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Hi hello! I im deeply in love w your works ESPECIALLY the silver ones like mhsms 😩
SO i came w a request of its possible!
Give Silver smoochies. The cuteness aggression kind. The kind where he is tackled, smothered, smoochied, and snuggled.Require smoochies for my princess pwease.
*grabby hands*
sorry if i sound weird itw kindof 4am erm 😔
ᓚᘏᗢ a/n: tyyy nonnie 🥹♥️
ᓚᘏᗢ Mild spoilers for book 7.5
You met Silver in Diasomnia’s lounge, Lilia following close by. They just returned from Crowley’s office, both beaming and chatting. You had worried that the call to the office was due to a grave matter, but seeing them in good spirits eased those worries away.
“Is that a new magic pen?”
“Brand new, in fact! Come on, Silver. Show prefect your hard-earned present!”
Encouraged by Lilia, Silver handed you his magic pen (albeit a bit bashful). As Silver retold the events leading up to such a sentimental occasion, you grazed your thumb across the engraving, the texture on the Vanrouge next to Silver’s name the focal point of the gift.
“Aw, Lilia. That’s so sweet.”
“It’s nothing. It’s the least I could do for my son.” Lilia puffed his chest out, rejoicing in the official connection he shared with Silver.
With a smile, you turned to look at Silver, only to face a stern glare accompanied by a scowl.
“…Why are you making that face?”
“Oh, you don’t know? That’s the face Silver makes when he’s trying hard to not smile.”
That was…interesting. Funny, too, if you thought about it. Suddenly, you traced back to that memory of when he asked you to be his partner. After you had said yes, Silver’s lips had quivered up for a fraction of a second before he glowered in the exact same way he was now: downturned lips and a glare capable of intimidating anyone.
At that time, you thought you had said or did something wrong without knowing, but now that the truth had come to light, the longer you analyzed the situation, the more adorable you found him.
Silver's first instinct upon sensing an abrupt movement was to guard himself but relaxed the instant he figured it was you jumping into his arms. You used more force than necessary, though, and managed to topple him over the couch.
“You can be happy about those types of things, Silver! You don’t need to refrain from smiling,” you cupped his face, feeling his cheeks heat up in the process.
“It’s just a force of habit. Besides that, it’s also exemplary of a knight to—” he didn’t get to finish his sentence since you squished his cheeks, his lips puckering in a pout because of it.
“Ah, young love.” Lilia giggled and headed towards the stairs, giving you both privacy.
“It’s okay to let loose every once in a while,” you gently shook his face from side to side.
“…It is…?”
“Yeah!”
Your overly affectionate grasp abandoned his face in favor of wrapping your arms around his shoulders, bestowing each part of his flushed skin with a kiss.
ᓚᘏᗢ TAGS: AFAB body reader. Degradation mentioned. MDNI; ageless and blank blogs don't interact.
ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: dont let me divide things into parts because i always take like half a year to get it done 😭😭😭😭😭 | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . TWST MASTERLIST | PREV.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He favors doing it in the comfort of his bedroom. Silver’s discipline is so sturdy that he can wait until he’s certain there won’t be any interruptions or that his roommate won’t be present that day. However, if you are particularly frisky that day, he falters with some convincing.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
On days his schedule allows his mind to wander, he’ll often submerge in daytime reveries of you. His thoughts wander towards the softness of your skin and your warmth, how he longs to be next to you and lie his head on your shoulder. He misses your kisses, desiring nothing more than to skirt his own along your face. Before he can stop himself, he thinks about your hands, and the craving to feel them on him again deluges thoughts into something less innocent…
Silver shakes his head, a slight burning in his cheeks.
I’ve been idling for too long. I should make proper use of my time and do some training.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He hesitates to partake in things that entail degrading you. Things such as calling you names in bed or hitting you don't feel natural to him. If you insist too much on that (you must reassure him a lot that you are into that), his deliveries will turn out awkward.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Silver doesn’t think he’s deserving of having you get on your knees and suck him off; he’s more interested in being the one on his knees between your legs, though. If you’re adamant about giving, he won’t refuse, of course. Although, his curiosity is more piqued when it comes to giving you pleasure. As for skills, he’s a blank canvas waiting for your strokes ;D Meaning that he, well, isn’t experienced but has both zeal and healthy curiosity to learn.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Silver treats your body with utmost devotion and is careful all around. It’s not his thing to rough you up—rather than hauling your body and throwing you onto the bed, he’s the type to intertwine his hand with yours and lead you to bed. Caressing your cheeks and pressing kisses on them, his lips and hands alike trace a soft path along your body. If it’s up to Silver, most of the time, the pace stays gentle and steady. Even on days where he’s stressed, the rhythm may become less steady, but it doesn’t lose its gentleness.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
As long as his schedule allows him to properly invite you to his room, the idea of a quickie doesn’t even cross his mind. Silver prefers to wait for the right moment a lot more than being subjected to pressure to satisfy each other in under 10 minutes. If you’d rather have him fast and can’t keep your hands to yourself, however, his resolve wobbles. Even then, he prefers to take care of your needs rather than his own.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s willing to experiment with anything you want (within reason). Things like doing it in a place where there’s a chance to get caught aren't compatible with his commitment to keeping a prim and proper conduct in public, so it’s unlikely that he would be the one suggesting those types of adventurous activities.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Thanks to his training regime, he’s got a nice amount of resistance for sex. Though, given that he’s still a human after all, trying to go further than a second round will result in a painful heightened sensitivity. Albeit Silver prefers one long session, if you want several ones that involve delaying orgasms until either of you can’t keep up, that’s an option too.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
None at all. Not because he finds them embarrassing or anything, they just don’t pique his interest enough to actually get one. His approach changes a bit if you suggest using them on yourself or him; he's open to the possibility.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You are in excellent hands; you don’t have to worry about getting your pleasure and release toyed with. Silver’s not mean, nor does he tease you in that way. The worst thing that could happen is him pointing out something in a very blunt way. For example, “I didn’t imagine you’d enjoy that this much. My fingers are drenched...”, but it’s not done with the intention to tease you. He’s just marveling.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Doesn’t make a peep. He doesn’t moan, doesn’t whine (unless you’re going all out on him)—his breaths grow heavier for sure, though. If you make him speak, you can hear his voice shake a little too. Not too vocal, but super expressive. He may be able to level his voice better than you’d think, but his expressions betray him. He can’t hide how good you make him feel.
W = Wild card
The way he wants to be treated by you is an antithesis of how he treats you. Meaning that he enjoys getting ordered around by you, being told what you want him to do, and getting his pleasure toyed with by you. Of course, he’s into gentler displays of affection too, but something about getting roughened up by you riles him up as well.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Quite slender in terms of girth, but it’s slightly longer than average. No curve, and his skin there is surprisingly smooth considering that he’s the type to use a 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner…
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High, but he tends to refocus that energy into training or productivity, thus not acting often upon those types of desires. Also, he’s no stranger to his curse biting an important chunk out of his time with you, so he doesn’t get to engage in intimacy as often.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He tries to keep the conversation going, but there’s a chance that his curse interrupts it. This can happen too before or during intimate moments. Otherwise, if you’re too tired to engage in any talking, he’s honkmimimimaxxing before you realize.
He looks so cozy......falling asleep next to him must be so comfy. I can imagine him being the type that falls asleep in one position and doesn't move at all through the night. He wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in.
ᓚᘏᗢ Maleanor Draconia x reader
ᓚᘏᗢ Warnings: Fem reader. Non-sexual nudity. Suggestive. MDNI; ageless and blank blogs don't interact.
ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: i sometimes think of maleanor too...................... | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . TWST MASTERLIST
An eternal downpour blanketed Briar Valley. Thunder reverberated across the frigid walls of Castle Blackscale, and the thunderclap illuminated its darkened halls. The residents of this castle had grown accustomed to the chilly mood that had taken over since Laverne’s departure took longer than expected. Moreover, the fact that Maleanor hadn’t received one clue of his whereabouts, whether he was alive or not, further soured her mood. This much was evident if the dreary weather meant anything.
You stood by the door, waiting for any signal that your lady required aid. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve been within those dark tiled walls, scrubbing along her svelte back or other hard-to-reach areas. Or lighting up some aromatic candles—or incenses—whatever her majesty’s whims were. You were but a mere servant; her personal handmaiden, to be more precise.
Earlier, when you had seen that stern look she sent you before entering the bath chamber, your feet stopped dead in their tracks. You hadn’t even dared to ask her if she wanted you to light her favorite candle. As mercurial as she was, the weather did the speaking in her stead. That was a semblance of predictability everyone in the castle (and outside) had to learn by force, lest they have the bravery to imperil themselves into getting stricken down.
Amidst the loud booms of thunder outside, a silken voice called for you in those brief seconds of silence.
A drop of sweat was already rolling down your forehead when you stepped inside. Assuming that her tantrum had finished because of her gentle tone of voice was a beginner’s mistake, after all.
“Come on over, my darling handmaid.” She beckoned you closer with a finger, head tipped back against the corner of the marble tub. Her hum reached your ears when you got within her requested distance. “Be a dear and help me ease my pain, won’t you?”
…Ease her pain…?
“Do you need me to scrub your back, your highness—?”
“Did I enunciate such words?” At your question, she snaps her head in your direction, and lightning flashed from outside, illuminating her now open eyes. “Get to it.”
Maleanor lacks predictability in most parts. She’d demand things in the most cryptic of ways, and if you didn’t figure them out on your own, that would infuriate her too.
You got behind her, following the damp tresses of raven hair clinging to her back and scales. The candles on the chandelier didn’t offer much visibility in this gloomy space, and you weren’t sure where to venture. Did she want you to adjust the temperature of her water? Bring her some medicinal ointment? You had to do something quick before you left her waiting for too long. She wasn’t fond of waiting.
“My shoulders,” at last, Maleanor griped when you reached for the assortment of oils waiting by the small table next to the tub.
How she didn’t strike you down with her thunder before clarifying eluded you. Not like you were about to complain, of course; thus, you got to work. You brushed her hair out of the way, splitting it half and half on her shoulders. With that out of the way, you pressed your thumbs into the base of her nape. A soft rumble vibrated from her throat as minutes went by, working through the knots of her stiff shoulders and upper spine. You were careful with her spines and scales. Imagining you touching her somewhere that would discharge her anger on you made you shudder.
“Mmmh…” body lax into the tub, she submerged more into the water. The claps of thunder had stopped for the time being, although the rainstorm was still present. “These past days have been so bleak, and work keeps piling up. On top of that, everyone has been acting rather strangely. They muster a smile when they see me, but I can see them trembling behind that guise. Don’t you think that’s entertaining?”
“…I do.”
“...And you—” the water suddenly rocked into the tub’s walls when she rose from it, rivulets cascading down her smooth skin and dripping past her thighs. You rushed to grab a towel, but you didn’t make it a step far when she shot a hand to grasp your face. You aren’t given a chance to fret over her exposed figure, at risk of tripping and injuring herself if she made a brash movement. “You too shiver when I walk close by.”
“Your highness, please…” your throat closed in on itself, your plea coming out in a pathetic whine. “You-You’re going to slip if you—”
The tip of her nose ghosted over the skin of your neck, and you can’t do more than take it, given that she was holding onto your face.
“There’s this pesky, aggravating scent in the air I can’t shake off. It’s both alluring and exasperating,” she turned your face to the side, opening more space for herself to satiate her curiosity. You grip your skirt, mustering effort to stay still and control your legs from getting you out of here. “You exude this cloying scent that clings to my nose even after you’re away.”
Your heart rattled in the confinement of your poor ribcage, anticipating electricity to strike you down at any time with how things were developing.
Finally, she parted. However, she didn’t let go of your face yet, redirecting your head towards hers. Her dark slit pupils settled on your gaze, unwavering in their intentions. “What type of fae are you? Surely not one that comes from fire, do you? You’re burning up. You always seem to be rather warmer than the rest of these fretting servants.”
“I’m a regular fae, I promise.”
“Is that so? Regardless, I might want you next to me for the remainder of the night, you see. I want you to keep me company.”
With that, her hand abandoned your face. You had been so focused on surviving, you didn’t take note of how hard she had been gripping your cheeks. If not for seeing her lick her thumb off the smudge of blood, you wouldn’t have noticed.
HIII wow i absolutely lovelovelovelovelove your works ESPECIALLY anything 2 do w/ silver. no reqs but how do you start your writing process?(in either fluff or smut) i struggle w/ the beginings and ends lwky so js curious. anyway love ur stuff hope u have a gr8 rest of ur day!
HI!
Personally, when I'm having trouble writing the beginning and/or the ending, it's likely because I haven't developed the main idea enough OR I haven't decided on what idea to develop more. Maybe that's what could be stopping you from writing those parts. Try writing down the main idea you have (it doesn't have to be perfect). You can always fix it up later. What's important is to have your first draft written down and then try writing a buildup scene that leads to that main idea.
As someone who has been writing for over a decade, I have noticed that what stagnates your progress more is not daring to have that first draft done because you want it to be PERFECT. What I've seen other writers recommend (and I agree it works) is to just write it however you feel it at the moment. Even if you feel like your pacing is not great, or you aren't satisfied with that first draft yet, it's important for you to get that idea out. You can fix it later. You're not going to get any progress if you're waiting to have every single little detail figured out. Maybe it works for some people, but if you're struggling with writing the beginning and the ending, I think you're doing yourself more harm than good.
Now, the writing process can differ quite a lot from person to person, as it tends to happen. I like to daydream. That's my way to brainstorm haha. Fortunately, Twisted Wonderland gives you a lot to work with. I tend to take inspiration from the cards. I imagine what it would be like to spend time with a character in, for example, their club activities. I've written scenarios just from asking myself that and daydream about what would be fun to do in those situations. Once I have like a general idea I like, questions like "how did the characters get here?" "what lead them to this situation?" comes by itself, and I kind of fill in the blank with those types of questions. For the ending, similar questions arise. "After these things happened, how do they feel about it?". You need to give it some sort of resolution.
I prefer to have at least a vague outline of what events happen in a one-shot/drabble. Depending on how invested in the idea I am, I may or may not get too specific with the scenes, but I usually work with general ideas. Sometimes, I even work with just 3 specific interactions, and I build up from that. What I'm trying to get at is that you don't even need to get into the details to get something out. It all depends on what you want at that moment :')
Could you maybe do a drabble for Silver please? Where he has become friends with reader after Book 7, but he's developing feelings for them. He usually doesn't masturbate often, but after returning to his room after spending time with reader his thoughts go there and he does it while thinking about them for the first time. He feels kind of guilty about it, but it's also the best orgasm he's had yet. Thank you. >////<
Hiiii i hope you dont mind i took a small creative liberty with the idea :'D Here's the drabble
ᓚᘏᗢ Silver's mental fortitude can only last for so long.
ᓚᘏᗢ TAGS: Afab reader. Masturbation. MDNI; ageless and blank blogs don't interact.
ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: equestrian club silver i kind of wrote this in a rush but ill come back to it later to tidy up a little >_< | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . TWST MASTERLIST
Drifting amidst fluffy pink clouds, airiness and softness alike enveloped Silver. The open skies reflecting on his crystalline eyes, the floating in air, and the paper birds whirling past him—he had seen this dreamway countless times while dream hopping.
Questions like “where and when did I fall asleep?” no longer appeared when facing this situation; instead, he just hoped that whichever place he ended up dozing off in wasn’t in the middle of class or another important situation. Or, Malleus or Father didn’t need his immediate help. He’d learned that in this situation, it was best to accept it and let it develop how it needed to.
Wait a moment! He hadn’t used his unique magic. Why was he in the dreamway?
His gaze encounters yours with his now open eyes. All you offered was a smile and a wave, welcoming him back into the world of awakeness.
“Welcome back into the world of the living, Silver.”
Silver sat up, twisting his upper body to peer at the place he had been sleeping on: your thighs.
The softness, that cozy embrace that had cradled him while in the dream… that meant he wasn’t in the dreamscape after all, but rather, that ethereal visage he had seen was an interpretation of your presence he had while asleep. The breeze combing through his hair, that had to be your hand. That made much more sense than his initial thought of being in the dreamway. After all, that current of air never felt like the soothing breeze he just dreamt of. It was an abrasive gale, unlike this.
He looked back at you, pulse quickening.
A tinge of pink dusted across his cheeks.
“What hour is it?”
“About five.”
That was enough to ram him out of that dreamlike stupor. He was late for his equestrian club activities.
“I’m sorry for the inconveniences caused. I can’t control when or where I fall asleep. It just occurs.” Silver was embarrassed of his carelessness. Did you sit next to him on the bench, and he happened to lean against you in his sleep? Or did you place his head on your lap? Either way, he burdened you.
“It’s okay. At least you seemed to be having a pleasant dream.”
Silver cleared his throat. “Thank you for your consideration. I’d like to stay and talk more, but I must leave for my extracurriculars.”
This exchange had taken place in the late afternoon. During riding practice, the exchange played in a loop in his head to the point that even Sebek nagged about his lack of focus. The longer he mused about it, the more he zeroed in on that dreamy sensation he experienced while on your lap.
It was warm and soft, and your radiant smiling face was… a rather nice view to be welcomed by after a dream—
Silver splashed water onto his face and shook those thoughts off. This was not the place to be led astray by such thoughts. Even though everyone in the club had left back to their room, he stayed past the closing hour to make up for his tardiness. He had to catch up with practice.
Silver climbed onto the horse’s back, which had been waiting by the hitching post. As it trotted along the riding arena, the steady hoofbeats drowned out the otherwise silent training grounds. Silver nudged the horse into a faster walk, easing it into a gallop…
Silver lost balance and managed to make the horse stop before he fell to the ground.
He had not tightened the saddle enough.
After fixing it, he went back to mounting the horse, only for this second attempt to go awry too. He wasn’t paying attention, and the horse stopped out of nowhere, causing him to jolt forward.
The final evidence that this was going nowhere was on his third attempt, in which he almost smashed his face into a tree branch. Silver took a slow, deep breath and got off the horse. Grabbing the reins, he led the horse back to the hitching post.
Taking his helmet off and using a handkerchief to pat his sweat away, Silver went back to the locker room. As ashamed as he was to concede to his impulses, he negotiated that it was best if he got rid of the problem before he tried a fourth time.
It was way past dusk. Chances were that no one would come here at this hour. Even still, he locked himself into a stall to lessen the risk of getting caught.
The belt clinked when he unbuckled it; the sound of the unfastened zipper followed it. Soon enough, his hand found his flushed member, his white trousers sliding slightly lower than intended. With furrowed eyebrows, Silver took a sharp breath when relief surged, working his cock with steady and careful strokes. Despite wanting to maintain certain control over his desire, the mere memory of your radiance had him so worked up that his hips shifted into his hand.
Although this cramped space went up in temperature for him the more minutes went by, the blazing redness on his face came from both guilt and arousal. You deserved to be courted first, for thoughts of you to be dedicated to lingering at your side and be cherished.
Yet, the harder he wanted to derail those thoughts into the mundane or less libidinous in nature, the clearer he reminisced on your warmth, the suppleness of your skin, and the feeling of you combing your fingers through his hair… No matter from what angle he yearned for you, his daydream of you brimmed with enthralling softness and warmth.
His rhythm had grown faster, but still steady. Enough precum dripped down the tip, aiding the strokes to become smoother. Small gasps forced their way out of him, eyebrows knitting tighter together in tandem to the increasing heat about to spill.
In opposition to his arduous effort to keep levelheaded, Silver vocalized a hitched groan. One last thrust into his hand was what sufficed to unravel, pelvis twitching in place. Cum dribbled down the head after the first healthy spurts, leaving Silver panting and leaning against the door.
Tidying himself up and exiting the stall was akin to a walk of shame for Silver. He met his reflection in the mirror—just as disheveled as he supposed he would end up. The hair tie had loosened, causing shorter hair strands to be out of place. Don't even get started with the brooch on his cravat. It was askew too.
With a refreshed mind —he couldn't say the same about his body— he concentrated, finally, on his practice. He doubled the amount for good measure, chastising himself for conceding so easily to lust. He wouldn't be an exemplary knight if he allowed himself to be allured this way.
I don’t know if you write for the NRC staff so if you don’t please ignore this!! But if you do would you write NSFW headcanons for Crewel? 🥹
ᓚᘏᗢ: GN reader, edging, impact play mentioned.
Out of all the cast, he’s THE guy you’re looking for when it comes to brat taming. Every other dialogue of his is giving orders or threatening with some sort of penalization. You’re making it out of that room a changed person. I kid.
He can withhold your pleasure for as long as he sees fit. You’re not getting it unless you prove you can follow his instructions; otherwise, if you misbehave, he’s got no qualms over waiting until next day. Or a week, depending on how defiant you’ve been. He won’t stop you from getting it on your own, but after experiencing what he’s capable of, you’re unable to find that same level of satisfaction on your own. It’s like he has trained you to only find full enjoyment if it’s with him.
He likes obedience, so if you’re compliant, he rewards you a lot. Though, there's some waiting on your part because he’s very into seeing you grow desperate, but it’s easier to get what you want if you comply. On the other hand, being bratty rewards you with the grand prize of having to wait double the time if you had been nicer…
Either way, given Professor Crewel's thorough experience, the way he brings you to pleasure is worth the wait. On top of being skilled with his fingers and mouth, by the time he works them like you’ve been imploring for, it’s not long before you stumble over your climax.
He’s going to put that teaching pointer to good use. He presses the metal tip into the base of your neck and slides it down the buttons of your shirt, telling you to undo them. Not too fast.
If he sees you don’t do it like he instructed, he’s going to swat your hand with the pointer.
The gloves stay on. Sometimes, depending on his mood. He does find it cute when you beg for him to remove them and touch you without the barrier.
Into impact play. Prefers belts over using his own hand.
Crewel beckoning you towards his lap while he grades papers is a common occurrence. As one would imagine, he expects you to sit still while he works. He gives you a single opportunity to redeem yourself if you go out of your way to distract him by shifting your hips into him. You get one firm squeeze on your hip. That’s it—you don’t get a second chance. Try diverting his attention somewhere else and you’re getting bent over the desk and spanked.
Don’t get your hopes up yet. He’s not going to do more than that. Instead, he’s going back to work; on top of that, you’ve been revoked from sitting on his lap privileges for the time being. No level of complaining will get you to lessen the punishment.
It’ll be likely he’s got a hunch but avoids solidifying any conclusion.
The only way for him to ascertain that you’re a virgin is if you outright tell him. In which case, he’ll be nicer…after he teases you a little.
“Coming first to the lion that’s going to eat you rather than a prince charming is certainly a choice.”
Let him be. That’s his way of trying to get you to relax. Also, lowkey, he doesn’t consider himself to be worthy of such delicate experience. He won’t admit it but, deep down, he’s worried that he might hurt you.
The joke doesn’t land well with you—or rather—it reignites your determination. You get on top of him with no hesitation, rendering Leona taken aback.
If you try to rush it, he’ll stop you. Don’t try to ride him or take him in one go with little preparation, as he won’t allow you.
“Hey, what are you trying to do?” His tail swishes from one side to the other, annoyed. “You’ll end up sore if you try to do that.”
As he directs you to lie on your back, he mumbles something about not wanting to hear you complain about aches after the deed’s done. (Don’t believe him, he’s using that as a front. The truth’s that he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself.)
For someone who believes in survival of the fittest idea, he demonstrates he can be gentle when facing an intimate moment like this. Although, keeping his direct approach. Rather than grazing his digits across your thigh or trailing soft kisses down your neck, he doesn’t hesitate to pull your underwear down first things first.
If you get shy about being seen bare…he’s not one to profess cloying sweet words, but he’ll reassure that he doesn’t care one bit about the appearance.
He budges his leg against yours to spread you wider, trying to make it more comfortable for both of you. If you keep trying to close your legs, all you’ll do is create more tension in your muscles. Plus, he needs more access to feel you. At first, you find it hard not to feel too exposed, but the more he touches you, the more you melt into it.
You grow more wet by the minute, to the point that Leona’s thumb glides from side to side on your clit. You get embarrassed by the expressions and sounds you’re making, facing to the other side instead of Leona’s blazing gaze.
He’ll guide your arms to wrap around his shoulders, easing you into meeting his eyes. He wants to see those embarrassing expressions. When you bite your lip, when you knit your eyebrows together, when lust obfuscates your gaze too. They’re embarrassing to you, but they rile him up.
Leona’s luscious locks of hair tickle the sides of your face and his warm scent of cedarwood caress your senses. You’re surrounded by him and, when you unravel beneath him, your body trembles against him.
Easing back into reality, you’re too spent to feel bashful at the sight of him guiding his hand towards his face, inhaling the natural scent of your body left on his fingers. Without mediating any words, his tongue drags along the length of his finger, ridding it of any arousal.
His green eyes pierce right back into your cloudy ones.
Can I get SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Lilia x Afab!Reader who is a Tsundere and often scolds Lilia for doing dangerous things? I know it says you don't do readers with other franchise characters personalities, and if this counts for that too, you can just do regular SFW and NSFW Headcanons with no specific personality! :D
Hii!!! No, that's fine :DDD Lilia x Tsun Reader ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ<):
If you think Lilia’s going to behave just because you’re feisty and outspoken, all you’ll meet is disappointment. He doesn’t listen to you when you scold him for his tomfoolery—if anything, he’ll do it more often just to get a reaction out of you. He thinks the way you try to get him to behave is adorable. On top of that, how you jolt when he spooks you is priceless. Without meaning to, you’re reinforcing his behavior, it’s pretty silly.
That man is a schemer for these things. He gets creative in finding ways to tease you. You scold him for appearing out of nowhere? He’ll approach you like a normal person does. For a few days. The instant you let your guard down, you’re done for. Next thing you know, when you turn around, you meet Lilia’s mischievous gaze, which to your chagrin, succeeds in spooking you.
Mind you, he doesn’t do this to anyone else. Everybody’s used to his antics, and he rarely gets a fun reaction out of the remaining student body. However, he lures you into thinking he has listened to you, at last…only to startle you when you least expect him.
He’s going to have a field day with you if you’re the type that falls for the same trick twice. Otherwise, he doesn’t mind discovering new ways to tease you.
For intimacy, all your feisty exterior does is rile him up more. As he’s a fae, it’s in his nature to concede to mischief, meaning that he can get as playful as he wants in pursuit of getting you to open up. You’re not being honest about your feelings? He can’t keep going unless you let him know you do want it. The moment words stumble out of your lips, he can’t hide the amused smile curving his.
“What exactly is that which you want? I don’t think I’m understanding.”
“What do you mean by 'really touch you'? Am I not touching you already?”
“Which place is ‘there’? I don’t think there’s a part called there.”
He can keep up with this game for as long as needed. He doesn’t mind waiting if that means he can continue teasing you. You’ll do yourself a favor if you’re more honest about your feelings, unless you’re enjoying his taunting.
When you show your softer side, Lilia stops teasing you and pushes that growing heat in you into that sweet release. He doesn’t mind how many more times he needs to gently (in Lilia’s terms) ease you into being open about your feelings and thoughts, as he enjoys the whole process. He’s into that too, don’t worry about him. He’s right where he wants to be.
