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whatever you need | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: don't mind me, just eating pomelo and writing smut. i daydream about this piece every and all work day i have rn, it's pretty unhinged bcs i'm working as a gift wrapper for the holiday season and just staring ahead thinking of.... things. i'm technically an atheist, but i would need forgiveness for those thoughts. ANYWAY JEEZ. this took me like four days, help. i'm so insecure abt my smut writing, tho so ooohhh god am i actually dreading posting this. i'll just publish and run away from tumblr for a week. happy reading

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something strange was happening in the arena. something was being done to the camera feeds that were supposed to livestream every second of what was happening in it. only because something seemed to have gone wrong in the games y/n was stuck to the television screen in her living room slash lounge. her parents were called into urgent work in district three a few hours ago, so it was only her and some of the maids in the house. they kept to themselves, though, and were probably asleep in their quarters at the mansion’s far-end wing. except for the main housekeeper, who was adamantly guarding the entrance of the house, in case anyone came by.

her parents were counting on someone coming by - with the way she was recently behaving at school and with the rebel bombs, they were real worried about her well-being. she was always alone at home, because there was no one to bring home. except the dean, but he came by himself and only to serve his usual scolding and threats about y/n’s rebellious nature and behaviour at school. her parents hadn’t felt such worry for their daughter as they felt now since the war days.

what soothed her mother’s worried heart and mind was the presence of the maids and the housekeeper. y/n appreciated their staying around and liked hearing noises made by someone else in the mansion, even if it was only a far-away creak of floorboards or a door closing. but she didn’t need anything from them, ever, she’d been very independent since her early childhood, and maids seemed like such an excess right now, an even backwards concept for y/n. her family employing them, unable to live without them, made her feel like the rich princess everyone deemed her being.

y/n had felt fine being home alone until the feed from the arena turned strange. darker, blacker, and the audio seemed warped or otherwise manipulated. she’d caught sight of a familiar figure entering the arena – who was that? how did he get inside? who can tell... – and then the feed changed. there was nothing much she could see, but her eyes had been glued to the screen of her television for the past half hour, anyway. all the while she was straining her eyes to try to see who it was, and at some point that figure was joined by another by Sejanus’ tribute Marcus’ bruised and wounded body, and then the feed darkened nearly completely.

she sat in her sofa in an embryo pose, blanket over her stressed form, covering her back and the bare feet and legs that the knitted bedtime jumper couldn’t. she realized the gamemakers or the Capitol were trying to hide something, nothing else could explain the feed changing and audio going wobbly and earning static in the process.

the bell ringing at the front door startled her so bad that y/n gasped and jerked in her position on the sofa. her head whipped in its direction and she watched two figures entering her family’s mansion from the far end of the hallway. she could already tell who the two were, but she remained sat on the sofa, her legs unmoving out of anxiety. she shut off the television and just watched them walk towards her through the unlit hallway, arms wrapping around her knees underneath her beloved blanket.

“ms y/l/n, a mister Snow is here, for you,” the housekeeper announced as she and Coriolanus entered the living room, Coriolanus stumbling into the room more than walking into it. he looked like he was falling to pieces. his breath was heavy, hair and academy uniform in disarray, face just... bewildered. y/n nodded at her housekeeper, extended her arms towards Coryo like a child reaching for its favourite toy and sniffled quietly.

“thank you, Nora,” she told the housekeeper, “please leave us. you can go to bed, i won’t need anything else for the night.” she said in a hushed voice and the housekeeper nodded, knowing to listen to the child of her employers. y/n hated giving anyone orders, much less this spectacular lady, but she did want to be alone with Coryo. and by the look of him, she could tell he couldn’t be around anyone else but her. he was a man of privacy, after all.

as soon as Nora shut the door behind her and left for the maids’ quarters, Coryo accepted the plea in y/n’s extended arms and stumbled over to her on the sofa. “i—i’m sorry,” he said the first words out of breath, in a voice so broken and frail that y/n’s lips twitched downwards and she felt the need to cry, “i didn’t know where else to go, i couldn’t... i couldn’t f-face anyone else...” as he sat down before y/n’s bare feet peeking out from the blanket, she noticed in the poor lighting of the room that his clothes were dirty. there were cuts in his shirt, dirt, gravel, sand... blood.

“what happened?” her voice wouldn’t go any louder than a whisper, and her lips were turning into a pout as she looked Coryo over, her meek hands reaching out for him but unsure whether she should touch him or not. he could fall apart like the frailest glass, it seemed, if anything touched him right now. his face was bruised. there were small cuts on his cheek, blood on his chin. she noticed how they had already been taken care of.

Coryo still took heavy breaths, but finally he felt like his vision was real and not fooling him, and he took in his surroundings. the dim lighting in the posh room, y/n’s bare feet touching his red academy pant leg, her legs pulled up to her chest under a cute throw-blanket in the pastel colour of chocolate milk, her small hands reaching out to him, unsure, unsteady. he lifted his head to look at her, and the expression on her face made his heart lurch in his chest. her glassy eyes – no doubt matching his –, the pout on her lips, her rosy cheeks, eyebrows scrunched in worry and confusion. he could never decline that face. “dr Gaul sent me inside the arena to get Sejanus out,” he finally said, and he spoke in a whisper tone that could only be meant for secrets, “but the tributes heard us... i’m not sure i should even be telling you about this at all,” he admitted.

y/n shook her head. “your secret’s safe with me,” she assured with a gentle nod.

“yes, but dr Gaul—” Coryo began, but she interrupted him in the voice of a faint whisper.

“i know how terrifying she is,” y/n persisted, “she won’t know that i know.” she said even quieter and looked, really looked, into Coryo’s eyes, and nodded gently again at him. he searched her eyes for a few seconds, weighing the risk of her knowing this, trying to decide if he should tell her more or just cut short here. but really. she’s a loose end and she knows it. it’s not like dr Gaul was in high thoughts of y/n or deemed her more valuable than any other student, and her nature played a big part in that opinion of the young girl. how would she know that y/n found out about this night in the arena? she wouldn’t. it would never come up in conversation. y/n wasn’t part of this.

“the tributes heard us,” Coryo started to say as he sat closer to y/n, his body turned to face her, and almost loomed over her. he’s always been much taller than her, and sometimes that played a part in their dynamic. he took her hands in his above her bent knees and the blanket. he licked his lips and y/n searched his eyes, his... stoic blue eyes. there was a change in them, “they came after us and i...” he shook his head, “i didn’t want to hurt him,” Coryo’s voice broke and his head dropped onto y/n’s covered knees.

she heard a sob from him, and it shook her entire form, making her gasp quietly. she’d never seen him cry before. the night on the rooftop, in the garden, she knew he was close to it, but she knew he’d never let his pride down so much that he’d let anyone see him cry. and Coryo didn’t feel so good about crying now, about opening himself up to her like this, he felt disgusted with himself. but he also couldn’t stop. and he couldn’t hide everything from her, after all.

y/n shuffled around until her legs were tucked under herself and she moved closer to Coryo, taking his scarred cheeks between her small hands and lifting his face up so he would see her. she knew she made him nervous usually, but she calculated that that effect flipped around on itself when he was in this state, or one similar to this. breaking apart. feeling vulnerable. beaten down. she looked into his eyes and he back into hers, not really having any other choice. she had this compelling power over him, even if he didn’t want to admit it, and he didn’t want to hide from her. not really.

his breathing slowed down as he just looked into her wondering beautiful orbs, full of so much determination, courage and kindness. she was almost smiling at him, even though she wanted to cry, too, and her eyes were glassy with produced tears, but she wanted to appear strong for him. because right now he really needed a strong anchor to hold onto, he was the one in need of support. y/n took that role mainly in their friendship-relationship, especially at school, when she got herself in trouble, or at home, when her parents were giving her an earful about her irresponsibility and all the jazz they usually gave her an earful about.

last time Coryo and y/n saw each other, she realized he had the ability to ground her. and now she realized she had the ability to ground him, because by looking into his eyes she could see his emotions and mood changing by the second. and all because she’s holding him, and he’s looking into her eyes. he didn’t need much more than that.

and yet maybe he did. he didn’t know which part of him had the urge, but all of him acted on it by ducking forward and kissing her on the lips. he could taste the sweat she had made on her lips out of stress, and the blueberry tartlet she must have had as a late snack not too long ago. and his hands couldn’t keep away anymore, either, they were taking hold of her face like hers was holding his cheeks between them. y/n would have gasped at his sudden action if she had any air to breathe, and she sighed heavily when he did give her a split second of air after fiery kisses to her delicious lips.

he kept his eyes on her as he pulled his academy blazer off and threw it to the ground beside the couch, then came back closer to her, one hand on her cheek and the other pulling the adorable blanket off her legs. y/n placed a palm on that hand of his, which made Coryo furrow his eyebrows and look at her with puzzled eyes. didn’t she want this, too? she gulped, eyes averted from his shyly. “i’d rather we talked about it, Coryo,” she admitted and looked back at him carefully, eyes so un-knowing and yet more clever than most people’s. Coryo tilted his head slightly at her words.

his hands took the bull by its horns, pulling the blanket fully away and welcoming the night air of the mansion upon y/n’s bare legs, making her gasp again. Coryo used the moment of surprise to his advantage and pushed her down on the sofa, sneaking in between her legs like the slippery mastermind he was, and he slid a hand under her knitted jumper, raising goose-bumps in his wake across her stomach and waist. y/n hated that she felt aroused, meaning she felt exactly how he wanted her to, was right where he wanted her, but she couldn’t exactly pull away. she hated being at someone’s mercy, but.... it was Coryo.

she surprised him when he found she wasn’t wearing a bra under her jumper, nothing was standing between his greedy hands and her naked breasts now, though her not wearing a bra at home wasn’t exactly a surprise. it’s just that his inexperienced self was shocked to find a part of her naked, and right there, at his disposal. watching her face, he placed his palm over one of her breasts and ran his thumb over her nipple, which hardened immediately under his touch. and her face, oh, the expression on it was to die for. eyes softly shut, eyebrows gently spasming as she was feeling something very new to her, her teeth biting her lower lip, cheeks turning more red and no doubt burning up. Coryo placed a kiss on her bare stomach, just above the elastic of her underwear, and watched her still as she whimpered for the first time. her thighs fidgeted around him, feet unsurely digging into the soft cushions of her couch—she really didn’t know what to do with herself and these sensations she was experiencing.

“i’d rather we didn’t,” he said to her finally, though his actions were more than enough of a response to what she said, but she hardly heard him now. there was a gentle static in her ears, and heat all over her writhing form. her pure, supple, untouched form. all for him to touch, to explore. Coryo took his shirt off in a hurry, as if y/n might disappear if he had his hands off her for a second longer, and returned to her half-naked body a hungrier man. hands raking the insides of her thighs, he kissed her again, hot lips making their conversation just moments ago seem like the far past, making her almost forget it happened. y/n could hardly feel her legs, though she knew this was just the beginning, and she wrapped her arms around Coryo’s frame and held onto him as he moved his slender torso against her chest. she could feel the bones of his hips jutting against her own, his growing crotch pressing against her panty-covered soaking cunt, teasing her, making her pant heavily and whimper like a kitten.

having her like this satiated the hunger that rose from the deep hole he’d created inside himself, gnawing at him like a big black hole with eager, starving claws. every stroke of his hips against hers beat the monster down but dangled the bait in front of it at the same time, leaving him in quite the paradox. this was more than enough, yet Coryo knew he could go further with y/n, further than enough, and that she’d let him. everything in him wanted to, and he couldn’t stop himself. adrenaline was pumping blood from his heart into his veins, she was available and the only one who could help with the hole growing inside him.

but y/n couldn’t go further without another word spoken. he was avoiding her question, he was avoiding the whole last hour of this night. “Coryo,” she whispered softly as his lips kissed at her neck, tongue sweeping over a particularly bruised-with-kisses spot on her sculpture-like skin, he was an animal let loose. and his affections almost made her forget what she wanted to ask, and she thought maybe she doesn’t really want to know. but y/n sighed, trying to clear her mind, “tell me what happened,” she plead in a quiet voice and it made Coryo raise his head and look into her eyes again.

he framed the side of her face with only a hand, his thumb on her chin and the rest of his palm splayed across her burning cheek. he loved seeing the look of lust and confusion on her face, in her eyes most of all. the pads of his fingertips softly pushed into her skin. “no,” he remained stubborn, and y/n would have been surprised to have him do otherwise. she gulped softly, hoping he wouldn’t feel it, but no, he felt every motion any part of her made now. his mind came up with a new idea as he slid a hand of his across her stomach, making a wave across her supple body, and then he reached her underwear. he knew, like everyone else did sort of matter-of-factly, that women were to be touched there. he knew it was the spot in her with which he could get her full attention. and he also knew he’d have to fabricate having experience in this field for y/n. he didn’t want her to think him inexperienced, which he was exactly, or least of all that he’s experimenting with her—which was also what he was doing. so he improvised by cupping her warmest place in the body, and he felt an immediate reaction. her thighs fidgeted around his waist again and her stomach lurched. her eyes shut, but he wanted to see them, “open your eyes,” Coryo urged her, and y/n had to force herself to comply, her beautiful eyes looking into his again. they held eye contact as he ran his middle finger in a straight line between her clothed folds, and he watched as her face contorted, caused by the new strange and pleasant feelings. she felt like warm honey on his fingers, “right now all i need is to feel you,” he told her and did the same motion with his finger again, only this time slower, making it pleasurably agonizing for her, coaxing quiet whimpers from her lips, “and this tells me you need it, too.”

god, she hated that he was right. at first it was want, she wanted him to stay over, to touch her, to feel her, to do things to her that no one else had ever before. now, she felt so desperate for it that she felt she could explode if she didn’t get what seemed to be promised to her. the want grew to need. she wanted to shake her head, wanted to push him off—that would really be characteristic to her. but instead she brought herself to really look into his eyes and nod in response. Coryo’s lips almost made a smile or a grin, almost, she caught the ghost of it in the corner of his lips before he kissed her again. “alright, Coryo,” she whispered against his lips, “but if you don’t touch me properly right now, i willkick you out of my home.” she said surely, admitting to her desperation without shame and in turn – with pride, and now Coryo grinned. her feistiness was one of the things he liked about her, and it coming out in this setting was more than he could have asked for. in a weird way it got him going.

y/n placed both of her hands on the sides of his face and kept him close to her as he reached his hand into her underwear, breaching into unexplored territory. she was all the warmer for him, and soaking wet. he hummed, their lips nearly touching, but not completely. it was torture for him. he wanted to devour her lips, her whole face, her whole existence. her lips were like the food of life for him, the sounds she made music to his ears and air in his lungs. “you’re just perfect for me,” he confessed to her in a shudder and y/n smiled lightly. his fingers ran through her naked warm folds, just testing the waters, until they found the opening between them, where the wetness and warmth were seeping from. Coryo would have dropped his head onto her shoulder if her hands weren’t holding it up right, but he just felt like he lost his damn mind at how incredible her walls felt around his fingers, and he could collapse right there on top of her.

“Coryo,” she sang his nickname in a beautiful moan when two fingers prodded inside her, beating any expectations she had about this beforehand. they were long and thick, touching every inch of her, it felt like, and reaching just far enough. she was barely holding onto him, and her body was reacting to his touches immediately. hips moving, back arching, thighs squeezing his body between them, breaths shuddering.

“no one’s done this to you before, have they?” Coryo asked, but he hardly needed an answer. by the way she was reacting, he could tell that she’d never felt like this before. y/n shaking her head at his question was merely the last dot on the confirmation, yet it still made him more aroused. knowing he was the first one to do this to her, with her. he grazed her upper wall with his finger pads, being careful not to let his nails scrape her, and it brought a moan from her that he’d never heard anyone make. guttural, coming from the very depths of her lungs, her vocal cords, from her very core. it made him shudder. he repeated the motion, slower one time, then faster the next, all the while watching her reaction. he loved seeing her eyes shut, her cheeks become redder, her lips parting, stretching, pushing breaths and whimpers out from between them. Coryo felt one of her hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned. her hips bucked and she grabbed onto his perfect curls between her fingers when he reached farther inside her with his two fingers, and it made them both moan into each other’s mouths, y/n letting his lips rest over hers. he’d reached that great point inside her, feeling her hot and spongy against his digits. it’s almost like she was sucking him in. “you’re so good for me,” Coryo told her and y/n whimpered at the praise.

“more, please,” she begged with no shame and Coryo obliged, picking up the pace of his fingers and massaging over her folds with his thumb all the while. when he accidentally grazed over her clit, y/n made a high-pitched moan of the utmost sensitivity, and he knew he’d done the right thing. and by accident, no less. he was on the winning team, “Coryo,” she cried with her eyes shut and he noticed a tear on her cheek, kissing over it immediately. next his lips were on hers again, lapping at her tongue with his own like the starving man he was, knowing nothing of tomorrow or the next hour, just so engulfed in her that he knew nothing else. she was the perfect getaway.

he could feel her body behaving in a different way, thighs trembling around him, walls squeezing his hand in, hands nearly powerless, chest shuddering. she wasn’t far off her release, he guessed. with another press to the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her cry, Coryo once again watched her reaction in amazement. but he didn’t want to feel her release like this, he needed them both different. Coryo pulled his fingers away, once again making y/n cry out, this time in the most desperation she could manage, and she looked up at him with pleading, tearful eyes. he offered her a gentle smile and moved down her body, dragging her underwear with him. down her legs and away, the light pink garment went, and y/n bit her plump lip in anticipation as she watched him.

Coryo tucked her underwear into the trousers of his academy uniform that he was still wearing and returned to her body, laying kisses across her thighs on his way up to her. y/n squirmed under and around him, mewled, muttering his name in a mewl here and there, relishing in the feeling of his lips on her untouched skin and his hands roaming all over her body, under her jumper, over it, trying to cover every inch of her. she hated that he had stopped touching her right when she was closest to that one sacred edge she wanted so badly to reach, he was teasing her, taunting her, testing her waters. it was clear to her that he had never done this to another girl before. Coryo was just like her, and yet he’d put up a different façade.

he dug his fingers into the flesh of her naked hips, which made y/n throw her head back into the sofa cushions, baring her delicious-looking neck to Coryo. he used that to his advantage, licking and kissing at the skin of her neck which he had already bruised marked with his lips just moments ago, he was devouring her with a hunger only she could really satiate, and yet he couldn’t get enough of her. his growing crotch pressed against her bare cunt, and y/n gasped at the feeling. eyebrows scrunched, cheeks and lips red and puffy, she looked up at Coryo again, and he returned the gesture. he took one of her hands in his and guided it down to between them, where he was growing harder and in size, it seemed, watching her face all the while and taking notice of her biting down on her lower lip in anticipation. Coryo made her feel him through his trousers, and he couldn’t hide the effect her touch had on him - shuddering throughout his whole body, eyelids fluttering, he was barely able to utter the next words, but he did so in a quiet voice. “feel what you do to me?”

y/n nodded with lustful eyes, hungry like the wolf for the boy above her. her boldness came back and with it y/n unzipped Coryo’s custom-made trousers and reached into his boxers to really feel him. he had girth and he was solid, she could feel that all with her hand on him. she was making him a panting mess, giving his length a sure stroke, Coryo’s head falling into the crook of her neck and him moaning, though she knew the piece of his pride that died for him to do that. he hardly let anyone see his inner world, his true feelings, so for him to be this vulnerable with her took a great deal of courage. “do i make you... feel like this often?” y/n asked quietly, and Coryo nodded with a whimper as her finger flicked over his tip, pink and sensitive. y/n wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked up and down, slowly, looking at his face all the while, wishing she could see his beautiful eyes now, see the emotions swimming around in the blue of them.

Coryo fisted the pillow right beside her, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips, “yes, yes, yes, god, yes,” he chanted in her ear as the pace of her strokes grew faster, and y/n could feel each breaths in his lungs against her own, his chest rising and hitting against her so intensely. she’d made him crumble beneath her so quickly, it surprised her, “i need you, y/n, i need to feel you,” Coryo confessed and managed the strength to raise his head and look at her again. he was too afraid to utter the phrase i need to be inside you, feeling just too shy all of a sudden to say that. the look on his face was pure desperation, he looked like he could start crying the next moment, and y/n’s heart lurched in her chest at seeing that. seeing and recognising that she could make him as desperate as he’d made her. that she could make him small, “no one’s ever made me feel like this before,” he confessed more, breaking his own façade down, and y/n smiled at him sheepishly. she knew, of course, that what he said was true. she knew everything about him.

“you have me,” she assured him and brought him out of the confine of his boxers, making Coryo breathe in relief. he had felt so restricted in his own clothes, “but god, Coryo, will you fit? you feel too big in my hand,” y/n said shyly and bit down on her lip again, a habit that Coryo had noticed her having for quite a while now, and he looked down between them two. y/n knew her comment went straight to his growing ego, but she just couldn’t resist teasing him a little. and when he caught onto it, he looked at her again, with a smile on his lips this time. she grinned wide and giggled before she took his face in her hands and kissed his lips, as if it was her first time doing so. simple, loving, affectionate.

suddenly she fully took in the look of his naked torso, his amazingly sculpted shoulders and arms, his pearly chest... the sight of him was so breath-taking and delicious that she nearly forgot all her other surroundings. Coryo, though the look her eyes were giving him flattered him so, took the bull by its horns again and pushed the very tip of his hard length through her folds, where her warm opening welcomed him. y/n felt a strain while Coryo felt the beginning of a true release, but he noticed her awkward expression, felt her hold on his face falter, and he paused his movements to just check in.

“alright?” he asked quietly, as he couldn’t tell what to do next by her face, “too big for you?” he teased and it made them both smile, then erupt into mad giggles in unison. y/n would never have expected Coryo to have humour in a moment like this, but she was relieved that he did, and god did it make the whole thing easier. she wasn’t worried, wasn’t anxious anymore, wasn’t feeling insecure about any aspect of herself anymore. except the thing she’d heard that happened to most women on their first time – the bleeding, the pain, his reaction to it. those were the few things she wanted to avoid happening. but if Coryo was his sweetheart-self, then she had no bad reaction to worry about. she was glad he was the person she was doing it for the first time with, she’d really lucked out.

“just a little,” she finally answered after their giggle fit while holding each other in their arms, “try going deeper,” she urged in a hushed voice, and Coryo complied, adjusting his hips forward, slowly, not to accidentally hurt her more. he couldn’t deny how incredible this felt, how incredible she felt around him, her walls sucking him right in so tightly, “ohmygodohmygod,” y/n pushed the words out in a quick breath, feeling a burn and stretch inside of her at the size of him. she didn’t have anyone to compare Coryo to, and no one else had been inside her before, but he felt big enough.

Coryo appreciated her arm on his back, her nails digging half-moons into his pearly skin, and her other hand splayed across his cheek, thumb almost digging a hole in his cheek. “you feel so perfect around me,” Coryo praised against her parted lips, and y/n could only look at him with strain and tears in her eyes as he inched himself further and further inside, her face changing by every inch, it seemed, until he had bottomed out with a groan and she’d only felt a momentary sting of pain. and the worst part was over—what a miracle it was that it had been so quick for her, she’d expected otherwise. Coryo could see the immediate relaxation on her features, and he smiled.

he kissed away her fallen tears, but more kept falling from her eyes and y/n could only explain them as being happy tears, though she scolded herself for being so emotional in a meaningful moment like this. but maybe it was just right. Coryo smiled at her and she could see his orbs being glossy, too, and she was glad. it was no wonder, really, taking how shaken he was when he came into her home and sat down on her couch beside her. he was still in turmoil, but that didn’t matter now. he had her.

“can i try... moving? you feel alright?” he asked her in a whisper. this slow thrust inside her had already felt like heaven, he couldn’t wait to repeat it over and over and over.

y/n nodded, “yeah, go ahead,” she said and Coryo complied. she took in the feeling of him pulling out gently, slowly... teasingly. he was grinning, she saw, and she shook her head in disbelief as a beautiful smile adorned her features. and then he thrust inside her again, stuffing her walls with his great length, making her back arch and moans that she’s never made before escape her lips. he could hardly concentrate, but he didn’t want to miss all the different facial expressions she would make, the look in her eyes, while he made love to her now. he made himself keep his eyes open as he began to move rhythmically now.

y/n’s legs wrapped around his waist, engulfing him in her more and more, and each of his thrusts earned him a squeak from her from the movements. god, he just adored her beyond measure. she was everything he needed now, and later, and forever. Coryo kissed her neck, licked at it, as he had before, and it only made her moan more, each moan in its own unique high or low pitch, and dig her fingers into whichever part of his skin she was holding. Coryo adored her touches, they turned him on, and he wanted her hands on him always, they were a lifeline. his hands gripped her waist, her sweater bunched just above them, only covering her arms and her breasts, though barely even those from how much Coryo was moving her.

“you're doing so good for me,” he breathed into her ear, and the praise only spurred her on. she clenched around him, and it made Coryo break his focus completely, his head dropping onto y/n’s chest, where he breathed hot air onto her skin, “i’m sorry, i think i’m close,” he confessed, and y/n raised his face with her hands, looking at him with puzzlement across her face.

“me too, it’s okay,” she assured him and then took one of his hands in hers and lead it down to where their bodies met. she laid his palm over the bulge that had formed in her lower stomach from him. the sight and feel of it made Coryo groan, getting him all the more closer to his release.

“fuck, that’s amazing,” he said into her neck, and y/n nodded.

“you’re so big, Coryo,” she complimented him again and felt his dick twitch inside her at the words, “made a bump in me,” she put it into words and it made the boy nearly lose his mind. then she guided his hand just a little lower and pressed his hand onto her clit, where he recalled was her most vulnerable point, “come on, touch me. we’ll do it together,” she urged him on in the sweetest of angel voices and Coryo didn’t need to think twice before complying. he loved her ordering him around a little, it was much needed tonight especially.

he pressed his thumb against her clit as his hips had nearly reached their fastest pace, and watched as her face twisted in pleasure. eyes shutting, lips spasming, closing, opening, teeth biting, voice singing out to him. “oh, Coryo,” she called his name and he felt it go straight to his heart. there wasn’t much more that he needed in order to come now, and he prided in himself for lasting so long at all, all the while feeling a little ashamed about it. he wanted this to last longer. but since he could tell she was coming, too, his thumb drawing harsh circles on her clit to bring it on, he revelled in them both finishing at once.

“fuuuck, y/n, i love you,” he whimpered into her ear as he spilled himself inside her tightly-squeezing walls while y/n all but chanted his nickname like a mantra. her hands almost drew blood on his back from how tightly she held onto him, and she shuddered around him at the feeling of her own release coating his entire length. her thighs trembled and she panted heavy breaths against his neck. she’d almost missed his quiet confession, she’d actually heard it amidst their joined euphoria, but she had thought it a hallucination.

but that assumption dissipated as she came to and looked up at Coryo, whose eyes were worriedly, with tears streaming from them, looking down at her. she quickly moved her hands to his cheeks and tried to sit up in their awkward position. best she could do was position herself higher on her pillow against the sofa’s armrest, and she gulped. “you love me?” she echoed in the smallest of voices, searching his eyes. they were worried, fearful. what if he’d said the wrong thing? what if she felt different about him, different than what he felt about her? what if he’d said it too soon? what if he’d just ruined all this with her?

but he did love her. he was sure of it. so he nodded, his curls bouncing with the confirming movement. y/n ran her hand over them and smiled wide at him.

“you love me,” she said again, surely this time, in a happy tone of voice. as if she’d discovered the best, most well-wishing secret in the whole world. and perhaps that’s what it was. her favourite secret about Coryo was that she knew he loved her, “i love you, too,” y/n told him before he could assume otherwise, and kissed his trembling lips. Coryo felt on top of the world. he had said the right thing, he’d played his cards right, he’d told her how he felt. of course, his actions spoke volumes, but hearing him say it in words meant the world to y/n.

“thank god, you had me worried there for a bit,” Coryo half-joked between their kisses, and it made her laugh. she pulled back from his lips and admired the boy above her. forehead glistening from sweat in the dim lighting, curls messily falling over his beautiful face, his pearly chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took.

“who would i be without a little suspense, huh?” she asked and smiled at him again. she could see complete love and devotion in his eyes, two things she’d seen on his face only partly or half-meant before, and only towards herself. Coryo used the moment of silence to pull out of her and stuff himself back into his trousers. sitting against the sofa cushions to do it, he glanced at her cunt and saw it leaking with his white substance. y/n looked at him with sultry eyes and her teeth biting her lower lip, arms crossed over her chest, and she spread her legs just a little further to tease him with a wider look, “like what you see?” she asked quietly.

he just gave her eyes of total surrender, he was waving the white flag for giving up and he took a deep breath. y/n giggled as Coryo shook his head in disbelief and lowered his face down to her center, once again giving her anticipation. “you look so pretty,” he complimented and ran a finger through her folds, making her shudder as more of the snow-white liquid pooled out and coated her cunt, “pretty with me dripping out of you,” Coryo sneaked a glance up at her and saw the clear-as-day lust in her eyes. feeling that animalistic urge take over him again, he brought out his tongue and lapped up each drop coming out of her. y/n felt sensitive, sore, and Coryo was giving her a mix of both pleasure and pain as he drank at her. she had him right where she wanted him. the question was – would he stay there?

his tongue prodded at her entrance just a tad, heightening her sensitivity, and he moaned against her folds at her shudder under him, giving her folds a kiss over once he was done. he wanted to leave most of his spill inside her, only having lapped up and gulped down what was excess. sitting up before her, between her legs, Coryo licked his lips and leaned over her form. y/n pulled him in for a kiss, and could taste something salty and something sweet all at once on his lips and tongue. it was both of them.

“will you please stay?” y/n asked her in her small voice again, looking into Coryo’s eyes. she hoped to not find any resistance or decline, and her hopes were fulfilled. “please,” she plead more as he teased her with his silence. he nodded, and it made her smile wider than ever. he would stay over, like he promised her he would someday. it meant he didn't view her only as a secret anymore. maybe they could even go to Heavensbee hall tomorrow together, maybe hand in hand... “why did you say sorry? about being close?” she reminded him of the few moments before their euphorias. Coryo bent his head low for a moment.

“just felt embarrassed,” he answered, “about not lasting long. i just... i just wanted this to last longer for you,” he told her and managed to look at her again. y/n made a comforting face and stroked the side of his face. she understood.

“yeah, but it’s okay,” she assured him, “there will be other times,” she pointed out and laid a kiss to his cheek, “it was your first time, so please don’t worry your beautiful head over it.” Coryo managed a ghost of a smile just for y/n to kiss him and make his smile more life-like. “you did good, Coryo.” those words of praise went straight to his dick again, and he blushed. she had made him blush. y/n giggled.

“you did great, too,” Coryo told her and kissed her hair, “thank you. i never would have wanted to do this with anyone else but you,” he confessed as they held tight eye contact. y/n’s heart surged at his words.

“me too. i’m glad it was you,” she said and it made Coryo smile with shut lips, “now, can i get my underwear back?” she’d made a joke again, and Coryo felt like playing along further.

“no, i’m keeping it,” he said in a hushed voice, shaking his head and y/n made a playful pout. she’d want to make him think he could keep it and that she’d steal it back later, but she couldn’t. Coryo having her underwear in the pocket of his academy trousers made her feel somehow proud. a piece of her with him wherever he goes. and if he went home and stashed them somewhere in his wardrobe cabinet, that would be fine, too. she loved knowing her underwear was a token for him.

she only said, “alright,” and took his hand in hers, “let’s go shower and then to bed. you’ve exhausted me.” she admitted and Coryo took it as a compliment. he wanted this treacherous-turned-great day to end, too, and she was the cherry on top of it all. he wouldn’t have gone home tonight for anything.

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elysianeclipxe · 1 year

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How they react to seeing you sleep on the couch

genre: fluff and a little crack?? (just stupid parts)

summary: how these genshin men react to coming home and seeing you asleep on the couch while waiting for them to come home

word count: >800 words

sidenote: just note that you might not agree with the characters in that section, this is just how i see them as. OH YEAH, uhmm navigation is in the works so after that y'all can start requesting if you want

picks you up bridal style and brings you over to the bed

To them this is the quickest way to get you into bed. They don't want to bother you by waking you up since you're probably in a deep sleep at that point, but they also don't want to let you continue sleeping on the couch since the chances of you waking up with a stiff neck are extremely high. They’re such caring partners to the point I’m jealous. Some of them are pretty nonchalant about their love for you though, but if they’re sweet enough to do this then I think it’s pretty obvious they’re real into you. Will get really close to your face to either peck your lips or rub their nose against yours, just another reason why they prefer carrying you to bed. I can see them whispering a light “thank you” to your sleeping figure in their arms since they appreciate you trying to stay up for them. Excuse me, I did not ask for this sweetness, ughh.

— al haitham, diluc, gorou, kaeya, ZHONGLI

gently wakes you up and tells you to sleep in the bed

All of them are surprised that you stayed up and feel their hearts clench at the image of you sleeping, you’re so cute to them. Would try their best to be as quiet as possible and gently shake you awake. You deserve to get some proper sleep… in their arms. AHHHHHHHHHH!!! I can easily confirm that when you wake up still half asleep their eyes would get so soft at the sight in front of them, a smile crawling up their lips cause omg how are they so lucky to have you. Will guide you to bed and tuck you in again before joining you in. Lets you lay your head on their chest and will stroke your hair or run their fingers through it to ease you to sleep. It’s so cute how smitten they are for you.

— ayato, baizhu, THOMA, tighnari

drapes a blanket over you and kisses you goodnight

I can spot sweethearts from a mile away, and these men are it! I’m only like 27% joking rn. HEAR ME OUT!! Yes you’ll probably have a stiff neck in the morning cause of this but they are so sweet when you’re asleep. Really doesn’t want to wake you up so they just let you sleep there, will cover you with a blanket so you don’t get cold. Sighs cause they find you so pretty, one of them for sure has a blush on his cheeks seeing you look so soft *cough* cyno. ANYWAYS, leans down and cups your cheek with his hand and stokes it with his thumb. Kisses you goodnight on the forehead, lets their lips linger there for a bit before pulling away with a smile. Aww, they’re so whipped.

— aether, albedo, cyno, KAZUHA

tries to fit themselves on the couch to cuddle and sleep with you

THESE MFS!!!! Does not give the slightest fuck if you are sleeping on a couch half their size THEY WILL MAKE IT WORK. Just like breathing = living, sleeping will always equal cuddles, it’s just a given. The idea of y’all sleeping in a proper bed just goes over their head, plus this seems more fun. They’ll whisper for you to move a bit so they can fit in. Just saying, these idiots are probably gonna wake you up in the process. Don’t worry tho, they’ll bring you close to their body and give you enough body warmth for you to fall back into sleep. Is the type to bury their head in the crook of your neck, mumbling a soft goodnight that you instantly relax to.

— childe, ITTO, venti, kaveh, heizou

leaves you on the couch, might check up on you here and there

I don’t wanna make them look anti-romantic but y’all I cannot even sugarcoat the fact that they would not care if you were sleeping on the couch or not. I'M SORRY!! But like they probably think you slept there on purpose so the idea of moving you to the bed would not even be there. They think you’re weird for sleeping there, for sure will ask you about it the next day. As much as I want to make them seem like the most unromantic person ever (jk) they will check on you ever like 10 minutes minimum. At one point they get so tired of walking back and forth from the living room and the bedroom that they decide to just sit on the floor beside the couch and sleep there. You’ll probably wake up and see your hand intertwined with theirs, they’re soft boys in disguise.

— dainsleif, WANDERER, xiao

nothing much left to say other then thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed the little scenario i made <3 let's hope i can actually be more consistent with posting, mwah

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ivysangel · 4 months

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in an alternate universe partition was written about dick grayson because it's so him i just KNOWWW he'd do that shit!! with his cocky smile and everything 🤭

NONNIE NONNIE NONNIE !!!!!!! saw this ask half asleep while checking my notifs and had to force myself to get some rest instead of answering it bc i got SO excited even in my delirious half asleep state. obviously i'm listening to it rn while writing this, like NONNIE ??? i'm smiling, literally not joking i'm cheesin like a fucking loser. quick ro lore before we get into the GOOD stuff: massive beyoncé stan, MASSIVE partition stan !!!! massive music lover and pop culture fiend too like this might just be my favorite ask ever. anyway.

who said in an alternate universe bc it's definitely this one. i literally ghostwrote the song with dick grayson in mind err? like i do just wanna be the girl he likes (everybody point and laugh). like the song, aside from being about super hot sex, is about being so into your partner that you'll give everything to them, do anything for them, put all this effort into catching their eye as if you don't already have it. 'take all of me i just wanna be the girl you like' (cassie in euphoria s2 is that u?) IS SOOOOOOOOOOO REAL TO ME !!!!! like i would do anything for him. (side note, why am i listening to partition and hearing jay on the bg vocals? like am i going insane orrr)

(everything under the cut is just smut)

'he popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse/he monica lewinski'd all on my gown' and 'took forty-five minute to get all dressed up and we ain't even gon' make it to this club' ??? oh exactly. you put all this effort into looking good for him, and unlke CASSIE in eufuckingphoria season 2, it works out for you oh my god it does. 'driver roll up the partition please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc...car sex. but you're not going to a club, no it's a wayne enterprises gala and you don't even get there until hours later because you're almost fully naked in the back seat getting dicked down by dick grayson !!

'handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass' ugh real music literally real fucking music. you're straddling him as he manspreads, cock buried in you, and your fingernails are digging into the black leather seats. his ties been loosened, shirt opened, and there's red smudged on top of blooming hickeys. the glass is foggy, the only semi clear parts being your handprints from when the pleasure got overwhelming. 'now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged/oh, he so horny yeah, he want to fuck' like it's dick grayson, he'd fuck you into next week on a normal day so ofc he'd do it when you get all dolled up. ofc everyone's wondering when pretty boy grayson's gonna make an appearence in front of the flashing cameras. 'over there i swear, i saw them cameras flash' rolls down the partition just a smidge, to tell the driver to park somewhere private so you're not caught in an extremely compromising position. not that he really cares, everyone already knows he gets play anyways, it's more about your comfortability. tits out and pussy facing the world, on the cover of tmz and shit bc he got just a bit too cocky. no never that.

'cheauffer eavesdroppin' tryin' not to crash' you and the driver both end up getting a tip that night. he's sorry, he really is. but he just couldn't resist you, not when you were dressed like that. your intention was to have amazing mind blowing sex with dick that night but not in the back of a moving car. 'driver roll up the partition, please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc it was just supposed to be some quick head and now his pants are ruined, your dress is torn, hair messed up on both ends, and the amount of hickeys between the both of you is concerning.

you'd do it all again tho, and he knows you would. shit, he would too !!! and that's so evident in the way he teases you for the next few weeks about it. asking if he should take the dress to the dry cleaners knowing it looks like you'd been in a fight, suggesting you wear the lipstick shade from that night, asking if you need a cheauffer anytime you have to go anywhere, and giving you knowing looks everytime someone asks why you guys showed up at the gala over an hour late. "wardrobe malfunction and car trouble." he says with a smile. it looks normal to whoever you're talking to but you know it holds a level of cockiness that is so completely unfathomable, a level of cockiness he only gets when he fucks you.

(got a little carried away nonnie my b. ughh how i love a good lyrical breakdown, even out of order lol. seriously, this made my day. literally woke up and got straight to it. did not proofread this bc i...just woke up lmao)

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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Tag, You're It.

Warnings: Possessiveness, Dark! Nat, kinda stalking, manipulation, light violence?, smut, g!p Nat, their meeting is kinda cute tho–

Words: 1,463

AN: I made my baby wayby @abbyromanoff give me a fic idea because my mind is completely blank rn <3

You toss and turn on the bed at 2 AM in the middle of the night, your bestfriend had told you to "get your single ass on a dating app." A few hours ago over call.

The thought of it never crossed your mind, to be completely honest it kind of scared you. But nonetheless you find yourself grabbing your phone and installing one.

After a few swipes left and right, you eventually pass out, falling asleep. (boo boo bear go to sleep, it's 5 am.)

You wake up a few hours later, going back on your phone seeing that you've only matched with one person. “Natasha Romanoff..?” you mutter to yourself before texting a, "Hi!"

She responds immediately after, "Hey Y/n." “How does she know my name?” you ponder, “Oh! It's my account info.” you think of a response back.

She texts before it comes to your mind, "What's a pretty girl like you doing on a dating app?" "I could say the same about you, Natasha." you smile at her compliment.

"Oh I'm not as beautiful as you are kotenok." you furrow your brows in confusion, going to ask what it means, '••• Natasha is typing...' "don't worry about what that means sweetheart." “Huh.” "okayyy.."

"I live in New York, you?" She asks, stupidly you answer back. "omg so do I!" ... "We should meet up one day Y/n." you slightly widen your eyes, “Wow that's quick.” you say to yourself.

"Yeah that would be nice lol." you respond. "Well I'm going out, bye for now pretty girl." she says, you text goodbye, tossing your phone on the bed.

You end up going to the nearby café, ordering some pastry. You thank the cashier, walking off. A red-head bumps into you, spilling her drink all over your dress. “Oh I'm so sorry— Y/n?” you look up at her face. “...Natasha?”

She smirks, “Fancy meeting you here kotenok.” you blink, looking up at her. “Well.. my dress is half coffee now.” you smile at her. “I can pay for your order.” you shake your head, “I already did.”

“Hm.. I have a spare dress like that at my place, it might fit you.” her gaze turns slightly darker, nothing you would notice. “I– um.. sure?”

You step into her apartment, gasping softly. “Your place is nice Natasha.” she smiles at you, walking off to her room. “Here, try it on.” you take it, going into the bathroom to put it on.

You came out, looking around for her. “You look beautiful Y/n.” she says from behind you, making you yelp. “Shh.. detka there's nothing to be scared of, I won't hurt you.”

You furrow your brows, “W- what do you mean—” she cuts you off, slamming her lips on top of yours, pining you to the wall. You widen your eyes, trying to break the kiss but being pushed back on the wall doesn't let you.

“Mm.. Natasha wait– stop-” she pulls away, looking down at you. “Do you want this?” she gazes into your eyes. Your sight flickers from her eyes to her lips, nodding slowly.

“Good girl.” she picks you up, dropping you onto her bed. Practically tears off your clothes, making you gasp slightly.

“What do you want?” you open your mouth to say something, “Use your words for daddy.” “I– fuck me. Please.” she smirks, “On your knees baby.”

You scramble from off the bed, settling on your knees on the floor. “Suck it like a good girl.” she takes her pants off, you widen your eyes at the sight of it.

Opening your mouth, taking her length in. She lets out a stifled moan, closing her eyes, as you lick the sides of her cock.

“Fuck..” you shove it deeper into your mouth, sucking on it slowly. “Such a good little slut, taking me in so well.” she brings a hand up to your head, putting more of her in.

You gag around her cock, tearing up slightly. “Detka I'm close, you better swallow it all.” she came, pouring down your throat, as you swallow it down.

You pull away, leaving a string of saliva as you do. “On the bed with your legs spread out.” she orders, you lay back on the bed.

She grabs onto your thighs, splitting them apart. She runs a finger down your clit, “You're so wet kotenok..” you squirm underneath her touch.

“Beg for it.” your breath hitches, “I- beg for what..?” “Beg for daddy to fuck you.” her touch lingers on your thighs, making it hard for you to breathe. “Natasha–” “Daddy.”

“Fuck me please daddy, need you in me so bad.” she smirks, pushing her length into your pussy. You widen your eyes, gripping onto her back.

She thrusts in and out of you, causing breathy moans to escape your mouth. “You're so tight for me, my little whore hm?” you moan, nodding your head.

“Mm.. yes! I'm all yours please just–” she deeply kisses you, slipping her tounge into your mouth. “Mmph—” you gasp, “Are you close kotenok?”

You let out an embarrassing whimper, “Mhm..” “Cum for me baby.” you scream, digging your nails into her back. A wave of pleasurement comes crashing down on you as you come.

She pulls out, looking down at you. “Are you okay?” you nod, smiling at her. “Do you need me to drive you home?” she puts her clothes back on, glancing at you. “No I'm fine.”

“I would love to repay you for ruining your dress with coffee.. tomorrow?” she turns to look at you. “Of course! I'm free whenever.” she kisses your neck, “Be safe on your way home Y/n.” you wave goodbye, leaving her apartment.

You find yourself at the café the next morning, waiting for Natasha. Eventually a couple hours pass, no sign of her. You decide to order a drink and leave.

“That'll be 7$.” you smile, handing the cashier the money, before you could walk away they stop you. “Wait! I– was wondering if I could get your number..?” the cashier asks.

To be completely honest, you just wanted to see Natasha but she pretty much stood you up, what's the harm in giving your number? “Yeah sure,” you go to hand them a small piece of paper.

“Baby, who's this?” a familiar voice comes up behind you, snaking an arm around your waist. “Oh– you could've just told me you were taken! I'm so sorry.” the cashier apologizes.

You clear your throat, taking her arm off of you. “You can't just do that after basically ghosting me.” you say, walking out of the café. “Why were you giving them your number?” you look up to face her.

“What do you mean?” she clenches her jaw, you weren't gonna lie, if you weren't mad at her that would've made you melt. “You're mine.” you scoff, walking away back to your apartment complex.

She follows you, “Natasha stop following me.” “Look, I'm sorry for being late okay?” you stop, turning to look at her. “It's fine, whatever.”

You make it to your apartment, seeing as she still followed you. “You can come on in, Nat.” she smiles, stepping into your apartment.

Not even a second after you close the door, she has you pinned against it, lips interlocked. “'M gonna destroy you detka.” she says in between kisses.

You whine against her mouth, “You want daddy in you?” nodding quickly, she pulls you into your room, pushing you on the bed. “Beg for it like the whore you are.”

“Please! Fuck me, ruin me, just use me! I don't care-” you get cut off with a loud moan, feeling her bulge against your clit. “I didn't even do anything yet you're such a mess for me..” she pulls off your panties.

“Tasha please.” she chuckles, slowly putting her cock inside of you. You let out a gasp, grasping onto the bed sheets. She shoves her length deeper into your pussy, making you moan, closing your eyes shut.

“Look at me when I fuck you slut.” you slowly open your eyes, whimpering as she fucks harder into you. “Are you gonna cum baby?” you give a shy nod. “Do it, come for daddy.”

You come, moaning loudly as you do. She thrusts deeper into you, “You want me to come in you? Claim you as mine?” you widen your eyes, shaking your head. “Gonna make you have my babies, yeah?” you blink, “No Natasha! Please–”

Ignoring your pleads and begs, you feel her fill you up. Arching your back as she comes into you. “Natasha I–” her gaze darkens, kissing you passionately.

“You're all mine.” she breaks the kiss, looking down at you. “I- I'm all yours..” you look up at her, slamming your lips against hers.

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davosmymaster · 2 years

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hi! i don’t know if you take requests, so if you don’t, totally ignore this but a) would you ever consider writing a part two to Fallen from Heaven, Grown On Earth? and b) if you take requests, could you write something abt touchstarved steven getting into a relationship with the reader & he’s totally obsessed with them. the reader is kind to marc when he fronts & gives him little touches & soon he’s in love with them too & he feels horrible, but one day he’s so stressed that he confesses & is crying/almost crying? & the reader cares for him & his anxiety & tells him that they love him too & steven is okay with it so long as they share? your current writing rocked my world & i feel like the specific way you characterize these two is perfect, and you could really do this idea justice if you’re up for it

Hello, anon! First of all, there will be part 2, although I cannot guarantee it will be a good one, bc some people are getting expectations and I'm actually getting a bit scared it wil dissapoint. Second, I did get inspired with your request and wrote something (I shouldn't have bc I have no time but I did, I should be sleeping rn, but srly, thank you). I don't know if it's how you liked it or what you expected, and I gave myself the freedom to add a few more things and plot. It's different from what I've done before, but I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you for the ask and all the love <3

TAGS AND WARNINGS - a lot of angst, like a lot, medical procedures (mentioned), blood, not beta read, I did a quick grammar check tho, could be read as poly if you want. Marc-centred.

PAIRINGS - Marc Spector x fem!reader (focus) ; Steven Grant x fem!reader

WORD COUNT - 5k.

SUMMARY - Steven gets a girlfriend. Unfortunately for Marc, that also means that he's part of that relationship, in a way. And when you move in, there's no going back.

I'M GETTING TO KNOW SOMEONE

The first time Marc sees you, he wakes up in your lap; and it's unofficial.

It takes him a moment to acknowledge his surroundings, after all he usually wakes up with the sound of Steven's alarm for work, even on motherfucking Sundays. The room is dark and the only source of light comes from a Disney movie playing in front of him. It's not his apartment either, the flat he got Steven in south London looks nothing like the half image he has from that angle.

He's about to jump right out of where he is, confront whoever else is in that room with him, when he feels your hand massaging his scalp, expert fingers knotted in his dark curls. His unmoving muscles relax even more than when he was asleep, somehow, and Marc has to actively retain a moan of satisfaction. Then he remembers.

Yeah, Steven said he was getting to know someone.

Steven had warned him about that. He felt like Marc should know, in case something happened, something like waking up in someone else's house with said person's fingers in his head; or maybe somewhere else. Steven had threatened him with two full-days of work with Donna if he didn't behave and/or ruined it. To be honest, Marc hadn't even paid attention to his rambling; it wasn't like any of Steven's relationships were serious enough, or long enough, for Marc to actually front near his dates. He had heard that speech a thousand times.

So he pretends to be asleep, which isn't difficult being in that situation. You seem so invested in the movie, mindlessly stroking his hair, that you don't notice the change in his breathing or how tense his shoulders got for half a second. Marc could have let Steven front, because the scene is private between him and you and Marc's just a demon getting hold of the body by accident. Plus, he doesn't know you, your face or your name. He only knows that your caresses are putting him to sleep, and that he's so comfortable and warm under the blankets that it takes him less than five minutes to go back to dreamland.

It was the first time someone touched him in a long while, even longer since someone had cuddled with him. He could understand how much Steven longed for affection, because unlike him, Steven never had a proper girlfriend; so it made sense that he got someone who loved touching and cuddling as much as Steven needed it. Marc couldn't complain, even though his conscience told him that what he was doing was slightly wrong.

But then he drifts off again.

The second time is Steven's idea, actually; and it's official.

Marc takes you to a steakhouse in Soho because Steven told him that you wanted to try it some time, and it's the perfect date —without being an actual date— because Steven's vegan but doesn't want you to go on your own or wait for weeks so you can go with your busy girlfriends. So in a way, it's a win-win situation.

It's a bit uncomfortable at the beginning, but you're funny and an excellent story-teller. The conversation revolves around the weather and the only link you both share, Steven; at least at the beginning. Then you mention a horror movie that both of you love and just like that he's invested in the conversation. Marc might not have a lot of time to watch tv, not when Steven is fronting most days and Marc only seems to front to carry out his duties as a masked vigilante for an old Egyptian fossil; but he does love a good horror movie, just like you, and Steven hates them with passion. That's one point for Spector.

After that, it could be said you two see each other often, which is not often enough having as little time fronting as Marc has, but enough to get along really well. Then one day Steven starts acting weird, organizing more and more dates that only include Marc and his own girlfriend —Steven's, not Marc's—, and a month later he finally understands why Steven's been such a damn pain in the ass about getting to know you. They are moving together. The three of them. Unfortunately.

Don't get him wrong, the girl is really nice, like really really nice, like you-have-memorized-how-he-likes-his-coffee-and-you-usually-ask-'coffee or tea?'-to-figure-out-who's-fronting kind of nice. And your conversations are not about Steven anymore, there's no more awkward silences. It could be said that you're friends, to an extent.

The conversation happens one morning. Marc's all happy with his five minutes of consciousness when Steven gets a full-length mirror next to the dining table and starts talking to it.

"I'm summoning you, idiot," he says, squinting at his reflection when Marc doesn't respond the first time he calls his name.

Steven's reflection in the mirro,r —Marc's invisible body— straightens his back and stops squinting, but only Steven can see.

"What do you want, now?" he asks, Marc is usually that friendly with Steven, even now that they get along as if they were actual brothers. "I'm not fixing the sink again, do it yourself," he crosses his arms. "And I'm not Khonshu, you don't summon me."

"First of all, this is not about the bloody sink, you arrogant," Steven says, his nose almost glued to the surface of the mirror. You chuckle behind it. You walk back from the bathroom, take something from the kitchen counter and sit next to Steven, a glass of orange juice in your hands. "Second, we're trying to be nice here, to you. Would be lovely if you were nice for once, you prick." Steven says.

They really do get along. It might not seem like it, but they do have fun with all the name-calling and arguments, you can't help but smile at the idea. It's just their love language.

Marc looks at you through the mirror, at your eyes looking straight at him. You're wearing one of Steven's hawaiian shirts and a short so short that he thinks you're naked for a second, then he realizes that the shirt is simply too big on you and covers it. You cannot actually see him; but you thought that Marc would feel better if you pretended you could.

Either way, he can sense Steven's eyes on him; even when Marc's actually locked somewhere in his own brain and not in the actual mirror. He hopes that Steven doesn't think he was checking you out, because he wasn't, but it's not like he's too worried about it either. Steven knows his girlfriend is a real beauty, and he's not a jealous man.

"Oh, Steven," Marc groans. "Please, please, tell me you didn't get her pregnant."

"Of course I didn't!" he almost shouts, jumping on the chair. "Are you bonkers? "

"Translate for me, darling," you whisper in his ear, still looking at the mirror as if you were asking for context while watching a movie; hoping that Marc doesn't hear. And of course he does. He's not in the fucking mirror, he has explained it a million times.

Marc's aware of the shift in Steven's voice when he talks to you. He mirrors you, whispering back.

"He asked if you're pregnant."

You laugh, hard. Marc feels something in his chest, something he hasn't felt for a long time; so much so, that he cannot quite label it. But Steven's grin while looking at you is so big that he wonders if what he's feeling is a Marc feeling or a Steven feeling. Could be both, though.

"Oh, god, no," you respond, still smiling. "No fucking way, man. You're not having children any time soon."

Steven crosses his arms, a proud grin on his face.

"The banana's well-dressed, cheers."

"Steven, you didn’t call our dick a banana, did you?" Marc squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head.

Steven huffs in responde and turns his body slightly at you, ready to serve as an interpreter, but he makes a weird face at the very last moment, slightly shaking his head. "I'm not translating that."

You take a pill out of the package you got from the kitchen counter, but start laughing again thanks to him, so you leave it back on the table. Steven decides to ask the question from the beginning, so you two can relax.

"We want to move in together," Steven says, he thinks that there's no better way to have this conversation than biting the bullet. "We wanted to check you were okay with it."

Marc doesn't have to think much about the answer.

"Look," he started. "I'm very happy for you two, but I got a really good deal for this apartment and the area is expensive as hell, so we're not selling it, let alone renting it."

Steven translates in a whisper. And this time is your turn to talk.

"We thought that maybe I could move in, here," you say, your anxious fingers squeezing the glass in your hands. Marc can't help but remember the soft touch in his scalp. "We thought that it would be easier to move my things here rather than moving one person," you point at the mirror "and one bookworm hoarder's worth of things," she points at Steven.

Steven turns to look at you as if you had insulted his precious Egyptian gods, which was your intention. Marc just laughs.

"Whose side are you on?" Steven asks.

"I like this woman," he's pointing at you when Steven looks back at the mirror. "I accept her in my house."

"Our house."

Marc rolls his eyes. Steven leans to whisper his acceptance in your ear. Marc rolls his eyes again. He's not in the mirror, he can hear it loud and clear, but he says nothing.

"Yeah, whatever..." he says instead.

You smile, and it's the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. Steven giggles when he turns to you, happy and excited, and you can't help but peck his lips and hug him until it hurts. Marc's just a witness there, a being, little more than a ghost witnessing two people in love. He's smiling, he feels happy and content now that Steven can finally experience true love, just like what he had with Layla and ruined, but the feeling is bittersweet.

"So..." he says once Steven is back. Behind Steven, you take the pill back in your hands, Marc frowns at the sight. "Is there anything I should know now that she's moving?" Marc asks, and before Steven can formulate the question, Marc gestures towards you. You swallow the pill and the orange juice, not even aware of the conversation still unfolding.

"It's just an iron supplement," Steven says, and your body gets rigid as if you had been caught red-handed.

You swallow another mouthful of orange juice and ask Steven for Marc's words. He repeats, one of his hands going up and down your back.

"I have iron deficiency," you respond. "Nothing serious, you know, the usual. If you ever see me blinking like crazy when I get up —and you will— I'm not having a seizure, I swear."

Steven purses his lips and nods profusely. "She does blink a lot, tho."

Sometimes Marc would like to punch his own face. "I know what happens when you get dizzy, Steven."

He simply shrugs. "Thought I'd warn you."

No amount of warning could have prepared him for that.

The first time is three weeks later, there's almost no boxes in the flat anymore, except for the one labeled "that drawer full of useless sh-". It actually said shit before, but someone got rid of it by crossing it out with a red marker. Marc would bet his right hand that it was Steven.

Another thing you have in common with Marc is that you both swear like sailors.

You're both working on your laptops; you're doing some homework your boss gifted you for the weekend. Usually, you would get stressed and rush to finish it on friday so you can spend the weekend with whoever is fronting —you'd prefer Steven, or so he thinks— but Marc said he'd probably be busy tracking some people down and spending time together is spending time together, so you don't mind working and talking to him at the same time, watching tv or anything else that doesn't require much concentration.

Once you've spent endless hours working on that couch next to Marc, you decide that your ass hurts enough to spend any more time sitting there. You get up suddenly, without thinking, because if you don't do it now you're not sure you'll do it later, and walk two steps before your vision gets clouded with dark spots.

Marc's focused on the maps, on where he's traveling next to arrest —or kill, if it gets ugly— the next big drug dealer, mobster or any other asshole who thinks they can get away with some heavy crime without facing him. He sees you getting up from the couch sensing how your fingers stop their motion in the back of his neck and then vanish into thin air. He wants to groan, but he is in no position for that. He also notices when you get stuck next to the couch as if you'd forgotten your next move.

You blink, twice, that Marc can see, but it's a lot more terrifying than what Steven had said. Marc wouldn't say you blink too much, quite the opposite, you almost don't blink at all. He sees your clouded eyes from where he is and his mind reminds him of a corpse with its eyes wide open. He feels as if someone had stabbed him in the heart with a fork and twisted it.

He calls your name, but doesn't wait for you to answer. He's taking your laptop, barely hanging from your hands, before his mind can process it. He almost throws it to the coffee table. One of his hands grabs you by the waist, he's standing so close that you can smell him, feel his quick breathing falling in your neck. He waits a literal second before he decides you've pushed yourself enough trying not to faint.

"Easy... Sit down, come on," he encourages you, gently pushing you to the couch again while not letting your body lean on anything that is not his own, your elbow in his grip while he holds you. He's almost dragging you to your previous seat.

"I'm fine," you mumble, slowly, and before you hit the couch your vision and strength are back.

He sees the change, your happy features are there, your eyes are focused again, the faintest tint of red on your face, too. But he still kneels on the floor and says:

"What do I get you? What do you need?"

He looks so worried that you can't help but chuckle. Your hands travel to his face, you cup both his cheeks and Marc feels that something again in his chest. Not the fork, though. You seem to be about to say something very important because the smile has vanished from your face, so he focuses all his attention on you like nothing else exists.

"I need you to get out of my way and let me go to the kitchen," a soft laugh emanating from your lungs. "I'm fine now. We told you this would happen."

He nods, mindlessly at first and profusely after a second, as if trying to convince himself.

"Yeah, yeah... You did," he says.

It still takes him a moment to stand on his feet and step back. His gaze follows you all the way to the kitchen space, though, and then he remembers he's standing in the middle of the living room and he sits down on the couch; but he feels an odd kind of apprehension now that you're out of sight, so he looks at you above his shoulder, once. And you catch him.

"Go back to your business, Spector!"

Grabbing his laptop again, he tries to focus on the maps; but he can't.

The second time is the most horrifying experience of his life, and he's seen some things. Marc's certain that the memory will haunt him to the duat, to the afterlife and he'd be thankful if he can forget it afterwards, whatever comes next. He's beyond thankful Steven wasn't there to witness it.

He's back from a long, exhausting night of being Moon Knight. He's stressed out. He's tired. He's seen people die tonight and has no desire of doing anything other than hit the sack and lose consciousness for a few days. Literally.

Maybe he should stop wishing so hard.

He crosses the front door, careful not to wake you up. It's not even dawn yet. He walks to the bathroom in total darkness, only the moonlight guiding him around his own apartment. He stops for a second to see you asleep over the comforter, the ipad still on, showing the page of an ebook. A small smile appears on his lips. Then he tiptoes to the bathroom.

His t-shirt is full of bullet holes, he can see it when he switches the light on. It's been a rough, long night. He's killed someone, someone who almost killed someone else, but a someone nonetheless. When he looks at himself in the mirror, he notices he has drops of blood on his face. It 's not his.

"Marc?"

"Coming!" he says, cursing under his breath because he doesn't want you to see him covered in other people's blood. He splashes water on his face and rubs. "Stay there! I need a second!" but you don't obey him, he knows you won't.

It takes him longer than a second, but not much longer. He rubs the last drop on his cheek and, when it's finally gone, he hears a heavy thud.

At first he thinks it was his imagination. He calls your name, and eventually sees his own confused face in the mirror when you don't answer. He calls you again, walking through the door frame.

His heart sinks in his chest when he sees you lying on the floor. His stomach takes a violent turn. Before he notices the floor under his feet he's already next to you. You have your eyes closed, your face pale. He has that terrible vision again, with the wide-eyed bodies, but now they are closed, and when his hands get in his field of vision, patting you gently on your cheeks while he calls your name, he sees his hands fiercely trembling.

One second his mind is completely blank, white, empty, he feels out of his own body and he doesn't know what to do. On the next, he tries to calm himself. He's not helping you by freaking out.

It's just a low iron, he thinks. It's just that. She will wake up soon, the hit to the floor is not hard enough, surely it cannot be.

It doesn't help. Not enough for him to feel like everything's spinning around both of you. And certainly not enough to prevent the tears from pricking his eyes. He does the only thing he can do, which is get you on the bed so you can rest, but he feels so weak and he's so afraid of hurting you, that his hand barely touches the back of your head in a desperate attempt at lifting you, and he feels his fingers wet.

He doesn't feel his heart beating anymore, there's only a hollow space where it used to be. He doesn't think he will ever get it back, even less when he sees the fresh blood on the pad of his five fingers.

"No, baby," he whispers the words, he chokes on them. "No, no, no. You can't do this to me."

As if by magic, your eyes start fluttering. Marc's just a witness kneeling there, unable to do anything as he sees you struggle. His mind wanders, half of it panicking in your home, half of it asking how the hell something like that could have happened. Then he looks ahead, trying to find someone or something to blame, and he finds the edge of the bedside table.

Who the hell needs a fucking bedside table? What's so important that you need it next to your head while sleeping? He had once opposed the idea of selling or renting the apartment, now all he wants is to burn it to the ground. The whole damn building if possible.

"Steven..."

He hears your voice calling his alter, whispering, and he swallows what seems to be a rock in his throat. You're calling your boyfriend, he understands that; but he doesn't have the heart to correct you.

"Don't worry, baby," he says, but the words barely make it out of his own vocal chords. "I got you. Just don't fall asleep, okay?"

You're not even half-conscious, Marc knows that because you said Steven's name with your eyes closed; but he cannot just stay silent while you suffer. He tries to reach his phone on the back of his jeans, but once he has it between his fingers and he's already calling A&E, he realizes that he cannot wait for an ambulance. And he has another way, a quicker one, of getting you to the nearest hospital.

It physically hurts him not to touch you, but he has to in order to summon the suit. Once he has it, he carries you in his arms, as gentle as he can. He sees his own tears falling and staining the fabric of your pajama when he lifts you. He had always hoped you never had to see the Moon Knight suit, but he's so pleased that you seem to get at least glimpses of it now that he could cry.

In fact he is crying; sobbing more like, but he doesn't like that word.

An hour later he's sitting next to you in a waiting room, a small and empty one, waiting for the results of an MRI. You have one of those hospital gowns, so he wonders if you're cold; he knows your butt probably is. Then he wonders if the room is not too bright and white for someone who smacked their head against a bedside table and the carpet; but he doesn't say anything because he knows he's probably just freaking out again. He knows he shouldn't be freaking out, you're in good hands. Actually, you're holding his.

He tries to take his mind somewhere else, somewhere nice, but he's seen too much blood in the last twenty-four hours and it's almost impossible. He tries to remember something from his childhood, but that's a no-no too. Shit, that's fucked up, Spector, he tells himself. But he's so used to that old wound that it doesn't hurt anymore.

He remembers the first day he fronted with you, the Disney movie playing was Nemo, obviously the first one, your favorite. Also Steven's. Then he remembers how the doctor asked if he was your boyfriend. He said no, you know, like a dumbass. And technically they shouldn't allow anyone who's not a first-degree relative or a partner in, but the doctor mumbled something about how complicated modern-day couples were and let him through.

Oh, he had no idea how complicated it was.

"Would you like Steven to front?"

He's the first to talk; suddenly aware that he's not the one you want by your side.

"No, he will freak out."

"Yeah... probably," Marc answers, asking himself how he didn't think about that before.

"You're a drama queen, you know that," you say, your arms crossed over your chest. Is not a question but a claim. You're still holding his hand, even though the angle of your arms crossed and Marc's hand is weird, but it works out and everything else doesn't matter.

Marc has always thought you look beautiful when you get angry, even if you're pretending, but it's twisted that he's thinking that right now, with a hospital gown and three stitches on the back of your head. You go on, because he doesn't say anything.

"You didn't have to bring me here all Moon Knight style."

"You were bleeding," he simply answers.

"They said it's not even serious."

"You could've died." Marc says, his voice emotionless. "...and if they're doing a scan they must have their reasons."

"See?" you say. "You're worse than Goog- auch..."

He turns to look at you so quickly that you wonder if he snapped his neck. You can't help it, a loud laugh fills the room as you touch the stitches. You shouldn't be gesticulating so much.

"Can you stay still for a second?" he asks, it sounds more like a beg, so he repeats it with the right intonation; and you think that Marc has already had enough between your attitude, kicking asses, the hospital, and going home to you passed out on the floor; so you don't say anything else.

"I'm sorry," he says after a second.

"It 's okay, you're right," you agree, your head is starting to throb as they didn't give you a high dose of painkillers, in case you fell asleep. "I'm not getting out of bed ever again."

Marc sighs, pleased that you're not playing with his nerves anymore. His hand squeezes yours, it's a gentle and short squeeze, but enough to calm him.

"I'm not letting you out of bed ever again."

The scans are perfect, it was all just a scare. Albeit one Marc will never forget in his life. Both of you get home and he has no idea why he's silently crying again. He can feel a tear falling down his face while he opens the door, so instead of waiting for you to cross first as he usually does, he walks in first and walks to the bathroom again. Not without taking a glimpse of where you fell, thanking his own egyptian god and all the others that there's no blood to clean. Not visible from where he stood, at least.

His chest is tight and he's soon crying his heart out on the bathroom floor. He tries not to sob, muffling the sound with the palm of his hand while covering his mouth; but you hear a faint hiccup coming from the bathroom. Now it's your time to call for him, and he doesn't answer, he can’t.

"Marc?" you ask, slowly opening the door. Then you see him crying on the floor, his knees to his chest and his hands now covering his whole face. "Oh, baby, no. Don't do that."

You get on the floor next to him a second later, ignoring the throb in the back of your head.

"I'm sorry," he says, even if it takes him a few tries. You hug him as tight as you can, until it hurts in your ribs. It's almost physically painful to witness the image of Marc Spector crying, you can barely hold back your own tears. After all, you've never seen him cry before. And there he is now, having a meltdown on the floor, holding on to you as if you were his anchor, the only thing keeping his feet on the ground, his head above water.

"Don't say sorry, babe. I did scare you, didn't I?" you say, and stroke his hair the way you know he likes it.

"I love you so much," he said, then he covers his face again, as if he was embarrassed he said that. He runs his hands through his short black hair, his eyes blood-shot, his fingers trembling. "I just love you so much, and I was scared I'd never be able to say it. I've spent such a long time, such a long time, waiting for it to pass because- Steven... he doesn't deserve that."

"That's why you're crying?"

Marc looks at you confused, his whole face red as blood itself, his lashes wet with tears. Your fun tone is usually music to his ears, but not now. Now he's just confused.

"No- I mean... It's... part of it, yeah..." he says, then he frowns. "What?"

"Marc we've known for a while," you say, taking his hands in yours.

"What?"

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" you draw circles with your thumbs in his palms. Then you chuckle. "Did you really think Steven wouldn't notice?"

"You both knew?"

You smile, because it's the only thing you can do, that, and shaking your head.

"Marc, Steven loves you, he would never not let you be happy," you say, now sitting next to him on the floor. You hit his knee with your own, gently, joking. "And how could I not love you, too? You're Marc, my Marc. I'd do anything for you. I love you both. Steven and I, we were just hoping you'd accept it soon enough; but it took you a while."

You watch him attentively, he's not crying anymore, but he has that look in his face like he can't believe what he's hearing. He feels that sensation in his chest, again. He tries to follow it, to touch it with his own hands, and he finds out he has his palm over his heart. It 's love. He never thought he'd ever feel alive again, let alone feeling love, but there it is, beating under his muscles and tissues and whatever else.

You pull from one of his curls, jokingly. Not to hurt him, not to take his attention, but because you know he likes it when you play with his hair. The curl rolls around your pinky. You literally have him wrapped around your finger; you've had him for a while.

"He's okay with it?" Marc asks. "You're okay with it?"

"We're more than okay with it, babe," you say, then you smile with pursed lips. "Sorry, it seems like you're stuck with us, now."

He could weep with joy.

And so he does.

#marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #requested #moon knight request #I had so much fun with this #it's insane #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight #marc spector

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hauntedpostpersona · 2 months

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I'm half asleep rn and just hit my head really fucking hard so probably have a concussion too, so, sorry if this makes no sense but people who say self immolation is pointless are fucking stupid and I will die on that hill. it kills me seeing people saying shit like oh, dying for a cause or a movement is like pointless and a waste, yet you honor the soldiers who die every single day for their country? not saying you shouldn't honor soldiers because you should but you know what I'm fucking saying, those two things are not far apart from each other, it's just the individual being a fucking zionist dumbass, like, both scenarios involve sacrificing your life for a cause you believe in, so just say it's because your a bitter whiny little shit and shut up.

idk just a suggestion tho, freedom of speech and expression or whatnot

#free palestine #aaron bushnell #rest in power #free gaza

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bitchkay · 2 years

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more court of darkness headcanons cus I just thought of them☆

No litgit nothing prompted this, I'm literally taking a shit rn-

Cuddling with your paramour♡

*Random order*

Lynt💚

He's just a cuddler in general♡

Just loves having you close to him

Sleeps exponentially better with you in his arms

You are each others blankets.

Either he's on top of you or you're on top of him, no in between

Will trap you in his arms.

This mf is skinny and barely eats, it's scary how strong his hold is on you

He'd be dead asleep and you still can't crawl your way out

You'd deadass be wanting to pee and he'd still have you locked in, even if he wakes up and finds out you need to pee, you are not going to the bathroom by yourself I'm sorry, he won't let go

He's like a big boney teddy bear tho🥺🥺/j

Knight💙

So scared the first time you shared a bed

Was deadass on the very edge of the bed damn near falling off and still wondering if you had enough space

Was also afraid if you didn't like to be touched when you sleep so he was like curled up in a ball until you physically had to tug him over to you

Once yall got comfortable he was alot more natural

yall hold hands in your sleep♡

yall just sleeping with yall fingers laced together, holding tight enough you couldn't be separated if you tried❤

Big spoon.

Will not let himself be little spoon, HAS to be big spoon

Don't matter if you bigger than him or smaller then him, he is big spoon.

Will panic if he wakes up and you're not there, but finds out you just went to make breakfast for him and his heart melts♡

Fenn💜

You don't even get a choice whether or not you wanna cuddle he'll have his hands on you one way or another

One of those things where you're just like 'oh...alright then, not what I asked for but I like this too'

Will genuinely have trouble sleeping if you're not in his arms

Likes when you lay your head on his chest

Fingers will in fact wonder, however nothing more than harmless touches

If them touches become a little less then innocent just smack him and tell him to go to bed

Toa💙

A little stiff at first tbh

Not used to 1. sharing his bed and 2. being this close to another person nonsexually

Gets use to it quickly

Just wants to hold you

He likes when you fall asleep on his stomach while hes reading in the evening before bed

I mean he likes when you're on top of him in genera--

Roy💛

Has no particular preference as long as your comfortable

Can actually sleep in any position

Likes being big spoon and little spoon

likes having you as a backpack*cough* nipples on his back *cough cough*

First time he let you be big spoon it happened to be kinda cold so..

He was like yk what this is nice😼

Loves waking up to you in the morning♡

"Good morning Heartspell~"

Lots of pillow talk

Will drag things out until he absolutely needs to get out of the bed

Morning sex.

Guy❤

Another that won't really give you a choice, you just are going to cuddle

There's no 'let's cuddle' or 'go to bed', he'll just take you there and you'll be so confused until he's like 'aren't you coming🤨'

Guy is secretly a baby.

Don't even try getting out of the damn bed before him, he'll be in a bad mood the rest of the day

Acting like you were tryna leave him like no n👨🏿‍🦲gga I just need to shit

Tino💚

So cute

Forehead kisses before bed

Defaulted to spooning but likes when you lay on top of him

He likes being able to see your face but prefers to spoon you

Big spoon cus he thinks you just fit so perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces♡

Loves when you lay on top of him, between his legs, dick on your stomach and everything

The dick on stomach part is important.

Lance♡

thought people only cuddled after sex-

thought you were tryna start sum

I mean you were bout it but--

Affectionate neck kisses>>>>>>

Will sacrifice the circulation in his arm for you.

Likes laying facing each other, legs tangled up together

His morning voice😩😩>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Tiredly whispering sweet nothings to you while half asleep

TIRED LANCE SUPREMACY‼‼

Morning sex.

Grayson💛

Sleep talker but it's cute

Mumbles your name or words of affection in his sleep

Will either fall asleep on da breast or with a handful of breast, no in between.

likes laying on top of you

At first he was like 'am I heavy🥺🥺🥺' now it's just automatic

You're gonna look at that man and tell me he doesn't like boobies🤨🤨

Perfect pillows, perfect stress balls

We love a titty lover😤✊🏽

If we talking more specifically to me then top surgery scars. He'd give each a nice kiss before bed and settle for a pillow until you're healed♡

BOOBIES SUPREMACY‼‼

Big boobies, small boobies, no boobies, all boobies

If you're insecure, he'll hit you with a 'boobs are boobs😐 goodnight☺️🖐🏽🍒'

A tittys a titty and imma take em😼😼

Rio🧡

Cuddling is his default

Will in fact sacrifice his comfort for yours

Want him to lay on top of you? he will lay on top of you

Want to lay on top of him? he'll let you lay on on top of him

Secretly loves being little spoon-

This man is tall and fucking buff, this man is literally huge but guess what, he wants you to hold him.

Loves being big spoon cus it feels like he's protecting you but being little spoon just does something to his heart♡

Sometimes can't deal with being big spoon cus sometimes you'll push back on him a little too much and then suddenly he's horny--

Dia💚

Surprisingly nonchalant about it

However is actually screaming inside.

Never really directly cuddling but you wake up in each others arms

It was just meant to happen

if you're in his bed, best believe he took a nice extra long shower

It's not even like he's expecting anything he's just nervous

What if you laid down next to him and he smelled like dirt

After the first time he's cool tho

He deadass just gets in bed and opens the covers, that's your invitation.

Little spoon asf

He likes when you rest you head on his back

He just likes when your arms are wrapped around him♡

If I remember correctly Dias bed is against the wall

yall sleep facing the wall.

Violet💜

God I love women so much.

Violet sleepover??😳✂️✂️

Anyway, Violet would hold on to you for dear life-

Similarly to Lynt that girl is not letting go

But yk what I'm ok with suffocating between her breasts, that sounds like a happy death

Cuddling with Violet is actually very comforting

I feel like she has a very nurturing touch

Very protective

She makes sure you're comfortable before falling asleep herself

call me when they give Violet a route cus I will be waiting.

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sor--

Thoma🧡

Petition to give Thoma a consort path go-

I love Thoma so much I wanna kiss him on the lips😥❤

I feel like Thoma sleeps wide like sprawled out on the bed, like taking up all the space

The only chance to cuddle him is to be on top of him

like you just crawl onto his chest and get comfortable

But if you're with him he might curl into you a bit

Still wide but yk he has a hand on your back or with his arms around your middle

Sleeping with Thoma would be very calming

After a long day you just craw into bed with him and are just lulled into sleep by the sound of his slowing heartbeat

Omg I wanna see Thoma without his ponytail

I wanna play with his hair

If Thoma doesn't get a route I'll cry, like I'll literally start sobbing rn. /j but actually /srs

Sherry💛

I love women.

Sherry do you wanna makeout--

Sherry would be so soft with you omg

She's just doting on you before bed

Makes sure you had dinner, did your night routine, always makes sure you have a glass of water

I love her so much I wanna get married😥❤

Sherry sleeps with her head on your shoulder curled into your side with an arm draped over your stomach

Yall lowkey be holding hands in your sleep

I can imagine Roy or someone coming to check on her and yall just curled up together fast asleep and holding hands, and it's just the most heartwarming image ever

Oh my god my heart hurts😣💞

We should all be in agreement that Sherry needs a route by now

We're all gay- and it's pride month too that's homophob--

This was longer than I thought it would be lol

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