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Tbh I was thinking of a scenario in my head about doktah (or U) being injured and Rico was taking care of U and U cupped his cheek and called him pretty, he was confused but flustered a bit (insert glitching computer sounds) anyway i luv u and anyone who’s reading this 😍

- 🐲 anon

Hiya there 🐲 anon! Tysm for your request (and I love you too sbsuwh 🥰!!)

I knew I wanted one of the first things I posted after being away for v long to be a request for Executor/'Rico, so your request was perfectly timed and I loved your idea lots aaa! It's v v cute and I feel it fits Executor/'Rico v well 🥺💕!!

I'm a li'l nervous since I feel I'm a bit rusty shiuhge 😭...! But, I had fun with this one and it feels good to be back aaa I hope I did Executor justice here 🙏

Anywho, to you and everyone else, I hope you all enjoy 🥰!!

Taglist for Executor/All Writing!:

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@vesvic

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Imagine format; mostly in the perspective of the reader, written in second person!

Contains: Executor, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, acquaintances to crushes relationship lolojshd, mentions of things and references to lots of from Executor's archive files, minor injuries and violence, the reader is one of Rhodes Island's Elite Operators, the reader is a li'l bit of a flirt lololsjs, nameless and gender-neutral Doctor as a background character, humour, fluff 💕!

Word count: a little over 2.7k!

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All Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to work alongside and be dispatched on Operations with each other. Such was a simple fact, and an obvious one; of course it would be bizarre for Rhodes Island, with their policy of levelling all who they employ as equal and for not tolerating discrimination irrespective of one’s reasons, to restrict certain Operators from being assigned into Squads together.

The case of Executor, however, was unavoidably more complicated different.

While all Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to be sent into combat with Executor - that didn’t mean all Rhodes Island Operators were willing to be sent into combat with Executor.

When you had approached the Doctor regarding the subject before boarding the transport that was to take you to the site of your next Operation - you had been assigned to an Operation, along with a party of other Elite Operators that included the Sankta in question, that was a hostage-rescue in Columbia -, they looked off to where Executor was stood counting his ammunition nearby then shrugged.

You had tilted your head to the side and so the Doctor elaborated, “He’s more than capable of handling the perimeter of the Operation ite by himself, and besides, no one on the Squad was agreed to being deployed with him. It’s not unusual, considering his… reputation.” A lift of one of your eyebrows was paired with a puzzled mutter, “But, it’d still be better for him to have some sort of back up. And, what ‘reputation’? Do you mean how he has those people from the Engineering Department always flirting with him?”

It was the Doctor’s turn to tilt their head to the side now, before their voice left them slowly, “No, that’s not what I was-…” They paused, studying your facial features then shifting their gaze from you to Executor, “I was referring to other...things…”

Be it his direct completion of any combat task assigned to him, the immense amount of collateral damage left in nearly all of his mission sites, or that account from the deeply-fazed Operator who was deployed as his partner once, of how Executor barehandedly tore out the heart of a beast directly from its chest - that last one had soon become a Rhodes Island horror story, reimagining Executor as some form of a boogieman impersonating as a Sankta -, majority of Operators had an excuse as to why they would prefer not to be near the ever-composed Sankta during Operations.

The Doctor had long observed a pattern in your behaviour when near Executor, that was in stark contrast to everyone else; though his presence caused most to snap their back straight and tighten the line of their shoulders, your posture when with him instead was always eased with not even the slightest indicator of tension.

Perhaps then, there was one Operator willing to be sent into combat with Executor, the Doctor reassessed.

Such reassessment is the reason as to why you and Executor were in the position you both were currently - together on a short rooftop in order to provide ranged support as the rest of the Squad rescued the hostages and subdued the hostiles.

The choice to deploy you with Executor was surprisingly beneficial, as two pairs of eyes are better at one pair in regards to surveying for threats. Despite that the rest of the Squad had initially looked at the Doctor as though they’d grown a pair of Sarkaz ears and gained a Phidian tail all at once, they now concluded yours and Executor’s position together for this Operator as all part of the Doctor’s plan.

However, you would’ve argued that your eyes slowly becoming more occupied with staring at the Sankta in wordless awe - those rumours about how his appearance was candy for one’s eyes were in fact not simple rumours at all, you realized - rather than your eyes being focused on the Operation site below and the surrounding area, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.

You would’ve argued again that your distracted state caused by Executor’s close proximity resulting in you failing to notice the hostile crossbowman a few rooftops away with you as his target, until his bolt was already fired and struck into your shoulder, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.

“Ghk!” You gulped down the pained yelp as the arrowhead suddenly pierced into your body, and instead a strained grunt of effort covered over it as you lifted the weapon-bearing arm upward in a swift movement; snapping your eyes off of their spot previously super-glued onto Executor’s face, you narrow your gaze and fix it onto the now-fleeing crossbowman. Trusting your own aim as an Elite Operator, you raise your weapon without much ceremony and fire.

A relieved huff leaves your lungs after the crossbowman crumbles to the ground after your weapon-fire hits him in a direct headshot. That relief was momentary, however, as the sharpened ache throughout your entire arm quickly reminded you of the crossbow bolt in your shoulder.

Executor’s attention was rapt on your form once gravity yanked your body downward and sent your knees to collide harshly with the concrete below you; immediately, he was across the rooftop and wrapping a secure arm around your waist to assist you in sitting onto the ground with your back leaning against the ledge of the rooftop.

“You have been hit with an enemy projectile. Do not move.” His voice left him in a stable tone as expected, while his eyes scanned over your body in search of any further harm, then lingering your injury, before they settled onto your face. Your mouth opened to speak, only to shut when his gaze fixed to yours; a hue of scarlet rose onto your cheeks and your eyes averted from his own, despite that they’d been firmly locked onto him just moments earlier. The heaviness of your embarrassment - you’d just been hit by an enemy, because you were too busy oogling your Squadmate - began to near-smother the ache from your injury.

With confidence, you expected the Sankta to flatly point out your blunder in a tone lowered slightly in disappointment, as he advised you to not repeat the same mistake in the future or remarked that he should’ve declined the Doctor’s suggestion to have you function as his partner for this operation. None of those came, however.

In contrast - stark contrast - to the scenarios you’d imagined, Executor’s facial expression became one of slightly furrowed brows with faint downturn of his lips, and then his voice left him in careful words, “I apologize for my lack of attention to our surroundings. I failed to notice and warn you of the threat in time.” A thoughtful pause, and his eyes flicked to your injury before returning to yours, “I will ensure I do not repeat this mistake on subsequent occasions.”

You blinked, and for a moment you wanted to ask him to repeat what he said because you were certain you must’ve heard it wrong. Your injury had been your own mistake, not his; despite, you had rarely ever heard the Sankta’s voice laced with the sincerity it was as his words of apology left him.

Finally, your voice escaped the grip of your previous embarrassment and you managed a reply, “I-It’s alright. It’s my fault, Executor, I wasn’t paying attention. You don’t have to be concerned about it-” His head tilted to the side, then shook it in a near imperceptible movement, “Negative. The safety of my partner for this Operation is a logical cause for my concern.”

Everyone who knew him would firmly agree that he was not a man who ever said things simply out of courtesy. Therefore, the genuinity of this concern - his concern over you - was undoubtable. He felt wholly and truly responsible, for your injury and for ensuring your safety.

“E-Executor-” Your words vanished from you and your thoughts scattered once more as Executor returned his attention to your injury, “The projectile is not an Originium product, there is no risk of Oripathy Infection.” He angled his head to inspect the site of the injury further, then he continued, “Resulted injury is a puncture wound, estimated to be a few inches in depth. Non-lifethreatening.”

The blue of his irises lost a fraction of its sharpness when his eyes left the arrow bolt in your shoulder to find your own eyes once more, “On-field medical treatment is advised. Rest assured that I am qualified to administer.” If they weren't before already, your eyes were widened incredulously now, “You want to…patch me up?” Executor nodded, “If you will allow me, yes.” Your own nod came in a slow reply, “Yes, I'm okay with that…” His gaze focused onto your injury, “Very well.”

With that, his hands placed, one cupped your shoulder and the other held your arm steady. You half-expected a firm grip, one not aware or not caring of the force it was exerting.

Instead, Executor’s hands were careful, only applying necessary pressure; the warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of his gloves and offered some soothe to the ache of your injury. Were these really the forceful hands that tore the heart out of a beast? The unexpected gentleness of his touch caused heat to rise to your cheeks and your heartbeat to quicken within your ribcage.

This certainly couldn't be the same Executor whom even your fellow Elite Operators were uncomfortable working with because of his callousness. After all, this Executor’s concern for you was evident; in the way he had instantly been at your side the moment he noticed you’d been attacked, in the way he apologized for what he believed to be his failure in protecting you, and in the way was now tending to your injury. ‘Callous’ was antonymous with ‘concern’, it was impossible for him to encapsulate both. You had yet to witness a display of his supposed lack-of-a-heart, and all but witnessed his evidence of one - a heart misread by many and miscommunicated to many, a heart abstruse.

Yes, anyone with eyes could state with confidence that Executor was handsome; it seemed, however, that you were the only who was now being settled upon with the realization that, ‘and he’s a gentleman’.

Your heart was rapid within your chest, your cheeks flushed a pink hue, - and your eyes could not remove themselves from Executor. Any attempt you made to avert your attention failed, as whenever you flicked your gaze away, it still inevitably fixed onto his careful hands, or his assured movements, or his focus-sharpened face. He unearthed a tourniquet from the black bag he had slung around his shoulder, briefly explained to you that he would apply it in order to halt blood flow and limit excessive bleeding.

He carefully set the arm of your injured shoulder to rest across your stomach, a more comfortable position and one that supports the vulnerable limb enough for the time being, “Please maintain this position, and refrain from moving or attempting to use your arm until we rejoin our Squad. A Medic Operator is required to properly attend to your injury.”, All you managed is a high-pitched sound, a “mhm” in reply.

You silently said thank you to the fact that applying the tourniquet on your arm required majority of his focus, else you were aware he would’ve noticed you staring yet again.

Your eyes studied each of his facial features, each line of his face. His eyes didn’t display enough emotion to discern, as they never did, however your closeness allowed you to notice how concentration sharpened them as he twisted the tourniquet and how the city lights illuminated the light blue hue of his irises; the ivory strands of his hair fell slightly into his gaze as he tilted his head down to properly view your injury, and your hand twitched to tuck the straying pieces away back into their place; his pale skin on his face was without blemishes, and you silently argued with yourself over if his cheeks would be cool or warm to the touch.

You didn’t have to continue mentally debating with yourself over it for very long, as your arm not effected by your injury suddenly lifted to allow your hand to cradle his cheek. Warm; the surface of his skin is warm, and under the contact of your palm, you notice his cheek becomes warmer.

Executor stiffened completely to the point of being statuesque, from his hands ceasing their task of securing your tourniquet to his lungs failing to expand with air for a moment; the only movement was of his hair falling to obscure his eyes. You initially mistook his flinch for discomfort, and you almost pulled your hand away in worry that he would push it away himself.

Again, however, Executor averted your expectations.

He tilts his head in a slow and small movement towards your touch, then he slowly allowed his gaze to drift to yours. No words produced from his throat until after a small while, when your code name was uttered from his lips and he continued in words of question, ���...What do you require? Is your injury causing you excessive pain, or do you feel abnormal symptoms?” You didn’t provide an answer to his queries, unless what you blurted out next could be called a sufficient answer.

“Executor, you're pretty.”

He did not reply to you, initially. The Sankta remained unmoving, not even a twitch of his fingers or a blink of his eyes, for a long moment; when he finally did move, it was in a series of slow blinks. Then, his lungs suddenly pulled in a curt inhale of air and his eyes widened, albeit so little you would've missed had you not been leaned in closer to him.

“I…” He cleared his throat, “I am unsure what you mean.”

His reply was near priceless, as you didn't think such a straightforward statement would require elaboration; the only other thing you couldn't possibly put a fitting price on was the near-imperceptibly stunned expression that had quickly fallen onto his face.

Chiming with a light giggle, you pressed your hand closer to his cheek and reiterated in a tone firm with insistence, “As in, you're attractive. No wonder everyone in that Engineering Dormitory insists on asking you out non-stop.” Your addendum to your original statement did little to relieve Executor of his puzzled state, and did everything to exacerbate it. “Pardon. I am afraid I do not understand your wording.” His voice was loyal to that which was typical of him, as it did not falter and remained cool as usual; it was his facial features, that betrayed him.

The size of his pupils shrunk as his eyes widened a fraction more, his jaw tightened visibly as he attempted to catch his lips from falling agape, and his eyebrows lowered to knit slightly in a confused furrow. All are changes you had never witnessed on his facial features before, and each new one you noticed began to cause your lips to upturn into a delighted grin. Most especially - the pink hue that faintly dusted his cheeks.

“Oh!” Your exclamation was raised in astonishment; you'd never once seen Executor’s pale cheeks saturated with any colour at all, not on any occasion, not to any person, not in reaction to anything. And yet, they were now flushed a rosy tint. The injury on your shoulder was forgotten completely; elation lifted your heart towards the sky and mirth played across on your facial features.

With glimmering eyes and an exultant smile, your voice melted out of you in a coo lifted with tease, “Now you look really pretty, blushing like that.”

Executor’s cheeks deepened in colour, however after that, you received no further reactions. You wondered if his brain abruptly quit functioning when it received your words, unfamiliar words that it failed to process; his gaze didn’t leave your face for even a glance, his facial expression froze in wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and he halted all his movement, somehow even including the natural movements of his blackened halo and wings.

Much to your even further amusement, you were reminded of when the Rhodes Island computer terminals displayed the error with the blue screen that instructed to restart the device.

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“oh, you’re up,” ezell remarks as he operates the coffee machine, the aroma of coffee filling the kitchen. the sunlight filters through the blinds and lands perfectly on his face and you can’t help but stare.

“good morning.” you say in a sleepy daze as you walk towards him. you take out your phone to snap a picture and he gives you a soft smile, the smile that you love so dearly. you show him the picture and point out how it would make for a good instagram profile picture, and he laughs.

everything about ezell is so... soft. perhaps it’s because you literally just woke up but you remember what made you fall in love with him and it all feels like you are falling in love with him all over again on an uneventful sunday morning like today. his arms around your waist while yours are around his neck, you want to stay like this forever.

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Art.

Logos x Reader

(Reader can be doctor if you want)

Why am I cooking this at 2AM 💀🤟

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“Who should you love?”

It was a title of a post that y/n saw one day. It was a boring night after all, so she didn’t scroll down, instead, she keeps reading it.

You should love a poet, a musician, a painter.

An artist.

Because when they love you, they will create masterpieces of you.

Y/n thinks this is something that only happened in stories, so she just let out a silent chuckle.

But oh now how wrong that is.

Unknowingly to her, she’s now the muse of one.

That man, that artist was Aefanyl.

And you too, are an artist of love.

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Logos will not admit it to anyone, but you've become his muse. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you smile.

Everything about you is a masterpiece to him, one that he wants to commit to memory, to write poems, to immortalize it with words...

But most importantly, to hold you close to his chest, to feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his, the feel of your breathing, the sound of his name...

His name, on your lips.

He feels... inspired... to write. For the first time in a while, Logos feels the inspiration hit him. He knows what he wants to write. That spark of inspiration he hadn't felt in quite awhile.

His pen moved with new found vigor, his words flowing...

It's you.

Logos use a bone pen to elegantly cast incantation, a bone flute to let the banshee's music echo.

Being a Sarkaz means using even those things to fight, to accept the blood flowing in his veins, to fight for eternity without rest.

The talented young Banshee has known it since he has awareness of his surroundings.

But now,

He finds himself writing poems with that pen, instead of casting spells or incantation.

Or playing a tune for you to hear, this time the song doesn’t burn his blood anymore.

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You haven’t touch the brush for a very long time, it has become dusty under a pile of old documents. But now, you saw yourself painting him, the brushstrokes are a bit different.

He has the most beautiful appearance that you have ever seen. Even prettier than a lot of woman.

Delicate features as if crafted by the gods themselves, long eye lashes, soft lips, smooth skin.

His red iris-a red iris is truly mesmerizing, almost otherworldly in its intensity. Its vivid hue is captivating, exuding a sense of mystery and rare beauty.

The deep, rich color draws you in like a gemstone glowing with an inner fire, making it impossible to look away. It’s a bold and stunning feature that leaves a lasting impression, hinting at stories untold behind those eyes.

After finishing the painting, you feel a pride in your chest. But what do you do with it now? Whatever, let’s just hang it in your room.

You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

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Logos once wish that his mother would sing him the elegy if he dies in the battlefield, that way he would be in the arms of his kind until the end.

But now, with you here, he wishes to live a bit longer, praying to himself.

“Please, let me stay with her until the very end.”

He wants you to also sing the elegy. Logos's mind is filled with the thought of you. That was his new wish, with the thought that if he's to die one day, he'll die at least knowing you'll be singing for him...

Love still bloom in this doomed world, like how he still finds his way back to you after every battle he faced. In your arms, he’s not the lord of the Banshee, nor Logos, just Aefanyl.

He loves all of it. The way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you hold him. He loves it all. He loves *you.*

The way you kiss him, the sounds you make, the way you hold him close, the way you wrap your legs around him. The way he gets to hold you close, to feel your breathing and your heart next to his.

He can't seem to get enough of it.

_____

He finishes writing, quietly setting his pen and paper aside before gently holding you close against his chest, his lips pressing gently against your forehead.

(It’s 3:30 now bye 💀)

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Mechanist posting He's a funky guy, can't wait to meet him in Dorothy's Vision and Greyalter!

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hey logos nation how are we doing

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sarkaz military commission

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Such a brat. ☆TW-NSFW, sub veritas, fingering, pussy spanking, bondage, afab!veritas, ftm!dr ratio, gn!reader, words pussy and cunt used for veritas, a/n- tbh? i wrote it at the end of 2023 and writing block got me again. i will try to go back on track. this one is little bit of a crap

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soft noises filling the bedroom bot of you are in. youre sitting on the edge of the bed as veritas lays bend over your lap. your hands holding his jaw as those breathy moans leaves his salivating mouth. his eyes roll into back into his skull as your fingers thrusting in his slippery wet hole making his thighs clench close and toes curl and kick.

"veritas, behave." you sighed taking out your fingers and spanking his pulsating pussy. he let out a yelp and clenched around nothing. "i- mmmh ah.. beh-behaving" he moans out making his hands into fists. his hands trying to wiggle out of the tight hold of rope around his bruised from it wrists. you click your tongue at his talking back and serve another spank on his cunt. "youre not" you said with cocked eyebrow. "i-i am" he replied before adding few insults in your way. typical ratio... you shake your head in disappointment. "i might as well make you beg for me to let you cum" you comment making him pout at it. "you wouldnt.. youre way to stupid to even try deny me pleasu-" he didnt got a chance to finish his sentence before you end up landing a hit on his red and swollen ass and soon thrusting your fingers back into his hole.

moans and squeals escaped his mouth along whimpers and begs for more. his eyes closing as he try to rock his butt closer to your fingers but not being able to because the position hes placed in. "d- mnh! damn you" veritas breath out shuddering at the feeling of his own slick trailing down his thighs making everything so so sticky and dirty.

this erotic scene just on its own does its job at turning you one and wanting to just do more. your fingers thrusting in and out before stopping to scissor him open and plunge your fingers deeper pressing on his g-spot. a scream like moan falling out of him as he try to squirm away. "you dont enjoy it, baby?" you asked with teasing smirk as he shook his head and whine. "more..." he whisper. "i didnt heard you, darling" you teased as veritas just kept quiet before repeating it louder. "i want more... please... i beg you y/n". a low chuckle escapes your throath as you move your fingers in and out letting go of his jaw and moving the hand down to his clit to rub it. his head falling on pillow that was beside your lap and his ass wiggling as if challanging you to do more. and you do so.

"ah, baby. youre not leaving until my hand is drenched in your juices". his insides clenching on your fingers from excitement and arousement. "mmh, righ here love" he moan bucking his hips in your direction trying to match your rythm. his slick pooling on his cunt. another smack on his core before your fingers thrust back in going in and out fast making sure to hit ratio sweet spot.

"y-mh/n im clo-mm-close" he said panting. his walls pulsing and getting wetter and trapping you inside like vice. cum falling out his hole as its followed with transparent liquid squirting out and falling on the floor and bed sheets. "mmm good job baby~" you said before riding out his orgasm and kissing his back.

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hello! would you mind doing thorns × fem!doctor (gn is ok!) general dating hcs? like what type of dates they enjoy, how is friend would react to you two are dating, how they would cuddle at night etc,

A/n: Thorns was literally the reason I played Arknights, but I never got him-

Dating Thorns HCs

Thorns x GN!Doctor

Art by: kkuekkue on Twitter

You and Thorns rarely have time to go on dates. Whenever you did go on dates he would make sure everything was perfect.

In the morning, Thorns takes you to your favorite boba/coffee/tea shop to take your mind off work.

For lunch Thorns would take you to have a picnic at a park.

And for dinner Thorns either takes you to a restaurant he had reservations for or to go do your favorite things.

You and Thorns do the sweetheart's cradle.

Thorns friend was shocked to hear Thorns had a partner, but they got even more shocked to hear he was dating THE doctor.

Thorns knows you get extremely worried when he goes on missions. If he were to come back injured you'd immediately nurse him back to health.

Thorns isn't a fan of public affection, but behind closed doors he would cuddle with you, kiss you all over your face and hold you hand.

If you're the insecure type, Thorns would kiss and hug every body part that you found insecure.

Everytime Thorns is with you when you're operating missions he'll keep a close eye on you to make sure you're safe.

Thorns is definitely the type of guy to try and make your favorite food/desserts.

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Arknights "Come Catastrophes or Wakes of Vultures" stickers

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[NSFW] Enemies with Benefits • Puzzle

[NSFW] Enemies with Benefits • Puzzle

Headcanons • NSFW • Puzzle • Reader unspecified/not mentioned

Cw/Tw: Mean Puzzle, hate sex, sadism, masochism, degrading, mean sex, blood

Note: This post contains content unlike anything I've written before, somewhat violent hate sex. Please tell me if I should add any more content/trigger warnings.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT | MINORS DNI |

An enemy to Victoria. Whoever he's aligned with, they want this target subdued. And that's Puzzle's job.

Just what if, though, this target keeps escaping, and what started as a mission, got him tangled up with the enemies tricks, with maybe a few moments that he got too close.

And it eventually turned into nights neither of them can speak about. Who would dare to tell their superior they slept with the enemy agent? It'd be over. So they both keep quiet. A silent agreement, to not snitch on each other.

Not a truce, not an open fire. Just a dagger held to both of their necks. If one of them speaks out, the other is coming down with them. An equal arrangement, equally toxic, equally beneficial... Maybe a little twisted, maybe a lot.

But Puzzle has seen it all.

He's not the type to see sex as this holy matrimony marriage sacred rite. It is simply what it is. A means to let out his frustration, whether hormonal or emotional. And if his enemy looks good when he's in bed with them, then he might consider it.

He doesn't sleep around, no. It's unthinkable to him that he might possibly do it with an enemy. But... Nothing's really stopping him.

He gets to keep tabs on the target, have a good time, and learn about his target. Same with said target themselves.

If you rat him out whether it be to your team, or to his superior, he could easily do the same to you and give out your location. Sounds equal enough to him.

But if he has a love-hate relationship with someone, he might just get feral when fucking with them. If he hates them periodt, he wouldn't even look at them.

Ranging from degrading to biting till he draws blood, he even scratches. Hair pulling, slapping, edging and overstimulation. That's what you get when you have a hate-fuck enemies with benefits kind of situation with Puzzle, given that he is into his partner.

He bites a lot. Something about marking his partner, another part about the feeling of it. Maybe his years as a spy have gotten him desensitized, or maybe he does like the slight sight of blood staining his lips and the sheets after he bites into the skin.

His degrading isn't the typical slut or whore, more like bringing up your shared past, and how you two are fucking right now. He gets vulgar, and he gets specific and personal.

He'd hardly have time to tease, he rather gets his partner prepped and straight to the point.

But if he needs to ruin them real quick, he will give oral and then leave his partner high and dry, just to see them crumble. Because of him. Or even use his fingers.

He does take at least a little pride in ruining his targets and watching them crumble. Especially if it's that specific person he has this enemies with benefits relationship with.

He hates you, he swears. But he might feel a little too good from this little relationship you have going on.

Afterwards, usually after only one round, he's not exactly tired out but he needs to move before someone gets suspicious. He might edge them a little. To come back for more. But he'd always leave. Only to come back.

Chat idk what happened here I just had a vision I was never into hate fucking or anything until I realized Puzzle might be into it. And then I found it hot. So here's an incomplete 1am ramble. Anyways. Tell me what you think cuz I wrote this while sleep deprived.

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hello! i got a weird request if you feel uncomfortable please ignore this request- can you do d*ck headcanons with iberian men? like their sizes, length, color etc.

Hell yeah actually DW about it

[NSFW] Iberian Men dick HCs

NSFW • Thorns, Elysium, Lumen

NSFW under the cut, MINORS DNI

Cw/tags: NSFW, graphic details and descriptions. Reader not mentioned, can be you or an OC or any character you'd like! Completely GN!

Thorns

6 inches, thicker than average and a slight curve to his right.

Thorns: He's low-key a masochist, chastity, edging, pain kink, thorns has no specific position

He really doesn't care about his appearance sometimes, so it's definitely bushy down there. Sometimes he shaves it, maybe if it gets uncomfortable. But most of the time, he doesn't nor does he really care.

Speaking of his cock, he really likes it when he's jerked off by someone else. He'd lean back and just moan his tongue out, letting them set the pace and control when he can cum.

His shaft colour is the same down there, but it does get darker as you get to the tip. The tip is a little more red in colour, especially when erect.

Two veins near the base, touching them will make him whimper.

They could press a thumb to his slit, or put a chastity on him. And while he could overpower them, he doesn't. It's less about the lack of control and the edging. And more that he wants his partner to do as they please to appreciate and worship his body. Besides. He'll repay them tenfold later.

8 inches, slim and straight

He's definitely developed a kink for having his dick hurt, at least slightly. Doesn't matter if he's dom or not, he'd rail his partner till his dick hurts and it feels so good for him. Squeeze it a little, or even softly, just softly step on it, and he might whimper. He doesn't care, he just wants to feel it.

Elysium

Elysium: Mentions of inexperienced Elysium, slight humiliation kink

Colour is pale down there, and it gets more pale as his oripathy progresses too. Tip is a nice pink colour though, and it gets more red as he gets more turned on.

He actually somewhat cares about his appearance, so he does keep it clean and shaved down there. He actually never thought about it due to sex, he just thinks this is what the hot guys do. As he proclaims himself to be. But otherwise, hair down there is mostly white.

Unironically is proud of his size, he gets boastful about it in bed with his partner. Largely due to the fact that before any experience, he always thought that bigger was better. Though he realized the statement isn't necessarily true, it doesn't stop him from giving his partner the best pleasure he could.

But even after all that, he still gets somewhat shy and flustered. It is a sensitive topic after all. Any mentions of his cock will get his ego inflated and make him more flustered.

Unfortunately he prefers being a sub sometimes. Doesn't mean he won't top though.

His erections are definitely easy to notice, and has developed somewhat of a semi humiliation kink where he had to take care of it discreetly in public, or have his partner to take care of him, while he couldn't possibly think about letting people know it was him...

He gets kind of giddy if he sees that obvious bulge in his pants, it's so noticeable, he's ashamed. A little. But if he's alone with his partner, he likes that it couldn't even be ignored. Now please, take care of him?

5.5 inches, average girth, downwards curve.

Lumen

Lumen: Overstim, sensitivity, slightly sub Lumen

Colour gets more tanned down there.

He'd really not mind it too much if it's hairy or not. Provided it doesn't discomfort him, he'll just keep it trimmed. And the colour of his hair down there is dark blue.

He's honestly sensitive everywhere, so touching that place would leave him breathless.

He loves that he fits perfectly into anyone's mouth or anywhere else. He often worried about hurting his partner during the deed, but hearing that he's just perfect makes him relieved and happy.

He's most sensitive at the base, he'd close his legs whenever it's too much at once, but since it's his partner helping him, he'll trust them.

He cums in larger amounts than average, so be careful where you do it. Cuz it's a guarantee there's gonna be a lot of cleaning.

One of his favorite things ever is when he's overstimulated and he can see practically everything is wet and soiled. From his thighs to the sheets, maybe the floor even. It's not that he can last too long, no. But he loves that he's feeling so good he can't help but surrender and whimper in pleasure. Sure, he's shaking and it gets overwhelming, but he loves his partner so much, and he's feeling so good. Why stop? He's never asked for anything else, at least not much... Would it be too selfish of him to ask for one, one more release?

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Dhdjjdbd hope it was good <: felt motivated today 💪😎 this was fun to write NGL if you couldn't tell I have a thing for subby men but I can write top/Dom DW DW.

Reqs are closed for now since I'm gonna focus on my piling drafts :'D

Anyways does anyone believe Thorns's cum is yellow bc urchin semen is yellow... Thinks

Anyways, thank you for reading!!! Hope you enjoyed, have a nice day :]

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Sex with phantom *Moans*

phantom is a man that puts heavy emphasis on intimacy in sex, spending extended periods just lavishing and worshiping your body with his kisses and touch. each trail of his lips and fingers leaves your skin feeling warm, a testament to his endless and overwhelming adoration for you. he chants your name repeatedly as he languidly sinks his shaft into you, unable to tear his gaze away from your slack-jawed expression. phantom cannot think of anyone but you, all of his senses are overwhelmed by you—it borders on obsession with how much he willingly lets himself be consumed by you.

rarely does he ever expect to be treated with the same affection and gentleness, preferring to drown you in pleasure until you're left breathless. but should you wish to be the one to bestow him with your love, then he will not deny you. he whines pitiably as you suck on his skin, leaving behind hickies you both know that he will wistfully trace his fingers over later. phantom moans so breathily whenever you take his length into your gummy walls or warm mouth, trying so hard to savor the tight heat and not burst right then and there.

either way, sex with phantom is very intimate and soft <33

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