I recently looked through your posts about your oc Rowan and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHH
Is it alright if I ask for some general hcs about how he will treat us once we're in his castle? Or if we behave, will we get to cuddle him?? I REALLY wanna cuddle him
-🌸 (is it ok if I be 🌸 annon?)
Awww, thank you 🌸 anon!! Sorry this took a bit; I had to dig through my notes like a rat for these headcanons.
Canonically, the reader would misbehave, like, a LOT. But yes, you will get your cuddles, whether you want them or not. They do NOT want to be there, as it gets them in contact with Rowan’s father because they {REDACTED}
Rowan is the type of yandere who absolutely adores and dotes on their darling a lot. It's to the point that he doesn’t want them to do anything on their own, like a rich owner pampering their pet.
And at first it was subtle, you know? Of course, he wasn’t going to IMMEDIATELY try to tell the human what to do (that would only result in him having a broken limb), but he does start to…subtly nudge them in the ‘right’ direction.
He loves the idea of watching them slowly lose their hard-earned muscle, which is slowly replaced by fat, and the darling starts to lose more and more of their individuality until they can only depend on him.
Although it will take a long time before this idea becomes a reality, since the reader is an independent adult and a survivor who does not trust him, especially not after he trapped them in the castle.
Rowan feels a shiver of delight at the thought as he trails his fangs down onto their back, feeling them shiver as they let him caress their body. He pulls back and admires the grotesque scars and pure muscles, built up from years of hunting.
God, Rowan wishes he could just carry them into the palace and stuff them until they’re full, unable to leave the bed and panting with need-
He's getting ahead of himself.
Rowan shook off his thoughts- not now. It isn’t the time for his imagination, not when the source of his fantasies is allowing him the privilege of touching them like this.
He perked up at their meek voice, feeling a shiver down his spine at the fact that they’re like this because of him- HIM.
“I don’t…I don’t know if I like this-“
He shushed them, rubbing his head against his shoulders. “Shh..I know you’re nervous, but…aren’t you curious…?”
Rowan smiled as he hears their blood rush through their veins. He licks his lips as he feels his fangs extend as he allows his hand to wander down.
He leans forward. “May I…?”
He watches their face go through multiple changes. From a face of doubt, before slowly turning into one of curiosity as they meet him halfway.
Their lips pressed together into a soft kiss. And Rowan feels something snap inside him as he lets his fangs peek out and nip their lips.
They opened their mouth in surprise and he takes the opportunity to push his tongue in. You both let out a moan as you continued exploring each other’s mouth.
Rowan feels like he’s in heaven. To think that they were so hesitant at first. ‘And look how absolutely docile they are now…’ he mused, pulling his tongue out.
He presses gentle kisses across their body, delicately worshipping every scar, every mistake, every imperfection. One day, these will all be removed…he’ll make sure of it.
The first few nights, you would have your own dungeon room before Rowan finally decides to move you to his room for some personal time.
You WILL be wearing a collar, as well as heavy weights that slow you down so you can’t run, so have fun with that.
"Is this REALLY necessary? You already have, what- ten guards watching my every move, and now this? What are you planning next, drugs?" You grunted, tugging on the annoyingly soft velvet piece on your neck.
"Now, now, it is just a safety precaution." He chuckled, forcing your hand off of it. "From what? Nothing in here can hurt me, thanks to you." You snarled in annoyance.
"Why, to make sure that everybody knows who you should be returned to if you get lost, of course!" He quickly tilted his head to the side to avoid a glass vase from smashing against his face.
Rowan treats your hygiene like it's a ritual. Your comfort and health are his priority.
He makes sure to observe your reaction to see what you think of your meals, your clothes, the smell of your perfume, and anything else; he'll take notes of it. If you grimace or shift in any way that shows you're uncomfortable, then that thing is burning in the fireplace.
You frowned, forced to watch as the servants took another pile of fabric and threw it into the fire. "... That is such a waste of resources; you should...what's the word again...?" You trailed off, trying to find the right term in your memory.
"D....donate! You should just donate these shit instead of burning them." You coughed and waved your hand against all the smoke; your brow twitched in envy as Rowan easily breathed in the ashen air without a problem.
"Nonsense, love." He bared his pearly white fangs as he leaned down to smile at you, forcing you to take a step back. "Anything that makes you uncomfortable shouldn't be allowed to exist. It is as simple as that"
