my clone headcanons: falling asleep together after sex
a/n: ngl writer’s block is slamming me so hard rn 😵
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warnings: suggestive content
hunter stares at you with a soft, tired smile, lazily stroking his hand down your hair. his touch soothes you to sleep, but your slow blinks tell him that you’re fighting to stay awake a little longer. “looks like i didn’t wear you out enough, huh?” he teases, his voice low and scratchy. you blush and bury your face into his chest as he cups the back of your head and drops a kiss to your scalp, sighing softly to inhale your sweet scent.
tech brushes the back of his hand against your cheek as he watches you through sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes. although your eyes are closed, you feel his stare and mumble, “what?” into your pillow. he drops his hand and lays it over your waist, pulling you closer like he’s about to tell you a secret. his lips meet the slightly furrowed spot between your eyebrows. “nothing, my love, go to sleep,” he whispers, kissing you softly.
wrecker has you laid down on his chest as he rubs your back and presses slow kisses to the top of your head. your legs are tangled together, and he holds your whole weight to himself, just the way he likes it. his hand runs down to cup your ass, gently squeezing your thighs to massage the sore pain away even though he knows it’ll be worse tomorrow. “you did good, baby, get some rest now…” he mumbles low under his breath.
crosshair smirks at his ability to put you to sleep after fucking you into a helpless heap of bones, your body all curled up in his side with not much to talk back about. you throw your leg over his side as he pulls you under the nook of his arm, holding you firm and close. his lips gently touch the crown of your head, and he murmurs, “told you i’d tire you out,” chuckling quietly when you knock your fist on his chest and whisper, “shut up…”
echo doesn’t actually fall asleep until way after you do, but he’s quiet at your side as he traces your features with a light, gentle fingertip, starting at your face before running across your collarbones. he adjusts your blankets to cover your topless body, his gaze softening at how peaceful you look. but then you start squirming around, looking for him subconsciously, and he tucks you into his side, whispering, “shhh, it’s alright…”
wolffe usually has very little to say after intimacy, just a final, bossy little “come here” with his arm extended. he pulls you close as you snuggle into him, his hand coming down to rub your bare shoulder, your skin so soft that he feels wrong for touching it. you smooth your palm over his stomach, letting your fingers roam free over his sculpted body before moving up, where his heartbeat thrums hard. “you’re so strong,” you purr quietly, “so sexy.” he makes a low, tired sound under his breath; something between a grunt and a chuckle. “mhmm, save it for the mornin’,” he mutters, rolling over to spoon you.
fox can’t help but feel that he’s intruding on something private and vulnerable when he sees you start to doze off, your fingers grasping at his hand like you’re scared he’s going to leave. he’s not used to the gentle intimacy of falling asleep together after sex, but you squeeze him tight and whimper, “stay.” he wraps his arms around you protectively and kisses the top of your head. “i’m not goin’ anywhere, baby, just get some sleep…”
cody grips your thigh when you throw a leg over his side, his rough hand contrastingly gentle as he rubs along the inside, catching all the sore spots and the dark marks he left behind. you squirm in his tight hold, prompting him to kiss the top of your head and murmur, “i’m sorry, baby, don’t hate me in the morning.” you shake your head and drape your arm over his torso, hugging him close. “i won’t,” you promise him sleepily.
mayday is the type to fall asleep fast once he’s all done cleaning you up and dressing you in his clothes, as if his energy just completely plummets. you lean against his chest, and you swear you hear the faintest snore coming from him. “did you fall asleep already?” you ask, tugging at his beard. he lets out a groaning sound and rolls over, crushing you in his big arms. “mhm, sweet dreams, baby,” he whispers in your ear.
rex lays his head down on your chest, his favorite place to fall asleep as you cradle him to your soft, warm body. his arms are snug around your torso, and he fits between your legs like you’re two puzzle pieces magnetized to each other. you scratch his head gently while dozing off together, his lips occasionally pressing ticklish kisses to your stomach. “please don’t let me oversleep tomorrow,” he mutters under his breath.
fives collapses his whole weight on top of you once you’re all cleaned up and buries his face into your chest. his bare skin is warm against yours as he wraps you up in his strong arms, trailing slow, sleepy kisses over the dark hickeys he left along your collarbones. “mm, you’re heavy,” you whine despite clutching at his backside. he groans softly and latches his lips around the side of your neck. “just can’t get enough of you…”
kix tugs your covers over your body and leans down to kiss your forehead. “you okay, baby, anything else i can get for you?” he asks softly, brushing his fingertips over your cheek. you shake your head and reach for him. “no, just come here,” you whisper, opening up your arms to hug him gently, your bodies fitting together comfortably. he presses your foreheads together and closes his eyes, still slowly caressing your face.
jesse knocks out almost immediately, hugging you like a koala with his arms and legs wrapped around you from the side. “please don’t go anywhere, baby, i need you,” he mumbles a little incoherently, his voice muffled and barely there, but still genuine from the heart. you kiss the top of his head and whisper, “i’m here, jesse,” sighing as he squeezes you a little tighter before slowly relaxing his body from your reassurance.
hardcase loves being spooned after sex; especially when you scratch your nails down his back and kiss his shoulder blades. you press the side of your face into his feverishly warm skin and sigh, lightly running your hands over his stomach where you start to tease the waistband of his boxers. he laughs and laces your fingers together, rolling over to pin your body under his with a sleepy smirk. “you plan on keepin’ me up all night?”
gregor lets you use his bicep as a pillow, laying his arm out for you to rest your head against it. but then you quickly find yourself in a headlock as he turns your bodies over and hugs you tight, his muscular forearm locking you against him with no wiggle room to escape. “gonna have the best sleep of my life, mhm,” he mumbles in your ear, dozing off from pure exhaustion, both of your bodies deliciously sore and spent.
howzer could be put right to sleep from the feeling of your hands running through his tangled, messy hair, all disheveled after you spent hours tugging at it desperately as he fucked you wild. he sighs in content and buries his face into your chest, tucking his head right under your chin as you hug each other close. “you feel so good,” he mumbles, rubbing his rough hands over your bare backside, skin to skin under the sheets.
emerie always looks perfectly messy after sex, especially with her wavy hair finally let down. you stare at her as she runs a lazy hand across the curve of your body, both of you laying on your sides just inches apart. “you’re so pretty,” you whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear while leaning in to kiss her nose. she drags you closer with the hand on your hip, bringing your foreheads together as she closes her eyes. “so are you.”
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