We Actually Don’t Talk About This Enough

I want to write for him but ive got such writers block

Identical. Absolutely Identical.

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Lady and the executioner

Short story of pyramid head and his wife （≧∇≦）

(Made up character!!)

Lady pyramid head is a priestess in the grounds of silent hill they are opposites of pyramid heads who served as punishment

Pyramid heads were often paired up with the ladies as protectors since they don’t do killings or executions

But one specific pyramid imprinted on one priestess for life…

It was a eerie quiet day in silent hill plus the rotting corpses and the smell of blood lingering in the air

A priestess and her protector strolled down the street, her low humming coming out from her helmet and his loud sword dragging behind him scrapping the ground

She stopped mid step as she noticed a twitching monster on the ground making her moan in slight displeasure, and like clockwork he grabbed the monster by it’s ankle before tossing it far from them

She hummed in appreciation making him stiff a bit even after those years he still felt warm after her praise

The two couldn’t speak since they were manifested with no use of verbal language but the two could still understand each other with moans, groans, hums and body language which made it interesting to some

She elegantly leads the way while he followed behind like a magnet trying to connect to another. Eventually the two made it back to a area they called home which was in the underground beneath a run down hotel

She slowly sat down on the chair while he dropped his sword and stood in front of her

She hummed in curiosity while looking up at him, he slowly bumped his helmet to hers softly making a soft clank. It was their way of showing affection since obviously they couldn’t kiss or do any of that especially when the wore helmets that restricted it.

She moaned softly with affection before bumping hers against his back, he dropped to his knees making the room shake due to his heavy weight before holding her hands in his. No matter what he was always gentle with her even when he could easily skin someone with his bare hands

She tilted her head a bit as she watched him grasp her hands, he huffed before interlocking their hands together with a gentle grip. She hummed softly before squeezing his back in return which made him feel that familiar warm feeling in his cold body

She softly bumped her helmet against his once more before he returned the gesture and the two sat there leaning against each other’s helmet in comfortable silence…

Let me hear your war cry!! XD

Happy Halloween 🎃

In my restless dreams, I see that meow

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

i want all three of them so badly

A Proper Husband

To Know: wife!reader is shorter than Arthur , fluff and fluff only mwuah

When Arthur came back to the camp from the mayor's party in St Denis, you were all over him. His hair was combed, his suit was tailored nicely, everything you didn't think your mud loving husband could become.

He came back a few hours after dinner and you gasped at the mere sight of him. "Who is this handsome, proper and dressed up fellow?" You gush, walking up to him to adjust his blazer. He chuckles as a response, standing still so you could admire him longer. "Your husband, ma'am." He clears his throat and plays along, ears warm and stomach tingly from the sudden affection.

"Ah! And you combed!" You gush even more, pulling his tall stature down to press kisses all over his face, tickled by his stubble. And he squints everytime you brush your lips near his eyes. You're just not used to seeing him all cleaned up for a party, the last time you did was your wedding and unfortunately, it only lasted for a while!

"Get a room." John sneers as he walks past the two of you. You finally stop kissing him and cup his face gently. You were about to say something again but the setting was just perfect. Javier was singing and playing his guitar, and everyone in camp was either getting ready for bed or dancing with one another.

"I would love to be danced by a suited man once in a while." You grin cheekily, tip toeing your fingers up his shoulder. He laughs as a response, quick to grab your hands on his shoulder to bring you closer to the source of the music.

You both swung with each other, danced left and right, maybe stepped on one another's foot once or twice and tracked dirt all over his expensive dress pants. But at least you had a great time with the love of your life. And it's not often you see your husband in a clean getup!

And so, your night consisted of countless kisses and giggles, dancing and singing. You couldn't have had it any other way.