☆Love language would be a mix of physical touch, quality time and gift giving.
☆He would be very touchy with you, whether you’re together or not. He’s just happy to have someone to hug and hold hands with. Because back at the circus…they don’t do all that.
☆If you’re not big on physical affection, he’d try his HARDEST not to get too touchy. You can blame him, he loves you. He’d get all giddy, excited and sometimes nervous when you DO touch him back. No one’s really touched him gently or with kindness before.
☆For quality time, it could be anything. But mainly it’s just trailing behind you like your shadow. Silently. Or sitting there and listening to you talk or rant. Just nodding along with a stupid grin on his face/mask.
☆Gift giving, obviously he’d give you roses and flowers and such. But he’d also bake for you. Give him your favorite sweet treat, and he’ll make it in 10 minutes. Probably 5 minutes.
☆He’d purr. You can’t change my mind. His purr would be quiet because he doesn’t talk often. BUT. BUT. When you two are alone, or he’s really happy his purrs are loud and deep.
☆I’d like to think his horns are very sensitive, especially around the base of them. So if you manage to convince him to take his hat off, he’d be nervous to let you touch them. But will MELT and whimper when you do touch them.
☆VERY protective of you. You’re the only person that shows him true kindness and love, so he’s protective. Harlequins around? He’s taking you and leaving. If he can’t do that? He’s glaring daggers at Harlequin, tense, ready to make a move if Harlequin gets to be too much.
☆He enjoys the size difference between you two. He’s a monster, he’s bound to be taller than you. So it always makes him feel good about himself knowing he’s bigger than you, can protect you.
☆Bouncing off that, I feel like he’d like to pick you up and carry you around. Especially when the circus is closed, he likes to carry you around. Worried Harlequin or Jester might take you to their tent or kick you out. He also just likes having you close and safe.
☆Has routine check ins on whether you’re eating and drinking. Will get really worried when you don’t eat or drink for a while and will cooking something for you. When you don’t eat it, or politely decline. He’ll be really worried and drag you to Doctor. Worried you’re broken.
☆On his break days, which he rarely has, or days where the Circus members just all need a break. He likes to hang around your work and watch. Or come on your balcony till you let him in, just wanting to be around you.
☆He has scars. All on his body. Mainly his back, from the abuse and whips from the previous circus he was at. They give him bad memories, flashbacks. So…He likes when you trace them. Calms him down. On some occasions he falls asleep on you.
☆On top of that, he doesn’t really get a lot of sleep at the circus. Harlequin with the fools, Jester with his demands and commands. So Pierrot WILL fall asleep on you. Whether it be stand up leaning against him. Or fully on top of you.
☆Masterlist☆
Tags: Idk...
I hope you enjoyed this! And I hope you have an amazing day/night/afternoon!! <333
g!p sevika x female reader smut. massive size difference, I'm talking reader is like, sevikas lower chest height or something. from the outside, sevika might look like she's the dom, but no, it's actually reader who takes the lead and domming. it's like, a big scarr dog and the small owner.
sevika would be the one asking for permission, begging, and whining, clicker trained and all that :3 teehee
also, they broke the bed 🤗🤗
ཐི⋆Misleading Looks⋆ཋྀ
♱Pairing: Sub!g!p!Sevika x Dom!Fem!Reader
♱Summary: Sevika thought it was a good idea to spend her time flirting with women at the bar. Little did she know, you saw everything. And gave her the proper punishment.
♱Word count: 4.3k ݁ᛪ༙
♱Content: MEN DNI, MDNI 18+, NSFW, g!p Sevika, Sub!Sevika, Dom!Reader, begging, oral (r!receiving), orgasm denial, orgasm control, praise, size difference kink, praise kink, clicker trained!Sevika, begging kink (If I missed some let me know)
♱A/n: UGGGHHH WAIT! I love the idea of Sevika actually being submissive despite looking dominate! And I am working on things!! It’s just taking me a while!! And I took a break because of work and such!
Sevika sauntered through the door, the sound of her heavy boots echoing through the apartment. She knew she had been pushing your buttons by flirting with every attractive woman at the bar, but part of her couldn't help but enjoy the possessive glint in your eyes.
You turned and spoke, your tone oddly calm.
“What was that.”
Sevika shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing on her lips. "What was what? I was just being friendly."
You crossed your arms, clearly not buying it. "Please. I saw you all over those women at the bar. Don't act like it was nothing."
"And why does it matter if I was flirting a bit? Jealous, are we?" Sevika replied. She strolled over and leaned against the wall, her gaze locked on you.
Sevika's ears immediately pricked at the sound of the clicker, and without a moment's hesitation, she straightened up off the wall. It was a well, established rule between the two of you, when the clicker was used, she knew she had to pay attention.
At least that’s how she put it. In reality you had her trained. Like a fucking dog. Everytime that clicker went off she was perking up, watching, waiting for instructions or a demand.
She turned to face you, a hint of defiance still in her expression, but her voice softened.
"Yeah, okay. Fine. I was flirting."
Your eyes narrowed, but there was a hint of satisfaction in their expression at Sevika's obedience.
"That's what I thought," you said, crossing the room to stand directly in front of her. "But you know...flirting deserves a punishment, no?"
Sevika's heart quickened at your words. She knew what was coming next, and a thrill of anticipation mixed with a hint of trepidation went through her.
"Yes..." she breathed, her voice low and husky. Her eyes met yours, the defiance replaced by an eager surrender.
Your eyes narrowed slightly, “yes what?”
Sevika's breath caught in her throat at the commanding tone of your voice. She knew exactly what she was supposed to say, but a part of her wanted to push the limit, to see what would happen if she disobeyed.
But a moment of hesitation passed, and then she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, ma’am."
Your lips curved into a small smirk at Sevika's words. You reached out, lightly tracing your fingers along her jawline.
"Good girl," you murmured, your tone still firm and commanding. "You know what comes next, don't you?"
Sevika swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as your touch sent a shiver down her spine. She knew the expected answer, and despite her earlier hesitation, she couldn't deny the thrill that went through her when you spoke in that authoritative tone.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Yes, I know."
Sevika obeyed without hesitation, her body moving almost by muscle memory as she walked towards the bedroom. She could feel your gaze on her, a mixture of anticipation and desire in the air.
Stepping into the room, she paused just inside the doorway, waiting for further instructions.
You followed her into the room, closing the door softly behind you. The light was dim, casting the room in a soft, intimate glow. Without a word, you moved behind Sevika, your hand coming to rest on her hips. The proximity made Sevika's breath catch, and her body responded instinctively to your touch.
"On your knees."
Sevika's knees buckled at the command, and she sank to the floor, the carpet soft against her skin. The positioning put her in an incredibly vulnerable position, and she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her body as she knelt before you. Her eyes were downcast, submissive.
“Good girl.”
Sevika felt a shiver of satisfaction at the praise, her heart skipping a beat as the words washed over her. Your gentle 'good girl' was all the affirmation she needed that she was doing well.
She remained still on her knees, her body tense with anticipation, eager for your next command.
Sevika watched as you backed away and settled onto the edge of the bed, a slight pang of separation going through her. She knew the distance was deliberate, a way to assert your dominance.
She remained on her knees, forced to look up at you from her lower position. A mixture of excitement and vulnerability swirled within her as she waited for the next instruction.
You took a moment to rake your gaze over Sevika, taking in the sight of her on her knees before you. The power dynamic was evident in the situation, and it fueled the fire of desire that was already burning within you.
You leaned back a bit, your hand patting your lap in a clear gesture, silently telling Sevika to come closer.
It was an amusing scene. Sevika, on her knees, looking submissive and small. Being the strong woman she is, and the high reputation she has. It’s amusing to see her small, submissive, listening. Not to mention the size difference between you two. You don’t even come to her chest, just below her chest. While Sevika’s towering at 6’2, not to mention the amount of muscle she has on her body.
You couldn't help but appreciate the irony of the scene. Sevika, a woman who exuded strength and power in her day-to-day life, was currently on her knees, submissive and responsive.
Your gaze moved over Sevika's form, appreciating the sight of her kneeling at your feet. It was a powerful, almost possessive feeling, knowing that this strong woman was willingly submitting to you.
“Come here.” You repeated, this time through words. Your voice, low and stern but gentle and caring.
Sevika slowly walked over, struggling slightly due to being on her knees. Soon she was right in front of your closed legs. Looking up at you, awaiting command, for anything.
You shifted slightly, opening your legs, welcoming yourself to her. You lift your hand, motioning to the general area of your pants and the open spot in between your legs.
“Here.”
Sevika almost instantly obeyed, crawling between your legs. Before coming to sit on her heels, in a kneeling sit position.
As she settled between your legs, you could feel her warm presence. You looked down at her, your expression a mix of dominance and affection.
"Good girl," you praised softly, running your fingers through her short hair gently.
"You know what to do, don't you?" you asked, your voice low and stern but with a hint of tenderness. You spread your legs wider apart intentionally, giving her more space and making it clear what you were implying. "If you're a good girl, I'll reward you."
Sevika swallowed hard, her eyes flicking down to the gap between your legs before returning to your face. She nodded eagerly, her hands already reaching out to gently push your legs further apart. "Yes, ma’am," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and anticipation. "I know what to do."
Your lips curved into a small, satisfied smile at Sevika's response. You leaned back slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched her move between your legs. "Show me then," you instructed, your voice steady and commanding. "Show me how well you've been trained."
Sevika carefully took off your pants, handling them with a surprising level of gentleness despite her strong hands. She tossed them aside carelessly, her eyes zeroing in on the prize between your legs - your cunt. It was small and delicate compared to her, making her mouth water instinctively.
You smirked to yourself, pulling out the clicker and holding in your hand, making sure Sevika had clear view of it.
Her eyes snapped to the clicker in your hand, her body immediately tensing with a mix of excitement and restraint. She knew the rules - no action until the clicker sounded. Her eyes flicked between the clicker and your cunt, her mouth watering but her body remaining still and obedient.
You held the clicker up, letting Sevika see it clearly. You watched as her eyes followed the small device, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. You loved the way she looked at you, so eager and focused. You held the clicker for a moment, enjoying the power it gave you over her.
Her eyes were glued to the clicker, her body languishing between your legs. She was a perfect picture of submission - still, quiet, and utterly focused on you. Her large frame was contrastingly vulnerable in this position, waiting patiently for your command like an obedient dog.
You felt a thrill of dominance as you realized how completely Sevika had surrendered to you in this moment. Without clicking the device, you simply held it up, observing how she practically trembled with anticipation.
"Such a good girl," you murmured softly, savoring the power dynamic.
As soon as the click echoed through the room, Sevika's entire body seemed to spring into action. Her head dove between your legs, her massive tongue licking your tiny cunt like a ravenous beast. She moaned hungrily, her large hands gripping your legs to spread them further apart.
You gasped at the sudden assault, your small body arching off the bed as Sevika's tongue worked its magic. She licked and lapped at your folds, her tongue too large to be gentle but somehow managing to avoid hurting you. Her moans vibrated against your cunt, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.
"Fuck," you gasped, your voice high-pitched and breathy. You reached down to tangle your fingers in Sevika's hair, pulling her closer while pulling her face further into your cunt.
"Like a good girl... oh god- j-just like that..."
Sevika responded eagerly to your touch, her tongue moving faster and harder against your cunt as you guided her head. Her large hands squeezed your legs possessively, spreading them wider so she could bury her face deeper between them. She was completely consumed by her desire to please you.
As Sevika eagerly ate you out, her own boner was trapped and painfully confined in her tight pants. The friction of the mattress against her hard length only intensified her arousal, making her even more desperate to please you. Pre-cum leaking into her underwear with each eager lick.
You looked down at Sevika between your legs, watching her massive frame trembling with need as she ate your pussy like her life depended on it. Her trapped boner was clearly outlined against the mattress, making you feel even more powerful and desired.
"Look at you," you moaned.
"Such a good girl, looking at me with those hungry eyes while you eat my cunt like a starving woman. You’re probably leaking in your pants right now." You teased, knowing full well the effect you were having on Sevika. "Does it hurt, baby?"
Sevika let out a muffled groan against your pussy, her hips grinding slightly against the mattress as she tried to find some relief for her trapped boner. She nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent words as she continued licking and sucking your folds like a woman possessed.
"Poor baby," you cooed, smiling sympathetically at Sevika's plight even as you basked in the incredible pleasure she was giving you.
"You probably feel tight in those pants." You ran your fingers through her hair soothingly.
Sevika whimpered around your pussy, her hips bucking involuntarily against the mattress as she imagined your soothing touch on her trapped boner instead of her hair. She redoubled her efforts to please you, hoping that if she did well enough, you might take pity and free it.
"You're being such a good girl," you praised, your voice breathy with pleasure as Sevika's skilled tongue brought you closer and closer to orgasm.
"Such a good, obedient girl with her big hard on trapped in her pants like a good little pet."
Sevika let out a choked moan of desperation and pleasure as you praised her, her tongue flicking rapidly against your clit as she tried to make you cum quickly. She wanted to earn her reward - release from her tight pants and the chance to bury herself inside you or at least get some relief.
“F-fuck baby-“
Your body began to tense, your legs shaking as you got closer to your orgasm. Sevika's skilled tongue was relentless, pushing you towards the edge. She could taste your orgasm approaching, and she knew exactly what to do to make you finish hard all over her face.
With a final flick of her tongue against your sensitive clit, Sevika pushed you over the edge.
You let out a loud cry of pleasure, your tiny body convulsing as a flood of juices spilled out onto her waiting tongue and face. Sevika moaned loudly, eagerly licking up every drop.
As your high subsided, Sevika continued to gently lap at your sensitive cunt, cleaning you up and savoring the taste of your juices. She looked up at you with adoring eyes, her face glistening and her boner still trapped and leaking in her pants.
"Good girl," you breathed out.
"Come here," you ordered softly, patting the mattress beside you. Sevika eagerly climbed onto the bed, her large frame making the mattress dip slightly. She laid down on her back, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes and spread her legs slightly.
You could see the massive bulge in Sevika's pants, straining against the fabric. Her breathing was heavy and desperate as she waited for your next command. You slowly crawled between her legs, running your hands over her thick thighs before reaching for the button of her pants.
"Please," she whispered urgently.
"Shh," you soothed, popping the button open and slowly unzipping her pants. Sevika lifted her hips eagerly, allowing you to pull her pants and underwear down just enough to free her length. It sprang out, slapping against her stomach and leaving a trail of precum on her abs.
Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of Sevika's enormous length. It was thick, veined, and leaking profusely. The head was already red and sensitive-looking. You wrapped a small hand around the base experimentally, feeling it pulse and throb against your palm. "Fuck..."
Sevika let out a throttled moan, her hips bucking slightly as you wrapped your hand around her massive dick. She looked down at you with pleading eyes, begging silently for you to touch her, stroke her, or even just hold her. "Nnngh...please..."
You began to slowly stroke Sevika's length, marveling at how much of it you couldn't even wrap your tiny hand around. Pre-cum dripped steadily from the tip, coating your fingers as you jerked her off gently but firmly. Her hips started to move in rhythm with your strokes.
"Ha-...that feels so fucking good," Sevika moaned, her voice low and desperate as she fucked into your small hand. Her belly tightened, tenses, getting closer and closer to release from just a few gentle strokes from your dainty hand. "Baby...I'm gonna..."
"No," you commanded softly, quickly releasing Sevika's length before she could finish. She let out a whimper of disappointment, her hips still bucked slightly as she searched for release. You smirked mischievously, placing your hand on her inner thigh and gently rubbing it.
Sevika whined softly, her impressive length twitching helplessly as you denied her release. She spread her legs wider, giving you better access to her inner thighs and the sensitive skin there. She watched as you rubbed and squeezed her thighs gently, teasing her without actually touching her length again.
"Poor baby," you cooed mockingly, seeing the frustration etched on Severika's face. She let out a huff of breath, her massive chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to keep from begging. You continued to rub her inner thighs, dangerously close to her length.
Sevika whimpered softly as you teased her mercilessly. Your tiny hands squeezing and massaging her thick inner thighs was driving her insane. She could feel her sensitive length aching with the need to release. "Baby...please...touch me..."
"I am touching you," you pointed out innocently, squeezing her thigh right beside her length but not actually touching it. "I'm giving your poor thighs so much attention." You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh, making her jerk and moan softly.
"Fuck..." Sevika swore under her breath, her length jumping desperately as you kissed her thigh right beside it. You were driving her absolutely insane with desire, giving her gentle touches everywhere except where she needed it most. "You're being mean..."
"Am I?" you asked sweetly, placing another soft kiss on her thigh, this time even closer to her length. Sevika let out a desperate whimper, her hips lifting slightly off the bed as she begged silently for more contact on her throbbing length.
You sighed dramatically, making Sevika's heart race with hope. "Fine, you big baby," you teased, climbing onto her muscular stomach and straddling her hips. Her length lay trapped beneath you, throbbing desperately against your thigh.
Sevika looked up at you with pleading eyes, her massive chest rising and falling rapidly with her heavy breathing. You were sitting right on top of her, your tiny body completely dwarfed by her huge frame. Her length was leaking profusely now, making a wet spot on your thigh.
You grabbed Sevika's massive hands and placed them on your tiny waist, letting her know that she can move them freely. She let out a low groan, her fingers wrapping around your tiny waist possessively as she started to gently squeeze and touch your soft body. "Baby..."
They’re on your tiny waist to ground her, to remind her that you're in control. She let out a low groan, her fingers wrapping around your tiny waist gently as she started to caress your soft body absently, her mind focused on the feeling of your tiny body on hers and the ache in her balls
You could feel Sevika's massive hands roaming over your body possessively but gently. She was being good, letting you stay in control while her massive length throbbed desperately beneath you. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, making her whimper into the kiss. "Please..."
You broke the kiss and sat up, looking down at Sevika with a stern expression. Without a word, you reached between your legs and wrapped your small hand around her massive, leaking length. You guided the tip to your entrance and slowly sank down onto it, stretching yourself open wide. Sevika threw her head back with a loud roar of pleasure.
Sevika's length disappeared inside your tiny body inch by agonizing inch. You were so small and tight compared to her huge size that she could feel every little ridge and vein of her length as you impaled yourself on it. Once fully seated, she let out a shuddering breath, "Fuck..."
You let out a soft whimper, feeling completely stuffed and full. Sevika's massive length was too big for you, stretching you open so wide that you felt like you might tear in half. You placed your hands on her massive chest to steady yourself, taking deep breaths to adjust to the overwhelming size inside you.
There was a visible bulge in your tiny stomach/womb area, the massive head of Sevika's length pressing against your insides mercilessly. You could feel the outline of her massive length inside you, every throb and twitch sending waves of pleasure and discomfort through your tiny body.
Needing to move despite the discomfort, you started to grind your hips slowly on Sevika's length. The movement made your stomach bulge and shift visibly with each grind, showing exactly how deep she was inside you. Sevika let out a desperate moan, her hands gripping your hips tightly.
You let out soft, high-pitched whimpers with each slow grind of your tiny hip. Your small hands were pressed to her massive chest, using it for leverage as you moved.
Sevika watched your tiny body move on her length, completely mesmerized. Your small hips circled and grinded, making her visible bulge inside your tiny stomach shift and move. She could see the outline of her massive length moving inside you, the sight driving her crazy.
"Baby..." Sevika moaned softly, watching your tiny body work on her length. Her hands gently guided your movements, helping you grind and circle on her enormous length. With each movement, her tip would grind against that heavenly spot, making you whimper and moan.
You started to bounce slowly on Sevika's massive length, your tiny body moving up and down on her enormous length. With each bounce, you would rise up until just the head remained inside you before sliding back down completely. Each movement made your stomach bulge visibly as her thick shaft moved inside you.
"Fuck yes, baby," Sevika groaned loudly, her massive hands gripping your tiny hips tightly as you bounced on her length. She loved watching her huge size move inside your tiny body, loved seeing how deep she went with each bounce.
The headboard of the bed was hitting the wall with a loud thump-thump-thump rhythm, keeping pace with your tiny bounces on Sevika's enormous length. The sound mixed with your high-pitched moans and Sevika's deep groans, filling the room with lewd noises.
Sevika's body tensed beneath you as she got closer to her release. Her huge length throbbed violently inside you. She let out a deep, animalistic growl as she grabbed your tiny hips hard. "Baby...I'm gonna cum..."
"No," you commanded firmly, stopping your bounces and sitting still on Sevika's massive, throbbing length. You placed your tiny hands on her chest, holding her down as you looked at her sternly. "You didn't ask permission. Hold it."
Sevika let out a frustrated moan, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her release. Her huge length throbbed painfully inside you, leaking cum desperately. She looked up at you with pleading eyes, begging silently for permission to finish. "Baby...please..." she whined.
You just raised an eyebrow at her, your tiny hands pressing down on her massive chest to keep her pinned. "No," you repeated firmly. "You hold it until I say so. You're not allowed to finish until I permit it." You started to slowly grind your hips in a circle again, making her massive length twitch inside you.
You resumed your slow bouncing on Sevika's massive, throbbing length. Each tiny movement sent shockwaves through her entire body, the sensation of your small body moving on her massive length driving her wild. She let out desperate moans with each bounce, her massive dick leaking more.
"Please baby... please let me cum," Sevika begged desperately, her massive body shaking with the effort to hold back her release. "Please... I can't take much more," she whined, her massive hands gripping your tiny hips tightly as she tried to control herself. "Please..."
The bed was creaking loudly beneath you, the ancient wood straining against the weight and force of your bounces on Sevika's enormous length. With each bounce, the bed snapped and groaned, the headboard slamming against the wall hard enough to leave cracks. The whole room shook with the lewd noises and vibrations.
You let out high-pitched moans and whimpers and gasps as you bounced on Sevika's massive cock, completely lost in pleasure. Without breaking rhythm, you reached out and grabbed the remote control clickers from the nightstand, keeping your bouncing pace steady. “Fuck…ah…”
"Please baby... please click it," Sevika begged desperately, her eyes locked onto the remote control in your tiny hand. "Please... I need to cum so bad," she whined, her massive body shaking with the effort to hold back. "Click it... click it now...please" She chanted desperately.
You bounced harder, making the ancient bed snap and groan dangerously beneath you. Your tiny body slammed down onto her enormous length over and over, taking her full length inside you with each bounce.
You felt your own release building quickly as you bounced on Sevika's massive length. Your moans grew higher in pitch and more frequent, your tiny body tensing with pleasure. You held the remote control out in front of you, against Sevika’s chest, your finger hovering over the button as you got closer and closer.
Your release hit you like a tidal wave, your tiny body convulsing violently on top of Sevika's enormous length. Your finger pressed down onto the remote control button as you finished, triggering Sevika's orgasm at the same moment. "YES!" she screamed as her massive cock erupted inside you.
Sevika's release was earth-shattering. Her massive length pulsed inside you before erupting like a volcano. Hot, thick ropes blasted deep inside you, filling you completely and overflowing out around her enormous length. Her massive body bucked wildly beneath you as she finished.
You collapsed onto Sevika's chest, panting heavily as you tried to recover from the intense release. Tiny whimpers escaped your lips with each breath, your body still trembling from the amount of release inside you.
Sevika wrapped her massive arms around your tiny body, holding you close as she came down from her own high. Her enormous length remained buried deep inside you.
"Mmm... fuck," you muttered weakly, nuzzling against Sevika's chest. "I think you broke the bed." You shifted your hips slightly, causing Sevika to let out a small whimper.
"Mmm, I think I did," Sevika panted, still holding you tightly. “And broke you too..." She shifted her hips slightly, causing more of her release to leak out around her buried length and drip onto the broken bed below. "You alright, baby?" she asked gently.
You nodded slowly against her chest, still breathless. "Mmm-hm. Just... trying to process.” You shifted slightly, letting out a heavy sigh.
You both lay there in the aftermath, the broken bed creaking beneath your combined weight. Sevika held you close, her massive length still buried deep inside you, and her release leaking out around her. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the soft sounds of your labored breathing.
Yea, you’ll definitely need to browse for new bed frames after this.
a headcanon one. femreader x huntrix (separate) basically like how would they answer "would you still love me if I was a worm" question from y/n
i feel like bc the question is so absurd Mira would say no to spite y/n LMAO
Would you love me if I was a worm
♡A/n: Sorry these were a little short! I tried my hardest- but I like how it turned out! I hope this was what you wanted and was enough!! :33
♡Content: MEN DNI, wlw, fluff, comedy, fluffy comedy, comfort, silliness
♡Rumi♡
♡Rumi is confused, sure, she knows you want her to say she’ll love you no matter what. But a worm? Why a worm? Are demons going to turn you into a worm? Yes she’s a singer and very popular idol. But I feel like she’s not online that much.
♡”Would I still love you if you were a worm? Why would you be a worm…? Is my love for you now not enough? Is a demon planning on turning you into a worm!? I swear I’ll-“
♡”But I love you a lot…I don’t love worms…but I guess…if you were a worm…sure”
♡But she will make little comments like “Don’t expect me to kiss you if you were a worm.” Or “How would I feed you? What do worms eat?”
♡She puts actual thought into it, like she’s preparing for a demon to actually turn you into a worm.
♡You have to explain to her that it’s an online trend or lighthearted joke. Or that it’s to test her for her undying love for you.
♡Once she realizes it’s an online thing, she giggles about it for a little. “Oh- heh- I thought you were being genuine-“
♡She does reassure you that she will love you if you were a worm, after she realizes though.
♡”Heh, yes, I’d love you if you were a work. Even if you’d be a slimy and wet.” And plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.
♡Mira♡
♡Mira knows what answer you want, she’s online, she knows this question. Does she want to say yes? Yes. Will she say no just to spite you and see your reaction. Also yes. She knows exactly what answer you want. She won’t give it to you that easily though.
♡Yes, she’s let doom scrolling get to her some nights, so it’s only time that she comes across the couple trend videos.
♡She knew exactly what answer you wanted as soon as that question left your mouth.
♡Like I said she’ll say no just to spite. To watch your reaction, like it’s a game. Watching the way you pause when says no, the gears turning in your head to process what she just said.
♡”How am I supposed to kiss you? I’m not kissing a worm.”
♡”Where would I put you? I’m not putting you in my pocket.”
♡She would make excuses on the spot of why she ‘wouldn’t.’ Like she had already knew and made a list in her head.
♡”What if I stepped on you? Then what? Would I go to jail for wormslaughter?”
♡She does manage to make you laugh though.
♡”Worms are wet and gross. What am I supposed to do with a worm?”
♡If she does accidentally hurt your feelings, or you don’t realizes she’s being sarcastic. She instantly stops and says she’s joking.
♡”Hey, you know I’m not being serious right? I was just joking…똥.”
♡She assures you that she’ll love you no matter what, no matter what you are or who you are.
♡”You know I’ll love you no matter what. I’ll say it a million times. Even if you were a worm or snail or beetle.” She’d say while holding you.
♡Zoey♡
♡Instant yes. She loves you so much, more then herself. Hell, more than the turtle you two own, Squirtle. She gives reasons why, she’ll explain how she’ll take of you.
♡She explain in great detail how she’ll make a little enclosure for you, decorated with flowers and little trinkets.
♡She’ll tell you how she’ll keep you far away from your guys turtle. Like I said. She doesn’t want Squirtle eating you! That would be terrible.
♡”Yea!! I’d even make you the cutest little worm home! And feed you lettuce and tomatoes!! Or- whatever worms eat…”
♡She’d even draw out the little worm house and show, with the biggest smile on her freckled face.
♡OR! She’d say how you won’t be the only worm. You’d be worms together!
♡”Would I love you if you were a worm?! Are you crazy!? I’d be a worm too!! And we could be together as worms!!”
♡She’d be really excited about all of it too, like she had planned this out before. Or thought about it before.
♡She’d tell you all about the little worm family you two would have. The wedding. The worm kids. All of it.
♡You two would be cuddling as she told you all these things too. Laying on you, head on your chest, rambling on and on about you, being worms, and her learn for you.
☆Masterlist☆
Tags: @viitalvile @aymmgreen
I hope you enjoyed this!! Hope you have an amazing day/night/afternoon!! :333
may I ask for huntrix x female reader? (either headcanon or a fic, u choose!), huntrix girls (separately) catching their gf (or anyone, basically someone they really 100000x love) cutting. like, caught in the act. How would they react and all. and reader is basically addicted to it. how would they react? I think Mira would be rly rly angry imo...
sorry if it's too much 🙇🏻♀️ (this is me projecting wwwww)
♡⋆Sh Comfort Headcanons⋆♡
A/N: No love you’re ok! I hope you’re doing well, and if not I hope you’re doing better. Just know that you are loved deeply, and people care about you so much. And if you ever need to talk or just get something off your chest, my dm’s are open. Always.
Word count: Rumi-1.6k Mira-1.9k Zoey-2.7k
Content: MEN DNI, fem reader, SH, SH COMFORT, slight angst, fluff, comfort, blood, blades, bandages, swearing, established relationship
♡Rumi♡
♡Rumi, in my eyes, is a silent comforter. She doesn’t make a scene or make it bigger than it already is. She comforts you silently, hugs you, rubs your back. Tells you “it’s ok” or “I’m here, I have you.” Reminds you that you’re safe and in a safe place. She knows how it feels, she’s wanted to cover up and end it all. She knows the pain and guilt that comes with it.
Rumi's day started out as normal, she woke up to her alarm clock screaming at her and groaned as she slammed her hand down on the snooze button. Rumi slowly got out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and made her way to the bathroom. After taking a warm shower, she padded her way to the kitchen in her fluffy slippers to make coffee.
While her coffee was brewing, Rumi checked her phone and saw that she had several messages from her manager, Bobby, reminding her of their hiatus from all events and appearances. Rumi sighed, feeling a mix of relief and boredom at the prospect of an extended break from the spotlight.
Yes, she loved the breaks and got the hiatus’s. A moment to breathe and experience a normal life, even if it was only for a week. But she still loves the feeling of being on stage, the spotlight. Nothing compared to that.
Rumi had grown accustomed to her life in the spotlight, and as much as she loved her occasional breaks, she couldn't deny the rush she got from performing on stage. Something about the energy of the crowd and the adrenaline pumping through her veins made her feel alive. Despite the stress and pressure of fame, Rumi wouldn't trade her job for anything.
But for now, she was going to take advantage of her hiatus and have a relaxing day to herself. Rumi grabbed her cup of coffee and settled onto her couch.
Rumi checked the clock on her phone and saw that it was already 8 am, and her girlfriend was still not out of their room yet. She chuckled to herself, knowing that her girlfriend was probably still asleep.
Rumi set her coffee down on the table and stood up from the couch. She made her way down the hallway towards their bedroom, gently opening the door.
Rumi's heart stopped as her eyes landed on the scene before her. You were slumped over, a bloody blade clutched in your trembling grip. The air in the room was thick with tension and shock as realization hit Rumi like a ton of bricks. In that instant, a maelstrom of emotions swirled within her - fear, disbelief, desperation, confusion.
Rumi felt her body go rigid, her hands trembling uncontrollably as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She couldn't believe the sight before her eyes – her loved one, in pain and in danger. Fear gripped her heart, threatening to consume her as the sheer horror of the situation sunk in. Rumi's mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of shock, disbelief, and overwhelming concern. She felt a surge of panic bubble up within her, but she fought to quell it, knowing that she had to be strong and act. Her heart ached with a mixture of dread and determination.
Her breathing quickened, and she found her throat suddenly dry, every swallow an effort. She forced herself to take a step forward, each movement felt heavy as if she were walking through thick mud, but she refused to let fear fully consume her. With a deep breath, Rumi pushed forward another step, her gaze fixed on you, the person she cared about most in this world.
Rumi's mind raced with a torrent of thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. She couldn't let herself give in to the overwhelming emotions threatening to overpower her. She needed to remain focused and take action. She took another hesitant step forward, her heart pounding against her chest like a relentless drum.
In the back of her mind, Rumi couldn't help but wonder what had led to this heartbreaking moment. How had they reached this point? Why did you hide this from her? The questions swirled in her head, but she pushed them aside, knowing that now was not the time for introspection. She was standing at the precipice of a dangerous situation, and she couldn't afford to let her emotions cloud her judgment.
Yet, the image of you, her lover, her soulmate, hurting and vulnerable, was unbearably agonizing. Her heart ached with a mixture of love, fear, and desperation, a deep sense of helplessness washing over her.
With trembling lips, Rumi finally managed to find her voice, her words breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped the room.
"Sweetheart..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
At the sound of Rumi's voice, your body tensed momentarily, the blade in your trembling hand pausing in mid-air. You slowly turned her head towards Rumi, a mix of surprise and guilt etched across your tear-streaked face.
Your eyes met, and in that brief moment, a thousand unsaid words hovered between them. Rumi's heart ached with a mixture of sadness, helplessness, and deep-seated worry, the weight of the situation palpable in the air. She slowly took another few tentative steps closer.
"Put the blade down, please," Rumi pleaded, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and desperation. She extended her hand as if to bridge the physical and metaphorical distance between you two.
Rumi spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, let me help you. We can get through this together. Just put the blade down." She inched closer, her hand trembling as she tried to maintain a gentle and reassuring composure.
The scene was filled with a tense silence, the only sound being the ragged breathing from you. Rumi's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She took another step closer, her hand still outstretched, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and concern.
"I'm here for you," Rumi whispered, her voice quavering with a mix of love and urgency. "Whatever it is you're going through, we can face it together. Just put down the blade, and let me help you."
As Rumi took tentative steps closer, the silence in the room grew heavy with raw emotion. Your face was etched with pain and guilt, your eyes filled with unshed tears. Silently, you mouthed the words "I'm sorry" over and over again, a broken mantra that echoed your inner torment.
Rumi couldn't bear to see you in such agony, and her heart ached with a mixture of love and concern. She closed the remaining distance between you two and gently enveloped you in a tight embrace, wrapping her arms protectively around you.
"Shhh, it's alright," Rumi murmured against your trembling shoulders. "I'm here now. I've got you. It's going to be okay."
She held you tighter, your bodies pressed close, as if trying to physically bridge the gap between your troubled souls. Rumi's hand stroked your hair, offering a comfort she hoped could soothe your anguish.
While still holding onto you, Rumi slowly and carefully moved the blade away, ensuring it was out of her reach. Every movement was calculated, her focus solely on minimizing any potential danger. Once the blade was safely put aside, she returned her attention fully to you, pulling you even closer to her chest.
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With a gentle yet firm grip, Rumi slowly guided you to the bathroom, her arm looped protectively around your waist. She could still feel the tremors running through your body, and it was a stark reminder of the fragility you both faced in that moment.
You both entered the bathroom, and Rumi carefully sat you down on the edge of the bathtub, keeping a reassuring hand on your shoulder. The room was filled with an almost eerie silence, broken only by the sound of your ragged breaths.
Rumi quickly made her way to the medicine cabinet, her focus sharp and deliberate. She rummaged through the shelves, searching for the familiar first-aid kit she knew was stored there. Her hands trembled slightly, but she ignored it, determined to tend to your wounds.
With a small exhale of relief, she finally found what she was looking for — the first-aid kit. Rumi carried it back to where you were sitting, setting it down beside you. The sound of the kit hitting the bathroom counter echoed in the otherwise silent room.
Rumi knelt down in front of you, opening the kit with a practiced ease. Her focus zeroed in on the task at hand, every movement precise and methodical. She carefully took out gauze, antiseptic wipes, and sterile bandages, laying them out in an orderly row.
"Let me see your arms, sweetheart," Rumi murmured gently, her voice filled with a mix of concern and tenderness.
You hesitantly extended your wounded arms, offering them up to Rumi's care. The room was still and quiet, the atmosphere thick with a tense silence as Rumi prepared the necessary supplies.
Rumi dipped the gauze in the antiseptic bottle, her hands moving with a steady precision as she began to clean the wounds. She tried to be gentle, but the process was slow and meticulous. The antiseptic stung, and you winced in pain, but Rumi continued to work diligently, her expression betraying only a slight hint of worry.
As Rumi focused on cleaning and bandaging the fresh wounds, she couldn't help but notice the older scars scattered across your arms. It was a stark reminder of the darker moments you both endured.
Rumi's heart ached as she took in the sight, her eyes tracing over each scar, each a painful memory etched onto your skin. She felt a surge of both protectiveness and guilt, knowing that she hadn't been there to shield you.
After the wound care was finished, Rumi carefully packed up the first-aid kit, her hands moving on autopilot. She stood up, her eyes meeting your tired ones.
"Let's get you into bed, sweetheart," Rumi said softly, extending a hand to help her up. She held you the whole night. Rubbing your back.
♡Mira♡
♡Mira’s not mean, she firm. A firm and slightly bad comforter. She’s not the best at comforting people. She couldn’t even comfort Zoey that well when they first found out she was a demon. So she’s not meaning to snap at you, she scared. She’s scared of losing you, she’s scared of seeing you like this. It scares her. She’s mad. But not at you, at herself. She couldn’t protect you. Should should’ve seen the signs sooner. She’s the best at reading people. How could she miss this?
Mira stumbled into the penthouse, her arms laden with bags of junk food and a sodas. The clock on the wall read 2:09 AM, but she paid it no mind. It was all just part of the usual after-gig ritual for her.
She walked into the living space of the penthouse, grumbling slightly as the bags shifted in her arms. "Damn snacks, why do they have to make the biggest sizes so damn awkward to carry."
Mira trudged into the small kitchen, setting the bags down on the counter with a thump. She began unloading the goodies, piling up chips, candy, and other assorted junk food on the counter.
As she worked, she let out a loud yawn, the exhaustion of the night's performance finally starting to catch up with her.
Huntrix had just wrapped up a late-night show, and although they'd played their hearts out, the adrenaline had long since faded. All she wanted to do now was eat, shower, and crawl into bed. But for now, this midnight snack extravaganza was the first order of business.
Mira's fingers closed around a bag of Korean chips, the crinkling sound seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet of the night. With her snack in hand, she padded out of the kitchen and made her way down the short hallway to her bedroom.
The door was slightly ajar, a dim strip of light spilling out into the corridor.
Mira's heart skipped a beat as she pushed open the door, expecting to find an empty bed and the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. Instead, her eyes were met with a sight that made her blood run cold.
There, sitting cross-legged on the bed, a blade in her hand, was you, her girlfriend. Every muscle in her body locked, and the bag of chips slipped from her fingers, the sound echoing loudly as it hit the floor. It seemed deafening in the sudden silence.
As Mira stared at you, a mix of emotions washed over her -- shock, anger, concern. But strangely enough, the anger wasn't directed at you. She knew you struggled, has seen the scars that littered your body. Instead, the anger was directed at the circumstances, the world, the universe that had driven you to this point. She was furious that she couldn't protect you, that there was only so much she could do.
Mira's words came out sharper than she intended, her anger bleeding through the edges. "What are you doing?" she asked, the words biting and cold. As soon as she said them, she knew it was the wrong tone, the wrong words. But her emotions were raw, her mind a whirlwind of worry and frustration.
You flinched at the sharpness in her tone, her eyes widening in hurt. Mira cursed inwardly, silently berating herself for not managing her emotions better. But the sight of you, sitting there with blade in hand, had shaken her to her core. Her heart was conflicted -- love and worry warring with anger and helplessness.
"I..." Your voice was small, a whisper barely audible in the cold air. It shook with a tremble of guilt and shame. Mira's anger faded slightly, replaced by a pang of guilt for her tone. She took a few hesitant steps closer, stopping a few feet away from the bed.
Despite the guilt gnawing at her, Mira couldn't ignore the gravity of the situation. She took a deep breath, her expression hardening in determination. She took another step closer, her voice firm but tinged with concern. "You can't keep doing this," she said, her words carrying a hint of command.
You looked up at her, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. Mira's heart ached at the sight, but she steeled her resolve. She took another step closer, her gaze locked onto yours. "We need to talk. And you need to put the blade away."
The words hung in the air, the tension thick and heavy. Mira held your gaze, silently pleading with you to listen. After a few moments of tense silence, your shoulders slumped, and you set the blade down on the bedside table with a clatter.
Mira stepped closer, her voice sharp with command. "No," she said firmly. "Give me that fucking blade, now."
You hesitated for a moment, your fingers almost instinctively clinging to the blade. But the intensity in Mira's eyes and the sternness of her tone left no room for argument. You slowly handed the blade over, your gaze averted, your shoulders slumped in a mix of guilt and submission.
Mira took the blade carefully, her grip tight as she set it aside, out of reach. She returned her attention to you, her heart still beating rapidly in her chest. The room was quiet, the only sound was the soft whir of the ceiling fan and their ragged breaths.
Mira sighed, her anger slowly ebbing away, replaced by exhaustion. She sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight. She reached out, gently pulling you closer, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace.
"We can't keep doing this," Mira murmured into your shoulder, her voice weary. She could feel the tears dampening her shirt, your body trembling against hers. "It's killing me to see you like this."
You held onto her tightly, your grip desperate, as if afraid she would disappear. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice thick with tears. "I promise I'm trying, I'm really trying."
Mira held you tighter, gently rubbing your back. "I know you are," she replied, her voice gentler now. "I know you're trying. But you can't keep doing this to yourself. It's not healthy, babe."
"I just... I don't know how to make it stop," you sobbed, burying your face further into Mira's shoulder. "I don't know how to make it stop hurting. I can’t stop.”
Mira's heart ached at the raw pain in your voice. She felt powerless, wishing she could take all your suffering away. "It's okay," she whispered, her hand still gently rubbing circles on your back. "It's going to be okay, I promise you. We'll figure it out together. But you have to let me in, you have to let me help you."
You nodded silently against her chest, your sobs slowly subsiding into soft sniffles. Mira continued to hold you, her embrace a silent promise of support and love. She knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, but for now, she just held you close, offering her comfort in the quiet of the night.
"You're not alone in this, you hear me?" Mira murmured, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. "I'm here, okay? I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together, all the way. You're stuck with me.”
You gave a watery chuckle, the slightest hint of humor breaking through the pain. "Lucky me," you muttered, your voice still shaky but tinged with a hint of a smile.
Mira felt a pang of relief at the small sign of light in the darkness. It was a small victory, a sign that there was still hope. "Very," she retorted, her tone light but affectionate. “Now let’s get you cleaned up. Yea?”
You pulled back, your face puffy and tear-streaked. You gave a tiny nod, a mix of embarrassment and shame on your face. Mira gently untangled herself from the embrace, standing up and offering a hand. "Come on," she said softly. "Let's get you cleaned up, then we can talk some more, alright?"
You accepted her hand, your movements sluggish as you got to her feet. Mira led you towards the bathroom, arm wrapped around your waist in support. She turned the faucet on, letting the water splash into the sink with a comforting sound.
While the water ran, Mira grabbed a washcloth from the cupboard, dampening it under the warm stream. She turned back to you, who was sitting on the edge of the tub now, your head hanging slightly. Mira knelt in front of her, gently placing the washcloth against your face, carefully wiping away the tear tracks and the smeared makeup.
The water turned a light shade of pink as the makeup melted away, revealing the raw, vulnerable face beneath. Mira continued to work in silence, her focus solely on taking care of you. She moved the washcloth down, clearing away the remaining traces of tears and anguish, leaving behind a face weary but a touch cleaner.
Mira's gaze shifted down, her heart clenching in her chest. The sight of the fresh cuts on your thighs was like a punch in the gut. She'd seen them before, had patched up a few, but each time it stung just as much.
Taking a deep breath, Mira fought back the wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She knew she had to remain strong, for both of your sakes. Instead of letting her feelings get the better of her, she focused on the task at hand. First and foremost, she needed to tend to the open wounds. She rose, wetting another washcloth before returning to kneel in front of you.
The task was delicate, the cloth gentle against the tender skin of her thighs. The water turned pink again, but this time from the fresh blood. Mira worked as gently as humanly possible, trying to minimize the pain while cleaning the wounds. She could see you grimace, the occasional hiss of discomfort escaping your lips, despite her efforts to stay stoic. She worked quickly, yet carefully. Each touch was a message of care and understanding, a silent promise of love and commitment.
Once the wounds were clean, Mira stood up again, fetching bandages and antiseptic from the medicine cabinet. She came back to you, kneeling down once more. With gentle hands, she began to dress each wound, carefully wrapping the bandages around your thighs, providing both physical and emotional support.
The task felt almost ritualistic, a silent act of service and devotion. Mira's expression was a mix of focus and worry. Each wrap of the bandages was a silent prayer, a silent plea for healing. She worked in silence, the only sound in the room the soft shuffling of gauze and the occasional hiss from you. Once the final bandage was secured, Mira stepped back, taking in the sight.
"There," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "All done." Her gaze flicked to your face, looking for any signs of comfort or relief. But the pain in your eyes was still there, the hurt that ran deeper than physical wounds.
Mira knew that the physical aspect was just a small part of the battle. The underlying pain, the underlying reasons for your actions, those were the true demons she had to face. But for now, she had to trust that this act of care was a step in the right direction. She offered a small, soft smile, a silent reassurance that she was there, and she wasn't going anywhere. "Let's get you some rest now, alright?”
With a gentle sweep, Mira lifted you into her arms, cradling you close as she carried you to bed. The weight of your body was familiar, a reminder of all the times she's held you like this before.
Carefully, Mira laid you down onto the bed, pulling the covers up over your body. She tucked the edges around you, making sure you’re comfortable.
Once you were settled, Mira slid into bed behind you, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. She wrapped her arms around you, fitting your bodies together, legs tangling, bodies entwined. She pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, whispering softly. "I'm right here, always.”
♡Zoey♡
♡Zoey is an emotional comforter. She’s the type of person to accidentally let her emotions get the best of her. Which means 85% of the time she’s crying with you. And the other 15% of the time she’s comforting you, in a kinda panicky way, but also trying to make you laugh. Yes, she knows how to comfort someone, but when they’re her partner. She forgets everything.
Zoey lay sprawled out on her bed, her back resting on her fluffy pillows. Her room was a reflection of her cheerful personality - brightly colored decor, plush toys scattered on every surface, and a few framed photos of her friends, family and you. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on everything.
She was taking a moment to relax, scrolling on her phone and listening to music through her headphones.
A soft smile crossed her face as she scrolled through social media, seeing updates from her friends' lives. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and while her to-do list was a mile long, she decided to take a break.
She tossed her phone to the side, stretching out her arms and legs, relishing in the comfort of her bed. With a content sigh, she closed her eyes, letting her thoughts wander.
The music in her headphones continued to play, providing a soft background soundtrack to her thoughts. She began to imagine what her life would look like in the future. The usual daydreams filled her mind - a successful career, love, adventure, and endless possibilities.
Zoey's daydreaming came to a halt as the realization hit her - you, her girlfriend, had stayed over last night. A small but fond smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, glancing over at the other side of the bed.
Zoey's smile dropped as she realized the other side of the bed was empty. She sat up fully, her brow furrowing slightly. Where were you?
Her gaze traveled to the door, expecting maybe to hear movement or noise coming from elsewhere in the penthouse. But the only thing she heard was the soft melody still spilling from her headphones.
Zoey's mind immediately jumped to the bathroom, assuming that's where you had gone. She pushed the blankets off, sliding out of bed with a soft thump. Her socked feet padded across the floor as she made her way towards the bathroom.
The door was slightly ajar, a thin sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. Zoey pushed it open, peeking her head in. "Babe?" she called out softly, half-expecting to see you standing by the sink.
Zoey's heart immediately clenched at the sight before her. She could feel the emotions rising in her chest, the familiar pang of worry and concern that always seemed to surface when things were tough. She felt a part of her shutting down, falling into the role of caregiver, while the rest of her felt like curling up into a ball and crying. But what you needed now was her comfort, her support.
And so Zoey forced herself to speak, to push the fear and sadness, "What… What's going on?" Zoey's voice trembled, her usual chirpy tone replaced by concern. She took a step closer, her eyes darting between the blade and her face, trying to gauge your emotions, your thoughts, your pain.
She knew she had to say something, to do something, but the words were lodged in her throat, her brain freezing at the scene in front of her. She wanted to say "stop it" but it was stuck, her jaw clenching, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.
Zoey's mind raced, her heart beating so fast she thought it might burst out of her chest. She could feel the panic building up inside her, the fear threatening to overwhelm her. But she had to stay strong, had to be there for you. She took a shaky breath, swallowing the lump in her throat, trying to compose herself.
"Babe," she managed to croak out, her voice still shaky. "Babe, please…"
Zoey took another step closer, her hand moving to reach out, but hesitating midway. She didn't know if touching you without warning would make things better or worse. She took another shaky breath. "Please... put the blade down," she whispered. "Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong.
Her eyes searched your face, looking for any sign of response, of recognition. Her stomach was in knots, the fear and worry mixing with a desperate hope that her words would get through, that her presence would provide some comfort. In that moment, she felt helpless, out of her depth, but she knew she had to at least try. She took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "Please," she repeated quietly. "Don't do this."
The silence in the room was deafening, the only sound being the soft, steady breaths that escaped Zoey's lips. She could feel the tension in the air, could feel her fingers itching to reach out, to touch, to hold, to do something, anything. But she forced herself to stay where she was. She had to let you respond, had to let her make the first move.
"Sorry…" you voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and laced with a mix of guilt, vulnerability, and sadness. Zoey could hear the tremble in your voice, and it pierced her heart. She wanted desperately to reach out, to touch, to comfort, but she waited, holding herself back, giving you the space to speak.
"I just… I'm sorry," you repeated, your voice cracking with emotion. Zoey could see the tears welling up in your eyes, the vulnerability etched across your face. She could feel her heart breaking, the urge to hold you, to hold you close, to take away your pain, almost overwhelming. But still, she forced herself to stay put, to listen.
Zoey could no longer bear watching you like this. Her heart was tearing in two, the pain in your eyes too much to bear. She reached forward, her voice soft, almost pleading. "Hey.. hey.. hey," she murmured, her hands cautiously moving closer to the blade. "It's ok, it's going to be ok... Just... give me the...the blade," She took a shaky breath, feeling a mix of desperation and worry. She just wanted to help, to be there for you, to do whatever it took to make you better. But at the same time, she was afraid, so scared of messing up, of making things worse, of not being enough.
But she swallowed her fear, focusing on the love she had for you, on the need to comfort you, to care for you, to make you happy. "Please," she repeated, her voice cracking slightly. "Just... give it to me." She held out her trembling hand, a silent plea in her eyes.
Zoey's heart pounded in her chest as you slowly, almost hesitantly, handed over the blade. She took it carefully, her fingers trembling slightly, as she set it down on the counter away from them. She returned her full attention to you, her gaze filled with a mixture of relief and worry.
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice soft but steady. "You're going to be okay. I'm here for you, I'm here, okay?"
Zoey slowly lowered herself onto the ground, sitting next to you. She reached out, gently wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. Zoey could feel the tremors in your body, could feel the pain and anguish rolling off of you.
She squeezed your arm gently, her voice a soft whisper of reassurance. "I've got you," she murmured. "You're not alone, okay? I'm here, I'm right here."
Zoey's eyes were glassy with unshed tears, her heart clenched tightly in her chest. She was struggling to keep her emotions in check, to stay strong for you. But with every passing moment, it grew harder. The love and worry and sadness were all coursing through her, threatening to overwhelm her. She took a shaky breath, trying to swallow back the lump in her throat, trying to keep her voice steady.
"It's going to be okay," she whispered, more for herself than anything else. "We're going to be okay, alright?"
"I promise," she managed to continue, despite the tears that were now beginning to flow. "Everything is going to be alright."
She tightened her grip on your, pulling you closer, holding onto you tightly. She buried her face in your shoulder, her body shaking with suppressed sobs.
"We're going to get through this," she murmured against her skin. "We're in this together. I'm not going anywhere."
She could feel her body shudder, could feel her own body betraying her as the tears continued to fall silently. She knew they were both hurting, but she was determined to be the strong one, to be the one to hold everything together.
She lifted her head, her eyes meeting your gaze. There was so much pain and fear there, so much vulnerability. But beneath it all, there was also a flicker of something else - a tiny flicker of hope.
Zoey took a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. The weight of the situation was heavy on her heart, but she wanted to try and lighten the mood, even just a little. She knew you both needed a moment of levity, something to break the tension.
"Hey," she whispered, a small, crooked smile on her lips. "You know what would make this situation like, 5% less awful?"
You stirred, glancing up at her. The tears had stopped, and you looked slightly confused, but there was a hint of curiosity in your eyes.
"What?" You mumbled, your voice still raspy from crying.
"Ice cream," Zoey answered easily, her smile widening slightly. "Ice cream makes everything better. And I just so happen to have a pint of your favorite in the fridge."
Her voice took on a hopeful, almost pleading tone. "Please tell me you're craving ice cream right now."
You chuckled weakly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Despite everything, there was a glimmer of amusement in your eyes.
"You think everything can be solved with ice cream, don't you?" You teased softly, a hint of the old spark in your voice.
Zoey feigned indignation, playfully feigning offense. "Hey, don't mock the healing powers of ice cream. I'll have you know, it's scientifically proven to cure all sadness. It's practically magic."
Zoey's face softened, the lighthearted moment shifting back towards seriousness. She knew that they needed to address the situation, to take care of your wounds. She took a deep breath, straightening up slightly.
"Before we get ice cream," she said gently, "we need to take care of those cuts first, okay?"
You nodded, your expression a mix of shame and resignation. "Yeah... yeah, okay," you murmured, your voice quiet.
Zoey gave you a small smile, trying to muster as much reassurance as possible. "I'll grab the first-aid kit, alright? You just... wait here, okay?"
You nodded again, your gaze dropping to your lap. Zoey gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze before pushing herself up off the ground. She padded quietly out of the bathroom and down the hall to the linen closet where the first-aid kit was kept.
She rummaged through the cabinet, finally finding the red box tucked away in the back. She grabbed it, along with a soft cloth, and made her way back to the bathroom.
When she entered, you were still sitting exactly where she left you. You looked small and vulnerable, and Zoey's heart clenched at the sight.
"Hey," Zoey said softly, sinking down beside you. She placed the first-aid kit down next to you, setting the cloth aside. "Let's get these cleaned up, yeah?" She opened the first-aid kit, taking out the necessary supplies - disinfectant, bandages, cotton balls.
You nodded silently, your face set in a stoicism that didn't quite reach her eyes. Zoey could sense your discomfort, the way you tensed at the impending pain, but she also knew it had to be done. She carefully set to work, her every touch gentle and precise, trying to avoid causing unnecessary pain.
Zoey continued tending to your wounds, carefully cleaning the cuts and applying the disinfectant. She knew it must hurt, but you was being incredibly brave, barely flinching despite the sting.
As she worked, Zoey racked her brain for something to say, something to distract from the pain. She knew you loved her sense of humor, her ability to make light of even the most serious situations. So she decided to give it a try, to see if she could get a smile out of you.
"Hey," she began, her voice low and soft, her tone almost teasing. "You know what they call a fake noodle?" She kept her focus on cleansing the wounds, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see you tilting your head curiously.
"An impasta," Zoey finished, a small grin on her lips. She glanced up just in time to see you roll your eyes, a tiny half smile appearing despite the pain. It wasn't a full-on grin, but it was progress.
"You're ridiculous," you muttered, but the edge of affection in your tone was there. Zoey chuckled quietly, feeling a small sense of relief. If she could get you to roll your eyes and crack a tiny smile, even in this situation, it meant she was getting through.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm ridiculous," Zoey agreed, her voice still light and playful. "But you love me anyway."
She went back to cleaning the cuts, her movements still careful and precise. She could see you watching her hands as they moved, your expression a mix of pain and discomfort, but also a hint of amusement.
Zoey finished dressing the last of the wounds, gently securing the bandages. The whole time, you had been silent, just watching her with an unreadable expression. As Zoey placed a soft kiss to the final bandage, her eyes flicked up, meeting your gaze.
"All done," she whispered, a small smile on her lips. "Doesn't look half bad."
You didn't respond, your eyes still trained on Zoey's face. But there was a different look in your gaze now, a mix of emotions Zoey couldn't quite decipher. There was pain, fear, vulnerability, but there was also a spark of something else.
Zoey's mind was racing. Maybe the kiss had been too much, maybe she'd overstepped a boundary. She hadn't meant anything by it, it had just felt right in that moment, an instinctual gesture of comfort. But now, looking at your expression, she was starting to doubt herself.
You were still watching her, your gaze unwavering, your face unreadable. The silence between them felt heavy, the air thick with uncertainty. Zoey's heart was racing, her mind racing even faster. What if she'd made a mistake? What if you were angry, or hurt, or disgusted?
She opened her mouth, about to apologize, but before she could get the words out, you finally spoke.
"Why did you kiss them?"
Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, yet the question seemed to echo in the small bathroom. Zoey's heart skipped a beat, a rush of emotions overwhelming her. But before she could respond, you continued, your eyes never leaving Zoey's face.
"No one's ever done that before," you murmured, your voice quieter now. "No one's ever just... kissed my wounds better."
The vulnerability in your tone was undeniable, the raw emotion almost palpable. Zoey could see the emotions warring within you - pain, sadness, fear, but also a flicker of something else.
A flicker of something that looked a lot like hope.
Zoey swallowed, her own heart thudding wildly in her chest. She reached out, her hand moving to touch your arm, but stopping halfway.
"I..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "I just... I wanted to take your pain away, even just a little."
Her eyes searched your face, desperate for a reaction, some sign that her gesture hadn't been wrong, that it had been welcomed, not rejected.
There was a beat of silence, the room still and quiet. Then, you slowly moved, your hand reaching out to cover Zoey's, guiding it the rest of the way.
As soon as your skin touched Zoey's, a jolt of electricity raced through her body, as if the contact had ignited something inside of her. It was subtle, a flicker of warmth, but it was enough.
Zoey's heart fluttered as your hand covered hers, a silent affirmation that her gesture hadn't been misunderstood. The warmth of your touch sent a jolt through her, a spark of hope, a flicker of understanding.
Your voice was soft, yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "That was... really sweet of you," you murmured, your gaze dropping to where your hands were connected, your thumb gently stroking Zoey's skin.
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I really enjoyed writing this. I kind of did a mix of headcanon and fic. Which was new but fun to do! I really enjoyed this request, not only because it’s my second request, but also because you trusted me enough to tell me about it.
Also! Sorry I went I little overboard with Zoey!
All of you are loved and seen.
Hope you have an amazing day/night/afternoon!! :33
can i ask for a headcanon about nicole x femreader who's a total empty headed girl? like, the kind of girl who's head empty, no thoughts, super naive, survival instincts of a rock, and despite all that, is a golden retriever. like, a golden retriever reader x nicole
-`Nicole X Airhead Headcanons´-
Content: Swearing
♡She’d 100% let you run into walls, just because she finds it funny.
You two are walking to the bathrooms. You’re on your phone, no social awareness, no thoughts in your head. And then you run straight into a wall. Loud thump and everything. And Nicole just watched. “Why didn’t you warn me-?” “Because I thought it would be funnier to watch.” “Why would you say that? What are you watching” Then just a heavy sigh from her.
♡But when you two are at a party, she somehow roped you into. And Kylar is so OBVIOUSLY flirting with you. But you’re just there. Thinking he’s being friendly and nice.
“And the way that dress hugs your body.” “Kylar what the fuck are you doing?” “Gettin’ some bitches.” “She not fucking interested, what the fuck.” And then proceeds to drag you away. “Did you not realize he was flirting with you?” “He was flirting-?”
♡Literally has to drag you out of the road cause you’ll stand there and stare at the sky or your phone.
♡You’ve broken multiple phones because you forget they’re in your bag or back pocket, and break it when you sit down or throw your bag. To which she gives you her old phone, from 2007. Mainly because she has a box full of her old phones, but also because she wants to keep in contact for assignments and stuff.
♡Is a little confused when you’re so clingy and nice to her. To herself, she’s an asshole. And she knows that, but you act like she’s the sweetest thing on the earth. An angle almost.
♡You often- all the time- forget directions. So she’s joked multiple times on getting you a leash. Which doesn’t really sound like a joke…
♡ You’ll forget what test you’re doing, like you’ll be ready for a history test in math. Causing you to have to retake it, but she’ll be waiting outside till you’re done.
♡ Initially, Nicole might be annoyed by the your obliviousness and lack of awareness, but as you two spend more time together, she starts to find it endearing and even amusing. As a result, she feels ever so slightly compelled to protect and take care of you, who is blissfully unaware of the world's problems.
♡Loves to just lean on you, since she's the tallest in her group. Even if you're taller, she just likes being close to you
♡Loves to have her head scratch or haired played with, since she has a lot of hair, she loves when you play or do her hair. She'll also let you experiment on it and test hair style trends you see
♡Spa days and gossip days are a must with her. Especially spa days with her girls
♡Teaches you how to dance, and if you already can? Great! She'll have someone else to dance with and practice choreography with, even if you're not in Huntrix
♡Will internally melt if she hears you singing one of their songs. Whether you're just humming it or singing it to yourself. She LOVES it, makes her heart melt. Course she'll never say that though
♡Will let you do her makeup, and let you test different things you saw online on her. While say, “oh wow, you did this?” Or “huh, you do better than my makeup artist.” It’s hard to tell if she’s joking or not
♡Is the type to do the fake stretch to wrap her arm around you. Or like that very cringy casual yawn and arm around your shoulder
♡SHES A BIKER GIRL
♡Will come home with random gifts and treats when she’s out on tour. Bringing home flowers, bracelets, chocolates. Anything she’ll think you’ll like
♡Loves cuddling and watching movies together. Either in a hug cuddle pile with the other girls, or just the two of you
♡Loves kissing your neck, not in a sexual way. Just loved the intimacy and trust it takes to kiss someone’s neck. And loves giving kisses on the head and neck.
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Tags: @viitalvile @aymmgreen
Also! I’m not dead!! Just took a break, soccer is taking up most of my free time :( and sorry this is short :p
basically a fluff, zoey x femreader. basically just reader smothering zoey, hugging, and squealing. Zoey is so cute and adorable, how can you not?
Like, hugging Zoey tightly, burying face on Zoey's neck, kisses and all.
✿Cuteness Aggression✿
A/N: AHHHH WAIT THIS IS ADORABLE!!! I love this idea!!! She deserves all the love! :333
Also, requests will be coming out a little slow because I got sick over the weekend and I have soccer games. So yea!! Please understand!!
ALSO!! I don’t really know if I did this request all that well- I don’t like how I wrote it- might redo it? Idk yet!
Word count: 2.1k𐙚
Content: MEN DNI, Cuteness aggression, fem reader, platonic affection
You waited patiently in the penthouse, your heart racing with excitement. The anticipation was killing you, and all I could think about was Zoey. You couldn't wait to wrap your arms around her and hug her tight. You could picture her cute little face lighting up with a smile as you smothered her with affection.
You were supposed to go to the Huntrix concert with Zoey, but you had an important work meeting that you couldn't miss. Of course, you were so disappointed, but Zoey was understanding. She knew you had to prioritize your job, in order to get money and buy yourself food.
Yes, you’re friends with Zoey, Mira and Rumi. But that doesn’t mean you live with them and have free roam of the penthouse. You have your own apartment, only a block or two away from their penthouse. You’re allowed over any time they’re free, or like today. But today was different, Zoey had invited you over, since you couldn’t go to their concert, the least she could do is let you stay in their penthouse.
You glanced at the clock on the wall, impatiently watching the minutes tick by. You knew Zoey was probably enjoying the concert, dancing and singing along to their songs. Performing with her heart and soul. But all you could think about was seeing her again. You missed her smile and her laughter, and you couldn't wait to give her a big hug when she got back.
As you waited, you couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. Why did you have to miss the concert? Why did this stupid work meeting have to be on the same night?
You leaned back against the plush couch, my thoughts spiraling. Maybe you could have called in sick or rescheduled the meeting. But it was too late now. You were stuck here, waiting for Zoey, while she was having the time of her life at the concert. It wasn't fair.
Your gaze shifted towards the long hallway that led to the girls' bedrooms. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should intrude. But the temptation was too strong. Curiosity and boredom got the better of you. You decided to take a quick peek into their rooms. A quick peek won’t hurt right?
Slowly, you got up from the couch and slowly walked down the hallway, trying to make as little noise as possible. You knew that the girls wouldn't know you went in their rooms, they weren’t even home, but you still felt a pang of guilt as you approached their doors.
As you reached the first door, you gently turned the knob and pushed it open, revealing Zoey's room.
The room was cozy and comfortable, with soft blankets and pillows piled high on the bed. Zoey's favorite stuffed animals were lined up on a shelf, and her casual clothes were neatly hung in her closet. You could tell that she had put a lot of effort into making her room feel like a personal oasis.
You couldn't help but smile as you looked around the room. It was so Zoey - cheerful, organized, and overflowing with personality. You walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge, running your fingers over her soft blankets
You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, breathing in the familiar scent of Zoey's perfume. It was a fragrance that instantly brought back memories of our countless sleepovers and movie nights. A small pang of guilt washed over you again for snooping around her room, but you couldn't resist indulging in this little moment of nostalgia.
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As you sat there, lost in thought, you heard a soft sound coming from the hallway. It was the sliding door of the elevator. You immediately stiffened, realizing that one of the girls might catch you in Zoey's room.
You jumped up from Zoey's bed, heart hammering in your chest. You could feel a flush spreading across your cheeks as you realized how guilty you looked, sitting on her bed.
You quickly made a beeline for the living room, trying to act casual as if you hadn't just been caught snooping.
You plonked yourself back down on the couch, your mind racing as you tried to think of a good excuse in case one of the girls confronted you about it later. You fidgeted with the throw pillows, rearranging them in a manner that you hoped would seem nonchalant.
Your heart skipped a beat as a different figure appeared in the hallway. You had expected it to be Zoey, or all of the girls, but instead, it was Mira.
You tried to act cool, keeping a neutral expression on your face, as if you hadn't just been caught red-handed in Zoey's room.
You cleared your throat, trying to compose yourself. "Hey, Mira. How was the concert?" You asked, feigning nonchalance.
Mira shot you a knowing smile, clearly aware of what you had been up to moments before. She sauntered over to the couch and flopped down next to you.
"Oh, it was good," Mira replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You missed out, you know."
You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I know. Stupid work meeting got in the way."
"Uh huh," Mira replied, raising an eyebrow. "And then you decided to pass the time by snooping around Zoey's room? Very smooth."
You felt your cheeks heat up at her observation. "I wasn't snooping," you protested weakly, knowing full well that you had been caught red-handed.
"Oh, really?" Mira smirked, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Then what were you doing in her room, then? Admiring the interior design?"
You opened your mouth to protest, but you knew it was useless. Mira had you cornered.
"Okay, fine. I was snooping," you admitted reluctantly. "But I was bored, okay? And curious."
Mira let out a laugh, shaking her head. "You're incorrigible. You realize that Zoey would kill you if she found out. You know she likes her privacy.”
You winced at the thought of Zoey finding out about your snooping. She was usually so laid back, but you knew that invading her privacy was a surefire way to get on her bad side.
"Yeah, I know," you grumbled, still feeling embarrassed. "Please don't tell her, okay?”
Mira pretended to think about it for a moment, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I don't know..." she drawled. "What's in it for me?"
You groaned. You knew that Mira loved to push your buttons and tease me, especially when she had the upper hand. "What do you want?" You asked, bracing yourself or whatever ridiculous demand she was about to make.
Mira leaned back on the couch, a smug expression on her face. "If you want me to keep your little snooping incident secret, I want you to make me ramyeon for a whole week," she said, her tone challenging.
You looked at Mira, your eyes widening in surprise. "I'm not even staying here for a whole week," you protested, feeling a mix of frustration and disbelief.
Mira shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, I know. But that's my price. You either agree to make me ramyeon for a week, or I spill the beans to Zoey."
You rolled my eyes, knowing that Mira was just testing you. She probably wouldn't tell Zoey about your snooping, but she loved to play these games. She enjoyed the power she had over you in this moment.
You sighed heavily, resigning yourself to your fate. "Fine. I'll make you ramyeon for a week."
Mira's face lit up with a victorious smile. "Excellent," she said, clapping her hands together. "You've made the right choice. But don't forget, I'll be expecting a steaming bowl of delicious ramyeon every single day."
You shook your head, feeling a mix of annoyance and resignation.
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Your head snapped up at the sound of the elevator doors sliding open. You held my breath, wondering who it would be. Part of you hoped it would be Zoey, finally back from the concert, but another part of you dreaded the possibility of being caught in the act.
Mira, who had been watching you closely, turned her gaze towards the elevator as well.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, growing louder as the person approached. Your heart pounded in your chest as the anticipation built.
Suddenly, Zoey's cheerful voice filled the air as she walked into the penthouse. "Hey guys, I'm back!"
You could feel your face light up as Zoey entered the penthouse, her cheerful presence instantly lifting your spirits. You quickly stood up, unable to contain your excitement.
Without even thinking, you let out a high-pitched greeting, similar to the way you would call your cat.
"Hi, Zoey!" You exclaimed, rushing towards her and enveloping her in a tight hug.
Zoey laughed, surprised by your enthusiastic greeting. "Well, someone's happy to see me," she teased, hugging you back.
You squeezed her tightly, burying your face in her hair. "Missed you," you mumbled, inhaling her familiar scent.
Zoey chuckled again, patting you on the head like you would a puppy. "I was only gone for like three hours," she pointed out, still grinning.
You pulled away slightly, not wanting to let go just yet. "Yeah, but it felt like forever," you whined, pouting dramatically.
Zoey rolled her eyes, unable to hide her amusement. "You're such a drama queen," she teased, poking you in the side.
You stuck out your tongue in response, still clinging onto her. You didn't care if you were being needy; I had missed her presence sorely while she was away.
Zoey couldn't help but laugh at you childish behavior. She ruffled your hair affectionately. "You're so clingy," she said, but her tone was fond.
You huffed, burying your face in her shoulder once more. "Shut up," you mumbled, feeling both embarrassed and content.
Being near Zoey made you feel a sense of safety and comfort that you couldn't explain. It was as if all the worries and stresses of the world just melted away when you were with her. She was your safe place, your refuge from the chaos outside.
Mira, noticing the way you clung to Zoey, raised an eyebrow, but wisely kept her comments to herself. She understood the bond we shared.
You couldn't help yourself any longer. You pulled back from the hug, gazing up at Zoey affectionately. Without thinking, you leaned in and gave her a series of gentle pecks on her cheeks, nose, and forehead, your lips lingering on her skin for just a few extra seconds each time.
Zoey chuckled, a slight blush creeping up on her face. "Someone's extra affectionate today," she teased, but she didn't pull away.
You couldn't deny it - the cuteness aggression was taking over. Zoey was just so adorable, and you found it hard to control your impulses around her.
As you showered her with gentle pecks, you could feel the urge growing stronger. You wanted to squeeze her, bite her, and cling onto her in every possible way. But you knew yoi had to restrain myself, especially with Mira watching us from the couch.
Your eyes flickered over to Mira briefly, who was watching us with a smirk on her face. She could sense your inner struggle, your internal battle between wanting to smother Zoey with affection and holding back.
You quickly turned your attention back to Zoey, determined to keep your cuteness aggression in check. But your fingers lingered on her waist, gently tugging her closer.
You cupped Zoey's cheeks gently in your hands, your touch soft and tender. Her skin was warm beneath your fingers, and you couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked in the soft glow of the penthouse lights. Her freckles looked like they were kissed by the stars. Each one placed deliberately and precisely on her face. They looked beautiful, they brought out her eyes.
Her light brown eyes were like pools of honey, with a golden shimmer when the light caught them just right. Allowing each of the different shades of brown to get a chance in the spotlight. Her lashes like the gate of heaven, guarding her beautiful eyes.
Zoey's eyes met mine, a mix of surprise and affection in her expression. She leaned into my touch, her own hand coming up to rest on top of mine.
"You're very touchy today," she teased, a slight smile tugging at her lips.
You let out a small huff, not quite denying her observation. "I can't help it. You're just so damn cute, I can't resist."
Mira's voice piped up from the couch, her tone amused. "You two are so sickeningly sweet, it's making me nauseous."
You shot Mira a playful glare before returning your focus to Zoey. "Ignore her," you said, your thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "She's just jealous because she doesn't have anyone to be sickeningly sweet with."
Zoey chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe she should get herself a clingy friend like you, then."
You feigned an offended gasp, mock-offended. "Excuse you, I'm not clingy. I'm just...affectionate."
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Honestly went a little off track on this, but I hope it’s ok!!
Hope you have an amazing day/night/afternoon!! <333
🦴Tries to communicate to you by clicking and growling at first, even if they know some human words, it’s not enough to hold a conversation
🦴You sit down and teach them simple human words and phrases. Even if they’re terrible at using grammar correctly, you two are bonding
🦴Likes when you hum or just make noise in general, because your noises are kinda similar to theirs and they’re fascinated with what noises humans make
🦴They purr. Like full chest purr.
🦴They’re obsessed with touching you, not even in a sexual way. They just find it weird that your skin is soft and unarmored. It’s new and unexplored territory for them
🦴They can’t really kiss. Well, they could. But it would be awkward. So instead they press their mandibles gently to your cheek or head. Careful not to get them stuck in your hair
🦴Will pick you and move you if you’re being bratty or just simply lazy
🦴They’ll make or get a special translator. Whether that be an ear piece you wear like a concealer or getting it surgically put behind your ear under your skin
🦴Will always bring home little gifts after hunts or missions. Bones mainly, but pelts, furs, shiny things. Anything they find suitable to court you, or just show their love
🦴Will take you out on hunters, IF you have the proper gear and training. Obviously they’d train you
🦴They don’t typically wear clothes, besides armor, loin cloth and fishnets…so…they’re confused when you dress your whole body in a hoodie and sweats. Thinking you’re off to go battle a huge monster in lose and unprotecting armor
🦴Their hair, or dreads, are sensitive. Even though they don’t cover them up or protect them. They’re sensitive, they’ll growl or click at you when you pull or touch them rough
🦴Likes when you point out their scars, old or new. They take pride in sharing how they got them and who they fought and won against
🦴Doesn't like when you get hair cut or cut your nails, because their hair and nails are part of their body/skin. They think it also hurts you too, so they hate when you do it and hate watching
🦴They twitch their mandibles or close them fully when they get embarrassed
🦴Would 100% take you out on your first hunt, whether that be to kill your first Xenomorph or your first bad blood, etc. They would be more than happy to help you track it down and/or weaken it.
🦴Will also help you mark yourself with whatever first kill you get, either with Xenomorph acid blood, a sharp tooth of the enemy or its own knife
🦴Will let you decorate their dreadlocks with rings and metal pieces and tiny skulls. IF you're gentle about it
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