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Was doing some figure drawing practices while watching @therealjacksepticeye‘s How To Pole Dance video with Mark. Couldn’t help but think about Anti doing this. Hopefully Tumblr doesn’t kill me. 🙃

Can you do Kuzan (aokiji) ?? Like, the reader was rumored witch and when he heard that, he goes excited suddenly and wanted to find that witch? ( You can do what ever you want with the ending. But please add a smut hehehe, thank you!!

hii this is a good idea!! i apologize, as of the moment, i don't plan on writing that includes s3x anytime soon:< but theres some kissing scene tho idk if kissing is considered as smut? dahaha but i hope you enjoy this! let me know what u think! ><

Frostbite and Witchcraft

When a bored ex-admiral hears rumors of a dangerous "witch" living near a chaotic port town, he can't resist hunting her down—only to find himself ensnared in a slow-burn game of teasing, ice, and forbidden heat.

Aokiji (kuzan) x fem! reader Tags: fluff, flirty, slow burn(?) neck kissing / collarbone kissing, minor bondage (ice restraints), a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff cringe and oc word count: 1.5k MINORS DNI!!

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It all started with a stupid rumor.

"The witch will curse you if you look her in the eye!" "She flies around naked at midnight!" "She turned Old Man Jeb into a chicken. True story."

The entire port town was drunk on gossip, and Aokiji—bored, freshly unattached to any real responsibility—found himself very interested.

"I dunno," he said lazily, nursing a drink at the local tavern, "sounds kinda hot."

The table of sailors stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "Hot?! She’s dangerous!"

Aokiji just grinned, finishing his drink and standing up. "Dangerous women are the best ones."

He tracked you down that same night.

Eventually, he found himself standing at the edge of a very cliché-looking creepy forest. A broken, hand-painted sign read:

"BEWARE: WITCH LIVES HERE. (also wolves.)"

Aokiji, grinning lazily, shrugged. “Eh. Wolves are fine. I’m here for the witch.”

He wandered in, hands in his pockets, whistling tunelessly. Half an hour later, after being chased by a very angry (and definitely not magical) goat, he finally stumbled upon a crooked little house. Smoke curled from the chimney, and wind chimes made from bones (probably fake… probably) tinkled eerily.

Your crooked little house at the edge of the forest was half-charming, half-terrifying, lit up with candles and what looked suspiciously like floating lights (actually just fireflies, but hey, let the idiots believe).

You were perched on your porch, barefoot, wearing a thin, flowy dress that clung to your body in the humid air, holding a cup of tea and looking entirely too smug.

“You lost, stranger?” you called, voice honey-sweet but laced with trouble.

Aokiji whistled low under his breath. Damn, the rumors didn’t do you justice.

Aokiji approached slowly, hands in his pockets. “Hey. I’m here for the witch."

You looked him up and down like he was a particularly stupid animal. "You the guy with more balls than brains?"

He laughed—a slow, deep rumble. "Depends who you ask."

You raised an eyebrow, sipping your tea. “And what if she curses you?"

Aokiji's grin widened. He leaned his tall frame casually against a tree, watching you with the lazy hunger of a man already planning how fast he could lose the upper hand—and liking it.

“I dunno... kinda sounds like fun," he said, voice low, smooth. "Especially if she's the kind of witch who knows a few...bad tricks.”

And thus began the harassment.

Day 1: He brought you a dead fish. "Thought witches liked weird offerings."

You squinted at it, then at him. "That’s mermaid bait, dumbass."

He shrugged and left it on your porch anyway.

Day 3: He challenged you to a "spell duel" and got his ass kicked by a very territorial goat you "accidentally" sicced on him.

Day 5: You caught him napping under your tree, snoring like a dying lawnmower.

You threw a bucket of water on him. He woke up, grinning, ice instantly forming on his clothes.

"You’re gonna have to try harder to cool me off, sweetheart."

You stomped inside before he could see the stupid smile on your face.

Day 7: You found a neatly folded note on your porch:

"Dear scary witch lady, Teach me magic? Also, your hair looks nice. Yours frostily, Aokiji"

You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly fell over. But you smiled too.

He kept coming back. Sometimes he’d just sit nearby, pretending to "guard" your house from wolves. Other times, he’d lazily help you gather herbs (crushing half of them because he was clumsy as hell). You started leaving out a second cup of tea without thinking about it.

He was stupidly tall, annoyingly charming, and somehow managed to look both lazy and sharp at the same time. He made you laugh when you hadn’t laughed in months.

And gods, when he smirked at you… when he leaned a little too close when handing you a flower… It was getting hard to pretend you didn’t notice.

One evening… You sat by the porch, braiding herbs absently. The sky blazed orange, and Aokiji lounged nearby, watching you with open amusement.

"You ever curse anyone for real?" he asked.

You smirked. "Maybe. You wanna find out?"

He whistled low, pretending to wipe sweat from his brow. "Man… you’re dangerous when you talk like that."

You tossed a dried sprig of lavender at him. He caught it, lazy-fast.

There was a pause.

Then he got up—moved toward you—slow, deliberate.

You looked up, heartbeat thudding. He loomed, tall and close enough that you could smell his skin: cold like fresh rain, sharp and clean.

His hand brushed a stray leaf from your hair—fingers lingering just a second too long.

"Y'know," he murmured, voice low and wrecked, "I think you did curse me."

You tried to laugh it off—but it came out breathless.

"Oh yeah? What’s the curse?"

He smiled—a real one this time, a little crooked, a little too soft.

"I can’t stay away from you."

The tension snapped.

You surged up, grabbing his jacket and dragging him down; he met you halfway, crashing his mouth onto yours.

The kiss was everything you expected from him: messy, greedy, starving. His tongue slid against yours immediately, tasting, teasing, claiming you. You gasped into him—he groaned low in his throat—his hands roaming your sides, cool fingertips skating fire trails along your heated skin.

You bit his lip playfully; he retaliated by lifting you effortlessly onto the porch railing, pressing between your thighs.

"You’re lucky," you panted against his mouth.

"Yeah?" he chuckled, kissing down your jaw, voice thick with want.

"Not everyone survives kissing a witch."

He grinned against your throat, cold breath making you shiver.

"Guess I’m built different."

And then he kissed you again—deeper, hungrier—like he was determined to drown in you.

You decided you’d let him.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Aokiji’s mouth was on you again—only this time, lower.

His lips trailed messy, open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, slow and deliberate, sending shivers wracking your entire body. When he reached your neck, he paused, smirking against your pulse like he could feel it racing for him.

"You always this jumpy," he teased in a low growl, "or is it just me?"

You opened your mouth to sass back—but then he bit your neck, just enough to make you gasp, and you forgot how words worked.

His tongue followed immediately after, soothing the sting, cold and warm all at once. You arched into him instinctively, and he groaned deep in his chest, like the feel of you was driving him insane.

"Aokiji—" you tried to say, but it came out a whimper.

"Mm," he murmured against your skin, "I like how you say my name. Say it again."

Instead, you tugged at his messy hair, earning a delighted chuckle from him. He pressed you harder against the porch railing, one hand sliding under your thighs to keep you perched there like you belonged to him.

And then he got even bolder.

His mouth moved lower, ghosting along your collarbone, teeth scraping lightly before he kissed the delicate skin with maddening gentleness.

Your hands clutched at the fabric of his jacket, trying to anchor yourself. You could feel his breath—cool and teasing—against the thin fabric of your dress, making your whole body burn.

"You’re trembling," he whispered, smug. "Cold?" he asked, voice dripping pure sin, "or somethin' else?"

"Y-you're cheating," you managed to choke out, laughing breathlessly.

Aokiji just grinned wickedly against your collarbone.

Suddenly, you felt it—a cold, delicate grip around your wrists.

You looked down to see thin rings of ice curling around them, not painful, but firm—anchoring you gently against the railing behind you.

Your breath hitched. Your heart slammed against your ribs.

"Aokiji…" you whispered, wide-eyed.

He looked up at you, lazy and devastatingly cocky.

"Relax," he purred, mouth brushing your ear. "You can melt 'em anytime… if you ask real nice."

You swallowed hard, feeling the cold of the ice and the burning heat of his mouth on your skin, the impossible contrast driving you absolutely insane.

He kissed your shoulder—slow, reverent—then trailed back up to your neck, biting a little harder this time, earning a shaky, desperate moan from your lips.

"You sound so pretty," he rasped, like he was barely holding himself back.

You tugged at the ice instinctively, but it only made the sensation sharper—being half-pinned, half-teased, at his mercy.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, lips ghosting over yours, voice infuriatingly smug.

You glared at him, cheeks flushed and heart racing. "Don't you fucking dare."

Aokiji laughed—a real, dark, hungry laugh—and then captured your mouth again in a kiss so deep, so filthy, you forgot what planet you were on.

You kissed him back just as desperately, your hips grinding against his without even thinking.

The ice melted instantly under your heat, but you didn’t even notice—you were too busy tugging him closer, swallowing each other whole.

When you finally broke apart, gasping, he rested his forehead against yours, smirking like the cocky bastard he was.

"You’re trouble," he whispered, voice wrecked and affectionate.

You smiled, tugging his collar.

"So ruin me already, Ice Man."

And from the wicked glint in his half-lidded eyes, you knew he fully intended to.

🎀

Wade “not normally a bottom” Wilson when Logan:

(Credit to @/overkelion.bsky.social on Bsky.app for the base/original!!!!)

Is this too much?

ellie dating an extremely beautiful and charismatic girl that everyone has a crush on.

Ellie Williams x Charismatic gf headcanons

keep the requests coming! (slight nsfw)

you would turn up to Jackson when your both 16, you had been tracking for days with your older sibling. killing infected and hunters however you arrived with an infectious grin

now, ellie is immune to fungus infection but like the rest of the town, she was not immune to your charismatic personality and the grin that was almost always painted in your face.

greeted every adult in jackson with a smile and a handshake, the kids with a hug.

when you first met ellie, she was in the dinner hall after tending to shimmer. it was odd when she walked in, everyone’s eyes seemingly trained on something.

you where sat at the end of the table talking to all the other teens in jackson, talking animatedly with your hands.

they where all watching you, eyes wide with interest

it would be dina who introduced you both. the girl waving her over

“ellie right! i’ve been told a lot about you!” you’d smile at the girl from your seat

“all good things i hope” ellie would chuckle, her face dusted pink

“mostly” you’d raise your eyebrows at her as she took a seat.

over your time in jackson, everyone your age had developed a crush on you

including ellie.

they couldn’t help it, helping out wherever possible and putting everyone else before you. even seeing you playing with the younger generation in Jackson, piggybacking all the 5 year olds as you made up stories with them about princesses and pirates.

even so much as smiling at someone got them swooning.

however, you only had eyes for one person and people noticed very quickly. the cheeky winks you’d send her and no one else, the extra sandwich you’d pack into her patrol bag, the longing gazes across the dining hall.

the theories where proved right at the dance hosted in the chapel. everyone in jackson was in attendance, you had been dancing for hours with everyone. your favourite was dancing with the grandads, they all knew how to dance.

eventually you caught eye of ellie at the bar with dina and jesse. you practically skipped over after finishing up a dance with one of the eleven year old jackson boys that had a huge crush on you. the kiss planted on his cheek leaving him bright red and running to his friends.

you practically demanded the girl to dance with you, the girl denting because she was a bad dancer and she had just ordered a new drink

you quite literally grabbed the drink from her hand, downed it and dragged her to the dance floor whilst telling her to follow your lead. the song was slow, your arms around her neck

you’d physically have to put ellie’s hands on your waist for her to dare touch you. scared you’d be uncomfortable under her hands

when people started leaving, you went with ellie, dina and jesse back to ellie’s shed. the four of you playing games until the early hours of the morning. so late you’d end up crashing at ellie’s

“holy shit did we fuck?” you’d practically shout as you woke up from your slumber, stripped down to your underwear and beside ellie who was also half naked.

when ellie replied with a no and told you that you were complaining about being uncomfortable so you stripped, you quipped back with a “huh, shame” before changing and leaving.

you left ellie a blushing mess

it’d be you who pursued ellie, asking her out after she played you a song on her guitar.

okay, you literally shouted it at her

“holy shit please date me!” or something along them lines.

and, when you where dating. ellie quickly figured out she was an incredibly jealous person.

you we’re usually the centre of attention in jackson, got given flowers on a daily basis and received many compliments

she’d keep it to herself but you knew which is how you ended up in bed together. half naked and you straddling her lap, kissing hickeys into her neck

she then complained about her not leaving her mark on you so you just flicked your hair away from your shoulder and tilted your head slightly.

the absolute gossip the next day was mental. no one knew that the two of you were together (minus dina and jesse - due to unfortunate circumstances… and joel who you had both told willingly)

the complements and everything else never stopped but ellie was satisfied because they all knew that you were hers.

I. * ( 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈. )

Send A + the number into your partners ask.

You can edit them to fit your expectations.

Send ‘ 001 ’ to grab my muse’s jaw.

Send ‘ 002 ’ to roughly pull them aside.

Send ‘ 003 ’ to grab my muse’s neck and pin them against a wall.

Send ‘ 004 ’ to point a gun at them.

Send ‘ 005 ’ to straddle them on the ground.

Send ‘ 006 ’ to put a finger on my muse’s chest to prevent them from leaving.

Send ‘ 007 ’ to cut my muse with a knife.

Send ‘ 008 ’ to kidnap my muse.

Send ‘ 009 ’ to choke my muse.

Send ‘ 010 ’ for your muse to threaten mine.

Send ↥ to reverse the action.

"i could hold a knife up to your throat and you'd beg for me to cut you. a spoon is nothing"

" What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom . "

soft and comfy outtabath boy :3

I haven’t really worked my butt off on a piece in forever, but this managed to happen. Christianna and Elrik, my poto based ocs! ♡

Tw: sex mention, technically nsfw(?) Not in too much detail, but talk about sexual stuff. Also, slight(?) exotrauma to do with sexual trauma. Hypersexuality and sex repulsion (probably not technically tw/cw but still)

Edit: We mostly try and keep more nsfw stuff off of our blog and account, but yeah.

Do any beings have tips for dealing with hypersexuality and sex repulsion at the same time? (Also, just tips for hypersexuality that don't involve actually "giving into the urges" [that's probably not the right phrasing, but we are tired and dumb rn]).

This shit is so fucking annoying and what makes it even worse is that as far as any of us know in this life and body we never went through sexual trauma, but some of us (overall pack) did in past lives. (All of us in the ShaySubpack did experience it).

- Shay 🐾