#idv x reader

[angels-ipod]

IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.

I AM NOT YOUR OC💔💔💔

[hunnieknight]

WIP! Chubby reader coded

Self indulge art but may make y/n ver, now..which character can handle all that?

Bark like you want it!

[vampzv]

"I don't have a type." ... sure

[creamychu21]

How grammarly looks at me after I forced it to correct the most panty wetting, disgusting, mouth foaming, eye-rolling, leg shaking smut scene I’ve ever written

[puyopiyo]

love language

norton campbell — acts of service

norton isn’t good with words nor affection. the acts of love or praise feel so distant to him that he’s unsure how to act upon his feelings. but undoubtedly, he’s good at showing his adoration for you through his actions. the phrase actions speak louder than words certainly suits him, as he’ll take any means to make your life a little less of a burden, and unintentionally show his care. listening to you ramble even if begrudgingly, offering to take on tasks you may struggle with, bringing you gifts or taking you out despite his stinginess, anything he wouldn’t do for just anyone.

florian brand — quality time, physical touch

florian, early on, could be seen as distant. like no matter how much you adored each other, even through the smiles and attachment he showed toward you, there was something unseen, keeping the two of you at arms length. once you’re able to push past that, he’s a piece of work. he’s the type to show his affection through spending time with you constantly, allowing the two of you to be yourselves, vulnerable within each others presence. staying by your side through the late nights as you worked, taking stand beside you while you conversed with others, inviting you out on little outings or fun activities together. any way to spend time with you, he’s likely thought of. a bonus is that when he’s alone in your presence, he’s rather clingy, or very touchy. hands wrapped around your waist eagerly as he disrupts what you’re doing, kissing you while you try to pull away and whine about how he’s a distraction.

mike morton — physical touch, words of affirmation

mike is clingy. very, very much so. this boy does not know how to be separate from you. his hand is constantly in yours, or touching you in some way, and he’s always sat as close to you as possible, tapping on your thighs with a rhythm. he’s constantly plastering kisses all over your face, muttering words of praise between breathes. he’s a silly little tease with the way he expresses his feelings toward you, but its so important to him that you know how much he loves you, thus why he reminds you as often as possible

richard sterling — acts of service

richard, in a way similar to norton, isn’t quite sure how to express love. his way of showing love feels different, and can come off as overwhelming. it’s strong, whether through the way he monitors you constantly, or the way he sweet talks you and allows himself to be in control of many aspects of your life. he means it lovingly, because his way of showing his value toward you is by keeping you by his side, allowing you to belong to him in a sense. he’ll do anything to make you rely on him, doing small tasks or things for you so you don’t have to go out of your way, so that you’ll praise him for working so hard in your stead.

luca balsa — gift giving, quality time

luca doesn’t seem like the type to be good with words or showing much effort. it’s hard for him to keep his attention on anything other than the inventions he distracts himself with. so, in a way, he shows his love by mixing the two things he enjoys. by keeping you by his side while he works, even if its in silence, fumbling with gadgets by your side as you do your own thing. he’s the type to make his own gifts for you, something cute that he’d think you’d like, which noticeably also has a bunch of features he likes because he can’t help himself. he’s always spending time with you, giving you small trinkets to show he’s thinking of you, even if he seems absorbed in his own world.

naib subedar — acts of service

naib grew used to harsh conditions, so its easy to assume he wouldn’t be very good with words. however, even with his lack of prominent affection, hes very considerate of you, a true gentleman you could say. while he isn’t direct, and it’s hard for him to properly understand how to act, he tries his hardest. he’ll remember every detail of anything you’ve ever told him, sending you letters detailing the things he’s done while he’s gone, attached with little gifts or souvenirs that he thinks you’d enjoy, or things you’d prior mentioned, no matter how long ago. you’re constantly on his mind, the feeling making his heart race, and its a feeling he cant shake off. regardless of the tough display he puts on, with you, he’s gentle beyond measure.

ganji gupta — physical touch, quality time

ganji, i can imagine, likes affection, but hes shy when it comes to romance. the concept of being seen without going out of his way for it seems foreign. he’s the type to work super hard, all so that you’ll take notice and praise him, ruffling a hand through his hair as you tell him you’re pleased with his hard work. he’s not as direct as someone like mike per se, because i can imagine he’s scared of rejection, and it stresses him out a ton. he’s constantly edging his fingers closer to yours until you get the hint he wants to hold your hand, or standing close to you until you place yourself in front of him so he can hold you.

hernando romero — gift giving, words of affirmation

hernando is a charismatic man, constantly aiming to charm you with his words and actions. he’s flamboyant, the type to present a rose to you in the midst of the ring without an ounce of embarrassment, or the type to show you off with words of praise. he’s a flirt, no doubt, which brings me to believe he’d be the type to give many gifts, whether symbols of romance or simple things that caught his eye. his biggest gift toward you however, is his praise and reassurance. he’s constantly in awe of what you distract yourself with, with the clothes you wear or the way you display yourself, and he can’t help but compliment and flirt with you at any given opportunity. while he’s coy with his words, he’s also a good listener, the type that’s able to clear any doubt from your mind with the way he speaks of and to you.

ithaqua — physical touch, acts of service

ithaqua seems as though he craves physical touch because he’s only had a single stable source of it. he doesn’t want to let go of you, feeling the need to keep you as close as possible so theres no chance he can lose you. that, and he doesn’t seem to mind taking care of you, or going out of his way to ensure your safety or comfort. to him, you’re his warmth, and even if hes unable to express that through words, it’s prevalent through his actions and attachment to you.

[rhyllis-radiata]

a mimir ; survivor sleeping hcs

waa,, finals are over and i’m exhausted hhrjfjf

this idea came to me from the culmination of many, many late nights i’ve spent running around in this silly little game. my sleep schedule is absolutely wrecked, but at the very least i can daydream :,)

characters included : eli clark, luca balsa, matthias czernin, naib subedar, and norton campbell

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eli clark

he’s very much a night owl (pun intended), so it isn’t uncommon for him to be up late into the evening. i wouldn’t say that he has insomnia, but he’s able to keep himself awake for awhile. when the two of you rest together, you’re almost always the first to fall asleep

his odd schedule is pretty convenient too, given that brooke rose is nocturnal by nature. when he’s able to, he enjoys taking late-night walks around the manor’s perimeters. there’s a decently sized forest nearby that brooke especially likes, allowing her some much needed time to stretch her wings and hunt

you notice that she likes to leave things on your windowsill for you to find the next morning. her gifts tend to range from oddly-shaped rocks to small reptiles. there was one evening when you woke to her pecking at the glass itself, trilling in between her incessant tapping

it was a bit terrifying, honestly. imagine sitting up and turning your head to see a single, glowing eye staring at you through the second-floor window lol

he had apologized on her behalf, but only after a fit of laughter. needless to say you were not amused

eli usually turns in at around two in the morning. it’s not the healthiest, and he’s definitely a bit of a hypocrite given that he always attempts to get you to rest at a reasonable hour, but he’s trying!

honestly, having you as part of his routine nowadays has gotten him into a much better schedule. he finds himself looking forward to sleep, opting to end his day earlier than he typically does as to not keep you waiting

though, this unfortunately means that brookie’s midnight strolls are a little less frequent than they used to be. he decides to make up for it by leaving his window open for her, allowing her to fly in and out of his room as she pleases

perhaps a bit self indulgent, but he’s a big fan of pillow talk! the seer loves listening to you ramble about your day or whatever else is on your mind while rubbing his nose into your scalp. there’s just something so intimate about late night talks. ones that only you, him, and the moon can hear

well, and occasionally brooke, should she spend the night in. but the point still stands! he adores whispering to you until you both eventually drift off

speaking of drifting off, he’s actually a pretty normal sleeper. aside from a few mumbles here and there, he’s quiet and still throughout the night. he naturally runs a bit warm too, so he’s lovely to cuddle up with on colder evenings

no, he still doesn’t close the window during said nights. and he definitely, definitely doesn’t use it as an excuse to nestle closer to you (lie)

but if you’re still feeling chilly, he’s more than happy to pile on extra blankets. he has plenty stored away just for you

luca balsa

luca definitely has one of the worst sleep schedules among the other survivors by far. he doesn’t actively try to stay up so long, really! he just loses track of time

one moment he’s fiddling with electrical wires and all of a sudden the manor is quiet and the moon is hanging from its highest point in the sky

oh well, he’ll just work a little longer. that’s what he tells himself, at least. by the time he finally lifts his head again, there are morning doves cooing outside

ah... he’ll be sure to sleep tonight, then! (he will not)

it’s like he has blinders on, completely focused on whatever new project he’s thrown himself into this time around. there’s dozens upon dozens of ideas bouncing around in that head of his, and he only has mere moments to realize them before he inevitably forgets

he’ll keep going with it too if left unchecked—staying awake for days at a time until he inevitably crashes, typically somewhere in the afternoon. it’s incredibly unhealthy, he knows

getting him to rest at a normal hour is sort of like… leading a horse to water. except instead of a horse, you’re dealing with a stubborn mule that’s fully distracted by a mountain of apples in the opposite direction of the trough. forget about making him drink—he’s not following you in the first place

sometimes you have to physically drag him into bed because he keeps forgetting to come himself. “i’ll be there in a bit, love” he tells you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before zeroing back in to the contraption in his hands. “don’t wait up for me”

but you do. ‘a bit’ turns into ‘awhile’, and soon enough you’re throwing off the bedsheets in a huff

in his defense, his promise probably slipped his mind. but being the man that he is, luca still tries to coax out five more minutes from you

luca tends to sleeps in one of two positions: either flat on his back with his limbs sprawled out like a starfish, or on his stomach. the former is much better for his spine, but he swears that he falls asleep faster face down

with you, however, he’s become much more clingy. he loops his arms and legs around your limbs and torso until the two of you both become one big, tangled pile

it’s sweet, though the close contact does cause him to occasionally shock you from time to time. he snickers lazily into your skin whenever you try to complain about it, still half-asleep before he pulls you closer anyways

matthias czernin

matthias has a complicated relationship with sleep

well, it’s more of the relationship he has with the cursed marionette version of himself, but i digress

he has a nightly routine of placing the wooden puppet in a box, shoving said box in the very back of his wardrobe, and then locking it before he feels somewhat secure enough to rest. even then, he’s still tormented by reoccurring nightmares. louis can’t seem to ever leave him alone

so, more often than not, he finds himself awkwardly standing at your door in the dead of night. he doesn’t even remember getting up and walking down the hall, still stuck in a half-daze by the time you twist the knob on the other side

while it’s difficult to tell from his expression, he’s always horribly embarrassed at first. shame crawls up his spine and carves out a spot at the back of his neck the second you open the door and perceive him—oh, but you’re so sweet

his heart squeezes in his chest when you recognize him in the dark, smiling up at him with tired eyes as you silently invite him in. this little habit of his has become commonplace in your relationship. he doesn’t have to explain himself, which is something he’s exceedingly grateful for

by the time he shifts under your bedsheets, he’s already murmuring shaky ‘thank you’s into your hair. you’re still in a softer state of consciousness as he curls next to you, and the smell of cedar and string coax you back to rest not long after

one thing about matthias is that his grip is deceptively strong, even while asleep. he’s always had a bad habit of squeezing too much whenever he’s anxious—something that’s caused him to snap several marionette crossbars in his time preforming

if his hands are linked together when he’s holding you, there’s no getting out. at least, not without a lot of effort. you have to manually pry off every finger, which is a lot harder than it sounds

speaking of, there are times where a few of his twitch in his sleep, as if being pulled on by invisible strings. you can always tell when he’s having an… unpleasant dream that way. aside from that and the occasional jolt or two, he’s relatively still and easy to sleep with

most nights he’ll still be awake long after you’ve already drifted off, but that just means he gets to look at you for awhile. it grounds him, honestly—being able to comb his fingers through your hair or absentmindedly trace along your spine

he’s… a little bit of a creep depending on how you view it HDJDHJDS

he thinks you’re too kind to him. he doesn’t deserve it, but he’ll always seek it out anyways. your embrace is warm, never failing to soothe the flashes of flames that linger behind his eyes

naib subedar

honestly, it takes a long time before naib feels comfortable enough to share a bed with you. not that he doesn’t want to—he does. he’s just very aware of his… habits

life as a soldier wasn’t kind to him, and it shows through his subconscious. he frequently suffers from all-too-vivid nightmares, and in the more extreme cases, sleep terrors

there are nights where he shouts in his sleep, thrashing his arms and legs. sometimes he wakes with his hands reaching towards to a non-existent gun, his index finger itching for the trigger. it’s scary to witness and he knows it

he can’t fully settle without something on his person either. he always has his gurkha blade or some other weapon for self-defense. whether it’s under his pillow or wedged in between the mattress, he keeps it within arm’s reach

it’ll take a lot of persuasion and reassurance for him to even consider the idea of going without it. sure, he’s talented in hand-to-hand combat, but that will only get you so far if your attacker is armed

naib also insists on sleeping closest to the door. was that was your favorite side of the bed? not anymore, scoot over

you can convince him to go without his blade, but there’s no room for compromise with this one. he’s stubborn and he loves you—it’s only natural that he’ll try and protect you in whatever way that he can. sleep is one of the most vulnerable states a person can be in, after all

there’s definitely an adjustment period when the two of you first begin resting together. he wakes up incredibly easily. you shift just barely in your sleep? he’s already cracking an eye open. truthfully, he hasn’t slept near another person since his training days, back when his fellow soldiers were all piled in run-down barracks

it’s a long process, but eventually he grows accustomed to your presence. he’s still a light sleeper, but he no longer wakes as you turn over in his arms. it’s… really nice, actually. he feels as if he can actually rest with you—rest he definitely needs

he’s taken a liking to tucking his face in the crook of your neck while holding you. he drapes himself over you as he breathes you in, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat lulling his weary soul to sleep

norton campbell

light sleepers beware, this man snores

it’s not the nice, respectable ‘honk mimimi’ sort of snoring either. he’s loud. it’s to be expected given that his lungs are charred black from all the coal dust he’s inhaled over the years. have you ever heard of that one brainrot sound that goes “AAAUUUGH”? yeah, that’s him

oddly enough, he only snores when he’s flat on his back. if you flip him on his side, the noises practically stop all together

you can always tell when he’s pretending to sleep because of it. he’ll still snore (quite convincingly, honestly), not knowing about his little quirk

yet another member of the ‘impossible to escape’ club. he’s quite the heavy sleeper, so he isn’t the type to wake if you try and get up. that is, if you can in the first place

when juggling several different jobs at once, sleeping at a normal time becomes a luxury. yet another thing he couldn’t afford. he often relied on 30 minute power naps to get him through the day, finding a slightly ‘smoother’ rock to rest against or a quiet corner to slump into

unfortunately, the type of men he worked with weren’t the sort to leave a sleeping person alone without at least checking their pockets. his body has been more or less conditioned to hold on to his belongings as if his life depended on it, and old habits die hard

you can tug all you want, he’s not going to let go. he isn’t waking up either—norton absolutely sleeps like a rock (pun not intended this time). very few things are able to wake him if he doesn’t on his own

you didn’t hear this from me, but if you pinch his nose for long enough his eyes will snap open pretty quickly. though reliable, it’ll still earn you a glare and a gruff “what??” every time

he’s typically an early riser, but if the sun hasn’t yet peeked over the horizon, he’s dragging you back down into the mattress. you don’t have to get up yet, so stay with him a little longer, yeah?

[scary-day]

Newcomer

Identity V

Matador x Afab Reader Warning(s): MDNI, Against the wall

A/n: If this is ass, im sorry

The others would kill you if they found you right now.

Pinned to the wall by the newcomer, one of your hands covering your mouth while the other is gripping onto him as he thrusts up into you.

The matador had expertly maneuvered you out of a double-teamed chase against the geisha and the gamekeeper, running hand in hand with you until they'd lost track and switched to the others.

A quick thank you turned into a sudden quick fuck at the very back of eversleeping town's graveyard. Hidden away from the others.

A whine slipped past your fingers and you see the way Hernando smiled proudly. "That feels good, cariño? Better stay quiet unless you want someone to find us." He hummed, giving you a single rough thrust then going back to his normal, quick pace.

You muffle your groan as your eyes roll up in pleasure. "I'm close." You whined quietly, eyes focusing back to meet his.

Hernando grinned. His lips found the exposed skin of your neck. Kisses, licks, and small nibbles. You felt it all.

While you were distracted with his lips, your eyes widened in surprise as you let out a moan that you weren't ready to muffle. Hernando had somehow snaked his unoccupied hands down to where the two of you connect and began circling your clit. You shut your eyes as you hump his hand in desperation.

"Fuck, I'm-" You didn't have the time to finish your warning before your release coats the ground below you. Your back arched as you pressed your head against the wall, riding out your release.

Hernando had quickly pulled out in a blink of an eye, his cum joining yours on the ground. The two of you held each other for a moment longer, catching your breaths.

The sound of the last cipher machine being popped made you jump. Your mind quickly catches up to your current predicament. Hernando lets go of you slowly, fixing himself as you stand on shaky legs. "Thrilling. Thank you for the welcome, tesoro." He laughed, running away to do whatever he wanted. "See you around, yeah?" He yelled out at you. But before you could respond, he was already out of your sight.

You straighten up the wrinkles on your clothes. You hope you do see him around.

[mellowmageglitch]