sharing a bed hcs w various marvel characters (-.-)zz
includes: kurt wagner, remy lebeau, bucky barnes, peter parker, matt murdock, johnny storm *comic inspired, no mcu
i kinda got in the zone and just wrote general sleeping headcanons if you don’t mind
kurt wagner;
always moving around,, tossing and turning even in the deepest of sleeps. he’s warm to lay with, so you often find yourself too hot for comfort!
sleepily wraps or lays his tail onto your leg, especially when he’s right about to fall asleep for the night.
pretty deep sleeper, will wake up if you shake him or say his name loud enough but it will take a couple tries. he’s also very stubborn about getting up before he wants.
often finds himself holding your hand, will be half way across the bed but his arm will still be reaching over to you.
has a ton of blankets even though he’s basically one himself. very willing to share and not a hog actually!
remy lebeau;
clingy in his sleep, even before sleep too! often drapes an arm over you.
messy sleeper. drools and snores lightly but somehow still looks gorgeous?? his face is so so pretty in the early morning light.
bed head is wild, always sticking up even though it usually is messy every day, it always appears messier in the mornings.
another morning mention, sleepy voice is so beautiful!!
if wearing one, his shirt always rides up and stays that way alllll night.
freaking bed hog -_-
bucky barnes;
always nervous before bed. always has trouble falling and staying asleep.
sleeps stiff as a board unless he’s really tired, then he’ll be in a more comfortable “average” sleeping position.
night sweater (yyyeuck)
somehow always ends up on the edge of the bed.
goes to bed around late 12pm but gets up early like around 5:40-6:30 am on most days. never wakes you up though unless you ask!
actually snores pretty loud but swears up and down he doesn’t and that he’s super silent!
likes to take up very little space but is a blanket hog snd always accidentally grabs most of them.
the bathroom is steamy as shit after he showers.
peter parker;
similar to bucky he’s nervous but mostly because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable!
hasn’t ever shared a bed before so he definitely clings to the edge the first couple times.
very sweet but a slight pillow hog, but he doesn’t really use blankets. only has one which is wild!!
sleeps in corny shirts he has somehow collected over the years. and old ass pajama pants that are too short.
snores softly, it’s more cute and a nice background noise than obnoxious.
ends up hugging you in his sleep, or when he falls asleep too. he really wants to be near you but only if your okay with it!
very cute bed head heh
matt murdock;
not a big cuddler imo, very aware of the space and usually wants some distance himself.
sleeps pretty still unless he’s stressed (which is always let’s be fr)
doesn’t snore but does drool a lot!
slight bed head but it’s so pretty and just a bit messy that looks so good.
tummy sleeper, enjoys having your hand on his shoulder or back for comfort and support.
if he’s had a really hard day he’ll definitely hold you. but won’t say anything unless you start a conversation about anything else other than what might’ve happened.
often sleeps with his back to you, not that he meaningly does it just happens!
will try to make sure you fall asleep before him so he knows your comfortable.
i know i said remy has a beautiful morning / sleepy voice but matt easily wins the contest
johnny storm;
cuddling w you all the time. while falling asleep and during asleep. always has his hands around your torso if possible!
snores somewhat loud and it’s a tad annoying! but swears he’s way too good for snoring and that he’d neverrr
often brings you late night snacks or drinks.
if you don’t wake up when he wants you he’ll poke your cheek until you wake up or he gets bored and just loudly (yells) your name.
nice to sleep with if your cold, but terrible during heatwaves and summertime. you actively push him away and he gives you the best puppy eyes ever.
has like 5 pillows and many blankets but only uses one blanket. he never wakes up under it anyway.
either sleeps only in boxers or boxers + tank top combo
actually likes cooler showers, it’s so nice laying with him after a cool shower and sends you both right to sleep.
very odd sleep schedule. most nights he heads to bed around 11 pm but some nights if he’s really invested in a project or something he’ll be up nearly all night. wakes up really late though, enjoys sleeping in
thank you for reading, requests are open for mha and marvel characters rn ^-^ they would be very appreciated
Oh honey… don’t mind if I do. This is absolutely filthy so please beware. I’m obsessed with this man FOR REAL.
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-You had never had a guy genuinely enjoy going down on you before like Johnny does. It took you by surprise the first time.
-You bashfully told him he didn’t have to, but he was borderline insulted at the insinuation that he didn’t want to. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”
-He always starts off gently, teasing you and feeling just how wet you are for him. Wrapping his arms around your thighs so he can hold you into place.
-He flattens his tongue because he knows moving it up and down like that drives you wild. Then when he feels your ready he inserts a finger (or two) and works with his tongue on your clit to overstimulate you in the best way.
-The first time you sit on his face you’re shy at first. He had begging you to do it, and one night after a glass of wine you feel the courage to actually do it.
-His fingers dig into the plush skin of your thighs so tightly they leave marks. You ride his face until you’re seeing stars and he’s moaning into you the entire time.
-His favorite way is having you perched on a table or desk so he can be on his knees absolutely worshipping you the entire time. He looks up at you and holds your gaze for as long as you’ll allow it.
-In between sucking and licking he murmurs praises, “you look so beautiful like this” “god you’re so perfect” “you taste so good baby” and it brings you even closer to the edge. (In my head he’s a yapper in and out of the bedroom.)
-Johnny gets off by making you get off. Some nights he spends so much time with his head between your thighs that he doesn’t even get to fucking you.
-After you cum he crawls up and what would you know… he came in his pants just by feeling you cum all over his mouth.
Request - I’d like to request Pietro Maximoff nsfw and sfw headcanons please.
•Even though dating him, Pietro still likes to flirt with you.
•Pietro will flirt like he’s still trying to get you to go out with him.
•Keeping life fresh.
•Pietro won't admit it but he likes to cuddle with you and you play with his hair.
•He always likes to have his arm around you. You and Pietro can be in line at a store and he would have his arm around your waist.
•Pietro also loves to use his speed on a low level to help you relax like a massage chair.
•You’ll mention wanting a snack and he’ll speed to the kitchen and return before you can get up.
- “Here ya go!”
-“Thanks.”
•You were feeling homesick. He used speed to grab your favorite snack from home and he surprised you with it.
•When you are mad at him, he would try to make you laugh. Once you smile
“See Y/N, you can't be mad at me for long”
He winked.
“Shut up”
“Ahh ahh I see a smile”
You turn away “No you don’t shut up!”
“Aha! You will smile!”
•Wanda and Pietro don't celebrate their birthday, but you would surprise them with cake.
•Wanda would give you a hug and kiss you on the cheek.
•Pietro would start to kiss you
“Please stop, I just want to eat cake,” Wanda said.
“Sorry,” You said shyly.
“It’s alright. Just let me enjoy my half of the cake.” And Wanda just takes her half and a fork.
•Pietro can be romantic sometimes, but he would make you feel special.
•You would be at work, but he would surprise you and make you try to play hooky.
•One time Pietro lied about cooking dinner for you. He bought food from a restaurant and then threw out the boxes with the name on it, so you won't notice it.
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•Pietro’s speed means he has a basically nonexistent refractory period.
•Cums multiple times in a row and only needs like 15 minutes to recover if that.
•He would make his dick vibrate and you would beg him not to stop.
•Pietro has a praise kink.
•He gets unbelievably turned on when we say how good he is when you ride him.
•He loves that you are obsessed with his abs.
•In public when he is feeling horny, he would whisper in your ear sexual stuff and he would touch you.
•You would beg him to use his speed to take you home
•He’ll also make himself into a vibrator as he fingers you and works you open.
•He loves to watch you cum hands-free as well.
•Pietro loves it when you give him a blowjob in public.
“I know you want my seed, Y/N. Look at you, trying to hurry to make me cum”
Then he would cum on your face and he starts to smile when you lick his cum off his dick.
•When Pietro does anal to you, he would make his dick vibrate.
“Damn it, Pietro”
“I know you don't want me to stop. Look at you, my little dirty slut look how you move your ass”
•When he bottoms for us he’ll make his ass vibrate to make you cum harder and faster.
•You and Pietro would role-play, he pretends to deliver pizza but you don't have cash.
“You better get on your knees and pay up”
•He also has a breeding kink and loves to eat his load out of us. And if we breed him, he loves to plug himself and hold it in and add to it if he can
•There were times you and Pietro almost got caught having at the Avengers compound.
•Pietro loves to tease you so you can beg him to fuck you.
•Pietro would ask Dr. Strange for a spell that will make your stamina higher. You and Pietro would last all night just having sex everywhere in the apartment.
oh heres something i read in deadly fortune vol.2 that i thought was a little interesting, dante talks about how he got coyote-A and why he named it that here (in the middle of fighting a blitz but dont worry abt that LMAO)
tried my best to translate it (and have left it in alt text if anyones interested in reading), but basically he says that he bought a shotgun on a whim and decided to modify it for killing demons just for fun. while he was playing with the gun in the middle of modifying it (to check for its general handling i believe?), trish looked at him and said that he acts on impulse so often it reminded her of a coyote. he heard that and went 🤔 and then said "screw it, ill name the gun coyote just for the hell of it". idk its a really small little thing in the middle of a fight scene but i thought it was really cute
HIII you're really cool!!! I love seeing your posts!!! <3 Can I pls request being friends with benefits with Peter maximoff have a good day
Pietro Maximoff Friends With Benefits Headcanons
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• When the two of you first decide to be friends with benefits, it would mainly be a way for him to have a release. He’s pretty pent up from a lot of stress he doesn’t let out, and if he’s comfortable enough to have that kind of relationship with you then he’ll make the most of it.
• After a while it may become a regular thing, weekly for sure. Once he’s used to getting his stress or energy out in one way, a way that he definitely enjoys, he’s going to keep at it for as long as you’ll let him.
• At first he may not think of your needs, but after a while he will start to feel a closer connection to you and put you before himself sometimes. Gradually it would become a mutual give and take, he’d be a bit more giving once he’s in more of a routine of being with you.
• He’s impatient, extremely impatient. It’s most likely that he’d be coming to you or going over to your place rather than needing to wait for you to show up where he is. He’s much faster than you are, so he really doesn’t want to be waiting around like he does for everyone else.
• Other people would probably find out by accident, but that would probably be if the two of you keep this arrangement up for a long time. If he wants this to keep going he’s going to do his best to keep his mouth shut not to ruin it, but there is a chance he could let little hints slip when he’s being obnoxious.
• After a while there would be a connection, but he’d never outright admit to it. If he was wanting to take it any further emotionally then he would do it in subtle ways, it would have to be you to say it out loud and take that next step for anything more than physical to happen during this arrangement.
You leave them speechless with your bikini (Part.1)
You arrives at a private X-Men beach in a stunning bikini, instantly capturing the attention of your crush who struggle to maintain their composure
Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Erik Lehnsherr, Warren Worthington III, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Jean Grey & Ororo Munroe
Logan Howlett (Wolverine)
The sun beats down on the secluded stretch of beach where the X-Men have gathered for a rare day off, the sounds of the waves lapping gently at the shore. Logan stands near the bonfire pit, his sharp eyes watching as his teammates laugh and splash around in the water, but his mind isn’t really on their fun. He’s more focused on the horizon, trying to find peace in the familiar scent of the ocean, but that all changes when you step onto the sand.
He glances over, and there you are, walking across the beach in a bikini that leaves very little to the imagination. His breath hitches slightly at the sight of you, all sun-kissed skin and effortless beauty. The way the sunlight plays off your body makes his throat tighten, and suddenly, Logan has to clench his fists to keep his composure. His sharp senses can pick up on everything about you—your scent, the warmth radiating from your skin, and the way your soft laughter reaches his ears.
You’re walking toward the water, completely oblivious to the effect you’re having on him, and for a moment, Logan’s mind goes blank, his usual cool exterior crumbling as he watches you. He can feel the animal inside him stir, the raw attraction that he tries so hard to keep in check roaring to life. His heart races, and it’s taking everything in him not to let his eyes linger too long, not to show just how much he’s affected.
"Whoa, Logan, you might wanna close your mouth before you start droolin'," comes a teasing voice from beside him. Logan turns to see Bobby grinning like an idiot, clearly enjoying his discomfort.
Logan growls low in his throat, but it’s more embarrassed than angry. "Shut it, Drake," he mutters, trying to ignore the way his face feels like it’s on fire. He can feel the heat rising in his body, a mix of frustration and longing swirling inside him, but he can’t risk losing control. Not here, not now.
Bobby snickers and pats Logan on the shoulder. "She’s somethin’ else, huh? Can’t say I blame you. If I had your senses, I’d probably be in trouble too."
Logan clenches his jaw, his eyes flicking back to you for a brief moment before he forces himself to look away. "Ain’t your business, Drake," he grumbles, though his tone lacks its usual bite.
But Bobby’s words only make it harder for Logan to push the thoughts away. Every time he catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye, his chest tightens. He wants to go over to you, wants to say something, but the tension between you two has been building for weeks, and he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back.
As the day wears on and the sun begins to set, Logan finds himself standing closer to you, the unspoken connection between you two almost tangible. You glance over at him, a soft smile on your lips, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world fades away. The temptation is too strong, the desire too overwhelming. He’s not sure how much longer he can pretend he’s not completely drawn to you.
Remy LeBeau (Gambit)
The day is hot and humid, the perfect weather for a beach trip. The X-Men had chosen a private stretch of sand, far away from prying eyes, and everyone was in high spirits. Remy, as usual, was the center of attention, making jokes and tossing cards into the air with casual grace. But when you step onto the sand in your bikini, his usual charm falters.
His red-on-black eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of you, walking toward the water with the sun hitting your skin just right. You look effortlessly stunning, the curves of your body accentuated by the swimsuit, and Remy can’t help but stare for a moment too long. He’s never been the kind of guy to be at a loss for words, but right now, he feels like someone just knocked the wind out of him.
"Mon dieu," he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he tries to regain his composure. But it’s no use—his heartbeat quickens, and his usual confidence wavers.
"Remy, you okay there?" Rogue’s voice breaks through his daze, and when he turns to look at her, she’s smirking, clearly enjoying the way he’s struggling to keep his cool. "Didn’t think I’d ever see you look so flustered."
Remy shoots her a playful glare, but there’s no hiding the flush creeping up his neck. "Ain’t flustered, cher," he says, but his voice lacks its usual smoothness.
Rogue chuckles, folding her arms across her chest. "Sure, sugar. Whatever you say."
Remy turns his attention back to you, watching as you laugh with some of the other X-Men, completely unaware of the effect you’re having on him. His chest tightens, and for the first time in a long time, Remy feels nervous. He’s always been confident, always known exactly what to say to charm someone, but with you, it’s different. There’s something real between you two, something that’s been simmering just below the surface for a while now, and it’s starting to drive him crazy.
The way your hips sway as you walk, the way your hair catches the sunlight—it’s all too much. He swallows hard, feeling the urge to go to you, to say something, to finally make a move. But he hesitates, unsure if now is the right time. The tension between you two is thick, and he’s not sure if pushing things further right now would be a good idea.
But then, you glance over at him, your eyes locking with his for just a second, and that’s all it takes. His heart skips a beat, and without thinking, he starts walking toward you, his usual swagger returning as he closes the distance between you two.
"Chère, y’ lookin’ like trouble today," he says, his voice low and smooth, though there’s a hint of nervous energy beneath the surface. He flashes you one of his trademark smiles, but this time, it’s a little more genuine, a little less playful.
You smile back, tilting your head slightly as you look up at him. "You sayin’ I’m too much for you to handle, Remy?"
He chuckles, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "Ain’t no such thing as too much when it comes to you, mon amour."
Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)
The beach day was meant to be relaxing, a break from the chaos that usually surrounded the X-Men. Kurt had been enjoying himself, teleporting from spot to spot around the beach, sometimes splashing in the water with his teammates and other times just relaxing in the shade. But all of that changes the moment you step onto the sand in your bikini.
Kurt’s yellow eyes go wide, his tail twitching nervously as he watches you walk by, the sun making your skin glow in a way that makes his heart race. You look stunning, the curves of your body making it hard for him to focus on anything else. His usual calm demeanor falters, and he suddenly feels a little self-conscious. He’s always been drawn to you, but seeing you like this, so effortlessly beautiful, is almost too much for him.
He quickly teleports to the edge of the beach, trying to collect himself. His body is burning with a mix of desire and embarrassment, and he’s not sure how to handle it. Kurt has always been shy when it comes to you, his feelings never fully spoken aloud, but the tension between you has been building for a long time.
"Having a hard time there, Kurt?" Kitty’s voice comes from beside him, and he jumps slightly, his tail curling in surprise.
"Nein, nein," he stammers, though his cheeks are darkened with a deep blush. "I-I’m fine, really."
Kitty raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her face. "Uh-huh. Sure. It’s not like you’re staring or anything."
Kurt groans softly, running a hand through his hair. "I wasn’t… staring," he mutters, though he knows that’s not entirely true. He had been staring—he couldn’t help it. You were just so… beautiful. And the feelings he’d been trying to keep under control were getting harder to ignore.
Kitty pats him on the back. "Good luck, Kurt. Looks like you might need it," she says before walking away, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Kurt takes a deep breath, his tail flicking nervously as he watches you from a distance. He wants to go to you, to say something, but he’s not sure how. The attraction between you two is undeniable, and he knows he can’t keep hiding how he feels forever.
Scott Summers (Cyclops)
The beach was calm, a private retreat for the X-Men to take a rare day off from their usual chaotic lives. Scott had found a spot under the shade of a large umbrella, sunglasses in place, enjoying the peaceful sound of the waves. He liked the quiet moments, where he could allow himself to relax. You, on the other hand, had been excited from the moment the trip was planned, eager to embrace the sun and sea.
Scott wasn’t prepared for what happened next. When you stepped out from behind one of the large rocks, wearing a bikini that hugged your curves in all the right places, his thoughts came to a screeching halt. He tried to maintain his usual calm, controlled demeanor, but it was difficult. His jaw tightened as he watched you move, the sunlight highlighting your figure as you walked toward the water. You hadn’t noticed his reaction yet, your carefree laughter blending with the sound of the ocean.
He adjusted his sunglasses, glad they were hiding the way his gaze followed you. A part of him wanted to stand up, walk over, and say something clever, but he could feel the heat rising in his body, his usual control slipping. Scott’s hands clenched into fists, trying to focus on anything else, but it was no use.
"Havin’ a little trouble, Summers?" Logan’s gruff voice came from beside him, and Scott immediately stiffened, his head turning sharply to the side.
Logan was smirking, arms crossed, clearly enjoying Scott’s discomfort. "Didn’t think you’d be the type to get rattled over a swimsuit."
Scott let out a slow breath, his jaw clenched. "I’m not rattled," he replied, trying to sound composed, though his voice was a little too tight. He glanced back at you, who was now wading into the water, your body shimmering under the sunlight.
"Right," Logan said, his smirk widening. "Just… y’know, if you’re havin’ trouble keepin’ your cool, maybe it’s time you make a move before someone else does."
Scott didn’t respond, but Logan’s words stuck with him. The tension between you two had been building for months, and Scott knew it. He’d kept his distance, not wanting to complicate things, but seeing you now, so carefree and beautiful, was making it harder and harder to stay composed. He couldn’t help but feel protective, the thought of anyone else stepping in to win your affections gnawing at him.
As you swam further out into the water, Scott stood up from his spot under the umbrella, his heart racing as he made a decision. It was time to stop holding back.
Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)
The beach wasn’t Erik’s usual scene. He preferred the cold steel of his lair or the sharp angles of his machines, but at the insistence of Charles and the others, he had agreed to join this rare moment of relaxation. He stood off to the side, watching the waves crash against the shore with a distant expression, his mind far from the present.
That is, until you emerged from one of the beach cabanas, dressed in a bikini that immediately drew his attention. Erik’s breath caught in his throat as he watched you walk across the sand, your beauty impossible to ignore. The way you carried yourself, the way the sunlight seemed to embrace you—it was enough to stir something deep within him, something primal.
You weren’t aware of his reaction, of the way his gaze followed you with an intensity he rarely allowed himself to feel. Erik prided himself on his control, on his ability to maintain a façade of indifference, but this… you… were making that increasingly difficult. His hand clenched at his side as he fought to maintain his composure, the magnetic energy around him humming softly in response to his heightened emotions.
"Quite the sight, isn’t she?" Charles’ voice broke through Erik’s thoughts, the familiar, calm tone both irritating and grounding at the same time.
Erik didn’t bother turning to look at his old friend, his eyes still locked on you as you dipped your toes into the water. "She always is," he replied, his voice lower than usual, filled with a tension that Charles undoubtedly noticed.
Charles chuckled softly, sensing the depth of Erik’s feelings. "You know, it wouldn’t hurt to let her know what she means to you."
Erik’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t a man prone to sentimentality, and yet, when it came to you, his defenses always seemed to waver. There had been an undeniable connection between you two for a long time, a mutual understanding of the world’s cruelty and beauty. But Erik had always hesitated to take that step, knowing the dangers that came with loving someone as fiercely as he wanted to love you.
"Sentiment is a weakness, Charles," Erik muttered, though even he didn’t fully believe it this time.
Charles shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Or perhaps, it’s the greatest strength of all."
As you turned and smiled in Erik’s direction, his heart skipped a beat. Maybe Charles was right. Maybe it was time to stop pretending that he didn’t feel anything. He wouldn’t allow the world to take this from him—not this time.
Warren Worthington III (Angel)
The sun was high in the sky, casting golden rays across the secluded beach where Warren had flown the X-Men for a much-needed break. With his wings stretched wide, Warren lounged on the soft sand, the sound of the waves providing a perfect backdrop to the otherwise peaceful day. He was the picture of relaxation, at least on the surface.
That all changed the moment you walked out of the changing cabana in your bikini.
His heart nearly stopped in his chest as he saw you, your skin glowing under the sunlight, your every movement graceful and captivating. Warren had always found you beautiful, but something about seeing you like this, so free and confident, stirred something deep within him. He tried to play it cool, lounging back as though he hadn’t just been struck dumb by the sight of you, but it was no use. His wings twitched, betraying his nervousness, and he felt his pulse quicken as you strolled toward the water.
Bobby, who had been building a sandcastle nearby, looked up at Warren with a wide grin. "Dude, you’re staring."
Warren blinked, snapping his gaze away from you as a flush crept up his neck. "I’m not staring," he said, though his voice didn’t quite carry the usual confidence.
Bobby snickered, leaning back on his hands. "Yeah, sure. Your wings are practically shaking, man."
Warren shot him a look, folding his wings a little tighter against his back in an attempt to regain control. "Mind your own business, Bobby," he muttered, though his eyes flicked back to you as you splashed playfully in the water, your laughter carrying on the breeze.
The truth was, Warren was having a hard time keeping his composure. The tension between you two had always been there, an unspoken attraction that neither of you had fully addressed, but seeing you like this, so effortlessly stunning, was making it impossible for him to ignore. His usual smooth charm faltered, and for the first time in a long while, Warren felt… vulnerable.
He wanted to go to you, to say something clever and sweep you off your feet the way he always imagined, but instead, he stayed rooted in place, unsure of how to approach the situation. His wings twitched again, and Bobby’s teasing laughter only made it worse.
"Come on, man," Bobby said, still grinning. "You’ve got wings. Just fly over there and make a move already."
Warren rolled his eyes but couldn’t deny the urge growing inside him. He wasn’t used to feeling this uncertain, but for you… it might be worth the risk. Standing up, he brushed the sand off his shorts, his wings unfolding as he glanced in your direction again. Maybe today was the day he’d finally stop hiding how he felt.
Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)
The beach was a blur of activity, mostly thanks to Pietro zipping around the shore, never able to sit still for more than a moment. You were used to his constant energy by now, but today, his focus seemed a little... off. It wasn’t until you stepped out of the changing room, wearing your new bikini, that you realized why.
Pietro froze mid-sprint, which was a rare occurrence for him. His eyes widened as they took you in, the gentle breeze tugging at your hair, the sunlight casting a warm glow on your skin. You smiled at him, completely unaware of the way his heart was practically racing even faster than usual. He cleared his throat, trying to play it cool, but his usual cocky smirk faltered, replaced by a look of genuine surprise and awe.
"Wow," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "That’s... I mean... you look—"
Before he could finish, a sharp whistle came from nearby. You didn’t notice, but Pietro did. Logan, leaning against one of the palm trees, raised an eyebrow at the speedster. "You gonna stand there gawking all day or actually do something about it, kid?"
Pietro shot Logan a glare, his usual confidence slowly seeping back into place. "Mind your business, old man," he grumbled, though he could feel the tips of his ears burning. Logan chuckled, clearly enjoying the younger mutant's discomfort.
Pietro’s gaze returned to you as you walked toward the shoreline, blissfully unaware of the exchange. He could feel his pulse quicken as he watched you, his usual bravado faltering just a bit. He knew he should make a move, say something, anything to let you know how he felt, but for the first time in a long time, he found himself at a loss for words.
With a deep breath, he decided to make his move—faster than you could blink, he was at your side, the usual teasing grin back on his face. "You know," he said, his voice low enough for only you to hear, "you’re making it really hard for me to concentrate on anything else right now."
Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)
Wanda Maximoff had always been intense, her emotions simmering just beneath the surface, controlled but always present. You knew that better than anyone, and today, as you stepped out onto the beach, you could feel that intensity directed at you in a way that sent shivers down your spine.
The beach was quiet, only a few of the X-Men scattered across the sand, but the moment Wanda saw you in that bikini, it was like the world fell away. Her eyes darkened, her lips parting slightly as she watched you walk toward the shore. You could feel her gaze on you, and it wasn’t just casual. It was hungry, a heat that made your skin prickle with awareness.
You waded into the water, letting the cool waves wash over your ankles, and when you turned back to look at her, you caught the moment she tore her eyes away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Wanda wasn’t one to lose control easily, but around you, it seemed she couldn’t help it.
"You’re staring," Pietro’s voice cut through the quiet, and you saw him lounging nearby, his usual smirk plastered on his face. "Not very subtle, sis."
Wanda shot him a glare that could have melted metal, but it didn’t stop him from chuckling. "Shut up, Pietro," she hissed, but the damage was done. Her composure was shaken, and now, she knew you had noticed.
Wanda stood up, brushing sand from her legs as she made her way toward you, her steps purposeful, but you could see the slight hesitation in her eyes. She was powerful, confident, but when it came to you, she seemed almost unsure, as if she wasn’t entirely certain how to handle the way she felt.
"You okay?" you asked, a small smile playing on your lips as she stopped beside you, her eyes locking onto yours.
"Fine," she replied quickly, too quickly, and you raised an eyebrow.
"Wanda..." You took a step closer, your voice soft. "You don’t have to hide how you feel."
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, the tension between you was thick, almost suffocating. Wanda's fingers brushed against yours, and the simple touch sent a spark through you both. She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes said everything. You could see the desire, the need she had been trying to keep under control, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before she gave in.
Jean Grey (Phoenix)
The beach was serene, with the waves gently lapping at the shore and the soft hum of the wind weaving through the trees. Jean was sitting on a towel, a relaxed smile on her face as she watched the others enjoy the rare day off. She hadn’t expected you to take her breath away, but that’s exactly what happened when you strolled down the sand in your bikini.
Jean’s eyes followed your every movement, her usually composed demeanor shaken for just a moment. You were stunning, the sun reflecting off your skin in a way that made her heart skip a beat. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, though she tried to keep her expression neutral.
As you waded into the shallow water, Jean’s thoughts raced, and she struggled to maintain her usual control. The tension between the two of you had been growing for some time now, an unspoken attraction that was always there, simmering beneath the surface. She had always tried to keep her feelings in check, worried about the complications that might arise if she let them show. But now, seeing you like this, it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the pull.
"She’s beautiful, isn’t she?" Scott’s voice broke through Jean’s thoughts, and she blinked, turning to look at him. He wasn’t teasing, just observant, and Jean felt a pang of jealousy twist in her chest. She quickly pushed it down, forcing a smile.
"She is," Jean replied softly, her eyes drifting back to you as you laughed, splashing in the water. "But it’s more than that. She just... has this energy."
Scott nodded, though he didn’t say anything more, leaving Jean alone with her thoughts. As you turned back to glance at her, your smile radiant, Jean felt her resolve begin to crack. Maybe it was time to stop hiding behind her fears and take a chance on what she truly wanted.
Ororo Munroe (Storm)
The air around the beach was warm, with just the right hint of a breeze to keep things comfortable. Ororo had spent the morning making sure the weather was perfect for the outing, her powers ensuring a clear, sunny sky without a cloud in sight. She was standing near the water’s edge, her feet sinking into the sand, enjoying the peace of the day when she saw you.
The way the sunlight kissed your skin as you stepped onto the beach in a bikini left Ororo momentarily speechless. She had always known you were beautiful, but seeing you like this, so effortlessly confident and radiant, stirred something deep within her. She wasn’t the type to be easily rattled, always so in control of herself and her surroundings, but for a split second, she felt a crack in her calm exterior.
Your laughter reached her ears as you splashed into the water, completely unaware of the way Ororo’s gaze lingered on you. She could feel the tension building in her chest, a mixture of admiration and desire, though she maintained her poised stance. Ororo prided herself on her ability to remain level-headed, but the sight of you was testing that self-control.
"You okay, ‘Ro?" Rogue’s voice came from behind her, and Ororo turned, her serene expression back in place.
"Yes," she replied with a small smile, though her thoughts were still focused on you. Rogue followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
"Looks like someone’s got you a little distracted," Rogue teased lightly, nudging Ororo’s arm.
Ororo’s lips twitched into a soft smile, but she didn’t deny it. The truth was, she had been distracted by you for some time now, the connection between the two of you growing stronger with each passing day. She had always kept her feelings close to her chest, not wanting to let them cloud her judgment, but seeing you here now, so carefree and beautiful, made it harder to maintain her usual restraint.
As you waded further into the water, Ororo took a deep breath, her eyes softening. Maybe it was time to let go of the careful distance she had been keeping.
A/N: I'm gonna eat my fist. I need DMC-themed dividers so badly. I also just learned headcanons is spelled with one N not two so go ahead and clown me 🤡
DMC 4 Nero is just hfvchsfvsOFVCgv 👅
While in the process of making this post, I didn't have a banner for Vergil, so I opened up DMC and nearly broke my computer taking screenshots.
C/W: SA Mentions (Dante), Swearing
Characters: Dante, Nero, Vergil, V
↠ Right off the bat for Dante, Vergil, and Nero have fangs, and they are a bit hotter (temperature-wise from demon heritage)
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↠ Right off the bat, I wanna say the fact that his SA Trauma (DMC1 Novel) isn't talked about enough :(. Dante is literally the type of person to put others before himself IMAGINE the type of session he would have if he got a therapist. He has a LOT of childhood trauma to unpack.
↠ A lot of people say Dante is Aroace, I sort of have to disagree. Dante actively has pin up posters of woman ALL over the office and literally reads slap and tickle magazines (He can slap and tickle something on my face). Asexual no, Aromantic?? I don't think he gaf actually, but if he did enter a relationship, he would totally be loyal to them and would absolutely whipped.
↠ I also think he wouldn't care too much about marriage. Like if you want to do it sure yeah, but it's more of a "Why do legal papers need to prove I love you"
↠ His love language is physical touch. In a relationship, he'd be all about consent. I could see him being handsy if you enjoyed it, but he would back off if you said no. I could also see him not caring too much about PDA.
↠ "It's okay to commit murder, but it's not okay to disrespect your wife." or whatever that one quote was.
↠ He listens to Guns n Roses cuz I said so
↠ He sleeps butt ass naked but got yelled at to put clothes on when he accidentally flashed someone. He sleeps with boxers, specifically the really ridiculous patterned and silly ones.
↠I could see him being good at drawing. He also plays the guitar (also where tf did he learn the guitar hello?? Hb was shredding in DMC3)
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↠ If Vergil knew Nero was his son, I don't think he would've left. (Even though he was probably 18 when Nero was born). He wouldn't have wanted Nero to feel abandoned or feel what Vergil felt when the house was attacked by demons.
↠ Even though it's not canon, I love the idea of Vergil having V's tattoos.
↠ CANNOT for the life of him use technology. Giving him any kind of technology is the equivalent of giving a Victorian child a device. His phone would be a Nokia though.
↠ Because of his demon powers, he automatically emits Bury The Light and has to turn it off manually.
↠ He also has a plastic lawn chair that he carries around with him to sit on.
↠ If he was interested in someone, his 'flirting' would either be staring at you from afar, looking like he wants to kill you, or actually courting you.
↠ His love language would be quality time or acts of service. I could see him reading poetry to his partner before bed, but I could also see him doing chores and errands for them.
↠ Since he reads William Blake, I could also see him writing his own poetry.
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(Where my hug at ahh pose)
↠ Called Dante dad once.
↠ In DMC 4, He's Punk/Emo, but in DMC 5 he lost his emo-ness 💔so now he's just Punk.
↠ Listens to MCR I bet he cried when they announced they got back together. (I actually have a playlist dedicated to his emo era)
↠ When he gets a partner, I could see his love language being physical touch, or quality time. If his partner was a demon hunter like him I could see him using demon hunting as bonding or making it a friendly competition like whoever kills the least amount of demons has to wash dishes, or maybe something freaky.
↠ As for physical touch, I don't think he's too handsy, at least in public, but in private, I could see him being clingy.
↠ Drinks Monster more than he drinks water, specifically Ultra Blue or Mango Loco.
↠ Is a victim of getting called a slur in 2012 Call of Duty lobbies.
↠ Mains Sub-Zero in Mortal Kombat, I could see him maining Yoru in Valorant.
↠ Bullies kids on Roblox, almost got banned when someone stole his ember lily on grow a garden.
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↠ As I stated before HE IS GOTH NOT EMO AND I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL.
↠ Reads poetry? Goth behavior. Wears black and has tattoos? Goth behavior. Has a bird and a panther as a pet? Goth behavior. I KNOW ONE OF US WHEN I SEE US. The Eric Draven mod is 👅
↠ He listens to Type O Negative because I said so.
↠ Because he and Vergil are one of the same, two branches or whatever he said in that one scene, he writes his own poetry.
↠ I don't think he's extroverted, but I don't think he's introverted like he's just existing. He's not quiet but not loud you know what I mean But when he does open his mouth, flowers come out instead of words.
↠ His love language is quality time and words of affirmation. No further explanation needed.
