#punk x reader

Bottom male reader perhaps meeting Alessio at a club or party and being smitten with him and decides to have a one night stand with him

Also is it ok if I am 🖍️anon? (Pronounced like craynon)

˖⁺. “ pretty party boy ! ” : 

﹙ top punkgoth mercenary x bttm male reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

 . . . verse 781 alessio x male reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ punkgoth ˖ mercenary ˖ immortal inhuman  ﹚ 

you found the flirtatious hunk at the club rather cute - and it seems like the both of you can't keep your hands off of each other. might as well head over and get into his pants, right?

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ one night stand ˖ penetrative sex ˖ fingering ˖ size difference ˖ degradation ˖ rough sex ˖ spit ˖ creampie ˖ alcohol consumption ˖ club scenes | wc : 1.6k

﹙ receipts ﹚: oh I had wayyy too much fun with this and yes ! welcome 🖍️<3

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Parties seemed to be his scene. Even moreso when he's got a pretty lil' thing like you grinding up on him on the dance floor. He barely knew your name but he sure as hell knew the taste of your lips. Fuck. You were fun to kiss.

He found that out especially so when you stumbled with him through the hazes of booze and bright lights. His hands were all over you from the crowd to the bar. He bought you a drink, then two. Let you pipe on about how you're so happy you can unwind after exam week. He finds out you're a student at his uni. Well ain't that convenient?

"Mechanical huh?"

"Yup! First year."

"Well if you need a tutor," his lips smile into the rim of his glass. Glossy emerald eyes flicker over in time for you giggle. Your hand shoves at his arm. Electric. Your touch, your eyes. Everything about you.

So eager too. You just slipped off of his lap after another steamy makeout. Did you even remember his name? "You offerrin' me something, 'essio?" Seems you do. He quite likes it on your tongue.

His hand falls back to your thigh, just as greedy. A calloused thumb strokes along the fabric of your pants. If he could he'd dig in here and now. You'd love the feel of his silver rings clamped round your thighs as he split your pretty little hole open. "Maybe I am. It working?"

What a charmer. His words couple with a grin and a wink. Dangerous. That's the only way to describe. But like most forbidden things, the man donned in silver and black drips with allure.

You are no saint. Indulge, why don't you?

What else were you to do? Pass up on a guy who's so evidently packing something in his ripped black jeans? No way in hell. You snatched him up the second you could. A second make-out, then a third. All the way back to your apartment.

The door shut and the next second he shows you his strength. Wraps large hands round your thighs and hoists you up. Shoves you back into the wall just as his tongue does your mouth. Chills wash over you as a silver piercing graces your pink muscle so graciously. How friendly.

he may be a punk, but he was your punk, so while you lecture him about fighting with those jocks, you can't help but laugh when he says they stupid, they fight all the time, if you we're them you would have made peace already.

But atlas, your boyfriend can't help himself and keeps whining when you press the cotten ball against his face.

'Babe, that stings, be gentle'.

You can't help the scoff that comes out.

'Like you fighting isn't any better'.

But the wounded but proud look on his face says it all, his lip big and busted, his liner messed up, ruined, but he's like that.

You couldn't have it any other way, he was yours and you were his.

He chuckled, saying you looked lost, you may have dozed off, but who is he to say anything.

You press the ball hard onto his lip, he yelps, you smile, but it's worth it, a little revenge is better then none.

˖⁺. “ right here, baby ? ” : 

﹙ various boyfriends x inexperienced fem reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 781 alessio, herrera husbands x fem reader !! 🍓 : ﹙ alessio: mercenary ˖ immortal ˖ punkgoth character ˖ jingyi: mad doctor ˖ snake monster ˖ yandere character ˖ rishen: mad scientist ˖ spider-moth-mantis monster ˖ yandere character ﹚

you're still getting used to this type of thing. what happens when your lover finds his inexeperienced darling's sweetspot?

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ inexperienced reader ˖ fingering ˖ overstim ˖ multiple orgasms ˖ some mocking | wc : 1.2k 

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﹙ Alessio 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : Oh the grin that splits his lips is far from innocent. Unlike you, his poor querida hiccupping your spluttered confusions. “F-Felt so good - Ale - Alessio what was - ah!”

The pads of his fingers push into the spongey flesh. Massaging rapidly in tight, taut circles that cross your eyes at the centre and have you bucking up into his large hand. What the perfect opportunity for him to shove the heel of his palm against your swollen clit and grind down at you.

A pretty girl squirming on his sofa. What more could he possibly ask for?

“Oh? This spot, querida? Right here?” He withdraws and fucks back in to the knuckle. Knocking against the bundle before repeating the motion like a sadistic mantra. “Here? Right here baby? That feel good?”

Fat tears roll down your face and you fist the black throw cushion. Your throat bobs with your soft whines and cries. The overwhelm has you instinctively attempting to squirm up — but Alessio’s large hand claps down on your thigh. Squeezes at the plush flesh. Yanks you down with a small narrow of his emerald eyes.

“Now now. That’s not how we accept a gift. C’mon baby. You can take it - hold tight.” Your pussy squelches and slathers his two long fingers that fuck into you ruthlessly. Hitting bullseye every time as he twists and angles his wrist. Making sure you feel him like a piston.

White clouds your vision and your gasp out through heated lungs. He’s brought you to orgasm before, but this was something else. All consuming as you grip at his shoulders and sob through the hit of release. You’ve stained his hand in sticky slick and he grins.

“Messy girl.” A sloppy slap to your trembling cunt as he yanks his fingers out. Then another firm one to your clit. So that you scrunch your face and whine up at him. If only to choke and cry once he’s finger-fucking you again. Not once leaving that spot. As if addiction itself controlled his hand.

“Since you like it sooo much lemme show you how it really feels.” His thumb digs into your clit once more and rubs quickly. All while he grins down at you. “Poor thing. Just feels soooo good here. Right?”

꒰  mercenary ˖ immortal ˖ punkgoth character  ꒱

˖⁺. ﹙ enigmatic mercenary x fem reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . .such a good pussy, so wet f'me !! 🍒 : alessio:  antihero ˖ mercenary ˖ enigma character character﹙ verse 781 alessio. ﹚ 

being put into a headlock by your mercenary boyfriend after a long day doesn't at all seem like a bad thing

cw: rough fucking, headlock, creampie, boneprone, biting, lotsa praise <3

Oh he'd help you relax alright. It doesn't help that he's sooo big too. You'd be more that flushed into the bed. He'd hold you prone so easily. Pelvis and hips smushed into your ass with every shallow hump.

His bicep flexes around your throat while you gulp. You can hardly care for the sweet lack of air when he's stuffing you full. He's not just big in his height or in the arm that holds you snug — it's in his dick too. Straining your walls as he fills you up. Barely leaves your poor cunt as he ruts away.

Ever wet slap of his balls into your pussy sends wet strands all around. Squirts of slick and sloshes of cream strung in a perfect ring around his base. And his words? He's always been so degrading.

"Pretty pussy's so loud baby. She's cryin ' - hah - you hear her? She must miss me. Pobrecita. . ."

All rasped to your ear. Near-gentle rather than the harshness you're accustomed to when he's fucking your cervix. He'll tender in voice. Help you relax. All while his dick makes you go limp with every feral pound. It's just what you need after a long week. Eyes crossed at the centre. Head slumped into his arm you use for a pillow. Drooling all over his sheets.

His lips kiss around your jaw then return to your ear. His free arm snakes around to stuff two fingers between your folds. Rub tight circles on your clit so that you whine and bite down on his bicep. " 'essssioo-!"

He's grinning at your slur. Your clit's at the mercy of his flicks and pinches. "Tha's it hermoossaaaa aww baby there we go - that's it. Lose yourself. Lose your fuckin' mind."

He withdraws from your sticky walls as far as possible just so he can ram back in. Again - and again - until your eyes fine the ceiling. Your pussy flutters and grips at him. He grunts out a whine into your ear as his hips stutter into yours as you squeeze out another orgasm.

Who's counting? He's too concerned with taking you there again. The arm looped round you raises your hips so that he can fuck rapid at an angle. Harder. Faster. Until you're hiccuping a pathetic - "A-Ale - Alessssii - fuck - I'm c- "

"Yeah you are pretty girl. Yeah you fucking are."

You squirt on him in less than seconds again. Limp on his arm and cry so sweetly as he joins. Splatters your gummy walls in his thick, creamy cum that has you poking your tongue out and drooling even more. He stutters a chuckle through his heavy pants.

With strong arms he holds you close as he pumps a few more times before stilling to a stop. "So good for me querida. . ." Kisses to your heated face. "I got you, I got you. . . theerree we go."

His arms are your permanent home for the night. He'll bathe you, scoop you up in a fluffy towel and snuggle you in his shirt. Cuddle up with his large body encasing yours in a spoon with a remote in hand. Mumbling to your droopy-eyed self all the praised you need. With a large hand cupped at the back of your head and resting it against his chest. So gentle, just for you.

(Top male reader)

I know Pasquale just dropped but he is literally soso … Thinking about him losing a bet against reader, who is a rival racer, or whatever you want because I don’t mind, and this results in messy sex??

˖⁺. ﹙ inhuman racer rival x top male racer rival reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . you're a fucking coward !! 🍒 :  illegal racer ˖ kinetic energy manipulator ˖ inhuman ˖ punk﹙verse 781 pasquale. ﹚

you're one of his rivals in racing and you just won the race and gods, he resents you like the pest, seems his body have different reactions though,

cw: insults to pasquale's name/mom, usage of the word boytoy, these two definetely are not normal about one another, threatening here and there if you squint, cum, anal, rough fucking, degredation, handjob, messy sex

Cheers roar across the crowd.

But not for the usual winner of the races that attend each and every time one was arranged.

Pasquale stood a few feet away from you, arms crossed and jaw clenched. His teeth ground into one another like their life depended on it. While eyes bore into the back of your head.

He'd always pledged loyal to fair races, yet something about you winning made something inside of his gut rot like it never had before.

Oh he hated you. Hated the stupid smile on your face, the hooded eyes that moved to gaze at him from afar and the little shrug sent his way was almost enough to make him walk over and start a fight with you.

But what would it matter in the end? You won, and it was a fair race. He didn't appreciate it though. It was a close race between you, Satyan and him. He got in 2nd, while Satyan ended up being third. Having left the celebration already.

'doesn't blame him with all of your awful boasting.' the racer thinks to himself. Judging you from afar the same you had before the race. Spitting into his face you'd win with the insufferable amount of confidence you seemed to have in yourself

"Yeah, was a close race and all." Your loud laughter twists at the angry coil in his stomach, his eyes turning to look somewhere else, until he hears the next sentence you spout from the filthy tongue in your mouth.

"Turns out Moretti's engines just weren't suited good enough for this one against mine."

With no time spent, the man's attention turns straight back to you. Vision snapping over to glare into the pair of eyes that guide the rest of the crowd's gazes over at him.

"You're real smart-mouthed." He huffs, tilting his head. Some of his supporters and own crowds gathering behind him, glaring back at the traitors that left for you and continue to cheer. Ah of course, the supports of winners. Never the loyal ones are they?

Jump, shift, walking across the street. You make your way over ot him swiftly and with a smug smirk, stopping halfway and looking around at all of the car lights lighting up the place. Taking in the excitement of the crowd, the sound of loud music blasting.

"Yeah? What about it?" You snicker. Hands haphazardly thrown into the pockets of your leather jacket. "Mama's boy was always the quick fused one no? Town whore's son and all"

Perhaps it's the rivalry, or stupidtity. None are certain for sure. But you hit the soft spots on purpose, all for what? You're not slipping away or out of this one as smoothly as you did back on the lane.

Some surrounding expected a punch, the throw of an arm, a headlock or a sprint towards you. Yet the man remained where he had been standing this whole time. An eyebrow quirked. Old insults never hit as well as newer ones.

"If you want to talk shit about my mom." He starts and flicks a piece of dirt off of his shoulder. As the other hand adjusts the red tinted round glasses covering his eyes. "Then do it in front of my face, in private. Vigliacco del cazzo." ( Fucking coward )

Silence befalls the surrounding circle of crowds, as well as you. It seems the response wasn't as fun to throw pointless insults back at him.

"Yeah, thas' what I thought." He snorts, slow in his steps as he makes his way over to you, walking and talking.

"Loud when a crowd is around, but the second we'd be alone in a room. Would you say the same?"

You quirk your eyebrow at his words. The countless of talks that spread across the usually serene italian town, of Pasquale Agresta Morretti being strong and gladly taking a good punch if he had to, were never jokes.

What would you care, it'd feed into his adrenaline addiction. Spouting a few more boasts and insults would surely start something.

Start heated kisses when he pulled you into his car to speed the both of you home.

Start your hands gripping and trailing down his body, grunting against his lips while grinding your hard bulge down against his.

"You're fucking pathetic." He bites at you. Yanking at your hair while you jerk him off, only to earn a loud groan when you yank at his leaking dick and pump a good few shallow thrusts onto it with your hand.

How can you not laugh at the jab?

You're the pathetic one? Are you the one who's getting jerked off against your bed. Pinned and helpless below him?

"Degrading yourself? That's adorable." You grit through your teeth, collecting slick and pre from his drooling tip for an easier entrance. Not that he'd be hard to get into. His body was opening for you like you'd never seen. Pretty ass fluttering for you and dick spewing like you were the most welcome sight on this earth.

Swiftly yanking his hair backwards. His head tilts back, throat emitting a mix between a grunt and a groan.

"That's my job though. You fucking town pass-about boytoy." You grunt into his ear, when your dick slams inside of him and starts fucking away.

His eyes widen, body jolting at the gasp he let out followed by the sensations of your hard dick fucking him out.

"S- Fuck-" Whiny noises spill in quick succession like the pace of your hips, smacking you ballsdeep each time to make the symphony of your skin a little louder.

So what if you wake some of the people in his house up. You won against him in the race, you get to fuck him however you like with his bratty attitude.

With your hand slapped across his mouth to prevent him from throwing his petty insults at you. The angle shifts and before he knows it he is getting fucked missionary, dick slapping against his abdomen and spilling cum, while yours works magic and thrusts into each nerve that sends him seeing stars.

"Fw-mnhgh nhgh!" Small noises of what'd remind you of distress become loud moans in your hand in one second after the other as he orgasms.

Already? Can't even hold it in for a little longer? Isn't that sweet. That gives you more things to bully him about next time you see each other. You know he gets the thrill out of it. And if you can get the satisfaction of riling him up all over again. You've your race yet again, haven't you?

Sure you like winning over him in a lot of stuff, but this?

Oh this is fucking heaven.

"Gonna fuck you until you've soaked your fucking bedsheets. You'd like that wouldn't you pretty boy."

His brows furrow at your comment, hips bucking upwards and back arching. He hates that you're turning him on like you're the switch to a light.

Poems have been written about it. His fantasies filling them up just as you are now, creaming his insides with hot ropes of cum when he squeezes down on you with purpose to see you falter just a little bit.

And you do, the unexpected pleasure hitting you like a truck. Mouth fallen wide open as joined by your eyes.

"F-Fuck fucking hell pasquale—"

Instinctively your hand reaches down for his dick. The one that had previously covered his mouth now fucking away at the throbbing cock.

"Y-You ah~! Look 'o f—fucking pathe-tic!" He manages and grins.

"Yeah, you take this as your little consolation price for not winning, huh?"

"S-Shut thefuck u-u-up- anghh!!!"

Without a doubt, if you weren't sure before you are now. This man is about to get ploughed so bad and you're feeding into his adrenaline addiction. The night is long ahead, but it doesn't seem like neither of you will be stopping.

⌗ mercenary ⋆ inhuman ⋆ punk oc ⧼ .　⁺ 　🍒៹　after several long missions, you & alessio have some fun in the car ⧽

Sex smells up the backseat of a car parked outside of an empty 24/7 grocery store parking lot, sloppy kisses, chuckles and feverish claps of skin against skin keeps away any silence that that dares to penetrate from the outside.

The windows of your car long since fogged from the throes of passion. Wiped away as Alessio's hand slams against the cold surface. You keep warning him about not doing it too hard. It wouldn't be the first time he's made a few cracks in the glass.

Force builds as his hips chase another of your orgasms. Your walls squeeze around him sending the emerald eyed man into the night sky above as if to place him among the stars. Forever circulating your orbit.

"Fuck—" The gasp rills out of your throat. Hands instinctively move to your boyfriend's black locks of hair, holding on for dear life as you feel your stomach flip to make space for the bliss that comes knocking on that metaphorical door that welcomes your orgasm more than happily.

As if bliss hadn't just visited 5 minutes ago.

"Fuck, Oh my- gn-god, Alessssi—oh!"

"When you say my name like that- Yeah come on-" A swift hand impacts the sensitive flesh of your thigh as you pull harder on the roots of his hair. While a groan rumbles against your throat, lips grazing the expanse, moving aside to sink into the crook of your neck.

Airy, messy chuckles tickle your ears, as you feel that familiar rush of Alessio's climax. What's it now? the 6th? the 8th? Whatever, your bodies are tingling and clinging onto each other like it was your last night alive. "Gonna fuck a baby into you at this point huh? Dioos. You feel so good."

"Alessio— Al— querido. mh- up, just- yeeeeees!"

"Shoulda cancelled that job last night, would've had this pussy over any jobs in the underground."

Your whines are just as scattered as the apples in the trunk, spilling out the bags that were thrown into the expanse with little care. You're so beautiful, face red and eyes shining from the bliss and tears. He's never been a poet but he's a songwriter.

The kind of magic that happens when the two of you are together is something entirely otherworldly. Every time you come it's like prismatic shards meeting the sunlight and projecting thousands of stars onto him.

"Missed you," your hiccups swirl another round of seed into your womb. Hips stuttering mutually.

"Missed you too amor."

It always makes you laugh in the aftermath of your long sessions. When Alessio has you in a nasty mating press, thrusting into you like a feral dog, biting each other and spanking. Even there you find your little soft moments.

This was supposed to be a small shopping detour for dinner. You just couldn't hold back on the sex jokes or your typical innuendoes. Poor Alessio and his already raging sex drive hadn't had time to have a moment this week with neither Rishen, You or Talisen. That's how busy it'd been.

A few quick sloppy jerk offs wasn't enough. Then you're there, driving his mind to shards of shattered glass joking about the two of you doing it again in the back of the car.

His vision goes white when you angle your hips while he's lost in his own mind. Squeeze so tight and just enough for him to almost collapse onto you and start rutting mindlessly. Emeralds blink away the blur of tears and peer below at the mess he's made of you below.

"You ain't even thinking clear anymore are you?" He gasps, squeezing your hips gently. Forehead resting against the handle to the car door.

You draw back the air you'd lost, half passed out and ears ringing. Hands shifted to his shoulders, squeezing back as an affirmation. "Think you've had enough."

The car goes quiet.

"How about round 11?" You slur out.

"Normally I'd accept but you're gonna need some time to come back." He chuckles.

"Ain't fair!"

"Let's get some food amor. Then I'll have my dessert at home."

I kinda don’t understand the new preorder system but I’m going to try.. I haven’t been on this page for a while, but I have to do my duty as a gay Alessio fan 😍 May I get a tiramisu? (Yet again.)

[TOP AMAB READER]

Imagine a golden boy reader, who seems like he’s so innocent . Until his friend— who is literally the opposite, Alessio brings up the topic of sex. Reader talks about erotic things, and you know where that ends. (Wink wink)

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🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : tiramisu !! . . . immortal ⊹ top amab reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 781 ꮽ  alessio arias

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a cocky, comedic and charismatic mercenary. immortal and inhuman, punkgoth

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... upon discovery, alessio realizes just how much of a dirty talker you are, after having for the longest time thought you were more on the innocent side of things. but you always find new ways to surprise him, don't you?⊹ cw ٬٬ dirty-talking . smut . p in a ( alessio receiving ) . drooling . cumming . whiny alessio .

"Oh how I love archers. . . "

"Like . . . bow and arrow?"

Alessio drew his gaze over to your chattering form. How easily you found it to blend into these sorts of conversations that your friend group brought up. While he was well aware what the topic centred around, the merc's playfulness shone through in his glare.

The last thing he expected was your side glance that shot him an elevator look before your smiled. Slyness curled on the corners.

"Wouldn't you like to find out, pretty boy?"

Please. Did you think he'd just let you take control?

. . . Well you certainly didn't back down. Alessio wasn't ready for the fight you put up nor how you, eventually - regrettably - forced him down. Years of training, years of taking lead, and you had him right in your clutches.

So, here he was. Clawing on your strewn sheets and making a name for himself to your neighbours. Every pound of your hips sent ripples through his ass and a wet slap! that embarrassed him more than the way your gaze fixed on him.

As if he were everything. The sun, moon and stars — yet nothing at the same time. A slut who took your cock even when he stretched and clenched so tightly.

"There we go, now you got the idea." You huffed a laugh, hand caressing down his side as you cracked his thighs further open with the other. Your hips picked a crescendo that left him gasping, near-teary as his head of messy dark hair rolled back.

"Fuck - amorcito -"

You never knew he could whine like that. Eagerly, you reached for his cock. Palmed around the throbbing flesh and swirled your thumb on his tip in a tantalising circle. All while your thrusts abruptly shallowed. Hardened. Until his back left the bed and took a curve instead.

Another laugh bubbled from your throat and you quickly caught the slope. Two fingers traced along his spine as you crooked over him.

"That's it. See? Told ya I love m'good lil' archers." Your lips fell to his drooling ones. Consuming him for all he's worth as your thrusts took a tempo that had him clenching up once more. Only a few seconds later, he bubbled out another release with a pathetic moan into your mouth.

But oh, you weren't stopping there. Not until you got his spine a bit more sore. Not until you got your point across — that this supposed 'deliquent' was such a whore for his 'innocent' friend.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 781 ꮽ  alessio arias

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕cocky, comedic and charismatic mercenary. immortal and inhuman, punkgoth

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... during a mission, alessio inhales a sort of aphrodisiac fume as you take down the last few scientists you were tasked to kill. home is too far, and a quick blowjob is too little. so there's only one last thing to do. . . find a bathroom somewhere and hope to the gods that the bar you find it in isn't full ⊹ cw ٬٬ smut . porn with little plot . aphrodisiac fumes . descriptions of death . explosions . semi-public . bathroom sex in the back of a bar . creampie . 

"Take cover!"

"Copy that, reaper!"

Booming bright and yellow, another laboratory of the underground exploded and crumbled into nothingness, when Alessio and you leave the scene. Two notorious on-and-off mercenaries, known for your violent and swift methods. In a rush to a spot where a moment of respite might be possible to seek out.

What originally started out as a simple mission in the underground, turned into a complete shit-show when one of the last-standing scientists Alessio and you had tried taking down crushed a can full of odd fumes, that covered the atmosphere of the room in a thick fog. The immortal man rushed you out of the place before you could jump at the scientist and help.