Punz lays on his side, meaning his favorite position would probably be spooning. He would be the big spoon because this is Punz were talking about himbo big boy.
One night he would be exhausted after stream, losing his rank again. Almost immediately after his screen went dark he would be trudging into your shared room, a small smile spreading across his face as he looked down on you half awake looking at your phone.
When you realized you smiled on your own, putting your phone down and opening your arms wide to him. Instantly he would fall onto you, his head burrowing into your chest as your hand rubbed his lower back. You could feel his breath hitting your chest as he started to calm down, all the pent up anger from his losses slowly fading away as he felt you
Soon he would want to move, his head coming off your chest to lay on the pillows behind you. Before you could register the movement Punz was moving your hips to lay against his, making you face away from him as he rested his head against your neck tickling you with a chuckle.
Any type of disagreement would be ignored by the blond, his focus solely on your warmth and breathing. Within minutes you would here small snores leaving him, the grip he had on you growing tighter as he slept.
You were stuck being his teddy bear for the night, and probably every night until he got his rank again.
I messaged you my voting for Foolish proof :) I would like a cc!punz x afab!reader smut with some praise about how reader is “such a good slut” or “my perfect girl taking me so well”.
Maybe the power went out in Punz and reader’s apartment and it’s rainy, Punz and Reader build a pillow blanket fort of sorts (in this world Punz has a damn couch XD) and then things get spicy inside.
Pairing(s): Punz x afab!reader
Warning(s): SMUT (MINORS DNI), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, praise galore, lots of nicknames, literally so many nicknames (baby, princess, sweetheart, slut, perfect girl, honey), so much fluff
A/N: Okay- this might be my favorite fic I've ever written. It's just so soft and sweet and cute! Agh I'm in love with it. I hope you like it as much as I do :) Also hurray to me getting back in the swing of things with fics, school is still stressful but I feel a lot better about it as of now :) Also also hurray I actually finished a fic before 4 am :D Anyways, yeah, enjoy!
“Punz?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m bored.” You muttered into the silence of the room. You and Punz were laying on your bed, holding hands as you stared up at the ceiling. The power had been out for about… oh. Only 3 minutes. Damn this rain.
“Me too.” You both turned to look at each other, a smile forming on your faces as you gazed at each other. God, he’s so pretty.
Your smile morphed into a smirk as an idea popped into your head.
“What? What is it?”
“Let’s make a pillow fort!” You grinned, very pleased with your suggestion, already making your way to your feet and tugging him up as well.
“Fine, only because I know you need supervision.” He teased, letting you pull him into the living room.
“Yeah right. You wanna build a pillow fort just as bad as I do.” You nudged him with your elbow, his smirk fading into a soft smile that told you all you needed to know. You ran around the house, gathering all the blankets and pillows you could, pilling them on the floor in front of the couch. Now having moved in with Punz, you were sure to get the boy some damn furniture. So you had Punz move the coffee table out of the way before getting to work.
You didn’t realize how difficult this would be. If anything you thought it’d be easier with Punz here to lend a helping hand. What you didn’t anticipate, however, was that Punz would get distracted so easily, resulting in way too many pillow fights. Oh who are you kidding, there’s no such thing as too many pillow fights.
Giggles echoed throughout the house as you ran away from Punz who was chasing you, pillow in hand. “Get back here!” He laughed.
“Never!” You giggled, ending up running into a corner, only a table between you and Punz.
“You ran yourself into a corner. All according to plan.” Punz smirked.
“According to plan, my ass.” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. You scramble to think of an out and the best you can come up with is throwing your pillow at him and trying to run past him. You squeal as he grabs your waist and picks you up before you can sneak past him.
“Gotcha! Told you, all according to plan.” He smirked in that beautiful way he does whenever he wins. He leaned up and kissed you. A kiss you’re more than happy to reciprocate, hands holding the sides of his face. A giggle escapes you again and pretty soon you’re both giggling into the kisses.
Finally he sets you back down after walking the two of you back to your unfinished fort. “Okay, let’s actually finish this thing now. Without any more interruptions.” You shot him a look to which he held up his hands.
“Fine, no more interruptions. But no promises for when you finish.” He smirked, laughing when you rolled your eyes playfully and went back to finishing up the fort.
When the fort is done, you’re eager to climb inside, poking your head back out to beckon Punz inside. And soon you’re both sitting in the pillow fort, admiring your shoddy craftsmanship. “Wow. Looks just as shitty as I thought it would- ow!” Punz chuckled when you elbowed him.
“Not like you were much help. I’d like to see you do better.” You challenged.
“Of course I could, but why would I when I’m already sitting in the loveliest pillow fort ever?”
“Oh so now it’s lovely?” You asked as he leaned in closer.
“It was always lovely.” He muttered against your lips. His hands roamed your body as he shifted, gently leaning you back and hovering over you. His lips made their way down your neck as his hands reached under your shirt, caressing your sides lovingly.
“Punz..” You breathed out, one hand carding through his blonde locks.
“Just relax, baby. M’gonna take care of you.” He whispered against your skin, slipping your shirt over your head. His lips trailed down your collarbones, achingly slow for your liking but he wouldn’t let up. His kisses seemed to reach every part of you, appreciating every inch of skin they touched. Finally he took one of your nipples in his mouth, hot tongue swirling around the bud while his fingers toyed with the other.
A gasp tumbled past your lips, hips bucking up in an attempt to seek any sort of relief.
Instead of giving in, he continued on his journey of worship, mouth and hand switching places, giving your nipples equal attention. Once he felt they had been given the proper amount of attention, he trailed his kisses down your stomach, pressing a teasing kiss to each of your hips.
“Punz,” You whined, “Don’t tease me.” You huffed, eliciting a chuckle from the man.
“Sorry, honey, I just couldn’t help myself.” He smiled, helping you out of your shorts and underwear, exposing your wet folds to the cool air. He continued placing his kisses down your hips and onto your thighs, sprinkling in a couple of nips and hickeys to the inside of your thighs, oh so close to where you needed him most, but not quite there.
You squirmed, making him chuckle again. He finally lowered his mouth down to your pussy, gently blowing on your clit. You whined loudly, hips bucking, hole clenching around nothing.
“Please just do something. Please, Punz.” You pleaded desperately, his laugh sending a buzz to your core once more.
“But I have been doing something, sweetheart. Afraid you’re gonna have to be a little more specific.” He teased, lifting your legs to sit on his shoulders, but keeping you still, awaiting an answer.
“I- You know what I mean-” Your eyes welled with tears of frustration, trying to push your hips to his face, only to be denied. “Just eat me out already. Please.”
“Of course, princess.” He concedes, lowering his face onto your pussy, tongue alternating between lapping at your folds and circling your clit.
Your thighs instinctually clench, being held in place by Punz’s hands. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as you moan out in pleasure.
“Doin’ so good. My pretty baby.” He mumbled against your pussy, one hand moving to push two fingers into your hole. He pumps them in and out, smirking against your clit, feeling your pussy eagerly suck them in. “Such a good little slut, aren’t you?”
You whine loudly, nodding your head as your fingers tug on his hair, making him groan into your pussy. “Punz,” You pant, “More please- faster-”
He slips in a third finger, just like you ask, speeding up his hand which has you moaning like a slut above him.
“I’m- I’m close-” You moan. “Can I cum? Can I please cum, Punz? I’ve been so good. Please?” You ramble desperately.
“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess on my fingers.” He mutters, going right back to sucking on your clit as you clench around his fingers. He helps you through your high before cleaning you up with his tongue, making sure to lick his fingers clean. He moves back up to hover above you, capturing your mouth with his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
Meanwhile, his hand busies itself with pulling down his pants and boxers. He pulls away from the kiss to tug his shirt off his head, before giving himself a couple pumps. His cock is flushed such a pretty red, the tip weeping, begging to be in your mouth. But that would have to wait for another day, as Punz is lining up his cock to your entrance.
“Ready, baby?” He asks, chuckling when you nod eagerly. “Use your words, princess.”
“M’ready.” You mumble, impatient for him to stretch you out. And stretch you out he does. You both moan as he pushes in.
“God, so wet. So tight, baby.” He whispers in your ear, pressing a few kisses just below. He allows you a few moments to adjust, quick to begin thrusting as soon as you give him the go ahead.
His thrusts are slow and deep, savoring every brush of your walls around his cock. His mouth occupies itself with marking up your neck.
You whine and whimper at his deep thrusts, the head of his cock just perfectly grazing your sweet spot. “God, Punz. You feel so good.”
“My perfect girl, taking me so well. So good for me.” He pants, moving his head back up to kiss you once more. He groans against your lips, hips speeding up but still hitting just as deep. “You drive me crazy, baby. Make me feel so good.” He moans, feeling your walls clench around him. “You gettin’ close, honey? Come on, baby, cream all over my cock. Let go for me.”
And just like that, you have his hips stuttering as your walls flutter around his cock, sending him hurtling towards his own orgasm. His thrusts slow as your pussy milks him of all of his cum. He leans his head against your shoulder, panting softly.
After a few moments, he gently pulls out and kisses your cheek with a small mumble about being right back. He climbs back into the fort with a damp washcloth and a water bottle, immediately going to clean you up, handing you the water. He tosses the washcloth aside when he’s done, laying in the spot besides you and pulling you into his arms.
You melt into his embrace, a content smile on your face as he kisses the top of your head.
“You know, I think the pillow fort was a good idea after all.” He teased.
genre: headcannons
wordcount: 0.2K
pairing: c!Punz x gn!reader
pronouns: you/yours
other: in game!au, established relationship, gender neutral, he/they Punz
warnings: talk of killing, mention of blood
summary: Punz having an s/o that's a mercenary like him
thorn's notes: originally posted 30/Oct/2022; edited
↳ these are all my own opinions, so don't get upset if you don't agree with anything I write
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⏤ ✦ even though he knows you can take care of yourself, he can't help but feel protective of you.
⏤ ✦ the two of you met when you were both hired for the same mission by opposing handlers.
⏤ ✦ you were infamous for being subtly ruthless, always getting your jobs done quietly and effectively.
⏤ ✦ whenever you do anything particularly bloody, he always finds it really attractive.
⏤ ✦ there was one job were you and Punz were hired as a part of a 'team' and your role was to be the honeypot, the bait. when Punz found out, they were extremely angry and raged to your employer about how your skill set surpassed that of being bait (and then later mumbling grumpily to you about how it was too dangerous for you to be so out in the open).
⏤ ✦ on miracle days where both you and Punz are free, you have calm, mostly stay-at-home dates where you can both just relax and enjoy each others company. their love language is quality time and gift giving.
⏤ ✦ there is a mutual competitiveness as to who earns more/who gets higher paying jobs, who gets a job done faster, etc.
⏤ ✦ sparing with each other is always interesting and it's an unwritten rule that neither of you hold back. ever.
⏤ ✦ another unwritten rule is that whoever loses in sparring has to do all the foraging work for the rest of the week. this includes doing things such as; crafting, mining, enchanting, mending, farming, hunting, and so on.
⏤ ✦ Punz loves seeing you all soft, especially when compared to the tough exterior you put up for work. he love it when you two just relax together.
⏤ ✦ moving in together definitely happened really quickly in the relationship.
⏤ ✦ depending on who's in what mood, big spoon and little spoon will change accordingly when cuddling.
Scenario one and dialogue seventeen for Punz please?
Punz had come home to visit you and your family for the holidays and the weather had been unforgiving the entire time. He had planned to leave just before Christmas so he could head home and see his family for the holiday but the weather insisted on a snowstorm two days before.
You wake up in Punz’s warm embrace, your eyes cracking open to look at the stream of lighting cascading the room in a halo. You strain your eyes to look out and see the snow coming down in thick flurries. A soft smile rests on your lips and you let out a sigh when Punz’s arm tightens around your waist, his head pushing into your back.
“G’morning,” you murmur and Punz hums against you.
“Morning pretty girl,” he responds and your heart flutters in your chest.
You and Punz stay in bed for a little bit, discussing the possibility of him leaving for home today but a check in on the weather tells you there is no chance of even leaving your apartment with how much it snowed and is still snowing. It was full blizzard mode, you and Punz were officially snowed in.
“Want some hot chocolate?” Punz asks after a quiet bit, your boyfriend sitting up to look at you and you nod shyly.
“Be right back,” he tells you, pecking your lips before getting out of bed.
When Punz is out of the room, you sit up further and lean against the headboard and check your phone as he makes the drinks. He comes back a few minutes later, two huge mugs in his hands. He carefully climbs into bed again, handing you a mug before snuggling back into your side and you sigh, feeling whole again.
“I love you,” you say, turning and pressing a kiss to his cheek and Punz grins.
can we get some dad!punz with his newborn :) (if u can and want too!!)
cw: Punz’s real name
(dad!punz x mom!reader)
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You and Luke were laying on your bed, watching a random show he decided to put on. Your new baby girl was in the next room over, supposedly down for the night. It had been two days since you came home from the hospital, you were still adjusting to being a family of three.
Your head was positioned on Luke’s arm, his focus on the television. As you started to drift off, you heard the cries start from the baby monitor. You looked up at your husband with a pout, feeling bad for your baby.
“I’ll get her love, go to sleep.” He said softly, kissing your head. He got up and softly padded into the nursery, leaving you to listen to the baby monitor.
“Baby girl.. what’s wrong?” He cooed, picking her up out of the crib.
Her cries continued as Luke patted her back, bouncing her in his arms. She was clearly very upset about something, maybe a nightmare or a tummy ache.
You were just about to get up when you heard Luke’s voice start to sing, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..”
His voice was raspy and obviously not one of a professional singer, but his daughter seemed to appreciate it. You laid your head into your pillow, listening to the love of your life sing.
“You make me happy when skies are gray.” You heard the soft noise of him pacing around the room as he calmed the little girl. Her cries were still loud enough for you to make out.
“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” He finished as the cries silenced. You could only imagine the smile your daughter was giving him in this moment.
