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Husband Nyx hcs? Could you do a mix of sfw and nsfw- if not just nsfw is fine.

This one’s for @hanalwayssolo because, like, Nyx IS your husband yeah? O_O lol

Husband Nyx Headcanons- SFW + NSFW

sweetest cinnamon roll hubby you will ever have the pleasure of being bonded to for life

he’s your best friend first and your lover next– if you ever have any issues or problems, best know you can turn to your life partner to rant/cry 

honestly he cried when he watched you walk down the aisle towards him– you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on

(yes even when you’re just out of bed and coming back from a field mission without having had a shower for four days straight)

he loves to tease you, only to see your nose scrunch up in annoyance; he’ll stop when you threaten to throw all his bedding out onto the couch

spoiler alert: even when you do this you end up joining him on the couch because you need your night time cuddles and you’re ashamed of admitting this so you just keep quiet and do what makes you happy

what makes you happy is what makes Nyx happy

he tried making you breakfast once but he burned everything and then in an attempt to get rid of the evidence of burned toast he literally incinerated it with his flames and set off the over-head fire sprinklers in your apartment

you were not impressed, but his drowned puppy look was waaay too cute to be angry at

sex with your husband is fantastic– he will go slow, he will go fast, he will go soft and he will go hard; whatever you want, he will do

just when he’s gotten off a really shitty and tiresome mission, get ready for the most tender sex of your life

this last for a few hours so you will most likely find yourself begging your husband to hurry it up and give you your sweet release

he’ll most likely just pepper your face in kisses and move even slower

“i want to feel you and memorise you and just remember just how much i belong to you…”

He’s a romantic through and through– he’s done the whole rose petals and candles thing in the bedroom; he also slipped on said rose petals while making waggly eyes at you and then promptly burned himself on the candles he fell on– he’s got the scars to prove it

he will go anything to see you laugh, and when you have your rough patches (as all healthy relationships do) he will feel shitty for making you cry

when you do have spats, he will keep his distance from you, and will only communicate via text– you know he’s over the whole thing when he starts using irrelevant emojis in his texts again

he will want to have kids, and he will want at least four; he’s super respectful of your goals and dreams though and will not pressure you to have kiddies until you’re ready– that being said he’s the one who goes to the department stores and stares longingly at the cute bunny onesies imagining his tiny tot toddling along wearing them

he’s got three pairs of tiny baby shoes and socks just in his bottom dresser drawer because they make his heart constrict with paternal warmth

gods he’s so in love with the idea of sharing a family with you– he wants to have a family with you

Nyx, outside of his incredibly dangerous job, is the PERFECT husband. Which is why it’s tragic that his job takes him away, so far away that one day he may never come back.

Oh, god. 18, 19, 26, 37. Dark asf. Character? Hmm. Ignis. Go wild.

Some dark as fuck yandere Iggy coming right up. I am always amazed at how quickly dark Iggy comes back to me.

18: “Cry for me, baby.” 19: “I know it hurts, honey, but that’s what happens when you don’t do what I say.”

“Cry for me Kitten,” he purrs, voice absolute silk by your ear. “That’s it, get it all out.” The leather of his glove creaks and shifts as he brushes the tears from your cheeks with a soft touch. “I know it hurts, I know,” he coos, “but,” his voice turns suddenly bitter and sharp. He drags his hand down your back. You scream as he digs his tear stained fingers into the fresh welts that cross thickly across your skin. “Shush,” he snaps, “there is no one to blame but yourself.” He releases you from your binds, throwing you roughly onto the bed, thankfully you land on your front. You barely hear the jingle of metal, it sounds so far away, but then his hands are in your hair. He pulls you up, bowing out your back, opening up your wounds as you cry and whimper. “You knew this would happen if you didn’t listen to me,” he taunts, using his other hand to line his cock up with your entrance. He snaps his hips and pushes roughly inside, “this is all your fault.”

26: “I’ll lock you up and throw away the fucking key if you ever even think about doing anything like that again, do you hear me?”

Ignis is absolutely livid as he drags you to the bathroom. He throws you into a stall, backing you up against the wall. He towers over you, his hands gripping bruisingly tight against your arms. He  glares down at you, his eyes are so dark, so terrifying, there’s no kindness left in those emerald depths. It just causes you to shrink back further into the wall. 

“I just tried to get him to move out of the way,” you plead, your voice so damn pathetic. 

His expression doesn’t even falter. “By touching him. By fawning all over him like the filthy whore that you are.”

“I touched his arm for a second.”

He tightens his grip on your arm until you cry out. “You are mine,” he growls through gritted teeth, barely able to restrain his anger. “I am so good to you,” he says, “and this is how you choose to repay me.”

“I’m sorry.”

He hums, pretending to ponder your words. He leans down, yanking at your shoulder to pull you up as you try to shrink down even further. He places his lips by your ear, and his voice is low and steady, unwavering, the intent in it terrifying. “I’ll lock you up and throw away the fucking key if you ever even think of doing anything like that again. Understand?”

All you can do is nod. 

“If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

“Now let’s try that again Sweetheart,” he murmurs, yanking on your hair and forcing you to face him. It cricks your neck, forces you to strain against the tight bonds that hold you hostage. His face is so close to yours, you can feel the heat of his breath, taste the sickly sweet scent of it. “I’m going to kiss you now, and well if you don’t let me. Then I’ll just slit your damn throat.”