ILLI KINK HEADCANONS. PLEASE.
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Yes to this! But for now, I’ll do you one sweeter (because I wanted to finally get to your ask)!: Illi Valentine’s Day headcanons! Promise I’ll write more kink specific headcanons soon, just for you <3
• She wakes you up by throwing stones at your window, like she’s seen in movies. It’s too early, but you can’t help but smile when you crack open your window and ask what she’s doing here at 8am. She has an arm full of grocery bags and says she wants to make you breakfast.
• She burns the toast and breaks the yolk in your egg and insists on remaking them; she’ll eat the messed up stuff, but she wants your breakfast to be perfect. She’ll work so determinedly, trying to get it just right. The effort makes up for any faults.
• After breakfast, she cuddles you in bed. She spoons you, front pressed against your back. She tries not to get hard but she does anyway, then apologizes profusely because she wanted to be romantic today.
• You shush her and proceed to let her grind against your ass until she cums in her pajama pants, whining in your ear.
• You tell her she has to wait to touch you until the nighttime. She looks heartbroken, but agrees, because she can’t say no to you.
• A cozy, warm shower follows, soft kisses and gentle touches as you wash each other.
• All day, you guys go to different shops—the record store, the comic book shop, a thrift store. You each try on ridiculous outfits, and Illi giggles as you put a big pair of sunglasses on her face and tell her she looks like a movie star. You pull her into a changing room to kiss her breathless, then you drag her out by the hand.
• She insists on taking you to a nice dinner, and she’s been saving for months. She’s wearing a pretty dress, and although she feels a little insecure, your sweet words make her feel beautiful. She wears the little charm bracelet you got her for her birthday, and she never takes it off.
• She also insists on paying for you, even though the bill makes her swallow thickly.
• At home that evening, you two are kissing in your bed, and she shyly tells you that she bought something special to wear under her dress. She lets you undress her slowly, revealing a pretty navy blue lace lingerie set; a little bralette that you can just barely see her nipples through, and panties that cup her soft ass and do nothing to hide her cock, already hard and straining from your touch.
• You pull her against you and tell her that you want her, inside. To cum inside, since you’re on the pill. Her eyes go wide and she asks if you’re sure. You nod and kiss her again.
• Illi insists on missionary so she can see your face (and your tits) as she fucks you, deep and slow. At least until you know she can’t take it anymore—-the poor thing’s trembling—-and you tell her to just let go.
• Her hips snap forward and she whines, kissing your face all over as she babbles about how much she loves you, about how good your pussy feels, about how you’re gonna be good and take her, all of her.
• You cling to her as she blows her load inside of you, and she buries her face into your neck and dissolves into tears, murmuring her love for you.
• After, she slides down to eat you out (tasting herself, dirty girl) until you cum twice and you’re spent.
• She pulls you into the shower and washes you like you’re the most precious thing it the world. She blushes when you compliment her, even now, after everything. She’s head over heels for you, in every sweet, depraved way imaginable.
