#Glee x malereader

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

Requests & Rules

Universe + Characters I write for:

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals

Legacies

Teen Wolf

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Glee

Marvel

The Flash

Celebrities

Power Rangers

Rules:

I write Male Character x Male Reader, I will only write Male x Female imagines for a platonic relationship imagine, e.g. best friends, siblings.

I can write smut, fluff, angst and head canons.

Please be patient when it comes to requests.

When requesting, it would be great if you gave a little context or scene to the imagine and please be specific as to which characters you are requesting.

I might start adding on my list of things as I go on.

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Please don't steal my work, I really work to write and it hurts if it's just stolen. P.S: All writers hate this

If you have any special requests, e.g.: mpreg, yandere, first person perspective reader. Request and I'll decide if I'm comfortable with it or not.

[weatheredleatherhat]

Heya! It’s SW anon, but iI have another request for a Karl x Reader. Not necessarily a MaleReader but rather GN, I guess. This one’s basically the morning after Karl and the Reader sleep together. They’re cuddling and Karl’s still asleep, but the Reader’s already up. Reader takes in how peaceful Karl looks, gently tracing all the scars on his face with his finger and admiring him. Karl opens his eyes, noticing the Reader looking at him all soft and the Reader’s surprised that Karl asks them to keep going cause he was awake the whole time and liked the Reader’s gentle touch and attention. Just good ol’ fluff.

((When I tell you this made me WEAK ;w; ))

A follow up of this fic, though no need to read the previous one for this one to make sense. And if you need a little soundtrack; I listened to this when I was writing. Hope you enjoy!

The night before was like a storm. Vivid, passionate; all teeth and tongue, hands roaming and exploring each other’s bodies to map out where would elicit the loudest gasps of pleasure.

But in the morning, it had all settled. You were both entwined under the thick comforter, Karl fast asleep and looking the most peaceful you’d ever seen him. It was a little strange to see how the fine lines of his face faded, entwined with the multitude of scars that littered his features. It made you ponder how he got each one. Working in the factory was the most likely option, but you wondered if he’d got into many fights over his years. Knowing how much he liked to run his mouth, it was pretty likely, though who would dare brawl him considering his strength and abilities? Perhaps it was before all that, if there ever was a time before. Had he been a grown man when all this happened to him, old enough to get into bar fights? Karl had pretty much been a constant in the village, and come to think of it, he’d always seem to be stuck at the age he was. Frozen in time, like the statues at the ritual site.

You couldn’t resist bringing your hand up to gently stroke each and every feature. Feeling the raised skin of his scars under your fingertips, tracing the lines of age, taking your time to caress him, to show him care that he deserved. You found yourself relaxing alongside him as you did so; something soothing in the repetitive, gentle movements.

You didn’t notice when his deep breathing shifted into a regular pattern of being awake, but you did notice after a little while when one of his eyes cracked open to stare down at you. You shared a few heartbeats of silence; of solemn contemplation and regarding each other as equals in this strange little relationship that was forming.

“You been awake this whole time?” you whispered, hating to break the comfortable silence that had formed, but curiosity taking over. Your hand stilled, a small bloom of worry in the back of your mind that this was too much. Too much like lovers rather than something informal and based on needs.

“A little while,” he admitted with a smile, shifting himself into a comfortable position that allowed you more access to his face. “I was just enjoying it.”

You made a hum of acknowledgement as the pad of your thumb swept over his cheekbone. “You want me to keep going?”

He nodded with a grunt, pressing his face to your palm and nuzzling it in a silent request for more. You acquiesced with glee, happy to just share this moment of him. Your fingers continued their exploration of him; over the bridge of his nose, across his temples and over his lips. He let out a sigh of contentment at your actions, his hand resting on your thigh and thumb rubbing circles of his own.

You could hear the thrum of machinery all around you; furnaces roaring and pistons hammering away like the beatings of an industrial heart. When you had first arrived, it was deafening, and you wondered how Karl managed with hearing it constantly. But now, you couldn’t imagine laying in silence. It would feel too eery, and you wondered to yourself when that happened. When all this had become less transactional finance wise, and more with sharing experiences and hearts.

It wasn’t as if you mind it. If he would agree to it, you’d happily stay here, with him, forever. And by the blissed out look he had on his face, you had a feeling that if you asked he would agree to it.

An eternity was a long time. But an eternity with him, especially if trapped in this very moment, would be an eternity of heaven.