#oc: Tynan

[chooh2]

zhak vo'n'ash duj

[bhaal-n-chain]

Epilogue Tynan hand in marriage please?? 👉👈

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Incubus x Reader

“Hey, Doll. Why don’t you join me for a bath?” Tynan asks, an easy smirk on his face. He likes watching your reactions, whether you’re teasing him or getting flustered. It’s cute, honestly.

Oh man, Tynan thinks. He’s really down bad. He didn’t really think he’d (1) want you beyond a physical relationship and (2) want to capture you so you’ll be wholly his, forced to rely on him and only him. These thoughts used to baffle him (and maybe they do still baffle him somewhat), but he honestly doesn’t care too much anymore. Still…

Tynan isn’t sure when his breaking point was.

Was it when he was first lured in by your dreams? When he first got a taste of you? When he first decided to stay for a little longer than he usually would?

You appealed to Tynan’s tastes quite a bit, more than any other human had, but that wasn’t his breaking point, was it? Your guardian angel and his obsession with you was intriguing, but that certainly wasn’t Tynan’s breaking point, either. Sure, your guardian angel gave Tynan some source of amusement and it was a surprise that you could even see your own guardian angel, but that wasn’t enough to make Tynan spiral.

His competitiveness with your guardian angel did make Tynan more touchy and affectionate (and wow, did he like touching you), but that wasn’t his breaking point, either.

Tynan seriously can’t wrap his head around it. Sex is casual. Relationships are casual. But here you are, making him want to get consumed by you. Here you are, making him jealous of all things. 

Tynan doesn’t like emotions or attachments – it’s pointless, really – but he wants to overload you with his feelings for you, attaching you to his side forever. He wants to take you back with him to his home so he can lock you up and hide you away from the world forever. If you’re there, he doesn’t need anyone else. He’ll never need anyone else ever again.

“Tynan?” you call, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Do you want me to wash your hair?” 

The question makes him smile. You’re really too cute. It’s to the point that you’re the only thing that matters to him.Yeah, that’s right – it doesn’t matter what his breaking point was. All that matters is that you’ve made him break his long streak of detachment and he’s not planning on ever letting go.

[waynesandstorm]

He definitely didn’t drop a grenade

[wool-string]

Hasn’t used his human voice in a few hundred years.. gotta thaw out those vocal chords lol

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

Since I'm going to be at camp for the next week, I'd like to see what you wanna see me draw when I get back!

[rayewritesfantasy]

15 Questions

Once again, thank you @thewriteflame

This is the Tynan version of the 15 questions.

Tynan is the second protagonist of my fantasy romance Sea of Stars. A lot tricker than Juliet, but I relish the chance to get inside his head.

Juliet version here:

Without further preamble, here we go.

...

Tynan takes me aback. In the interviews he has appeared in alongside his wife, he was something of an ominous shadow, lurking at her back. As though he dared somebody to be foolish enough to try and offend her.

In person however, I have to keep myself from openly gawking at him. Tall and broad shouldered with a shock of pitch black hair that seems to ripple with his stride where it flows around his shoulders. His skin is ivory pale and smooth as milk. But what pins me in my seat are his eyes. Bright, shocking, blue and focused on me as though I'm being measured up like a side of meat. For all his un-natural beauty, all I really want to do is run away and hide from him.

"Good afternoon." He greets me, Scottish accent so controlled that I can hardly hear it at all.

"Good afternoon. I have a feeling you would prefer to get this over with quickly. May I call you Tynan?"

His very white teeth flash and I can't help but picture them buried in the flesh of something innocent.

I was warned that he wasn't human, nor does he pass for one with much in the way of commitment. But I was not expecting the sheer heart pounding terror he'd bring up into my throat.

"Aye. Ask yer wee questions, an' I'll consider us square. Like we never crossed paths, acceptable?"

I nod, "You have a deal."

He regards me as he lounges back against the chair, "Well then, let's begin, shall we?"

I clear my throat and pick up my pen.

Are you named after someone?

He rolls his shoulders in a great shrug, "Tynan means "Dark" in Irish. I suppose my Juliet chose it because of my hair. Next question."

I clear my throat.

When was the last time you cried?

He regards me with an expression that makes me shrink backwards, "Bit rude to ask that, ken? Next question."

I nod, awkward.

"Um, lets see..."

Do you have kids?

He considers it, "No. My kind aren't parental. Never cared for bairns." His gaze softens, "Juliet has a cute wee neice though. I like her well enough."

I have a feeling he's a little more fond than he would ever let on, but I have zero urge to pry any deeper.

Do you use sarcasm?

He smiles, one of those unnerving ones that makes me flinch a little.

"I find sarcasm fascinating. How to lie, without actually lying, just by using a tone of voice. Would you like to see me use it?"

I nod, unsure why I do. I don't want to see him use sarcasm. I don't want to spend more time than I have to in this closed room with him. Infact, I want to run for the door and call this whole thing off. But I feel like turning my back on him would be a fatal error on my part.

His tongue, which seems too long and also pointed, comes out to wet his lips as he leans forward and snares me with his gaze.

"I don't want to devour you, what makes you think I would?" he drawls, sarcasm so heavy it practically drools.

I swallow, doing my best to ignore the fear thick in my throat.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

He leans back, suddenly far less intensely focused on me. "How much fun I could have with them. I can always tell the runners from the fighters, and exactly how long they'll last against me."

That isn't a terrifying answer at all. Nope. He's totally not the poster child for serial killers everywhere.

I clear my throat and regard my notes rather than let him see how freaked out I am right now.

What's your eye colour?

He tilts his head, a totally different smile curving his lips upwards. This one I can see people being charmed by. He looks rather like a smug cat and it makes his eyes shine. "Cerulean. Sky blue. Tropical blue. Which ever lovely words ye want to use. Flattery could save your life, hen."

I blink, startled by the fact he just winked at me.

"I don't know that your lovely wife would want me to flatter you." I manage, wondering suddenly if I can get her back in here. Maybe she can tell him to stop frightening me.

He snorts, amused and waves a hand as though to bid me continue.

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Ah, I do love the human concept of a scary movie. The jump scares, the eerie noises and special effects. My wee Juliet clinging to me for protection. They're delightful things, horror movies. Can't recommend them enough."

I nod, "Any particular favourites that you'd like to recommend to readers?"

He taps his chin as though thinking, "Sinister. And also The Exorcist."

I scribble the names down. "Okay, so moving on."

Any special talents?

He blinks, "I like to knit. I have made jumpers. And a blanket for the baby. I'm also a good singer."

I nod. His speaking voice has a certain musical quality about it and I'm not surprised it translates well to singing.

Where were you born?

He looks away for a long moment, a sigh leaving his body.

The question must be boring enough to not earn an answer. I open my mouth to ask the next one, but he turns and gives me a small, almost sheepish smile.

"I was born in Lochan Na Dunaich. My mother still dwells there."

What are your hobbies?

"Ah, well I like to knit, like I said. I have also recently taken up whittling. I've gotten fairly decent at carving bird whistles. Outdoors, I love to swim. I've been learning how to draw wee birds as well. We have a bird table, so I can watch them through the window."

He seems somewhat more relaxed than when we began. It's a vast improvement from the initial glaring I was subjected to.

Have any pets?

He laughs. Right out loud. It startles me a little.

"No." is all he says at long last.

What sports do you play/have you played?

His smile is cunning, "I've played a few games of rubgy in my time. There's nothing like the rush of ploughing through a defensive line to score a try."

I make a note of that. "Sounds like fun."

How tall are you?

He makes a slightly confused face, "That's a strange question. I'm over 6 feet. I think it was maybe 6, 2?"

He shrugs it off, "It doesn't matter that much, does it?"

Favourite subject in school?

He chuckles, "I never went to school. But I like to do the wee word puzzles on Countdown in the evening. Making the words from the letters. And I'm good at the sums too."

Of course. Not a human, so he didn't attend a school. The question was a stupid one.

I make sure to record his answer dutifully though.

Dream job?

He grins, "Easy! I'd be a tour guide. Show all the tourists around and tell them the real history. Stuff the books never say."

I nod along as I write that down.

"Was that the last one, aye?"

He's leaning over to look at my writing as I finish my notes. He's far closer than I expected and his breath makes my hair flutter.

"Oh. Yes. Um... that's all." I manage, stepping back a bit.

He nods, a look of faint approval about him.

"They weren't too bad. Ye have many more folk today?"

I shake my head, "Only a fashion blogger who has been teaching people how to tailor clothes to fit better."

I don't know why I tell him. His eyes are just so very blue. Almost hypnotic from this close.

I can smell something earthy and damp. Like mud and green plants. I could just close my eyes take a good sniff and...

He laughs, quiet and dangerous. "You should be more careful, hen. Lowering your guard like that."

I recoil, shaking myself and reminding myself how stupid that was on my part.

He strolls away, pausing by the door to wriggle his fingers at me in a little wave.

"Cheerio, hen. Don't write anything too unflattering in your wee blog, aye?"

The door snaps shut behind him and I shudder.

Tynan Northwood is not to be trusted. No matter how pretty he looks.

Now this one was fun. Tynan is always interesting because he's always somewhere between charming and alarming. I think he just enjoys playing with people to watch them react. But then, that would be a kelpie for you.

As always, please share any thoughts or questions and I'll answer at some point.

Consider yourself tagged if you wanna join in the fun!

[breedaboyd]

Cruel and Unusual Torture ~ Stephen Tynan

(Gif by me.)

Pairing: Stephen Tynan ☓ Damien Brooks.

Word Count: 1.4k+

CW: Chastity cages, daddy kink, dom/sub, sounding, watersports.

It's very convenient that Damien's working with Stephen in the US embassy today. Very convenient.

He supposes Stephen was feeling particularly cruel today, doing what he did this morning. Sure, Damien's gotten used to having his dick in a cage when he's been bad. Sure, that's become a staple, but adding a sound? Of all the inhumane, cruel, unnecessary actions... So he had to endure Stephen sliding a long steel rod into his urethra and even locking the whole thing with a padlock. Sadistic prick. He can ignore his own cock, for the most part. But now he needs to piss and, fuck, it's ruining him.

"Something the matter, baby?" Stephen teases him, playing up being sweet and concerned. Damien huffs and tries not to whine because his stomach's aching and he has this cramp that won't fuck off. "I think I know what's wrong here, baby, but I want you to tell me." Stephen says, smiling that cocky fucking smile that makes the younger man want to simultaneously kiss him and punch his lights out. Fuck it, that'll have to wait. Right now, he needs relief.

"Hurts, Stephen." He gasps. "Please..." He isn't proud of sounding like some pathetic bitch desperate for a pity fuck but in this moment he feels like it. "It's...so fucking deep in there..." Stephen kisses his forehead, gently, so affectionately that Damien's shocked. The gesture sends a brief wave of comfort over him before he remembers just how dire his predicament is.

"What d'you need, baby?" Stephen asks, knowing damn well what Damien needs.

"Let me out." The younger man hisses and pouts. He squirms and wiggles his hips before wincing and grabbing at his groin. "Please, please, take it out. I need to piss. Fuck, take it out. It's... Fuck, it's deep, Stephen." Damien looks at him, fluttering his eyelashes and pouting his mouth so pitifully. Stephen gently kisses his lips. "Need to go so bad... You did this... Now let me go. Just for a few minutes. I can put it all back on after I've pissed. Th-Then I could suck your cock? Would you like that, daddy? Like for your baby boy to suck you off? C'mon, yeah? Please?" Stephen gets more convinced by each and every one of Damien's pleas, shaking his head. "Please, please, Daddy... F-Fuck, feels like it's in my stomach, Stephen. I... I needed to piss a few hours ago but I was a good boy. Now I need to go and can't. Please, let me out." The older man chuckles. He leans back in his chair and pats his lap.

Damien, jumping at the chance to please him, rounds the desk and seats himself in Stephen's lap. The American tugs up Damien's shirt to get to his abdomen, gently stroking his fingertips along the flesh with is ever so slightly distended. The younger man groans weakly and, biting his lip, leans into Stephen's touch. But then Stephen presses down, fingers kneading into his swollen abdomen, and all Hell breaks loose. His eyes go wide and he wiggles and writhes so suddenly. He cries out in disbelief and squirms to escape Stephen's hand.

"STEPHEN!" Damien whines. "Fucking take it out! God— Fuck! FUCK, TAKE IT OUT! Please, Stephen... I have to piss. Stephen, Daddy, c'mon. Please. Please..." His stomach aches and he fears what comes next if he can't have release. Stephen doesn't give him any respite, continuing to massage and prod at his bloated abdomen. He cries out again, this time gasping and panting. "P-Please... Don't fucking do that. Hurts so fucking bad..." Stephen just hums. He snakes his hand into Damien's trousers to grab and stroke at his locked-up cock. Damien shakes his head and tries to push him away, crying out as Stephen presses into his gut.

"You've made it this far, baby. Done so good. You can make it home."

"No, no, no, no, no. You can't. S'too far. Please, please, let me take it out. N-Not at home. Not at home. Take the sound out. I can't hold it 'til we get back." Stephen shakes his head, not planning on showing any more of this mercy. "Stephen, n-no! I won't be able to make it all the way—" Stephan presses into his abdomen again, hard, and Damien lurches forward with a stifled cry, grabbing onto the brunette's offending arm. "O-Okay... I'll make it home but...we need to go *now*. Please, Daddy..." He huffs, squirming again.

"Alright, we'll head home."

The ride home is just as torturous as Damien thinks it'll be. With every swerve of the car, his guts lurch, making him even more aware of how fucked he is. When he'd begun this relationship with his American he'd never imagined that things would get this twisted. God, he loves Stephen, of course he does, but Stephen...has quite the streak of cruelty in him that only seems to manifest itself at the worst times. It's why Damien often finds himself agreeing with him when Stephen reprimands him or calls him names. It's a bitch of a thing to know and admit to yourself, especially when he lets the Americans walk all over him like this. But, fuck, there's a part of him that loves it.

They pull into the garage and Damien practically leaps out, fumbling with the keys to get inside. When the door's unlocked, he leaves it open for Stephen and rushes to the bathroom, turning on the light. Shoving down his pants and boxers, he whines as he glances down at his caged dick. Stephen follows closely behind, getting on his knees as he fishes the key for the padlock out of his pocket.

"Shh, baby. Daddy's gonna unlock your cage." He coos, running one hand soothingly up and down the younger man's thigh.

"Fuck... Please, don't take too long..." Damien breathes, inhaling sharply as he feels Stephen cup his balls with his free hand. Stephen unlocks and discards the padlock, carefully removing the cock cage and throwing it aside. Damien whines again, this time with relief. "Mmph... Thank you, Daddy. Such a nice Daddy. F-Fuck, Stephen..." He rambles as Stephen grabs the end of the sound, slowly inching it out. Seems he's not completely had his fun because he sure as Hell takes his time working it free. "Stephen, please!" The younger man yelps, lurching forwards and placing his hands on either side of Stephen's head. He cries out again as it feels like half his length is pulled free. Slowly, slowly, it's worked free and the pressure in Damien's bladder gets harder to ignore. "Need to piss so bad. Need to piss, need to piss, need to piss. C'mon, Stephen..." He chants, dropping a hand to his cock.

Suddenly it's out and then the dam breaks. Damien doesn't even think to turn or push Stephen out of the way of the toilet. He can't stop it. Stephen just gazes up at him, rock hard in his pants, as a hot jet of piss catches him just below the corner of his mouth. His eyes flutter closed as he sticks his tongue out and Damien lets out a choked whimper. His piss just drenches Stephen, the American licking up some stray drops with a satisfied groan. And, damn, Stephen's too fucking good-looking for his own good, looking like that. And it just keeps coming. There's so much. He's so backed up.

Piss runs in hot streams down Stephen's neck, soaking into his dress shirt and vest, making them cling to his skin. He slides his hands up the younger man's thighs to his hips, holding on tight as piss splatters against his shirt and pants. Damien's whimpers and groans mixed with the splashing of his piss are all that fill the room. The younger man's thighs tremble under Stephen's grasp and he pants through the last few shuddering spurts.

When it's finally over, Stephen leans in to drag his tongue along the tender slit of Damien's cock. Fuck. Just fuck. He licks up every stray drop, sighing lowly at the heady, musky scent. A deep flush covers the younger man's face, neck, and chest.

"... F-Fucking filthy son of a bitch, Tynan." He growls. "You were waiting...for that...all day, weren't you?" He huffs.

"You did Daddy so proud today, baby." Stephen purrs and, God, his eyes are glazed over and hazy with lust. He looks fucking ruined; knelt on the floor, twitching in his pants, drenched in piss and sporting a prominent tent in his dress pants. "Just so glad you made it home. Looked so fucking good doing it, baby."

Christ, what a way to find out Stephen Tynan had a piss kink.

[mauannacreates]

Flufftober: Feburary.

I'm doing Feburary's Flufftober by @flufftober.

As of who I wanted to do the flufftober on, I was thinking about it for a while, when I decided that I wanted to do it with Elaine and Tynan this time around. And honestly, I wanted to write a short story on them for a while, so why not.

For the art I did Elaine dancing while Tynan is watching her dance. I did it a bit differently than usual. First drawing and coloring the picture in, and then I used Krita to color it on top.

So I hope you enjoy the art and the story.

___

Sitting on the desk, Tynan eyes wants to close on him. He looks tries to look around, wait for Elaine to come back. It has been an hour since she has gone. The heaviness of his tired eyes starts to close... When a door slams open.

Tynan eyes shoots open, as his wings flaps a few times. He looks up and see the gray cat with pink hair reaching just above her shoulders. And her white streak from her hair isn’t there. How unusual.

“Elaine! What took you so long?” he asks, the hoodie going half way through his sight. He adjusts it.

She is laughing. “Tynan. You haven’t gotten ready?”

“Ready...? Ready for what?”

“Snappi invited us to a party, remember?”

And it hit him, a party. With lots of people. he remembered that conversation. The green crocodile came to their house a few weeks before.

“Hey hey! Elaine, Tynan, we’re holding a party next week. Feburary 14th, Valentines day! Do you guys want to come?”

“Oh really? Hell yeah, I want to come!” She then turned to Tynan, “Did you want to come Tynan...? I know you don’t like these sort of things, I --”

“Yeah, I can come.” he gave the most convincing smile he can manage.

He thought at the time, that it wouldn’t be that bad. But now since it is the day, he is not too sure if he wants to go.

He looks away from her.

“Is this your way of saying that you don’t want to go?” Elaine asks, with her arms on her waist.

Tynan blinks and his eyes widens. Elaine is wearing different clothing to what she usually wears. Sure, she’s still wearing white, but instead of a dress, she’s wearing white pants with a white long sleeve shirt and coat that falls just below her knees. She is also wearing black boots. He could actually see her gray tail behind her. “You’re really admiring how I look, huh?” Her mouth curves.

“Yes, Elaine. You look beautiful.” He says. If Elaine have her katana made, then she would look even more elegant.

“You want to go? Or are you starting to have second thoughts?”

“Honestly Elaine... I don’t know if I want to go...”

Elaine’s eyes widens for a second, but then she nods slow “It’s ok Tynan... We’ll just...”

A sudden knock come to the door.They look at each other before Elaine goes towards it and opens to see a stubby little green crocodile with the small dark blue T-rex holding their arm. They both are wearing top hats.

“Greetings Elaine and Tynan.” Snippy says with a small smile curving.

“Are we gonna start walking there together? But, oooh, you look so nice Elaine.”

Elaine starts to laugh, putting her arms behind her back.

“Thanks Snippy and Snappi, but Tynan doesn’t want to go today.” Elaine says, “And honestly, I don’t really want to go either.”

“Elaine!” Tynan says flapping on the top of her shoulder, “You were so looking forward to that party." He said, now remembering her talking about it at least half the time she was near him. "You can go if you want to.”

“No, it’s ok. There’s no point in it.”

Snippy and Snappi glance at each other before they face them both.They both had a smile on their face.

“I kinda expected that you didn’t want to go Tynan. Isn’t that right Snippy?”

“Yes, it's ok if you want to be alone for the day.”

Snappi gives them a disk. “Here, have this. Maybe you both will like this song.” Elaine reaches out and grabs the disk, staring at it.

“You know you didn’t have to, right? We’re not your lovers.”

“But you are a charm to have around.” Snippy says and Snappi nods.

“Ok, we will go now. Have fun~!” Snappi says as they grab Snippy’s small stubby hand and they both run off.

Elaine and Tynan watches them run for a minute before Elaine closes the door.

“Well... I guess it’s just us two.” Tynan bobs his head. As they both stare at the disk the reptiles had given them.

“Silence by Marshmello feat Khalid...”

“Who is Marshmello?” Elaine asks, and she looks as if she’s going to laugh. “Is it an actual marshmallow singing this song!?”

Tynan laughs. The thought of an actual marshmellow singing is funny to think about. “I do not know Elaine, but if they say that we’ll like it, then perhaps... We should listen to it.”

Elaine grabs the radio from the room, and puts the disk in, and closes it. Then, a red rose appears from her hand.

“Here. I nearly forgot to give this to you.”

“What...!? For me?”

“Yes.” Elaine says “I would of given a bouquet to you if you came to the party, but I decided to grab one with me in case.” She clips it onto his scarf and he looks at her.

“Elaine... Thank you.”

The song starts to play and Elaine gets up and starts to dance, and Tynan looks at her and smiles, with her arms swinging around with the rhythm.

‘I found peace in your violence

Can't tell me there's no point in trying

I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long.

I'm in need of a savior (Savior), but I'm not asking for favors

My whole life, I've felt like a burden

I think too much, and I hate it

I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring

Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence... ’

Tynan looks away at Elaine, with tears in his eyes, Those memories he’s been keeping for so long is coming back. The song continues when Elaine looks at him. Then she runs towards him.

“Hey, Tynan. Are you ok?”

He breathes in deep and his eyes glance at her.

“I... I don’t think so...” He says, looking down from the table, looking down to the floor. “I am scared Elaine. After when they went and put her in the Telling arc. To test her and to see if they can get magic... But then... She never came back.” His feathers fluffs out, as tears couldn’t stop flowing down.

“... So we’re going to be talking about that time...?” Elaine’s ears droops. He nearly forgot that she doesn’t like talking about it either.

“I... I’m sorry I --”

“Tynan.” Elaine raises her hand. “Don’t apologise. I know it’s harder for you then it is for me. She was one of your pupils after all...”

Tynan breathes out hard. “Yes... I... Having to hide this secret. This... ‘accident’ from others... I still think there are people who think I did something bad to her. I don’t like to hide any of this.”

“I know I...” She leans towards him and her arms wraps around his body. “I don’t like it either.”

Elaine lets go and her slit eyes stares at Tynan, her eyes bent down. “But you know... Even if we are now bounded to this place... You are my partner, and I will always have your back. Ok?”

“... No matter what happens?”

Elaine nods “Yes, no matter what happens. Because we still have a duty to fulfill.” Elaine’s mouth twitches upwards “And because you’re my adorable little marshmallow.”

“Are you trying to sidestep that you’re not a marshmallow too?”

“Oh my god, no!” Elaine says as her face starts to glow red, “Shut up! I am not admitting that!”

Tynan laughs at Elaine, as she starts going on a tangent on twenty reasons on why she’s not a marshmallow.

But that is right. As long as she is there, they can go through anything together. They have gone through countless battles together, so he thinks they can get through the next series of battles, no matter what will come next.

[peapod20001]

"pop six squish uh-uh cicero lipschitz" just describes all the freaky sex they've had

LMAO TBH THIS SONG DIDNT EVEN COME TO MIND TILL NOW 😭 but yea! You right!!

And Lipschitz sounds like smth Hallow would parrot cus it sounds bad but he, in fact, has no idea what it means

[followthechick]

Today's character is my son Tynan 💙 One of my oldest Wakfu ocs, he's so wholesome 🫶 I like to doodle his stupid lil face from time to time.

✨ All my links ✨

[chooh2]

BLOOD KIN

[bhaal-n-chain]

✨✨✨

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Incubus x Reader

Tynan isn’t one to linger. Once he enters someone’s dreams and eats their sexual desires, he’s gone before that person even realizes he was there.

Sometimes, someone will summon him for their sexual urges, which does cause him to stay a little longer. But even then, he doesn’t stay for too long, preferring to freely go as he pleases.

Even when he was drawn to your dreams, he never intended to stay. Even when your dreams were the most delicious he’d ever tasted, even when your skin was the softest he’d ever felt, he never intended to stay.

Yet, as he sees you snoozing beside him, he can’t help but think that he’ll never be able to be anywhere else. He doesn’t really care for cuddling or aftercare or anything that comes after sex, but he likes it when it’s with you. You’re warm and just fit perfectly against him. He likes it when you smile and thank him for water or when he helps you clean yourself. Even when you chatter about things that he frankly shouldn’t care about, he doesn’t really mind it because it’s from you.

Really, he hates small talk. He hates getting to know people. He hates the burden of relationships. All of it’s a chore – a complete bore – to him. But he likes talking to you, actually. He wants to get to know you. He wants you to be his.

And these thoughts of his – this sentiment – should be cute in any other situation. But unfortunately for you, Tynan isn’t an angel or a human or anything positively inclined. He’s a demon, an incubus, and human emotions or consent or anything is trivial to him. His desires are what make him operate, what will always make him operate.

So don’t be fooled by his flirty smile. He’ll make you his, even if it means isolating you from others. He’ll make you his, even if it means taking you far, far away from everything you’ve ever known. He’ll make you his, whether you want to be his or not.

Because at the end of the day, his desires are what matter most to him and you are the one he desires most.

[jkoningen]

Masterlist

Started: Dec 2, 2022

Last Updated: June 8, 2023

# of Works: 31

Spencer Reid

Kissing/Love Prompts

Whispering 'I love you' in between kisses. (1/?)

Fixing the Collar of their Shirt. (2/?)

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you." (3/?)

Slow Dancing (4/?)

Blurbs

"Just like in Speed-"

“I’m not going to apologize for marking you, now everyone knows you’re mine.”

"You're making this really hard..."

I'd do anything for you.

Chats

Reid and (Y/N) are at it again. He thinks he got you, but you come with a zinger.

You're Cute.

Scale from 1-10

I'll Take That Action

Maybe (Y/N) Killed Him

Misc.

Prompts

Georgenotfound

Kissing Prompt: Not being able to speak correctly after a kiss

Sapnap

[SapnapxFem!Reader] When You Said "I Love You" for the First Time

[SapnapxFem!Reader] "If I was your boyfriend, I would pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad."

The Dream Team meets up to discuss Sapnap and your wedding.

Tynan

"You're crazy, but I like crazy."

Blurbs

Georgenotfound

Sapnap

“Writing Stuff Down”

Zeldris {Ten Commandments}

Thamuz [Zeldris x OC!]

Series

Sapnap

Pregnant? Part One

Pregnant? Part Two

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