#elden ring x reader

[wxnheart]

Kissing his lips, breaking those walls down.

You're such a tease, pulling away like that. You're such a fucking tease, making him snarl. It's feral. It's desperate. It's... god, he wants more.

Needs more.

Needs you to do it again, goddamnit. Needs you to kiss him and make it better. To make it all better.

Don't do this. Don't fucking do this to him, baby. Don't give this to him and take it all away.

You press your body flush against his and this time he keeps you there, not intent on letting you go. And you don't want him to.

You kiss his lips, breaking those walls down.

And he deepens it.

[whitewitchqueen]

Yandere Elden Ring x Dream Reader Concept

This is different from my original concept here. This is more of an Isekai concept, please tell me what you think about this and feel free to request stuff based on this concept.

This is subject to change as I understand more about the timeline, so just keep that in mind.

Ever since you were young, you've always had trouble sleeping. Dreams were too common for you, too confusing for your young mind. Your parents always tried to help, going to sleep doctors and analysts, getting medication prescribed, even waiting with you by your bed until you finally fall asleep. It was all quick solutions to a deeper problem and as you grew, you started to think there was no solution at all. But eventually you had to sleep. Your body would become exhausted, and one way or another you'd find yourself drifting off. 

Waking up was also a struggle. It always felt like you were fighting against something whenever you awoke. Usually, it was your body straining for more sleep. But this time, you could tell it was different. You were floaty and unaware of your surroundings, but in the distance was a figure, soft and far away, but clearly there. You tried your hardest to move, your body straining as you got up. Eventually, you reach an impasse, like an invisible wall preventing you from moving further, but luckily the figure seems to notice you. 

The figure, who you recognize as a boy, moves towards you, but reaches the same impasse as you. It was strange, his presence was overwhelming, but he seemed more calm than you. "Who are you?" He asked, but you couldn't respond, you weren't able to. But somehow he understood your plight. "Come with me, dear dreamer" and in a second, everything became heavy and quiet, and you were falling back asleep. 

When you awoke for the second time, you were not in your bed, but someplace unfamiliar entirely. The bed you were in was soft, and much, much larger than the one in your own bedroom. It was cold, but the blankets helped keep you warm. "You're finally awake." It was that voice again, calm and delicate. He, and a strange looking woman were standing in the room watching as you fumble. 

"Am I dreaming?" You ask, and the boy smiles. 

"No, dear dreamer, you are awake." He replied, and for some reason that made you more nervous. It meant you were somewhere else, with people you don't know, they must've been wrong. This was just your mind playing tricks on you like always. But regardless, you had no other choice but to go along with them.

Miquella, as you came to know him, was gracious enough to let you stay with him and his sister Malenia in his home which he called his Haligtree. It was a harsh adjustment, but one you understood as a necessity since this world seemed much more primeval than yours. But Miquella, ever patient, was there to teach you everything, especially about your status as a "dreamer." He said you were connected in a way, being able to travel into each other's dreams and invade their realms. That's how you ended up here, in what Miquella called the Land's Between. 

It was confusing, and to be honest you didn't understand most of it, but a part of you believed that Miquella just wanted someone to relate to, he was probably lonely, even though he had his sister. Speaking of which, was a very nice, albeit somewhat awkward person. She was short spoken, and curt towards most who weren't her brother, but she was kind to you. She usually was very distant, being born with an illness called Rot that ate away at her. When she wasn't keeping her distance from you, she was telling you stories of her battles with a small smile on her face. You could tell the siblings like having someone else around. 

Miquella, in contrast to his twin, was very curious, about you, about your world, about your powers, simply about you in general. It was strange having attention on you, especially when it was someone like Miquella focusing on you. He was kind, but there was a mystery to him that made it even more interesting. He didn't tend to talk about himself often though, so there was not much you could draw from him. You knew he cared for his sister, and that he was working tirelessly to cure their curses, his of which he only explained a few times in passing. Other than that, Miquella was a mystery to you, and for what reasons you'd never know. 

For a while, everything was great with the twins. Until after what felt like a week, when Miquella said that you and his sister would be traveling to go see his mother and father. You didn't realize how much you didn't want to leave until you were forced to do so. Miquella wanted to keep the location of his Haligtree a secret, so much of your traveling was done covertly. When finally reaching the destination, you were shocked to see such a large city. Miquella seemed overall amused by your reaction to everything, but his demeanor changed when reaching the main castle. 

You've never met someone as intimidating as Marika and Radagon. They both had this extreme force to them that made it impossible to look them in the eyes. However, they were strangely cordial to you and explained to you, alone might I add, that they knew you weren't of this realm, and that from now on you'd be staying with them. You didn't know how to react, but you knew you had no choice, no amount of arguing from Miquella or Malenia would change their mind. 

Eventually, the siblings had to leave, as Malenia's sickness was getting worse. You were struck with terrible sadness, but you couldn't focus on it for long, as you were stuck by either Marika's or Radagon's side at all times. Learning about them and their status in the world, and learning that they and their children, including the two who you spend weeks with, were gods was shocking to say the least. It definitely changed your perception on the two, 

Marika and Radagon, while overwhelming, were nice enough. You stayed in a beautiful room in their castle, were gifted clothing and jewelry to match the setting, you truly felt a part of this world, almost like you were losing yourself. Marika specifically spent most of her time teaching you histories of her and her children, of the greater will and its strength. She took no interest in your world or its customs, unlike Radagon, who seemed interested enough, though that might be a facade to keep you from losing interest in him, at least that's what you assumed. 

Their other children, more correctly Radagon's children from his first marriage, were definitely characters. They were all pretty quiet, and kept to themselves for the most part. Ranni, his daughter, gave you a weird feeling, something you couldn't describe but keep to yourself either way. Radahn was quiet, but driven like his father, in whom he idolized. Contrary to his brutish behavior, he was smart, and when he did speak to you he spoke of the gravity magic he took an interest in. You tried your best to stay away from Rykard, who was mean and ruthless, often berating you for invading their family. Luckily, he wasn't in Leyndell often, so you were able to avoid him most of the time. 

Your time in Leyndell was making you homesick, and tired. It got to the point where you couldn't get out of bed. It worried Marika and Radagon to an extent, but you were usually left up to your own devices. It was getting harder by the day to stay awake and moving and so eventually, you stopped. You closed your eyes and slept, and when you awoke, you were back in your room. 

It must've been a dream.

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A/n: hope you enjoy, please request anything for this concept.

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 26 (Aphrodisiac)

Blaidd x Male!reader

You sat on your bedroll near the crackling campfire as you tinkered with your materials. You sighed deeply while attempting to craft a Bloodboil Aromatic. The alluring scent of flora wafted through the air. Blaidd had been gone for some time, hunting for fresh meat. Your fingers were stained with various potions and ingredients, but there was still something missing – Land Octopus Ovaries.

You huff as you look through your bag again. You stop when you see you still have beast blood from those Monstrous dogs you had slain in Caelid. You bring the glass vial to your nose and sniff it. It almost smells the same as the ovaries. You wonder if it could serve as a substitute.

Fuck it. You pop the cork and pour the thick blood into your mortar.

As you mix the substances together, you hear rustling of leaves from the woods. Suddenly, Blaidd exits the treeline and heads over to your campfire. He's carrying a large piece of raw meat. He drops it beside the fire and gives you an exhausted smile before collapsing onto his makeshift bedroll next to yours.

"Did I miss anything?" he asks groggily.

You shake your head slightly. "Nothing much, just trying to make something," you say nonchalantly as you carefully pour the contents of the mortar into a new vial. Instead of the usual deep red color associated with Bloodboil Aromatics, the liquid inside has taken on a faint pink hue.

Blaidd raises an eyebrow and approaches you curiously. He takes the vial and uncorks it before taking a whiff. His eyes widen in realization.

"That doesn't look like any Bloodboil Aromatic I've seen before," he remarks, eyeing the unfamiliar color of the potion. "What did you use instead of the Land Octopus Ovaries?"

You shrug casually. "Just beast blood from those big doggies we fought back in Caelid," you explain. "I figured they might work since they're kinda similar, right?"

Blaidd hesitates for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Well, I suppose so... But I don't think anyone has tried using dog blood instead of octopus ovaries before. This might be interesting."

Nodding firmly, you grab the vial containing your concoction and raise it to your lips. "Only one way to find out!" you declare boldly.

Blaidd looks worried. "Are you sure? We don't know what effect this will have—"

"Too late".

You swallow the entire contents of the vial without another thought. Immediately afterward, a strange sensation begins to spread throughout your body. Warmth fills your veins, followed by an mild burning sensation that seems to radiate from every cell in your being. Sweat breaks out on your forehead as you feel like you're on fire from within.

Gasping for breath, you drop the empty vial and lie on your bedroll.

Blaidd rushes to your side, concern etched across his features. However, upon closer inspection, he realizes that rather than experiencing pain, you appear to be... enjoying yourself? With each wave of heat coursing through your body, you let out soft moans of pleasure.

Your hands stretch out towards him, desperately seeking contact. Confused yet intrigued, Blaidd tentatively allows himself to be pulled closer. Your arms wrap around his waist and pull him close.

Puzzled by your behavior, Blaidd leans in closer to get a better whiff of whatever is causing such a reaction in his mate. As he takes a deep breath, his eyes widen in surprise. That familiar scent – one that sends shivers down his spine and causes his heart to race – emanates from you. Arousal.

Somehow, in place of creating a Bloodboil Aromatic, you had managed to craft up an aphrodisiac!

As Blaidd continues to process the situation, you begin to grow impatient. Moaning louder now, you attempt to draw him even closer until your faces are mere inches apart. Your lips part slightly, begging for a taste of his mouth.

He quickly comes to the conclusion that perhaps the beast blood played a role in changing the outcome of the potion.

Frustration bubbles within you as Blaidd remains lost in thought. Unable to hold back anymore, you release a whimper, demanding his attention.

Finally, he snaps out of his daze and gazes down at you, taking in your flushed face and pleading expression. Understanding dawns on him – you need him now, more than ever.

Blaidd lowers his lips to meet yours in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Intoxicated by the potion's effects, you throw caution to the wind and devour Blaidd's lips with fervor. Your hands move restlessly beneath his armor, eager to touch bare fur.

Blaidd chuckles softly between kisses, finding your aroused state highly entertaining. Yet, despite his amusement, he cannot help but crave more contact with you.

Reluctantly pulling away from your lips, Blaidd starts to remove his armor piece by piece. Hearing your plaintive whines, he gives you a playful grin. "Patience, mate," he coos teasingly.

Eager to join him, you hastily shed your own garments to relieve yourself of the heat overtaking your body.

Stripped bare, you settle back onto the bedroll, legs spread wide open in invitation. Your hard member stands proudly erect, pulsing with desire. You can't help but give into primal instincts, letting out a series of heavy pants that echo through the campsite.

Blaidd's ears perk up at the sound, his own arousal growing stronger by the second. With swift movements, he joins you on the ground, his tail swishing excitedly behind him.

Chuckling softly, Blaidd watches as you continue to behave erratically. Could the beast blood be responsible for bringing forth these animalistic behaviors? To test his theory, he reaches out and gently strokes your belly.

The instant his hand makes contact with your skin, you arch your back and let out a mewl of delight. Your canine nature seems undeniable. You emit a low whine of approval, prompting Blaidd to continue exploring further south.

Encouraged by your response, Blaidd delves deeper into his exploration. His fingers dance across your inner thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. You writhe beneath his ministrations, unable to contain the building pressure within you.

It doesn't take long for his hand to brush against your twitching cock, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips. Your hips buck wildly, urging him to keep touching you.

Teasingly, Blaidd wraps his large hand around your throbbing erection, squeezing gently as he begins to stroke you. The sensations send shockwaves through your body, eliciting a series of whining moans.

"Such a needy little mate," he murmurs affectionately, unable to resist leaning in for another kiss.

Fueled by the aphrodisiac, you lose control entirely. Whimpering and reaching for him, you manage to capture his head between your palms. Pulling him closer, you devour his lips once more, turning the kiss into a messy affair filled with slurping sounds and saliva.

Beneath the influence of the potion, your speech devolves into babbling, but one word rings clear amidst the chaos – "please." Over and over again, you beg for release.

Growling low in his throat, Blaidd responds to your pleas with increased vigor. His tongue delves deeper into your mouth as the pumping on your cock picks up speed.

Abruptly, Blaidd tears his lips away from yours and slithers down your torso. Without warning, his warm tongue swirls around the tip of your member, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Sucking you whole, he begins to bob his head rapidly, eliciting loud cries from your parched throat. You buck your hips into his maw.

"Mmmm... fuck... yes..." you mumble, completely overcome by the pleasure. As Blaidd works your cock, you dissolve into a mass of incomprehensible moans and mumbles. Your body temperature skyrockets due to the aphrodisiac, leaving you covered in sweat and borderline delirious.

The intensity builds within you, threatening to break the dam holding back your release. With a pitiful cry, you finally succumb to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. White hot cum shoots from your cock, filling Blaidd's waiting mouth. He opens his maw wide, allowing you to witness your semen splattering the walls of his throat.

Without missing a beat, Blaidd switches his focus to your quivering hole. He presses his tongue flat against your puckered entrance, circling it with practiced ease.

Overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation, all you can muster is a weak protest mixed with a whine. "Blaidd, wait, I... fuuuuck."

Blaidd lifts your legs over his broad furry shoulders, giving himself unfettered access to your hole. He raises your ass off the ground a bit. He presses his nose against your crevice, inhaling deeply the musky scent of your arousal.

Slathering his wet tongue over your asshole, he digs his furry snout deeper into your crack. All the while, he growls his appreciation, letting you know exactly how much he's enjoying your flavors.

"So...good," he rasps between licks. "You taste so good, my mate."

Blaidd drives his long tongue deeper inside you. Each thrust feels impossibly filthy, yet incredibly exhilarating. As he forces your body to accommodate his size, he lifts your ass higher, forcing you to balance awkwardly on your shoulder blades.

Unable to form coherent words, all you can offer in return are helpless whimpers.

After a few minutes, Blaidd withdraws from your depths and surveys his handiwork. Your hole is loosely open, glistening with wolf saliva. Even in its relaxed state, it still seems hungry for more.

Seeing how well you've taken his tongue thus far, he praises you. "Good boy, such a good, responsive mate."

With a gentle tug, Blaidd guides you back down to the ground, positioning you just right to receive his thick wolf cock. Its massive girth slaps against your now flaccid member, reminding you that there's still much more to come.

Despite your exhaustion, you find the strength to beg for more. "Please, Blaidd... I want it... please fill me up"

Blaidd teases you mercilessly, pressing the tip of his massive member against your gaping hole. Instinctively, you clench your inner muscles, trying to entice him further.

"Be patient, mate. We have all night." His words leave no room for argument, though they do little to quell your burning need. He pushes the very tip inside before retreating once more.

Frustrated by Blaidd's slow pace, you throw caution to the wind and wrap your legs around his waist, attempting to pull him deeper inside. Unfortunately, he proves too strong for your feeble efforts.

A deep rumble escapes his throat as he laughs heartily at your bold move. "So eager," he remarks playfully. "I like that." Undeterred, he continues to plunge the head of his cock in and out of your eager hole.

Finally, Blaidd decides enough is enough and slides an inch deeper inside you. The sensation sends you spiraling into another wave of ecstasy.

Growling in approval, he claims possession of your body. "Feels so good having me inside you, doesn't it?"

Unable to formulate words, you simply nod frantically, lost in the haze of desire. Satisfied by your state, Blaidd takes hold of your hips and plunges the remainder of his monstrous, canine cock into your body.

Once Blaidd bottoms out, he allows himself a moment to revel in the connection. "Mmm, perfect fit," He mutters as his furry balls nuzzle against your ass.

Instead of immediately thrusting, Blaidd opts for something slower – grinding and gyrating his cock inside you. Grabbing your hands, he pulls them around his torso, locking you in place as he sets a leisurely pace.

In the midst of your passionate coupling, Blaidd suddenly pulls out completely. Before you have time to protest, he slams back inside with a single forceful thrust.

Your cries of surprise morph into pleasured mewls at the sudden intrusion. "Shhh, there's a good mate," Blaidd whispers tenderly, knowing full well how sensitive you must still be from the potion. "Sweet boy".

Nestled within the comfort of his embrace, Blaidd resumes his measured strokes. With each powerful thrust, his heavy balls slap rhythmically against your exposed rear end.

Taking advantage of your closeness, he presses his nose into the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths filled with your scent.

Overcome by your intoxicating scent, Blaidd cannot help but comment on it. "You smell amazing, love. Maybe we should make some more of that aphrodisiac for next time." His words send a fresh surge of arousal coursing through your veins.

Urged on by your growing excitement, Blaidd picks up his pace, fucking you harder than before. His tongue darts out to trace the edge of a prominent scar adorning your neck – the mark he gave you when you both became mates. His thrusts become erratic, bordering on feral.

Wrapping his arms around you possessively, Blaidd's voice lowers to a primal growl. "Oh gods, I want to flood you with my cum so badly, mate."

Hearing these words ignites a fire within you, prompting you to beg for it. "Yes...cum in me," You mutter in a daze.

Encouraged by your words, Blaidd doubles his efforts, driven solely by primal urges. Every powerful thrust of his cock elicits a mix of squelching and squishing sounds from your ass.

As he nears climax, his knot swells dangerously close to bursting point.

Giving into his most basic impulses, Blaidd sinks his teeth into the flesh surrounding your bonding scar. You cry out as you hold him tighter. At the same time, his bloated knot forces its way past your ring of muscle with a wet pop, locking you together. Finally, he releases his load deep within you, filling every crevice with his cum. You whine as you feel his cock twitch and throb with every pump of cum.

With both of you trembling during the comedown, Blaidd cradles you gently in his arms, offering words of solace and praise. "That was incredible, mate. You took me so well... so perfectly."

You let out a content sigh. "Yeah, that was amazing," you say as you kiss the side of his muzzle.

Sensing your improved mental state, Blaidd cannot help but remark upon it. "Seems like the effects of the aphrodisiac have finally worn off, eh? Good thing too, otherwise we wouldn't be able to stop ourselves from fucking all day."

Locked together at the hips, you manage to summon a small smile. "Sounds like a plan for another night. I think I might need to write down that recipe." Your words are met with amused chuckles from Blaidd.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[lxvvie]

A relationship with Morgott the Omen King would consist of:

Embodying the quintessential enemies/frenemies to lovers trope.

Morgott being fascinated by the obvious size difference and as a result, he's much gentler with you.

Bickering like an old married couple. Well, Morgott does.

On the other hand, you think he's your living, breathing jungle gym and so you take every moment you can to just... be all over him.

Him not understanding your fascination with his tail. It's not uncommon to find you playing with it or— are those... flowers wreaths? On his tail?

Of course, Morgott highkey lowkey indulges your fascination, teasing you by holding his tail high enough so you can't reach it.

Chiding Morgott for his self-care. Or lack thereof. It's improved with your help.

Trying to convince him to change that cloak of his to something not so tattered but Skrunklegott can't be bothered so... there's that. For now. You're totally gonna get Boc to rectify this.

Morgott leaning into your touch whenever you touch his horns. Or his face. Hell, whenever you touch him, he's a goner.

Strolls in nature outside of Leyndell. Sometimes you walk alongside him, sometimes you don't and his shoulder is surprisingly comfortable.

Beholding the Erdtree together at night. This is also when you two shared your first kiss.

Morgott being the first to say those three words. You thought it was cute how flustered he was. Morgott was so shocked by his confession (he blurted it out) that he was about to take it back out of embarrassment until you smiled and told him you loved him, too.

Morgott highkey planning your future with him because let him tell it, he knew early on that you'd be his consort.

[ma1dmer]

Elden Ring - Blaidd NSFW

I will never deny myself a good knot or heat headcanon

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he can't help but fuss over you, he'll be kind of tense, quick to jump to your every request until he is sure you are fully relaxed and comfortable

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he likes everything about you, for him there isn’t just one part to focus on, its everything that simply makes you, you, being in the position he is and having the duty he has, he notices new things he obsesses over every day

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): breeding kink? breeding kink! he won't pressure you into it, but the idea of letting him knot you completely, it's definitely something that keeps him up some nights

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): i can see him as feeling guilty sometimes of the way he wants you, maybe wanting to try out some sort of primal play, due to well him being a half wolf, but not wanting to scare you off, so he is left with his imagination, thinking of chasing you through a forest, not worrying about your safety and being the only actual predator around, and then properly claiming you when he manages to capture you

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): not that much, he is so duty bound that it's hard for him to relax and allow himself to chase after someone in that way

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): very vanilla, the only thing important to him is being able to see you, both to see your lovely expressions and to keep an eye for the subtle shift between pleasure and pain

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he can laugh, he wants you to laugh as well, won’t initiate those moments as often though, more preoccupied on making you feel pleasure, but he won’t shy away from them, and your laugher always brings a smile to his own face

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): //hmmmmm thats a tough one but i would say he might be very hairy, thats kind of a controversial opinion though

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): very passionate, he takes his time with you because he knows later on when he gets closer he might get lost to pleasure , so he makes sure you are fully prepared for him with a bunch of compliments and kisses and other types of foreplay

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he usually doesn’t have to, his duty keeping both his body and mind quite busy, also his needs rise when you are there with him

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): he is very vanilla

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): would prefer to have you somewhere protected with four walls and maybe even comfortable on a bed, but sometimes you simply don’t have much of an option so he won’t complain if the best you two can do is a more quite part of the forest for example

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): praise, it’s something kind of embarrassing for him, but it’s nice to be appreciated especially by someone he cares for so much, it makes him want to be even better for you, prove to you how good to you he can be in more ways than one

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): hurting you, he simply can’t, things can get out of hand sometimes, due to how massive he is, but he tries to be as gentle with you as he can

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): his favourite thing to do, diving between your thighs, your hands gripping his fur, his claws digging in the plush of your thighs as he holds you still for his tongue, he also likes face riding a lot.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): will usually start slower, but the closer to his orgasm he gets the rougher and faster he gets, apologising with every thrust , telling you how much he loves you, how he just can't control himself

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): would prefer not to purely cause he is worried about you not being properly prepped up for him but otherwise it’s a welcome distraction

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): would rather not, doesn’t want any surprises and its kind of hard convincing him to try out something entirely new, he doesnt want to disappoint you but prefers to stick to more vanilla things

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): being a fighter is his entire being, so he has a lot of stamina, a lot of energy, however, due to, complications //cough knot cough he mostly goes for one long round 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he doesn't feel intimidated by anything, he wants you to feel good so he would absolutely be game with using toys on you, however he himself prefers your touch

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can't deny you, he simply can't so teasing is out of the question, he is more playful during your day to day but he prefers to serve you when you are naked.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): surprisingly quiet, he grunts and huffs a lot and the closer he gets the more he growls ,his voice strained low and grumbly as he warns you he is about to cum.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): I think he would have some sort of oral fixation , gently biting into your shoulder, or licking your fingers or running his tongue up your legs and to your thighs

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): big very big and thick, has a knot for sure

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he is in control of his needs for the most part but he does tend to get excited when you are around, your scent ,your voice, the feel of your body beneath his big hands, you make him lose his mind

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he is surprisingly quick to fall asleep, he'll be holding you close, face pressed at the top of your head and as you are talking his eyes will droop until he is finally asleep, if you wake him up he'll try to pretend he wasn’t asleep

[freyito]

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[lovelybrooke]

Yandere Elden Ring x reader Concept

This has been in my drafts since June so I'm posting it now, so I no longer have to look at it.

Also, I tried with the old English, okay? Cut me some slack.

Edit from the future: check out this blog for more Elden ring stuff @whitewitchqueen

Masterlist

Your mother always called you a dreamer, your head in the clouds, to distracted to really be aware of the world around you. How could you? War ravaged the Lands Between, and your life with your mother was not exactly the best.

You were extremely poor, and your mother was afflicted with the scarlet rot. As you aged, your mothers condition got worse, until she was immobilized, blinded by the rot that was killing her. From dusk till dawn, your mother groaned and begged for death, but it never came.

You mother wasn't alone in her suffering. You, a young twelve-year-old, was racked with quilt for your mother. After she became bedridden, you took on her work, and attempted to help subside the pain. No matter how much you worked, she only continued to get worse. It didn't help that whenever you went to sleep, your mind was filled with dark thoughts that made you sick. Kill her, they said, kill her and you will be free.

You never listened though and continued to take care of your dying mother. Eventually, your mother grew unresponsive, but thankfully still breathing. During this time, the voices and dreams became worse, now they were ragging on during the day, filling you with dread. They were often urging you to murder your mother, but on rare occasions, they were filling your head with visions, nothing concrete, just jumbles of colors and indistinguishable words, but it didn't help with your concentration.

It was a cold night when your mother died. It wasn't sudden or dramatic, she was simply gone. You didn't feel any pain, never cursing the world for taking her from you. You were simply happy her soul would be welcomed into the Erdtree. Her death did rattle you though. For so long, your life revolved around her, and now she was gone, and you don't know how to continue without her.

You finally allow yourself to cry when you bury her in a simple grave right outside the shack you called a home. You fell to your knees, tears racking your body as you hold yourself tight to find some sense of comfort. Your there for a while before you lay your body down on the grave, your nose runny and face wet as you cry quietly to sleep.

You didn't know where you were when you awoke. Wait, you weren't awake, you were dreaming. Your body felt strangely light and warm, but everything around you felt so real. You felt someone else's presence around you, calling out to them with a small hello. There was no response, but the strange feeling didn't go away, in fact it only got stronger, the warmth nearly consuming you. The light around you was blinding, practically burning you as you pushed yourself to wake up.

You were breathless when you actually awake, sweat rolling down your face. It's morning, and your covered in dirt. However, what's more concerning are the small burns on your arms. It filled you with confusion, but you past it off as old scars. As you slowly stand up with a small wobble, you gaze at the world around you. You sigh, as you fully take in your situation. Your mother, the only person you ever had, is dead, and you are alone.

You walk back into your home, your face expressionless and unmoving. The house is eerily quiet now that it is devoid of the painful moaning of your mother. You trudge to your room, jumping when you come face to face with a doll. Its skin was a light shade of blue and it was wearing mages clothing. It doesn't move at the sight of few, but the sight of it is enough of a worry. You move slowly towards it, picking it up, you move it around to inspect it, dropping in surprise when it speaks.

"Thou dreamer, who are you?" The doll's mouth doesn't move, but the feminine voice surrounds you completely. You don't answer, too fearful to open your mouth. "It does not matter." You hear her say. "Tell me, how does thou enter the land of dreams?"

"I don't know." You whisper, the doll remaining motionless. "Sad." The voice says, going quiet for a minute. "Find me, dreamer." It finally says, "At the Belfries in Liurnia." The voice finishes before the doll disappears in a blue light. Liurnia? Liurnia was days away from your home, you couldn't possibly make it there. You shake off the voice as some strange dream, moving to change into some less dirty clothes. You planned on traveling into the Capital to look for better work, now that you were supporting yourself.

Leyndell was much busier than usual, Queen Marika marriage to the Champion Radagon causing people all around the Lands Between to travel to the Capital. Merchants, finger readers, even worriers, they were all gathered at the Golden Captial. But for you, it felt like eyes were constantly on you. You felt paranoid, scared, and you desperately missed your mother. But you barely got the chance to take a breath before the sound of cheering enveloped your senses, completely overwhelming you.

From a distance, you could see a glimpse of blond. It was brief, only for a moment, but it was enough to get the crowd around you to start singing praises again. It was loud, so, so loud. You head was spinning, and in middle of Lyndell Capital, you fell unconscious.

The way you felt in your dream can only be described as motherly. Worm hands enveloping you from all directions, you felt safe. You wanted to pull the feeling inside of you and never let it go. The feeling made you miss your mother, causing tears to roll down your face like you were a baby again. In an instant, you awoke, the heat of the tears still stuck to your face.

"Oh, my poor, sweet child." There that feeling was again, that warm, motherly feeling. It felt like sweet honey, it filled you with glee. But as you turned your head to look at the voice, the glee was replaced by dread. All-consuming dread as Queen Markia the Eternal carefully stroked your tear covered cheeks, comfort and kindness echoing in her voice. You wanted to back away, but her presence was like a magnet, pulling you in.

Before you even spoke, the Queen beat you too it. "You don't have to worry, my dear. For I will keep you safe. Stay with me." With every stroke of her fingers, you were drawn back into the corners of your mind. The last bits of your consciousness knew she was messing with you, with your memories, with your mind. As her grip slowly got tighter you could feel yourself slipping away, until eventually, you were a shell of yourself. Ready to be molded by the Queen herself, and whatever other forces may be.

You awake suffering no dreams, no dark premonitions. It was a peaceful awakening. But everything around you felt off. The room you were in was vast, the bed was too comfortable, the clothing on your back was soft, you felt different.

Your body moved on its own, towards an unknown destination only your legs knew. You wanted to stop, but it was like your mind was separate from your body. You couldn't make decisions for yourself. Eventually, you stopped in front of an elaborate door, for what reason you knew not. You slowly brought your hand towards its intricate carving, the door opening before you could make contact. "My child, you're awake." The Queen knelt down, grasping your hands, "It is wonderful to see you again." You shake your head, nearly entranced by the golden glow in her eyes.

"Who are you?" Your words were airy, scared even. "Where am I?" The Queen smiled at you, not faced by your questions.

"Oh, my dear dreamer." Her words were bright and warm. "You are finally home." You don't question her further, your mind swarming too fast for you to properly think. "Come now, your father would like to see you."

Dreamer. You've heard that before.

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A/n: I needed to get this out of my drafts, sorry if this sucks.

[trulyumai]

His Little Wife

Synopsis: Messmer is away, fending off the shadows of the land; for weeks, months, his wife awaits his return until finally, she's by her husbands side once more.

Pairing: Messmer x Reader (Pre-Fallen Messmer)

Warnings: None

A/N: Finals are kicking my ass. RIP to my GPA. Also, so anxious for the drop of the DLC, this man has invaded my thoughts. Because of no release yet, I can only go off of so much information/lore, some things I just had to fabricate.

Enjoy!

The crackling of fire danced across her pupils, illuminating the worried expression delicately held upon her face.

Glancing upon the door repeatedly, thoughts incessantly pushed and shoved into her mind. Fears, doubts, all involving one man.

Messmer; he was to return today. 

After a long voyage and incessant errands for his mother, he could finally retire home to his little cottage: his little wife.

With her index and thumb, she twirled the silver and gold inscribed ring placed upon her finger, circling it on and off as troubled worries paraded around with ease. 

Not being able to bear it once more she bolted up, needing something- anything to occupy the heavy mind she bore. 

Picking up the nearest broom, she heard a small, frail creaking of a door being unlatched. 

Her front door was inches open, the iron latch swung to and fro as the material of the door grinded against the floor. 

Pulling her shawl close, she skirted across the room before eyeing the garden entrance. It was pouring; the rain was coming sideways, she noticed, repeatedly making the woman blink the wet, unwanted drops from her lashes.  

The light shine from the Erdleaf flowers littered the stone clad walkway, making a perfect path to the cozy home the younger lady made home merely months prior. . 

Grabbing the door, she stubbornly tried to latch it closed once more, the wind fought with the action, pushing against it with a rebelling strength. 

Letting out a huff the girl placed herself entirely on the frame, letting the door shut with a loud slam. 

Reaching up and fiddling with the lock her hands were wet; slippery from the invaded droplets of rain. 

Finally having it closed her figure slouched against the wood, lightly out of breath and now soaked, the smell of petrichor invaded her senses, shoving past the natural wood and honey scent that usually parades around the cabin. 

It was then she noticed the figure standing just beside the fireplace, warming their limbs like they announced their being in the humble home. 

The tiny gasp that emitted through the air caught the gangly man's attention, slowly he tipped his head to the side to look at the woman. 

His darling wife. 

“Messmer,” shaky steps bounded towards the red-headed knight, to which he smiled at. Turning to meet her grasp he wrapped the length of his arms around her body and with ease lifted her so their gazes could meet, noses merely inches from one another. 

She laughed sweetly, touching the tip of her nose to his before descending down to place her plush lips onto his cracked and weathered ones. 

He was so tired, exhaustion seeped through his bones like a newfound plague and if he concentrated enough, little black dots would enter the spaces between his vision, signaling for the man to rest.

He ignored the blackened shapes, blinked them away as his little wife littered his battered face with small, sickly sweet kisses. 

“My Lady,” Oh, by the gods she missed the deep timber of his voice, how it resonated just right with her ears, nestled safely between her heart and mind, and echoed between the cavities of her chest. 

“I've missed you, Darling!” Tears sprung from the woman's face and he could do nothing but coax them away. His hands were massive, engulfing the whole side of her face before swooping under her eyes, dismissing the flowing liquid entirely. 

“And I, you. I apologize for the delay, my sweet, there were more filthy curses laying about than usual.” 

Ah, curses. It was his job to protect the golden order; lay waste to any ill fit redeemers that defied the natural rule. 

With Godwyn holding dominion over the Golden Order, he was soon to be King of Leyndell. Now, his mother stepped in, ordered more protection, and more soldiers to be present in the East and West ends of the capital. 

This meant that everyone had to be present and in support of his newfound excellency. Even Messmer. 

“They don't deserve you,” she mumbled against his neck, tracing her fingertips up and down the column of his throat. 

“Perhaps not, but mother does not seem to understand my devotion just yet.” 

He walked, not bothering to hold onto her as each of the woman's legs was tightly wrapped around his torso, with her arms looping around the muscles of his shoulders. 

Messmer reached out, grabbing the oak railing around the stairs before ascending up, trying but failing to ignore the sloppy kisses below his jaw. 

Noticing the kept bed he softly growled, grabbing the woman's legs with a newfound strength and lightly shoved her on the soft furs. 

“Thou hasn’t been sleeping?” 

It was then he took in her state; the darkened bags, messy hair and wrinkled clothing. 

Smiling sheepishly up at the man no words needed to be said, the answer was clear.

Blowing air from her mouth she moved the strands of hair that littered her face, they blew with the pressure, lightly tickling the man that stared down at the woman. 

Too tired to argue he sighed instead, shrugging off his armor and worn down boots.  

Not bothering to fall as gracefully as his wife he allowed his legs to give out, toppling onto the woman even as she let out a desperate squeak. 

Before entirely crushing her with his weight, he places his elbows on either side, digging his nose into the side of her face. 

He dreamed of this moment for weeks. 

The rain slammed against the wood of their home and usually, he would be worried of its pressure. 

But today, he would clear his mind. 

He would simply cease to be, with his darling little wife sleeping soundly under him. 

Yes, the order could wait. 

For how could he spread such a message of hope when his wife missed him so? 

[omenics]

So I can request anything hm...

Can I have a softer scene with Malenia from Elden Ring?

𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

› ..your heart yearns for her, and her hands beckon your embrace. — does she even have ears or did the rot eat them off pls idk

“Let me help…” you said, nimble hands running through her hair. It was the colour of fire, of yearning desire, a colour of love. Your voice was tender to her weary ears, but she was stubborn. You knew she was in pain, body aching, screaming.

The needles sat a few feet away, only a few. But she declined.

“No.” She murmured, and although she couldn’t see your face, eyes eaten away by the rot, she could still touch your pretty face. Her fingers, wrapped in cloth, touched and traced your features. The pads slid across your temple, down your nose, across your cheeks, and down to your lips and jaw. “Do not concern yourself, please. Let me be.”

You sighed, hands moving as your thumbs brushed over her cheeks. “You’re in pain, my love. Please, let me ease it. Please.” Your voice broke at the end of your sentence, wavering with a beg. “Please,” you repeated, brows furrowing as you pleaded at her to allow you to help. To do something. She was silent for a while, a long, long while. Her own heart broke at your begs, your insistent urge to help her.

But she could never say no to you.

“Okay.” She whispered, a crack in her voice.

Your lips lowered to her temple, lingering for a moment. When they left her scarred skin, she longed to feel them again. Although your touch alone could not ease her pain, her discomfort that the rot put upon her soul, it helped. Only slightly it did, but it warmed her pale flesh, her wounded mind. Perhaps the Lands Between was not as cruel as many thought, for such tender touches came from its very earth.

[lumierexfics]

꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷₊˚✧ ﾟ.THE BAKERY IS OPEN. ﾟ✧˚₊꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷

Hello and welcome to my bakery! It seems that the post office is opening later but I seem to have extra ingredients and you must want to create something to pass the time. Let's bake a cake for your special person! [ ORDERS TAKEN : 5 OUT OF 14 ]

︶꒦꒷ What flavor of cake would they like? ꒷꒦︶

Chocolate, Vanilla, Apple, Expresso, Raspberry, Cherry, Carrot, Strawberry, Orange, Lemon, Cinnamon, Pumpkin, Sprinkles.

︶꒦꒷ What type of frosting would they like? ꒷꒦︶

: ̗̀➛ Vanilla frosting / No AU : ̗̀➛ Salted caramel frosting / Mermaid AU : ̗̀➛ Lemon-orange frosting / Victorian AU : ̗̀➛ Strawberry frosting / Cowboy AU : ̗̀➛ Coconut frosting / Pirate AU : ̗̀➛ Peppermint frosting / Reincarnation AU : ̗̀➛ Chocolate peanut butter frosting / Time travel AU : ̗̀➛ Blackberry frosting / Slasher AU : ̗̀➛ Expresso frosting / Assassin AU : ̗̀➛ White chocolate frosting / Nobility AU

︶꒦꒷ What type of decoration will be on the cake?꒷꒦︶

: ̗̀➛ Childhood friends to lovers / Frosted Frogs : ̗̀➛ Enemies to lovers / Shredded dark chocolate : ̗̀➛ Forbidden lovers / Edible flowers : ̗̀➛ Second chance / Edible glitter : ̗̀➛ Red String of fate / Candles : ̗̀➛ Established relationship / Wedding toppers

︶꒦꒷ What type of box do you think they would like?꒷꒦︶

: ̗̀➛ Pink / Fluff : ̗̀➛Blue / Angst LIMITED EDITION : ̗̀➛ White with red hearts / Smut [ ORDERS TAKEN 0 OUT OF 3 ]

When requesting the LIMITED EDITION BOXES, please do not request anything that involves bodily fluids, anything non-consensual.

Thank you for ordering and hopefully your special someone will enjoy the cake that you made for them!

[poisonousroxstar]

Imagine:

Yandere Malenia

Plot Summery: general yandere headcanons for Malenia, The Blade of Miquella, the Severed.

This Contains: Yandere themes. Unhealthy mindsets. Unhealthy relationships. Dependency.

Note(s): Sorry for the absence again! Here's something I whopped up. I'm gonna try and do requests now! Hope you like this! I'm gonna try and make shorter headcanons now, at least for the self-indulgent ones. Anyway, blabbering, bye!

Malenia is a devoted, worshipper, and obedient yandere. She dedicates her entire being to her darling, her whole existence. She is your weapon, she is your tool -- control her as you please, for who is she to go against your wants?

This mindset carries over on both spectrums. Whether she loves you platonically or romantically, Malenia will always see herself as her darling's blade. She lives to serve you and you alone.

Due to this, there will always be an imbalance in your relationship. Despite being an empyrean, a child of Queen Marika herself, and a warrior who has never known defeat, Malenia treats you like a higher being. She worships the ground you walk on and will protect you with her life.

You've helped her in so many ways, perhaps in ways you've unaware of. Whenever the scarlet rot became too much for her, with it nagging and eating away at her flesh, begging her to bloom the Scarlet Aeonia, she thought of you and how much you needed her. And that gave her the strength to resist the call of rot.

When Malenia leaves to challenge Radahn, she holds you in her thoughts and prayers. She mustn't perish, for you need her and she needs you. Thus when the battle reaches its pique, neither side showing victory, she abandons Miquella's golden needle; abandons her pride as a warrior, and allows the scarlet flower to bloom once more.

If anything were to happen to you, she wouldn't know what to do. You mean the world to her, she can't exist without you. She will protect you and do anything to save you, even if that means betraying her own allies, even her brother. But if you were to be slain or worse, truly die, well...

Perhaps her purpose is no longer needed. She swore to follow you until the very end. A blade has no reason to exist without its master, after all.

[wxnheart]

Worshipping him.

Admiring his body, your eyes sparkling with wonderment and love.

Leaving him flustered under your gaze; you make him feel beautiful. You make him feel sexy. You make him feel... safe. And loved. So damn safe. So damn loved.

His body is a canvas made of stories, some good and others downright horrifying. And with every ridge and scar your fingers run across, you hear them again. You never tire of hearing them.

Cupping his cheek, a cheek that's seen a fist or felt the sting of a slap more than it has the warmth of a kiss. You remedy this. You'll always remedy this.

Running your thumb over his lips. A kind or vulnerable word may seem few and far between with some people, but you know that when he speaks them, it's genuine. It comes from the heart. You feel the gentle pressure of his kiss against your finger and god, he's so fucking beautiful—

Resting your palm over his heart. A heart that beats strong and steady, a heart that's experienced so much pain and suffering, that's been broken more times than you two can count and he's always had to pick the pieces up and glue them together himself. A heart that dares to be vulnerable, to open up and love in its own gruff way. A heart you wish you could make anew but can only try your damndest not to break again. And he believes you. He'll always believe you.

You worship him and he falls deeper into you...

[whitewitchqueen]

I like to imagine that the Greater Will really doesn't like reader due to the influence they have over Marika and the demigods, which would help further disillusion some of them with the Greater Will. Imagine Marika pleading reader's case to them and actually managing to get a shadow for the reader, only for that shadow to then turn around and try to kill them. I think it'd be a good catalyst for some of the characters' further disillusionment.

I think this makes more senes then the greater will just excepting reader,

Like Marika wants to assimilate reader into their culture and practices, so connecting them to the Greater Will is something she works hard to do. But of course, they're able to recognize reader as not one of Marika's own, and reject them. Like it doesn't matter what Marika tries to do, the Two Fingers never respond to reader.

In a way this would be reassuring to reader, because now they don't have to worry about something else tying them to this land. But I could also see reader becoming more cautious, because now they know that the outer gods don't want them in the Lands Between.

[theres-a-body-here]

hey um trans dude here um looks at u w my big round eyes. could you do some characters of ur choice reacting to their trans male partner wanting to/getting a phalloplasty? im working to get one myself which inspired me to send this ask

I love my trans followers

TW: A homophobic slur, Mentions of surgery and Dysphoria/Dysmorphia

Characters: Ramattra, Asgore, Mohg, Wendell

Wendell is more of a crackpost

Ramattra

When you tell him, he'll be quiet as he thinks for a while

"I'll be back," he says as he abruptly stands and leaves the room

Your heart sinks as you fear the worst

He comes back within minutes and drops a book into your lap before sitting next to you

Confused, you flip it open only to yelp and drop it

It's a dick catalog

An Omnic dick catalog to be exact

He chuckles as he likes it back up

"There are a few exquisite models here, pet. Let's get you one."

He flips to a page and shows you

It's the model he has

Your face burns, hiding your face in your hands as you lean on him

"You're awful," you whine

You peak through your fingers

"Do they have glowing ones?"

"let's see"

Ramattra will be there throughout the surgery, making sure nothing goes wrong

If you ever feel dysphoric, he'll immediately start to comfort you

"Sweet, beautiful boy, I'm so proud of you"

Asgore Dreemurr

He's so happy for you

Be prepared to be pulled into a crushing bear hug

He's with you every step of the way

He'll sit down with you and plan out everything. From the days before the surgery to the aftermath and recovery

However, he'll be sure to mention any monster magic options for you to consider

Whatever you pick in the end, he'll support you

Plenty of kisses and cuddles throughout the process

He knows surgery is scary for humans, so he's sure to make you comfortable every chance he gets

Tea, snacks, and massages galore

After you get your surgery, Asgore will be a nervous wreck

Doting on you like a mother hen, he won't leave your side for a second

Mohg, Lord of Blood

The moment you tell him, he'll have his followers work on finding ways to give you a dick

Riiiighhttt after you give him a few heirs

Unless you don't want to

He'll be pouty but ultimately respects your decision

Him and Varre are your biggest support pillars before and after the process

Mohg literally doesn't let you do anything by yourself

He carries you around everywhere you need to be

"You shouldn't waste your energy, dearest"

Varre will be even worse

"What size would you prefer your phallus to be, lambkin?"

After the surgery, Mohg will keep you in his bed for a long time

Even when you're fully healed, he'll insist you stay resting

Cage his arms around you and nuzzle close like a clingy puppy

Wendell

He's a bit confused, but after explaining it to him, he'll definitely be your number one supporter

"Is there a dick store we go to or...?"

Yeah he's still a bit confused

He'll cling to you during matches and ask you tons of questions

Even during gunfire

"OMG, can we get matching dicks?"

Please be patient with him

If there's time between the storm moving, he'll be sure to give you lots of attention

"MY BOYFRIEND'S GETTING A DICK!"

He screams out in the empty building you two are stocking up in

Or so you thought

"You homos make me sick," a voice calls out, the clacking of heels hitting the floor echo through the area

You two turn to the voice

"INTERNATIONAL POP SENSATION ARIANA GRANDE?!?!?!?" You both exclaim in unison

"Yuh," she says, whipping her hair as she aims a bazooka at you two

[lxvvie]

Being in a relationship with Starscourge Radahn consists of:

Out of all the demigods, Radahn (and Godwyn) experiences the easiest transition into a romantic relationship.

Despite this transition, Radahn is incredibly selective about his choice of partner. Watching the way his parents' relationship crashed and burned brutally has had a profound impact on him. He's in it for the long haul, and has that expectation of you, too.

Not if but when it gets to that point, you two will marry. The engagement period will be fairly short because as soon as you say yes, it's off to the altar for him.

Stargazing together and your beloved General sometimes showing you the extent of his magic. You see firsthand why he's called the Starscourge.

Being paraded around. Radahn is very proud to have you as his consort and yes, all of the Lands Between will know of your existence.

Riding on Leonard. Also spoiling Leonard alongside Radahn.

Watching Radahn and his men train because the eye candy is hard to ignore. He knows this and you're convinced he makes every effort to get you flustered.

Alongside Jerren, being one of the few who wholly has his ear. Sometimes you two even team up against Radahn and it's an amusing sight to behold.

Having the privilege of experiencing Radahn the man. He's an open, jovial, and honest fellow to his men but even they don't get to see the Radahn that you see.

Having your own personal body pillow in the form of Radahn. He also doubles as your bed and your throne because... he's massive, okay?

Being subject to his gravity magic sometimes because he's a prankster like that. It's not uncommon to look up and the next thing you know, you're floating midair.

And speaking of gravity magic, he puts it to, uh... good use in the comfort of your bedchamber. 👀

Realizing that Radahn is essentially a cat because it's almost as if he's purring whenever you run your hands through his hair.

And speaking of hair, styling and/or playing with it when you're relatively bored or just... out of habit.

[ma1dmer]

Elden Ring - Malenia Blade of Miquella NSFW

wife wife wife wife

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): she slumps over your body and simply basks in your presence, runs her fingers soothingly down your body , or pulls you on her lap surprisingly gentle for someone of her stature and strength, she wants you to maybe play with her hair but she definitely does not know how to ask

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): she loves the beating of your heart, its odd for sure but hearing those telltale things that make you alive, hearing and seeing all your reactions to her is priceless. the hitch of your breath, the flush of your cheeks and your heartbeat beating so loud and clear for her when you are in the throes of pleasure

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): she does not care for it, its not the outcome that matters but the trip to her, the pleasure you can both bring and take from each other

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): she'd love to be waken up with your mouth on her, she rises slowly and places gentle fingers on your head humming in pleasure, a way to worship her properly, she’ll whisper her praise lowly as you eat her out

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): she was a noble warrior, i do think she has some experience but not a lot, it still takes a while ,she fumbles a bit, and sometimes forgets you are still human and she might hurt you, she can get very overwhelming very easily

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): chest to chest as close to each other as possible, she swallows every moan and every breath with rough kisses

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): she is definitely more serious, loses herself and focuses on chasing both of your pleasure, she needs to be urged to relax

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): she is entirely natural , doesn't care to trim or shave

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): she does the whole courting process before you two lay down, she'll kneel for you and kiss up your body as she slowly so slowly helps you strip, and as you both succumb to pleasure she gets more frantic, she grabs at every part of you she can reach ,pulls you close, kisses you with tongue and teeth and you can barely breathe sometimes

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): she loves helping you out, she'll push her fingers in you next to yours to help you or grabs you while she lets you moan into her mouth and grind against her hand

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): somnophilia, choking, blood play etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): she is possessive does not want anyone else to see you like that ,but besides that she is a demigod ,no shame there, if someone accidentally walks in ,it will be the last thing they ever see ,you in her embrace

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): after a good battle, she still reeks of blood sometimes when she pulls you to her and crushes her lips to yours and asks you to help remove her armour, her voice deep and full of promise

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): again, she is a demigod and its up to you to set the boundaries, but she is fast on respecting them

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): she'll guide your hips over her mouth tasting you slowly at her pace, she enjoys hearing you moan for her and beg and she lets you know as much with a chuckle  against you

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): slow but rough, she is naturally strong and she always leaves marks over your body , where she held you a bit too tightly or pushed/pulled you against her, after she’ll try and soothe your  body and gently trace over these marks almost apologetically

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a fan, she wants to take her time and savour you and does not tolerate being stopped by anyone

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): she'll indulge you but she has the things she likes and mostly sticks to them for herself

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): she is not human so she could be going for hours , having you in as many ways as you'll let her

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): does not see the purpose of them, she is still prideful and needs to know she is the only one that can please you like she does

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not really much of a tease, she might overstimulate you but she does not do it with the intent to tease you 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): she is quiet very quiet, but she does love encouraging you to be loud, she focuses all her attention on you, whispers for you to let go for her and scream till everyone hears you

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): loves choking you, her gauntleted fingers dig into your neck , she can't feel how you swallow beneath the metal or how your pulse accelerates, but she can hear and almost taste it on her tongue when she lets go and licks up your neck and up to your lips

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): she yearns, bur she is not sure about what , after battle when her blood still runs hot is when she mostly seeks you out, both to burn out the last remnants of her frustrations and to celebrate in a way

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): she is normally really fast to fall asleep, but with you next to her it takes her a while, she simply watches you , moves your head on her lap and hums until your breathing evens out