A/n: not proofread, I’m too lazy to correct any mistakes, sorry:3
The beginning
Leone has never thought himself to be a type of person to fall in love at first sight. Moreover, the whole idea seemed extremely stupid to him - to be infatuated with a person just from one glance, without saying as much as a single word to them? Completely ridiculous and stupid.
Yet here he was. Mouth slightly agape, teacup suspended midair in his hand halfway to its saucer, ombré eyes roaming your form up and down as you stood next to Bruno, smiling at the whole team all as Capo introduced you. You weren’t a permanent member of the squad, Don Giovanna sent you just for this one upcoming mission, deeming your stand’s ability suitable for it. Abbacchio quickly regained control over his body, placing poor teacup back onto its matching plate and clearing his throat silently before nodding at you once and uttering single “Leone”.
The whole duration of this first meeting Abbacchio was throwing glances your way, evaluating your strengths and guessing at your stand’s ability (also noting the lack of any rings on both your ring fingers). He didn’t pull any tricks on you the way he did with Giorno, he was just his usual cold and unbothered self (sigma chad type shi), speaking only when spoken to. But oh the way you curved those soft lips of yours in a small smile when you caught him staring, Leone swears his heart skipped a beat.
Next few days were spent planning the upcoming mission and modifying your plan accordingly, memorising enemies’ known abilities and their safe house’s layout. And the more time Leone spent with you, the more his infatuation grew. The way your demeanour switched from playful and sweet to dead serious and cold-blooded the moment work was involved, oh how it thrilled him.
Outside of the work you’re the definition of “opposites attract” trope - Leone needs someone cheerful and outgoing to coax him out of his shell, and that you are. Leone sees you as a definition of “sunshine” - everything does look brighter and more fun with you around. You chat him up effortlessly, and without noticing Abbacchio has been rambling on for 10 good minutes, conversations flow so easily with you.
One day, after team’s meeting was done, Leone offered to drop you off wherever that is you needed (he’s driving anyway and it would be stupid if you had to order a taxi and it’s not like he’s trying to make up excuses to spend more time with you) and imagine blonde’s surprise when you said excitedly “Oh my god I love this band!” as one of his favourites started playing on his car’s stereo. He glanced over at you, asking more about the music you liked, and you can guess how excited he was to find out that your music tastes aligned almost perfectly. Needless to say that the next day you two went to a record store after all work was done for the day. And the rest is history.
Mundane bliss
Now this man is NOT used to affection, it took Leone quite some time to get used to you hugging him from behind in the morning or kissing the top of his head as you go past him when he’s sitting down. And please don’t mention him flinching whenever you touch him unexpectedly, it scares him and Leone feels embarrassed immediately afterwards
It’s no secret that Leone barely gets any sleep due to night terrors, best case scenario being 4-5 hours of slumber. But with you? The first time you shared one bed with Abbacchio he literally got knocked out. Blacked out. Slept like a dead man - you get the idea. Leone already feels very safe with you (that’s why he’s sharing a bed with you in the first place) and combined with you scratching his back with your nails and cooing in his ear about your day - man was out in 5 minutes, bless his soul. And he opened his eyes 8 perfect hours later, only to find you sleeping soundly right next to him, soft morning light dancing on the skin of your neck. That was the most peaceful night he’s had in years - no dreams, no sleep paralysis, no turning and thrashing around his bed, just deep calm sleep engulfed in warm fuzzy darkness.
You have to touch up his roots every 2 weeks. At this point it’s become sort of ritual between you two - grabbing a bottle of wine with some snacks, wrapping a tattered dedicated towel around Leone’s broad shoulders and getting started. And yes, you definitely have ugly pictures of Leo with foil all around his head
Playful bickering is his love language. If you’re more sensitive and get hurt by mean words easily - you’re gonna have hard time with him. If not, AND if you talk back - that’s a perfect combo. “Don’t say that ever again, you make yourself look stupid” - “Not nearly as stupid as those shoes of yours” - “Wow how original. What are you, five?” - “Yeah, five inches deep in your mom” That, ladies and gentlemen, is the most normal interaction between you two.
This man is a professional rage-baiter, he’d repeat something you’ve just said in a high pitched voice looking you dead in the eyes, poke you into ribs and then pretend like nothing happened and he has no idea what you’re talking about, take your favourite mug specifically out of them all just to get a reaction out of you. BUT if you try doing the same to him he’s getting pissed off and whiny, what a hypocrite 🙄
You’re the only person who is allowed to braid his hair. Usually he just wears it down or in a messy bun (that comes undone in fifteen minutes lol). He doesn’t like being touched in general, but especially on his hair. So when you come up behind him, running your fingers through his silver hair and he doesn’t even complain?? Man, that means much
He used to be pretty muscular back when he was a cop bc of all the training (and he tried to stay lean for girls’ attention let’s be real) but after that incident with his colleague everything went downhill, including his self care habits. He didn’t really workout as such before getting with you, just enough exercise kept himself lean. But after you two became a thing Leone decided to get a grip of himself and become the best version of himself for you. He started dieting and eating healthy, going to gym three times a day (when he’s off missions ofc), and istg in like 3-4 months he became pretty jacked again, testosterone does wonders. Leone would look you dead in the eyes and say “I thought your legs needed a firmer rest when they lay on my shoulders” tsk tsk you can’t take him nowhere
NSFW
First time together: I don’t think Leone would just jump headfirst into sex life with you, instead he’d build up the tension bit by bit, teasing until you’re ready for it. Now he’s a huuuuge makeout enthusiast, always starting off light and innocent, just a few kisses here and there while keeping you close by your waist. And from there Leone would slowly start turning it up a notch, his touches would linger for longer, kisses will become hungrier and his hands would roam your body way bolder, pressing himself tight against you.
Thus your first time getting intimate would start off as a heated makeout, with your back laid against soft pillows, Leone hovering over you, hips grinding against each other. He breaks your kiss, a string of saliva connecting your shiny lips, but you wouldn’t allow it, chasing his mouth with yours, locking your feet behind his back to not let him get away. And that desire you clung onto him with? Leone knew instantly that he was gone. His kisses became greedier, hands roaming your body bolder, quickly finding your needy clit covered by drenched panties.
He’s such a messy kisser - he likes it wet and sloppy, with a lot of tongue and gentle biting. Tug on his hair gently as you deepen the kiss - Leone will melt in your arms, clinging to you harder.
Shameless spitter - he would order you to open your mouth wide and swallow a white globe of his saliva, you can feel him twitch inside you when you actually do swallow. Would spit a fat globe on your pussy while balls deep inside, using it instead of lube to rub tight circles around your clit with his thumb, matching his hand’s pace with each deep stroke he lands inside you.
Hot take - he actually kinda likes it when you put him in his place. Tell him to shut the fuck up, put him on his knees and ride his face mercilessly, slap him and call him your stupid bitch - Leone will bust a nut in his pats embarrassingly fast.
At first he’d be almost reluctant to get intimate with you - he doesn’t want you to feel pressured to have sex with him, to the point that it almost feels like he doesn’t want you. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth - there’s nothing he wants more than to have you beneath himself! But the farther your relationship develops and the more comfortable he grows with you - Leone will be always down to fuck. In the morning? - hell yeah! After lunch? - it helps with digestion, didn’t you know? In the evening? - helps falling asleep hehe. Once your relationship is established for good and he feels safe around you Leo unleashes all of his freak, iykwim😏
A/n: hope you enjoyed it, dear reader! Now, don’t spend too much time on Tumblr - read good books, watch movies - good or bad, enjoy time with your family and friends, go for a walk, play with your pet if you have one. Enjoy life, no matter how dark times seem to be, and take care, dearest reader🩷
Casual sex with mercenary Wade. It’s irritating to have a guy with such a running mouth to have such a devastating dick game. Half the time he walks in through your door you’re rolling your eyes at whatever comment slips from his lips, objectifying or sleazy whichever he could conjure up staring at your braless chest, finger slipping to tug on the band of your cute animal print panties to take a peek at the neatly trimmed nature of your cunt, “Well hi there kitty,” he coos, hardly budging when you shove him off, coy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Strong fingers are reaching around to grope your tits while he’s got his cock stuffed into your squealching cunt, face mushed into the sheets, drool seeping from the corners of your lips as you mewl and writhe back against him, “That’s it, kitty, purr for Wade,” he groans, the slick sounds of raw sex obscenely filling the space between your bodies, a debauched moan coming from the back of Wade's throat as the wet sounds of his cock sinking into your cunt grow louder, “Oh, she is loud tonight—you hearing this? My girls a real talker—” “Wade—” “Sh-sh, I think she’s trying to tell me she missed me.” “Wade, shut the fuck up—ah—” your body lurches forward against the mattress when his fingers push down into your spine, yanking the fat of your hips back against him, the sharp arch shifting the angle of his cock dragging long and deep inside your walls. Your annoyances fall into pitchy obscenities, lids falling heavy as your face scrubs up and down the sheets with the force of his sheathes, skin slapping and the slick sounds of your pussy overtaking your previous grievances, “There you go, kitty, no more interruptions. Your mommys just got such a mouth on her, hm?"
✧･ﾟ:clark’s a coddler. It doesn’t matter what kind of sex you were having—rough, slow, nothing but hand stuff or full, deep, thick rolls of his cock into your dripping pussy—Clark is going to treat it like you’re a fragile, priceless work of art that he just spilled all over. Baths, food, water, carrying you around like a princess; nothing is off the table. Not for you. Not to him. The whole world can wait until he’s made sure. You’re comfortable and safe.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
✧･ﾟ:he isn’t very insecure about anything, but he also finds it egotistical—in a way he never really wants to indulge—to have a “favorite part” of himself. If asked what his favorite part of you is, he’ll list things off until someone shuts him up. Your eyes that look at him like he’s the sun, your mouth that curves into the prettiest smile in the world, your hands that work so carefully on everything and fit perfectly in his, there’s no limit to your beauty. Not in his eyes. But that also means that if you push him for his favorite body part, he’ll cave just to make you happy. Giving the easy answer—his hands, because he knows you love them—just to shut you up and go back to singing your praises.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
✧･ﾟ:when he was younger, Clark was a little disgusted by his own anatomy. It was the least human part of him—visibly—and he thought it would make it harder for him to have intimate relationships with humans. When he came, it was brutal. So much of it that he didn’t even know what to do, and limited himself to jerking off in the shower to make the cleanup easier. Then he meets you, and learns that—for all your sweetness and clever talk—you’re a little bit of a fucking degenerate. You get on your knees and beg him to put it all on your face, and when he tries to tell you to stand up, that you don’t have to do that just for him, you glower and snap that you want to. And who is he, to ever tell you no?
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Since he’s supposed to be a good, well-raised, kind boy, Clark views most of his own desire as a dirty secret. He respects women, they’re for more than sex, and thinking of anyone like that makes him worry he’s no better than a man who can’t keep his dick in his pants. But that doesn’t stop the hunger. He craves it, craves you, so much that he has to just lock himself in the bathroom some days, to breathe through his nose and ride the hunger out. He wants to do things to you that are not progressive or nice. For such a good man, it sure does make his cock rock hard to think of manhandling you around and spitting in your mouth. Always the quiet ones, they say. And Clark sure does keep himself quiet, when he’s jerking off to the idea of marking you up and fucking you until the bed breaks.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Clark doesn’t really sleep around. It’s not his style. If he wants someone, he wants them entirely, and casual isn’t exactly viable when he has to worry about his powers. A hookup will notice the… not so small anatomical differences between him and a human. They’ll notice how they scratch his back and nothing happens, and the cum, and the other stuff. As such, Clark doesn’t have that high a body count, but he’s devoted. When he’s with you, he’ll memorize everything that makes you tic, and “experience” won’t be something you’re thinking about at all.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
There’s an animalistic part of Clark he controls almost everywhere. He’s not going to rut like a dog against your leg, he’s not going to bite near your neck or back you against the wall just to smell your neck. He’s controlled, in the daylight. But only in the daylight. When he’s got you in bed, there’s nothing he loves more than rolling you on top of him, pinning you down on his cock, and fucking up into you like a feral animal. It’s safer to go a little harder when you’re over him, and there’s nothing like watching your tits bounce in his face, feeling your thighs tremble around his waist, and knowing that between his hands and gravity, he’s deep enough inside of you that you can’t even form a sentence.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
The first few times, when he’s worried about breaking you, Clark is deeply serious. The idea of hurting you terrifies him, worse than a nightmare, and he holds you like you’re glass, brow knitted and jaw clenched as he tries not to let a single ounce of control slip. But then you get used to each other, and Clark gets less afraid, and it’s all jokes and smiles and kisses all over your face before he sheathes himself deep into your cunt. He might get more serious when you’re approaching orgasm, but the small smile never drops from his face. He’s not good at being serious when he’s comfortable, and he’s never more comfortable than when he’s with you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Clark keeps everything about himself well groomed. It’s not something he actively even thinks about, just a way to feel a little more clean and human and collected. He’s got a decent bush and snail trail and scattered of hair on his arms and chest and legs. It’s warm and easy to curl into. You try to talk him into a beard to match the rest of it. He laughs and always says no, but you’ll get him one day. In the far, far future, you’ll get him.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
There might not be a more romantic man in the world. It’s not even something he puts a lot of effort into, that’s just the way he is. He kisses every inch of you he can reach, praises you with low, soft words that he means right now to the bottom of his heart, and chants that he loves you like a prayer until you fall over the edge together. He sees loving you as a proper form of worship, and there’s not really a better place to tend to the alter than when you’re this close. If he could, he’d keep you like that forever. Warm and loved and his.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He does it more than he ever wants to admit. He almost can’t help it sometimes, his cock aching with need, you not in arms reach, sweat beading on his brow and his hand mindlessly palming against his bulge. He learned how to take care of himself, when he was just pining after you from a distance. Sometimes he calls you, when you’re on a work trip, just to hear your voice and fuel himself for later in the shower. After you get together he does try to limit it, but he’s got a higher sex drive than a human and he doesn’t want to wear you out. Sometimes, when you’re spent on he’s still hard, you tell him to just jerk off over you and cum on your tits. He thinks you’re far too good to be real.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Clark doesn’t like admitting to most of his kinks, so you find out about them through observation. After months of being together, it occurs to you that he’s always rutting his cum into your cunt after, pressing you into the mattress with a hand splayed on your stomach and a focused knit in his brow. It’s after he fingerfucks his release back inside that you ask him if he’s got a breeding kink, and he blushes like a teenager caught with a porno magazine. He mumbles that it’s just an instinct he can’t help, and you kiss his pouting lips and tell him you like it. After that, he becomes insatiable about it, filling you up until your eyes are rolling back, until you’re worried that your birth control is going to be useless.
After the breeding, you notice that he grinds against you in his sleep, that you often wake up with his hand under your shirt and his cock pressed into your ass. You guide him up to your breasts, and murmur that if he just needs to take what he wants, you trust him. After that, you find yourself being woken up by soft kisses over your clit or his cock pressed into your pulsing cunt as he rolls slow, soft thrusts. You come apart as you wake up, smiling at him all dazed and sleepy, and he somehow never feels bigger.
Clark doesn’t even know he likes overstimulation until you ask him to do it. At first he thinks it would be cruel, but then you say you’d like it, and he always wants to do something you’d like. It’s fast after that, when he realizes that there’s nothing better than making you nonverbal and trembling, looking at him like a savoir even when he’s the one who tortured you in the first place. You keep pleading for him, even when you can’t raise a hand. Watching your whole body seize up and hearing your screams of his name when makes you cum again and again, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
For all of his dirty talk and filthy fucking, Clark really just wants to fuck in a nice, soft bed. To him, it offsets the borderline whore-ish way he’s treating you, and makes everything softer and more intimate. He spits in your mouth and tugs your hair, but you’re wrapped in his blankets and being fucked into a soft mattress that absorbs the force of every thrust. It makes it easier to clean you up after, when the bathroom is right down the hall and he can wrap you in a warm shirt after he turns you into a boneless, drooling mess.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
There’s a level of Clark that’s turned on by almost everything you do. Soft hands brushing on his arm and kisses to his cheek make his cock twitch. Watching you mouth off and boss him around makes his gut heat, and just a teasing smile makes his skin heat. But the thing that gets him going more than anything else is when you just stare at him. When he’s already got sweaty palms from proximity and you lean just an inch forward, tracing your fingers up his inner thigh, the engine already revving in your hungry gaze. He licks his lips, asking if you’re sure, even when he’s barely holding himself back. You nod, and all bets are off.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Clark will give it to you rough, but never too rough. He demands safe words, even when you’re barely doing anything, always worried that he’s going to snap you in half. You can talk him in to trying almost anything new, but he’s always going to be overly cautious. Most of his turn offs involve complete degradation, because while dirty talk and toying with you can be mixed with praise, treating you like trash just makes him feel too mean. It’s alright, though. He’s got a dirty enough mouth to fully make up for it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
You on your knees for him is a dream he’s never been able to get out of his head. Your hands braced on his thighs, your eyes watering with the size of him being forced down your throat, it’s the one selfish thing he indulges. You love it too much for him to feel bad about it, grinding down onto his foot or a pillow between your thighs, maybe just the air as you beg and moan for friction. He cums down your throat and all over your face, and you never look prettier. He’ll grab you by the hair and pin you to the bed after, losing himself in the flood between your thighs, making you clench and gush and scream. You’re already on the edge from sucking his cock, and that just makes it all the better for both of you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Clark loves both, depending on what you beg for. Fast until the bed breaks and you’re choking on his name, or slow when he’s trying to worship your body and keep himself under control. Ironically, it’s when he has the most control that he fucks you like an animal, splitting you open on his cock, tossing you around, and making you suck on his fingers while he turns you into a gushing puddle. When he’s more unsure or on edge, he takes the time to use you to regain that semblance of control, kissing over your breasts and dragging his cock through your wet folds until you’re begging.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Clark doesn’t love quickies. He’s wants to give you his full attention when he touches you, and anything less than that feels disrespectful. However, if you give him full, begging doe-eyes, he’s doesn’t really have the power to deny you. He’ll use his fingers or mouth to get you off when you’re really desperate, taking you apart quickly and kissing your parted lips with a promise of more later. The real danger is when you don’t let that be enough, and the quckie is suddenly taking an hour.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
The only person that can talk Clark into experimenting is you, and it takes a lot of effort. Promises that you’ll be okay, that you know you’ll like it, that he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to, but you think he’d like it to. He’s rarely the one receiving rather than giving, so his worry more comes from that fear that he’ll overexert you or cross a line. He wants to try choking or bondage or whatever, but he needs to really be sure that you want it to.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
All night. Every night. Another, secret benefit of the yellow sun. His stamina and durability go just as far in his sex life as they do everywhere else. He can go as long as you let him, fucking you for hours straight and never tapping out. If he’s trying to hold back, it’s mostly for the sake of not drowning you in his cum. He could reach his peak and still be harder than anyone else you’ve ever been with. It’s a perfect torture that you never want to lose.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
If Clark has toys, they’re only for you. He likes the remote vibrator more than he’ll ever admit, giving him a way to satisfy your needy pussy when he doesn’t have the time to take care of it himself. He can smell it from across the room, and feel that desperate, hopeful look raking over his body. He gives you a small smile and squeezes your thigh, and you whine. You’ll get the real thing the moment you’re alone, but this is almost better for him than it is for you, so he’s going to stretch it out.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Clark doesn’t know how to tease. He wants you, and he makes it obvious when he’s allowed. He goes to touch you because he needs to, and he never wants you to think he doesn’t just want to mold into you forever. If anything, all the teasing he does is completely by accident. Kissing you a little too deeply, squeezing your knee with only the intention of showing some affection, rolling up his sleeves in that damn white shirt, showing off the arms you want wrapped around your neck. Sometimes he just walks around the apartment naked, and acts like you’re the crazy one for getting worked up about it. He doesn’t see himself as the living wet dream that he is, sometimes forgetting that he’s 200 pounds of Kansas beef you want to shove your face into. HE gets sheepish when you remind him, and it’s adorable, right up until he fucks you like the dog he tries not to be.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s a whimperer when he’s in control, and shouter when he’s not. He worries that even too loud a sound will scare you, like you’re some woodland creature. You clench around him and roll your hips to pull out those deep, guttural moans. He sighs against your skin and groans with every thrust, and you think that just listening to him would be enough to get you off, all on it’s own.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
It takes a while to make him admit, but Clark’s a sucker for mutual masturbation. It’s a roll over from when he only allowed himself to beat his cock to the idea of you, trapping himself in the shower and moaning your name to the water. He likes studying how you pleasure yourself, watching you get wet from the sight of him touching himself, cumming all over you and then placing his face an itch from your dripping cunt, coaxing you into letting go with only praising words and encouragement. Sometimes he lays you down below him, just to watch you touch yourself for him. Thinking about you doing this alone, just for him, it’s enough to send him over the edge all on it’s own.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Alien dicks are real, and Clark is packing one. It’s so big you sometimes look at his pants and wonder how he even fits it in there. Veiny and curved, somehow still a grower despite being bigger than anyone else while soft. It’s a good thing Clark enjoys prepping you, because otherwise you’d never be able to take more than the tip. Sometimes he can’t even get halfway in before tears are stinging at your eyes, and he goes back to giving your clit more attention than you can take. At this point, you might be the number one customer of lube in the country, and that’s with Clark making you wet enough that you could take a fist.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
If you let him, he’d fuck you through a whole night, then another day, then a week. He’d never get anything done, if he indulged that side of him. He’d forget about being Superman, about saving the world, about doing anything but burying himself in your sweet little pussy and holding you close. At one point, he makes a rule for himself. Never more than nine times in a week, or he’ll forget why he ever even leaves your side in the first place.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Clark doesn’t need the same amount of sleep as a human, but he’ll lie in bed with you for as long as he can after. Petting your hair and kissing your brow, letting his eyes flutter shut until he’s called away, then right back once it’s taken care of. When he does sleep normally, it’s usually after you’ve worked him over and when the city is strangely quiet. When he’s truly exhausted—rare, but it happens—he sometimes goes over just to fuck you and give himself a good reason to sleep in your arms.
✦Clark Masterlist - Main Masterlist - Read on aO3!✦
✦Author's Note: i stand on him being filthy in bed and i will not back down✦
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« c’mon, baby, bite on it.. » clark panted, his hips working on autopilot as they slammed into you repeatedly, while he presented his forearm to you, waiting for you to plant your cute little fangs in his skin of steel. he had in a full nelson, but let go of one of your limp legs. « c’mon, don’t needa think about it, just do what am sayin’, yeah? oh, yeah, good girl… good effin’ girl, that’s right- ah-! »
clark has always had a habit of talking you through things, be it doing the dishes, cooking, or sex. but you wonder what in earth came through him tonight because, fuck, was he talkative.
« g-gonna… hm, gonna fuck those useless braincells outta ya, yeah? been- ngh– been stressing out way too much about all that- that useless stuff, my love… » and he slammed up again, heavy balls tightening up with every twitch of your delicious pussy, all warm and gooey and sweet and he could practically taste your juices being squeezed out of your hole by his thick cock claiming its spot inside.
your fangs dig deeper into his skin, as if attempting to draw blood, but the kryptonian simply moans—whines in your ear, as if you could bite down harder, hurt him further. with you, pleasure blended with pain, and whatever you could do to him would feel too fucking good.
« lemme fill you– p-please… lemme fill that cute tummy up.. yeah? you want that? want it all inside? oh, yeah, my sweet honey… yeah, i know you want it. » the arm holding your leg up goes higher, bending your body into impossible flexibility. he cooed praises in your ear, whispers of sweet nothings to distract you from the bundle of pleasure focused on your core—in vain.
he saw that was in vain when a stream of cut squirted out of your pussy, soaking the mattress, and your walls smashed around his twitching cock, which did not take long to follow. « fffuhh- ngh– gah! y-yeah! baby, that’s it- hmm, yesss… s-such a p-perfect girl taking it aaall— ahh- fuck! fuck, it feels so good! m’cumming again! m’cumming! gonna make you a mommy- ah, m’cumming, mommy! »
and then he came again, more this time, filling you to what felt like the brim with his seed.
Loved ur niko headcanons. Can i get some NSFW headcanons for my boy ohma 🫶🏻
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He'd check if you're okay, if you need anything. It'd go like, 'you want a shower?...no...some water?...I'm fine...alright then' then he's gone to bed.
He will probably cuddle/spoon you to sleep.
✦ The reason he cuddles you to bed is to wake you up like this.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Ohma is proud of his muscles. He loves how he can lift you up with ease. He loves watching your thighs rest on his solid abs, and he just loves how you rest your head on his man boobs. It's perfect.
On you. He doesn't think about it too much to have a favorite. He loves every part of you, especially your most unique part! I think you'd find him kissing and rubbing his hands over something you feel really insecure about. To him, it makes you all the better.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He gets extremely messy with it on purpose. He loves when you glaze his abs with your arousal, and then he smears it back to your thighs when you sit on him. He just likes getting it everywhere. Especially places it gets messy.
Like your breast and face. But normally because he pulls out at the last second, it gets all over your stomach. Then he hugs you and watches it pull against your bodies when you pull away from the hug.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
At first he used to cum so fast, my touch-starved king. He still comes fast; he just keeps it in till it bursts out of him.
✦ Brief summary of how first time with ohma went, you thought you found yourself a sub
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Barely any, if not none at all; you probably have to teach him a lot of stuff. But do not fret; he is an extremely fast learner. You teach him once, he masters it, adds his own twist, and tops up some more skills. It would be fun for both of you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Spooning. He loves how he can just wake up one morning and slide it in with ease, as he was the big spoon the night prior. It's so convenient for him.
You wake up to his hot breath in your ear, arm around your waist, and cock hitting deep inside you.
✦ How waking up with ohma feels.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I mean, he's not giggling, but it's not all that serious either. After a fight, sex on the other hand—victory or loss, you are getting your back PLOWED. He has so much testosterone coursing through him, and his fingers are twitching to grab something.
That type of sex with Ohma is a fight you know you lost. He is so focused and concentrated in these moments; it's the absolute best.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Ohma would only get a haircut if his hair started getting in his eyes; likewise, he would only shave if you told him to.
He really doesn't give a fuck about hair on him or anyone.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Yeah...in his own unromantic way. I'm sorry, Ohma can love, and he can love good. But he's just not romantic. He'd do "I appreciate you always being by my side and being my support I can rely on" shit, not "I love you" shit.
But he does do kisses on the forehead, as well as other lustful shit. (He isn't all rainbows, dear.)
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I strongly believe there was a period in time when he first knew how to masturbate, and he became a fucking gooner. He would hit that shit every day, and then he just stopped.
Randomly, probably focusing on other things like training. And just didn't care for masturbation much after that. But why would he do it now that he has you?
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Blindfold. Yall already know how I feel about that scene. you cannot physically convince me the moment he tries it, he would be into that shit.
✦ Something about this...
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
I feel like he's someone who would just play it safe and stick to the bedroom. But because of his inability to keep his hands off you, sometimes you two get it on where you're at.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Every single thing you do. He is a rolling hornball of lust. You sneeze? He's watching your breast recoil, the cute sounds you just made, the jerk you made, and the dazed look in your eyes. You're breathing? He's watching the rise and fall of your chest, the calm in your stance—he has the urge to ruin it all with a storm.
Anything you do or say can get him hard.
✦ Ohma would always ask for sex, its up to you to say yes or no.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He cannot have a sexual interaction with you and leave you without an orgasm. He thinks it's the goal.
Poor boy wasn't taught how to sex, he learnt how to sex. So the little things and secrets may need to be told, especially when they aren't written all over your face like finding a G-spot would be.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Omha is a man you need to have sliding down the wall, moaning your name. He is so weak for head its almost submissive. Notice how I said almost?
The way he bucks his hips and takes control of your head is far away from another submissive if I have ever seen one.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Unintentionally fast and rough he can't help it; it's just his nature. He just finds himself grabbing your hips while you ride and fastening the pace. It's just that his patience is very limited.
✦ He tries going slow and steady with you, but... he just gets too impatient.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He thinks they're okay. Tames the beast for a while, but they always leave him hanging. It's not complete, and the incomplete feeling bugs him for the rest of the day.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yeah, but I feel like he likes to stick to what he knows.
If you talk to him about it, he'd be open; he may even love it. You'd have to introduce him to many kinks; he doesn't have any as of right now, but I know he is kinky at heart.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can last as long as you last, honestly. Although it may seem like he falls asleep right after trust, if you allowed him, he would have gone till morning and hit some of it again after a quick pussy eating after that.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Like I said in ,Risks, you'd have to introduce it to him. He may like some but prefer to go raw on another; you need to explore that journey yourself.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He'd tease you quite a bit, but it always follows with kisses and praises, so. He's the type to act clueless as if he doesn't know he's edging you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
In the beginning he didn't make a sound; he just stared into your soul. It's so funny. He did know he was allowed to. But he shakes quite a lot to this day.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
It would be uncircumcised. Unless he got it done later in life, but... let's be real. He's a little bit above average.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I wouldn't say he's super up there, but he's quite the horny man. At first he barely bothered with such things, but now
Anything you do can get him solid.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Immediately after making sure you're alright, he is gone. Knocked out until the morning, unless there is danger, he is not waking up.
heyoo it’s me🤭 (again🤕) so something funny came to my brain and i rlly wanted to ask you what are some icks or quirks you think ohma would have? LMAO😭 (you can add raian as well if you want🫣) i love my bby girl but i personally think he would do some annoying shit like pee on your leg while showering with you PLEASEE😭😭 Another annoying thing i think ohma would do is the he would eat YOUR leftovers and then gaslight you if you confronted him💀 saying shit like “but i literally saw you eat those yesterday” “i dont know what you’re talking about” LMAOO 😭 but i would love to see your take tehehe🤭
Ohma Tokita Headcanons V
*AFAB body reader, ‘girl’ used
Word count: ~1.2k
A/N: OFC MY BABY!!! 💗🥹do we love this man? yes. would he be annoying as shit in a relationship w you? YES 😫 but would it be worth it? again, yes 💗c: def wanna do a separate one with Raian bc boy would be a MENACE and prob worse omg 😫as always enjoy and lmk how i can improve my writing <3
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Significantother!Ohma who eats your leftovers without asking. You were saving that last slice of pizza? Not anymore. Ohma swears you weren’t gonna eat it, even if you explicitly told him not to touch it. “C’mon, babe, I’m doing you a favor.” But he always lets you steal food from his plate in return.
SignifcantitherOhma! who pees on your leg in the shower. He absolutely does this just to mess with you. Laughs when you freak out and dodges your retaliation attempts. “Oh my god, Ohma! I just washed my legs!” You’ll screech.“It’s sterile, babe! Means I really love you.” The worst part? He does it with a completely straight face, like it’s a normal thing.
SignificantOther!Ohma who refuses to take more than one trip for groceries. He will stack twenty bags up his arms like a man on a mission before taking two trips. If he drops something? “Tch. It wasn’t important anyway.” But he always makes sure to carry the heaviest bags so you don’t have to.
SignificantOther!Ohma who leaves the toilet seat up. You’ve fallen in at least once in the middle of the night, and Ohma laughed so hard he almost choked. “Damn, I wish I saw that.” But he’ll always lift you up and put you back in bed if you fall asleep somewhere else.
SignificantOther!Ohma who steals the blanket in his sleep. Starts the night cuddling you but somehow steals every ounce of warmth by morning. If you try to take it back, he’ll grumble in his sleep and yank it harder. Yet, if he wakes up and sees you shivering, he’ll tuck you into his chest and wrap you in his arms like a human furnace.
SignificantOther!Ohma who drinks out of your cup instead of his own. Every single time. Even if he has a drink, yours just tastes better, apparently. “It’s got your energy in it.” And if you tell him to get his own? He just smirks and takes another sip.
SignificantOther!Ohma who forgets his own towel and drips water everywhere. Showers, walks out completely dripping, and then asks you to grab his towel because he “forgot.” Now there’s a water trail all over the floor. But he always pulls you into a damp, shirtless hug as thanks. So, technically, it’s worth it.
SignificantOther!Ohma who plays with your phone when you’re using it. If you’re scrolling through your phone, he’ll randomly tap the screen or scroll for you just to be annoying. He loves messing up your doom scrolling flow. And if you glare at him, he’ll just lean in and kiss your cheek, saying, “Pay attention to me instead.”
SignificantOther!Ohma who thinks farting around you is a love language. Not even ashamed of it. Will lift a leg, make direct eye contact, and laugh if you react. “You should be honored.” But if you ever do it back? He’ll pretend to be deeply offended, but loves that you feel comfortable enough to just be human with him.
SignificantOther!Ohma who never closes things properly. The chip bag? Half-open. The peanut butter lid? Just sitting on top. The fridge? Barely closed. “It’s fine—look, it’s resting there.” But if you ever forget to close something? Ohma will stare at it dramatically and say, “Wow. So this is what betrayal feels like.”
SignificantOther!Ohma who calls you over to look at something and it’s just his muscles. You thought he found something cool, but no, he’s just flexing. Again. “Look at that. That’s peak form.” But if you roll your eyes, he’ll pick you up effortlessly and say, “You like it, though.”
SignificantOther!Ohma who gets distracted in the middle of a story and never finishes it. Will start a sentence, get sidetracked, and never come back to it. If you ask later? “What? Oh, yeah. I forgot.” But if you ignore him mid-story, he’ll suddenly remember every word and demand your full attention.
SignificantOther!Ohma who steals your shampoo and denies it. He reeks of your expensive hair products but claims he definitely didn’t use them. “It just smells like yours, that’s all.” But he’ll say your shampoo makes his hair extra soft when you run your fingers through it.
SignificantOther!Ohma who snores like a chainsaw. Only claims he snores “a little,” but you’ve considered earplugs or sleeping in another room. But if you ever actually leave, he’ll wake up instantly and pull you right back into bed with a sleepy, grumbling, “Where d’you think you’re going?”
SignificantOther!Ohma who always “forgets” to charge his phone, and then steals your charger at the last second when you really need it. But if your battery is low, he’ll hand it over without hesitation. “Yours is more important, anyway.”
SignificantOther!Ohma who pokes you just to be annoying. If you’re lying next to him, expect random pokes to your side, arm, or cheek. He just has to be touching you in the most irritating way possible. And if you glare at him? He just grins and pulls you closer.
Significantother!Ohma who “helps” you cook but eats everything while you’re cooking. Will walk by, snatch a piece of what you’re chopping, and claim it’s “taste testing.” You turn around and half the ingredients are gone. But he’ll always share whatever meal he’s eating, even if he’s starving.
Significantother!Ohma who uses his shirt as a napkin. If there’s food on his hands? He’s wiping it on his own or yours like a child. Whatever is closer. But if you get food on your face? He’ll wipe it off gently with his thumb and smirk like he’s just done something incredibly romantic.
Significantother!Ohma who would fight anyone who upsets you (even if it’s over something dumb). You rant about someone annoying you at work? Ohma’s already cracking his knuckles. Someone made you sad? He’s asking for names. And if you tell him to chill, he’ll grumble, “Nobody messes with my girl.”
Ohma is unbearable. He is an absolute menace. He pushes every one of your buttons, steals your food, interrupts your peace, and does things specifically to get a rise out of you. And yet, despite how insufferable he is, he loves you with every fiber of his being. No matter how much he teases, no matter how much he annoys you, his devotion is unwavering. You are his, and he is obsessed with you in a way he doesn’t even try to hide. He loves waking up next to you, loves hearing you laugh (even if it’s at his expense), and loves the fact that you put up with him at all. You’re the best thing to ever happen to him, and if annoying you every single day means he gets to keep you forever, then he’ll gladly do it for the rest of his life.
YASSS OFC !! i have more lin lie jacking off to post in the future.. but in the mean time <33
he doesn't understand why he's so vocal for his first time. your hands wrapped around the base of his cock rubbing your lips messily over his tip.
"does it really taste that good?"
he doesn't expect you to respond, just lets it linger in the air— "mhm. tastes amazing."
his breath hitches and his arms flex for a moment as you continue your work, letting his tip finally settle past your lips and into the back of your throat.
your teary eyes look up at him, and he fights the urge to cum right there. "so—so pretty." he mumbles, hands entangling into the loose ends of your hair.
you pull your head back, a small choke emitting from your throat only for him to hiss out, "i'm, i'm really close to cumming." he hums.
lin purses his lips in a thin line, cursing himself as he fists his own cock. it's wet, loud— and his ears are ringing. you're stuck in his head, his brain stuck on earlier in the day when he walked in on you in the shower, well, you coming out the shower.
thick drops of water traveling down the valley of your boobs, swaying down your stomach and dripping from your hair. he moans, pupils dilated and blown out as he whispers your name into the empty air of his room. his hand slows around his tip, curling— similar to what he's seen in porn. he's sort of innocent in the sex department, but he's always been awfully sexually driven.
this is the third time he's jerked himself to the thought of you.
he's not bold enough to ever say what he is, which is in love. but he is bold enough to thrust his hips up into his fist and moan shamelessly into his room. his eyes squeeze shut as he imagines your beautiful lips wrapped around his cock— sucking— your eyes pleading for him to cum in your mouth.
How do you think Gambit would react to reader taking care of him after he had a bad day? I imagine he's not used to be loved like that and would love to hear your thoughts.
I loveee this, 100% agree he is definitely not used to it. That man is cryinggg. This is gonna be sorta a ramble/fic hope u don’t mind <3
cw: cigarettes, bad day, food, reader is gn-ish(?), light angst, ooc, this was longer than I intended, miserable Remy, fluff, wine
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Poor Remy LeBeau. It was one thing after another. His team failed a mission for the thieves guild, his favourite watch got stolen, he had even bought you a beautiful bouquet of flowers, just for them to die as soon as he left the shop, his team shouted at him, his cigarette broke in half, everything was going wrong.
Among another plethora of scenario’s, his day was going miserable. You hadn’t even been there when he woke up, called away for training by the X-men early that morning.
He finally reached home, 2:17am and all he could feel was guilt, and exhaustion. He had wanted to be home earlier so he could at least talk with you before he slept but there was no chance now.
The door opened with a slight creak, Remy had expected to see his front room in complete darkness, however…
The room was dimly lit, a few candles lit upon his dining table. You weren’t anywhere to be seen yet there was a warm meal on the table, a glass of red wine and a note that read
“I love you”
Poor Remy LeBeau. He stood no chance.
A singular tear rolled down his cheek, it left a warm trail as it dripped on to his uniform. His bottom lip quivered, and he quickly rushed to sit down and eat. You weren’t a master at cooking but Remy was just grateful for a hot meal after the shit day he had.
He washed up—and found himself trailing into your shared bedroom. You lay there on the bed, reading a book. You were casual, calm—wearing a sweet perfume and in a cute set of pyjamas. You noticed Remy walking in, smiling up at him.
“Hey honey, how was-”
Remy had already thrown himself onto the bed, almost curled up in a ball. It didn’t take a genius to realise he had a bad day. You patted his head softly, “you wanna talk about it?” He remained silent but shook his head. You shuffled yourself down slightly lower, and wrapped one arm around him. “I’ve got you now,” and poor sweet Remy.
You heard an almost silent sob. If you had breathed any louder you would have missed it. It almost shocked you, yet you stayed there—letting him find solace in his lover.
You lost track of the time, as Remy just silently cried in your arms.
Eventually he found the strength to undress, change into something comfier, but he just crawled back into your arms.
“I missed ya, chére,” he mumbled, breaking the comfortable silence between you both.
“Missed you too, Remy. Rough day?”
“Oui.”
“You wanna talk-”
“Non. No more talkin’. Remy done for da day.”
You nodded, cradling him in your arms as you eventually tried to sleep. Remy’s sleep came uneasily to him, a sense of dread slowly settling into his chest as he relaxed. He was almost afraid to relax, afraid that if he did—you may disappear.
Remy clung tightly to you, not wanting you to let him go. Ever, preferably.
There was no chance you were getting away from his grip once you woke up.
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This was lowk self indulgent and not proof read. Sorry I’ve been writing this in between the few hours I have after work I hope it’s okay. My bad if it’s cringe I tried my best, hope you liked it tho anon! I had fun writing it <3
she didn’t wanna be here. more upstate then she’s used to. in a neighborhood where the houses somehow feel even nicer than the damn x-mansion. she already feels out of place.
it's some bachelorette party. gross. for a civilian that insisted she come along in a show of gratitude. which was rare in her line of work. so she didn't pass up the opportunity.
and she didn't even think people still did those... maybe she wasn't high-class enough or maybe she was too lonely herself to ever understand.
so here she was sitting on some random couch. in a very nice. very big house. there’s a sash wrapped around her that says something stupid like. sexy and single.
they had just got back from a bar crawl and there was even more free booze here. so sober was something she was not.
the house was decorated head to toe in cheesy bride to be decor. banners and tiaras. right now they are in a middle of a sleazy card game that wants you to reveal the raunchiest things about yourself to a group of strangers. at least to her that's who they were.
"what's your go to move in bed—"
*ring*
"OMG THE STRIPPERS ARE HERE!"
strippers oh god. the door opens and all the other girls start surrounding it, as they walk in. they're all squealing and jumping up and down.
"allons! chèries!"
she immediately hides her face behind her cards. not again. fuck. remy... of course.
she hides for about as long as she can but eventually she ends up in a circle of chairs alongside the other bachelorettes.
"so what they just put the muties together?."
"would appear so sha..."
now all the strippers are matched up with one of the girls. the bride sits in the middle of the circle. they all seem to be having fun.
… she’s mortified. remy seems to be fairing better than last time. fuck. she still can't shake that image of him from the stage at that one club.
she tries to hold back a laugh. it’s nerves.
"what?"
"really?"
"what gambit needed the extra cash."
"gambit did not need the extra cash... what happened to running to cards?"
"i dunno, maybe i jus' like it baby... what, you don’t respect remy now?"
her face flames.
"no. god no. i didn't—"
"it's just why me." she whispers to herself.
"what was that sha?"
"n-nothing"
she stutters out. remy moves then just the slightest turn and she blurts out—
"don't touch me."
"noted."
"god can't we switch—"
too late the music flicks on then. loud. bass thumping through the space. men start dancing and grinding on girls. clothes are flying.
remy is just kinda standing in front of her awkwardly. now his face is red. now he has the shame to be embarrassed. she tries not to make eye contact. she's planning on leaving. to slip through the door with an apology and—
*smack*
the bride's hand hits remy’s ass from behind.
"mama's not paying you to stand still baby, she's,"
the bride moves to massage her shoulders now.
"a special guest of mine, so treat her right."
she winks at both of them as she's about to walk off.
"w-wait, why don't you take him..."
"ah me and the fireman,"
she winks again, nodding his direction.
"are gonna go have a special dance in my room, he's all yours."
she throws over her shoulder as she disappears down the hall with the... yep fireman.
she looks over to remy with a sigh.
"and what are you wearing…"
she says with a squint. then she laughs and has to bite down on her knuckle to stop.
"oh my god are you?"
"... is that a top hat? a wand?"
she whispers out.
"a fucking magican remy! really..."
he blushes then like maybe she really embarrassed him this time.
"well... they really ain't paying me to jus' stand around so."
he moves to sit on top of her now. his back to her.
"remy!"
she smacks his side.
"i don't think you're supposed to put all your weight on me, ouch."
"you can handle it."
"wow, you're really unprofessional."
"you said not to touch you."
"you already are."
she moves to snake her hands around him now. deciding, fuck it. her hands brushes against his chest.
"are those? you pierced your nipples... god you're such a whore."
he smacks her hand away.
"stop tha' tickles."
he says sheepishly. lord this man...
"like i said, unprofessional."
he gets up suddenly and drops to the floor in front of her. kneeling... jesus. and spreads open her thighs in one quick move.
"hmm unprofessional huh?"
he says as he sticks his head between her thighs.
"i beg to differ baby."
she kicks his back with a light tap.
"get up."
god her face is probably so red. she can’t handle all this…
"go get me a drink."
she says kicking him again.
"i'm a stripper not a—"
"now... please."
and he stands and walks off, disappearing toward the makeshift bar.
"and by the way you're a goddamn x-man"
she calls out to him.
"how'd you get yours to do that?"
the girl next to her looks over and asks. her stripper is buried deep in her thighs.
"i asked real nicely."
she says with a laugh she can't hold back this time.
when remy returns with her drink. he's already drinking from it.
"bourbon for the lady right?"
she rolls her eyes. his drink of choice not hers but she drinks it anyways as she snatches it back up from him.
"you didn’t open the door for me last time."
he says more casually.
"why would i?"
she throws back as she slips out her phone. she's trying to make herself look busy, like she’s just shooting a quick text.
*snap*
"did you jus' take o’ picture of me baby, no—stop gimme that."
he says trying to reach for her phone as she pulls it out of his reach.
"nope."
"hmm s'alright want somethin' for later huh?"
"maybe..."
she feels warmer now. more relaxed. the extra drink helps.
remy’s now unbuttoning his vest. all slow. trying to be sexy... which it is but she can't help herself.
"you gonna start levitating like criss angel now."
she blurts out with another laugh. his face turns red again.
"not my specialty sha."
he says in some half whisper. she sticks her finger out then and grazes his nipple.
*zap*
"ow. did you jus' shock me?"
"hmm, kinda feels good, do it again."
"alright lemme see what you got big boy?"
she just rolls her eyes. she's here and she might as well enjoy it.
i'm sorry i couldn't take this seriously... idk what this is but it's something
Kakashi is possessive with a capital "P" because he's lost every single person he's ever cared about in childhood. This manifests in following your every movement, because he is supposed to watch you, and guard you. Its because he was assigned to you, nothing more.
It soon turns into standing watch outside your bedroom window, or door, at night. Listening to your breathing even out as you fall into a deep sleep, or your fits of wakefulness, the pattern of your steps across the floorboards. He pretends he doesn't hear the moans of pleasure as you tend to yourself in the night, pretends his body doesn't react. Soon enough, though, he's fucking his fist to the thought of you a mere door, or window pane, or screen between you pleasuring yourself and him...
He would be worse than scum to sneak into your room, and steal your panties to use on the nights he needs more than just his hand. The glide of the soft undergarment is a poor imitation for what you would really feel like, but it's enough. He will deal with the crushing shame after he cleans the spend from his hands.
And when that's not enough he begins sneaking into your room to watch you sleep. Just watching over you, at first. Protecting you. Doing his job. Until the watching you isn't enough anymore. Until he can't stand the sleepy sounds you make, wishing he could pull even more delicious ones from your pretty lips...
Part of you wants to be shocked, seeing the gleam of his silver hair in the dark. He's silent, shadowy, but he did not expect you to wake. However, you weren't shocked, because on the nights when you stirred – the nights you couldn't help but wake and touch yourself – you had hoped that he would hear you. Hoped he would be unable to resist.
And here he is. A straining, desperate attack dog. He obeys your summons closer, as though unable to help himself. Surely a Shinobi of his caliber would have more self restraint? But he does not. Not when it comes to you.
Your hand is pleasurable agony gliding over his aching cock, and he succumbs to the pleasure far quicker than he would have liked; though, your soothing coos and heated licks of your sticky fingers make it more bearable.
He finds himself buried between your thighs, lapping at you with ferocious intent, hungry for your scent. Your taste. Those pretty sounds you make... And he brings you over the edge, over and over and over that way. He almost doesn't listen when you beg him to stop, overstimulated and spent, desperate for more of you.
But Kakashi is a good guard dog, and listens when you tug his hair sharply, moving to sit at the foot of your bed. He allows himself one more touch as you cross into sleep, ghosting his killers fingers over your back. His. This time, he would not leave before you woke. He stays there, at the foot of your bed, watching. Dozing. You belonged to him now.
Isn't a good dog supposed to sleep at the foot of his mistress?
bitch slapping fwb!touya during an argument 18+ MDNI!!!
it was stupid. a petty argument that sparked during the ride from uni to his place. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who comes pick you up when classes are over, but that’s a story for another day.
actually, you don’t even remember what started it. perhaps a hairtie in his glove box that definitely wasn’t your but touya claimed it was. perhaps it was the music that was too loud. perhaps you just wanted to fuck, not to hear him run his mouth about whatever the fuck he had going on. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who rants to you about his daddy issues.
and that’s exactly why touya wasn’t your boyfriend— zero communication skills, and you certainly weren’t his therapist. so the argument escalated, spitting venom at each other outside of the car, in the elevator, and all the way down the hall to his apartment. when he closed the door, you snapped.
slap!
the smack of your palm against his cheek wasn’t loud, but the heavy silence that fell in the room after surely was. you couldn’t read his face, icy blue eyes staring at you wide open but you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey. surprise? shock? anger? betrayal?
the answer was: none of the above. you stood still for a moment, also processing what you had just done. then you made the fatal mistake to look down.
“you have to be fucking kidding me,” you scoffed in disbelief. “that got you hard?”
his adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp, gaze flicking to your hand then back up to your face.
“can you do that again?”
┊┊@hairiane-nana and i lowkey cooked in discord dms
he’s the type to obnoxiously moan when you’re on the phone with somebody important except they sound a bit too real..
he’s the type to be pissed whenever you don’t invite him somewhere when all he does when he does go is talk about how it’d be much better if you went to his place.
and when you finally do go he’s insistent about you STAYING in his room, watching the weird anime, and listening to him ramble about shitty tropes that you thought didn’t even exist.
all he posts on his social media start going from video game recordings to how he wants a partner that’s weirdly similar to your tastes and fashion sense. he begs you to stay up past 1AM to game with him and his friends, just to trash on your strategies and how much better you’d be if you did it more often.
he’s the type to send you 🌽 as a joke except there’s no faces in any of the photos and vids and..is that his manga pile in the corner of the frame? tf—
includes: general, personality, appearance, friends, as ur bf !
inspired my by eren fic; light speed!! can be read on wattpad + ao3
a/n: these are MY personal headcanons. if you don't agree with stuff that's fine lol, it's a headcanon for a reason. also this is like really long LMAO. i also haven't written nsfw stuff in years so sorry if it's awkward sounding </3
general/random!
-> half german (dad), half turkish (moms side); more connected to this turkish side
-> with that said he can speak a bit of german but is more advanced in turkish - him and mama jaeger often argue in turkish when around his dad and friends LMAOO
-> MAMAS BOY !! this man LOVES his mom to fucking death, even if he doesn't show it. still calls her mama/ma
-> ALWAYS chewing gum. spearmint specifically.
-> LOVESSS cars a lot, get's excited when he sees a nice one and will always point it out
-> DND warrior unfortunately
-> enjoys spicy food but has a shit spice tolerance but he's stubborn and has a huge ego so he'll literally act like he's fine even if he spice is killing him 😐
-> loves superhero comics/movies/shows : invincible, the boys, the amazing spiderman, STAR WARS!!!
-> star wars NERD. knows like everything about the franchise, has posters, lego sets, figures, all that shit. will literally quote the movies (especially star wars episode I, II, and III) if something reminds him of it.
-> somewhat a gym rat; enjoys sports like basketball!!
-> tall enough to dunk and whenever he does dunk he holds onto the rim and swings for a few seconds (abs and vline on FULL display 🤤)
-> likes to skateboard!! does it with connie a lot. will skateboard around campus :P
-> messy handwriting, a mix between cursive and just unreadable (probably gets it from his dad)
-> pot head LOL. in highschool he used to smoke a lot but he's def toned it down in uni to focus on his studies
-> doesn't love drinking but he will on occasion, hates getting cross faded
-> surprisingly studious. wants me be a good student. competitive with jean, reiner, and even armin and mikasa at times
-> would probably be a poli sci. major in uni with hopes of becoming a lawyer one day cause he loves arguing. might even be in politics one day.. maybe..
-> listens to ptv, deftones, mcr, the cure, etc. likes heavy metal and 'emo screaming music' (what sasha and connie call it) to death
-> learned how to play the guitar and plays the electric + knows how to play the bass
-> texts a lot/doesn't love being on call or ft usually
-> plays video games like cod or league or nba 2k and is really good (had a hugeeee fortnite phase + plays minecraft with armin)
-> posters ALLLL over his room. like everywhere
-> draws on his hands and arms with a sharpie/pen when bored
-> doesn't know how to hold a pencil right
-> if ur on his close friends/private story/spam acc, u know he spams the shit out of it and reposts a lot of edits/stupid stuff but will rarely post on his main story
-> reads a good amount of books, but he has to be really interested in the plot in order to actually lock in and sit still to read it.
-> has watched the twilight movies and unironically loves them
-> had a finsta as like a random blonde pretty uni girl to stalk people...
-> stays up till like 3 in the morning/finds it hard to sleep most nights so he takes A LOT of naps/falls asleep randomly throughout the day
-> sleeps in fetal position
personality
-> has an attitude problem lowk and will roll his eyes and be very sarcastic to the point where people will think he's being rude/doesn't like them
-> loves to rage bait but he gets rage baited SO fucking easily it's sad oh my god.
-> embarrassed SO easily and will get very loud and defensive.
-> will day things that are rude and hurtful without thinking when he's angry or just cause and instantly regret them but won't apologize cause he's too prideful for that shit
-> is VERY passionate about random things; a nerd.
-> anger issues. like HORRIBLE anger issues to the point where he had to go to anger management classes and was ofc angry about that lol
-> gets into arguments with literally everyone cause he's so hard headed
-> has a very hard time asking for help - will literally try every possible solution before asking someone to help him
-> swears a lot. too much. his fav word is fuck (FUCK OFFFFFF). mom smacks him. (there is a swear jar. if he swears more than 5 times in an hour, u need to tell him mom LOL)
-> tries to be nonchalant and mysterious like levi and mikasa but fails so hard and just looks sorta dumb
-> is very shy abt it but it's so obvious he loves his friends and loved ones to death. he would do anything for them (even commit genocide- WHATTTTT??? who said that?)
appearance
-> tall. a little shorter than jean (he lies and says he's taller when he clearly isn't)
-> tan, naturally but also cause he spends a lot of time outside
-> body is muscular but not as buff as reiner. a little more lean. naturally athletic looking
-> BIG VEINY hands. (tf did u think i was gonna write...?)
-> pretty/feminine facial features. they are on the sharper side tho
-> has like a perfect nose. the nose that people pay to have. that perfect straight button nose.
-> long long long eyelashes and nice ass eyebrows </3
-> tries to grow out his facial hair cause he gets teased for looking femenine especially cause of his long ass hair but it annoys him and he ends up shaving after a few days
-> wants an eyebrow/industrial/tongue/lip piercing but his mama would KILLL him
-> grows out his hair for like months and will randomly cut it without telling anyone and just show up with short hair
-> blushes easily, a really pretty pink color
-> silver and gold jewelry both look good on him but he prefers silver cause its edgier
-> likes to dress grunge/skater punk esque - lots of baggy clothes, old band tees, jeans, sweats, layering
-> wears silver rings and necklaces
-> has this one belt made of bullets and ALWAYS wears it cause he thinks it makes him look tough
-> would have tattoos but they'd have meanings and he'd spend a lot of time picking them out
-> naturally kind of hairless (partially why he struggles to grow out facial hair)
-> has a padawan braid cause he's a cute loser nerd
-> smiles with his teeth- naturally straight and very white
-> clean looking. smells like spearmint gum and musk and just nice
as your boyfriend
-> CLINGY. SO. FUCKING. CLINGY.
-> easily flustered/shy, and won't meet ur eyes when he is (face turns pink; specifically the tip of his nose and cheeks and also the tips of his ears.)
-> LOVES the way u smell. literally grabs u by the waist and buries his head in the crook of ur neck and just breathes
-> loves when you touch hair hair/play with it/braid it, or when u scratch his arms and back - just loves when u touch him in general
-> has a stupid ass nickname for u that u HATE. he uses it in private. isn't huge on petnames but will call u baby when trying to calm u down or get ur attention
-> however, when he's being super passionate and sweet and just extra loving to u he will call u hayatım or aşkım (turkish for my love)
-> VERY touchy but not really in a sexual way (??) like he likes to hold ur hand, leans his head on your shoulder, hugs you, plays with your hair
-> cracks ur knuckles (bonus points if u squirm and try and get him to stop. he knows u hate it but he does it anyways hehe - unless u tell him not to do it properly. then he won't ofc)
-> loves ur voice, especially his laugh
-> rmr how i said he doesn't like to call/ft and prefers to text. yeah hell no. never with you. if u guys are apart he's on call with u. driving? calling u. at the grocery store? calling u. at the gym? ft with u. at night? ft with u. always always always wants to hear ur voice and laugh and see ur pretty face
-> ass and boobs and thighs meh like okay he loves obviously but he especially loves ur eyes and ur lips
-> VERRRRRYYYYY playful. like he loves to pink ur cheeks, squish ur face, kiss the tip or ur nose/squeeze it, flicks ur forehead, ruffles your hair, and since he's taller than u he always rests his arm on the top of ur head which pisses u tf off so its even better.
-> holds ur hand/grabs ur thigh while driving. if he's holding ur hand he'll bring it to his lips and kiss it/bite ur hand/fingers playfully
-> likes pda but won't do it very often cause he likes to seem nonchalant and get easily embarrassed but u alr know behind closed doors that man is SO clingy and so so so affectionate to make up for all the missed time
-> so so so so so very protective. did i mention protective? to the point where u have to calm him down or he'll literally get violent.
-> tickle wars. pillow fights. play fights. has mega knighted u on multiple occasions.
-> LOVES to match u. like if u like a specific color he will always wears it
-> if he does have tattoos he'll draw them on ur arms with pen/sharpie so u guys can match <3
-> HE suggested couples costumes for halloween. him. yes. anakin and padme OR atom eve and invincible OR nightwing and starfire OR just like any superhero couple.
-> when u first met him u thought he was very nonchalant/unaffectionate and maybe even mean but the minute he warms up it's overrrrrrr for u
-> sorta confessed first? it's so obvious to everyone BUT u that he likes u and he randomly asked if u liked him without mentioning anything abt his feelings
-> kissed u once and was like yeah that's it PLEASE be my girlfriend. he wasted no time becoming a couple cause he NEEDS to let everyone know ur his
-> very attentive. pays attention to all the small things that no one notices; sometimes things u don't notice
-> PATHETIC ASS YEARNER HOLY SHIT OMG. like a yearner down to his very core. when he first started realizing he liked u, he would literally come up with any excuse to spend more time with u, always stared at u, is extra playful and will be way more touchy as long as u seem comfortable with it, will tease the shit outta u and it lowk pisses u off but he enjoys seeing u angry
-> talks VERY highly of u, makes it super obvious he has a lot of respect for u
-> LOYALLLL. if u don't like someone without question he will literally hate this person, even if previously he might have liked them/thought they were a good person.
-> despite the fact that he's so hard headed and literally enjoys arguing, he literally REFUSES to argue with you and lowk just ignores problems even when u try to bring them up and push him abt it cause he knows he doesn't have control over the shit he says when he's pissed and the last thing he wasn't to do is hurt ur feelings </3
nsfw/spice | MDNI !!
-> rough and dominate asf.
-> LOVES to pull ur hair, bite you, leave marks/bruises
-> praise. praises tf out of u and loves it when u praise him.
-> from behind. loves it from behind. will literally put his hand on the small of your back and push you down to get the right angle.
-> LOVES when you scratch his back and leave marks. the harder/the more it hurts, the better.
-> literally folds and dies a little on the inside when u pull his hair really hard
-> very very very much likes the way u taste.... iykwim
-> pins ur hands or ties them up so ur literally helpless.
-> u could be squirming away and he'll grab ur hips and pull your back and be like "you can take it."
-> did i mention biting?
-> aftercare is lowk his fav part. he loves cleaning u up, taking you to the bath, washing your hair, cuddling
-> isn't afraid to be loud and loves it when ur loud and literally screaming his name cause he knows he's doing a good job
-> loves it messy. im talking ur makeup is like GONE, the sheets are all messed up and ruined. think the honeymoon scenes in twilight breaking dawn prt 1 LMFAO
-> HUNGRYYYY for u always. he's like a starved man when it comes to you.
-> LOVES when UR rough with him and u get all possessive and dominant. turns him tf onnnn
-> swallow it.
-> makes u beg for it. "use your words baby." "say please?"
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