hey dont cry Autism Creature speculative biology

imagine sylus makes your wedding ring by scratch

or the engagement ring too even. since he can forge (which is so hot btw). like what if he starts gifting you pieces of jewelry he crafted with his bare hands, that contain precious gemstones he gets from auctions, personally shaping and polishing them too. spending hours of his night in the heat of the forge and his body sweaty and sore from striking the anvil and whatnot, just so he can see your face light up like the sun. a smile he would fight the whole world for.

and when you find that out, you cry (cuz ik i would) because he's just so sweet and so thoughtful and means so so much to you :(

a/n: i want him so bad can you tell

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mephisto is listening in on a conversation you have with sylus. the crow hears about someone who deeply wronged you in the past, someone who was almost a stranger to you yet decided to take advantage of your naivete for their own gain, nonetheless. someone who you earnestly and trustingly gave something that you could never get back, someone who greedily took it from your hands and shredded it without a second thought.

you blocked them and did your best to move on with the fragments of what they left behind. sylus knows you want nothing to do with that person who hurt you long ago, not even if it meant getting a small form of justice in seeing them suffer. sylus is tempted to go behind your back and make them hurt regardless, but respects your autonomy and trust, and ultimately decides to abide by your wishes.

mephisto, however. mephisto heard everything. he's outraged. someone had hurt one of his favorite people irrevocably and just walked off, scot-free? you are, and always have been, so sweet to mephisto and his little family, and he imagines you treated the stranger with that same level of care and kindness. knowing that trust and goodwill had been trampled on in such a disgusting way made mephisto livid. and mephisto is petty enough to make that person's life worse in whatever little ways he can.

of course, mephisto doesn't want you to find out what he's doing and blame it on sylus. this is mephisto's decision, and he intends to carry it out without being stopped by his boss. he uses times when he'd usually be sleeping or relaxing to hide his camera feeds and activity monitors, and track down this person he heard so much about. it's pretty easy when all he has to do is go through your blocklists on social media and check your dms. once he's finished quadruple checking his work, he sets off on his mission to ruin their day in every undetectable way possible.

their fancy car is dented when they leave it parked on the street, and there's no security footage to show the perpetrator of the hit-and-run. the dent is an expensive fix. their favorite suit is ripped across the seat of the pants, and they only realize this once they need it for an event. they buy pizza on the way home and a pigeon poops on it. they come back home to find their refrigerator broke, and everything inside spoiled. they slip on a patch of black ice right by their doorway and end up with a black eye. their wi-fi goes down incredibly often, yet no one else around them has the same problem. their laundry detergent always ends up smelling foul a few days after opening, no matter what brand they use. they use it without realizing this many times, and now half of their regular wardrobe smells of rotten eggs. the scent won't leave, no matter what they try. whenever they order food online, the spice level on their food is always wildly incorrect, or the order is just straight up wrong.

so many small, unfortunate inconveniences keep happening to them, each one making their day worse in a way that could be negligible on its own. but with everything added together, their life becomes a misery to live. needless to say, mephisto greatly enjoys his new hobby. and seventeen years is a long time.

Simon Riley who is so exceedingly blunt, not out of an effort to be rude or crass, but because he simply cannot bear the thought of wasting time when it comes to you.

Simon who watches you from your shared bed as you return from your brief shower; your hair dripping down your neck and back, your skin dewy and warm. Simon who can't help but put his phone down in favor of taking you all in, catching your attention with a low whistle. And when you quirk a brow, shoot him a smirk, murmuring a brief and sarcastic yeah, Si? just above the sound of your own quiet laugh, he responds simply:

"Come sit on my face."

Simon who watches you while you idle in the kitchen, leaning your forearms on the countertop while you wait for the kettle to heat up. Simon who is instantly drawn to you, making his presence known behind you by putting his hands on your hips and squeezing, pressing himself against your ass and staring down at the position you're in.

"Turn the stove off, love," he tugs your shorts down while you squirm happily, caged between his arms. "Gonna fuck you like this. Now."

Simon who can barely focus on something as simple as grocery shopping, not while you're wearing that pretty dress and swaying your hips like you know you've got his attention. Simon who takes the opportunity to lean in behind you while you're reaching for something stocked on a high shelf; he grabs it for you easily, but keeps you trapped between his body and the rack so that he can mutter in your ear:

"Dress is comin' off in an hour, whether we're home or not."

Simon who can't help but let his mouth run nonstop when he's got you wrapped around his cock, who maintains his blunt tone but with a shakier delivery even when he's right on the edge.

"Gonna fill you up. Gonna—Christ, sweetheart, m'gonna fill you to the fucking brim. 'Nd I'm gonna watch it drip before I fuck it back into that perfect cunt."

⇢❄︎ Xavier is talented in many areas. While he’s both a formidable hunter and a caring partner, the one thing that consistently evades him is the art of cooking. Everything the pair of you attempt to make for the Christmas season ends in carnage. Gingerbread house is accidentally obliterated on the counter. Cookies result in an icing massacre. Fruit cake is burnt before it’s given a fighting chance.

“Star? I don’t think the oven is meant to be smoking like that…”

You end up having to have him sit and watch from the couch, ensuring he could no longer wreak havoc on your poor kitchen.

⇢❄︎ Zayne won’t let you near him when the first flurry of snow begins. His evol tends to grow uncontrollable the temperature first drops. When he’s not at the hospital, he confines himself to his study, terrified of accidentally harming you. Though you try to assure you trusted him, he’s steadfast in his isolation. He only speaks to you through the locked mahogany, refusing any unnecessary contact.

“Oh, thank you for the tea, darling. Please leave it outside, I’ll get it later.”

Once his evol has acclimated to the colder climate, he re-emerges like the ghost of Christmas past, acting as though it never happened at all.

⇢❄︎ Rafayel refuses to spend Christmas in the chilly weather of Linkon. His delicate palate simply cannot handle temperatures below sixty degrees. He’d never understood the human fascination with snow on Christmas.

“Cutie, I’m a fish. I’ll freeze in the cold! Do you want me to freeze to death?”

“But whyyyy do you need to see snow? It’s dandruff from the clouds!”

He flies the pair of you somewhere tropical; perhaps some far off island where the pair of you can spend your holidays sipping piña coladas by the sea.

⇢❄︎ Perhaps it’s not surprising that Caleb brings you home for Christmas. Taking a weekend off from the fleet, he drives you back down to your hometown in Linkon. He prepares Gram’s famous hot chocolate, sprinkling a pinch of cinnamon, just as she had in years past. The pair of you build a snowman in the backyard, adorning him with a scarf and hat.

“There! Our very own snowy guard. I think he needs a name. Any ideas?”

“Should I cook Gram’s sugar cookies next, and skip dinner all together. Or should we be healthy and make green bean casserole?”

Caleb spends the entire day recreating the Christmas of your childhoods; Gram’s fig pudding and carols of years before. Even without her present, Caleb angles to visit Christmas past.

⇢❄︎ While he appears to have a strong aversion to anything festive, Sylus spends the entirety of the holidays holed up with you, the twins, and Mephisto. Despite his best efforts, he finds himself enjoying the ugly sweaters and the scent of warm gingerbread. He’d never had a family, or friends, for that matter, to celebrate anything with. Holidays were spent alone. Festivities were forgotten. But with you, and this small, misfit bunch, he found his distaste for the season being rewritten.

“Hmm? New motorcycles? No, I didn’t buy them. Must’ve been kitten here.”

Though he vehemently denies it, he did in fact buy Luke and Kieran new motorcycles.

Heartsteel!Sett Becoming a Dad

Inspiration: Listen I’ve had a hellish week and I need this. The other person who did what I do at work left so I’m flying solo at the moment, on top of training a new hire. Things are just bonkers and I’m fucking stressed and I need fluff god damnit.

Extra Inspo: Also @milksuu has me stuck on the thought of Dad!Heartsteel. (GO READ THIS AMAZING DAD!PHEL HEADCANON POST (HERE) AND CRY WITH ME.)

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluffy as fuckkkk

Gender: Reader implied afab/able to carry a pregnancy. Use of “mother.”

TW: Discussion of pregnancy, discussion of a deadbeat dad (not Sett ofc). Swearing.

(I don’t even want kids irl but damn I would have his children without question kthxbye.)

🥊 Heartsteel Universe — You haven't seen your ex in years, not since he became a famous popstar, but today is about to ruin that streak. 🥊

He probably thought you didn’t recognize him… But you did. Of course, you did. How couldn’t you? Sure, he was a pop star, glitz and glam probably filled his every moment nowadays, but he was still your ex-boyfriend.

A chorus of “SETT!”s at the highest pitch possible had carried through the gym air and met your ears at the front desk. You did your best to stave off the annoyed expression on your face—not just because there was a high possibility of seeing him, but because the sound of the fangirls that played a hand in ruining your relationship rattled you to your bones. Of course, he’d choose this gym. Of course.

How they would eat you out | Yone & Sett

Theres no good Yone and Sett smut so ig i’ll have to do it myself 😤

F x M, explicit, minors Do Not Interact

A Fighter's Mark

Pairing: Sett x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, marking, biting, teasing, cum, post-sex, implied marathon sex

Word count: 0.4k

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A/N: Sorry it's been a while guys. Life's been kicking my ass for the last month or so, been super busy with stuff! I think I'm gonna try posting some drabbles and going through some of my inbox, ya'll left such good request.

"Hold still beautiful, this cum ain't gonna clean itself." Sett kissed up your trembling thighs from behind. He'd just pulled out and you thought that was it for tonight. Apparently not, he has a few more things he would like to do before turning in.

You wiggled against his strong grip, breath coming out short and fast, still drooling and head spinning from how hard you came moments before. "I could clean up. I don't want to keep you up longer then I need to." Another low whine left your lips when Sett's fangs sunk into the soft flesh of your thighs, right at the right ass cheek. "Sett…"

He grinned, ear flicking against your skin as he mirrored the bite perfectly. His rough tongue licked upwards, all the way to your pussy and moaned when you bucked against him, "As far I can see there are still things to do. You know I never like to leave things half-way done. You serviced me so well with your pussy tonight, taking in all of my seed to be marked by me. But I'm afraid that's not good enough. I want my marks to be visible to everyone."

Everyone who ever met Sett knew he was unstoppable once he set his mind on a goal. Right now biting every inch of your thighs was that goal and he executed it with perfection, each bite carefully placed to make you squirm more. His fangs didn't break too much skin, he didn't want to hurt you, not tonight, you haven't asked him this time. If you had it would have been easier to leave marks on you.

"Your cunt looks lonely, empty like that. Need me to fill it again?" You sighed and nodded against the bed, the emptiness seemingly getting more distracting now that he's pointed it out.

"Don't make me want it again. It's late." That has never stopped him before but he has a big fight tomorrow. Sett always loved having sex before a big fight and showing you off to his defeated opponent afterwards, not only winning the fight but your affections once again. With his marks there will be quite a bit to look at.

Sett's bit your right ass cheek hard, smirking against the affected skin, "I'll do what I want. If anyone has a problem with they can talk with their fists. I want to fuck you again, turn you around and mark you all over your pretty body. Doesn't that sound like a good night to have?" It would be the best night to have.

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

𝐻𝐸𝒜𝑅𝒯𝒮𝒯𝐸𝐸𝐿 𝒟𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩𝒮

Kayn:

Kayn’s idea of a date would DEFINITELY be something out of the house. I don’t think he can ever find sitting in one place for too long entertaining. Unless it’s pranking or teasing one of his bandmates which he would get scolded for by Yone soon after. The rush of adrenaline he gets while doing something spontaneous was unmatched to anything else. Besides being with you. He’d probably be laying on the couch with you proposing ideas of what you two could be doing which you’d quickly reject. You can’t let him tempt you. He sighs out of frustration. “Come on! Don't act like you don’t love messing around with me.” He’s right, and you give in. 

Saving it for Later

鷹見啓悟 takami keigo ⏾ʾʾ hawks n!sfw headcanons ⸻ mdni ◟✦

⟢ hawks would be a bit hard to pin down because part of his appeal and public image is being a flirt, but he’s deathly loyal if you’re lucky enough to get him.

⟢ always calls you pet names like angel dove, love dove, baby bird, chickadee, etc. (he doesn’t even do it on purpose, it’s just what his birdbrain defaults to…)

⟢ I feel like we all know this, but this man is an eater — he doesn’t have to put much effort into getting laid, so he isn’t like this with everyone. but when it comes to you? he could literally live between your legs with your pussy as his only source of sustenance, and he would be happy about it.

⟢ he needs your legs thrown over his shoulders and resting against his wings, your soft thighs squished around his pretty face. his hands are always all over you, usually slotted behind your knees while he’s eating your cunt, sliding down the backs of your legs and moving to touch you wherever feels best.

⟢ loves eye contact. he knows just how pretty his sharp golden eyes are, what his gaze alone does to you, and he always needs your attention on him. he’ll bite you or softly smack the back of your thigh if you happen to look away.