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lancermylove · 1 month

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I Love You, And I Hate It! (HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Leaders x gn!Reader

Warning: None

Prompt: You yell at him that you love him but hate it.

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Leona

Leona was lounging on his bed, staring at the ceiling, when you flung open the door to this room and stomped closer to him. Locking eyes with him, you spoke seriously, “I love you, and I hate it!”

Then, you spun on your heels and stomped out of the room, your footsteps echoing with a resolute thud against the stone floors.

A smirk tugged on the prince's lips as his gaze followed you storming out of his bedroom.

"They love me, huh?" He whispered to himself. Picking up his phone, he texted you, "You sure you hate me, herbivore? You just bared your heart to me. Meet me at the botanical gardens at sunset. Don’t bother protesting—you won’t want to miss what I have planned."

Even though he was calm on the outside, Leona's heart was racing out of control. He was glad that none of the other beastmen were in the room. If they were, they would have heard how fast his heart was beating.

Malleus

The prince stood in the dead woods near Ramshackle, his eyes locked on the ghastly orb in the night sky. There was an eerie calmness about him, but as soon as he heard your storming toward him, Malleus shifted his gaze to you.

Looking up into his glowing, emerald eyes, you broke the tranquility of the forest with your determined voice, "I love you, and I hate it!"

Before Malleus could respond, you turned around and stomped away into the shadows of the forest.

Though the prince was surprised, there was a warmth in his expression. Without a second thought, Malleus raised his hand and created a magical path to guide you back to him, stopping you from fleeing.

"You endeavor to flee after such a confession? No, not this night." His soft voice echoed through the forest, "Return to me, child of man. We shall speak of these matters that stir such turmoil in your heart."

As you slowly walked closer to him, you saw a light blush on his pale cheeks.

Vil

When you entered his room, Vil was doing his makeup. Though he noticed you in the reflection of his mirror, he didn't say anything and continued to apply lipstick.

Stepping closer to him, you met his gaze in the mirror and borderline yelled at him, "I love you, and I hate it!"

You weren't sure if it was the volume of your voice or your words, but Vil's hand slipped, causing his lipstick to swipe along his cheek. But before he could fully process your words, you turned around and walked out of his room.

With a sigh, he gently removed the lipstick streak on his cheek and quickly texted you. "Why date, my dear potato? Return to my room at once. We need to have a proper discussion regarding this matter, and I also wish to teach you how to use your indoor voice."

After sending the message, Vil looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled warmly. The unexpected turn of events had added a pink shade to life's palette, and he was eager to see how everything would turn out.

Riddle

Riddle was sipping a piping hot cup of tea in Heartslabyul's garden when he saw you marching toward him. From your expression, he thought something might have happened to you, and you wanted to rant to him.

Just as he was about to invite you to sit down and ask if you wanted some tea, you drew in your breath and loudly proclaimed, "I love you, and I hate it!"

The last thing you saw before you walked away was Riddle nearly dropping his floral ceramic cup on his dorm uniform.

He was too fixated on the word "hate" to fully process what you had told him. For a while, he thought about why you hated him and went through all the interactions between the two of you to figure out if he said or did something to make you hate him.

Then, it suddenly hit him. Did you just say you loved him? His eyes widened, and his face turned the color of his hair. Covering his mouth, he tried his best to keep his emotions together.

Riddle's heart was beating so fast that he felt like he was going to faint at any moment.

Idia

Idia was too engrossed in his game to hear you entering his bedroom. As soon as you stepped closer to his chair, Idia turned around with widened eyes and nearly chucked his game controller at you but stopped mid-air when he saw it was you.

For a moment, the two of you had a stare-off before you decided to clear your throat and blurt out, "I love you, and I hate it!"

Turning on your heels, you walked out of his bedroom just as quickly as you had entered. Idia stared at you in horror, still fazed by you catching him off guard by entering his bedroom.

When his mind registered your words, piece by piece, Idia's jaw dropped, and his hair slowly changed from blue to pink.

"They...l-lo-lo-lo....ve me?" Idia felt his whole world spinning, but then he realized his game was unpaused and had a moment of panic.

Even though he lost that round and all his hard work went to waste, Idia secretly felt happy. For the rest of the day, he had a toothy grin.

Azul

Azul stood in the Monstro lounge with his back to you, and while you couldn't see what he was doing, you could tell he was busy. Despite that, you walked closer to him.

As soon as he greeted you without turning around, you loudly said, "I love you, and I hate it!"

Just as you turned around and walked away, you heard the sound of multiple glasses breaking. Azul had a tray of empty glasses in his hands, and your words caught him off guard.

Though you walked away without stopping, Jade and Floyd rushed out of the office to see what was going on. The twins were amused and surprised by Azul standing frozen in place.

The octopus's mouth was wide open, his eyes were the size of discs, and his hands were still in mid-air, holding the tray lopsided. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

But the most amusing feature of the eels was Azul's bright red cheeks. They exchanged a look, wondering what had transpired.

Kalim

Kalim was walking through the halls of Scarabia, bored out of his mind. When he saw you, he gave you the widest grin possible, but his smile quickly wiped away.

Your expression - was he in trouble? Did he do something he wasn't supposed to? Kalim was nervous.

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze and somewhat angrily said, "I love you, and I hate it!"

Kalim's mind negated the 'I hate you' part and only focused on the first half of your statement. So, as soon as you turned around to walk away, he ran up to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

Before you could react, Kalim kissed your cheek and yelled, "I love you too!"

Though the moment was supposed to be a cute, happy one, Kalim's mouth was too close to your ears. So when he yelled, your ears vacuumed and started to ring, causing you to feel dizzy. However, he didn't notice and continued to hold you close to him.

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midnightwriter21 · 11 months

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demon slayer hcs: giyuu meeting soulmate!reader

characters: giyuu x fem!kamado!reader, tanjiro x sister!reader, nezuko x sister!reader, sanemi (mentioned), shinobu (mentioned), urokodaki (mentioned)

warnings: blood, family death, fighting, reader is the oldest Kamado sibling

AN: soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you is tattooed somewhere on your body!! this is the longest soulmate hcs i’ve written lol

GIYUU

you decide to spend the night over at a friends house late one night

you begin the walk home the next day at around noon

and when you return home you find your entire family slaughtered, laying in pools of their own blood

and your little brother Tanjiro and little sister Nezuko are missing

in tears, wondering what the hell happened and where your siblings are, you fail to notice the men and women approaching your home

when they get to you they explain who they are

they are the kakushi for the demon slayer corps

they check you for injuries and explain what had happened

a demon attacked your family

and your missing brother and sister are most likely dead

in a fit of rage the need for vengeance fills you

and you ask how you can become a slayer

the kakushi bring you to the butterfly mansion where you meet the head of the demon slayer corps

and filled with sympathy for you but sensing your potential, he assigns a hashira to be your mentor

and not just any hashira

The Wind Hashira

Sanemi Shinazugawa

the hot headed hashira with the deepest hatred for demons, the harshest training, and an undeniable disliking towards the water hashira, whom you haven’t met

with just a month of training, you’re headed to the Final Selection

unsurprisingly, due to your training with sanemi, you pass with flying colors

over the course of the next year, you practically fly up the ranks

being sent on several missions, training with sanemi, and of course, still grieving the loss of your siblings, Tanjiro and Nezuko

you become friends with most of the hashira due to your status of being the wind hashira’s tsuguko

but still not meeting the infamous water hashira that your teacher seems to hate

it isn’t until you receive a letter from the previous water hashira, Sakonji Urokodaki

that everything changes

he has heard of your fast progress and skill

and when hearing your last name, he realized that his newest student is your family

your little brother is alive

he passed the final selection

and he’s currently on a mission

a mission that several slayers have died on

a mission that required two hashira due to the amount of casualties

after reading the letter you practically fly out of the wind hashira’s estate

abandoning your daily training

barely hearing Sanemi’s outraged and confused yelling at your departure

running as fast as possible toward the forest that Tanjiro is supposed to be stationed in

you arrive

quickly taking off the head of a demon with the flick of your wrist as you pass by

faintly seeing the outline of a man with a mismatched haori in the corner of your eye

but continuing forward

toward your brother

faster

faster..

even faster…

you arrive

arrive just in time to block the killing blow heading towards your brother..

standing in front of Tanjiro in a defensive position with your back to him

your eyes lock onto the demon that was attacking your brother

Lower Rank 5

one of the twelve kizuki

you are so focused that you can barely hear Tanjiro whisper your name in shock

surely he thought you were dead

turning your head to softly smile at him over your shoulder you say,

“it’s alright, tanji. i’m here now.”

then, you feel a drop land on your face

a drop of blood

you look up to find your baby sister

covered in blood and tangled in the demons webs

a demon herself

in shock you stammer her name

this distraction gives lower rank 5 the opportunity to attack

he launches an attack toward you

you don’t have the time to block it

but you don’t have to

the man you caught a glimpse of earlier with the checkered haori leaps in front of you, blocking the strike

with him taking on the demon, you take the chance to leap into the air and cut the webs holding your sister

catching her as she falls, you can’t tear your eyes from her demonic form

Urokodaki did NOT mention this in his letter to you…

looking up at the sound of a head hitting the floor you realize that the man had delivered the killing blow to the attacking demon

as he turns to walk towards you and your sister, sword at the ready, nezuko stands in front of you defensively

“NO! DONT! SHE’S MY BABY SISTER” you plead, practically in tears

his eyes widen in shock

shock from the revealed information perhaps?

possibly from pity…?

or… is that… realization?

and then, in a split second he moves behind you

and the loud ‘clang’ of two swords colliding reach your ears

he had blocked the sword of another hashira

Shinobu, the insect hashira had attempted to take the life of your little sister

realizing that he was defending you, you took the chance

grabbing your brother and sister by the hand you run

and you keep running until you hear a crow telling you to report to the butterfly mansion with your brother and sister in tow

as you begin the journey to the butterfly mansion, tanjiro informs you of the events he experienced over the last year

in turn, you tell him of your experiences

arriving at the mansion, you are greeted with the sight of the hashira

normally, you would greet the people you call friends but today they are against you

when choosing between your family or your friends

you would choose your family, everytime

glancing between the highly ranked slayers, you see the quiet man in the mismatched haori

and since the only hashira that you haven’t met is the water hashira

you can safely assume that it’s him

when the meeting starts the master announces that both Urokodaki and Giyuu Tomioka have both put their lives on the line to vouch for Nezuko

Giyuu…

that’s his name.

the appreciation and admiration that surges through you at hearing the way he is supporting your sister is unreal

but your admiration is stopped in its tracks by the arrival of your mentor

you physically wince at Sanemi’s hard gaze, drawing an almost unnoticeable puzzled look from Giyuu

after the meeting ends and after a rather loud scolding from Sanemi

you turn to Giyuu and express how thankful you are for his help, and for his support for your sister

and he speaks to you for the first time,

“what kind of person would I be if i didn’t help my soulmate when she needed it.”

at his words, your heart stops

time freezes

your own wide eyes staring up into his calm ocean blue eyes in shock

you are physically frozen in shock

feeling the eyes of the other hashira staring at him he grabs you by the shoulder and leads you away from the prying gaze of the slayers

and then steps away, turning his back to you and pulling his hair over his shoulder exposing the back of his neck to you

exposing his soulmate tattoo to you

“NO! DONT! SHE’S MY BABY SISTER”

printed in your very own handwriting on his pale skin

you somewhat recover from your shock, softly tapping his shoulder to have him face you

and then copying his actions, you turn your back to him exposing the words printed onto your own neck

“what kind of person would I be if i didn’t help my soulmate when she needed it.”

sanemi was NOT happy to hear that his tsuguko is giyuu’s soulmate

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squirrelsqwirow · 6 months

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HC: mountaineer!reiner x fem!reader

a/n: I've seen a lot of farmer!reiner and cowboy!reiner, which I love, but never a mountaineer!reiner and I just can't stop thinking about it cw: Light smut below, mentions of death, modern au, sub!reiner

mountaineer!reiner who was born and grew up within a small German village within the Bavarian Alps - a tourist town it was, attracting thousands of hikers world-wide, and hundreds of influencers for it's quaint cafes and inns.

mountaineer!reiner who knows the vast region around his village like the back of his hand - he doesn't need a map, (however he continues to take one), as he has memorised every hike, trail and worn-down path.

mountaineer!reiner who owns a moderately-sized wooden cabin just outside of the village with his lovely wife

mountaineer!reiner who's cabin sits on a grassy hillside walled by the forest, the only access being the dirt driveway that weaves through the woods - a delicate creek slices through the hillside and runs next to the cobble patio outback

mountaineer!reiner who awakens every morning with you in his arms, face dug into the crook of your neck, the newly grown scruff on his chin and cheeks scratching your skin as he shifts to hold you closer - you groan as he does, being pushed from side-to-side as he wiggles down to rest on your chest, arms secured around your waist

"what'ya doing?" you had said the first time. "sorry," he mumbled and place a sleepy kiss to the fat of your right breast. "you're warm." reiner hummed with a smile as you ran your fingers through his hair and caressed his face. "and comfortable."

mountaineer!reiner who loves slow mornings, basking in the yellow light that seeps through the curtains as you both struggle to pull back the covers - who loves mornings where you lay together as entangled limbs; pants; whines; soft moans filling the room - who loves productive mornings where you both separately get ready for the day, sharing quick kisses as you pass each other in the hallway, kitchen and bedroom

mountaineer!reiner who always brings you in for a deep kiss as he leaves for the day, and as he pulls away he gives you the warmest, sweetest smile filled with love and adoration, caressing your cheek before whispering 'I love you'

mountaineer!reiner who works as a local guide for hikers, leading groups of people on hikes that can range from 40 minutes to the lookout on the mountain, or 6 hour hikes into the mountains and forest

mountaineer!reiner who loves his job and wishes to leave Germany for a little while to hike some of the most famous trails in the world

mountaineer!reiner who wants to bring you on these dream journeys, your hands linked together as you scale the flat or rough terrain - bodies pressed together under the sleeping bag as the tent pitter-patters with light rain - the taste of coffee on your tongues as you share kisses against the great view of the rising sun

mountaineer!reiner who always wants to match his wife's hiking clothes

"love, which ones should we wear?" reiner turned around and held up two different sets of hiking clothes. he lifted the first pair: "the blue and black?" he lifted the second: "or the red, orange and yellow?" you had little time to think as reiner sheepishly held out the first pair. "I like this one." you smiled, "I like that one too."

mountaineer!reiner who loves taking you on hikes, whether they be days long or 30 minutes into the forest for a picnic

mountaineer!reiner who's favourite spot for a picnic is a grassy hillside behind the cabin that's peppered with flowers, over-looking the village - a basket, a red-white checkered blanket and you lying next to him - he's in heaven

mountaineer!reiner who cannot stop sneezing as he collects a bouquet for you from the field - who almost cries when you continue to preserve the bouquets he gives you and place them in vases around the house - he'll stare lovingly at them when you're away

mountaineer!reiner who will lick excess whipped cream from the corner of your mouth, his face the shade of the strawberry jam in the pastries he and you baked for the picnic date

he pulls away with his heart thumping against his ribs, the taste of whipped cream heavy on his tongue. you gently reached out for his chin and bring him in for a soft kiss, one that leaves a shy smile on his face. reiner leans his head into the crook of your neck and looks down at the bustling village below, feeling happy and loved.

mountaineer!reiner who's job isn't always great, as within the wilderness and long hiking trails people can go missing

mountaineer!reiner is one of the first to be called when a hiker disappears - works himself to the bone trying to find them, narrowing down their last known location and following tracks, exploring every possible structure in the area that the hiker could have taken refuge in, working alongside a large team that scales mountains and dips into valley's

mountaineer!reiner who can almost cry with joy as he finds them curled away to escape the dropping temperatures, and sometimes mountaineer!reiner who sobs into your lap as the search is called off after a number of weeks

mountaineer!reiner who, under the covers in your shared bed, will confess his feelings of failure and guilt for never finding this hiker - he'll confess the pure terror of being lost in the wilderness, one of his greatest fears

"I feel like I could've done more," reiner said with half his face dug into the pillow. "maybe if I looked harder or-or tried harder we would've found them..." his voice cracks, "but I-I just..." you don't say anything as he sobs, only pulling him closer and running your fingers through his hair.

mountaineer!reiner who is a kind, empathetic and compassionate man that never forgets the people never found, and tried his best to bring some sort of closure to the families

mountaineer!reiner who often retreats to the hot-spring behind the cabin to relax and clear his mind - his favourite time to jump in is during winter, when the snow is heavy and thick, but most importantly with you curled up by his side

mountaineer!reiner who pants into your shoulder and clings to your waist as you sit on his lap, the steaming water sloshing against your sides as you slide up and down

his face is red from the heat, and you can see how he is close from the way he bites his lip and his eyes roll back into his head. reiner's hips stutter as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, his legs tremble beneath the water and as you bring his head to rest on your shoulder, his mouth falls open as the tight pressure between his legs finally bursts.

mountaineer!reiner who loves when you make love to him slow and sensual, but isn't against being roughed up every now and then - he will pay back the favour with his head between your thighs for as long as you want, drunk of the sound of your moans and the gentle whisper of the forest outside the open window

mountaineer!reiner who's lean and sharply toned in the summer, muscles rippling under his skin as he carries out his chores, but is softer and squishy during the colder months, his strong muscles coated in a thin layer of fat

mountaineer!reiner who always asks if you can help him shave even though he is perfectly capable of doing it himself - he just loves the feeling of you softly angling his head to where you want, and brushing your fingers down his soft cheeks

mountaineer!reiner who pretends to not notice you eyeing him as he chops wood outside, and who always 'accidentally' forgets to put on a shirt as he does - he'll have a lopsided grin and a deep blush, but doesn't fail to give you a show as he casually stretches to flex his large biceps and back muscles

mountaineer!reiner who loves the domestic life he lives - chopping wood out back, cooking meals, cleaning the house, fixing the sink in the kitchen and frequent trips into the village where he takes his wife to brunch

mountaineer!reiner who has been cleaning out a spare room little by little for months, almost bouncing in excitement at the possibility that it might be a nursery one day

"hey, sweetheart?" reiner beckoned you to the doorway of the spare room and pointed to the far right corner. "what'ya think about... I dunno, a crib in here soon?"

mountaineer!reiner who loves his life, wife and little slice of paradise and wouldn't trade it for all the riches in the world

#reiner braun #aot reiner #reiner x reader #reiner smut #attack on titan #aot #reiner #reiner braun x reader

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sunsents · 1 year

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neteyam sully hcs - how he teases you (M)

headcannons about Neteyam teasing little shit sully. I've been craving to write this because I just KNOW he's so annoying and smug when he wants to be.

➵ pairing: agedup!neteyam x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

➵ warnings: this gets spicy towards the end so be warned. also, neteyams annoying asf, so be warned again.

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

Neteyam has a knack for romantics. He's seen plenty of his parents' very public displays of affection that make the entire herd say "eewwww". At the ripe age of 37, Jake constantly pines over his wife and Neytiri is no better.

The fact that the married couple has enough kids to form a goddamn baseball team is enough proof on its own. (And yes, Jake is painfully aware of this fact and is itching to introduce the sport to the poor na'vi children.)

Neteyam also has a way with words. In fact, he's so good with them that he can wax poetic about your bowel movements and you'd swoon nonetheless.

"Neteyam, are you drunk?" you'd ask after a particularly rowdy festival.

"No, I'm a poet." he'd tell you, drunk off his ass.

Cue the guy saying whatever comes to mind and trying to make it sound beautiful. "Oh, ____, Why, _____. Every move of your unaware knife stabs my heart. Your hands drip rewards of the sweetest juices a man dare crave." when you’re literally trying to cut fruit, or some shit like this. (idk im no poet use your imagination.)

Worst of all, it works. This man is mighty aware of how embarrassed and shy you get when he intricately weaves words just so he can see you blush and swat at him. He takes pleasure in your angry little tone in some weird, fucked up way.

Which ends up with him developing a little...kink, if you will. He loves teasing. And in a condescending way too.

He used to consider himself good-natured - didn't take pleasure in the humiliation of others, surely. His parents' relationship should have taught him well. And it did...but he just can't stop teasing you.

Perhaps it was your strangled voice telling him to cut it out, or the tint of your cheeks complimenting you oh so delightfully. He adored your reactions and coaxing them out was such fun.

With this devilish smirk that could fluster anyone, (or so you'd tell yourself because you aren't weak...okay, maybe you are. but only for him.) he tells you how red you've become. He'd scissor his hands and squeeze your cheek between the two digits, "You're just so easy to mess with, my love."

This led to his teasing gaining an edge. And as he grew confident, he also got mean. His teases degraded you here and there but he was just so condescending; talking down at you as the prince of Omaticaya. Stuff like. “Oh, yawnetu. You’re always falling at my feet. Should I hold your hand?” when you trip and fall (because he made you trip and fall by looking extra good that day, and also ‘forgetting’ to put on pants. in your kelku, of course. or outside in the forest if you’re into that, you weirdo.)

“Look at you, getting that fruit all over your mouth. Can’t even eat properly without my help.” when you eat particularly messily.

“It’s cute that you think you can win these fights.” when you try to snap back.

When he takes things particularly far, you get angry. Because damn, he's just so annoying sometimes. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine the Olo’eyktan in training to be so smug and condescending. At first, he was all gentlemanly and teeth-rotting sweet. He’d encourage you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and be so freaking kind that it’d make you want to cry.

When your mate got too comfortable, however, things went down. "Can you pass me the f-

"Only if you kiss me,"

"At what point do you become mature?"

"When you kiss me,"

"God, I hate you."

"Your pussy wasn't exactly screaming I hate you Neteyam this morning, but maybe that's just me."

He’s still sweet, of course. This man has no bad bone in his body, it’s true. He loves you so much that he can’t help but poke fun at your antics, and makes sure you know it’s all fun and games. When it’s fun and game time though, he’s ruthless.

And he's so proud of himself too. Puffing out his chest smugly and prancing around, boasting his confidence. You just want to wipe that sly smirk off his face - but you can't. It falls on deaf ears when Neteyam jokingly personalizes a better-than-thou attitude

"Oh, do I annoy you?” he would ask you after watching you groan and roll your eyes. “Not more than usual,” you would tell him, and he would just smirk, striding towards you and pulling you into a fat kiss.

Of course, these shenanigans follow him into the bedroom.

Lo'ak is evidently more like Jake when it comes to teasing. But Neteyam? Eywa have mercy on your poor soul. He's a mix of Neytiri, Jake, and perhaps Tsu'tey combined. (he's alive, argue with the wall.) The epitome of pure sex and the reincarnation of Asmodeus himself.

His tone is sweet yet condescending, smoothly purring into your ear while making fun of how easy it was to make your cunt ache with needy desire.

He would demand you finger yourself right in front of his prying eyes, then coo at you when you couldn't cum no matter how hard you tried. It was pathetic really, how diligently your fingers worked on your poor clit. But to no avail.

Neteyam would feast on the view like it was his meal for the week. With blown-out eyes and feral flicks of his tail, he would tease you all the while. Stuff like, "Let's see those fingers work harder. Oh come on, now you're just messing with me. There's no way you think that's what it takes to make you cum.

"I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.”

“Well, you should be concentrating on me instead,…maybe learn a few things.” he drawls, circling the head of his cock with a groan while imagining he’s rubbing your swollen clit.

And you'd try your best to remember how he made you cum. But no matter what, you just couldn't copy the way Neteyam spit on your clit to ease the ache or the way he strokes the nerves so gently with a finger. Only the clit, of course - because he's going to tease you, and teasing you involves edging the shit out of you until your eyes water and you can't help but beg.

The fact that you’re so accustomed to his fingers and cock was a little embarrassing. They had become proviso for you to cum.

"You can't make yourself cum? How pathetic. Did I fuck you too good that it made you incompetent, or do you just like me too much?"

Neteyam always basks in his torture. He'd watch your hips buck wildly while begging and crying for him to fuck you right. He'd just sit there with wide legs, palming his hard cock and squeezing his balls ever so slightly at your pained mewls. Arms spread, head thrown back, he'd just observe you with additional snarky comments if he felt like it.

"Come on, you can do it. Oh, you got it, yes, there we g-...oh. What a pity."

#neteyam fic #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam #avatar twow #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar au #neteyam headcanons

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bubuslutty · 10 months

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hc: witch!reader x 141 (+ Ale, Rudy, König, Horangi) as monsters

A monster's high

word count: 1.5k

tags: they/them pronouns, poc friendly, 3rd person pov, proof read by me so sorry for any mistakes, nsfw, fluff

warnings: a bit of body horror

a/n: i initially meant for this to be fluffy but uhhh I guess I'm a whore 🥰 enjoy either way!!! 💙 pls if u wanna see anything pls let me know, cuz I just want more excuses to talk abt monster cod mw2 guys!!

Soap (werewolf):

Johnny has a habit of scenting his witch when they have to go somewhere without him, and he claims it's to keep them safe from other monsters. but does he really need to rub his face all over their tummy and ass??

Johnny's witch takes care of him during his ruts by brewing him teas for his stomach aches. and provides him with their worn clothes so he can have familiar and comforting scents around him when he's rutting.

Soap also likes to hang out with his witch during nights on a full moon, so he can turn and run in the forest. and sometimes they even play catch with him, by throwing a stick and he runs after it, getting it for her, for pets and praises, tail wagging and all.

Ghost (symbiote):

Simon Riley is pretty cool, kind and pleasant to hang out with, Ghost on the other hand is dark in a weirdly attractive way (monster fucker alert). Ghost doesn't really have a form, they're just a mass of black matter that merges and melts into Simon's pores, but also has a voice of its own.

Reader has gotten used to Ghost jumping in on conversations when they're talking with Simon. And has even gotten used to Ghost threathening (flirting) to eat them (??). While Simon always apologises about Ghost, reader hasn't figured out if Ghost wants to eat them literally or sexually.

Reader has also gotten used to walking around Simon's place and being suddenly pulled into a dark corner by a cold tentacle attached to Simon's symbiote. Then asked in a very ominous voice "Can you get orange juice from the corner store? Simon can't, too tired."

Reader shrugs and nods, "Okay." while being held up in the air by dark matter.

"Thank you." Ghost whispers, their voice raising all the hairs in reader's body.

Price (Dragon hybrid):

he can breathe fire, but doesn't allow himself to so he satiates the urge with cigars. Breathing fire is a hazard and can put others around him in danger, and he can accidentally destroy his belongings by allowing the tickle of a flame leave his throat.

But sometimes he slips up, for example when he's balls deep in reader (don't ask me how we got here). They were curious about what it'd be like fucking a dragon hybrid and how can Price say no to those pretty eyes?

It happens when he's about to orgasm, and he feels fire tickle his throat, and when he can't swallow the urge back, he throws his head back and let's out fire escape his lips, blowing it upward so it doesn't catch on anything.

And then when reader realises what he just did, he gets shy about it. Usually he doesn't spit fire when he fucks someone, but reader doesn't need to know that.

Gaz (Crow harpy hybrid):

first of all, Gaz has the prettiest, softest feathers. They're black but Show different colours when lights hit them in different angles. And reader spends a lot of time just admiring them and caressing them while he plays his favourite video game.

And when they accidentally press on the feathers a bit too hard, he jumps and grabs their wrist, "Don't do that again, please."

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." Reader apologises

"You didn't, they're just a bit sensitive… That's all." Gaz mumbles and they nod, resuming caressing his feathers in the gentlest way possible as Gaz resumes his game and tries to ignore the tingle at the base of his spine, making him shudder and heat up.

Horangi (Tiger shifter):

at first he scared reader because when they first met him, he was in his tiger form napping in the living room when reader walked in, completely clueless with a bunch of ingredients for a potion in their arms, "I got the-"

They used all of their strenght not to drop everything in their arms because the ingredients are expensive while they stood, facing a sleeping tiger, taking up the whole couch.

The tiger quickly noticed their presence and woke up, lazily blinking and letting out a big yawn, revealing a sharp set of teeth and reader readied themselves to cast a spell if the tiger was to ever attack or try anything.

The tiger kept staring at reader until they got bored and stood up on the couch, and shifted just like that, fur flipped into pink soft skin and bones reshaping themselves in real time.

And so reader was face to face with a naked man in the middle of Soap's living room.

König (eldritch):

König wears a huge diy'ed mask on his head, covering red and black smooth salty skin and tentacles. Sometimes he lets them hang outside the mask, poking and prodding this and that when he's comfortable, but most of the time they're hidden, out of sight.

Reader has yet to figure out where all of his tentacles come from, they know they come from his head, from the area that would be considered his chin and jaw if he had one, like a beard that has a mind of its own.

They've seen peeks of König shirtless a couple of times, but couldn't see any extra limbs or tentacles coming out of his skin, so how earth does he manages to wrap them in huge long tentacles? Where do they come from??

They've asked König of course, but all he did was smile, his eyes shaping half moons, patt their head and walked off without a word.

Alejandro (werewolf):

The only other werewolf in the bunch apart from Johnny. This man has also an obsession with scenting reader after Johnny scented them just to get a rise out of him.

He's territorial of course, very protective and loves to bite and nip at reader when they let him. Be it their hips, waist, tummy or ass, he'll happily sink his teeth in any part of their body as long as they let him.

He's also allergic to wearing clothes when the sun shines, if Alejandro senses that summer is very near, he'll strip to his boxers and hang around in all of his tan and hairy glory.

And reader is only human, when they see him like that, their heart skips a beat and they quickly leave the room Alejandro or otherwise he'll somehow smell them getting aroused.

And Alejandro doesn't even need to smell their arousal to know they're affected, because he can hear their thumping heart when he focuses his hearing.

They also try to avoid him when they've had their back blown by a local resident monster (only Soap's pack tho, no one else or they'll (141 & Co.) have a mental breakdown lmao) because he can smell the cum plugged inside them. and even when they've showered, washed away all traces of sex, he still can smell it underneath all the soap, lotion and body mist. And when he does smell it, he corners them and bullies them into telling him how it went down while they whine and beg him to let them go (they actually love it dw guys, ale would let them go as soon as they express real discomfort)

Rudy (human):

The second human in the pack after reader. While reader is a witch and in tune with the spiritual and supernatural world, Rudy can't feel shit. like nothing at all. everyone might be on edge because they can smell someone's heat and he'd be sitting there absolutely oblivious, at least reader is knowledgeable enough to know the signs of a heat or rut without smelling it.

Reader might be reluctant to go somewhere because they feel like the vibes are off, or the place is cursed and haunted, and Rudy would shrug and go in to retrieve whatever must be retrieved.

Rudy could be checking himself out in a mirror while a spirit would be looking right back at him and reader is just standing there, uncomfortable while he hums and fixes his hair and the spirit is highly confused because how the fuck isn't he being seen by the dumb very handsome human?

He's the type of guy who'd brush off any attempt at scaring him or cursing him without a second thought, a witch would try to curse him by planting a little pouch under his door matt and Rudy would absolutely have no idea and would never step on the matt at his doorstep because his legs are long and he never needed to step on it in the first place, he even has another one inside his house as well, it's just there to look nice really, so the curse never took effect in the first place until reader shows up and hisses in disgust, immediately finding the pouch for Rudy and throwing it away.

Even when a demon is actively trying to cause him nightmares, Rudy doesn't even notice because every night our boy passes out on werewolf knot, brain melted out of his ears, he barely has the energy to open one eye so it's impossible for his brain to conjure up dreams or be active enough so the demon can plant nightmares into his head.

I imagine Rudy getting his organs rearranged in the nastiest way possible while the invisible demon is just standing there like 🧍‍♀️😐 waiting for Rudy and the werewolf, who is probably Ale to be done so he can give him nightmares.

He's our unbothered King and I love him very much.

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twigg96 · 9 months

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Hello my sweet lovelies. I’ve been trying to write some more Daryl X Y/N and thought what better way to get started than doing the Fluffy and Naughty Alphabet HCs! 😊 so please enjoy the start to my little 52 HC journey!

Daryl Dixon’s Fluffy Hc Alphabet:

A - Attractive (what about their partner do they like most?)

Daryl loves a partner that cares a lot about other people. Those who put themselves before the betterment of the group are not people who Daryl can ever get along with. He finds kindness, compassion, honesty, and openness attractive in particular.

B - Banter (How do they tease each other? Is it always friendly/ flirtatious or does it turn nasty?)

Daryl doesn’t conventionally tease his partner. But in an unconventional world he thinks their version of teasing fits right in. Instead of the jovial picking other couples do, Daryl will often come over and say nothing but simply take a bite out of his partner’s food, smiling devilishly as he continues on his duties. While walking on patrol together, Daryl and his partner will go from walking hand in hand to playfully bumping each other to shoving each other off the path and into the plant life that lives along the side of the road. Neither partner can always read the other’s emotions so if Daryl is in a dark head space he will lash out if his partner tries to tease him. The same however can be said too for his partner.

C - Cute (Cuddles, Handholding, Sweet Touches, Caresses, Sneaky Moves)

Mr. Dixon is not into PDA. He doesn’t like people having the upper hand on him with information that could be used against him. Plus he’s really really busy a lot of the time. It’s not until the pair are alone either in the darkness of the night or shrouded in the forest that he allows himself to become more vulnerable. Taking his partner’s hand when there are no Walkers about he rubs his thumb over the back of their hand as he whispers plans about the day to come.

In the dead of night he’ll pull his lover close letting them cuddle close to his chest. He’d run his fingers through their hair. It would be a peaceful silence with a few shared kisses simply listening to their shared breaths and heartbeats. As sleep over takes them both and the last thing either of them hear is “I love you” from either partner.

But Daryl isn’t all innocent and shy all the time. Sometimes when things are good he’ll come around and smirk at his partner as they work. Walking up as they bed over he pinches their ass and covers their mouth telling them to meet him in the house in ten minutes.

D - Dates (What kind of dates do they like to take their partners on Are they creative with their date ideas?)

In the post apocalypse there isn’t really time for what we would consider real dates. There is no movie theater. No restaurants. No Pools. No beach. No hotels. Daryl couldn’t do the things he really desperately craved to do with his partner and it killed him. This topic has sparked more fights in your relationship than either of you would ever care to admit. Daryl wanted to provide for you and take you out on real dates. You however saw the sweet scenic bike rides you both took as date enough. His partner saw scouting ahead on a peaceful day as a date. Or even just doing nothing within the walls talking about everything. Eventually you both agree to disagree.

E - Eat (Do they have similar tastes in food or do they share food at the dinner table? I. E. Swapping the tomatoes on the burger for the pickles on their partner's chicken sandwich)

There is no room to be picky after the turn. With good food so scarce if someone didn’t like dinner that night they just didn’t eat. But Daryl hated it when his partner didn’t eat. So he went out of his way to find food they liked when dinner was something he knew they wouldn’t like. He’d offer them the stuff they like off his plate and took the food they didn’t like. No problems or fuss. He loved you.

F - Fire (What drives them the most in the relationship?)

Seeing you survive. Daryl couldn’t live with himself if he ever lost you. And he knew that it was unrealistic to try and expect that his partner would live well past when he would live. That he would die long before his partner and be waiting wherever it was on the other side for them. But it made him so sick thinking about the opposite so he simply did his best to keep you safe.

G - Generosity (How do they show their partner they care?)

Daryl was extremely caring in his love. He may not always show it or even say it but he is always thinking about his partner’s wellbeing. He looks for safer paths to take when they scout together, ones they can’t be ambushed on or that are easier to walk on. He always checks you over for cuts and bruises when he sees you before hugging you too tight or kissing you. He is on high alert outside of the camp at all times ready to protect. He gives his food to you when you need it.

H - Hot Head (Are they quick to anger? Are they spiteful in a fight? Will they say things they don't mean just to piss their partner off? Or are they easy going?)

Oh sweet lord. Yes. This man is a hot head. He is like a volcano. Full of anger and negative emotions that when placed under pressure will make him explode and cover other in the anger and negativity. But understand that this is a product of a horrifically broken home. He tries like hell to keep from erupting all over you. But sometimes it just happens and he never means for it to get as out of hand as it gets.

Daryl gets mean when he’s pissed. He gets nasty and spiteful. He will pull up shit from past fights just to fuel the fire of the argument and keep it going until he feels like you’re just as pissed off at him as he is at himself.

Whatever you do… do not give this man alcohol and expect him to be ok. He is an angry drunk and has no self control. He will get into an argument sometime into the night and it will be more than either of you can handle.

I - Interest (What are some of the interests they may share?)

Before the turn you both enjoyed bike rides and the occasional night out.

But now that the turn happened, you both like the time you spend together hunting and scouting. You both love providing for your camp. And you both still love riding.

J- Jealousy (Are they the Jealous type? How would they act if they were?)

Sweet God yes he’s very jealous! He trusts Rick more than anyone in the group but he looses his mind when you walk into Rick’s house alone to babysit Judith alone to just let the ex-cop sleep. One time when you all first moved to Alexandria a guy outside the walls approached you, Daryl, and Aaron asking if you wanted to go with two real men for a night of “fun”, Daryl beat him into a bloody pulp for thinking about it.

K- Kids (Do they want kids?)

Yes. If the world had never changed. If the dead never walked. He would give you all the children in the world, even though the thought of being a dad scared him more than anything. But now. He worried about the life his children would live. He worried for their safety. He wanted them so much but to put them through hell just because of his selfishness… he didn’t know if it was right.

L - Likes (Favorite things about relationship and partner)

Daryl loved waking up next to his partner each morning. He loved looking into his partner’s eyes and knowing that silent communication was all they needed. He loved the feel of their hand on his telling him it was ok. He loved knowing that without gaining to look you always had his back and he had yours. He loved feeling safe and secure for the first time in his life and he hoped with all he had he gave them the same feeling.

M- Marriage (Are they interested in getting married at all?)

At one point before the turn he actually bought a ring for his partner. He wanted to marry them and do the whole family thing. But once the turn happened that all got shoved onto the back burner. And while you and Daryl never really “got married” you both consider yourselves one step above boyfriend and girlfriend in this new life. Whatever that means to you both and no one opposed it.

N- No (Pet Peeves in a relationship)

Daryl refuses to tolerate a partner who intentionally hurts someone he loves. Betrayal is something he’d been through a lot in his life and he can’t imagine if his partner ever betrayed him.

Letting Daryl protect you is crucial. He can’t stand to loose you and if your constantly throwing yourself into harms way even when he advised you not to it will spark arguments

He must truly and fully trust his partner in their entirety. He wants full honesty from them. If they lie once he considers it a complete breach of trust and it will take a long time to heal that.

O - Orange (What color reminds them of their partner?)

Blue - he sees his partner as the color blue. They are truthful, merciful, loving, tranquil. They remind him of the sky on a clear day. They are calming and serine and they always manage to make him smile even when he wants to scream. He thought of you in his darkest times and felt the most free from all his problems.

P - Proposal (How would they or how did they propose?)

If Daryl would have gotten the chance he would have gotten down on one knee in your favorite spot after a long bike ride feeling you pressed up against his back.

But now it was in the Prison that you two talking jokingly about marriage. What it must have been like to do such a thing and have children. Daryl pulls an old ring on a chain out from behind his shirt. It’s aged. A little tarnished. He tells you about his failed plan. Smiling he tells you that he kept the ring as a piece of you to hold close you his heart.

Q - Queen (King) (What traits makes them a KING or a QUEEN?)

He is the ultimate King! Daryl goes out of his way to make sure that his partner is well taken care of and happy.

God forbid the day that the two of you are ever separated either by accident like at the Prison or by force. He will put his body through the ultimate test and hell in order to get back to you. Everything that stands in his way are simply obstacles to overcome. Day and night he will search until he finds you and if someone has you... god rest their soul.

He is always willing to share. Food, heat, shelter, water, medicine... whatever you need in order to survive.

Daryl can communicate with his partner with just a look. He loves them whole heartedly. He can just feel when something is wrong. It's like a sixth sense. No words are ever needed to be said. However he is always willing to listen if you need to talk.

Family is direly important to him. If you ever were to start one with him he would become all the more protective.

R - Rain (What was the most romantic gesture they have ever done for their partner?)

He made you a necklace...

The day that a good friend of yours turned...you were heartbroken and distraught. You refused to leave your cot in the prison for a full day. You had seen it before. You had even seen other friends turn and it affected you but never like this. Daryl hated seeing you like this. So taking a walk and giving you space he started looking. Looking for things that reminded him of you... Of brighter days. It was then he realized... that was exactly what you needed.

And so he started to look for things to brighten you. To make you smile. Things that reminded you of your lost friend based entirely off of stories you told of them. He found a shiny stone deep in a river bed recounting the tale you told him of the day you and your friend went tadpole hunting when you were young, splashing each other with the mud. A blueish black feather laid perfectly on a rock and reminded him of the myths his mother used to say about the crows and ravens bringing peace to those who grieve. A discarded bear tooth reminded him of the first time you had introduced him to your friend, the three of you hunting into the evening only to find a hare and two squirls.

Tying his treasures onto a long piece of twine he fashioned a necklace and brought it home to you placing it around your neck and telling you it would all be alright.

S- Smooches (Who gave the first kiss? When do they kiss their partner? How often do they kiss their partner?)

Having met Daryl before the turn, you both had more than your fair share of kisses. But your first one... well Daryl claims it was an accident. A heat of the moment reaction of passion.

Merle had been hounding you all day. He had known you were dating Daryl but to him it was just a word until he saw the proof. You were outside with Daryl at the time. Watching him work on Merle's POS truck when Merle came home from work on his bike. The older Dixon immediately swooped in and tried to get fresh. Playing grab ass and trying to get you to go inside with him. Daryl flipped his shit. Throwing the tools to the ground Daryl flew into a rage, pushing Merle away from you and into the house. He was still pacing for 20 minutes before you were able to get him to look at you. Before you could say anything he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you close, gripping your hair and kissing you deeply, muttering that you were his and his alone and if any man touched you like that again he'd cut their hand off. Needless to say he didn't get done with Merle's truck...

Now that the world is upside down Daryl tries to be more purposeful with his kisses, he wants them to mean something if they're the last they are ever to share as a couple. It was hard for his partner to understand at first... but he explained that he would hate it if he kissed his partner simply to end a fight no other meaning behind it and something happened. He wanted passion and romance behind his every action while they had the time.

T - Travel (Do they like to travel with their partner? Where do they dream of traveling to?)

God... does Daryl want to travel with his partner. He often dreams of the days before the turn. Dreams of taking you to far away places. Safe places. But the world is no longer that place... and so he tries to stay realistic in his waking life. Safety means stability. If he can have a stable life with you then he can start a family... He simply wants a safe stable place to settle... but he knows that may not always be possible. And so he roams looking for the perfect place for you both to live out your days.

U- Universal (How Public are they with their affection? Are they very open with PDA? Do they brag about their partner?)

Daryl is incredibly reserved. He always has been. He doesn't like the attention that PDA brings. He would much rather recede to the privacy of the forest or a darkened room/hallway than to make his move in front of the others. If Daryl was ever to talk about his personal life it would be to Carol (for advice and advice only about his partner's wellbeing) or Rick (To ask for dating advice/ and maybe to brag)

V- Valentines (First holiday together. How did they prepare? How did they celebrate?)

While holidays no longer exist and have no meaning after the turn, he often thinks to the only holiday he ever got to spend with his partner, properly.

It was Christmas. A holiday he and Merle had long since forgotten. One they had abandoned long before either of them were out of primary school but still knowledgeable enough to decipher that Santa Claus was a classist jackass. You had insisted they each give it a shot. For you. No religion involved just free shit. Daryl was hesitant. He didn't want to be disappointed again. Merle however was defensive. He wanted nothing to do with the holiday and often ridiculed the entire idea of it in it's entirety. But... the two relented after hearing that you would be cooking for them all weekend long. Merle complained and bitched the entire time you decked the halls of their trailer. "This sparkle shit better come out of my God damned carpets! I don't need ta find it in June!" You couldn't find a tree at a price any of you could afford but Daryl cut the biggest limb off a nearby pine and hoped it would be good enough. You were able to make stocking for each of the boys and on christmas eve you stuffed them with gifts and laid their presents under the makeshift tree. In the morning... they both stared at you nervous and akward. Like they both wanted to move and tear into shit but were scared they'd get in trouble. So you sat them down and handed them gifts. It wasn't much. You were working with a waiter's salary... but it was more meaningful to either of them than you ever knew. When Merle growled, embarrassed he didn't get you anything you simply said that spending the day with them meant more to you than any gift and you thought... for a second, that you watched both men's hearts grow three sizes that night.

W- Wicked (What do they do that purposely pushes their partner's buttons?)

Daryl will pull shit up from the past and use it against his partner to start a fight. He does this the most when he's feeling shitty about himself or a situation he's in and can't fix. He wants his partner to be just as upset and angry at him as he is with himself.

He has a really... really bad drinking problem. He is a mean drunk. If he wants he will find alcohol and drink in front of his partner knowing they hate it when he acts vindictive and hateful.

He gives the best silent treatment in the entire apocalypse. He could exist completely silent for literal weeks. (please do not mistake his need for space with the silent treatment. He gets over stimulated a lot and needs space)

Straight up disappears for days without ever telling his partner where he's going or when he'll be back. This gets worse after the Sanctuary.

Calls them pet names they despise (this is normally in retaliation to pet names they give him)

X- Xylophone (What song fits the relationship?)

Y- Yearning (When do they miss their partner the most? What do they do to placate themselves in the mean time?)

Daryl misses his partner so much when he's out on a run that lasts longer than a day. He worries about them constantly. If he can't bring them then he tries to bring a part of them, something to remind him of them. A trinket he can worry until he can get home. But if he can't or it's an emergency and he didn't have time. He always has a matching tattoo on his arm that you both got on your one year to remind him to come home to you...

Z- Zipper (Do they let their partner pick their outfits?)

If you find clothes that fit him out on runs he'll look at them and choose to wear them or not. Sometimes you bring home baby clothes to pick on him when he's being a big baby bitch. Other times you bring him clothes you know he's never going to wear just to fuck with him. He never says it out loud but he thinks this is funny.

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letssimptogether · 1 year

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Pyramid Head x Priest!Reader

✨ going for walks together

a/n: i just wanna say i am SO sorry it took so long to get these out😩 i love writing these lil scenarios tho they’re sm fun<3 i hope you enjoy, feather anon! i’m def gonna write more; i saved the lil hc’s to write em all😌🫶🏻

warnings: none!

It was a chilly afternoon, and you gathered a book or two, some snacks, and a drink. Pyramid Head tilted his head, confused as to what your scurrying was for.

“Would you like to come with me for a walk?” Your voice was soft and just above a whisper.

Pyramid Head hesitantly grabbed your hand, and followed as you led the way through the thick forest. Though it was winter, it was a warmer afternoon; though you wouldn’t be able to tell through all the snow falling.

The two of you walked until you found a small clearing, and you plopped a blanket down, waiting for pyramid head to take a spot on the blanket so you could cuddle next to him.

Once you sat yourself next to him, you pulled out some of your scriptures to read out loud; you started doing so after you caught Pyramid Head trying to read them.

As you read, Pyramid Head likes to hold an arm around you, and pull you onto his lap—it makes him feel more secure.

After some time passes, Pyramid Head pulls your head onto his lap, as he started handing you some snacks to eat while reading aloud for you both.

Even though he seems very intimidating, I see him being very tender and loving in a relationship🤭

Once the two of you are further along in your guy’s dating journey, he’ll start tucking your hair behind your ear and rubbing your scalp/massage your body parts while he watches you read.

It’s moments like these, where everything doesn’t seem as tense and horror-filled, even if it’s only for a few hours at a time.

#feather anon #slashers x reader #dbd x reader #pyramid head x reader #x gn!reader

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spiderlandry · 9 months

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soft place to land — rotxo

Description: Rotxo thought he had more time to finalize his plan on how he’ll court you. But as he saw you sneaking off with Neteyam to fly on his ikran, he couldn’t help but think he may be too late.

Pairing: Rotxo x GN!Reader (Metkayina)

Warnings/Tags: jealousy, misunderstandings, angst, fluff, mentions of parent death (not reader’s), neteyam being a wingman, neteyam being flirty but they’re just a couple of besties

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: rotxo my sweet boy <333 included my own hcs about his family situation in this one

At the edge of the forest of Awa’atlu sitting on a rock, you and Neteyam sat shoulder-to-shoulder watching the eclipse. Though you’ve been trying to convince him to make more friends and get out there, he always found his way back to you.

“I swear,” you watched the tides crash against the shore. “I never took you for the shy type.”

“I am not shy,” Neteyam quipped. “I just like being alone.”

“Would you like me to leave?”

His head snapped in your direction, his mouth beginning to scowl until he realized you were smirking. “You’ve been a good teacher. You deserve to reap the rewards by being in my presence,” he laughed as you shoved him, careful not to do it too hard that he fell off.

The truth was Neteyam was drawn to you because of your nurturing nature. He would never outright tell you, but it was something that he sought in people—a calmness he sensed in your soul. Yet, you entertained his little teases with just the right amount of sarcasm. He knew he wanted to be your close friend on the first day you helped teach his family about the Metkayina way of life. You accepted him almost immediately, even after he gained a few stern looks from you when he started teasing you about a certain someone a bit too soon.

That certain someone being Rotxo. On that first day, Neteyam said he noticed the way you stared, which you followed up with a concerned, is it really that obvious?

The answer, it was only obvious to Neteyam because he went through the same thing back home. When he told you this, you were able to read the solemn look on his face and he opened up about the woman waiting for him in the forest, the one he was beginning to court before they were forced to seek uturu. You both bonded over the pain of belonging to someone you couldn’t be with at that moment.

You’ve been best friends since then.

Neteyam sighed, idly fidgeting with his hands. “I miss home.”

“I know,” you whispered, unable to provide further comfort than a pitiful patting of his back. “You should tell me more about it.”

“I’ve told you many stories already,” he flashed you a flat smile, appreciating the sentiment. “I don’t know if there are any more.”

“What about your ikran?”

“I already told you how I tamed him.”

“You never told me your first flight. Neytiri said it’s the most important.”

He lightly scoffed—more of a laugh, really—he should have known you would get around his deflections. “We almost got lost,” he began.

“Really?”

He hummed. “I got carried away with trying to do all kinds of tricks. Flying just felt…good—It still does.”

“How did you make your way back?”

“Father found me,” he chuckled, “I almost got scolded. But I think he saw how happy I was.”

“What is it like? To fly, I mean.”

“It feels freeing, like the whole world is at your disposal.” He shrugged.

“I would like to fly sometime.”

“Seriously?” When you nodded, he grinned. “I could take you.”

And so, you both made a deal. Tomorrow morning, at dawn. Needless to say you were thrilled to see what the fuss was about.

When the time came, though, nerves got the best of you. You woke up two hours before the sun was fully in the sky, and had to leave your marui due to your own sleeplessness.

Coincidentally, Neteyam was also awake, feeding his ikran. He was at the cliff’s edge near your usual hangout spot.

Climbing up the small hill, he sensed your presence behind him, your gaze falling on his banshee that was giving him the death stare. “It’s been a bit difficult for him adjusting to the food here.”

You were silent, it was far too early to be having conversation. Instead you hesitantly extended your hand toward the animal, feeling its tough skin with a gentle graze under his chin.

Neteyam’s eyes widened—his ikran didn’t like to be touched, he should have warned you. But imagine his surprise when the banshee leaned into your touch, not away from it.

“I should have known he would like you,” he broke the silence.

“Hm?” You looked back at him, still scratching the animal.

“You’re good with animals. That’s why you’re a teacher, right?”

“I suppose.”

His lips curved into a soft smile. “Are you ready?”

With a scrunch of your nose, you flashed him a nervous grin. “Promise not to drop me?”

“Only if you behave,” he adjusted the straps on the banshee.

“I think I’m ready.”

“Let’s do it!”

Neteyam got on, helping you get your footing, and you settled nicely behind him. He made tsaheylu.

“Hold on to my waist,” he grabbed your arm and placed it around his middle. “Don’t let go.”

Without warning, the ikran lifted off the ground, the flap of its wings leaving behind a cloud of dust. On instinct, you squeezed Neteyam’s torso with both of your arms, and the animal shivered beneath your thighs as he must have felt it, too.

Your eyes closed and your head pressed up against his back, hiding from the wind. It was then you noticed he had tied his hair so it wouldn’t get in your face. Laughing at the realization, your eyes opened naturally—you were caught off guard by the beauty surrounding Awa’atlu.

The sea, clear as glass, reflected Eywa’s sun carefully placed in the sky as it came out of hiding. The light bounced off the wavelets in the water, illuminating the homes tied up under the large roots of the trees. Speechless, you were.

“Like the view?” Neteyam asked, his ikran circling near the reef, giving you a panoramic glimpse of your home.

“This is crazy,” you beamed.

Yet, when he turned his head to you, he found a faraway expression.

“You good?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You shook your head. “That’s Rotxo’s marui. Near the edge. It’s further away from the others.

At the mention of your friend, his eyes softened. He knew Rotxo was adopted by the leaders of the clan, but he never pushed to know about the rest.

“The Olo’eyktan gave him a separate marui after his parents…you know. So he had a private place. He’s in there a lot.”

You weren’t sure if you were right to tell Neteyam. At this point, words were just coming out without any real thought. Maybe you were lightheaded from the sheer height.

Veering away from the last part, he still kept on topic. “Are you ever gonna tell him about your feelings?”

“No.”

“Eywa, you are oblivious.” He muttered. “It is not good to dwell on your feelings alone, you know.”

“What else am I supposed to do? Court him?”

“Exactly right.”

“No!” You slapped his back lightly, and the ikran screeched. “What do I even give him?”

“What does he like?”

“He’s been wanting a new armband. He’s outgrown most of his, but—“

“But?”

“I don’t know how.” Neteyam felt the shame radiating off you at not having learned an important skill.

Going back to where you both took off, he landed on the grass smoothly.

After a beat, catching his breath, Neteyam said, “I’ll help you.”

From a young age, Rotxo hoped that being by your side would inevitably get you to see him. Not that he didn’t value being your friend, or that he was only with you because of an ulterior motive, no—he genuinely had this incessant need to be in your presence, and the realization that those feelings were more than platonic was just another side to the coin.

After that epiphany, he started a necklace. Multiple, actually. Perfecting the craft with Tsireya’s help to ensure it showed how much he loved you; his own marui was just the place to practice since nobody bothered him.

He was sort of dealt a bad hand in life having lost his parents as a child, but he was picked up by Tonowari and Ronal who took him underneath their wings. Growing up, feelings of being a burden made themselves known. You, however, being the eldest child of the leaders’s close friends, befriended him.

You both confided in each other about the pressure that came with status. You, being trained to become a warrior and a teacher, and him, as the adopted son of respected leaders. Your friendship bloomed naturally. He wasn’t as close to you as he liked, though, you were much closer with Tsireya and, lately, a certain someone.

About being the son of two great leaders, he had his own duties to perform. Often, that included having to wake up early to get them done. He was up before dawn, stretching and exiting his family’s marui. (But not before lightly kicking Ao’nung on the way out.)

Doing this for years, Rotxo was easily a morning person. So, imagine his surprise when he spotted you—strictly a night person, you told him yourself—walking outside.

He was about to come greet you, until he realized you had a destination in mind: the cliffside. He watched from afar as you climbed up and greeted that certain someone. The one you’d been spending much of your time with, which is none other than Neteyam.

Neteyam was okay. At first, at least. He listened to instructions better than his siblings which Rotxo was thankful for. But then the Sully had to go and become friends with you. Next thing he knew, you were spending most of your time with the guy.

He pictured it so clearly. You and Neteyam bonding over the pressure of being the eldest children. You had many friends, he knows. But recently your touches toward Neteyam got a bit too close, and your smile wider, and suddenly Rotxo became a beacon of an ugly emotion they called jealousy.

He always tried his best to shake it off. Now, seeing you mount Neteyam’s ikran, putting your hands around his waist and grinning when you both took off—he no longer had the dignity to deny it.

A shove from the back had him twisting to look at Ao’nung. “What?”

His brother smirked, pointing his head toward the ikran they both knew was Neteyam’s. “Jealous?”

“No.” Of course he was. But he would never give him the satisfaction of saying yes.

“You’ve been standing there for Eywa knows how long. You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Rotxo nodded curtly, jerking his head away when Ao’nung tried to pinch his ear.

Since you were always with Neteyam, and Tsireya was with Lo’ak, Rotxo was stuck dealing with Ao’nung making sure he didn’t stick his neck where it didn’t belong. Ao’nung was a good brother, protective though he wouldn’t admit that. But being him, he was also quite unbearable.

Rotxo just was not having it today. Throughout his training and helping with the clan, he couldn’t help but be short with everyone. He would never be disrespectful, but it was a sure stark contrast from his usual smiles. From crinkled eyes to empty stares.

He didn’t think it made that much of a difference, but apparently it did. He was cleaning up in the Tsahìk’s marui, listening to Ronal with one ear while Tonowari sharpened his spear.

“Say, Rotxo, do you know if Ao’nung has talked of a mate?”

Focused on organizing materials, he gave a simple answer. “No, Tsahìk.”

Unbeknownst to him, both of his parents’ heads slowly raised toward him. Tonowari stopped sharpening his spear, Ronal stopped talking.

At the silence, he looked up. “Is something wrong?”

His mother shot his father a look, and as he nodded, she left.

Uh oh. This can’t be good.

Tonowari put down the spear. “What’s bothering you, ma’itan?”

Ears pinned to his skull, he bit his lip trying to come up with a response. Lying was not on the table. “I am sorry for being curt today, Olo’eyktan. You taught me to be better. I am just…”

“You can tell me.”

“I am…jealous.”

“Of whom?”

“I don’t think it’s important.” He shook his head. “It’s trivial.”

“If it is affecting your behaviour, it’s important.”

Well, he couldn’t disagree, could he?

“I have been jealous of Y/N. Who has been spending time with Neteyam.” He looked around, desperate to see anything but the reaction.

A hand came upon his shoulder, and he finally spotted the smile that crept up on the leader’s face. “You should give them the necklace.”

“Wait—how do you know about that?”

“You know, I didn’t raise Tsireya to be a liar either,” he laughed. “Besides, I would not worry much if I were you.”

“What does that mean?”

He patted Rotxo on the back before picking up the spear and gesturing to the doorway.

“Give them the necklace and find out,” he went back to sharpening the spear.

Rotxo, stumbling out of the pod, pondered on the implications of what was just said. Was it true? Could he really have a chance with you?

With a newfound hope and determination, he headed to his own marui to retrieve the necklace. However, that faith was short lived when he ran into you.

“Rotxo,” you beamed at him. “I was looking for you.”

“You were?” The spark of hope in his chest flickered to a flame.

“I flew on an ikran this morning,” your excitement was so strong that you didn’t seem to notice Rotxo’s grimace. “I wanted to tell you about it and—“

Just like that, the fire was extinguished.

“Um. I’m sorry, Y/N. But I have to go.”

“Oh.” You blinked. “Well, come find me later?”

“Sure.”

Closing the flap of his pod, he stared at the line of necklaces on the floor, his string of failed attempts. Laughable, he thought he ever had a chance with you. Furthest from the entrance was his most recent attempt. His best one.

He laid down, taking the necklace in his hand to hold close to his chest. He let himself grieve the little chance he thought he might have had.

“Eywa,” he breathed. “Please give me a sign before I give up on the one that I love.”

The lack of light guided him into a slumber.

He was woken up after eclipse, found by Tsireya so he could come eat supper.

“Working on the necklace again?” She asked, leading the way.

“No, I accidentally fell asleep.”

She laughed, “When are you going to give it?”

For Tsireya was the one who rooted for you and Rotxo since the start, he didn’t have the heart to tell her he may never give it.

“Soon, probably.” He said instead.

She nodded.

The problem with Rotxo’s marui being so far away, it was a long walk. And because of that, he had to pass practically every single pod. Including the Sully’s.

It was only for one second. His eyes were drawn to the light coming from it, a fire for food. Then he saw you. Eating with the Sully family, handing food to Tuk.

If it were any other kid, his heart would have swelled at your parental instinct. But she was a Sully. His heart, instead, constricted at the thought of you making good relations with Neteyam’s family because you could have loved him.

Still walking, he caught up to his sister. “Why is Y/N eating with the Sully’s?”

Her eyes narrowed at him. “Their parents are away on that hunting trip, remember?”

Right. They sent out a big hunting party every thirty eclipses, and your parents led them. In his haste, he’d forgotten. You must be worried like you always were. Likely searching for comfort. You found that in Neteyam, not him. He was too slow.

The silence wasn’t lost on Tsireya. And not to the rest of his family, either. Not even his little sister who was a few years older by now. But Tonowari steered the conversation away from Rotxo, knowing his situation.

In the following eclipses, he kept to himself during duties. He hadn’t spoken to you since that day you flew on Neteyam’s ikran. He wasn’t purposefully avoiding you, no, you did it for him. It was almost like you disappeared but not completely; you still sent him sweet smiles accompanied with a greeting. He hated that his name sounded just as sweet from your tongue, there was no sign of his feelings dissipating anytime.

Right before eclipse, sick of wallowing in his own misery, he went for a walk.

He spotted you on the shore with an Omatikayan. It was Neytiri, weirdly enough, and not Neteyam. He put the pieces in his head and came to the conclusion that it was because you were talking about a possible union with her eldest after he would pass his rites. Which would be…soon.

Blinking back tears, he saw a blurry glow in the corner of his eyes. Atokirina. He scoffed, pushing it aside and letting it float away as he went to a secluded spot for a swim.

Groaning at your restlessness, you continued to work on the armband for Rotxo. You could spot the mistakes. Your eyes grew hot, maybe you would never be able to make the perfect armband for him.

Neteyam was nice enough in urging you to learn weaving under a real professional in your clan. You were joined by Neytiri in these lessons, who was learning alongside you. You found solace in having someone else learn with you, because most Metkayina either learned as children or not at all. Your embarrassment was quelled when Neytiri took the lessons in stride, encouraging you on the way.

But there was one thing: you kept messing up.

With the unfinished accessory in your grasp, you sought out Neytiri, and found her sitting on a rock at the beach.

You cleared your throat, hoping you weren’t intruding. She smiled upon seeing you. “What do you need?”

“I am a failure,” your shoulders sagged.

Beckoning you to come closer, she patted the spot next to her which you took. You showed her the armband in progress.

“It’s beautiful.”

“No,” you insisted. “It is not.”

She frowned, “How come?”

You pointed out the mistakes.

“You know what I see?”

You hummed, preparing yourself for the sting of rejection.

“Love,” she replied. “You made it with love.”

“Does that even matter if it looks terrible?”

“It is not terrible.” She disagreed, “It is imperfect, but so is love.”

You finally shed a tear, partly out of frustration but at the epiphany you had upon hearing Neytiri’s words. What mattered was that it’s for Rotxo. And you already knew he would love it regardless of how he felt toward you.

“You know,” Neytiri continued. “In our clan, we often made jewelry that matched. One for the lover, the other for the loved. And if the other accepts, that is their gift, and it means they become the lover, too. The love is mutual and their bond is strengthened.”

You wiped the tear away. “That’s poetic.”

“It is.”

“Should I do that?”

“If you want to.”

“I’m going to.”

So, you took it upon yourself to keep going. You got so carried away that you lost sleep for the next two nights, finishing Rotxo’s and making one for yourself.

Early morning, sitting on the cliffside, you looked at your work side by side. A little too honed in on the armbands combined with a lack of rest, you didn’t notice a pair of large blue feet right next to you until the owner of said feet cleared his throat.

“Skxawng!” You hissed at Neteyam, straining your head to look up. “You scared me!” You swatted at his calves.

Finally noticing his state, “Why are you out of breath?”

“I ran here.”

“For what?” You stood up, worried.

“To tell you…” he wheezed, “that you should probably give it to Rotxo soon.“

“Why?”

“Tsireya told Lo’ak who told me that Rotxo has been sad,” Neteyam answered. “He thinks that you and me might be…”

“Oh Eywa, that’s gross.” You said, not really thinking. At Neteyam’s slight offended look, “Sorry, I just—I can’t think of being with anyone except Rotxo.“

“Then tell him!”

Seeing your friend so riled up made you chuckle. “Alright, I’ll do it today. Thank you, by the way. For covering my duties.”

Strolling back with Neteyam, putting your armband on, you prepared yourself for the worst. Sensing your apprehension, he squeezed your forearm in comfort. You sent him a grateful look and began to scan the place for Rotxo.

He wasn’t far, feeding his ilu just sitting at the edge of the walkway.

“Rotxo,” you called, mirroring his smile as he turned around.

His eyes darted to the new accessory on your arm, gulping.

“Y/N,” he called back. His breath hitched for a moment when you took your place next to him. After all the time apart, being right next to you still felt right. “How are you?”

“I’m—I’m okay. You?”

“Same here,” he pet his ilu.

It was now or never. “I have…something for you.”

He stopped his motions, not even minding when the animal made a noise in complaint. “For me?”

You hoped you weren’t imagining the hope in his eyes when he faced you.

“For you,” you untied it from the waistband of your loincloth, hesitantly extending it to him.

His eyes darted to the one on your forearm.

“It matches yours.”

“It does,” you nodded. You wanted him to connect the pieces himself.

“This is…for me?”

“Do you like it?”

He responded by putting it on, your smile widening. He stood up and offered a hand, which you happily grabbed. He didn’t let go, though, and you’ll admit it made you giddy.

He pulled you toward a direction, “Come, I want to show you something.”

Leading you to his marui, you wondered what could possibly be there for you. Still, you stared at the accessory, the one you made, adorning his arm. It fit snugly around his toned muscles.

He opened the door for you, letting you see the inside. There were necklaces scattered in the corner, but one, different from the others, sat further away separated from the rest. Rotxo took it and even from the doorway you could see its beauty, with the shiny beads and a medium-sized shell at its middle as the focal point.

Despite the distance between you, he heard you say, “Is that…?”

“It’s for you.”

What followed after was you running to him with such force and excitement that he toppled over, tripping over a scrapped necklace, sending you both to the floor with a loud huff.

“Easy,” he rubbed your back, elated at your gesture and also breaking your fall. He tried to calm his heart at how close you were. “Are you okay?”

His voice so close to your ear made you shiver. “With you? Always.”

Rotxo, speechless, let the silence stretch. He relished in the feeling of being surrounded by you.

“Can you put it on me?”

Ignoring the stutter of his heart, “You would have to get off me for that. Not that I mind this right now, trust me.”

You laughed, “Of course.” You did as he said, and kneeled next to him, as he did the same.

He chose to put it on you face-to-face, leaning in close with his arms around you, his breath against your neck as he felt for the clasp to secure it.

Pulling back to look at it, he couldn’t help but flit his eyes to your reaction. But you weren’t looking at the necklace, either. You were looking at him.

Before you knew it, you found the feeling of his soft lips on yours to be the only thing you needed for peace of mind. You wanted it forever, as did he.

And just like that, both lovers became the loved. The feeling mutual, the bond strengthened. It was real.

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mehidktbh · 1 year

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First Timer

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: A snowy mission leads you to find out your lieutenant has never skated before, making sure you'll have to teach him one day...

Warning: War shit, guns, swearing, pining between the two of you!!, holding hands, falling over/tripping, cutesy moment between you too and mentions some of Ghosts' past

A/N: This idea was straight out of the bottom of the barrel, sorry. But stay tuned for part 2... maybe...idk. But I'll definitely be writing HC for all the guys going ice skating.

Clutching the gun further into your chest you move forward through the thick snow and heavy downfall. The nightly sounds take mix with the crunch of your feet as they move through the thick snow. The layer of thickness makes it harder for you to catch up with Ghost but you quickly get some paste. "There's a lake up here, supposedly." You whisper over to your lieutenant as he nods in reply, a clearing through the forest makes you sigh. For a second you thought you were going the wrong way the whole time, and with only a little touch attached to your helmet, you've lost track.

"Fuckin' hell." Ghost frustratedly groans, turning his head into the walkie-talkie that's attached to his chest amour, speaking into the microphone. "Price, you didn't bloody tell me we had to go ice skating" Price chuckles on the other end, "Suck it up princess, a quick walk across. Now hurry up." Price was demanding, he's probably smoked countless cigars by now just waiting for us. It's my fault that we had to stop halfway just so I could get a breather, much to Ghost's nagging to hurry up.

"You know who to ice skate, sir?" Ghost turns to you, his mask makes it hard to read his face but he definitely rolled his eyes at your question. "Let's just hurry up, follow me." You nod, letting him go first as he gets onto the ice-covered lake confident about making it across. You can barely make out his legs wobbling a bit as he tries to get his balance, his feet shuffle slowly and cautiously across the ice. His head dipped all the way down as he tries not to slip, hearing the sound that would haunt him forever. A crack.

"Scared, sir?" You tease, his head turning around before he shuts you up instantly, his feet come to a hunting stop as you begin to take over. "Wanna hold my hand?" Ghost flips you off, "Fuck off, Y/N." A shrug of your shoulders sends you way ahead of him, he watches your feet glide over the ice like perfection. Smooth motions send him into a daze as he stares at you in wonder, watching your feet glide without trouble.

Ghost instantly tries to get the upper hand after staring at you for a while, he realises that you are way ahead of him and he can't allow that. You can hear the faint sound of feet shuffling fast, his breath is practically breathing down your ear. "Careful sir. Remember to bend your knees-" "I know how to walk-!" And suddenly he doesn't. You watch him fall down, his legs collapse under him as he now sits down on the ice defeated.

"I told you to bend your knees, Jesus..." He looks up to see you moving closer, your feet pushing out and in with smooth butter movements. He watches in awe until you reach your hand out for him to grab. He takes it with hesitancy. Your hand doesn't move from his as you glide him to the other side, through you have gloves on Ghost can feel the heat being shared between you two. "Maybe I should teach you considering you've never ice skated," You ponder, "I don't need lessons."

You both reach the soft snow, Ghost still holding on tight as he's scared the second he lets go he's gonna fall. Your hands come out to push him first, he can feel your fingers dig into his back as you lightly push him. The quiet thanks doesn't go unrecognized by you.

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Through it wasn't until you finished that mission that your lieutenant really didn't know how to ice skate. He gave you that look after you both had gotten back to Price that told you to never speak of what happened between the two of you. And you did. Ghost did thank you again in his own way by covering for you when Price got mad at the both of you for taking so long. Blaming it on him instead of you when you had to take that 20-minute break.

You even began to think more of the situation when you had finished the mission. On the way back from it you were strapped down to the seat, the bands digging into your skin from the amount of clothing and amour you had on. The turbulence and shaking were nothing as you sat there as a rock, staring at the hard floor as you tried to piece it together.

Maybe it was the conversation that randomly was brought up between the group, Soap must have started it (like he does every time). Asking the men what they were going to do once they were getting out. Gaz responded with a "meh", shrugging his shoulders as he just hopped to get some peace and quiet. Price was going home to his lovely wife, having a few drinks and staying locked at home. Soap well... he had a bunch of ideas that flew right past your head. And when it was time for Ghost he said nothing, stating how he was going to go home and do nothing.

Gaz seemed to drop the idea to Soap once Ghost began to mumble words under his breath. A long quiet plane ride home with ideas flooding your head, maybe it'll be nice to accompany Ghost. You know he doesn't have family or relatives to look forward to and frankly, you've heard enough stories from other soldiers to feel bad for him.

Maybe teaching him wasn't a bad idea...

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ithaquasbbg · 6 months

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Can you do hcs of being Nathinel Norwell's fiancee before he died and all of that? :) like some fluff and then some angst

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Yes ofc! So happy somebody else likes him!

Nathaniel Norwell with a fiancé s/o Headcanons

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Pairing : Nathaniel Norwell x Reader

Tw: Paranoia, Suicide, Murder

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|🩷| He was raised in an incredibly strict household, and would be basically clueless when it comes to love when you two first meet

|🩷| In all honesty, you may have been the one who proposed to him in private, though he’ll never admit to it in public

|🩷| He’s incredibly protective over you! Constantly checking to make sure you aren’t injured if you do something strenuous, Holding your hand tightly around strangers, ect!

|🩷| Nathaniel strikes me as quite a feminine looking young man, long eyelashes, thin frame, ect.

|🩷| He’s very shy when it comes to physical affection, rarely making contact with you unless he deems it necessary

|🩷| Because of this, he’s probably quite an easy young man to get flustered, any touch (especially around the face) turns him into a blushing mess

|🩷| Nathaniel is SUCH a mamas boy and it’s obvious! (Ironic bc he tortured ithas mom…) after you two get engaged, his mother is the first to know about it!

|🩷| Despite coming off as an uncaring person in public, Nathaniel is quite afraid of disappointing or hurting you.

|🩷| On that same note, he’d NEVER say he loved you in public, acting for the most part indifferent (..sorry.. he’s like that). But in private, he can’t stop himself from whispering little praises and tracing your hands with his fingers, playing with your hair ect.

|🩷| Once he gets a touch of affection and gets used to it, he constantly looks for it from you in private!

|🩷| Nathaniel is probably the little spoon most of the time despite claiming he’s not. Sometimes, if you’re really upset or overwhelmed he’ll be the big spoon, but it’s generally out of character for him.

|🩷| He’d tell you that you look like an Angel and be dead serious. Yes, he’s afraid of upsetting god, but you’re just so beautiful/handsome he can’t keep himself from saying it.

But after visiting that witches cottage, he doesn’t seem the same anymore

|🩷| Nathaniel frequently has night terrors about the things he’s done to the witch, enough to push him to the point of illness occasionally (I think it was probably his father who made him do it.)

|🩷| He becomes increasingly paranoid over the next few days, rarely ever leaving his room unless it’s to go to the basement where he keeps that woman

|🩷| He’s never been the type to care much about mirrors, but after that day you notice that they all start to be covered up, almost as if he was haunted by his own face

|🩷| Unfortunately, his mental decline made his apparent “suicide” not all that shocking for you. Upsetting, yes! But he was barely keeping himself sane for weeks before his death, it made sense

|🩷| But when his father tells you he doesn’t think it was a suicide, you agree to investigate it with him.

|🩷| Though you wish you hadn’t, as learning about the way he had perished was horrifying for you. The pain and fear he must have been in is something you could only imagine

|🩷| Occasionally you’ll visit his grave, leaving some flowers for him. Nathaniel had always liked flowers, having some as decoration around his home

|🩷| The knowledge that he was killed by some man who looked identical to him drove you crazy though. Against your best judgement, you wander out into the forest to look for your lovers murderer

….

Open ending!

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s0xmsstuff · 1 month

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yandere Felix kranken hcs from the walten files?

Y! FELIX KRANKEN X GN! READER

Cw: mention of violence and blood, pathetic behavior, slight inclination to emotional dependence, stalk, alcohol abuse, child neglect

Every love story begins with an accident

And that accident was you. Maybe you were a young adult looking for a job or maybe a friend of a friend.

You were going to meet Felix anyway. It was like destiny, or at least that's what he wants to believe.

You didn't think much about it, he was just a normal man with an enviable life

A good and pretty wife, a stable job, the dream house and friends everywhere

You thought it was a good life.

But he really didn't let you see anything else besides that.

After all, first impressions are everything.

You didn't notice his sweaty hands, his fixed gaze or his slight tremble in his voice.

It wasn't like you cared much.

The first time he saw you he felt like a shy and awkward college student.

Maybe it was your looks, maybe your voice or simply your existence.

It was like a perfect cup of coffee.

Neither so cold nor so hot and with its sugar well calculated

He thought about you for a few weeks, sitting in the living room while his wife slept in the bedroom.

Sleeping next to her felt bad.

It was like he was fooling himself, or worse, fooling you.

He thought a little more about it, but the more he thought, the more he lost focus.

He felt pathetic, like he was in a spiral of emotions that made him vomit.

Was it your body? Maybe just your eyes

At work he made doodles of you or some animal that would remind him of your look.

It became common that Jack would find notebooks on Felix's desk.

When minimal visits weren't enough, he resorted to leaving his desk more and looking for you.

He felt afraid to speak and screw up, so he settled for looking at you from afar and observing you.

The way you walk, move your mouth or your hands. Everything was written down in his mind and soul

Every night he whispered your name in soft and light moans

Each time it felt like the two of them were destined to be something significant.

Like Rosemary and Jack

But he thought about Linda and his marriage

It was a problem.

He thought and thought but his tired brain couldn't do any more.

So he hid in the sea of alcohol to try to learn to live with it, ignoring his feelings and thoughts.

He was too drunk to even control himself.

The bottle broke Linda's head.

He thought about what to do with the body or how he could hide this.

So he wrote notes and letters about their breakup, leaving the body on the outskirts of the city.

Weeks passed and no one asked about Linda anymore, it was liberating

He thought about you and how you worried about him because of his divorce.

It felt amazing when you spent the day with him, trying to cheer him up.

He tried to take that concern to something more intimate but you were a bit clumsy.

That made him love you more

Love is a strong feeling, but next to what he feels for you, it is nothing.

Everything was smooth sailing until the accident.

I had thought a lot about you, somewhat depressed by your absence.

He missed you so much... It hurt not having you close, he just wanted to hug you and melt into your skin.

Maybe he had drunk too much.

After burying Ed and Molly, I walk through the great forest

He had let Molly, Ed, Sophie, Rosemary and Jack down.

But he thought of you

Maybe you would feel sorry for him and go back to his side to try to cheer him up, right?

But your face only showed horror.

That was unexpected, I was hoping you would jump into his arms and fill him with nice comments.

Not that you fell to the ground and screamed in pure panic

It was horrible. Hear you scream and cry in horror

He was a little dirty, but he would be cleaned.

Just stop screaming and kicking

You should learn to love your ideal man

#x reader #yandere x reader #request #yandere writing #male yandere #the walten files #felix kraken #felix #the walten files x reader #tw yandere

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erynaster · 1 year

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Can I request some HCs for Wednesday x gender neutral reader where they go for a walk through the woods together?

Sure! :>

You weren't sure what to expect when Wednesday had asked you out, but the fact that she chose the dark forest as the location for your next date was just something that seemed so... her.

That being said, you had no qualms whatsoever about following this girl into what could possibly result in an early death for you. You trusted her that much.

But what made matters scarier was the fact that she had specifically asked that you meet her at the forest's edge at sunset. The time of day that transitions into night, when the forest would be the most dangerous.

Anything for her.

Before you knew it, you and Wednesday were walking side-by-side through the fading trail that leads into the very heart of the woods. The foliage that surrounds you is thick, and pretty soon you lost sight of the sky overhead as thick branches obscured your vision.

You were feeling slightly unnerved by now.

Your girlfriend senses your unease, and she turns to face you, taking your trembling hand in her own.

"Y/N, as long as you are by my side, no harm will ever come to you. I assure you of that."

She gives your hand a gentle squeeze. It feels reassuring, in a way.

Darkness settles upon your surroundings as the sun falls over the horizon's edge, leaving the entire forest in an almost pitch-black darkness. Your grip on Wednesday's hand tightens, but she doesn't seem to mind.

In fact, it almost seemed like she was enjoying herself. Almost as if your fear of the unknown was delicious to her.

"Y/N... We're here."

You peer at your surroundings, where in the darkness you can barely make out a crooked tree, whose trunk had grown into a sort of spiral shape. Even in the darkness, you knew where you were.

This was the spot where you and Wednesday shared your first kiss.

You turn to face her, a puzzled look on your face.

"Surprise." She deadpans.

You finally understood.

Without warning, Wednesday approaches you, taking a few steps towards you before pinning you against the trunk of the tree.

You were cornered.

Before you could say anything, she leans in, pausing for a moment to gaze deep into your eyes, before finally pressing her cold lips against yours.

It feels so good.

Once the initial shock had worn-off, you start to kiss her back, your blissful passion matching hers. A hand finds it's way to her neck, that sweet spot between her collarbone and cheek where you knew she liked to be touched. She lets out a low moan, one that only you could hear.

Before long, you both find yourself in need of air. The two of you pull away for a moment, both very out of breath and flushed pink. Her eyes are locked into yours, and the way she stared at you with something like a hunger was enough to send tingles up your spine.

A branch cracks somewhere behind you, causing you to spin in place, looking for the source of the noise. You're feeling uneasy again.

To your shock, Wednesday cups your cheek in her hand, pulling you back to face her.

"Nothing in this forest can ever harm you, Y/N. Not as long as you are with me."

She pauses.

"Do you trust me?"

As your eyes lock onto hers once more, the answer becomes clear. You nod, pulling her close.

"I do." You whisper against her lips, your own just barely brushing over hers. "I do trust you, Wednesday. And I..."

You hesitate.

"I love you."

She doesn't react. Her eyes aren't betraying any emotions, either. But to your surprise, she hesitantly slips both arms around you, closing the space between you two as she gently presses her lips against yours once more.

And then, a whisper.

"I love you too, Y/N."

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crisiscutie · 3 months

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Hi, I really like your work and this is my first time requesting anything on tumblr, so here it goes: Can I please have an Aerith Gainsborough x gender neutral darling fic, where the darling has a bad day and just collapses into Aerith’s arms sobbing, wanting to be comforted? Thank you!

Hi, welcome! Thanks for the request! I don't do fics for requests, but I do scenarios and headcanon sets. For this, I can make this an HC set.

You fucking had enough today. Besides having to deal with rude customers at your job today, your boss just had to throw you under the bus to please them. And then the bastard later berated you for your recent lackluster sales.

Just as you entered your apartment, verging on a breakdown, Aerith called and invited you to hang out. You almost said no, but there's just something this time that made you say yes.

When you arrived at her house, you gave her a fake smile as Elmyra let you in. But right away, Aerith knew something was wrong. She knew you inside out.

You kept your façade up for as long as you could, even when you two went into her room for some privacy. Her forest green eyes locked onto yours, whispering your name gently.

You finally broke there, falling into her arms and letting all of your emotions out.

She held you close, stroking your back, listening to every word you said. After you were finished, she lifted your head up, giving you a hopeful smile.

"What they did to you today wasn't your fault! Screw them! You're much better than that, darling!"

You stayed silent, taking her words to heart as she continued to talk.

She then paused briefly, taking a deep breath. She held your hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I can't believe they would treat you like that," she said, her warm voice laced with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "But you're here with me now. You're safe."

When she gently wiped away your tears, you pressed your cheek against hers during your hug.

A sweet aroma aroused your senses as you break from the hug, coming from the kitchen downstairs. You realized your favorite childhood dessert was coming out of the oven.

"Oh! I almost forgot about that!" Aerith exclaimed, grabbing your hand excitedly and guiding you towards the kitchen.

When you two got there, you noticed the dessert sitting on the table, gently cooling off. Elmyra stood nearby, smirking at you two with her arms crossed.

Aerith thanked her profusely for taking it out in time. She grabbed spork to scoop out a small portion of your favorite dessert. With her hand under your chin, she offered it to you, urging you to try it.

You opened your mouth and tasted the divine flavor that danced on your taste buds, filling you with ecstasy and nostalgia, just like the good ol' days. It left you craving more. Aerith giggled, tilting her head in amusement.

"I remember when you told me about this. I tried my best making it exactly the way you remembered it!"

Her willingness to go to such lengths for you made your sad heart swoon. Your lips curved into a smile of gratitude when you two sat down and devoured the rest of the delicious dessert.

💚Protect the Miracle Cutie at all costs.💚

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sapphic-woes · 2 years

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Hello <3 I saw that your requests are open and I was thinking about this angst/fluff Eivor x female Y/N hcs where the reader is having nightmares and visions. And because in this visions the reader does something horrible, she doesn't want to tell even Valka. Eivor notices that and tries to talk to the reader... Idk, just the 2 am thought.

First time doing this sooo if this sucks I apologize;;

Eivor & Visions

You dreamt of terrible things. Ravensthorpe burning, soot filling your lungs and screams echoing in your ears. A figure at the center of it all. Hooded. You didn't know them, but your heart told you they were dangerous, and when they turned around...you realized they were you.

You wake up from the same dream. The same hellish vision. The first time you couldn't go back to sleep. The next time you still couldn't. Now you'd last count of how many sleepless nights you'd had.

You were a bad omen. The place you'd been born and raised in always told you that, and when you ran away to live in Ravensthorpe, you thought things would change.

Now, it seemed you were only going to bring calamity on the people you actually loved.

Since Eivor saved you, helping you escape from that terrible place and live in her settlement, you'd kept your distance. You couldn't be greedy, and it would be shameful to repay your jarlskona's kindness with the burden of your feelings.

So, you'd buried them. You kept to being polite, you made sure not to ask for more than you needed. You tried to fade into the background and become another average villager Eivor took care of.

But of course, she noticed you.

"Y/N, what has happened? You've become a shell of who you were since last I saw you..." Eivor's eyes focused with worry, gaze tracing over your body again and again. Hardly a few hours had passed since she'd returned, and already she was at your door, and you were burdening her. You looked away, but that only made her step inside. She came close, smelling of the sea and the forest, calloused hands caressing the side of your face.

"Tell me...please. Before I leave again and you fade away in my absence."

You didn't want to tell her. Being more of a burden was the last thing you wanted. But her deep sapphire irises beckoned the truth from your mouth, and suddenly you found yourself confessing.

You told her everything in a fit of tears and desperate clinging. She held you close, wrapping her strong arms around you and gently patting your head. Together, you sank down to the floor of your little home, and she let you cry the weeks worth of pain you'd endeared into her chest.

"I... I'm sorry Eivor. I just did something so unsightly–" A thumb brushed away a tear on your cheek, and you looked up to a warm gaze.

"You don't need to worry about such things with me. I just want you to feel okay, Y/N." You nodded, pausing before whispering.

"Thank you...but now that you know, I think you can agree it's best that I leave now."

"What–"

"I can't stay here, Eivor! Not when I'm a danger to everyone around me. When I'm a danger to you." You stood up, and Eivor stood with you.

"Not all visions are exactly how they seem! I know this more than anyone. We can do something about this. You don't have to leave–"

"I do. It's exactly becuase we don't know how visions like these play out that I do. If...If anything happens to you I–" You sucked in a breath to stop yourself, a confession hanging at the edge of your lips.

"If I were to lose my jarlskona becuase I was too selfish–"

"And you think I'm okay with losing you!?"

You both stand in silence, breathing hard. You stare at each other in bewilderment.

Then Eivor moves.

She strides towards you with purpose, and you stumble back–but it's not enough. Suddenly you're under her shadow, and she kisses you with the longing she's had burning in her since you came to Ravensthorpe.

It's hungry, so fucking hungry, and you feel like you're drowning under the weight of her desire. You can hardly comprehend it all–this was something that only happened in your pleasant dreams, in your most wistful daydreams.

When she pulls away, her voice is gruff, sending shivers down your spine as she whispers against your lips.

"Every second I'm away from you, I dream of coming back. Of seeing you waiting for me...of your soft smiles and honeyed voice. Must you take that away from me? Please...my love...stay. We can fight this together, just..."

Eivor presses her forehead to yours, letting out a shaky breath. You'd never heard her like this before. She was always strong, resilient even in the face of death. But her voice breaks this time, faltering in a desperate plea.

"Please...don't leave me."

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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HC: what would happen if another witch cursed John Price?

part of the ‘the bear in the witch’s hut’ au

pairing: John Price x witch! fem reader

word count: 793

a/n: i wanted to write this longer but i dont have enough brain power to whip something more coherent out. oh, and i wanted to traumatise john and write his witch go ballistic. enjoy <3

✩ Another witch curses John and he's now a bear and his wife has to take care of him.

✩ Price’s unit (gaz, soap and ghost) was going through a forest when Price freezes, seeing a shadowy figure staring right back at him, and it was another witch and he was mortified because she was hauntingly beautiful and he really wanted to run but he can’t scream, and she circles him like a predator, breathing in the air around him and hissing, “You’re taken. What a shame. You’d be beautiful if you were mine.” And she blows air on his face and he can’t see anything and then he changes into a bear, with his skin ripping and changing shape in real-time.

✩ When his men find his gear and ripped-apart clothes, Simon sees red and Soap starts calling his captain assuming the worst and gaz is the one who realises that there was no blood on the clothes, and they looked like they ripped apart due to sheer force, not a blade.

✩ And they keep looking for 2 days but can’t find him anywhere and they decide to rest and think of what to do, they haven’t found any blood trail, so he must be alive, somewhere (they hope)

✩ When Gaz falls asleep, he dreams of being with his brothers, hand-picking oranges and putting them in baskets and John’s witch comes to him in his dream.

✩ “I felt something. What happened?”

✩ “We lost him, and we have been looking for 2 days.”

✩ “Where are you?” And she pulls a map and Gaz points down at their location.

✩ She pulls up in 2 days on horseback and gives the men a list of plants and herbs to collect for her while she goes looking for price on her own.

✩ She takes off her cloak and all unnecessary layers of her clothes, including her boots so she can feel everything in the forest, every brush of wind, every whisper and rumble on the ground through her bare feet.

✩ She finds him hiding in the trunk of a huge tree, shielding him away from the light and he starts growling when he sees her.

✩ She eventually gets him to come out and he jumps on her, snarling and ready to bite her face but he doesn’t because he’s still human on the inside and he’s just terrified.

✩ And she sits down with his heavy head on her lap and runs her fingers through his brown fur, whispering spells until he curls in on himself and starts shaking and he turns back, screaming and sweating as his body changes.

✩ He’s shaken up and is naked, shaking and curling himself on her side, clutching to her body for dear life as she shushes him. And when he calms down a bit she manages to make him stand up, naked and all.

✩ And she reassures him it’s just her, and she takes off her dress, and is standing there as naked as the day she was born. And with their fingers interlinked, she leads him to the river to wash away any traces of magic on his skin.

✩ When they’re done, she picks up and wears her dress back on and makes her way back to the men who were sitting worried sick for their captain, they dress him up and wrap him in cloaks and blankets, starting a fire.

✩ And Simon sees her wearing her boots back on and throwing her cloak over her shoulder, “Where are you going?”

✩ As soon as Price hears this, he panics and grabs her arm, still not saying a word.

✩ And an unknown form drags the witch back to the forest at an inhuman speed, the men watching the scene, are terrified, and then a high-pitched scream was heard and complete silence.

✩ And after a while, they hear weird noises, muffled screams and branches snapping from across the river and shaking trees, and then they see another woman, crawling on her stomach, trying to get away and Price tenses, recognising the witch who cursed him.

✩ When Price’s witch reappears again, her hands, knees and lower half of her face are bloody and he panics, “It’s not mine.” She reassures him with a kind smile.

✩ “I’ll be back, my love. I promise.” She said and kisses him on the head, and after some coaxing, Price lets go and she thanks him, and promises them she’ll be back very quickly and left out to the forest. (they’re sitting near the river)

✩ Then she busies herself with making talismans for her man and the others to protect them from curses.

✩ That night she washes the blood away and sleeps curled up around John, and the next day they pack up and leave to go back to base.

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jellyluchi · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Prosciutto 2022/2023

A/N: It's Prosciutto's birthday in an RP game I'm part of and my personal HC for his birthday is January 9th. So I thought of combining the two and writing something for him!

Pairing: Prosciutto x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: None Summary: You plan an elaborate birthday gift for your loving husband, hoping it helps him relax from work.

With the sun going down and Prosciutto’s nose deep inside some work on his computer, he barely notices when the room gets dark, his concentration overtaking his mind. It presents a perfect opportunity for you to bring out the little surprise you’ve been planning for a while.

Unfortunately for you, Prosciutto is not one to enjoy celebrating birthdays. You know his history, the past that hinders his ability to let loose or enjoy himself. You’ve had to ask yourself how to plan a special occasion for someone who wouldn’t want it to be special at all… someone who has been made to believe he’s not special at all.

As you watch your husband work, you start setting up his little cake. A small black forest with just a handful of candles. While not a fan of black forest cake yourself, the thought of seeing his excitement at the treat makes you excited.

His birthday present, however, is something you planned for months. But didn’t purchase the gift until it hit a week before the date, eyeing the planned present over and over whenever you went shopping. The satisfaction of finally buying the item combined with the anticipation of Prosciutto’s reception made my heart flutter. You almost found yourself counting down to the date until it was time.

While the cake was not custom made, you made sure with the bakery that they would carry his favorite flavor in store during the time. But the hardest part had to be keeping it all a secret from your husband. There have never been lies between you two and you didn’t want to start now, instead opting to omit anything that he didn’t need to know. Particularly your meticulously planned birthday gift.

The clock chimes 12 am and Prosciutto still finds himself working, not realizing the state of darkness in the room nor the time having passed the evening. You remember him saying he’d like to take a break after a few hours, and you internally apologize to him for using his work as a distraction to prepare so much.

Stealthily, you male your way to his side, holding up the small cake, the candles lit and the only other source of illumination barring his computer.

Finally, as you stand next to him, the flames in the candle catches his attention.

“Buon compleanno, mio amore,” you say, taking him completely by surprise. “I know, you didn’t want to celebrate your birthday as readily as I do, but I cannot help celebrating the most important person in my life. I’m… so glad you were born, that we met, that I fell in love and have you by my side. You are so special to me… so I hope you will let me be selfish and allow me to celebrate you, even if it’s between just the two of us. Please, make a wish!”

Prosciutto stares at you in awe, not having expected the sweet little speech that you prepared. Speechless, he decides to attempt at making a wish, realizing he doesn’t have many thoughts about wishing other than making a good life for you two. As he blows out the candles, you place the cake on his desk, going to turn on the light and produce a knife.

“Do you want to cut the cake, or should I?”

“Tesoro…” he whispers, his expression somewhat unreadable. Anxiety strikes your heart, making you think perhaps you’d done a little bit too much. Perhaps it was disturbing him while he works and the thought of disappointing him makes you second guess your surprise. “I…”

Prosciutto sighs. You expected him to be somewhat speechless but your heart stole hopes he does not take it as something uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” he says, looking at you and then back at the cake. There is somewhat of an appreciative expression on his face, albeit tired from working. “No one has wished me a happy birthday in this manner before. Pesci has tried in the past but… somehow you make it more special than it ought to be.” He gives an endearing look towards the cake, a mixture of fondness and melancholy that you wish you could turn into a bright beaming smile.

Bringing him his knife you hand it over.

“I’m so relieved. It’s a small tradition that my family once used to do during birthdays. And I reckoned you deserve the same treatment. The cutting is part of it. Would you like to hold it with me?”

You hover the knife over the cake and Prosciutto joins you, allowing you both to slice through the smooth interior easily. When he lets go, you slice another bit of the cake, making a small triangular piece that you hold up to his face. Reluctantly, and with some red appearing on his cheeks, your husband allows you to feed him a bite.

“Happy birthday my darling,” you smile at him, seeing the way he struggles to eat the whole piece, still enjoying the sweet. Unexpectedly, he grabs you by the base of your neck, kissing you in a flash, tasting of chocolate and cherries.

“Grazie, mio amore.”

Just as he’s about to go back to work, though with a big smile on his face, you stop him immediately.

“Pros, you’ve been working for hours, it’s midnight! Plus, you’ve yet to receive your real present.”

“Tch… you went with the hassle of buying a present…”

“Of course I did. You’re my husband. You know how much I love to spoil you rotten.” Your words make an angry yet adorably shy expression appear on his face. But he doesn’t want to allow himself to be flustered by you just yet.

“Oh, and is this present something you will be wearing in our bedroom?” He remembers last year’s gift very well…

Heat creeps to your cheeks just a little bit.

“No, it’s something both of us can enjoy. Now turn this off and come receive it!”

Unable to deny his spouse, Prosciutto turns off his computer, satisfied with the work he did get to finish. You both leave the cake inside the fridge before you pull him into the bedroom.

He waits curiously as you sift through the closet and he’s somewhat impressed he never realized you hid something back there.

“This is your present,” you say, presenting him with a medium-sized basket full of goodies. “I curated a DIY spa day for us. There’s clay masks, sheet masks, even foot masks if you’re into that…” Prosciutto raises an eyebrow. “And toners, moisturizers, lotions, body oils…everything! I thought you could use a little break from work and have a spa day together… just for you to relax. I know work has been busy so I wanted you to have some time to care for yourself.”

Prosciutto picks up some of the goodies, feeling the bath towel and reading some of the mask’s labels with a pleased eye.

He chuckles. “How did I get so lucky? Thank you, my love. You have no idea how much I appreciate this…” He cups your cheek, looking into your eyes with a type of sincerity that is unparalleled to anything you’ve seen on someone else. Prosciutto hasn’t always been good with words but his eyes communicate more of his feelings than he ever could himself. And you feel the relief washing over you knowing he’s more happy with his present than he can say.

This time, you go up to him, giving him a tentative kiss on his cheek, the smile never leaving his face. You think how you would love for him to cage this expression on his face forever, to never let his smile falter...to protect it with everything you have.

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