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nik-knight · 19 days

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A More Gentle Touch

He had hardly spent more than three hours in his human-shaped corporation, yet he was already winded by the time he managed to lower all the shop’s curtains and finally lock the door. A quick miracle was sent behind him to flip the sign to “Most definitely closed” as he trudged into the back room to rest for the evening.

There had been no other way around it. It had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time to invite the book dealer over for a few negotiations; after all, she was an old colleague of his and a delight to have conversations with. However, when spending most of an afternoon around a human, it was nearly impossible to keep up the vague impression of being a human without actually becoming humanoid. Overall, it was easier to spend that time in a human corporation than holding on to a miracled façade for that long.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t still exhausting, though.

It was like walking around in clothes that were much too tight. Humans certainly were not the largest of Her creations, but they were still quite clumsy forms with arms and legs that had to move at the same time, heavy skin, dense bones, and weighty organs all packed inside a cumbersome package.

He transformed as soon as he sat on the sofa. The relief of it all was soothing at least. Fluffy feathers took the place of stuffy clothes, white wings replaced his heavy arms, and those pesky legs thinned to a comfortable weight that could easily be tucked under his body.

Finally, he could be soft and small in all the right ways. He had no idea how Crowley could be humanoid so often without facing similar fatigue. Perhaps that was why the demon spent most of his spare time asleep.

Despite finally being back into his much more comfortable form, the extended period in that skin suit had ruffled his feathers just as literally as metaphorically. There was an itchy irritation under his feathers, but he was much too tired to groom himself right now. All he wanted to do was curl up with a cup of tea and a good book, but the thought of gathering the necessary materials to do so (or even miracle them up) made him want to do nothing but settle into the cushions and stay there until he had the energy to move again. He allowed his tired eyes to drift shut, letting the quiet and dark of the room calm him for just a bit.

He had only been in his weary siesta for a few minutes when he smelled a rather familiar aroma in the back room. He tiredly blinked open his eyes just in time to catch a fresh cup of tea on a saucer delicately placed in front of him. He looked up to see Crowley, in his humanoid form for some reason, pushing the cup closer to where Aziraphale could comfortably dip his beak in for a sip.

“My dear?” He asked, unsure why Crowley was in that form so late in the evening. By now he was usually a snoring pile of coils wrapped around the base of one of Aziraphale's table lamps.

“You looked a little flustered, so I figured you might need a pick-me-up,” he shrugged as if he hadn’t done anything special. Aziraphale could feel his feathers fluff up at the amount of love that was coursing through his tiny body.

“Oh, my darling, how very kin—”

“Anyway,” Crowley coughed, not letting Azriaphale hit him with another four-letter word. “Your feathers are all ruffled, and since I have hands at the moment, I figured I could… Help you straighten them out a little. ‘F ya like, that is.” He turned his head away, trying and failing to hide the embarrassed flush on his cheeks. Luckily Aziraphale’s happy cooing had him looking back just in time to catch the angel’s happy wiggle and flutter.

“Oh, that sounds like just the thing my dear, if you don’t mind terribly?”

“Not at all.” Without a moment's hesitation, Crowley’s hand was held open by Aziraphale, letting him step gently onto his palm so Crowley could bring him to his lap as he sat down.

Aziraphale stretched his wings out as best he could to give Crowley room to work, and soon enough the demon’s fingers were gently grooming Aziraphale’s wings. It wasn’t anything too deep or intense, but just a slight straightening of a few ruffled feathers along with long gentle strokes across the wing to calm the rest of the dove’s frayed nerves. They paused every few minutes so that Crowley could bring the teacup back to Aziraphale’s beak to drink, then it was back to the relaxing grooming that soon had Aziraphale looking like a fluffy melted marshmallow in Crowley’s palm.

“That good, angel?” Crowley asked after about thirty minutes of grooming and an extra ten minutes of gentle petting that neither one of them brought up.

“Very good, my dear. Thank you so very much.” Aziraphale opened his eyes that he hadn’t realized he had shut during the grooming. He turned his head so he could look back at his darling demon. “I hope it wasn’t too taxing for you to stay in that form just for me.”

Crowley simply gave him a small smile and shrugged. “Some things are worth shifting for.”

There was only the briefest tingle of a miracle before Crowley suddenly found himself with a lap full of human-shaped angel. “Too right, my dear.” He swiftly leaned in, pressing his lips against the demon’s. Crowley stiffened in surprise, but quickly returned the kiss, keeping it gentle and soft just for his angel. When Aziraphale finally pulled away, he only had a moment's notice before suddenly there was a large snake in his hands and lap.

Aziraphale couldn’t help but chuckle. “Getting tired, darling?”

“Just get down here, already, angel,” he grumbled, doing his best to keep himself from hiding his face in his coils.

“Oh, gladly.”

Then there on the sofa was a significantly less ruffled dove resting in his favorite nest of black and red coils. The book Aziraphale had been reading earlier that day was conveniently placed against the long loops of the scaley nest so that Aziraphale could easily read and the serpent’s tail could easily flip the pages. (Aziraphale was yet to discover that his feathers poofed up the slightest bit when he was done with a page, giving Crowley the wordless cue to flip to the next one.)

“Oh, you’re too good to me, dear.” With a happy little wiggle to settle comfortably in his love’s nest, he set his eyes on the beginning of the chapter.

“Shaddap…”

And if Crowley buried his head right into the soft feathers under Azriaphale’s breast to hide his face, well, no one bothered to mention it. After all, Aziraphale had a good book and good company to enjoy.

And enjoy it they did.

[by @nik-knight for @katiefrog217]

#good omens fanfiction #Good omens ficlet #Good omens #Good omens au #for katiefrog #Wrote this in maybe two hours #so I hope it's all right #Dove aziraphale #azirabirb #snake crowley #knight writes

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valiantroeagleangel · 3 months

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Ruffilo's alphabet

Nicholas Ruffilo x female reader

After the Will Ramos one, one of you asked me to do Bad Omens's alphabets so here we go. Starting with Ruffilo my beloved. This is obviously NSFW.

Mama's tag list: @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @malice-ov-mercy @smokeynaomi @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @sthnog @cookiesupplier @cncohshit

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Princess treatment. This dude is getting you everything you need without you asking. If it was dirty and painful he is running you a bath afterwards. If all you need is comfort and a hug don't even bother yourself by asking, he will know and you'll be immediately in his arms.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If we are talking ass and boobs this is an ASS DUDE ladies and gents. Saw a picture of one of his girlfriends one day, don't know if she still is, but that girl had THIGHS and ASS. Guys, I swear the booty was serving.

That aside I think Nicholas is really romantic and would love your smile or something like that. Maybe your eyes because they light up when you talk about something you love.

And on him it gotta be his hair, it's so fucking shiny and pretty I hope he is aware of that.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I had this strange headcanon that he likes to finish on the small of your back in doggy style. Why? I don't know but this is the vibe I'm going with. Or maybe watch it drip down your thighs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

JERKED OFF WITH NOAH ONCE. I'm sorry but the bromance between these two is too sus, especially during their younger years.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he knows what he is doing. Especially fingering. I mean come on he plays BASS. The fingers are skilled and don't get tired.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Everything I can imagine with Nicholas is doggy style or maybe you on your knees, looking at him from under. I don't know if it counts as a position but I'm pretty sure he loves the view.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No jokes are involved in bed. This dude is so focused that he will not break his character. Either if it's the dom Nick or Sub Nick headcanon he is always so serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Groomed. Well groomed. This dude's hair is so perfect that I'm pretty sure he takes care of it even down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romantic baby as fuck. Maybe he won't express it with his words but 👏actions ladies👏. He will set up the romantic stuff. Take you to dinner and then when you go home, he will slowly get you in the mood with candles and stuff.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off a lot. Maybe it's because I love that idea of him jerking off but please- he is doing it and he loves it. Sometimes he calls you while doing it, loving how nasty things are going.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling. No explanation needed. He'll take you doggy style and pull your hair so that his lips are meeting your shoulders as he talks dirty to you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed because he likes it long and uninterrupted.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Do you see this situation where you are wearing a skirt or a dress and when you sit down how thick your thighs can turn and how it makes your skirt roll up? This dude is going feral for this. He is going to grab your thighs so hard and you know you're good for one.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

CNC, dubious consent, these kind of things.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

BLOWJOBS PEOPLE. 👏 Back to the position headcanon but he dies for you to get on your knees, looking at him with doe eyes as he looks down. His large hand at the roots of your hair, he massages your head as you just unbutton his pants, still not breaking the eye contact.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Very controlled in his moves you know. Will slowly thrust into you but in a very precise way, a little bit sporty. I don't see him going fast and rough in a messy way, like he is going crazy. Nope, that's not for him, he will go rough, fast if you want but he will stay in control. Even with the sub Nick headcanon, this dude knows how to handle himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn't enjoy them much but isn't against it. He would rather fuck you nice and slow for hours long but if it's all you can do then he will take it. It's still sex and he enjoys it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

One day I read a fic on AO3 about Nick fucking you in the bathroom next to the rest of the band and I'm going feral for this. Risky in the risky public sex kind of way. Besides that, will experiment but nothing too crazy I think. Is naughty but not a freak or he is hiding it very well.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Has stamina for sure, dude is going for hours. Once again he is controlling himself so if he wants to fuck you dumb all night long he will fuck you dumb all night long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Has toys for himself, uses them once in a while you know. If he is away for a long time he will use some but I don't see him using toys much with you. He doesn't have anything against it, he just doesn't enjoy them. He likes the connection that he can have with you during sex and he feels more intimate without them. They are good to help out when you guys are separated that's all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Will tease you but he isn't a bitch. He likes to play, enjoys your reactions but won't make you cry or beg to come. He is not that much of an asshole. Once again I think he is a balance between like the cold dom and the romantic lover.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Isn't that much of a vocal person. Maybe he will groan into your ear, breathe loudly or moan occasionally, but he isn't like super loud or expressive.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He watches weird hentai. Who do you think introduced Noah to this?

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Massive and heavy. That's all I need to say.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I would say multiple times a week? But it can be really long so that's definitely not every day or multiple times a day. Once again it's all about balance.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I don't think he really is the type to just go straight to sleep and snore a few seconds later. He will cuddle you for a bit, make sure you're alright and that everything is fine. Aftercare and then when you're both in good condition he will put you to sleep.

#nicholas ruffilo #bad omens #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #headcanons #alphabet

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goblinwithartsupplies · 2 months

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Juno's Point.

For the first time, Juno gets furious, - how dare this lustful bastard!? How dare he impose himself on the grieving groom, how dare he!? Isn't he the god of justice and honor, shouldn't he represent the highest morality!? Why is he acting so disgusting!? He did not save Jason, although for him it would have been as easy as asking a nymph to give him nectar - just one white-hot lightning and a vile chimera infamously enhanced by Hecate's magic would have been destroyed and Jason was alive.. But Jupiter never took care of his children, - Jason's death cry never sounded. This creature bit into his throat too quickly. She trashes their bedroom as when she found out about Beryl Grace's newly rounded belly and silently sits down amid the chaos she caused in a torn dress and with shaggy hair. The nymphs, timidly trying to restore order, run, flashing their heels when she screams at them. Soon everyone will find out that their sovereign seems to have taken a mortal lover again. Jupiter comes in amazingly on time, Juno is silent, just sits next to a broken mirror and combs her hair, Jupiter ignores her and just goes to bed. He is too busy fantasizing about the young body of son of Neptune, Juno would rather turn the boy into one of her peacocks than let Jupiter even touch him with the tip of her fingers.

For the second time, Juno is next to her mother. Rhea refused to change when the Roman Empire came, she remained Rhea, an endlessly loving and faithful mother of her children even when they became different. Juno is crying on her mother's lap, soiling her white linen tunic with tears, grief for Jason eats her nonexistent heart, she was so bad only when Jupiter hung her over chaos. maybe that's why the gods refused to fully love their demigod children? because it hurts too much to lose them. Rhea comforts her with her infinitely gentle voice and says that this is the truth of life, mortals are dying and they must accept it. Part of Juno's consciousness, with a touch of dark humor, draws a parallel between her and some mortal child who lost a pet for the first time. Jason was, in fact, her beloved, devoted and affectionate puppy. When she returns to Olympus, Jupiter greets her in their bedroom with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. maybe grief made her too sensitive, maybe she just longed for love, but this simple gesture melts her like snow in the rays of the sun in spring. They are entwined in a loving embrace in their bed as husband and wife, Juno prefers not to pay attention to his detachment, she feels desired again, and this dulls the grief and that's enough.

The third time, Juno looks and wants to intervene. Perseus is grieving just like her, the goddess is sincerely surprised that he is still alive. Perseus comes to work with trembling legs and a thick fog of pain in his mind, Jupiter is waiting for him as usual and Perseus pounces on any source of comfort. He asks for hugs, simple intimacy and warmth, but for Jupiter it's like a red rag for a bull, he kidnapped and possessed a mortal princess, just because she was swimming in the river where he saw. The wind roars, Juno feels anger boiling inside, no she won't allow it, no no no and once again no, let her husband pursue mortals, but leave Jason's grieving fiance alone. But to her amazement, Jupiter obeys Perseus, does not demand anything in return, there is not a hint of arousal in him, he does not crave his body. They hug, really just hug, - Perseus presses his back against Jupiter's chest, crying into the crook of his elbow, Jupiter presses his lips to the top of his head, his hands gently rest on his shoulders. It looks strange and gentle, pure, there is a strange closeness in them, a strange closeness, not like the closeness of lovers or father and son, but it is a tender and affectionate closeness, similar to love but not being it. Jupiter is not interested in Perseus as a beautiful body warming his bed or as a lover, Juno realizes, But he feels something gentle for him, while remaining loyal to me, a Perseus is still faithful and mourns Jason. Juno decides to give the son of Neptune his mercy, let this closeness with Jupiter comfort him. She would not harm him or the children if this strange union bore fruit.

Hey, hello! could you please rate and voice your opinion about my letter - beginner anon.

This is honestly perfect. I’m intrigued about the idea of a platonic relationship causing kids. The way Juno is protective of Jason even when he’s dead is so sweet

#pjo #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #percy jackon and the olympians #jercy #jason grace #Jupiter pjo #juno pjo #pjo asks #anon ask

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xenonmoon · 11 months

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I accidentally stumbled upon some Spider-man 2099 comics and since I can't watch across the spiderverse in theatres (photosensitivity sucks) and Miguel O'Hara has become a constant presence on my dash/home in almost literally every social I have I decided to give it a go and see who this guy is and why is the internet so obsessed with him all of a sudden I wrote down some notes while I was reading so here we go. Xenon reacts to Spider-man 2099

It's giving me a loooot of cyberpunk and blade runner vibes from here and ngl I dig it

I already notice the suit is a little different but not too much? The spikes in the forearms here are less noticeable at least. And I didn't remember ever seeing the webbing

I love this pose

Oh my god this is so me fr fr

PFFTDHFS I MADE A LOUD SNORT ok I like this guy

He seems like that type of 90s savage-edgy-I-hate-everyone guy, so far considering the context he's kinda funny

I don't know how much they've changed about his backstory in atsv so I'm writing it all down as it's told in the comics

So his father was a scientist working for this Alchemax and the corporation kinda groomed both since they were children to become their top tier geneticists and work for them. They've invested a lot on Miguel and they use it to have a hold on him, since he's the only guy not addicted to the Rapture which is a very nasty and genetically bound (?) drug only Alchemax is allowed to distribute.

The corporations is running genetic experiments to enhance human abilities and all of that using animals as source, the latest project was an attempt to replicate what happened to Spider-Man in ma marketable way

Except they've become pretty savage with it and started doing experiments on humans (starting with criminals) BEFORE it's confirmed to be safe. And the last one miserably failed (or grandiosely succeeded, depending on the point of view - the guy actually came back with super strength and all of that but he was a heavily disfigured mutant who tired to strangle O'Hara and died short after).

So Miguel said fuck this shit I'm out

(cw: drugs from there on)

... Except they poisoned his drink with a dose of Rapture and how he's screwed. "oh no worries Miguel we're not forcing you to stay" my ass.

fucking bastardssssssssss

FUCKING BASTARDSSSS

honestly though "rapture" as a name choice is sooooo 90s. I remember reading Infinity Crusade (1993) a few months ago and there too they made a big deal about something they called "the rapture". And goddess and holiness and penitence and sinners and REPENTTTT and other overly Christian stuff like demons that was littering everything I've read from that time (which is just all the Moon Knight stuff that got out in that period but-)

the satanic panic hit hard huh

So anyway if Miguel doesn't do anything to fight this rapture thing he's royally screwed and forced to keep working on them

So he remembers that for lab tests he was using his own genetic material so he's got a full backup of it pre-rapture and he's planning to use the machines at the lab to overwrite the changes the drug made

sound good to me, quite a solid plan

Except this guy, who Miguel insults regularly on daily basis, decides to take his petty vengeance switching the "clean" O'Hara backup with the one they're experimenting with for the spider project.

Well this is fine

AND ON TOP OF THAT HE'S TRYING TO SHIFT THE BLAME ON HIM

also naked Miguel O'Hara gents, you're welcome

Uh-oh

IT'S MORBING TIME

honestly I know vampires were massively popular in the 90s and it's kinda obvious they wanted to ride that wave and use the aesthetics to appeal to vampire fans and-

works for me

also how do those claws work? It feels a bit weird to see both nails AND claws, sort of like when you realise centaurs have 2 ribcages. Bit more redundant though, would've made more sense if he'd lost his original nails. Oh well.

He's me when I'm at my parents' house and my mother throws me out of my bed on Sunday morning at 8ish because THE EARLY BIRD CATCHES THE WORM DON'T YOU THINK YOU'VE SLEPT ENOUGH and I'm just left there confused af trying to figure out where I am, when I am, what day and year this is and what's exactly happening in my life

MOOD

big eh for the sexualised hologram house assistant, ok it's the 90s and it's a thing of the genre and all of that but I've read too many papers about sociological consequences of female-coded robots or assistants (in short: encourages closely associating the slave/servant role to women and it ends up affecting real women too. it's bad bad) to not be judging this very hard

His first thoughts about them claws was going to the bathroom and picking his nose, so valid of him

honest to god if I had claws I'd be constantly fidgeting with them pressing the fingertip to make them come out like you do with cats.

That's it for part 1, I will probably make a part 2 when I continue reading them

Honestly they suffer a bit from being born in the 90s but I'm enjoying them so far and I like the character. If he hasn't changed too much in the movie then ok I get it now

#spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 comics #miguel o'hara #xenon reacts #partially described #I started full of good intentions but some panels were Too Much to describe #I might get back at it later / at stages #cw: drugs

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tattoo-shop-in-trivandrum · 2 years

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#tattoo shop in trivandrum #tattoo shop #gents grooming #art #salon #hairstyling #hairstyle

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cravat-club · 2 years

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suvidhafashion · 5 months

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Sherwani For Groom

Sherwani for the groom reflects his personal style and complements the wedding ambience. It's an investment not just in clothing, but in creating a lasting memory of a special day.

#sherwani for groom #gents sherwani #sherwani for men wedding #sherwani for wedding

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punk4ndisorderly · 11 months

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light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

XXIII XXIV - at last XXV

“Have you got your vows?”

“I know them by heart.”

“Do you? It doesn’t hurt to have a back-up… What about the rings? Are you sure that Trevor isn’t going to lose them?”

“Mom…Mom! Hey, it’s okay. We’ve got it under control!” Jack chuckled, as his mother rambled on and on about every single detail, while helping him with his bow tie.

“Alright, alright.” the older woman sighed. “I guess I’m just...”

“A nervous wreck?” her son completed her sentence, raising an eyebrow.

“One day your kids will get married and then you’ll know how it feels... I’m holding my heart in my hands over here, Jacky. I don’t know how you can be so calm right now.”

The brunette man looked away from the mirror and stared at his mother, unconsciously wondering why that was even up for debate.

“Love isn’t about all the fluttering and butterflies flying around in your stomach. It’s about what you feel once the butterflies have settled down and you’re staring into that person’s eyes. When I look into Y/N's eyes, I feel like I’m home. I feel safe, loved and at ease. That’s why I’m not freaking out. I’m going home.”

Ellen Hughes was rendered speechless and she could only walk up to her son and wrap her arms around him. They stayed in each other’s embrace for a while, neither wanting to let go of the other.

“I am so proud of you, my sweet boy.” the older woman said, pulling away. “Now let’s get you married!”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Trevor screamed as he entered the room, a bottle of champagne and glasses in hand. “Let’s make a toast!”

“Z, it’s two in the afternoon.” Jack groaned as Ellen took one of the glasses from the blond-haired man.

“It’s five o’clock somewhere!"

“You’re such a bullshitter.” the Devils' player laughed, finally reaching for the glass his friend was holding out for him.

"Z! I told you not to start without us!” Alex scolded when he walked in, followed closely by Luke, Quinn and Cole.

“Whatever, you guys were busy, I wanted to get a head start…”

“We were helping Y/N's with the mess of a veil she picked out… That thing is longer than a lizard’s tail!” Luke explained, reaching to try and fix Jack's stray strand or hair.

“Yeah and I was helping guests find seats and letting them know they could not sit in the front… Some of the old ladies are scary as hell, Jack.” Alex gulped, loosening up his bowtie.

The middle Hughes leaned into Quinn, motioning for him to do the same.

“How is she?” he whispered, everyone else around them speaking loudly and cheerfully.

“Peaceful.” his older brother smiled. “She looks breathtaking, by the way. Try to keep it together when you see her.” he winked, stepping back.

“I’ll take your word for it, Quinny… Did you give her the…”

“Yeah. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, man. I think Luke would be too curious not to read it.”

“Oh, for sure. That letter would never make it to Y/N. Not even in a million years.”

Aleksander patted his brother's shoulder and led him to the circle the others had formed around Trevor, who was by then filling up everyone’s glasses.

“Alright, gents! It’s time for me, the best groomsman, to propose a toast.”

“I feel weird drinking at two pm…” Cole whispered to Jack.

“It’s five o'clock somewhere.” the brunette man chuckled. “Let’s just not exaggerate or else we’ll be stumbling our way to the altar.”

“So… I just wanted to say…” Trevor began. “I truly did not imagine this day would ever come.”

“Thanks?” the groom raised an eyebrow, making everyone else laugh.

“Don’t interrupt me. I meant to say that I didn’t think you would have it in you to actually go out and get your girl. But you did, my man. And I’m honestly so proud of you and the person you have grown to become. I may make fun of you like ninety percent of the time, but I hope you know that I do it out of love. You’re one of my best friends and you've never failed me... I love you, you dick. You better believe it.” the groomsman said, his voice quivering as he struggled to keep himself from crying.

“Aw Z, you have a heart!” Alex said, leaning his head on the blond man’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah.” he rolled his eyes, raising his glass. “To Y/N and Jack, may she never figure out he’s actually a huge nerd!”

“To Y/N and Jack!” everyone cheered, glasses clinking against each other.

“Where are the flowers? Where are the fucking flowers?” River yelled out, scouring the well-lit room for the bouquet.

“No. No. No. I hate this veil. I can’t. It’s tangling in itself again, what the hell!” Lily groaned, taking a deep breath before getting back to her task.

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want a little bit more of blush? You need to make those gorgeous cheeks of yours pop out.”

“River, I’m fine. I’m sure I’ll gain color when literally everyone starts staring at me while I walk down the aisle.” the bride laughed quietly.

Her brother looked at her, his eyes brimming with tears as he grabbed both of her hands, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“I can’t believe my baby sister is getting married!” River nearly screamed, making everyone stop what they were doing and observe them.

“I already got married once, Riv… You were there.”

“That did not happen. I erased that memory from my head and so should you. This is actually the real deal. You and Jack are meant to be. He’s a good one.”

“You’re complimenting Jack? What’s next? Quinn telling Trevor he loves him?” Y/N chuckled, earning herself a playful swat in the arm.

“Shut up, you know deep down I like him.”

“Deep deep down.” Lily added, smirking. “Like the bottom of the well from The Ring.”

“Okay, last minute check. Are the kids ready?”

“Yes, ma’am. Joey's with your mom, Trevor has the flower petals. They’re all accounted for. Now… Vows?”

“Check.”

“Bouquet?”

“Check!” River chirped from behind them.

“Something blue?”

“Check.” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows, lifting up her dress to show her friends the blue garter on her thigh.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Lily gasped, placing her hand over her heart. “Something old?”

“Mom told me she had it.”

“Something borrowed?”

“She said it could be both things in one.” the doctor shrugged, taking another look in the mirror.

“What about something new? ”

“The gorgeous necklace you guys gave her as a wedding gift… I wonder what you'll get me if I renew my vows…”

“Yeah, good luck with convincing Alex to ask your father for permission to marry you again…” River snorted.

Y/N chuckled softly, the folded piece of paper Quinn had subtly handed her a few minutes prior still in her hand. Around her, everyone seemed to be moving at the speed of light, panicking slightly over every single detail. But not her. She was as calm as a Sunday morning. She was right where she was supposed to be, about to marry the love of her life. There was nothing that could go wrong if, at the end of the day, they were still together.

“Everyone ready to get this show on the road?” Y/M/N chirped, making her way in and stopping in front of her daughter. “Do you mind if I talk to Y/N in private? Joey is waiting outside with Y/F/N, Dan and Jim are holding the fort down at the aisle and Ellen's with Jack. The men are already lined up, you should get to your positions.”

“Of course. Let me just…” River began, reaching for his best friend in the world and pulling her close to him. “Knock him out, sis.”

Lily silently joined in on their hug, trying her best to keep tears from falling down her perfectly made-up face. They remained like that for a few seconds, eventually letting go with quiet sniffles. The door closed behind them and Y/N smoothed out the fabric of her dress skirt, anxious to find out what the letter said, but not wanting to say a thing.

“I’ve got your something old that is also something borrowed, honey.” Y/M/N smiled, reaching for her clutch and taking out a beautiful hair comb, adorned with gold leaves and faux white flowers. “This was your grandma's. She wore it on her wedding day and wanted you to have it on yours.”

“What? But she came to my first wedding… Why not giving it to me then?” the doctor inquired, carefully taking the beautiful hair accessory from her mother and taking a closer look at the small details.

“Well… She said she was sure one day you’d end up wearing it. Even if she wasn’t here to see it.” the older woman smiled. “May I?”

Y/N nodded, handing her the comb, which her mother placed above her bun.

“It’s so beautiful, mom.” the bride gushed, turning around to see how it looked on her hair. “I think nana might have been onto something...”

“Wasn’t she always?” Y/M/N winked, her hands finding her daughter’s shoulders and leaning in close so their foreheads touched.

The duo took a deep breath, their eyes closed.

“Mom?”

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Do you mind telling dad to give me a couple of minutes alone? I’ve got to put my game face on.”

“Sure, baby.” the older woman conceded, squeezing her cheek. “I’ll go ahead. Just don’t take too long, or else the poor boy at the altar will have a heart attack.”

“Got it.” the bride laughed, waiting for her mother to leave the room before unfolding the note.

Y/N,

Today’s the day. Listen, you’ve still got time. You can still climb out of a window, I promise I won’t take it to heart. If you want out, now’s the time. But please keep in mind that I am the one who checks under Joey's bed for monsters and the one who does Finn's manicure. Also, I’m not bad to look at and my morning breath isn’t as bad as Trevor's (remind me to never go camping with him again). Anyway… I hope you’re okay. Try not to trip over your own feet when you see how handsome I look (my mom’s words, not mine). Can’t believe in an hour we will officially be an old married couple. It feels like it was meant to be all along. I’m not worried about the future, you know? We have each other. A daughter. A very old dog. Kickass parents. I think we’re good to go. Do you? See you on the other side. I’ll look out for the one in white.

Love,

Jack.

Y/N could see it all pan out in her head. Their new house, a new bed for Finn, a white picket fence and a bay window where she could read, resting her head against the glass while Joey did her homework in the kitchen table. Jack bragging about being a better cook. Their parents coming over for dinner every Friday night. Growing old together. Taking care of their grandchildren. A wide, serene smile took over her face. She was ready. There was no doubt about it.

The guests were already seated. Friends, family, that overly chatty aunt who won’t shut up for a second looking for tissues in her clutch, bracing herself for what was about to take place.

Lily sent Jack a reassuring smile, who returned it with a nod and looked at his mother, as if asking her if it was the right time.

“I’m right here, Jack. I won’t let you fall in front of all these people. My son cannot be a klutz.” Ellen winked, squeezing his arm.

“Are you kidding? These steps will be the easiest I’ll ever take in my life. I’m walking towards my destiny, my forever. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure about something in my entire life.”

“Oh boy, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.” the blonde woman sighed contently. “I couldn’t hold you up to it even if I had to. My back can’t take it.”

The duo laughed quietly, before the doors swung open, revealing them to the expecting crowd of a hundred people. He took a deep breath, a smile taking over his features before he stepped forward, Ellen right beside him in a beautiful dark blue dress.

“Thank you for walking me down the aisle.” he nearly whispered.

“It’s not just me walking with you right now. Your grandma is right here.” the older woman said, reaching to touch his chest. “And I’m fairly certain she’s looking down on you with the biggest, dorkiest, most loving smile you can imagine.”

“She always said he was going to be there one way or the other.” Jack grinned sadly. “I hope she knows how happy we are…”

“A mother always knows, Jacky. You have nothing to worry about.” she said sweetly, nudging him towards his place at the altar. “Good luck.”

And, just like that, he was up there, eagerly waiting for the rest of his life to start.

First came in David and River, who stuck his tongue out at the groom, making him break out into laughter, covering his mouth with his hand. Even though he teased him all the time, he knew he had his back. Alex and Lily followed suit: the hockey player looked more nervous than he did, his wife whispering something into his ear before they parted ways, each one taking their assigned spot. Then in came Cole and Quinn, looking as calm and collected as usual, a perfect balance between them, being followed by Luke.

Trevor helped Joey throw the rose petals around, with the little girl instructing him how to properly do it. It had to be perfect for her mother to walk over in a few seconds. The Devils' player felt his heart grow in his chest, an unwavering smile adorning his face. His friend took her to her grandmother and walked over to him, squeezing his shoulder before moving to stand by his side.

“She’s about to come in. Are you ready, young man?” the priest said, signaling the organ player to start playing the wedding march.

“I’ve been ready since I was sixteen.”

“Took you long enough, then.” the older man chuckled.

“I can’t believe you just got dragged by a priest.” Trevor wheezed, getting slapped in the back of the head by Quinn, who took a finger to his lips, urging him to be silent.

The doors opened wide once again, this time revealing the bride and her mothers, and a tiny little girl behind them, carefully holding the fragile veil. Y/N's eyes met Jack's across the room and she mouthed hi, a crooked grin appearing on her face once he did the same thing.

He felt like his world had just stopped and some supernatural force had just stricken his chest, nearly knocking him over. His fiancée looked ethereal, once again, and he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. Even if he should. After all, tradition commanded for the groom to stand with his back to the bride until she reached him, but to hell with that. He wasn’t willing to miss a thing.

Y/F/N started walking, making his daughter come down from the clouds and do the same, smiling at her guests from time to time, but never losing sight of the man she was willing to love for the rest of her life. Loud snoring, mismatched socks, terrible habit of spoiling their child included. She was all in. Forever.

Before she knew it, she was by his side, his father giving her a kiss on the cheek, giving Jack a firm handshake and sitting down next to his ex-wife. Y/N gave River the bouquet and turned to face the groom, standing still as he pulled her veil over her head and took her hand in his, his thumb stroking soothing circles on the back of her hand.

“I’m glad you decided to show up.” the Devils' player whispered, leaning into her.

“You made an offer I couldn’t turn down.” she whispered back, as the priest began his speech.

“And what was that, Marlon Brando’s Godfather?” he inquired, playfully.

“To be mine for the rest of our lives.”

“Funny, that was the reason why I showed up.”

“Soulmates, baby.” Y/N said, raising her fist for him to bump.

“Boom.”

Jack looked at her adoringly, laughing when she motioned her head towards the man in front of them, going on about love and the rite of passage into a life of harmony together. He couldn’t give a damn about what the man was saying. He already knew he was meant to love her, to cherish her, to lift her up when she was down, to give everything and expect nothing in return. A few years back, he had sat carefully listening to what the officiant had preached, absorbing every single thing he said while he thought of the woman standing at the altar with the grooms. It was then an there that he finally admitted to himself that his feelings towards here were undeniable and strong and that the leap he was taking was worth whatever terrible fall it could come with it. She was worth it all.

The bride couldn’t refrain from letting her mind travel back to that night, three years before, when he had kissed her for the very first time and told her he liked her. She had run away afraid of giving her all to another man who would take what he could and leave her with nothing. After years of nursing herself and back-to-back heartache, she had closed herself off to the possibility of what love could be. The lazy Sunday mornings in bed, the smile on her daughter’s face as he taught her how to ride a skateboard, the way he’d hold her tighter every time she winced during a scary movie. The smell of his hair in the morning, the sun shining down on his curls, making them look golden and cherub-like. Something as simple and mundane as making a bed felt like a scene straight out of a romcom when he was the one doing it with her. Their silence was filled with confessions of true love, their companionship making the foundation of their relationship stronger by the day. They didn’t seem to grow tired of the exhilarating feeling of being so completely, utterly, crazy and dumbly in love with each other. And that was all she could ask for.

“I know these two have a long history, but there is still a long road ahead of them. My advice, as a very old man, who was born in a different century, is: don’t let anyone tell you how to live out your love and your life. Especially not an old man from another century.” the priest declared, making everyone laugh. “Love and life are what you make of them. Every story is different, every path trekked by someone with a different perspective or outtake on everything.”

“That was beautiful…And you’re so right.” Alex sniffled, making the older man raise an eyebrow. “Sorry, carry on.”

“I feel like I��ve been talking for a long time and I’m very old, so I need a minute to rest my vocal chords.” he joked. “So why don’t you say your vows? Y/N, if you will…” the priest added, smiling kindly.

The bride turned her body to face her groom, both of her hands in his.

“So… I was thinking of a romantic way to start my vows off and I came to the conclusion that nothing says love like reciting a poem written in the nineteenth century in front of everyone we cherish.” she began, making Jack chuckle while trying to keep his emotions in check. “Here it goes…”

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

“I do, Rowdy. I love you. And as long as I am me and you are you, I will love you. I’d find you in any lifetime, or you would find me, and that brings me so much peace. Your love has brought the pieces of me that were scattered across the floor back together and all of the pieces fit, because it was you all along. I was the puzzle only you could assemble, and you did it so gracefully and lovingly… It still blows my mind that someone like you exists, with your perfect flaws, your annoyingly handsome face and your effortless way of loving everyone you come across. You make everything look easy, you make everything easier. There is no mountain too high for me to climb, or an ocean too wide for me to cross, because I know no matter what, you’ll be there to cheer me on. You always have. And don’t get me started on Joey, because River said he'd kick my ass – sorry Father – if I ruined my makeup, and I guarantee you I will sob if I go into how much you love the biggest present life has ever given me, so… I promise to look out for your dreams as if they were my own, to yell at you when you do something dangerous for fun and to love you regardless of how many collectible items you just have to have. When you almost died in my arms, my future flashed in front of my eyes, it was filled with images of you, of us, our family, and I thought I would die of heartbreak without you. I couldn’t fathom a future without you in it. I begged for you to fight, and you did. Thank you for coming back to me. You’re my destiny, Hughes. Always and forever.”

Y/N took a shaky breath, briefly letting go of her future husband’s hand in order to keep a tear from rolling down her cheek and reaching to dry Jack's. He had let his tears roam freely and she took it upon herself to be the one to wipe them away. Whenever he needed her to.

“Mess, that’s a tough one to follow… You really said let me floor this dude with my incredibly articulate, heartfelt and funny speech , hu?” the Devils' player teased.

“I tried my best.” she snorted, glossy eyes staring into his as she took his hands to her lips and kissed his knuckles.

“If you don’t kiss her, I will!” Nico yelled from the front row.

“There’ll be time for that, young man!” the priest intervened. “But it’s Jack's time to speak. Go on, son.”

He took a shaky breath, waiting for everyone’s laughter to die down before resuming his speech.

“Y/N Y/L/N. My dream girl. My partner in crime. My I will one hundred percent stay awake and watch The Godfather trilogy with you but then falls asleep partner. The one I’ve been waiting for my whole life. I can’t believe we got here. I mean, I can, we’re pretty awesome together, but if anyone told high school Jack he’d be here today he’d flip them off. I never thought I'd get a chance, not even in a million years. I always ended up single because it never felt right, and I didn't want to get hurt. But then you came back into my life, turned my world upside down and made me feel like falling in love and letting go of my fear wasn’t such a big deal after all. You made it feel natural. And I want to be a part of your wolf pack, raise our little wolf, and maybe five others together -“

“Five?” she gasped, tapping the skin under her eyes gently to get rid of the tears that had somehow escaped her eyes.

“It’s a wolf pack, Y/N.” the groom shrugged.

“Are you trying to convince me to have five more children?”

“I’m saying I’m not objecting to that idea.”

“I... We’ll discuss it later.” the bride chuckled, patting his chest condescendingly.

“You better, I’m starving.” Luke chirped from behind Trevor.

“Yeah, sorry, buddy.” the Devils' player apologized. “Where was I?”

“Raising our little wolf?” she quirked an eyebrow at him, smirking smugly.

“Right. What I meant is that you made me want it all, and you made me want it all with you. When something good happens to me, you’re the first person I want to tell it to. When I’m sad you rearrange my breakfast so it looks like a smiley face. When I sit on the couch it takes you about zero point five seconds to place your head on my lap and less than three minutes to fall asleep in that position. You sing when you’re doing laundry. You sing my favorite songs into my ear when we’re slow dancing in the living room. You scrunch up your nose when something looks yucky. Could I carry on living if we weren’t together? Probably. Do I want to live my life without you? Absolutely not. Because, at the end of the day, I chose you and you chose me. And we will continue to choose each other for a lifetime. Unless I really let myself go. In that case, I won’t resent you if you go and marry one of my brothers or something.”

“I’d still choose you, you dummy.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Would you choose me?”

“In a heartbeat.” he smiled. “I guess I don’t have anything else to say other than I love you and I want to protect you and make you happy. Even when I’m a ghost.”

“No! We’re not bringing up ghosts right now. I swear to god, Jack!” Alex intervened, pointing his finger at him.

“Sorry. I won’t be around when Turc comes to visit.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” their friend said, motioning for them to carry on.

“So be my wife. Make me sing show-tunes with you. Take me to picnics. Hold my hand. Be an embarrassing parent with me. Make me match my socks. Until we’re old and grey and don’t remember the lyrics to any songs anymore.”

“I get to pick the show-tunes.” she sniffled, beaming up at him.

“Fine.” he returned her wide grin.

“Okay! Who’s got the rings?” the priest clapped, looking over to the wedding party.

Trevor quickly handed him the small jewelry items, one of which he proceeded to place on Y/N's hand.

“Y/N, please repeat after me: I, Y/N, promise to love and support you, Jack, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed.”

“I, Y/N, promise to love and support you, Jack, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed.” the doctor repeated, sliding the wedding band into her soon-to-be husband’s finger.

“Very well. Now, Jack...” the older man began, letting him take Y/N's wedding band from his hand. “I, Jack, promise to love and support you, Y/N, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed.”

“ I, Jack, promise to love and support you, Y/N, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed.” Jack said in a shaky voice, his emotions getting the best of him as he placed the ring on her dainty finger and looked up into her bright eyes.

“Beautiful, beautiful.” the priest conceded, holding his hands up in the air. “By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

The pair looked over at the older man, their hands, waiting for him to give them his blessing.

“What?” he furrowed his eyebrows when met with their expectant gaze.

“They’re waiting for you to tell them they can kiss now.” Trevor explained.

“Oh. Right. I’m sorry.” Father Willis slapped his forehead, chuckling. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Y/N immediately threw her arms around his neck and he dipped her, their lips connecting into a gentle kiss.

Cheers erupted all around the church, everyone standing up to clap for the newlyweds. They slowly broke the kiss, bright smiles on their faces, and the bride rose her bouquet in the air.

Joey ran up to her parents, hugging their legs and letting herself be scooped up by Jack, who held her in his arms while the trio embraced each other.

“This is the best day ever!” she squeaked, kissing both of their cheeks.

“I think so too, bug .” Jack agreed, looking into his wife’s eyes.

“Okay, let’s go, lovebirds. Luke already threatened to eat a chunk of my leg if we don’t feed him.” Trevor interrupted, taking Joey from Jack and placing her on his shoulders.

“It’s barely three-thirty.” Y/N groaned, taking Jack's hand.

“He’s been fasting since last night.” her husband nearly whispered. “He says he doesn’t know when he’ll have the chance to eat this much delicious food for free again, so he wants to go all out.”

“I’m at loss for words. Truly.” she laughed, looking over at their friend.

“What do you say, Joey. Ready to party?” Trevor asked the little girl, fist bumping.

“Mommy says I can’t until I’m twenty-one.” she shrugged, making Y/N and Jack exchange amused looks.

“Well, one day you’ll learn how to efficiently lie to your mother.”

“Z!” the brunette man scolded him.

“Fine.” he grunted, turning his face to Joey. “We’ll get back to that. Let’s go find Cole.”

“How do we feel about not allowing Trevor to visit anymore?” Jack asked.

“I say we don’t give him our new address.” she smiled, adjusting his bow tie.

“Good plan, wife.”

“Thank you, husband.”

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Cassian NSFW Alphabet

✨ Characters - Cassian x reader

✨ Rating - Explicit (minors do not interact please)

✨ Trigger warnings - Mentions of non-consensual sex under N

✨ Genders/Pronouns - There are some gendered (AFAB) parts under B and O and a little in C

✨ Based off this template

✨ Character belongs to SJM

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

We all know this man is BIG. He’s asking you every minute on the minute if you’re okay and making sure he didn’t hurt you. He would make sure to clean you up himself, dress you, make sure you’re hydrated and not let you lift a finger. Only after all that and you assuring him a few dozen times that you’re okay will he finally lay with you and cuddle you to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Not sure if this counts as a body part, but his is definitely his hair. He for sure has a 10 step hair care routine he does twice a day. He takes pride in his hair and stands in front of the mirror for at least 30 minutes trying to get that perfect messy, “just thrown up” bun.

As for you he’s definitely a boob man. Ofc he shows your entire body love but I think your tits take the cake.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

We’ve all read ACOSF, we all know he has a breeding kink. Seeing his cum dripping out of you and you covered in his cum does it for him. All he can think of is cumming inside you and on you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Cassian. Is. A. Primal. Dom. I feel it in my bones. At first he holds back a lot with you, he doesn’t know if you’d be into it and he doesn’t want to scare you off. You notice this and one night as you’re laying in bed, you ask him about his turn ons and turn offs and he’s honest with you. If you’re into it he’d be all too eager to get started (aka he takes you right then and there). He’d definitely ease you into it though and if it’s not your cup of tea, that’s okay too. I think he takes sexual boundaries very seriously in general.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A lot of people say it’s not about size but it’s what you do with it, and Cassian not only has the size but he knows what he’s doing. He’s spent centuries turning his body into a weapon, he knows how to use it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He is a doggy man through and through. Also loves when you’re on top, it’s a close second. If he’s feeling more romantic he’ll put you in missionary so he can hold you and kiss you and look into your eyes as he fucks you. He also changes positions a lot, makes you cum in one position and then moves you into another, etc.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The second you two get started he is on a mission to you make cum as many times as possible and lose your mind. The most humour you’re getting is teasing and dirty talk. I think if you’re a little nervous he might crack a joke or two to help relax you though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I can’t see him doing too much. He just lets it go natural but doesn’t let it get out of hand or anything.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said before, it depends on his mood. But even when he’s fucking you like he hates you he still finds ways to love up on you and remind you of how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you it was maybe once every day or two. After he meets you and is courting you, you are the only thing on his mind. He needs to jack off multiple times a day to keep himself calm. Once you’re actually together he doesn’t do it anymore unless you’re away. And if that’s the case he’s definitely sending you it all through the bond.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Buckle in ladies, gents, and other gendered individuals. Cassian definitely has a size kink, breeding kink, exhibition kink and praise kink. Also enjoys primal play, bondage, dirty talk, impact play, orgasm control, nipple play, dominance (him being the dominant) and brat-taming just to name a few. I firmly believe he’s a “don’t knock til you try it” kind of person when it comes to sex so he’d definitely be willing to indulge in any of your kinks as well.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bed for sure. Just seeing you naked in HIS bed does things to him, it brings out his possessive side. But will definitely fuck you anywhere anytime.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you act like a brat you can really rev him up, it gets him going like no other. Also likes if you’re extra submissive or initiate primal play.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think anything non-con would be an absolute no for him. Even consensual non-con. I don’t think he’d be a big fan of degradation, he’d call you his slut and humiliate you a little if it were a kink of yours but he would draw the line at anything more.

He also wouldn’t want to share you with anyone if you were his mate. You are for his eyes and cock only. He’s very firm on that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He spends HOURS going down on you. It’s his favourite place in the whole wide universe. “Gotta get this tight little pussy ready to take me.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, depends on his mood. I think Cassian either fucks you or makes love to you. When he’s fucking you he’s very rough but when he’s making love to you he’s very romantic and slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Anytime he can have you, he is having you. Anytime, anywhere. In the shower, in between training sessions, In between meetings, I mean in between battles for gods sake.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said before, he’s a don’t knock it til you try it kind of guy. As long as it’s within both of your boundaries he’s more than happy to give something a go at least one.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He cums and his dick is back up and standing at full attention ready to go again. Just being in your presence is enough to get him going. When you two first have sex he cums within a few minutes, he just can’t help it. Makes it up to you over the next 5 rounds though.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Before you he didn’t own any toys. Rhys and Azriel definitely got him a fleshlight one year for Solstice. “You need to loosen up” they had said, having had enough of the moody general. Cassian for sure gave it go before throwing it out though. Once you two are together you have a shopping spree and pick up some things to try.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s is ALWAYS teasing. He’s a total dick about it too. “Uh uh, be good for me or you don’t get my cock.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He growls and grunts… a lot. He just can’t help it. Definitely gets louder when he’s about to/does cum.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He LOVES nipple piercings. When you tell him you want yours done he would drag you to the piercing salon. Would also stab the piercer in the eye with the needle if it were a male though.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He has been training for centuries, he is a wall of muscle. I hc him to be about 7 feet tall, he is big and muscular everywhere. Speaking of being big, his cock would have to be at least 12 inches long and about 6 inches in girth. He’s a BIG boy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think he’s fucking you at least once a day. Ideally twice with a few quickies throughout the day when possible. VERY high sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once he knows that you’re settled and doing okay after sex I think he waits for you to nod off first and then goes to sleep. He wants to be awake in case you change your mind and need anything.

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