Headcanon: Tying Gwil up and bringing out his submissive side.
honestly, i should be sleeping but here i am posting this. i was thinking about ideas for gwil headcanons when i thought huh.... sub!gwil, what a concept. i thought it would be fun to play around with the idea so here it is. also, it's nearly 3am so i'm not sure if my check for mistakes was successful : - )
also why are my headcanons so detailed, i might as well write full fics tbh.
warning: gets quite saucy
this gif kills me, i had to include it.
• it's late on a friday night when you and gwil get back to your apartment. you've spent the evening at a local bar with some of your friends and you're both cold and a bit tipsy from the alcohol
• after you are stripped from your coats and gwil puts them away, he returns to you with a smile tugging at his lips. he starts to unwrap your scarf from around your neck and makes a teasing comment about how cute your pink cheeks are
• "your cheeks are probably redder, you know" you say, nudging him playfully and he just laughs, placing his warm hands on your face to squish your cheeks
• he looks so endearing with his flushed cheeks and the mussed hair from the wind- you can't resist leaning forward to giving him a light peck on the lips. before he gets the chance to chase your lips, you are turning away from him and collapsing face first onto your shared bed
• gwil folds his arms over his chest as he follows suit and approaches the bed, an entertained grin playing at his lips. "i am in need of another one of those kisses.' he says, taking a seat on the bed and settling a hand on your back
• you turn your head towards him as he starts to draw absentmindedly, tracing random shapes across your back. "are you really?"
• "very much so, love" he murmurs, flashing you his signature warm smile.
• "come down here and i'll see what i can do."
• gwilym repositions himself so that he is lying down next to you and proceeds to scoot closer, his face only inches away from yours. he circles his arm around you and pulls you into his chest
• "so where's my kiss, darling?"
• you respond by inching your face closer to his and pressing a light kiss against the corner of his mouth, just to tease him. he huffs in response and pinches your side
• gwil takes it upon himself to kiss you instead, his hand lifting to settle on your cheek. the kiss starts out quite innocent- a few light pecks followed by him lightly biting down on your lower lip. but soon you're lying on top of him with your hands gripping at his shoulders, with lips that are determined to kiss gwil senseless.
• gwilym is just as enthusiastic- perhaps even more so- as he kisses you with one hand curled around the back of your neck and one slipped beneath your top, splayed out against the warm skin of your bare back.
• when gwil rolls you over and slips his leg in between yours, you can't contain the soft sound of approval that falls from your lips. he pushes his thigh up and presses it firmly against your clothed core.
• he catches and muffles the whimper you let out with his lips, barely keeping himself from pinning your arms above your head and taking you right there
• you begin to grind yourself against his leg and this only gets gwil more worked up. "god, you're sexy." he ends up groaning out. "my sweet girl grinding against my thigh."
• your cheeks heat up at his words and the pulsing in between your legs becomes harder to ignore. it would be too easy to lie back and let gwilym show you a good time- to give him the control as per usual
•"gwil-" you say, quite breathlessly, pushing at his chest to get his attention. he meets your eyes with a gaze that is heavy and full of lust. he looks slightly confused as he breathes out a low "what do you want, love?" before starting to press kisses across your jaw. even though he's kissing you slowly, you can almost feel his impatience radiating off him
• "you know...that ugly tie you bought a few weeks back? you ask him, settling your hand against the back of his neck to bring his face up to meet yours.
• his eyebrows furrow in confusion, he clearly doesn't know where you're going with this. "what about it?" he asks, cupping your chin. "and for the record, i still think it's quite nice."
• it's hard to get your words out when gwil's stare is fixed on you, when his thumb is brushing over your bottom lip. "i-i told you to throw it away and you protested so i teased that you could keep it on one condition. do you remember that?"
• gwilym is silent as he thinks back to the conversation. "what was your condition?"
• "i told you that you can keep the tie as long as you let me tie you up with it one day."
• his eyes widen slightly and he takes a moment to let your words sink in. "you want to tie me up right now?" he asks and you can hear the tinge of embarrassment laced in his words.
"i think it would be fun." you whisper and the thought of gwil agreeing to this already has you wet, and itching to grab that awful tie.
• you interrupt him with a chaste kiss, your hands settling at his shoulders to slide down his forearms. "please, baby. i promise you'll like it." you murmur against his lips. his eyes flutter close and you take this time to kiss his lips again.
• gwil eventually climbs off you and tells you that you can get the tie, a sentence that has you up on your feet and scrambling through his closet in seconds
• and soon you're standing at the edge of the bed with gwilym's tie in your hand, excitement racing through you. you're quick to crawl back onto the bed and push him down against the mattress so that you can straddle his hips. his chest rises and falls at a faster pace than usual as he watches you with a heated gaze.
• "i'm going to take your shirt off." you tell him as your fingers move to the buttons of his white shirt. he is biting down on his lip as his eyes follow the movements of your hands.
• you lean down to leave a trail of kisses down his chest and you hear his breath hitch when your lips brush over the sensitive skin below his stomach. it takes you seconds to strip off his shirt and throw it aside. the trousers are off next, leaving gwilym in nothing but his black boxers.
• it's the sight of his hard cock straining against his boxers that has you swallowing thickly. you move your eyes up to meet his, just to see that his eyes are already glued to your face. the look of anticipation painted across his features and the flush dancing across his cheeks quickly send your heart into a frenzy
• "lift your arms." you tell him and you see him hesitate- he was not used to your commanding tone. it wasn't often that he let you take control like this.
• "lift your arms for me, my love." you repeat, crawling over him to press an open mouthed kiss against his collarbone.
• this time he follows your order pretty quickly, lifting his arms above his head as his eyes shift elsewhere in embarrassment. "keep your eyes on me." you tell him as you bring the tie up to his hands.
• it takes a bit of time to tie his hands to the headboard above him but as soon as you're sure about the position, and sure the tie isn't wrapped too tightly around his wrists, you move away from him to stand and examine your work
• gwilym looks so perfect with his hands tied above his head and his rosy cheeks, the sight is practically picture perfect. the muscles in his arms look more prominent than ever and the obscene outline of his thick cock pushing against his boxers is a sight that almost has your mouth watering.
• "god, gwil-" you start, your eyes trailing up and down his form shamelessly. "you look so good."
• he bites down hard on his lip again and stares up at you with heavy lidded eyes. "take off your clothes, please." he says thickly.
• "since you asked so nicely."
• you make a show out of stripping off your clothes and the way gwilym eats up your performance only fuels the strong feelings of lust currently consuming you. the bra and panties you're wearing are gwil's favourite set and it's obvious by the look on his face. he curses quietly to himself as his gaze roams over your body.
• you move back to gwilym, straddling his hips again, and capture his lips. he responds eagerly, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth and you can feel his arms struggling against the restraints.
• gwil wanted nothing more than to put his hands on your face, to run them across your skin. to touch you all over and make you feel good. he wasn't used to not being able to touch you.
• "you want to touch me, don't you?"
• "and what would you touch first?" you find yourself asking, your voice tight.
• his hungry eyes move lower to settle on your breasts and you know his answer without a single word having to leave his lips
• "since you've been such a good boy, i'll let you do something else." you drawl, pulling away from him to quickly undo the clasps of your bra. gwil watches you free your breasts with his lips parted, a quiet groan leaving him.
• you settle yourself higher up on his body and lean closer so that your chest is hovering just above his face. "suck on them." you find yourself saying firmly and gwilym doesn't need to be told twice. he lifts his head and latches his lips onto the skin of one of your breasts, humming appreciatively against your skin.
• he sucks harshly and his relentlessness has you curling a hand into his hair. you let out a string of gasps when gwilym starts to suck hard on one of your nipples, the pleasure causing you to throw your head back- a throaty moan leaving your lips.
• "such a good boy." you whine out, pushing your chest closer to his face. he seems to be enjoying your words judging by the muffled sounds of approval leaving his lips. the needy whine that falls from your mouth when his teeth begin to graze over your sensitive nipple has gwilym's arms tensing, the desire to touch you driving him insane at this point.
• you move your chest away from him and reposition yourself so that your hands are hovering over the elastic band of his boxers. "you're such a golden boy, gwil. do you know that? i have to reward you for being so good. you're so good for me." you whisper, dragging down his underwear to let his hard cock spring free. "fuck" he groans out, his eyes fluttering close.
• "you're so hard." you murmur as you pull his boxers down his legs, tossing them aside and leaving him completely naked. "it looks pretty painful."
• "it is." he chokes out, his voice low.
• "do you want me to do something about it?" you ask him as you begin to caress one of his thighs. gwilym tenses up immediately.
• "yes." he breathes, trying his hardest to stay composed. "yes, what?" you respond quickly, leaning down to suck a hickey onto the soft skin of his inner thigh.
• his flush has spread to his neck and chest now and his gaze is pleading with you, begging you to hurry up and touch him. 'yes, please." he corrects himself, closing his eyes in embarrassment.
• "that's what i like to hear."
• the sounds gwilym makes as you suck him off are beyond sinful. his voice is music to your ears. keeping his hips still against the mattress ends up being a challenge for him so you find yourself pushing them down every so often and slowing your pace whenever he gets too eager. it's not long before gwil is moaning out beneath you, the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat nearly sending him over the edge. "fuck" he practically growls and at this point, his wrists feel sore from how much he's been struggling against his restraints.
• you move your lips away from his cock when his breathing becomes more laboured and his hips begin to stutter. gwilym groans out in response.
• "since you've been behaving so well for me." you say as you move towards the headboard to untie gwilym's hands. in a flash, gwil has you flat on your back with all the air sucked out of you. he kisses you wildly as he kneads one of your breasts with his left hand and rips off your panties with the right, rendering you a moaning mess.
• all you can think about is his hard cock brushing against your folds and his warm breath fanning across your face. he brings his lips to your ear and starts to move his fingers in slow circles over your clit. "i am going to fuck you so hard, sweet girl."
