#claudio x reader

[onyxrosess]

sick reader head cannons!

hwoarang x reader, sergei dragunov x reader, claudio serafino x reader [seperate]

writers note: hello!! its been a while and i am completely unmotivated to do much of anything but i’ve been meaning to get back into the swing of things for far too long. none the less, here’s some slightly self indulgent head cannons. :)

i also haven’t really ever written head cannons so if these turn out to be more mini fics thenn so be it.

・warnings/tags: nausea, sickness, etc.

( cross posted on ao3 )

Hwoarang

・Even though Hwoarang is a little shit sometimes, he knows some good ass recipes to make you feel better.

・ Expect him to be force-feeding you.

・ At the beginning of your and Hwoarang’s relationship, I think he wouldn’t necessarily believe you when you tell him you didn’t feel well. He wouldn’t be mad at you, or belittle you, but more that he thinks you're stronger than that.

・ He would only really believe you when he saw it. The two of you would be training when your body finally tells you you’re too damn sick to be trying to fight Hwoarang. He would finally realize how pale you look, how quickly you’re out of breath. Then it really hits him when you collapse to your knees.

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Hwoarang dropped to his knees in front of you, his eyes scanned your face, and his hand held your arm. “You meant it didn’t you?” His voice was quieter than usual, but your body was too exhausted to reply to him. Sweat made your hair cling to your forehead, your body feeling all too hot and freezing at the same time. You let your head fall against his chest, as limp as the rest of your body. Hwoarang didn’t move, nor did he speak, quite unusual for him. You couldn’t tell how many minutes passed, or if it had even been a minute.

“I’m gonna pick you up— and don’t think you’re gonna tell me no either.” Before you could even protest he shut it down. He stood up as you attempted to do the same, feeling like your stomach was going to come up your throat. His forearms swept you up from underneath you, carrying you quickly out of his dojang, luckily his house was not too far.

The rest of the day was spent through a cycle of Hwoarang scolding you to not get up and that he’ll do it. Hell he wouldn’t even let you go to the bathroom alone. But besides the pampering and not allowing you to even take a step, he made you rice porridge, though your nausea was through the roof you could at least keep it down. Sometimes he wouldn’t even let you pick up your spoon to eat, instead feeding you himself. It was oddly romantic and adorable for him, though you weren’t going to tease him about it.

You recovered quite quickly due to whatever magic his cooking skills held, and the cuddling on his couch that was maybe a bit too small for the two of you.

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After you were back to feeling better and mostly normal, he stayed a little sweeter than before. It’s not like he was an asshole before or anything, he still teased you and flicked your forehead from time to time but he was just sweeter. He's really just a big softy at heart.

Dragunov

・Dragunov is definitely one to notice quickly if you’re getting sick.

・ He doesn’t ask you whether you’re feeling ill, he just very conveniently shows up with what you need when you need it. Like he has a sixth sense or something. You’re working at your desk and you feel like you're about to sneeze— he just sets a box of tissues on your desk.

・ Your throat is sore and you’re about to get up to get water? He's already handing a glass of water to you. It’s seriously amazing honestly

・Unfortunately it doesn’t save you from still getting sick though.

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When you and Sergei took a vacation back to his hometown, it was lovely, a thick layer of snow covered every surface. Of course Sergei was used to this weather and even preferred it, but it was simply magical to you. And with that fascination you only wanted to go explore around the town he grew up in. You don’t hear many stories from Dragunov about his childhood or frankly anything, but maybe that's what made him so easy to love.

The two of you went on an outing into the central part of his town, he brought you to many places ranging from a clothing repair shop to an antique toy shop. As the day went on you shivered, and sneezed here and there but insisted you were okay. By the time a couple hours went by your nose was tinted a pinkish color along with your cheeks. Without a word Sergei stopped walking, you turned around puzzled, until his big heavy coat was draped over your shoulders. Before a squeak of objection came out of your mouth he grabbed your hand and turned towards home. You couldn’t really say much because you couldn’t deny that your entire body felt like an ice cube.

Between the warmth of Dragunov’s warm coat and his hand that held your own, you successfully made it back to his home. Sergei took the coat off your shoulders, as his hand reached down to brush the snow off your hair. You thanked him quietly and followed him as he walked into his living room. You plopped onto the couch, turning around to locate where Sergei went, he was about to turn around the corner.

“Stay.” He almost commanded you, with the softest voice possible. You listened to him, waiting for him to return. Your body continued to shiver even though it was not that cold inside the home. You heard his footsteps behind you, he carried a big wool blanket in his hands. He sat down on the couch, patting the spot next to him. You quickly scurried over to him as he draped the blanket over the two of you. His hand found its way to your hair as he slotted the strands between his fingers. Though you knew you were going to end up even more sick tomorrow, right now, this is all you could ask for.

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He just wants an excuse to play with your hair </3

Claudio

・ I think Claudio can be caring and thoughtful when you’re sick but also that man doesn’t want to get sick either. His work is a big responsibility so I think he would want to avoid sickness if possible.

・ But he can’t say no to you.

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Claudio left for work early this morning before you woke up, which he usually does. You woke up in a haze, your throat felt like sandpaper, accompanied by the pounding headache that assaulted your senses. The house was quiet, no sign of your boyfriend. You reached over to the night stand in search of your phone, but in your attempt it fell onto the floor with a thud. It was that kind of day.

The rest of the day was spent either on the couch or in your bed, with a pile of tissues wherever you went. Usually Claudio gets back home before it’s dark but it was getting late, you stared out the window ignoring the tv in front of you. Your attention was torn from your empty gaze to your phone that buzzed next to you. The caller ID being Claudio. You answered but before you could say anything he spoke, “I have to stay late tonight, love.” You replied, but your voice was hoarse as you cleared your throat. “Okay.” “Are you feeling sick?” Claudio immediately asked, his voice switched tones. “I think, but I can manage-“ ”No, I’m coming home, stay where you are.” Claudio stood his ground steady as he ended the call. You sighed, grateful he’d be home soon.

Your front door opened and quickly closed, Claudio was fast to get to your side. “Why didn’t you call me?” His voice was soft as the back of his hand touched your forehead to gauge your temperature. “I didn’t want to interrupt your work, because I knew you were going to come home” Claudio let out a breathy chuckle, which surprised you, causing you to look at him. “You always worry about the smallest things, amore.” He smiled, and you almost melted.

Claudio made you various remedies that his mother taught him, which you overheard him talking to his mother on the phone asking her questions about the recipes. It was quite entertaining to listen to Claudio talk to his mother, you couldn’t understand much but little pieces here and there. He eventually cuddled up next to you, “are you sure you’re okay with me getting you sick?” You questioned him as your back laid against his chest. “I won’t get sick.” You sighed, he's so stubborn sometimes.

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Claudio did in fact, get sick.

as always i hope you enjoyed, i will do my best to water the dying plant that is the tekken fandom -onyxroses

[comelylust]

Claudio Serafino [HeadCanon]

This is a request, but I opted for this format so it would be cleaner and easier to search for. Enjoy!

Claudio does not fall in love easily; he is very distrustful and always puts his mission first. This changes when he meets you, and his growing love for you turns into a silent pain, overshadowed by the loneliness that his duty demands of him.

After missions, he stays a bit longer, making up excuses to be near you: he checks his equipment, offers to drive you, all with a tenderness that contrasts with his usual efficiency. You notice the small cracks in his composure: how his fingers brush against yours a moment too long, how his gaze softens when he thinks you are not looking. However, he never speaks of it, fearing that naming that feeling would turn it into a weakness he cannot hide.

Claudio will never explicitly say he is protecting you, but he will always appear in the places where you are without you having told him where you would go. When you ask him how he found you, he says something banal like "due to residues" and changes the subject.

The only way he expresses fear is through excessive orders: "Do not go out after dark," "Do not talk to strangers who give off 'wrong vibes,'" "Stay where I can see you." If you ask him why, he will say it is so as not to "complicate his exorcisms" or because "cleaning up your mess would be annoying."

Due to his work, he almost never cooks, but he shows up with food from exclusive restaurants or, if you are thirsty, he prepares "infusions that coincidentally happen to be your favorite flavor." It is a veiled love language; every act of care comes with a practical excuse, never a sentimental one.

For someone who denies emotional bonds, he is very jealous, but not in a vulgar or theatrical way. He places himself between you and the other person with his perfect exorcist posture, smiling with that arrogance of his, and simply talks about his achievements. In private, he never reproaches you, but he does ask questions if you are interested in that person; even if you tell him no, he does not relax.

I feel he is a bit paranoid; since he saw that demons can possess even the strongest, he performs a ritual to ensure no entity has touched you while you sleep. He does it with such elegance and feigned annoyance that it seems he is doing you a favor, but if you try to skip it one day, he becomes unbearably insistent.

He avoids touching you after using his abilities; he is convinced he could "contaminate" you with dark energy residues.

Claudio has recurring nightmares where he becomes what he vows to destroy, and in those dreams, you are always the one who has to stop him or run away from him. That is why he secretly trains you so you can defend yourself from him, and that is why he maintains a sometimes abrupt emotional distance: it is not contempt, it is genuine terror that his arrogance and power will consume him and you will become his first victim.

Obviously, he will not apologize, but you are not foolish enough not to realize he is protecting you, and you love him so deeply for that very reason.

NSFW 

In bed, he is a totally different guy; he is raw and desperate to have you.

Claudio has a considerable thickness, slightly curved upward, and his width makes the initial stretch always a struggle that he enjoys watching.

He is completely clean-shaven, not out of vanity, but for hygiene and because he likes the feeling of skin against skin without barriers, plus it makes it easier for him to keep you clean of his fluids afterward.

His favorite position is not the typical doggy style. It is a deeper and more controlling variation; he places you on all fours at the edge of the bed, his study table, or his garden bench. He remains standing behind you but does not limit himself to holding you by the hips; one of his hands intertwines tightly in your hair or holds you by the scruff of your neck, forcing your head back or down against the surface, and his other hand slides down your chest or stomach, or grips your jaw to keep you at his desired angle.

Claudio is enormously turned on by the sound you make. Not just the moans, but the wet slapping of his thrusts, the dull thuds of his thighs against your skin, the creaking of the bed. Sometimes, he orders you to cover your mouth just so he can hear those other sounds more clearly.

His stamina is not just about lasting; it is about controlling your pleasure in a tortuous way—he is a master of edging. He will use his tongue, his skilled, gloved fingers to touch your sensitive spots, and his cock to bring you to the brink of orgasm over and over again, stopping at the very last microsecond. He can do this for what feels like an eternity, until your body shakes uncontrollably and your pleas turn into an incoherent babble.

Since he cannot speak freely about feelings and a life together, his final and absolute act of possession is that he does not use a condom, nor does he pull out; he comes inside you so deeply that you feel it escaping you.

[issacballsac]

I find the concept of Claudio slightly becoming acquaintances with a person/being he couldn’t exorcise hilarious. Like despite his almost arrogant? demeanour he’d get pissed at the failure.

Going off of absolutely nothing I fear he would be less accepting of the failed exorcism if you were younger/more youthful looking. Like I believe he would be less aggravated if you were older or at least around his age. Because, who the hell wants to lose to a child. No qualms on gender though he’d be equally pissed for man, woman, or other.

It’s also not a “oh damn I failed let’s be friends” thing either. He’s going to throw everything he’s got at this. I have no reason to believe he wouldn’t attempt to shoot you as a last resort.

Eye twitching type shit.

It’ll be a while before he gives up on trying to make you a past tense. Let alone friendship or more if you’re feeling up to it.

About a year in and he’s still throwing holy water at you. But I’m just yapping feel free to discuss further with me.

[kayfabebabe]

Chocolate and Champagne

You have one rule - You do not kiss clients. It blurs too many lines between professional and personal, but... You can't help considering it with Claudio.

This was entirely based on a specific scene from the movie 'Pretty Woman.' Everyone thank @regalityandcoffee for helping me through a serious writer's block for the past 2 months. Also, here is the translation of the German that Claudio says to the reader:

Sonnenschein - Sunshine Schatz - Treasure Ich bin wahsinnig in dich verliebt - I'm madly in love with you (Apologies if this isn't right. I tried to double-check everything in different places.)

Claudio Castagnoli X Female Reader WARNINGS - NSFW. Spicy. Blowjobs. Reference to sex work/Reader is a sex worker. Established relationship. Pining. So much pining.

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“Sonnenschein…” 

What if you kissed him? Just once. The thought is fleeting, but it slams into you and you need to put some distance between yourself and Claudio before you do anything irrational. You stand from the floor to grab a cushion from the sofa behind you and place it at Claudio’s feet. This used to be easy. You could slip into a quiet corner of your mind for a while, let the outside world fade into the background and drift. Now… You couldn’t slip away with Claudio. 

You leaned forward between Claudio’s legs to undo his tie and the buttons of his shirt. Despite the only light in the room being from the television, you could make out the finer details of his face. Faint lines framing the corner of each eye and a pale scar on his chin, nearly hidden beneath the shadow of his stubble. He was beautiful. Your eyes linger on Claudio’s mouth before being caught by his gaze. There was a warmth behind his expression that felt undeniable. One of his hands lifted to brush the back of his fingers across your cheek until you flinched at the touch. Too fond. Without saying a word, Claudio understood and dropped his hand to the arm of the chair. Your hands drifted down to his belt whilst your mouth trailed after them, desperately trying to ignore how your heart fluttered behind your ribs. 

This arrangement had been going on for months; Claudio would sweep you off your feet with grand romantic gestures at every opportunity and you revelled in the fantasy of a relationship until you received a bank deposit at the end of the week. Then you’d come crashing back to reality. There was no relationship between you. You were being paid to do whatever Claudio wanted and keep him satisfied. That was it. 

The first slow drag of your tongue over Claudio’s hardening cock earned a low hum above you. A soft sound that encouraged you to sink further down, mouth enveloping and suckling on the tip. More and more sweet noises filled the air. You still for a moment when Claudio rests his hand on the back of your head before returning your attention to his cock. His fingers were gentle, not pulling or pushing, simply resting there as a grounding weight. Occasionally, they’d stroke through your hair, behind your ear and down the nape of your neck. The touch bordered on being loving, but you allowed it. 

Claudio can’t look away from you. Knelt before him, you appeared to be something born from his dreams. He has travelled across the world and seen the wonders that have inspired artists for generations, but they paled in comparison to you. Claudio finds himself sometimes, even in intimate moments like this, wondering if you’d notice him under different circumstances. If you’d met in a cafe or somewhere entirely normal, would you have been interested in a man like him. And if there would be a chance that you’d fall in love with a man like Claudio.

Time becomes irrelevant. The air around you grew hotter, almost stifling, as you drew more of Claudio’s cock into your mouth. Saliva pooled under your tongue and dripped down your chin. There was a dull ache blossoming in your neck from being bent awkwardly over Claudio’s lap for such a long time. You didn’t care. You wanted to draw this out, you wanted to hear the bitten-off groans and small huffs from the normally restrained man. The mere prospect of being the cause of Claudio losing control makes your hips grind onto nothing, searching for some source of friction. In hopes of distracting yourself from the ache in your lower stomach, you risked a glance up to Claudio.

Oh, he really was beautiful.

You’ve been here, taking someone apart on your knees, before. None of them looked as divine as Claudio. None of them made your cheeks warm and hands shake with excitement. With his head tipped back and most of his clothes still on, he was a picture of pure debauchery. It takes barely a handful of minutes for Claudio’s back to lazily arch from the chair and his cock twitched hard, cum spilling into your awaiting mouth. You don’t hesitate in swallowing until you feel Claudio’s thighs tremble on either side of your shoulders. Then you let his cock fall from your mouth with a lewd pop. 

“Up… Schatz, come up here, please.” 

You couldn’t help smiling to yourself at Claudio’s perfect manners whilst standing from the floor and moving to straddle his thighs. Always a gentleman. There have been times when Claudio has been rougher, allowing his desperation to control his actions, with you. And, afterwards, he always made it a point to check on you. To ensure that you were okay. One of Claudio’s hands raised to cradle your cheek, thumb wiping a drop of his mess from your lower lip before pressing it into your mouth. Instinctively, you licked it away as he watched you with a softened expression. 

“Ich bin wahsinnig in dich verliebt…” 

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[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

I know he’s new to the company but do you have any headcanons for yandere Claudio?

Yandere Claudio

An: this sat in my inbox for a long time because I wanted to get a better grasp of his character

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Claudio is very sweet to you

He’s soft, and carrying, and it breaks his heart when you clearly don’t love him like he loves you

He would never be able to have a normal relationship with you

He wants you to be completely devoted to him, just like he is to you

Lots of cuddles, gifts, and anything else

If the bbc knows about you they would give him shit for how whipped he is for you

He wants people to see how devoted he is to you

It would be almost be impossible not to get Stockholm syndrome

He won’t hurt you, and he treats you like a queen

No punishments

He would kill

But he would never let you see him to that

He likes to keep the illusion of a normal relationship 

[multifanbol]

I REALLY NEED NEW MIGUEL X F!READER AND CLAUDIO X F!READER FANFIC ASAP HELP ME