Thinks about Victor/Robert/Colm with alternative reader who's a ball of sunshine :(.
Everyone thinks you're scary and you get barked at and people act super weird towards you but they are so obsessed with you and how cute you are despite looking so dark and the opposite of your personality.
They meet you at a club through Malevola, she met you through this club during "satanic night" and you guys clicked fast.
Victor is offended she didnt introduce you guys sooner and has a love at first sight momment.
Robert thinks the whole dark get up is hot and makes you intresting and thinks you're a very complex person.
Colm thinks you're like a dark deity that he's drawn to be attracted to lol.
Um... so do we maybe want some smut with these three and alt!reader... cuz i WILL write it.
Hello I got extremely excited to see a fellow Punch Up enjoyer. I love that beefcake so much! May I request Punch Up x reader where reader looks very sweet and wholesome in public but fully matches Colm’s freak in the bedroom? Thank you for your wonderful work!
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I LOVE THIS TROPE SO BAD YOU DONT EVEN GET ITTTT.!2!!;
Colm thinks you're just so cute and sweet and wants to take it so slow because he thinks he might be too much for you in that aspect and then youre over here like lemme slobber on your dick pls.
He's BAMBOOZLED by you, so so confused but SO into it lol.
Victor and Mel coming over uninvited, to take you guys out to a club/bar—not hearing the OBNOXIOUS plap sound from Colm's room cuz uh..may or may not be sound proofed cuz you're so fuckin loud...
They walk in and walk out just as quick very surprised and confused and mildly grossed out by seeing you smashed into the floor face first while Colm's dick is stealing your soul from your body with ease.
plsss plsplspls i live for soft looking freak reader stopppp
Ooh if I may...just picturing how Colm would be with a bratty reader?
Thinks about reader who's being bratty because of a long week. Colm knows you're only acting out because you're exhausted and burnt out... (im projecting in this one cuz my week has been rough as fuck.)
Reader coming to Colm's apartment looking like death and catching an attitude so strong even he's surpised :(
Being snippy and short with him and then it's silent, and he's staring at you with raised eyebrows like "Wow, really?" without saying anything and you try so fucking hard to stand your cranky ground—but when you see he's looking at you because he knows you're just uncontrollably pent with frustrations from work, friends, family being all in your business this week it makes your eyes water.
The second your little wobbly "I'm so tired" comes out he's on you in seconds—grabbing you gently and hoisting you to the bedroom to lay you down and hop his way between your thighs, not sexual yet just soft and caring. His hands reach your face as he leans over to look at you with knowing eyes as he tilts his head at you :(((.
"Y'need me t'turn yer brain off, Angel?" His accent thick and calming to your shakey mind.
Your shakey breath and suddenly warming tummy from the thought of Colm fixing all your pent up energy makes you crack, your voice is breathy and your hands are gripping at his button-up—"Please."
And god does he really takes his time with you.
He fingers you and kisses your neck and tells you how good you've been doing recently and specifically points out these things to make you aware he is fully paying attention to everything about you, and you're literally crying into his shoulder and holding onto him like he'll leave any second—your brain sloooowly shutting off just like he promised.
And then you've got a leg hiked up on his shoulder and he's got a hand on the back of your neck and a vibe wand between your legs while he fucks you through your little sobs—your forehead pressed to his while he grins at you all big knowing he's fixing your stressed little head.
"Ohfuck-ohfuck-" your voice is all whiney, pathetic and small as your brain just melts into the pillow it lays against, your thighs growing shakey the closer you get to cumming.
The three boys with a reader they work with but end up finding out they are a dancer by them going to the club?
Blinks loudly. MOANED. Yes here have this shit!!!
writing this with some alt!reader sprinkles bcus i fear this fits so well..
You were generally quiet and nice at SDN, no one suspected it.
You were comfortable wearing things that showed slivers of tattoos and you wore different fun jewelry in any of the piercings you had. everyone thought you were just a normal person for the most part, the three men you had the hots for all flirted and bantered with you per usual.
They had no clue. No clue you were loud, extroverted, and super friendly at your night job—the club job.
Until you saw Victor yanking on Robert's arm with Colm following in step, Oh. Fuck—aaaand they decide to sit front row on your end of the single stages—great.
Your outfit is so revealing and it glimmers to the music you have playing in your section, the song "Closer" by NIN blasts through the low stage speakers, but its a cover by Madeaux, just slightly more erotic than the original somehow.
Colm spots your forearm tattoo before your face and freezes, he makes eye contact with you and you give him a nervous grin and continue to finish out your song.
Victor and Robert hardly paying attention because Victor is caught up in stupid Crypto talk. Your song ends and you make a very quick and hasty way off the center stage, trying desperately to not eat shit in your pretty heels and also run for your life.
"You idiots." Colm's voice is gruff and filled with a halfed laugh, making Robert and Victor turn to him with tilted heads of confusion. You make your way back in a different outfit, this one is more fetish-y, latex built in corset style and a black spiked military cap, gothic queen like outfit.
Now you just have to walk around and mingle with the customers and...avoid...them.
Which fails unbelievably fast when you hear that signature gruff tone clear his throat from behind you. "You come 'ere often?" He laughs as you look down with a caught look like a child in a cookie jar. "You...are not supposed to be here." your voice is full of defeat and humor.
Victor's voice cuts Colm off with a overly loud "HOLY SHIT NO WAY!", Robert quickly smacking him as people look at the three men and you. "Dude. Inside voice." They sit and stare at you with mixes of strange attraction, confusion, and colm who looks smug?
"Y'know i had a feelin' you weren't so quiet." his voice comes out in a cocky knowing manner and you roll your eyes at him, of course he knew. "That's hot." Victor's flat tone makes you laugh. "Mm thank's—appreciate it, dork."
"Sooo..now what?" Robert's voice cuts the weird tension, and you allow yourself to just be normal you not SDN you.
"Well, now you know my deep dark secret, what else do you wanna know?"
"How much fer'a private room?" Colm jokes, but the way he's staring at you makes it feel different. Victor snorts and agrees being the most obvious to show attraction towards you without shame—"I second that."
Robert looks at you with a smug grin and raises an eyebrow, "Well...how much?"
Oh...Oh?
DO WE REQUEST A PART TWO? LMAO im very tempted to keep this one going...
omg colm and/or sonar with a reader whos very openly flirty/sweet only to them im talking small touches, compliments, staring when she thinks theyre not looking etc (shes trying to get in their pants BAD)
okay so. this got so smutty and i picked Colm for this because WE ARE LACKING HIM SO MUCH—fem!reader (she/her used)
"Y'know..you're the perfect height for me wanna know why?" your voice is mischievous and Colm already knows you're starting you're shit again.
"Oh n'why's that, hm?" His tone is playful as he trades little glances at you as you two sit close in your apartment, the small party you held for the team filled with drunk mario cart and drinking games that ended in little clothing finally tappering down to just you and him.
You lean in and whisper despite it only being you two and faint music someone picked out earlier on the speaker. "you're waist high...do i really have to say it?" you laugh nervously, suddenly realizing it's much more intense when its just you two.
Colm grows a smirk that you know is dangerous as hell as he leans in more, your face's getting closer than you'd ever thought you'd get—"Why don't'cha enlighten me, Doll." You grow jittery at his normal returned banter but somehow this feels so different and heavy with erotic undertones you're not sure if you bit off more than you could chew.
"You're at...the right height to u-uh...eat someone out..y'know..anyone not-not saying anyone specific-" you're cut off by Colm's face moving in closer, you think he's about to kiss you but his warm whiskey coaked breath meets the shell of your ear with a deep rugged reply.
"Really? Not specifically speakin' aye?...what if i have my own ideas on who i could fuck with my face...then what, Doll?"
His large palm makes its way to the nape of your neck, you feel his breath move to your jaw, your squirming sitting next to him on your couch—and then be pauses—"Y'wanna go further or am i readin' this shite wrong?"
Your hand desperately plants itself on his beefy thigh as stability as if you'll pass out from the tension. "Please-jesus, Colm—"
You feel his mustache first. Then his warm mouth, on your jaw—it makes you let a shakey pitched sigh at the first contact. He makes his way to the back of the junction where your neck and shoulder meets, he kisses it softly and when your body wracks with goosebumps and a sharp gasp he knows he found what he was looking for.
"Found 'er."
His voice is deep and controlled as his kissing turns into teeth grazing—soon forming into dull teeth biting the spot you never knew would have you clawing like an animal and letting out the most pathetic noises you've ever heard from yourself. One hand is threaded to the base of your scalp, pulling just slight enough to send another wave of goosebumps down your frame that he pulls back and watches—finding the way your hair stands up like a prey animal so arousing.
Colm's breath can be felt again but...between your thighs now. "Yer'fuckin' soaked...all from a bit of teasin'...you're killin' me Sweetheart." His accent thick and smooth, his composure shifting with every new thing he notices about you, so soft and submissive for him—your usual bratty like demeanor nowhere to be found.
He doesn't care if he's taking you like a filthy animal on your couch, because god knows he'll drag you to your bed once you're limped out from too many orgasms.
How you landed yourself here? No idea. Complaints? Absolutely none.
"Such a pretty whore for us, don't you agree?"
Robert's voice is husky and deep against the shell of your right ear, Victor's chuckle against your left makes you jump a little from so many forms of stimulation.
Colm—between your legs, your frame only covered in Sonar's large band shirt, panties long ripped and thrown somewhere else in Colm's kitchen.
Your hands are roughly held behind your frame by Victor's unrelenting grip of a hand, his other oversized thimble fingers wrapped around your chest to pinch at your nipples so softly you almost see stars. Your sounds only get more mocked and laughed at by the three men who are persistently smushing you into nothing but a brainless puddle for them.
Your head falls back on Victor's chest as your body grows limp, feeling safe enough to know they'll keep you from falling no matter what.
"Ohh..poor baby...already all fucked out and we haven't even made you cum yet."
Victor's voice is condescending and rich as his chest rumbles against your back, you whine in defense but it quickly slips into an unrestrained moan when you feel Colm's thick digits smoothly gliding into your core and curling up into the spot he always knew where to find—his mouth occupying your already sore clit with a feverish sense of eagerness.
He tears his mouth away just enough to mumble something for you to hear.
"Sure loves bein' shared...fuckin' soaked down here."
Robert grabs your attention again with a firm hand to your jaw, squishing your cheeks to make your mouth part in a pathetic manner—your lips red and swollen from being kissed with aggressive force, making Robert's cock throb at how fucked out and helpless you look for all of them to see.
"Fuck, such a pretty thing, say thank you to Colm for sharing you with us, Hm? Be a good toy, Baby."
"T-thank-Mm!-"
You can't finish your sentence as they all collectively cut you off.
Colm sucks your clit harder, his fingers pistoling out of your sopping cunt, causing a borderline filthy noise to fill the heated room.
Robert biting the right side of your shoulder while choking you roughly to prevent you from speaking.
got inspired from @miyaz6ki 's getting high w robert thing...
Thinks about Colm + Cigar and neighbor!Stoner!reader and a fat joint....
Smoking casually with your really really hot muscular neighbor while he puffs off the thickest cigar you've ever seen—sitting on his couch while you guys watch a shitty netflic show you both heard about and chatting while he smokes.
"Oh uh-also i smoke too but it's—well im a pot smoker so i wanted to ask if it was okay if i smoked with...you?" you're very nervous and feel like a child asking to play.
"What? Y'don't gotta ask me, Sweetheart i couldn't give less of a fuck, smoke yer pretty self away." Colm's thick accent makes your spine ripple with goosebumps as you laugh and dig into your little bag and grab your joint and as you go to grab a lighter Colm grabs his and motions for you to come closer...
"C'mere i'll light'ya." You get nervous and are far too horny over a simple gesture...
You put the joint between your lips and lean in close for him to light it, he watches you intensely as you have your eyes focused on the joint and flame—Colm knowing exactly what he was doing by offering a light.
It's been 15-20 minutes and you're really feelin' it now—despite being an avid smoker your tolerance just never builds enough to gain a simple buzzing high—you get FUCKED up every smoke sesh.
And now—you're making out on your neighbor's lap?
"G'aww..yer pretty lil' noises from jus' some kissin' is'so fuckin' cute..."
And the second he's got you in the tightest bent form of doggy with your face pushed into the couch cushion—you're drooling all over from being high and also getting your brains fucked out.
Now he's telling you how good you feel and how you take him soooo well.
If I may,,, Punch Up/Colm with a virgin reader? 🙏 Bonus points if they're shy about it. I just think it'd be really sweet 💖
SOBS YES YES PLSSS
thinking youre flirty and forward but when he gets his hands on you, you're this shy little thing and he gets the horniest whiplash of his life 🥹
Constantly checking in with where his hands are, it's full of
" 'This okay, doll?" ☹️
he makes sure you're as comfy as possible laid back all spread nude for him, and he's still dressed because he finds you, this little gentle virgin being soo cute all nervous and bare for him :(.
making out with him and he does the knee thing™️ and has you grinding against his work slacks 😩
makes you take his fingers first and makes sure you cum at least 2-3 times before he even considers taking off any of his own clothes.
homie uses so much lube. Like...alarming amounts.
when he first slides in and you arch and gasp he stops all worried and you're like
"stop fucking stopping" and he has to ask again till you smack his chest.
once he's in he lets out the most tense sigh of relief and you're sweating and panting already.
the sex is slow. it's soft. he holds you like no one has before, he makes you cum on his cock several times, your hair is tugged on gently, a calloused hand perched lightly on your throat, and he talks you through all of your orgasms like he was born for it.
