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pairing: sierra six/court gentry x male reader (trans male/masc)
summary: in which sierra six has a husband, simple as, very soft
warnings: no warnings, maybe like one nsfw joke
word count: 1.4k
a/n: be nice, this is my first fic on here
You loved how unconventional he was socially speaking, if you’d put him in a room full of extroverts he’d stick out like a sore thumb. Completely out of his element and that’s how you found your way in to his life; by him being the usual mystery that he is. Sparked up a conversation with him at a bar and bam, you were completely enthralled by his short yet intriguing answers. Above all, his distinct sense of humour. It made you smile. And despite being the polar opposite of him, you managed to win him over somehow. When he wasn't "hunting down evil guys," as he put it, he had a normal married life, two years to be exact of pure domestic bliss with you. He insisted on taking more breaks and stressed the importance of not missing out on you or any other more important aspects of his life. Every time he said it, you got butterflies in your stomach.
“Do I have to wear anything special?” you looked over at him with unease in your eyes, you wanted to make a good impression.
“It’s just a dinner, y/n.” The blond man timidly smiled at you from the bed he was sitting on. Observing how much of a wreck you were trying to pick something out from your closet.
“I know! But what if your boss doesn’t like me—“ You flung your hands in the air as your back faced him and you shuffled through the mountains of clothes.
You then heard a chuckle and a heavy set of boots approaching you, your neck immediately getting goosebumps as he lazily laid his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his muscular arms all around your chest— keeping you in a lock.
“I like you, ts’ all that matters.” he mumbled, closing his eyes and swaying back and forth with you.
You scoff, a blush pooling your cheeks. “I hope so, we’re legally bound. No take backsies.”
“You’re my husband. He’ll have to swallow it.” he mumbled.
“Does he know?” you questioned, “Also, don’t say that phrase.” you blushed.
“That i’m married? yes. Why? Did I say something wrong?” he teased, tightening his grip around your hips.
“Court…I swear to god…”
—
The restaurant was fancy alright, you felt like you just entered some rich people event. Chandeliers everywhere, long staircases, it didn’t even seem like a restaurant. You finally settled on a simple tux with a bow and Court well, he wore something completely eye candy. A red suit with a white dress shirt underneath, you were trying your best not to stare but it was beginning to be impossible.
As you approached to what appeared to be a circular table, you saw a man with white hair and beard, roughly maybe in his 60s. He was sitting next to a black woman— you assumed they were both his associates or bosses? Either way, your nerves started rising and you didn’t know yet how you were going to act around them.
When you approached the table with Court at your side, he instinctively pulled a chair out for you and you immediately went red in the face but sat regardless and mumbled a shy thank you.
“You know a hello would be nice, Six.” the white haired man gazed at Court about his usual dry behavior.
The two in front of you didn’t stop staring and sported the biggest of confused faces on this planet. Court scoffed and took a seat right next to you.
“Boss.” he nodded his direction, “Boss.” he looked over at the woman.
They both nodded back with a certain level of stiffness while trying to figure you out and not looking at Court. Court of course took notice of them staring at you like statues and cleared his throat so they would shift their gaze.
“Fitzroy…” he looked at the man, “this is Y/N. Cahill… this is Y/N.” he then looked at the woman with a slight smile.
“Yes- Hi.” You stumbled over your words, stretching your arm over the table and taking their hands in for a shake.
“Y/N…nice to meet you, although i’m a bit confused not going to lie.” Fitzroy chuckled a bit.
Court shifted in his seat, scooting himself more in to the table and at your side. Placing a warm hand on your nerve ridden thigh that was under the table as some sort of emotional support, he could see how nervous you were.
“…about what?” Court said nonchalantly, raising his eyebrow at him.
“I thought you said you were going to finally bring your spouse, let her have dinner with us.” he took a sip of his wine cup on the table.
“Fitzroy…” Cahill said lowly, looking over at the unaware man with a knowing look that only screamed ‘you’re a dumbass.’.
“What?” he nervously laughed, “Why did you bring a buddy over?”
At this point you didn’t know if you wanted to run out or scream.
Court laughed for the first time, but it wasn’t a joyous laugh it was a bitter sarcastic laugh.
“You’ve been on this field for decades and you can’t tell what’s right in front of you?” Court slid his hand from your thigh all the way to your hand and brought it up the table, clasping his fingers through yours, laying it on the table and showing the man the ring that lived on your ring finger for two years now. Still, as he laid it there he didn’t let go and held on to it proudly.
“Oh-“ Fitzroy gasped, “Ohhhhhh. I’m so sorry about that, you see i’m an old timer and I easily miss modern…traditions. That’s my fault.”
“Yeah this is my husband. Not my buddy, not my friend, my husband.” Court said with sternness in his voice and fiddled with the ring on your finger.
“Honest to god, I didn’t mean to assume.” He put his hands up laughing.
All the while you couldn’t help but have the biggest cheesy smile on your face, he really just went all out without any shame. Not that he ever had any when it came to you, but it always made you swoon. Court looked over at you momentarily and sent you a sly wink before opening the menu.
“Fitzroy has nothing but bolts in his head. Shake it hard enough and you’ll hear them clashing against his skull.” Cahill said in a sarcastic tone.
You couldn’t help but lightly snort, “I wouldn’t be too harsh, im sure it was a simple mistake.” you tried to be as understanding as possible.
“I need to know something though, how do you deal with the number (Court)? How did you tame such a nonchalant machine?” Cahill continued with curiosity.
“ha. Well, I don’t think it has anything to do with me mam-“
“Don’t be silly.” Court spoke up, “It has everything to do with you, I’m like a lovesick puppy— it’s bad.”
“I always knew you were a softy on the inside. Those blue icy eyes don’t fool me.” Cahill laid back on her chair.
“Tell me about it, had to hold him while watching Lion King.” You looked over at him, he was beat red, trying to hide his face behind the menu.
“Watch it. You’re ruining my carefully built reputation of a tough guy.” He said lowly, but could tell he was smiling.
“My niece would agree, she cried during Lion King— begged me to watch it with her about 300 times.” Fitzroy finally chirped in after his embarrassment earlier.
“You have a niece?” you said with a smile.
From then on everyone got pretty relaxed and everything went smoothly, all the worries you had melted away and Court made sure of that. By either massaging your back, your thigh, publicly grasping your hand on top of the table with no care in the world. It made you beyond happy.
As you were both about to leave, split checks to pay with the other two and finally said your goodbyes, Court instinctively held your hand in his and guided you out, with no worries, no rush. No matter who was staring. You both stood outside and shivered as a cold wind hit your figure, making your teeth tremble.
“Want my suit?” he asked with worry and didn’t even wait on a response, immediately laying his red suit over your shoulders.
“All this PDA…” you mumble, turning red.
“What?” he scoffed, “I can’t love my husband in public?”
“No, it just…even after two years, it makes me feel like i’m dreaming.” you look away from his soft gaze.
He walked in front of you, wrapping his suit more tighter around you. “That’s my plan, sweetheart.”, he leaned in and pressed his soft lips against yours.
Court using toys on you when he’s exhausted from sleepless nights
You’re laying on top of him, his arms around your center as he fucks two fingers into you. His muscular torso flexes under your arched back “Mmph…fuck…Six…” you moan as he pulls his fingers out of you, spreading your juices around your clit.
He reaches over to your side drawer, pulling out your vibrator that he bought you for when he was away for work. He doesn’t turn it on yet, but he coats it in the juices soaking your clit. “Want you…” you whine out, slightly disappointed. “I know, baby, I know. Too tired tonight,” he whispers to your ear, breath sending a shiver down your spine.
You’re not complaining much longer before he turns it on, rubbing it around your clit. Your back instinctively arches with a moan before Six pushes you back into his chest. He wraps a gloved hand around your neck, pushing two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet. “Shh…sweetheart. Can’t have Fitz hear you…” You moan against his fingers, reaching over your shoulder to grab a fist full of his messy hair.
You plead for him to increase the speed as you let out muffled moans. He kisses and softly bites on your neck, soothing over the marks with his tongue, whispering soft praises into your bare skin. “Doing so good for me, princess. Just a little more, I promise,” he says before finally turning up the speed.
You try to arch your back again, but Court’s grip around your waist prevents the action. His other leather gloved hand reaches your entrance, pushing two fingers inside. The added pleasure has your eyes rolling back, head resting against Court’s shoulder as the coil in your stomach threatens to burst.
With a few more praises, “C’mon baby, almost there,” he sends you over the edge. He turns up the speed again as you ride out your climax. He has to shove his fingers deeper down your throat to muffle the loud moan you let out.
After coming back down to Earth, Court puts the toy back in the drawer before massaging your sides. “Did so well for me, princess. So good for me,” he says as he plants kisses along your jaw.
After you’ve caught your breath, he helps get you dressed in some panties and one of his many black shirts. He holds out your panties for you, your legs still trembling as you step into them, holding onto his toned shoulders for support. He changes himself, wearing black boxers and a white shirt that does nothing to hide his toned body.
He carries you back to bed, laying you down before settling beside you and throwing the blanket over the both of you, kissing your temple as he finally gets to rest.
~~~~~~~~~~~
a/n: can you tell i have a thing for gloves?🤭 anyways, this turned out way longer than expected.
a/n : I actually watched the gray man years ago for ana de armas and fell in love w court so this is technically round two of my ryan gosling obsession (also I refuse to read the books.. sorry…)
summary : some sfw and nsfw hcs about our favorite number
huge oral fixation- this one’s pretty much canon… with him and his gum/his toothpick during the first scene
not afraid to make other people uncomfortable AND make them sit in that discomfort.. god forbid he gets jealous. he’s subtle when he needs to be and he is not subtle when someone is trying to flirt w you
lots of casual pda- holds your hand in crowds, puts a hand on your thigh when you sit next to him
kisses before leaving/going anywhere are mandatory!! it doesn’t matter if he’s just going outside to take out the trash- he needs to kiss your forehead or cheek or lips to say ‘hey! I’m leaving but I’ll be back!’
gets very quiet and distant when he gets angry at you or claire. immediately backs off when claire gets mad at him and says that he’s not her dad.
is not good with apologies- will buy claire new records and leave them in her room after they fight. will do small chores for you (wake up early to make breakfast, refilling soap bottles- little things like that) after you two fight.
is surprisingly good at fixing things around the house
extremely protective. double checks locks. glares at and takes note of anyone who stares for too long.
^if something’s wrong with you or claire he just. will not sleep. mostly to look after either of you but also because he knows he’ll probably have a nightmare if he does go to sleep
not a crier. not at sad movies or books or anything. gets mad before/rather than sad.
one of his favorite things to do is sit in claire’s room with her and you- and just listen to records
also loves a movie night in (with ice cream ofc)- which is usually how afternoons on days claire has checkups/treatment go
^his go to is mint chocolate chip but he also likes bubblegum or regular chocolate
doesn’t like scary movies though (makes him nervous about claire’s heart)
one time claire fell asleep on the couch after a long movie so court carried her to bed.. then came back to see you all tired and carried you to bed too :)
he gets a tattoo for you and claire once you’re all safe n settled down somewhere quiet (I’m thinkin maybe both of your birthdays in roman numerals on the back of his upper arm above his elbows? maybe something from an inside joke between the three of you? is also down to get matching tattoos with you)
sleeps on the side closest to the door. can only fall asleep once he’s put claire to bed/knows you and her are asleep and has to be touching you (it could be just a hand on your waist or him spooning you)
keeps a knife tucked into the mattress frame of the bed and a gun in the drawer of the bedside table
has sensory issues that he does not give a fuck about. like no he does NOT like soggy fries- will he eat them if he gets them? yes obviously.
has some.. totally minor control issues (lots of issues in general)- you and claire both have trackers in your phones. will always be the one driving. prefers to make claire’s appointments/needs to know when you have something planned- even if it’s just grocery shopping.
and now some more nsfw hcs…
I’m aware that he has/had love interests in the books but virgin court is very dear to me </3
idk the fact that he was sent to jail at 15 and then recruited for the sierra program at 23?? he had no time for sex between all that and never really found a reason to go out of his way to do it
but I do think that he’s a quick learner and he is definitely not one to shy away from something new.. while he may let you take the lead at first he’s still very much in control
at first he make you show him how you like it- asks if what he’s doing feels good not because he wants the praise but because he genuinely wants to know
will get rough w you if you try him- he knows his strength! if you’re being shy and looking away he’ll grip your chin and tilt your head to him but if you’re just being a brat?? he’s squishing your cheeks with one hand and glaring down at you telling you to behave
if you’re into it he will also use his leg to lock you in place while you deepthroat or even just cockwarm him
^he’ll even fuck you in a headlock if you ask nicely
more on his oral fixation.. he needs to have his mouth on you during sex. it doesn’t matter if he’s kissing your neck, cheek, forehead, or lips- he just needs to have his mouth doing something
I JUST KNOW HES LOUD WHILE YOU GIVE HIM HEAD.
^(you can shut him up or at least get him to be quieter by stuffing your underwear in his mouth..)
idk I feel like he’d be such a pleasure dom.. loves taking care of you n making you feel good :(
I’ve recently started reading The Gray Man book series after watching the movie! I’m only on the first book but I need to get my thoughts out of my head and in to yours + I promise my next fic will be long form and not head cannons, mwah! (These turned out longer than I originally intended oops)
Pt2
Sfw
⤷ you and Court got married a few years ago, a very small ceremony, it was off the books, the last thing he wants is something to happen to you to get to him. You both have rings, he takes him off on missions but puts it back on as soon as he’s done, it’s part of his routine when he comes back, parking Sierra Six at the door and coming back to you as Court.
⤷ you live in the country side on the outskirts, you’ve had to move a few times bit this is far enough out that you rarely get disturbed. The closest town is a thirty minute drive, it’s idyllic, it’s populated by mostly elderly people who have either live there all there lives or moved a few years ago to settle down.
⤷Court will fix everything in the house. “No, you don’t need to call anyone, I’ve got it” cut to him still sat trying to fix the bathroom sink a day and a half later because this man refuses to read an instruction manual. It comes to a point where you hope things break while he’s away so you can call a professional, just so he doesn’t stress himself out over it.
⤷you guys have a dog together, he didn’t want an animal, before this you both moved around a lot due to Courts job and even now you know that you might have to up and move at the drop of a hat. Due to that you both agreed pretty early on that it just wouldn’t be reasonable, but the last house you lived in got broken in to and although you got away with only a few cuts and bruises, Court never really did feel comfortable leaving you after that, of course he always knew it was a possibility but after it happened it shook him a bit. This lead to him coming home one day with a German shepherd puppy. From the day Court brought her home she was practically attached to your hip, she is unassuming enough that she passes as a pet, but she’s knows what she’s doing, she growls at Court if he comes home too late at night and she can’t figure out that it’s him in the dark.
⤷Court actually hates driving( kind of canonical from the books) one of the few things he doesn’t like about being out in the middle of nowhere is the lack of public transport, the closest thing you have is a bus stop that’s a 20 minute walk away. The busses come three times a day and if you miss it that’s it, Court knows all to well after having to call you to come and pick him up after missing it. you pull up to him stood looking sorry for himself holding your food shop in bags that looked like they where on the verge of breaking. And don’t get it wrong, he can drive, he’s just not particularly very good at it.
⤷genuinely worships the ground you walk on, he knows how much you’ve given up for him stability, a present partner, a place to call home for more than a few years, your family and friend, someone who can say with certainty if they are going to be in the country for more than a few days at a time. But whenever he brings it up you shush him, brush his hair softly off his forehead and give him a soft kiss, you know what you signed up for with him and wouldn’t change him for the world, well maybe you would give him more days off.
nsfw
⤷I don’t think he has a whole lot of experience, he went to prison at fifteen and was recruited at twenty three. So I think he’s had a sex maybe a handful of times before you two get together.
⤷would say he would talk you through it as is the type but with his lack of experience you’re are going to be the one talking him through it at the beginning. He trusts you, the relationship you guys made was forged on trust, and trust is a huge thing for Court as he’s only ever really had a handful of people in his life he he can truly trust.
⤷is generally pretty quiet when you two are have sex, grunts and groans along with a few whispered “good girl” or a gentle “that’s it”. But when you’re giving him oral? He can’t shut up, he’s moaning, soft chants of your name along with “please” and “don’t stop”. If you had neighbours you’d be worried about noise complaints because boy is he loud.
⤷ really quite gentle and attentive during sex, he doesn’t want to hurt you, he knows his own strength. He’s expected to be rough, hard and ruthless during work but with you? He would never dream of hurting you. but if you ask very nicely he might put his big hands around your neck
⤷ extremely touchy and clingy when he gets back from being away for a long mission, wants to spend meaningful time with you, snuggle together on the sofa and go for walks, but on the other hand m, he doesn’t know when he’s going to be shipped off again and he needs to be in between your thighs and deep inside right now and preferably in that order, but honestly hes not fussy.
⤷ absolute munch btw also, spends more time between your legs than he does behind the wheel of a car. And because you guys have been together for so long he knows exactly what he’s doing, can and will stay between your thighs for hours.
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Featuring: Lars Lindstrom, Luke Glanton, Driver, Sierra Six, Ryland Grace, and Officer K
A/N: these are kind of a cross between hcs and a drabble? idk. structured headcanons. I'm new here <3
Lars Lindstrom:
he's kinda not sure what to do
you fall asleep in church of all places
he's attentively listening to the sermon, but after a while he notices that you're leaning more and more against his side
he glances over and immediately furrows his brow, the way he always does when he finds something out of place
he has half a mind to wake you up. it's his instinct, and he almost follows it
But.
he knows how hard you work. he knows, deep down, that you wouldn't ordinarily be up this early on one of your days off, but you wanted to spend time with him.
the thought makes him feel warm, and the staticky feeling of your weight against his side, dulled through his layers, is almost pleasant
without thinking, one of his fingers comes to hover over your face
he's been wanting to test out how his touch aversion responds to you for a while, but it's not exactly an easy subject to broach
well, you're here now. and you two are in the back row.
his fingertip comes to rest on the tip of your nose. your eyelids flutter, and he almost pulls back, but you don't wake up. his fingertip tingles, but it doesn't burn like usual, probably because of the small surface area and the lightness of his touch
he spends the rest of the sermon tracing the contours of your face with the featherlight pressure of one fingertip, marveling at the way your skin feels like a static shock against his
Luke Glanton:
A.K.A. The Shusher
you're in his trailer, just cuddling and enjoying each other's company. you don't mean to fall asleep, but Luke is so warm and comfortable, and you feel so relaxed and safe with your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders
he's murmuring little sweet nothings to you, quiet dreams of a future together, when he realizes that your nods and content little hums have stopped. he looks down and finds you asleep, face relaxed and breaths even
he stares down at you, wondering if he should be offended that you fell asleep and deciding that he isn't
he finds himself settling down too, content to follow your lead, when Robin opens the door to his trailer
"Hey, can--" "shh." "I just--" "shh." "What--" "shh."
Robin wants some help with one of his rare mechanic gigs
Too bad.
at least while you're asleep, Luke's not moving, and he's also not letting anyone get a word in
after Luke gives a pointed look from Robin down to your sleeping form, Robin lets out a quiet "ah" (that also gets shushed) and leaves the way he came.
Luke shushes the door when it clicks shut. he feels no shame.
Driver:
you're sitting on the couch in your apartment, your legs stretched out over Driver's lap and your head leaned back against a cushion
it's early afternoon on the weekend, and after a successful grocery shopping trip, you two are spacing out with the TV as background noise
At least you are. Driver seems somewhat invested, his head turned toward the screen while his hands absentmindedly rub over your knees, occasionally moving down to gently squeeze your calf
it's not exactly a massage, but it's relaxing nonetheless. you watch him watch TV, slowly slipping from daydreams into dozing
Driver knows the moment it happens. It wasn't something he was actively tracking, per se, but some subconscious part of him cataloged the way your breathing changed and your body relaxed
he keeps the TV on, not wanting to wake you with the sudden quiet, but he doesn't spare it another glance as he turns toward you
Watching you nap is infinitely more interesting to Driver; he doesn't have to contain his staring, and he gets to memorize the way you look when you're completely at peace
You wake up some time later, and by the time your eyelids flutter open, Driver has his attention back on the TV
one of his hands is around your ankle, thumb rubbing back and forth just under the hem of your pants, and the other is still gently kneading your calf
you feel thankful that you managed to sneak a power nap without him noticing
Sierra Six:
he's only been home for a couple days, fresh off an assignment where he had to be out of the country for a while
you two are always clingy in the first week after he gets back, unable to get enough of one another after being separated for so long
you're watching a movie after dinner, curled up against his side on the couch
in the days leading up to him getting back, as well as the days since, you've been hardly able to sleep, hardly able to distinguish your excitement from anxiety
now, breathing him in and feeling his solid warmth against you, you can finally calm down
Six isn't sure how long you've been asleep once he notices; the only thing that alerted him was that your running commentary of the movie had stopped
he's a little breathless at the sight of you curled into his side, peacefully sleeping
it's a big display of trust to fall asleep in someone's presence, and it's one he doesn't take for granted
he runs a hand through your hair, an aching fondness in his chest as he smiles down at you
his eyes do not get misty
carefully, like you're the most precious thing in the world (which you are, to him) he gets his arms under you and carries you to bed
he thinks, as he lays you down, about what a miracle it is that you feel so safe with him. he's a trained CIA operative with countless kills under his belt, probably one of the most dangerous men in the world, but you've never hesitated to be vulnerable around him
he slips into bed beside you and plants a kiss on your forehead, and he falls asleep curled protectively around you
Ryland Grace:
it's a weekday night when you find yourself at Grace's kitchen table, keeping him company while he grades a stack of quizzes
he had been very clear that you didn't have to do this, and that it would probably be very boring for you
He was right.
you're also tired from work, which doesn't help. you lay your head on his shoulder and sigh, and he absently kisses the top of your head
"I told you that you didn't have to stay," he says, circling the correct answer on a question a student got wrong.
"S'okay," you mumble. "I like being with you." You know without looking that you've made him blush. "Tough grader," you muse.
"Well, it's multiple choice. Not much wiggle room there," he chuckles, and you concede with a hum.
it's relaxing to watch him grade. his hands move with certainty, and the sound of pen against paper is nice.
when the weight on his shoulder becomes enough to break his focus, he knows that you've fallen asleep. Grace doesn't mind; you're good company even when you're asleep.
he finishes grading his papers before he wakes you up with a gentle nudge of his shoulder
he hates to do it when you seem so peaceful, but you're so pretty when you wake up that he selfishly doesn't regret it
he speaks to you softly, not wanting to break your sleepy haze, and invites you to spend the night
you end up having an impromptu sleepover, falling right back asleep once you both settle into his bed
Officer K:
it's after lunch when you shyly ask K to read to you
he raises an eyebrow at you, reminding you that you don't even like the book you're offering him, but he folds like wet paper under the sweetly pleading expression you give him
you feel a little sneaky as you settle onto the couch beside him. it's true; you don't like the book he's about to read, but you really just want to hear his voice. it's so hard to get the replicant to talk about anything for a long period of time, but you've learned that he likes to read out loud, so you use it to your full advantage to hear his low, smooth voice.
you excitedly wiggle into a comfortable spot next to him, and he exhales a laugh through his nose at your energy.
your energy doesn't last long once he starts reading. you put your head on his shoulder under the guise of following along, but his steady warmth and soothing timbre have your eyelids drooping before long.
K reaches the end of the chapter and he waits for you to prompt him to read more or switch activities, but all his ears pick up is your slow, quiet breathing. he turns his head to find his suspicions confirmed, but then he faces forward again
he's never held his body so still, but he's deathly afraid of disturbing you. he hardly even blinks or breathes.
he wants to watch you, but seeing you so soft and vulnerable makes something ache in his chest, and he feels like he's intruding.
instead, he catalogs the weight of you pressing into him, the sound of your breathing, memorizing every detail. it all feels so real, so tangible.
you wake up eventually to the feeling of K stone still beneath you, staring straight ahead. you're disturbed for a moment, but he seems to stir when you do, turning to look at you with a soft smile.
"Do you want another chapter?" he asks, slightly teasing. you nod, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.
the tips of his ears are pink when he returns to the book. you settle your head back on his shoulder. you'll listen to any boring book if it means you can stay in this peaceful bubble with K.
☾ ⋆➜ Ryland who always wants to touch you. His long, slender fingers are constantly seeking yours during those rare moments of silence when it seems like his brain is finally quiet enough for him to relax. He finds himself tracing patterns on your skin, it brings him a sense of comfort he’s not had in years. Because for Ryland, it isn’t just a desire, it feels almost… Essential. Like breathing, you’ve become a constant in his life, a reassurance that he’s worth more than what he’s been told his entire life. He hopes you know that when he’s touching you.
☾ ⋆➜ Holland who is always touching you - but with his eyes. His blue gaze never seems to cease finding you across rooms, whether crowded or not. They always seem to linger on the soft pulls of your chest as you inhale and exhale, and he finds himself memorizing the details of your body with an intensity that makes you feel both exposed and cherished when you catch him looking at you. By the time he feels the overwhelming desire to physically touch you, his hands know exactly where to go because he’d spent so much time admiring you beforehand.
☾ ⋆➜ Lars who wants to touch you, but he’s never sure how. His large mittened hand hovers near you, but always seems to pull back at the last second in self-doubt. Lars rehearses situations where it might naturally happen - reaching out for your hand, but when the moment comes, even in the cold Winter air, his palms grow sweaty and his courage falters. He thinks about it a lot, though. The trail of almost-moments - fingers that nearly brushed your cheek when he gave you his scarf, arms that almost grasped your waist when you slipped on ice.
☾ ⋆➜ Colt who always needs you to touch him. He’ll consciously angle his body towards you after a stunt, his sweat hitting your nostrils, and ultimately creating a subtle invitation for your hand to find his shoulder, up his bicep as if checking for an injury that both of you know wasn’t there. Despite his outward appearance, the blonde finds himself melting under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you bring your fingers to trace his jawline or to run through his hair after another dangerous stunt. His own hands? Useless until you’re holding them.
☾ ⋆➜ Driver who has a knack of getting you to touch him with actions. He’ll put himself just right in the driver's seat, creating perfect openings for your hand to be caressed by his, his long, gloved fingers encasing yours as he urges you to explode your grasp against his thick jean-clad thigh, the muscle shifting just a bit under your grazing. He’ll never acknowledge it, his blue gaze stays on the road, but there’s a minor tug at his lips as you move your hand upwards then back downwards without a word, feeling him tense and relax in response.
☾ ⋆➜ K who is terrified to ever touch you because doing so admits to feelings that he denies having in the first place. His hands often stay clenched at his sides or in his pockets when you’re near, almost like a self imposed prison of restraint that is juxtaposed to the turmoil you make him feel. He maintains a careful distance, but there’s still something that jolts him when you disregard boundaries and linger too close to him. He wants to brush the hair plastered to your face in the neon-kissed streets. He wants to, but he can’t bring himself to. Yet.
☾ ⋆➜ Court who grazes his touch along your body to make sure you’re still real. His fingers are somewhat calloused when they find your wrist in the dead of night, as if his first instinct was to check your pulse. You’re not just another ghost haunting him, and that’s enough. He finds himself resting his land on the small of your back. With passion, sure, but more tangled with desperation and need to anchor himself to something good in the world he found himself in. His touches are so fleeting, always questioning until he feels you and then it all becomes too real.
☾ ⋆➜ Noah who is so desperate to get you to touch him that he’s willing to do anything. He’ll perform elaborate favors without being asked just to get you to kiss his cheek, he’ll create a problem only he can solve to get you to smile at him. He’ll ‘accidentally’ fall into the lake, your instinct being to grab his arm before he falls all the way but you both ultimately end in the water, causing a string of loud laughs to burst into the air, one of his arms tangling around your waist and tugging you towards him before his lips come crashing onto yours, water-soaked.
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driver who can and will do the most petrifying, death-defying stunts and manoeuvres in a car and feel nothing but exhilaration at most, but when he’s on the back of luke’s motorcycle — even when they’re just coasting down a straight road — he feels the absolute fear of god. he needs four wheels on the ground, thank you very much, needs some sense of stability and not the helpless leaning and cloying pull of the air around him. needs a seat behind him and metal around him.
luke finds it hilarious. finds it a little too endearing. he speeds up and takes a turn a little too sharp just to feel the way driver’s clinging hold on him tightens, hands fisting into luke’s shirt, face burying against the muscle of his back, a silent plea. driver will never ask to stop. but he’ll be breathless and a little shaky when they get where they’re going, stumbling when he climbs off the bike, and when luke catches him driver’ll lean into him all too eagerly. and, well, luke can’t feel bad then.
what's the one thing you think people overlook about c!punz the most?
C!PUNZ'S MAIN MOTIVATION IS NOT MONEY !!
/rp Yes he likes money yes he's a gun for hire yes he'd do things he'd otherwise never do for a payout HE IS NOT A NICE PERSON.
However. He does have some sense of loyalty, a moral compass, personal goals WHICH COMES FIRST TO HIM. He wants to be seen as an emotionless contract killer who only wants to fill his pockets. He is not a person that shows weakness. However, he is a person and with that comes vulnerability.
He will take a secret you entrusted him with to the grave. His voice breaks when talking about Dream's torture. He shakes off the Egg's influence for a split second to mourn Tommy's death. When sees his best friend for the first time in a year scarred and broken and alive, he tells Dream he missed him.
The biggest thing people overlook about punz, the thing punz WANTS people to overlook about him, is that he has a heart.
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Hate it when people claim drunz is one sided. You're telling me Dream, the guy so desperate to be loved that he literally tried to make himself a god to achieve it, the guy who was abandoned and/or abused by almost all of his close friends, doesn't actually love the one person who adores and supports him unconditionally back? If anything Dream clings to Punz with the desperation of a dying man. The last true beacon of love in his life is not something Dream is taking for granted.
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