winter heatwave - zayne x reader
"It's so hot..." You grumble, sprawled out on Zayne's couch in his office as you grumble. "Global warming my beloathed..."
Zayne swipes his hand in the air, chilly air brushing your skin as he continues at his documents.
"That's not enough, doctor." You sigh. "Can I hug a snowman?"
"The AC is on. You can only blame your body for being naturally warm."
"Well it's usually bearable because I'm cuddled with you when it's hot." You groan. "I can't believe it's supposed to be winter and it's hotter than you outside."
"That comparison doesn't work. I'm naturally cold."
"Which is why we work together so well, duh." You sit up, yawning slightly. "Can I sit on your lap?"
"That's unprofessional."
"Didn't say no." You settle yourself in his lap, lashes fluttering shut as you snuggle into the ice of his skin. Much better.
(You miss the way Zayne's face flushes pink down his neck and to his ears as you do)
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thinking about the pact goths while they're all off doing non-canon things. thistle is in vacation mode, chilling in the seitung garden and occasionally fighting a leviathan, alga got the prima donna collection done while also doing most of the heavy lifting for seige turtle acquisition, and howl's been achievement-hunting her way through lw1. daydreaming about the upcoming weapon proficiencies...
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Levi and somniphilia is the best scenario
Like you'll both be sleeping and he'll be having spicy dream and all of a sudden his tail is slowly pushing your panties to the side and pushing in
And the best part is you'll wake up but he'll still be sleeping!!
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Taillllll tail!!! Shkshsuywjababa wjgejsgs- oh fuck his tail!
Cuddling in his bathtub always means you’re basically laying on top of Levi in your big comfy t-shirt and underwear.
Levi’s arms and tail usually wrap around you, pulling you closer in his sleep as he mumbles your name.
Slowly his tail uncurls from around your middle and snakes it’s way down your legs, sliding just the tip underneath your underwear, rubbing around almost tantalizingly slow between your folds, moving and teasing your clit.
The sudden pleasure spiking through you jerks you awake and Levi’s arms instinctively wrap tighter around you at the same moment his tail slides its way inside your eager sex earning a breathy moan form you. You bite into your lip to keep quiet.
And his tail speeds up on your clit and you can’t stop the whine of Levi’s name that slips past your lips, utter need laced into the word not that he can hear you.
His tail continues it’s work, shifting and twisting in on itself a little so the thicker part is stroking back and forth between your folds as the tip continues playing with your clit, working you closer and closer to your orgasm.
You keep your legs spread as his tail sides in and out of you, slightly increasing his pace. The thought of being so full of him and of him needing you this bad even in his sleep helps push you closer too.
You whine with need, thoughts rendering completely incoherent as your brain starts short-circuits, only able to focus on the pleasure you practically crave now~
Your back arches, which ends up urging his tail deeper inside you, and it doesn’t seem to mind, working its way and going so deep it hits that spot inside you that leaves you panting and moaning as you cum.
A louder cry of Levi’s name on your lips, has the demon jerking half awake, his tail slips out of you and he see it covered in your slick ‘n cum, “Fuck….that’s hot…” he mumbles, still mostly out of it as he presses a few hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck and cheeks. “You did so good for me…….M-MC, so good…” and Levi’s already falling back into whatever wet dream he was having.
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oooh but to be pinned down against the panel control by alastor during that one scene in stayed gone. maybe you're one of his contracted souls. maybe you're one of the poor souls seeking redemption. maybe you're one of his friends, if the radio demon has such a thing. maybe you're playing spy for vox. doesn't matter - you're here during his showdown with vox.
his façade drops. you take a step back, until your hip hits the control panels. there's nowhere to run. not with him looming over you. his ever-present smile stretches impossibly wide, fangs bared, hot breath fanning your skin. saliva trickles down his gaping maw. your breath hitches when it hits the tender skin of your neck, lips parting in a silent gasp.
"i'm gonna make you wish that i'd stayed gone."
his body contorts and stretches, limbs elongating until he encases you, studies you - pupils like radio dials emerging from a pool of black. he's close. too close. oh, and he's pissed.
you've never seen something as terribly beautiful as him.
his claws dig in your chin, craning up your neck just short of humanely possible until you meet his stare. he sings, still, static digging into your very bones until it steals your breath away, until it's only you and the radio demon watching you like you're his last meal. oh, and he's snarling his verse, voice dripping with venom as he goes, as you drown into him.
there's a distorted chuckle in his voice, the richness of his laughter merging with that of his audience's.
"oh, this will be fun."
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