#cc!punz

[supine-ly]

Punz doodles

[who-ishana]

I see heaven when I see your face

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Punz x GN!Reader ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

"But you know you saved me from doin'

Something to myself that night"

Summary: After a call from his friend, Tommy, Punz finally comes to Brighton and stays for some days with him while he heals from his depression and drinking issues. One night, he can't take it anymore and goes to a bar, promising to him that it'd be one drink and that's when things changed... all for the better being.

Tw: Mentions of suicidal attempts, Depression, drinking problem, Tommy and Luke are close, etc

Cw: Uses of Irl names of the mcyts, Tommy and Luke are close, etc

A/N: Hey! So it has been slightly changed and yada yada. And i remember making my then best friend (now boyfriend gtvhujfcijgnfkvmc hehe) read it, and he was shocked abt having glasses already in front of people in bars, and i was confused until he said what it is like in his country. Help--

Luke hadn't streamed in 12 days. That wasn't like him, or maybe it was now.

His PC's RGB lights pulsed in the dark, mocking him. The Discord notifications piled in the corner. Twitter had noticed the silence. A few worried DMs. He hadn't opened them. He didn't have the heart to do it.

Trinkets and dirty clothes were scattered on all over the room. Old hoodies, bottles of both untouched and opened whiskey, cans of monsters, and packs of cigarettes.

He ran a hand through his hair and muttered, "Fuckin' mess."

He stared at OBS. Blinked once, then twice as if waiting for any second thoughts to stop him doing whatever he was about to do. Then closed the window.

His phone buzzed suddenly, taking him by surprise, not really expecting someone to call him.

TommyInnit: mate where the fuck are u

Luke squinted at the message. It was followed by another,

TommyInnit: don't make me FaceTime you i swear on tubbo's life

Luke sighed, letting the phone ring through multiple times, he needed the gremlin child to leave him alone. Then, against better judgment, he picked up.

"Yo," he rasped.

"Jesus Christ, you sound like you died," Tommy said immediately. "Did you die? Be honest."

Luke let out a dry laugh, "Almost."

There was silence. Luke thought Tommy would fill it with one of his usual rants. But instead,

"Yeah. Thought so."

That shut Luke up, literally.

Tommy continued, softer this time, "Look, you don't have to talk about it. But you also don’t get to disappear. That's my thing, okay?"

Luke leaned his head back against the headspace, staring at the ceiling.

"I didn't mean to."

"I know. So let's fix it. Come to Brighton."

"What?"

"Come. Brighton. Ocean. Fish and chips. I'll beat you at Smash Bros until you cry. Wilbur's got a spare room." Tommy messily answered, sounding like a nagging toddler.

"You're a menace." Luke almost laughed again.

"Damn right,” Tommy said. “Now pack a bag or two, you prick."

Brighton was colder than expected. Luke showed up on Tommy's doorstep a week later, hoodie up, eyes sunken, and with exactly one duffel bag and a suitcase.

Tommy blinked, pulling him into a hug without a word.

They didn't talk about the drinking problem Luke had. They didn't talk about the silence... not yet though.

Instead, Tommy forced him to go on walks. Made him sit in the sand. Made him eat chips covered in too much vinegar. Made him laugh, sometimes, even when Luke didn't want to. Tommy tried cheering him as much as he could; he couldn't afford to lose him.

And then… there was Wilbur.

It was late. Wilbur had music playing in the kitchen, some soft indie band Luke didn’t quite recognize. Luke sat at the counter with a mug of tea.

Wilbur leaned against the counter, studying him.

"You look better," he said finally.

Luke shrugged, "Don't feel like it."

"You will."

Silence came, Wilbur spoke up just right after.

“You know,” Wilbur said, voice quieter now, "I used to scream at nothing in particular, wanting to believe something out there was listening."

Luke looked up at him. "And did anything ever scream back?"

Wilbur gave a sad smile, "No. But sometimes people do."

He poured another cup of tea into Luke's mug, "You've got people, Luke. Let them scream with you next time."

The urges sometimes consume him. Every time he thinks he's past it, the craving shows up like an old friend. His mind starts twisting things, making it all seem fine. He's not giving in. He's not. But maybe… just one. Just one drink, and the pain will numb away.

Luke sighs heavily. He didn't tell anyone where he was going. He just needed some air, or at least that’s what he told himself when he grabbed his jacket and slipped out of Wilbur's place. The city was quiet, the kind of quiet that made his thoughts louder. He walked a few blocks—still debating with himself—until the neon glow of the bar found him. It wasn't even his usual spot, and he knew he shouldn't be there. Knew that Tommy would lose it if he found out. But he figured if he didn't say anything, there'd be nothing to worry about. He'd be in and out. That's it.

Luke stepped inside the bar, his footsteps muffled by the worn-out floor and the low hum of conversation. He wasn't sure what he was looking for... maybe silence, maybe noise to drown out his own thoughts. Perhaps he was just hoping someone would stop him before he did something he couldn't take back.

He walked past a group of strangers laughing too loudly and slid into a corner seat at the end of the bar. The bartender nodded at him, recognizing the look, offering a sympathetic smile that said, you don't need to explain. Luke hated that smile. It meant someone had seen the cracks.

His fingers hovered over the glass he didn't yet order. He hadn't touched a drink in weeks, but it called to him now with the same old promises: numbness, quiet, an end to the static.

And then, he saw them.

At first, it was nothing. Just a glance, a shape framed by neon lights and cigarette smoke. They sat at a booth near the jukebox, alone, flipping through a book with a drink left untouched beside them. Nothing about them screamed extraordinary. They weren't dressed to stand out. They weren't loud. But something about them hit Luke like a whisper that knew all his secrets.

He blinked and looked away. Then looked again.

They looked up from the book, caught him staring. Instead of looking away, they smiled. Just a little. Just enough.

Luke's breath caught in his throat.

He stood, walked over before he even made the conscious decision. Maybe he just wanted to be near whatever strange gravity this person seemed to carry. Maybe he was just tired of sitting alone.

"Mind if I sit?" he asked, voice hoarse.

They glanced at the empty space across from them and nodded. "Sure."

He didn't know what to say. For once, the charming streamer who'd spent years talking non-stop to a screen had no words. But they didn't seem to mind. They returned to their book, occasionally sipping their drink, and letting the silence exist without pressure.

Eventually, they spoke.

"You looked like you were about to order something you'd regret."

Luke glanced at the bar. "Yeah," he admitted.

"Don't," they said simply, not unkindly.

He didn't.

From that night on, he kept finding them by coincidence at first, then maybe not. They'd bump into each other on quiet streets, at a cafe where the coffee was too strong and the chairs too small. They'd talk about music, and books, and stupid things like whether ghosts wore clothes or if birds had regional accents. Luke found himself laughing—genuinely laughing—and it terrified him.

Because what had they done to him?

They, who looked at him like he wasn’t broken. Who never asked what had happened, but always noticed when the shadows got heavier under his eyes. Who didn’t try to fix him, just... stayed.

They who gave him a reason to want to be better. Not for the fans, not for Tommy, not even for himself, but to be around long enough to see what this strange, accidental connection might become.

He started skipping the bar entirely. Started showing up to walks early. Started noticing things; the way their eyes lit up when they talked about something they loved. The way they tilted their head when they were listening. The way they said goodbye was like they didn’t want to.

And slowly, painfully, the noise in his head began to quiet.

Love? Maybe.

Something like it. Something soft and warm and terrifying, and Luke sure was ready to take the path he'd been avoiding for a long time.

Luke used to scream at the sky, daring it to answer him. Daring it to give him a reason.

But maybe the answer hadn’t been thunder or lightning, and perhaps it was this.

And now, when the urges creep in like a cold wind through the cracks, he remembers their laugh. He remembers how they looked at him like he was worth something. And maybe, that’s enough. That was enough for Luke to hold onto a reason to live, even when there's no light in sight.

[carpentertheimaginative]

Was watching some Punz clips and a few of them featured him saying ‘give me that crown!’. So it inspired me to draw him with a crown! (also yes that’s Tommy in the corner lol)

[megsbr]

housewife | punz.

With your love language being acts of service, you enjoy helping your boyfriend out with cleaning and chores. And one day you just want to help him out but he gets intrigued with the concept of your preferred method of showing love.

cc!Punz x female!reader

WARNINGS: smut, slight slapping/spanking, oral (male receiving), daddy kink, fingering (female receiving), cockwarming, use of slut, sex while on call with unknowing people, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, MDNI word count: 2.6k

author's note: wow this fic took a lot out of me and I honestly don't like it that much. but it took a while to write so i'll post it! I dont think I've ever written a fic with this many content warnings. oops. the ending also feels rushed so i might rewrite it at some point but please let me know what you think. hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! <3

You were standing in the tall doorway, unseen by your boyfriend who was deep in a valorant game with his friends and completely oblivious to your presence. He was surrounded by crushed water bottles and dirty plates from the snacks you have brought him throughout the day and was in basketball shorts and his favorite cozy sweater.

The stark difference in clothing pieces made you giggle to yourself, but you had to admit that he could pull it off well. And seeing him laughing and joking with his friends made your heart swell. Your small footsteps towards the desk alerted the blonde of your presence, him peering over his shoulder and flashing you a bright smile showing that he was excited to see you.

Coming up behind him and laying your head on his shoulder to stare blankly at the moving game caused Punz to mute his mic and direct his attention to you. You shared a kiss and let out a soft sigh as you pulled away, loving the small bits of affection you got from your boyfriend even when he was busy.

Moving away from the warmth of your boyfriend, you went to start gathering the plates and bottles, wanting to play a bit of housewife since you had nothing else to do. “You don’t have to clean up after me. It’s my mess babe.”

Punz reached out across the desk to take the trash out of your hands and then lay his fingers on your waist, turning you to face him. “I don’t mind. I like being your little housewife.” Punz’s eyebrows raised at your comment, a smirk making its way on his lips as his grip on your waist tightened.

He tugged you closer to his sitting figure, eventually bringing you down to sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. His hands slowly crept up and down the sides of your body, following all the curves and dips that he loved so much.

“You like being a housewife? Is that your way of telling me you want me to propose soon?” His question felt very empty as it seemed that he was only focused on the skin that came into sight when your shirt rode up under his touch. “No, even though I wouldn’t mind having a ring.” You said pointily, with a head tilt and smug smile. That got a chuckle out of Punz as he was now bringing his hands to rub up and down your back.

“I mainly just like doing things for you. Acts of service or something like that.” Punz hummed in response as he was subtly pushing up the hem of your shirt, a sign of his that he wanted it off.

You brought your own hands to the fabric and slowly pulled up the shirt, which happened to be his. Before you could even drop the shirt on the floor, Punz had his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing lightly. “So acts of service. Like doing the dishes and laundry. Those types of things?’ Punz’s voice was getting deeper the longer he had you in this position.

He couldn’t stop dragging his fingers across your skin, connecting the dots with all of your freckles and birthmarks. You hummed in response, your mind getting cloudy at just his touch. The sound of other voices was suddenly blaring through Punz’s computer, all of them some string of his name and exclamations about the next game starting.

Punz side-eyed the source of the voices, quickly telling them he was just going to the bathroom. After insta-locking his agent, he muted again and brought his attention back to you. “What about other types of service?” His new obsession was now the waistband of your sweatpants and, more specifically, the tied strings that were keeping them up. “You know, the physical kind?” At his clarification, you pushed off his chest and placed your feet on the ground.

Punz went to protest your movements, but his mouth dried up once he saw your sweatpants and underwear both hit the floor. Your boyfriend’s eyes raked your body up and down as you ran your fingers through your hair and pushed it out of your face. “I can do any act of service my daddy wants me to.”

You climbed back onto his lap just as his new game loaded in and the countdown to the first round started. Punz’s breathing got heavier and his pupils dilated at the wet patch forming on his thigh. “Let me put it in baby.” Punz all but whispered into your ear as he leaned forward to start playing the round.

You just nodded as you sat back a bit to push his shorts down, his hips lifting for a split second, which caused his knee to push into your heat. A moan slipped past your lips at the contact and Punz slapped your thigh right after. “Absolutely none of that. I am going to be unmuted and I don’t want a single sound out of you.”

You quickly nodded, paying no actual attention to what he was saying as you slipped off the gaming chair and landed on the soft carpet. You sat on your knees and came eye level with Punz’s cock. You looked up at Punz and he gave a slight nod as permission to touch him. You moved swiftly to stroke up and down, your thumb swiping the top to collect the little bit of precum that had appeared. This got a low groan out of Punz and an excuse about dying when his friends asked what was wrong.

You could feel Punz’s glare, but you were too busy giving his tip kitten licks. Your hand was still working the shaft as you took the whole head in your mouth, the sudden warmth causing Punz to buck his hips. He muted to quickly mumbled a pathetic excuse of an apology before returning right back to his game. Knowing he was talking back and forth to his friends while still playing the game and getting the most kills was causing your heat to throb.

You were just getting more and more turned on every second. Removing your hands completely, you started to take all of him in your mouth, going so far down your nose brushed against the hairs of his happy trail. Punz continued to use the excuse of missing a shot or dying every time he groaned or whimpered at the feeling of cockwarming your mouth.

Clouded by your own needs, you snaked your arm in between your bodies and began rubbing circles on your clit for some friction. You were in complete bliss between touching yourself and slowly bobbing up and down on Punz. You were getting slightly dizzy from the stimulation, but you got even more turned from it.

Before you could get anywhere close to a release, Punz glanced down at you and saw your hips grinding into your hand. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Punz pushed his chair out, which in turn pulled his dick out of your mouth and exposed you rutting into your hand. “I don’t recall giving you permission to touch yourself.” He leaned down to rip your hand away from your clit and land a smack on your cheek.

The sting hurt but you didn’t care. You loved the pain that slowly grew more and more with each smack that was delivered. This was your favorite side of Punz. The one that would punish you and toss you around. “Is my dick not good enough for you? You’re such a slut that you couldn’t wait for me to finish my game.” Punz could make you cum from his words alone when he talked like that.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes and your lip in between your teeth. Punz could already see how fucked out you were with your lips the brightest shade of red and teary eyes. Punz ignored your attempt at apologizing and instead grabbed your waist to pull you back up.

You settled back into his lap where he immediately landed a smack on your ass. You leaned forward at the impact and pressed your face against his neck to quiet your moan. He landed two more, one right after the other before his hand comes up to wrap around your neck, pulling you to eye level with him. “Here’s how this is going to work princess.” His normally bright blue eyes were now turning so dark they could be considered black as his fingers gripped at your throat. He had a small smirk on top his lips as he watched you squirm under his touch.

Your eyelids were fluttering at the feeling of your lungs tightening and you were starting to let out gasps in an attempt to get air. “You are going to sit on my dick for the rest of this game. You are not allowed to touch yourself and you are not allowed to orgasm. If you do either, well let’s just say you won’t be walking tomorrow. You understand?”

You attempted to reply when his hand left your throat but between your gasps for air and his fingers now poking at your entrance, you just let out a stream of baby babbles and a weak nod. “Words princess.”

“Yes, I understand.” Punz fingered you for the rest of the round before he respawned and the next one was starting. The emptiness you felt when his fingers pulled out of you made you whimper but you were quickly quieted as Punz picked you up and dropped you on his dick. You sunk down as far as you could until your hips were flush with his. You both let out a groan together as you settled in the new feeling. “You feel so good, baby girl. So good for daddy. Like you were made for me.”

You continued to push your face into his neck to prevent your sounds from becoming too loud. Punz had to hold back from fucking up into you then and there because the way you were clenching around him right now was going to make him cum faster than a teenage boy. He pulled his chair back to his desk just in time to start the round.

“Now remember, no touching, no cumming, and absolutely no noise.”

Feeling you nod into his neck, Punz unmuted and apologized to his friends saying that he had to help you with something. Punz was barely halfway done with this game, and you didn’t think you would last long enough. Needing to anchor yourself on something, you threaded your fingers in Punz’s hair and kept a grip on the strands, grateful his most recent haircut left you some length to pull.

Surprisingly, Punz was still performing at his best despite being balls deep in his girlfriend. After a few minutes, your breathing evened out again, and you started to relax until Punz got an ace and he jumped up in his seat in excitement, which pushed him into you. You successfully managed to make no noise as he screamed with his friends and held your waist tight.

You must have been a good source of motivation because he continued to get aces in the next two rounds, each time causing him to thrust into you. Punz seemed unfazed by how miserable you were. Between the way you felt around him, to his thrusts, to his impressive valorant performance, you could feel yourself getting closer. Many times before this you’ve cum untouched and you were afraid this was going to be one of those times.

Part of you didn’t want to hold back, excited about the possibility of more punishments if you were to cum. But your submissive side was starting to come out and she didn’t want to upset Punz, wanted to be his good girl. His good little housewife. “Few more rounds princess. You’re doing so good.” Punz left a few lighter smacks on your ass as a reward before returning to the game.

It felt like an eternity, but the game finally ended, and Punz cheered along with his friends as the victory screen popped up. Someone offered up another game and before Punz could respond, you softly whined into his ear, slightly nibbling on it also.

“Sorry guys, I gotta head out. The missus needs me.” Sounds of boos and questioning exclamations at the use of ‘missus’ rang through his headphones, but he disconnected without responding to anyone. Once he found his way back to your waist and you knew you were in the clear, you let out a string of moans as you began to slightly bounce up and down on Punz’s dick.

“Are you proud of me daddy? I followed your rules.” Punz chuckled as he relaxed against his chair to fully look at you. You moved away from his neck and were now fully sitting up with your whole body on display for him. There was a bright pink tint on your cheeks, a thin layer of sweat covering your chest, and your hair was messy.

And Punz had never thought you looked prettier. His heart swelled at your pathetic bouncing on his dick, and he decided to take pity on you. His hand cupped your cheek lightly and he pushed himself up to meet your face, capturing you in a kiss that stopped your movements.

Both of you relaxed against each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourselves together. You whined when you felt the material of his sweater scrap against your sensitive nipples. “Please fuck me.” You pulled away slightly, your lips still touching as you spoke. Reaching between your bodies, you pulled the sweater from Punz’s body and finally felt all of him pressed against you.

“You followed all my rules baby. Like the good little housewife that you are.” Punz slowly began pushing his hips up as well as helping you out by moving you up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Every time Punz increased his speed, the louder you got. You threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly in pleasure. The angles Punz was hitting were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Strings of praise were falling out of Punz's mouth as he rammed harder and harder into you.

He could tell you were getting close by the louder moans and the way you were constantly tightening around him. "So close baby. I'm gonna cum in you okay? I'll make you a pretty and pregnant housewife. You like the sound of that?" His dirty, slurred words paired with his sloppy thrusts were your breaking point. And the idea of getting pregnant ignited something in you because you came hard. “And I’ll get you to a big ring to match that pretty belly. You’ll be all mine.”

You felt the room spinning as your high came crashing down and you were being overstimulated by Punz's last few thrusts. "Tell me you love me. Please." By this point, Punz's whole dominant side has disappeared and his soft, needy pleads were in your ear.

"I love you so much Punz. I’m all yours. Come for me, baby." With one final thrust, he fell limp against his chair as he came, some of it slowly dripping out of you and down the sides of his dick. Finding your last bit of strength, you lifted yourself off Punz. A stream of cum came dripping down your leg but at that moment you could care less. You dropped down on top of your boyfriend, laying your head on his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat gradually get slower.

Punz wrapped his arms around you and held you as tight as possible. He placed a kiss on the top of your head when he saw your eyes slowly start to flutter shut. He ran his fingers through your hair as he whispered little I love you's and encouragements of sleep every few seconds. Once he knew you were sound asleep, he slowly stood up from the chair and carried you to bed. All the dirty dishes were still on the desk and were now paired with clothes littered all over the floor.

Maybe Punz would play the role of stay-at-home husband tomorrow and clean the house while you were at work. And possibly talk to your friends about your preferred style of engagement rings.

[a-jynx]

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐦 {𝐂𝐂!𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐳/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

𝐂𝐜!𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐳 / 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🔥NSFW🔥

Warnings; Drinking, {consent is still sought out}, sloppy make out, mentions of vaginal/cock sex, cursing, AFAB, female anatomy used, Punz’s real name used

This was a request, so I hope it finds you well, Anon! This definitely took a bit longer just because I'm working again, but I hope you all enjoy the new NSFW work! <3

Until Next Time ~ JJ

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Tonight was all about you. Well, you and your YouTube channel.

You had finally reached 20 million after about a month of teetering into the number, and the boys weren’t about to let that go so easily.

“Guys, seriously, this is too much-” the boys celebrating with you were quick to shush you. Sapnap, Punz, Karl, and Charlie were adamant about you celebrating this achievement, Dream would’ve come out, however, he was still waiting for his face reveal to happen; though he congratulated you.

“Y/N, come on, this is a huge milestone,” Karl grinned as everyone chimed in. “Besides, when’s the last time you got to go out and just have fun?”

“Well, I guess with the pandemic-”

“Exactly, so,” Sapnap butted in, wrapping his arms around yours and Karls’ necks. “Let’s get our party onnn~”

This led you to now, bodies moving against one another to the thrumming beat. Drinks spilled, spit, and thrown around your small group - you sat snug next to Charlie and Karl, laughing at Sapnap and Luke as they tried to arm wrestle one another, knocking into the table and causing their drinks to tussle around.

“You’re gonna spill your-” Charlie tried to speak, only to be interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. “Drinks.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes with a tired smile.

“Luke! Sap! You boys are going to give Charlie a heart attack,” you giggled as Luke turned towards you, a dopey smile on his lips. He looked towards you as Sap rolled his eyes, grabbing Luke’s drink and sipping from it.

“Oh, come on, it’s fun!”

“Y/N, come sit by me,” Luke smirked as you arched a brow, scooting closer and jumping as he slung one of his arms over your shoulders, dragging you into his lap. You could feel your pulse rise as heat slithered up your throat, dusting your cheeks as he maneuvered his face to rest against your shoulder.

The others looked at your pair with shock covering their features. Sapnap was fighting back laughter, Karl sat in shock at how Luke was comfortably resting against your jugular, Charlie was smirking. They all knew about the crushes you held for one another, so this..? This is something that they’ll never let Luke live down, especially since it’s the first move he’s attempted with you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart about to explode in your chest when you felt Luke’s lips press soft kisses against your thundering pulse, moving up towards your ear and pressing gentle kisses beneath your lobe, sighing. “Y’know, you’re the prettiest pet I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled against your heated skin, causing you to shiver. “So pretty, so warm,” his voice trailed as his hand slithered around your waist, holding you against his chest while his blunt nails dragged across your upper thigh. “Fucking hot.”

“Luke, dude,” Sapnap caught his attention, sliding a glass of water towards you two. “You may wanna drink this before you do something you’d regret.” Luke frowned at the glass, turning away from it and snuggling his face further into your nape, littering kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

“Don’t want it.”

“Luke, drink some of it, please,” your voice slightly shook as you cleared your throat, grabbing the glass and pushing Luke’s head away from your neck, holding it to his lips as he hummed, taking large drinks as you grinned, moving it away when his head found its’ spot back on your shoulder. Karl was quick to pull out his phone, taking pictures as you rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t keep the smile at bay.

Ever since you met Luke, your crush for him had grown, but who were you to try and tie him down when he had so many choices of women to date. They were always chasing for his attention, fighting for a chance to date and gain bragging rights about having gone to bed with Luke.. Whoever got to lay next to him would never shut up.

“Alright, who's taking him home?” Karl looked between the others. Charlie and Sapnap averted their eyes, turning away or looking down into their drinks. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, moving from the booth as Luke whined, following after you.

“I can take him with me-”

“Are you sure? Drunk Luke can be.. A handful.” Sapnap chuckled, having Luke lean against him as you nodded, moving to Luke’s other side and pressing yourself into his side with a small smile. “I think I can handle him.”

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“Okay, Luke, I need you to step up and to the left-” you stopped when Luke leaned further into you, causing you to grunt. “Your other left, Blondie.” You fought back the smile as you helped him up your front stairs and into your apartment, holding him close as you leaned him further into you, attempting to detangle your house keys.

You inhaled when Luke’s face pressed further into your skin, pressing open mouth kisses across your throat as you choked back a moan. His teeth ran up your pulse, nipping at your skin before stopping below your ear, gently sucking at the skin as a shaking gasp ran through you. “Luke-” You craned your head back, attempting to soothe the throbbing between your legs as he blinked, focusing on your face with glossy eyes.

“I’msosorry,” his words slurred together as he turned his attention towards the steps, you swallowed thickly before finally finding your key and helping him inside. Maneuvering him towards the couch, you sat him down with a huff, clearing your throat. You stared at him as he looked around, taking in your living room.

With how he was acting, and with how much liquor you witnessed his intake, you knew he would be in pain tomorrow if you couldn’t help it. You turned on your heel, only to be tugged to a stop. “Wait, I didn’t.. I just thought..” His words stumbled and seemed to just drip from his lips, you kneeled in front of him, holding his face in both hands with a kind smile.

“Punzy, it’s okay, I’ll be right back,” you leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. Stepping back, you watched as his shoulders sank, tension melting away as you moved quickly towards the kitchen, gathering a few snacks and a bottle of water to help sober Luke up faster, even snatching a bottle of Tylenol as you moved back into the living room.

“Here, eat this,” you handed him the small square of crackers. “Drink this,” you sat the water bottle on the coffee table in front of him. “Take two of these when you’re done eating.” You sat the medicine next to the bottle before flopping onto the couch next to him, leaning against the back as you watched him unwrap the crackers and eat a few. You couldn’t help but grin as he sighed happily.

“Y’know,” you paused, reaching up and twirling a bit of his hair around your index, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You’re really flirty as a drunk.”

“I’m not.. This is tipsy.” He murmured in between bites before reaching forward and gulping down some of the water. You couldn’t help but smirk, he’s definitely gonna feel this in the morning.

“Mhmm, I don’t know how your girlfriend-”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“But if you did, she’d worry about you.” You muttered, dropping the strand of hair as he turned towards you, his eyes flickering between your eyes and… Your lips.

“She wouldn’t have to worry about me,”

“How’s that?” Your voice barely passed your tongue as he turned towards you, sitting everything onto the table as he grabbed one of your hands gently.

“Because I’d be at home with her. Cuddling in bed, shitting on Sapnap in Valorant, watching TV or movies together,” he paused with a chuckle. “Burning food and having a freakout ‘cause everything is smoky now.”

“That happened once,”

“But I never said it was you..” He whispered, his face closer to your own, a puff of warm breath fanning across your lips as you sighed, your eyes flickering before swallowing thickly.

“But maybe I wish it was me..” You mumbled, leaning in as your lips collided. Luke leaned closer, one of his hands sliding up your arm and wrapping gently around your nape, tangling his fingers in your hair.

“Come closer,” he huffed, tugging you into his lap while your lips moved feverishly together. You wrapped your arms around his neck, caressing the back of his head as you tugged on his blonde strands causing him to moan into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” You shakingly moaned out as his lips moved down your neck, finding your sweet spot from earlier exploration. His hand tugged your neck to the side, exposing it more to him as he nibbled and sucked along your drumming pulse, causing you to squirm in his lap.

“Grind against me. Fucking use my thigh.” You moaned again as you slowly dragged your hips back and forth against his crotch, feeling his cock strained against his jeans.

“Oh, fuck, Luke, please,” you huffed again, your free hand wiggling between your bodies, tugging on the bottom of your shirt, only for him to grab your wrist, panting against your shoulder.

“Luke, please-”

“Tell me you want this..”

“What-”

“Tell me you want this and that when we wake up together tomorrow morning you won’t regret this.. Look me in the eyes and tell me that.” You blinked as Luke stared into your eyes, his own pleading for you to say you wouldn’t. Not that you would ever..

“I want you. Fuck, I want you and I’ll never regret it, Luke, please.” His lips broke into a small smile, licking them over before smashing them back into yours.

You tugged your shirt over your body, shuddering as the icy air wrapped around your body as Punz’s hands slithered down your back, stopping to snap your bras’ strap against your goosebump littered skin. “You’re so sensitive, love..” His voice dropped as the material fell away from your body. Your gasp melted into a moan as his lips latched around one of your nipples, caressing it with his tongue while one of his hands kneaded your other breast.

“I need more, please, just..”

“Just what, doll? What else do you need?” The tip of his tongue swirled around your other nipple, causing another shiver to run up your spine. You leaned back, tugging his hair to where you could see his lust-filled eyes. With the pounding of your heart deafening you, you flicked the tip of your tongue over your lips before almost gasping out.

“I want you to fuck me, Punz.”

His body suddenly moved a mile a minute. His shirt abandoned to the carpet while his hands fiddled with your jeans’ buttons, grunting as he finally released them and worked them down your thighs, moaning quietly as they got caught. Throwing them out of sight, he glanced down with a loud, toe-curling moan as he noticed the wet spot forming on your underwear. Luke’s fingers grazed the fabric, causing you to gasp and jump away but also arch into the relief offered to you.

“All this for me, sweetheart?” His voice teased as he nipped your ear, causing you to moan against his throat. He tugged on the fabric until a low rip came from them, peeling them easily from your body as you choked out a moan.

“Luke, get the fuck out of those jeans and-” You gasped as your back collided with the cushions. Punz sat above you, a smirk on his lips as one hand helped him hover above you, the other worked his jeans and boxers off, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach.

“Careful what you wish for, Princess,” he leaned down, smashing your lips together as he dragged his nails along your stomach, across the top of your thigh, and pressed two fingers against your clit making you jump and try to squeeze your legs close; Luke’s thigh held them open as his fingers moved and pinched at your bundle of nerves.

As your back arched into his chest, his middle and ring fingers slowly moved into your entrance, his thumb keeping a steady circle on your clit. Thrusting his fingers steadily, his thumb moved quickly against your clit as your thighs began to tremble, curling your fingers around the couchs’ cushion as you attempted to grab his wrist, to slow him down. Luke just scoffed at you as your moans became nothing but little huffs and shattered moans when you saw a white flash behind your eyes. You quivered and shook as Luke sat back, his cock now presented to you as you huffed, blissfully watching as he took his fingers into his mouth; moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, you taste as good as you look,” he licked his lips, moving to where his thighs held your legs back open, grasping his cock and teasing your clit with it. Each slap caused a tremble to move through you, a moan following as his tip grazed between your folds, collecting your wetness.

Luke leaned forward, one hand grasping the arm of the couch while his elbow rested next to your head. His lips pressed tightly to yours as he slowly inserted his cock.

You broke the kiss, turning your head to the side as a whimper-like moan escaped you. He stopped, pressing his nose to your thundering pulse, pressing butterfly-like kisses against your neck.

“Shh, sh, it’s okay, I got you, baby.. You’re doin’ so fuckin’ well for me.” He praised into your jawline, peppering kisses across it as he gently rocked his hips into yours; filling you up as you arched further into him.

“God, you’re.. You’re so big,”

“You can take it, honey, I know you can.” You both moaned as he gave a final thrust, bottoming out. You could feel your walls pulsating around him, your thighs twitching and trembling as moaned, his shoulders shaking as he lifted his face up, staring at you.

“You say when, baby. You tell me when you’re ready for me to-“

You moved your hips against him. His eyes snapped shut as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, causing you to moan with a whimper.

“Move. Fucking Punz, please.” You couldn’t help but plead for him to move. The sinking feeling of his cock became too much.

His thrust started small, but firm. Slowly, they became deep, hard thrust; moving you against the soft cushion beneath you. Each thrust erupted a pant-like moan from your throat, each movement had you wanting more.

Opening your eyes, you looked up to see Luke’s chain dangling in front of you. Glancing at his face, his eyes were screwed shut as you bite your lip. The gold glittered in your eye as you slowly leaned forward, catching it between your teeth and giving it a light tug.

Luke’s eyes snapped open as you held the chain between your teeth, almost smirking as he allowed a deep, grunty moan to escape his throat.

He leaned further into your body, the chain sat on top of your lips, some still between your teeth when he began to thrust harder into you.

His tip kissed your cervix as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, he couldn’t keep the smirk off of his lips. Moaning happily into your ear as he pressed his nose against your crown, pressing light kisses across your sweaty hairline before he nipped at your lobe.

“Give me what I want, Y/N. Cum for me.” He grunted into your ear as you quaked, your thighs shaking against his own while your hands shot up, wrapping around his neck.

Luke moaned heavenly into your cheek, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and with a final hard thrust, his cum filled you. Huffing against one another’s cheeks, you pressed light kisses across his face while one of his hands played with your hair, twirling it.

“So..” You hummed as he chuckled.

“That happened.”

“Mhmm, and you swore you wouldn’t regret it-“

“It’s not that, I just.. I owe Dream five bucks.” You giggled as Punz sat up, staring at you with wide eyes.

“You did not bet on us having sex.”

“Not on the sex part, just.. Us confessing after you drank tonight.” You shrugged gently as he scoffed, pinching your nose as you snorted, batting away his hands.

“There’s no way you bet on us..”

“We can call Dream later and you can ask. Not my fault alcohol is truth serum to you,” you muttered, yawning before groaning as Luke slowly sat up and pulled out, a low moan leaving him as he watched your mixed cums leak out of your twitching hole.

“But after we nap.”

“I gotta clean you-“

“Shut. Up. And nap.” You hissed, pulling him back down by his neck.

“You’re gross.” He rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your head as you sighed, closing your eyes.

“You love me.”

“That I do.. Goodnight, babe.”

“Goodnight, Lukey.” You giggled as he flicked your ear, making you jump.

“That’s not sticking around.” He grunted, closing his eyes as you smiled.

It totally did..

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I hope you all enjoyed this piece!

[thepoppypenner]

This picture is like a Renaissance painting

[raxijh]

(S)Creaming rn I WANNA MARRY PUNZ HE SO FINE

[someone1348]

Can I get CC Punz caregiver stuff pls

Absolutely Kasey!! @kasey-writes-stuff

These came out more Cg!Punz and Little!Reader so if you aren't comfortable with that you don't have to read these :]

Cargiver!Cc!Punz:

-The definition of the best caregiver ever!

-It does not matter what age his little regress to he is fully prepared for everything

-He is the most Patient, Caring, Supportive Caregiver ever!

-If you are coloring he will always compliment you on it

-If you need help with something he is there and ready!

-He is a surprisingly good cook and if you both don't feel like cooking he will order out and pay for everything so that you don't have to leave the house if you have anxiety and so you don't have to worry about a thing

-He is calm and collected if things go wrong

-If there is crying involved he will just hold you and rock you back and forth until you are ready/until you have calmed down well enough that your heart rate is steady again

-He has a drawer filled with little stuff for you and a section in his closet dedicated to your onzies and blankets if it's a onzie kind of night!

-In that drawer contains super fun toys and some adorable stuffies and pacis of course if his little is that young or regress to paci age or just wants one!

-He has all different kinds, different themes, colors, ect! Some even light up!!

-He loves giving you nicknames as well!

-He will walk with his hand in yours everywhere you two go if you two have to get up for any reason or he will carry you if that's what you want more, he will do anything he can do for you/his little

-He does the knee bounce thing sometimes with you/his little on his knee and will just bounce you up and down

-He is a big hugger/cuddler so he will just hold you close if you are comfortable with that of course and just lay there, play with your hair and tell you how amazing you are and how much he cares about you

-He always asks you what you want

-He is awesome!!

-Don't let his awesomeness fool you though, he is a very stern and driven man

-So when it comes to the rules he is serious about them, of course he would never yell or get angry at you, he is flexible but he just wants the very best for you/his little! :]

-If you two are out together getting groceries he won't let you leave his side, and he will let you ride in the grocery cart if you want! He would never put you in a position where you would be anxious

-The same thing applies if you happen to slip when you are around his friends, he will take you into another room, make sure you are comfortable and if you are comfortable with letting his friends see it or if you want to go home, ect, he is so nice!

-His friends know about it already and are super chill about it so if you are comfortable they will all do their part to help take care of you

-Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, Foolish, Tina, George, Dream, Ect! ^^

-It is a very lovely environment

-One time you were little in front of the group and that caused someone else in the group to slip into little space too (*Cough* Dream *Cough!*) and the team had two littles to take care of! It was wild but so much fun!

-Punz is also a bit protective of his little too! Not in a toxic way, He loves that the others can help and he appreciates it very much but he just feels like it's his duty as your caregiver to take care of you

-And he just wants to always be your favorite! He might get a little jealous but that is all good, he gets over it pretty face and plants kisses all over your face!

-He loves seeing you smile and hearing you laugh so tickles are a given within your relationship!

-He is more on the gentle side of things when it comes to tickles, unless you ask otherwise for him, but he loves just holding you and tickling all over your tickle spots with such gentleness but incredible speed and accuracy it is insane

-He just wants to make you happy in any way he can!

-We stan Caregiver Punz!

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I hope you all enjoyedd!!

-K :]