#idv ithaqua x reader

[handsometheo]

You've gotta hear me out on Ithaqua getting a little too possessive towards his survivor partner during a match ! Love your works btw <3

Mmmmmm Possessive Ithaqua 😍

Warnings: You'll never guess this one but Possessive behaviours

Pairing: Possessive! Ithaqua x Gn! Reader

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- He isn't sure what caused it. Maybe it's his own instincts telling him he needs to protect you, or maybe the manor is affecting him somehow..

- Your Team is quite possible the worst concotion of players to have paired with you. The Prospector, the cowboy and the "prisoner". He's semi-alright with Luca, he doesn't really do much harm. Its more a case of him being annoying to deal with on a good day.

- However Kevin and Norton strike Ithaqua the wrong way.

- He immediately finds Norton but instead turns his attention to finding you, just to make sure you stay away from them.

- He finds you. Quite easily actually. He comes across you helping Luca to decode who quickly runs off in favour of saving himself. Smart man, Ithaqua has to applaud him for using that mildly malfunctioning brain of his. He does have to break the connection, if only to delay your guaranteed escape.

- He lets you finish the cipher and simply stands around impatiently huffing and puffing to the side like a bratty child not getting enough attention. And that's accurate to a certain degree.

- once the cipher is done he tells you to go into a locker so he can pick you up and take you with him. You think nothing of it as this is fairly normal behaviour he likes to carry you around you've noticed. His little giggle when he picks you up just melted your heart.

- However. Unlike the usual routine, Ithaqua takes you to the nearest corner of the map and places you there before trapping you within his arms. His cloak making the two of you practically disappear, well.. you know as much as one can with the terror radius thing..

- His eyes are animalistic and his jaw clenched, but he makes no move to act on whatever violent act is forming in his head. Just pulls you to him as though he is trying to mesh with you.

- of course, he was mostly..., kind of, calm.

-Until the two idiots turned up. And by that I mean Norton and Kevin.

-Kevin lassoed you from Ithaqua's grasp, that alone made him screeched out in rage, but just to add some extra sourness to the situation, a magnet gets thrown towards him. Forcing him back into the wall.

- You struggle your way out of Kevins hold and push him away right as Ithaqua dashes at him. Norton quickly runs off to possibly hide in case he needs to really save, or possibly help Luca to continue saving.

- "IDIOTS, BOTH OF YOU!" You yell out to nobody in particular as Kevin had already run off. Ithaqua stays still for a moment, left eye twitching.

- He turns quickly. "Stay." He commands as though you are a dog awaiting your next trick. You're going to stay near, obviously, just maybe that Cipher off to the left will somehow get finished off...

- He dashes away in the direction Kevin left.

- As you're decoding, the prospector returns around the corner.

"Hey."

"Fuck off. That was stupid and you know it."

"Yeaaah.. but got the reaction I wanted. He's a tad bit, whats the word, protective? No. Possessive. Thats the one! Like he owns you."

"If he ever got asked if he owned me he definitely would answer like that.. It's a bit much at times, maybe next time to come running up to try and save when he's clearly not going to chair me. Luckily he seems to have lost Kevin."

The last Cipher gets completed by you and Norton but just before you can run to the exit, Norton says something that irks you.

"Geez, I didn't ask for your life story.. no need to keep going on..."

Yoou dont even initially intend to do it but you're hand reaches out to slam his head against the nearest wall to temporarily stun him.

"Not so fun now is it.."

In the distance a pissed off roar can be heard from Ithaqua, who you can assume just missed hitting the now escaped Kevin and Luca.

"Now, we're gonna surrender." You tell the prospector sternly

"Why would I do tha-"

You grab his ear and stare at him, "Consider it your apology to Itha. Believe me Kevin's going to deal with far worse."

Quiet grumbles are all that are heard from the disgruntled ex-miner.

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Hope you enjoyed :) I partially forgot what I was writing halfway through but I loved writing this ♡

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[lumierexfics]

Hi! Would you be comfortable doing "your hands are cold" + praise kink mixtober prompt for Ithaqua? Some fluff and smut if you get what I mean ^^

● LIVESTREAM NAME : You lay upon my pillow, you open like a flower

description log : Being forced to pick up mushrooms goes unexpectedly wrong in the ‘deadly’ woods.

USERS : Nightwatch (Ithaqua), Reader

❗️❗️CONTENT WARNINGS : MDNI 18+, Praise Kink, Canon-ish lore, Accusations/references to demons, Hitting someone with a basket, Smut, Implied Established yet hidden relationship, and Implied Murder.❗️❗️

A failed harvest for the village and your body ached from standing in the snow. Desperately trying to warm them on the remnants of the burnt wood that still held embers. It would be a sore miracle if the Norwell family hadn’t accused you of being the next blasphemous witch but the others in the servants quarters thought otherwise; believing that you were a demon reincarnate.

Unfortunately, you had been sent to gather these mysterious mushrooms that specifically grew in the deadly woods that had taken the lives of many villagers.

“Lord/Lady [Name],” you muttered to yourself. “Isn’t it far too late to scavenge these mushrooms?”

Your hands tightly wrapped around your forearms, trembling with each step. The cold airbrushed into your thin clothes while stepping through the snow covered terrain, tightly clutching the empty basket while another trembling hand held a lantern.

Your eyes looked down to where these supposed mushrooms were supposed to be at only to see that someone must’ve plucked them before you were forced to get them. Whistling wind flew past your ears as you begrudgingly made your way back but right when you turned around to see a fellow villager.

“Cursed blood,” they cried. “Scavenging for your wicked remedies that aid you while the village suffers!”

“I was only ordered to scavenge these mushrooms!” You struggled to wriggle out of their grasp. “You must have confused me! I have done nothing wrong!”

“Wrong?” They scoffed, grip tightened and seemingly pulled your arm forward, causing you to drop your lantern. “Everyone knows that you’re fornicating with the beast that lives in these woods.”

Hearing the sizzle of the candle slowly dying out. Yet somehow you managed to swing your hand that held the empty basket; repeatedly on their head till they managed to loosen their grip.

The crunching underneath your shoes seemed to sound louder and louder with each step and your lungs ached with each breath. Whistling wind grew harsher and harsher with each step till your legs tightened, utterly refusing to move causing you to fall into the fresh snow. Your body ached almost becoming one with the snow while new snow had quickly fallen onto your body; the sound of a scream seemed so far away while the crunching of snow grew closer and closer. It was true that you had laid in the same bed with the ‘beast’ that lived in snow covered woods but he had been so gentle with you.

You slowly came to feel the warmth of a freshly burnt firewood and the familiar embrace of him, Ithaqua. He always wore his mask but you didn’t mind it. Your face was buried in his chest while yours and his body were interwoven with each other; fitting perfectly to each other. His mask was slightly lifted up to reveal his lips as his hands cupped yours, desperately trying to warm them.

“Your hands are still cold,” he said.

He blew his breath into the cocoon of his hands that held yours.

“Ithaqua,” you murmured, softly.

Ithaqua’s mask rubbed on your cheek and his hands caressed your face.

“Would you like to be more warm, my sweet?” He asked, his voice held a familiar tone of desire. “I can bring warmth to your frozen body if you desire it.”

“Yes.” You answered him, clearing your throat to sound more louder.

You could tell that he was smiling from underneath his mask. You barely noticed that you both were in your underwear as his chest was now touching your back while his hands carefully separated your trembling legs; just as he did many times before. His hand glided over your underwear, playfully rubbing your moist crotch and his fingertips teetered on your inner thighs causing a soft gasp erupt from your throat.

“Come on, my sweet,” he whispered. “I don’t cover your mouth then I won’t know how to warm you up.”

Ithaqua watched you slowly move your hand off of your lips as his hands caressed your body with such gentleness while carefully parting your legs open once more after they had shut.

“My sweet,” he whispered, softly. “So magnificent for me.”

He carefully himself nuzzled between your legs, your eyes watered; feeling him. As his warm hands continued to wipe away the tears that dribbled down your eyes while soft praises were whispered in your ears.

“Look at how good you’re taking me, my sweet,” he whispered, kissing on your neck.

He continued to watch you unravel even more; such beauty in pleasure. Ithaqua’s hands remained on your hips, helping your tired hips to match his overwhelming pace that unraveled you further down in the spiral of pleasure. He continued his pace as he long forgot the amount of rounds you’ve both had been through, hearing your voice almost strangled but it still remained as a melody to him while the only noise echoing through the small cottage; wet smacking and the soft crackling of firewood. He held your hands, expecting them to feel cold but finally they were now warm.

“Your hands are still cold, my sweet,” he lied.

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[ithaquakisser]

if i can do a headcanon request could make ithaqua jealous of another hunter with you being survivor, in a two hunter match

please, if it's not in the way❤

— Jealous Ithaqua in a Duo Match...

Synopsis; Ithaqua finds himself in a pack hunter match with another masked hunter, The Ripper. The two of them agree on a friendly match. However, Ithaqua doesn't seem to appreciate your lack of attention on him.

CW; N/A

WC; ≈520

Note; This was actually on my mind for a bit! Just the other day I spoke with a mutual about Ithaqua trying to seek out the reader's attention, what a coincidence you brought this idea to mind! I also had a situation a bit similar to this in a duos match... Everyone kept crowding around the other hunter so I had to take matters into my own hands, hehe. /j

♡ Ithaqua could never bring himself to say it aloud, but he gets jealous quite easily. If he’s not wearing his mask, you could see how he’d visibly pout or grimace. He does not do well with hiding his jealousy, and often at times his actions already does the talking for him. Ask him, and he’ll never say it himself. “Me? Jealous? What makes you think that?”

♡ It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he does not trust others to behave well with you. Despite the reassurance you’d give him, you cannot seem to tame the green-eyed demon inside of him that’d leave him in disquietude when your eyes are on someone else. His actions are subtle, but speak paragraphs upon paragraphs of words.

♡ When it came to a particular pack hunter match, he found it hard to contain himself. Being paired with another masked hunter, Jack, the two of them agreed on a friendly match for the sake of sparring themselves the trouble. Survivors would crowd the two of them with beaming smiles, yet only yours caught his eyes. Your grin was enough to make his heart jump in place, albeit seeing you pan your attention to the other hunter only shattered his aspirations. He’d hide his discontentment beneath his mask, biting the inside of his cheek.

♡ His mask shielded the moue on his face. Despite all the other survivors that’d crowd him, he still only wanted you to look at him. He made it his goal to gain your attention. Even if it were a mere glimpse of your face. Heart pounding against his chest, he’d use his ability to pull you away from Jack. His face heating up when you’d bump into him with a perplexed expression. Ithaqua would pick you up and carry you away from the hunter and the other survivors, carefully dropping you off at a cipher.

♡ He would not leave you alone, and he’d remain by your side for the rest of the match. He’d follow behind you whilst you tried to finish the remaining ciphers. Occasionally he’d jest, pulling you away from the cipher with his ability. Ithaqua would even use abnormal to reset the cipher’s progress to impede the match’s completion, all just to have some spare time with you. He knew very well what he was doing, even if he was pestering you, he at least still had your attention.

♡ He’d refuse to let you go, carrying you from cipher to cipher. Leaving the survivors tilting their heads in confusion, questioning the relationship between you two. If no one had known of your relationship prior, they’d certainly know subsequent to this match. The moment Jack would waltz close to you, he’d pull you away. The hunter heeded the message with no further questions, simply nodding his head and proceeded to go about with the other survivors.

♡ After the pack hunter match you’d definitely ask him about the events of said match. His face was flushed, he’d simply turn his head away and deny each word you spoke. “Jealous? I was not jealous.” In the end, you’d always find yourself holding his mask in hand, peppering his face with kisses. Teasing him in regards to his jealousy, whispering sweet nothings. "You know I am yours, there's no need to fret."

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[teabreakpancakes]

Pretty Boy Ithaqua x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

facesitting, dom itha

"Itha, your eyes are so pretty" you whispered, cupping his face. He meets your adoration-filled gaze, his blue orbs piercing into your own. His eyes are unreadable yet soft as he leans into your touch, you warmth comforting him just as it always did.

"I think you're much prettier" he responds, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You smiled, leaning towards him, "No! you're much prettier," you disagreed. Before he could utter a word, you began peppering kisses all over his face. Startled by the sudden shower of affection, his mouth is left parted slightly, unable to voice out a word.

"You," you paused, pecking his forehead and backing off with a giggle—"are the prettiest" you whispered, kissing him on his lips. You part from him for a bit only to be pulled back in for more—it seemed that Itha wanted more.

The albino's red tinted cheeks felt warm in your palms, his cheeks shifting upwards as he smiles against your lips. "I doubt that I'm prettier than you" he mumbles against your lips. Breathless, you part with him, giggling slightly. "Silly boy, you are the prettiest" you grinned, rubbing your nose against his own affectionately.

Ithaqua shook his head, accepting your praise. He wonders if you'll ever get tired of calling him pretty.

The answer was no.

Lusty hues of sapphire blue peered up at you, admiring your pleasured expression from between your thighs. "I, Itha" you whined, tugging on his soft locks. "S, So pretty for me" you slurred through your moans, giggling when his eyebrows furrow.

Where did your shy sweetheart go? there was no trace of him—there wasn't an inch of reserve in the man devouring your sensitive sex. Calloused hands gripped onto the plush of your hips, practically smothering the lower portion of his face.

"H, Honey, s, slow down!" you squealed, tugging on his soft locks; Ithaqua groaned, driven even further by your lewd noises and expressions.

"Mine, all mine" he murmured into your core, eyes drooping as he rested his tongue against your sensitive bits. "Mh, yes, all y, yours darling" you simpered, struggling to keep your breathing even.

"Ithaaa, you're so, so pretty like this" you smiled, eyes forced shut as another wave of white crashed down on you. The way you moaned his name so loudly sent shivers down his spine—he wanted, no, he needed to hear more of your noises.

He lifts you off his face, laying you down on the bed gently. He licks up the remnants of your orgasm using his fingers, smirking at you whilst he does so. He nuzzles up against your inner thigh, resting his cheek against it.

"Did I do good?" he asks in a soft voice, peppering kisses all over the expanse of your inner thighs, avoiding the sensitive area between them in order to let you rest.

With a helpless smile you nod, "My pretty boy did an amazing job" you praised, petting him. He purred against your skin, ignoring the discomfort he felt down below, that could wait till after you recovered your energy.

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[idv-sweethearts]

General ithaqua nsfw hcs? :333

Ithaqua NSFW Headcanons 🍬

Notes: NSFW (As implied by the title). I'm trying to break myself out of some writers block right now, so these might not be satisfactory.

♥︎ You won't get to this stage in your relationship for a while. After all, Ithaqua sees sex as a lot to share with someone. At this point, he's comfortable having his mask off around you, but he'd still prefer that the setting remain his dark bedroom. He's quite good at seeing in the dark, so he can navigate it well. Though if you can't see, he certainly wouldn't mind guiding your hands to where he'd like for them to go.

♥︎ As mentioned in another post, he'd prefer to be clothed for the first few times. Just as an extra layer of security, in case he decides this kind of thing just isn't for him. But, thanks to you, he'll soon find that it is.

♥︎ He's inexperienced, but he has a basic idea of what to do and he's a fast learner. While the concept of virginity means absolutely nothing to him, it means a lot that you're the one helping him learn his preferences.

♥︎ As stated in other posts, he is a giggly bitch and he'll giggle more as his initial slight nervousness fades, since being close to you has put him in a good mood.

♥︎ He doesn't need a special occasion or an excuse to have sex with you. Just as long as you're both in the mood and the situation is appropriate, he's more than willing.

♥︎ While he's versatile, he's more of a top than a bottom. More gentle and caring than not, but if pain is something you crave, you could talk him into leaving a few bites. Just promise him it's something you're really, truly okay with.

♥︎ He doesn't care for giving anal enough to suggest it, but he enjoys receiving it. Giving and receiving oral are enjoyable for him as well.

♥︎ Once he figures out what you like, he'll be more inclined to tease, to the point where you might have to tell him to get to the point. Ensuring both of you are satisfied and relaxed is ultimately his top priority though.

♥︎ Watching you gradually become more and more of a mess because of him is a sight he cannot help but adore. He can't preserve the sight in his mind forever and he doesn't own a camera nor would be be inclined to use one, so it seems he'll just have to settle for making a mess of you again and again.

♥︎ All that being said, he wouldn't mind it if you took on a more dominant role once in a while. He'd prefer to be touched slowly and gently so he can really focus on how it feels and the closeness of it all.

♥︎ Restraining him is something to introduce slowly, but he'll get comfortable with trying it in time. And soon, he will also come to crave being at your mercy, allowing himself to become absorbed in all the ways you can make him feel.

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[zuruthekitsune]

Ethereal blue irises...

So I got an inquiry from one person (warm regards if you're reading this, let me know if you like it) about whether I'll be writing stories and headcanons at some point in the future, because as Ithaqua simp there's nothing left to read. So that's about it and here it is. It may not be the idea originally intended, but it's there!

This is my first story I'm publishing, so it can be quite chaotic, however, there has to be that first time sometime!

Enjoy your reading! .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Tw: none Ship: Ithaqua x Reader (female)

IMPORTANT I am very sorry if the text contains errors but as I said English is not my native language, so the text is translated by a translator. However, I try to check to the best of my ability that the text is coherent.

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Everyone knew that matches with the Night Watch were tough because of his aggressive attitude and lack of mercy. He was cunning, quick and clever. He thought ahead, knowing almost the next move of his prey. You have often played with him before, and you have usually managed to escape. Is this a coincidence? Or did the hunter himself not want to kill you? This is most likely known to Ithaqua himself.

Another match, but this time on Leo's Memory map. You didn't like this map. Your clothing was not suited to the cold of this map. In addition, that often the other survivors liked to throw snowballs by surprise, which ended up with snow under your collar and jaws of teeth.

. . .

You ran over to the machine, which you began to decode. Your slightly reddened fingers hit the metal buttons of the machine, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine. Along with you in the match were Vera, Fiona and Frederick. The match itself promised to be a good one, and fortunately, you were not the first target of the hunter, which turned out to be Ithaqua. Vera managed to hold off the Nightwatchman long enough for 2 of the 5 machines to be done, at which point she fell. 

You saw from a distance how she was aggressively planted in a chair by Ithaqua. You didn't like watching this, particularly because you managed to get to know at least a little bit of Ithaqua himself, who doesn't seem to be, the monster he thinks he is. You saw in him a lost man with a tragic past. You managed to exchange a few sentences in the garden when he had no way of escaping from your person, but now was not the time to reflect on what kind of man Ithaqua really is. What mattered now was the match and bringing about a win or at least a draw. 

You were about to run to midfield, but you were forestalled by Fiona, so you turned back to the machine, which was already half done. In the back of your mind, you asked for the match to end quickly and with a victory for you-survivors. 

. . .

The match was slow-going, but by this time, the balance of victory had tipped in favor of the hunter. The last machine remained, but you were injured after protecting Frederick’s giving with your body. He tried to hold Ithaqua as long as he could so that you would have time to make the last machine, but you did not make it, and Frederick was put down and thus sent back to the mansion. 

You were left alone, injured and with no idea where the dungeon was, which was the only sensible solution. With caution, you began to traverse the map, asking the heavens not to meet Ithaqua, who would probably show you no mercy, because a game is a game.... And you had no hope that he would become kind to you and let you escape the dungeon. 

You finally found the dungeon, and your eyes flashed slightly, but very quickly your face grinned when you noticed Ithaqua standing by it, who was now playing with his lantern by lightly hitting it with his metal claws against the glass of his lantern, which gave off a soft, warm yellow glow. 

Instantly, your heart went up to your throat as you took a quick step backwards and dove behind the wall, causing the snow beneath your feet to crunch, making a sound loud enough for the hunter to hear.  

"Mmm? I know you're here...". Which made you hold your breath and cover your mouth with your hand because your heart was beating very fast, so in a moment of not thinking much, you took off running ahead, showing your position to the hunter, whose face showed a sly smile that was hidden under his mask. 

"Silly girl... Do you think you can escape me?". The excitement of the possibility of another 'hunt' was palpable in his words. You didn't look back but ran ahead, jumping over windows and pallets, but at one point you felt an unpleasant cold sensation that surrounded you and then suddenly pulled you back so that you hit your back against the hunter's stomach, letting out a shuddering breath. You felt fear paralyze your body as the bloody, ice axe blade dropped in front of you. It would only take one move on the part of the Night Watch to send you to your knees by painfully cutting your legs. 

"Mmm?" You heard a quiet, confused murmur from the man behind you. "It's not an everyday sight for my prey to stand still...". You didn't know what the hunter behind you was doing now. You only heard the typical sound of clothing materials rubbing against each other, which let you know of the hunter's movement behind you. 

You held your breath as you felt a hand come down on your shoulder and then tighten, forcing you to turn to face the hunter, whose ethereal blue irises bore into you as if trying to devour you, which only made your body tremble and goosebumps appear on your back.

"Why aren't you running away?" He hovered suddenly, causing you to reflexively take a step backwards in fear, forgetting the wait that was the cause of your fall and hissing in pain through the cut. You raised your gaze quickly back to the hunter, who was staring impassively at your figure with his head slightly tilted. You tried to get anything out of yourself, but no words were able to squeeze through your throat, clenched with fear, only quiet pouting and shuddering breath finding an outlet.

"Hmm... Killing you will no longer give me any pleasure.... What's the pleasure in killing an unmoved animal...?". The man's voice seemed resigned when, with a sudden quick movement, he grabbed your hand and pulled, making him hold you over his shoulder flipped like a sack of potatoes. You knew he must have been strong.... after all, he was wielding an axe with one hand.... but you didn't think a seemingly frail man could carry another person on his shoulder. Although? Your body was small and light as a feather, even to other survivors. 

 "W-Where are you taking me...? W-What do you want to do with me? Why don't you just kill me...?". You rattled off many questions to the man, but he answered none of them, so being resigned, you didn't speak but stared at the ground, hoping for a miracle that the Night Watch didn't want to play with his prey like a cat with food, but your eyes opened wider when the noise of the dungeon reached those ears. You rose slightly, supporting yourself with the hands you placed on the hunter's shoulder blade. "W-What...? Wh-Why...? W-.. Waait!". You shouted as you suddenly felt yourself falling into the black abyss, and all you could see before the blackness filled your field of vision were the hunter's ethereally blue irises and that slight... sincere smile...?

"Why did he do that...?" The question echoed in your head as you closed your eyes, only to suddenly catch your breath and open your eyes wide as you now lay on your soft bed, staring at the ceiling, analyzing the entire match and the hunter's behavior. 

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Thank you for reading!

If you have any story ideas, let me know! I'll try to put your idea into practice!

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[ithaquass]

୨୧ Ithaqua (Night Watch)

→ general dating headcanons !

cw none, gender neutral s/o

ithaqua general headcanons

︎︎♡ He probably has some trust issues because of his past, along with the fear of abandonment..

Ithaqua might suspect you at first, but if you ever manage to catch his eye, you’ll see a side of him that no one else ever could.

︎︎♡ It may take a lot of time, effort and patience to finally make him trust you, but once he does, you’ll become his whole world!

︎︎♡ Ithaqua needs a lot of reassurance. He is still struggling with himself, so if you could remind him how much you love him and that you are never going to leave him alone, you'll make him the happiest man alive.

︎︎♡ He will demonstrate his affection to you on little things. Maybe at first he won’t say it out loud, but he will show you that he loves you, in other ways..~

︎︎♡ Most of the times he controls himself pretty well, but sometimes his craving for your touch is inevitable. He will be holding your face and caressing it with his thumb, with that sly smile on his face, without even noticing ;)

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[veranda-larkspur]

Fresh Snow, Rotting Flowers

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

"Reader, what did you wish for?"

A voice. Soft and sweet.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, Reader! Tell us!"

Two voices. Youthful and Mischievous at heart, yet contained in the present moment, as to not outshine as they often did.

"Um…"

"Reader."

Another voice. Comforting and warm…and familiar. It continues.

"You don't need to tell us. You have every right to keep it to yourself. Besides, don't you want it to come true? I have faith that any wish you make is for the good of us all. You're my daughter after all. "

Reader could hear the smile coming from the voice. She could smell the vague smell of smoke from off of his body, though he tried many times to wash off and change before the party, though with little effect.

Ah, yes. The Party. She remembers now.

It's simply a dream of the past. Of a conversation. Reader's mother had started it by asking what she had wished for. It was Reader's 10th birthday after all. What mother wouldn't wish to know what her dear daughter desired at such an age? Perhaps a pretty dress? Reader always had thought her mother's pale blue dresses were as beautiful as her mother herself. Well, before they were both covered in a deep red.

The twins were next. A boy and girl. They had prodded her even more. The two of them were always joined at the hip. Reader couldn't help but be a tad bit jealous of them. She was the oldest by five years. She had no one to be so synchronized with. But she was never angry at them. It just gave her more time for herself, though she was never neglected from their humorous plots and pranks. At least they were together in the end.

Lastly, it was her Father. He had the appearance of a scholarly man, with a lack of facial hair and cleanly-pressed shirts that Reader's mother had prepared. He had the habit of smoking in the garden. He knew that Reader's mother would get onto him had he gotten such a smell onto the furniture and cushions. He never complained though. Reader knew her father could, and often would spend all day looking at the various Pennyroyals, Asphodels, and Pheasant's-Eye Adonis's. Of course he would. He worked as a Botanist-Professor at a university in town. He had truly loved his work.

Reader would often sit with her father as he studied the plants in the garden, or in his homemade lab in the greenhouse. Her Father would always ask her questions about the subjects he studied and she would always answer. Reader never saw anything wrong with it, and she never complained. She was spending time with her father, and she was happy.

Reader was always joyful with her father around. As much as she cared for the rest of her family, she loved her father the most. She knew that despite loving everyone else in the family as well, her father loved her the most too. Maybe that's why she excused the funny taste that came from the candy that her father gave her sometimes. And why she excused the fact she always felt ill after eating them. Why she excused and disregarded the odd questions about the poisons her father grew.

Maybe she should've questioned her father more. Maybe she should've never eaten that odd candy her father gave heno matter his insistence. Maybe then the fighting would've never occurred.

The first fight Reader heard was when she was sick in bed, not too long after eating the candy her father gave her. She hadn't heard all of it, only bits and pieces as she was still a little delirious, but she had gathered that her mother was upset at her father because of the candy. She fell asleep not too long after that.

Every fight was like that. Reader would eat the candy, she would grow ill, then she would overhear an argument between her parents. Though after a while, the candy stopped making her sick. And the only sign that her parents had fought was the glare her mother gave. But she said nothing.

Reader never blamed her father though. Not when he cried over his papers in the greenhouse. And not when the party was over.

After the candles were blown out and everyone was in bed, a strange scent filled Reader's room. It smelled bitter and rotten. It smelled heavy. Why did it hurt to breathe? Why did it smell like foxglove?

Reader ran to the twins room, coughing loudly, banging on the door. She heard a similar coughing from behind it. Reader hit against the door as much as she could before, eventually, the coughing stopped. So Reader took a small table that was in the hall, and ran towards the door, bashing it open.

The twins were huddled against each other, eyes full of tears, and quiet.

Reader was more panicked than ever, and no matter how hard she coughed, the smell never left her lungs. In a tearful daze, Reader ran for her parents. Her mother, no, her father would know what to do! He knew his plants and poisons like the back of his hand! He could help the twins!

Reader fumbled with the knob on her parents door, and came in at just the right time to see her mother fall to the floor in pain. Her father stood above her body. Reader let out a shrill cry. She couldn't understand what was going on. She ran towards her mother. Reader's father turned to face his beloved daughter, and held her back before she could reach the woman on the floor, who was now losing blood at an alarming rate. There was already a puddle. Reader's father picked her up and held her against him, he was stronger than her, and had no issues keeping the flailing girl close to his chest. He hushed her, drowning out the terrified girls sobs. His hand held her head towards himself, not allowing her to look back at the woman, who was most certainly dead by now. Reader's father spoke, with such a saccharine sweet and comforting voice it was almost cruel.

Things like, "Don't cry, dear, I hare hearing such a thing."

"There's no need to morn such a vile group of people, Reader."

"You're the only one who matters, Darling, they weren't even our family."

That's what caught Reader's attention. Her Father noticed, and continued on,

"They weren't our family. The twins weren't mine. Not my children. Not like you. Your mother was a bad woman, Reader. Do you remember Mr. Blight? My old colleague?"

It's true, Reader remembered him. He was a handsome and charismatic man. He came over to the house often years ago, when father was at the university, more often than not. Her mother had said that her father asked him to come by to check on the two of them. Strangely, he always left before her father was home. Now she knew why.

"I knew about it the second that Jean and Annie were born. I've known all these years. But those parasites won't bother us again,"

Reader felt the large smile her father had adorned. He looked down at her, tilting his hand so she had no choice to look back up at him.

"Come with me, Reader. There's a whole world for us away from here. We must leave soon, I'll teach yo-"

Reader's father was cut off by sirens blaring outside. Police sirens. Were they surrounded?

Reader's father wasted no time in running through the house, despite the gas. At this point, Reader's coughing was getting worse. Her father gave her only a small pat on the back as an apology and he was dashing madly through the home.

But they were too late. As Reader's father exited through the door in the back of the house, they were surrounded by officers, all with their guns drawn, and aimed at the disheveled madman carrying his daughter.

Reader couldn't remember much of what happened next. She could only remember the garbled yelling of an argument between her far-gone father and an officer. The next thing she knew, the officer shot at her father and missed, hitting the house instead.

Next, it was all fire. The gas had to have been explosive. Reader and her father were sent flying, leaving only rubble in there wake. The last thing Reader heard before her consciousness faded was the familiar voice of her father, and his last words.

"What do you wish for, Reader?"

She woke with a start.

#identity v #idv #idv ithaqua #idv ithaqua x reader #ao3 fic wip #this is an x reader fic

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

#again this is super experimental but U__U im interested in doing the rest of the cast maybe #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #norton campbell x reader #ithaqua x reader #eli clark x reader #matthias czernin x reader #mike morton x reader #vera nair x reader #martha behamfil x reader #margaretha zelle x reader #aesop carl x reader #yidhra x reader #jack x reader #emily dyer x reader #lucky guy x reader #emil x reader #alice deross x reader #ada mesmer x reader

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Valentine’s Day: Ithaqua

My fav skins of Ithaqua doing the V day thing idk

rated mature | warning: drug (invisible man) and morningstar being weird (this normal for him tbh)

Normal Ithaqua:

“Are you saying you want to mate with me?”

“No, no! This is just a gift to you because I love you.”

“You have given me gifts before but this is different. Are you hinting you want to partake in a fertility ritual? There is no possible way I can help you create a child, (Name).”

“Ithaqua, love, that is not at all my intention.”

“Pity, I would like to mate with you though no child could come from our union.”

“Ithaqua!”

Snickering at the cost of you becoming embarrassed, “It's just a gift!”

“A gift. A symbolic one. I don't see why you should deny it being a mating gift. I gladly accept it.” Taking the ribbon off the box and placing it above your breast area, “I will return from my hunt in eight minutes.” You forgot he had a match today.

“Eight minutes? Isn't that a bit over-confident?”

“No one will get in the way of me having you tonight, (Name).” He is very serious, without his mask you can see how intensely he gazes at you like an owl to a mouse.

Morningstar!Ithaqua:

“This must have been a holiday our dear Sun permitted during my exile.” Examining the small circular box, “Hmm, a festival celebrating love.” He grins as you kneel at the foot of his throne, “How about we invite our dear eclipsed Sun to join us!?”

Your eyes widen as you keep your head down, hands gripping the fabric of your gown Helel makes you wear— Easy access to his Moon.

“Yes, he should join in on this day of debauchery and decadence! You shall be our mitigator and puzzle piece to our poor yearning hearts.” That giggle of madness follows.

“As you wish, your grace.”

“And be sure to wear something easy to rip off! You are our treat to devour until the following sunrise.” He waves you off dismissing you.

White Knight!Ithaqua:

The gift is presented to you while you are still in bed and sitting there attempting to fully wake up, the knight placing it on your lap as he kisses your shoulder up to your neck.

“Valentine's Day?”

“What do you think I forgot?” Resting his cheek against your shoulder, “Go on open it.” Tapping the white box.

You carefully open the box and then smile at the misshapen chocolates with a small card on top.

“His Majesty's idea.”

“And you helped.” Taking his hand and kissing the back of his palm, you say, “Thank you.” Then you frown, “I don't have a gift for you… Either of you.”

“I'll take you staying in bed all day as a gift.”

“I bet you would, Ithaqua,” Rolling your eyes.

“This was made not expecting something in return,” Kissing your shoulder again, “His Majesty also freed his schedule this afternoon for us to join him at the festival in town.”

You smile.

Invisible Man!Ithaqua:

“Happy Valentine's Day, my dear!” Speaking to you, “Our first year together as a couple, how exciting.” Taking off his coat while he speaks, “Oh, you look beautiful. You always look beautiful, but especially right now.” Touching your face with his cold leather gloved hands, “Red suits you, yes?”

You do not respond, the drugs in your system keeping you in a daze as you sit in a chair in front of a done-up table for the special occasion.

“White is my preference, but red sparks symbolize love and desire on this day. I know how much you adore your holidays. Anything for you, my heart.”

A flash makes you groan.

“Sorry, I know that was too bright but one more.” Another photograph is taken along with a flash, “There for our collection. It is important to document every important event in our new lives, (Name).”

He makes you nod.

“So glad you agree!”

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you #idv x you #ithaqua x you #identity v ithaqua #ithaqua x reader #idv ithaqua #night watch x reader #night watch idv #night watch x you

[limerencedisorder]

One more! Take one more f'me.. Please?

Ithaqua x Afab!Reader

cw: Smut, Breeding kink, Coming inside (Multiple times), Mean(ish)!Dom Ithaqua, OOC Ithaqua, No specified pronouns, Called pretty, guys i rlly hate writing poem like so i didnt use that for ithaqua, Porn without plot, Overstim, Slut/Whore shaming, Mating press but it's prolly not obv el o el, Short😱😱

MINORS DNI

(i couldnt help but write another smut of him because he knows damn well what he was doing when he spreaded them legs open. not proofread btw)

"Nnno moree.." You slurred over your words while Ithaqua continued to grind into you harshly. You don't know if you were going insane but he's been going at it for at least over thirty-five minutes..

He's came at least twice and you can't even keep track of how much you've made a mess all over him.

He's not very nice about it either. Calling you a slut and a whore for wanting him to breed you in his new outfit. Soft grunts leave his mouth as he shuts his eyes that are currently covered by his mask.

"You're- Ahn- So disgusting for wanting me to give you a baby you in this outfit." He grinned, gripping your thighs that were currently over his shoulders- oh so tightly.

Tears rolling down your face from the overstimulation. "Can't take it anymore? Aww~ Look at you.. You're so pretty when you cry." He cooed. "Don't you wanna be stuffed with my babies? Is that not what you wanted?" He asked in a soft tone.

At first, the thought of starting a family with Ithaqua wasn't horrible. You wondered what it would be like to have a child with him. (Also to be fucked by him in his new outfit) Unfortunately, it didn't end too well.. When you told him you'd like to start a family while he was in his new attire, he didn't even spare you. Not once.

Now here he is, stuffing you full of his fat cock, overstimulating your cute little cunt. "Feel good?" He questioned. You whined and squirmed beneath him.

"Such a slut for my cock." He chuckled, grinding harder, closely watching your overstimulated face mold into pleasure.

"Itha I'm g'nna-!" You came for the nth time. More tears rolling from your face. Overstimulation consuming your body.

"Can't.. I can't.." You cried out. Him chasing his high. Loud pitched moans coming from your soft lips, arching your back from the immense pleasure.

He came, again- inside of you, hoping to fill you a little bit more with his cum. Both of you breathe heavily as he came down from his high.

"Ithaqua-"

"One more! Take one more f'me.. Please?"

#identityv ithaqua x reader #identity v smut #ithaqua x reader #shitpost #i like men #identity v ithaqua #identity v #idv smut #idv x reader #idv ithaqua #send help #guys im going insane #again #el o el

[lumierexfics]

Chat Log Name : Holiday Event!

❆ Chat Log Description: Happy holidays! I made this event for fun again because the holidays are coming up which is amazing! The deadline is January 1st of next year (which may seem like a long way but it’s actually really close!) Requests [ 0 out of 7] written…

What type of gift was it?

Secret Gift, No AU

Books, Academic AU

Music box, Time traveler AU

Crown, Royalty AU

A book from their favorite author, Bookstore AU

Lasso, Cowboy AU

Jar of stars, Celestial AU

Pearl jewelry, Mermaid AU

Wedding Rings, Arranged Marriage AU

Matching red bracelets, Red string AU

A mug, Coffee shop AU

A sketchbook, Artist & Muse AU

Opera gloves, Regency AU

Heart, Soulmate mark AU

Mirror, SAGAU / Self-Aware AU (Video games only if requested!)

What type of box is it?

A brown box, Enemies to lovers

A neatly decorated box, Academic rivals to lovers

Familiar yet unfamiliar box, Childhood friends to lovers

A box with heart designs, First love

Subtle letter and discreet box, Forbidden love

Favorite color box with matching tape, Similarities attract

Blue box and orange tape, Opposites attract

Painted wooden box, Friends

Finally, what bow to put on the box!

Yellow bow, Angst

Pink bow, Fluff

Green bow, Thriller

Silver bow, Fantasy

⇗ Special Edition! ⇖

Autumn Prompt List

Cozy Autumn Prompts

Spooky & Autumn Prompts

Falling in Fall

Dialogue For Jacket Sharing

Winter Prompt List

Winter Activity List

Winter Date List

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[ithaquakisser]

Look Only At Me

Synopsis; Your eyes are his and only his. Why must you look someone else's way?

CW; Unhealthy relationship, obsession, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, suggestive themes, slight NSFW

MINORS DNI. (18+)

WC; ≈1.2K

Note; I was going through it writing this because I literally made myself blush— 😭 I had a lot of fun writing this though, that's for sure! I noticed "Desire" received so many notes so I decided to write something similar to it. I have to admit I am a bit embarrassed since this was a bit self-indulgent... But I hope you guys enjoy! 🫶 (This was written at 3am...)

Ithaqua gravely detested you. Your presence brought about such profound feelings of resentment in his heart. Such utter feelings of indignation must be buried in silence. Let the wind cry and roar in spite of your presence whilst you turn a blind eye to his misery. Must you pull at his heartstrings each time you part your lips to speak? Must you leave him in dismay every moment your eyes avert from his?

What shall he do to put an end to such torment? What could remedy such agony? You were akin to a dove, oh so pure, so lovely, oh so naive. You dared not turn his way. You were a mere dove, one that he wishes to sink his teeth into. One that he longs to maintain for his selfish desires. One that he yearns to pluck your beloved white feathers and leave you flightless. That way, you could never leave him.

You were a nuisance. You were nothing more but a burden to him. Yet, why must the wind cry upon your absence? He could never bring himself to understand such a thing. Must you cast him aside like worthless dross? Let your eyes wander, longing for something, someone more than him. Such a thought only churns feelings of displeasure. Ithaqua bit his lip in vexation, for he believed this was something he shan't ever let happen.

Your chest heaved sporadically whilst you panted. The distinctively tall hunter towered over you, his ice axe in hand as droplets of crimson met the snow beneath your feet. A flame ignited in his ember eyes as it locked with yours, he could hear his heart beating brutally in ire while he gazed upon your face of dismay. A sly leer on his face as he approached you. You took a step back, letting out a shaky gasp as you met the walls behind you.

Your teammates were nowhere to be seen or heard. In the distance, you could faintly hear cipher machines. The young male had dropped his ice axe behind him, hunching over slightly to meet your face. Raven hues fixated onto yours, he was abnormally close for comfort. “Ithaqua…?” You uttered breathily. With a menacing smile beneath his mask, he gripped your face, causing you to yelp.

“Y/N… Why must you torment me so? Do you hate me, Y/N?” Ithaqua spoke your name like a prayer, an incantation. “Why do you avoid me?” He interrogated with a scowl. “Are you… afraid of me, Y/N?” He lifted your chin to face him, his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. “No… Of course not, Ithaqua.”

“Then… Why do you run from me, Y/N?” Ithaqua gripped your face tighter, his nails sinking lightly into your skin. Your heart fiercely pounded against your chest as he spoke. Snowflakes licked at your hair as scarlet beads spilled from your lips from your earlier encounter. “Tell me… Do I scare you?” He probed as he ran his thumb over your bloodied lips.

“Fear certainly wouldn’t look like this, now, would it…?” Leisurely, you reached your trembling hands towards his mask. You pulled it off, letting it drop to the snow beneath the two of you. A shade of scarlet red painted over his pale cheeks as his onyx eyes met yours, taken aback by your gesture. A faint cool breeze grazed against both of your skins as he leaned closer, releasing his grip on you.

Ithaqua intertwined his hands with yours instead, pinning them against the wall as he leaned toward the crook of your neck. “Don’t you run from me anymore.” He murmured, his hot breath against your skin. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled in response. “Must you always look someone else’s way?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” You repeated yourself like a broken record. You could not bear to upset him like this. “Then promise me one thing, Y/N.” “Yes, Ithaqua?” He leaned in close to your ear, his thumb caressing your hand as he whispered. -“Look only at me.”-

“Of course…” You obliged. “Good…” His lips curled into a small smile as he tenderly kissed your neck. You winced as he scraped his teeth against your bare neck, Ithaqua emitting a small chuckle in response. “Relax…” His warm tongue ran over your flesh, sinking his teeth into you as he sucked. You moaned as he trailed love bites down your neck, working himself down to your collarbone. You called out his name under your breath, lost in his touch.

You had flinched upon the sound of sirens wailing throughout the vicinity. “Ithaqua—” The hunter silenced you, placing a slender finger on your lips. “We’re not done yet.” Spoke the male as he raised your chin, his lips brushing against yours. You melted into the kiss, enveloping your arms around his waist.

Oh, how he gravely detested you. How you'd so easily succumb to him. How you'd still beam at him regardless of his actions. It all made him sick, sick to his stomach. Sick in ways he still didn't quite understand. Perhaps, his heart would find peace with you wrapped around his finger. Seeing it all come into play as you melted upon his touch. He wondered how far is it that you can go. How long is it before you break?

A hand intertwined with his, and another buried deep into his platinum waves. His soft lips were pressed against yours, your tongue dancing with his. Ithaqua's face was flushed with a ruby tint, burning against your skin. Small strands of hair brushed upon your warm cheeks, his body pressed against yours. He was greedy in every way, shape, and form. His touch demonstrates his burning desire, one that is everlasting.

His fingers trailed down your body, begging for more of your touch. He tasted the bitter, metallic taste of blood from your lips, a piece of work done by his own hands. He left you breathless, gasping for air, pleading for more. A thin strand of saliva connected you two, his touch lingering on your skin. The hunter dared not look at you, unable to comprehend the feelings churning inside of him.

How greatly he wanted to strike you down at that very moment. The very moment you laid your delicate eyes on him with such adoration. How dare you gaze upon him with great delicacy? How dare you stir these feelings in his heart? These were all words left unspoken as he reached a trembling hand towards you. Ithaqua's heart pounded frantically in his chest as you took his hand into yours. He wished he could run away, hide away from you, you who brings him torment.

You never cease to pull at his heartstrings like a lyre, and he despised you for it.

Warm rays of sunshine shone upon your face as you awoke in the manor once again. Disoriented you were, you had no recollection of the events that occurred subsequently. You trailed your fingers down your neck, the sound of wind ringing in your ears like chimes. Your cheeks were tinted a shade of carmine, and the series of events prior replayed in your mind ever so vividly. His lips on your cold neck, his fingers tracing stars into your skin. He had left you with a feeling you never felt before in your chest.

Yet, oh, how he detested you so.

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[teabreakpancakes]

Hi it’s been a while but I was wondering if you would continue the s/o with an inappropriate skin but maybe for Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli and Alva this time?

Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli, Alva, and Ithaqua's S/O with an inappropriate costume

Genre: Fluff, Some NSFW

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Bi'an is first to see you in your lovely little outfit, now, don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores every part of you—every, but he doesn't like it when such a beautiful sight like you attracts unwanted attention. He could feel himself fuming as he witnessed Norton ogling you, whistling and even closing the distance between you two to tease you. But Bi'an smiled with delight when you pushed the prospector away with a scoff, shoving him away with the handle of your whip.

The white guard talked to his counterpart, smiling benignly once they came to an sound decision. With a wave of the tall hunter's hand, they surrender the match—it's just a quick round, nothing serious.

"Please safely transport me and survivor (Name) to the same location" he requested, adjusting his grip on the umbrella as the survivors received the notice. The background fades to black before light returns, the scenery changing to the familiar interior of his bedroom.

You appear to be confused initially but Bi'an doesn't allow you to register anything before pulling you into the shared space within the umbrella. You're met face first with Wujiu's broad chest as Bi'an and Wujiu smother you between their chests, holding you captive.

they discarded of the whip, finding the sight of it unpleasant

wu is very handsy, so is bi'an; bi'an's touch is so light that it leaves you antsy, but wu makes up for it because his hands never leave you

wu's hands wander a lot—be it out of curiosity or smth else

they're both very possessive of you, but wu is alright with them staring, bi'an on the other hand wants to keep those images of you between him and fan

wujiu is intrigued by the assortment of textures on your clothing, tracing the little details with his finger

bi'an just knows it's miss nightingale's doing because she handles everything related to their clothing

they much prefer seeing you in proper clothing, but they tell you you look beautiful regardless

if you squirm too much, they feel more inclined to tease you until you actually say something

they question you about the heels, they found out that they hurt so they threw them away too :)

You're pushed up against's Wujiu, trembling with desire as the two men bury their noses into your neck. "What was that sweet thing? speak up so we can hear you" Fan whispers with a grin, his thumbs rubbing dangerously close to the heated area between your inner thighs. Bi'an smiles, trailing kisses from your neck and up to your lips.

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎

He was surprised by your appearance and baffled to witness such behavior from you. His S/O, the one he knows and treasures, wouldn't be such a flirt, he couldn't even imagine you wearing something a common whore would display herself in at a bar!

"Amore," Antonio calls out, approaching you from behind. His hands wrap around your waist and he kneels so his head is close to your own. "Why did you storm off? Have I upset my beloved?" he spoke, his voice soft, abandoning his role as hunter in the match to console his darling.

He pays no mind to the two survivors he captured being rescued, waving them away. "Get off of m, me, w, we're in public you fool..!" you squirm as he kisses your neck, nuzzling against you. A tendril-like lock of his hair sneaks around your hand, chucking away the whip that put you under it's wretched influence.

You melted completely into his touch, smiling contentedly. "Feeling better?" he questioned in a soft manner, pressing a kiss onto your forehead once you nodded. With a wave of his hand, he surrenders the match, reappearing in your shared bedroom once the survivors were notified.

antonio treats you like royalty most of the time; the sole ruler of his heart and mind

he knows you like the back of his hand

the moment he laid his eyes on you, he could sense that something was off

it's not the first time miss nightingale has done something like this

"does miss nightingale bear a grudge against me?"

he doesn't mind if you dress like that but he knows you wouldn't like to be seen wearing that

tends to touch you more with his hands in private, he does so in public as well but discreetly—well, unless you plead for him to touch you

he frowned at the sight of the whip initially

carried you around until you took the heels off

thinks you look ravishing but he won't touch you until you're away from prying eyes

"Tesoro..~" Antonio whispered into your ears, hands warm against your bare waist. His locks traced patterns up and down your body, smiling against your neck as you shivered in his lap. "You smell amazing, delectable even," he praised, peppering kisses all over your neck. "Enough for me to want to eat you" he chuckled darkly, enjoying the way you seemed to keen for more with your body.

𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

"Brooke, can you look for them?" Eli requested, typing away at his cipher machine by memory when his owl takes off in search of you. He ponders upon something the manor's tailor mentioned to him before the match, something about a pleasant surprise?. He could only shrug upon hearing the information, not thinking much of it initially.

Brooke flies around before zeroing into a figure wearing a... revealing clothing? 'Is that them?' Eli blinked in surprise, cheeks heating up at the sight of you.

"B, Brooke, show me their location" Eli stammers, vaulting over the open window of the factory to get a speedbost, rushing over to your location. He could feel cold sweat dripping down his face as he chanted 'Don't hit the hunter please' like a mantra.

He scoops you up into his arms just before your whip made contact with the Ripper's face—he gets that the Ripper made some rather interesting comments but you didn't have to do it in a match of all places. He stared at you with a bewildered gaze, as you went on to hit him lightly with the whip, talking about how "foolish he was for taking you away from someone that needed disciplining".

he only found out that your behaviour was caused by the accessory bc it fell out of your hands on the way to the exit gate

he teased you about it a bit, only continuing bc your flushed cheeks were adorable !

he didn't even know his lover could be speak like that, you're normally so sweet, who knew you could be so cocky and bossy

he would praise you just to see how you'd react—he wonders how you'd react to more.. inappropriate compliments

he rushed over partly bc he wanted to avoid the outcome of you getting reprimanded for harming a hunter, but mainly because he wanted to cover you up and steal you away before anyone else could lay their eyes on you

his hands yearn to roam over the expanse of your skin but he's far too shy for that

his desire only ever flared up after meeting you, how bad do you think it is?

"So pretty" he praised, words slurred as if drunk, and though he's unable to see, all his other senses work perfectly fine, working well enough to drive him near the brink of insanity with just your scent. His hands itch to tear the fishnets right off—the very thing keeping him from what was between your legs.

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙

Alva has encountered quite a lot of things in his life, pursuing the art of Science could only mean endless ideas and concepts after all. He admits that your current behaviour could serve as an object of interest. He could only label it as one thing: out of character.

The way you trailed your hands up and down his upper body, shameless. The way you swayed your hips in an inviting and teasing manner, shameless. The way you pinned him down to the rocket chair, completely and utterly shameless.

But that all melted away once he took that cute little whip away. In the confines of his bedroom, he witnessed first-hand the way horror crept up your face, the way you spluttered and attempted to scramble off of his lap, oh how adorable and amusing you were.

He couldn't help but trap you between his arms and the bedframe, watching you tremble like a frightened little bunny. "What's wrong hm? you were so bold earlier, teasing me in front of all those survivors, don't you think I deserve a bit of revenge for all the humiliation?" he teased, his vacant hand ghosting over your sensitive chest.

now, don't get alva wrong, he enjoyed every bit of it, it's just so fun to see you shake before him—not with fear of course

the way you flaunted your body made his blood boil with annoyance, none of these people deserved to see your beauty

your behaviour is a perfect excuse for him to do whatever he pleases—anything to see your cute self whining and whimpering

those heels are quick to come off—he doesn't want your feet hurting

he could criticise the design of the clothing for hours actually—it is not good for cold weather

he wonders about how quickly he can turn you into a mess without doing anything

he wants to see if he can get you to wear frilly lace clothing

"don't shy away now, i only do this because i absolutely adore you"

"Don't pout, I won't tease much anymore" he smiled, pulling you into his chest. But of course, he doesn't mean that, entirely at least. His hand finds its way between your legs once more, and he could only coo as you writhed and whimpered against him, whispering sweet praises into your ears.

𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀

Ithaqua scooped up a bit of snow into his gloved hands before flinging it in a random direction. He was too tired to chase after any survivors today, he was only participating in this match because another hunter pulled out for some mysterious reason that he didn't bother to find out.

He leaned on his ice pick, bored out of his mind, until you called out to him. "I, Itha" you cried out softly, sniffling as you peeked from behind the pallet; Ithaqua raised an eyebrow behind his mask, why did you sound so bothered? he wondered. "Yes? what's wrong?" he responded, his interest piqued.

"C, Cold" you shivered, beckoning him over. He rolled his eyes, walking over to you and into the building. "Alright alright, come h, here?" he spoke, stammering upon seeing your whole body. The straps wrapped around your thighs so snuggly, and the entire outfit just seemed to make you even more alluring than you already were.

"Itha, don't stare..!" you squeaked, covering your body with your shaking hands. The hunter snaps out of his stupor, hastily pulling you into his coat before surrendering; However, in his bedroom, he decides to take it a step further in warming you up.

he likes the way you press against him for warmth

ithaqua loves skin-to-skin contact, cuddles are best when he can feel your warmth on his icy skin

he immediately wraps himself around you and keeps you in his arms

his hands can't help but wander really, have you seen the way the plush of your thighs practically beckons his hands over for a squeeze?

his hands rub up and down, excusing it as a way to warm you up—no matter how close they were to your sensitive parts

he's touchy and possessive, but only with you

he wants to mark his territory, he grits his teeth whenever he thinks about the chance of others seeing you so vulnerable

"Are you warm now?" he husked out, caressing your inner thigh. You bite back whines as he rubs over your heated chest, unable to answer as he made it harder to speak coherently. "P, Please Itha! m, more" you cry out, breaking under his relentless teasing.

ah, i miss this lmfao

edit: why tf were there so many errors

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #idv x reader #idv x gn reader #idv eli clark x reader #idv seer x reader #idv alva lorenz x reader #idv hermit x reader #idv ithaqua x gn reader #idv ithaqua x reader #idv night watch x reader #idv antonio x reader #idv violinist x reader #idv wu chang x reader #idv xie bian x reader #idv fan wujiu x reader #identity v x reader

[idv-sweethearts]

I love love LOVE your writing and the way you write ithaqua🙏 could u do aftercare with him aswell? ^.^

Ithaqua Aftercare Headcanons 🍬

Notes: NSFW (Just the aftercare.)

♥︎ So I've always seen Ithaqua as more of an outercourse person, so that he can keep his clothes on because he's more comfortable that way. But there may come a point where he decides it's time to take his clothes off and let himself be even more vulnerable.

♥︎ At around the time he lets you lie in his bed, he's become comfortable enough to take his mask off when it's just the two of you. He shares his face with one of the most horrible humans to ever walk the earth, but maybe in a dark bedroom, his flesh can be just his.

♥︎ Immediately after you've both decided you're satisfied, he wants to take a moment to check you for even the most insignificant injuries. Any place he may have accidently dug his nails into your skin or perhaps nibbled a bit if you requested that. To keep you safe and unharmed is something he strongly desires. If a bit of pain is what you request, he can be persuaded, but he's not comfortable with anything beyond a few small bites. Any mark he finds, he'll take good care of, examining it carefully and doing everything in his power to ensure that this nonexistent wound won't get infected or anything. He hasn't even broken the skin anywhere. He just worries about you sometimes.

♥︎ Earlier, I mentioned his desire to remain in his clothes because it's obviously going to affect clean-up. Whatever there is to clean, whether it be clothes or sheets or both, you'll handle it together. Also, it's registered in his mind by now that he's done well, so he's in a rather good mood. Expect for him to giggle a lot and sneak kisses whenever he can.

♥︎ Once you're both done cleaning, it's about time you two sleep. If you'd still like to and you have nowhere to go, he'd love for you to sleep in his bed. He wants for you to fall asleep in his embrace while he runs his fingers through your hair (Though if your hair texture won't allow it or your hair isn't long enough, he'd instead choose to caress your face) and whispers to you about all the good things tomorrow will bring. He has trouble sleeping, so he won't fall asleep for an hour or so. But knowing that he brought you enough comfort for you to fall asleep in his arms might make drifting off just a bit easier for him tonight because whatever may happen tomorrow, he knows you'll face it together.

#i am getting so many nice anons. #imagine me giving all of you nice people cupcakes or something #idv x reader #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #idv ithaqua x reader #idv night watch x reader

[kohabielnin]

Valentine Day Headcanons

I know it took me a while to do this, as classes make it a little difficult for me, this is another gift for someone very special to me, the @kaval0 💕

Norton Campbell

• Incredible as it may seem, he remembered the date and was prepared days before as he saw the children arranging things to give gifts to those they like,

• Everyone in the mansion was surprised when he handed you a flower and chocolates,

• Naib stole some chocolates just to tease Norton, as usual,

• His embarrassed look when he handed you the chocolates was really cute,

• Both Melly, Frederick and Alice wondered if he was actually sick,

• In general, no one in the mansion expected Norton to give you chocolates

Ronald of Ness

• He closed the theater so he could have time with just you,

• I always saw this skin as one of Norton's most romantic skins because he's an actor,

• This man is not very good at cooking, so the one who helped him with everything was Lady Truth,

• He compares you all the time to flowers, especially roses,

• For a whole day, you can wear his hat and mask,

• He called Mr. Inference to boast that he had company on Valentine's Day...

Naib Subedar

• You two ate the chocolates together, it was cute according to witnesses,

• He worked hard to make the chocolates and even harder not to eat them 💕

• Norton played little a with Naib, but he didn't care and ignored Norton,

• He was a little shy when it came to handing over the chocolate, as he had never done it before,

• Eli helped him have the courage to go talk to you and Brooke watched so Naib didn't give up halfway,

• Spending Valentine's Day with him was definitely a lot of fun

Morningstar

• He made his servants make a feast just for you,

• He just loves spoiling you, whether it's a holiday or just a regular day,

• There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't say he loves you out of fear of losing you,

• He made you a crown similar to his as a gift,

• He himself searched the entire kingdom for the most beautiful rose so he could give it to you,

• In general, Morningstar is a sweet, beautiful, perfect and sweetheart

Orpheus

• This man simply wrote the most romantic poem you've ever seen in your life, along with flowers and chocolate,

• Guess who had a pinky in the middle of one of the letters you received? Exactly, Little Girl,

• You two had a great day together,

• He took the day to listen to you talk about the books you like while giving your opinion about them too,

• He is very good with words, so sometimes he would say something or other to embarrass you, like a compliment in French that he learned from Frederick,

• There was no shortage of tea and cookies in the afternoon for you two

Bonus due to our zap/discord ship in which I am Frederick

Frederick Kreiburg

• Ok... you woke up hearing him playing your favorite song on the piano,

• If you ask him about this, you will only hear: "I feel like playing this song", with an indifferent pose as always,

• On the coffee table, there is a plate with some strawberries covered in chocolate and a handmade letter from him,

• He has a slight difficulty being romantic, but his small acts show that he cares a lot about you,

• He won't mind spending the day playing the piano for you if you wish,

• If you don't want him to spend the day playing the piano for you, he won't mind taking you somewhere relaxing with few people

#identity v x reader #naib subedar x reader #norton campbell x reader #ithaqua morningstar #ithaqua x reader #orpheus idv x reader #norton campbell ronald of ness