𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐭𝐨…
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ minors dni, fem!reader ( suggested band of the hawk!reader ), mentions of the eclipse, femto headcanons, blood and injury mention, suggested stockholm syndrome, we kissie the birb, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i’m sick today and i want him. badly. but i also want him to carry me around like an action figure in his hands lmao. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
kissing femto is nothing like kissing griffith, and you’ve come to accept this.
he looms over you, a hulking, daunting demon, and not even if you could stand on your tippy toes, could you reach his lips. so, when he wants a kiss, he’ll have to pick you up or crouch to your level ( he prefers the former ). at first, it was by your chest plate, until he stripped you of your armor and defenses. and then, it was by the bloodied, white blouse of yours, until his claws shredded the fabric into nothing. now, his large and inky wings will envelop you, and sweep you off your feet into a dark, warm cocoon where only you and him exist in a close, abysmal caress. it gives you respite from the constant harassment of monsters’ jaws snapping, taunting you into remembering the slaughter of your crewmates.
you fit just perfectly in the cradle his wings create, and it allows his hands the freedom he craves to caress you. sharpened claws nip and tear at your delicate flesh, and there’s nothing that either you— nor he— can do about it. not that he would if he could. but the wounds are thin. blood still beads to the surface of some of them, and the others redden and leave your skin perpetually warmed and stinging.
unlike griffith, femto holds not an ounce of tenderness. he doesn’t feel concern or the need to be gentle, not even with a creature so much smaller and more delicate than he, so when he kisses you, he does it forcefully. crimson lips that crash against yours, hold them hostage in a hot and passionate lock. a powerful tongue, bigger and stronger than yours, batters its way through the seal of your lips, fills your cavern in an instant, and explores every inch of it. even rolling itself over your smaller, weaker tongue, leaving his taste everywhere it claims.
his blood-red eyes remain open for the duration of each and every kiss, staring down at his little, human companion, watching the way you react. though you used to attempt to recoil from his kisses, or cry, or beg breathlessly to be released, you no longer do those things. now, you cling to him. your head tilts and your mouth opens more willingly. soft, almost happy whines are transferred into his mouth.
he would kiss you forever if you didn’t need to breathe, but when you start to feel yourself slipping, your fragile little hands reach up to his chest, and push with all your might. though you could never push him away, he can feel every ounce of your human strength attempting, and more often than not he will break the kiss so you can breathe. allowing his lips to hover inches from yours as you sputter and pant. your lips are swollen, aching, and glossy with his saliva.
femto’s eyes are always harsh and unblinking, and when you peek up at him, chest heaving, eyelashes fanning, and lips parted, he takes the hint.
and kisses you again.
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