CYBERPUNK EDGERUNNERS: DAVID MARTINEZ HEADCANONS
⭃Warnings.: nsfw & sfw headcanons, nothing much, just 18++++++++++ readers to interact.
⭃*I think I'm going deep in cyberpunk edgerunners...n I'm not sorry for it.
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david martinez who starts as that shy scrawny kid in night city...hood up and eyes down and barely speaking above a whisper when you first patch him up after a gig.
He stammers through thanks..rubbing the back of his neck, “i-i’m not really cut out for this…” but he keeps coming back to your safe spot anyway because for him somewhere you’re the only steady thing in the chrome chaos.
david martinez who hits the sandevistan and watches his body change fast..shoulders broadening..muscles packing on..baby face sharpening into something dangerously handsome.
he still gets quiet when you notice..catching his reflection and muttering, “didn’t think i’d ever look like this…” the progression is wild from hiding in baggy clothes to filling out tight tanks..flexing without thinking.
david martinez who becomes stupidly protective once the muscle settles. he steps in front of you during deals..big frame like a human shield..voice low, “stay behind me. not losing anyone else.” he brings you scavenged real coffee after runs..ears turning red when you compliment how strong he’s gotten that golden heart still soft underneath all the new bulk.
david martinez who trains obsessively in the safehouse..shirtless and sweating. you catch him staring at the new muscle in a cracked mirror and he smiles shy at first, then cocky, “what? like what you see now?” he uses the strength for dumb shit too..lifting you one-armed just to hear you laugh accidentally breaking a table mid-story with that bright grin, “oops… new muscles..whoops.”
david martinez who starts shy in bed...hesitant hands and flushed cheeks..asking “is this okay?” while his body trembles against yours..slow and sweet at first..face buried in your neck as he learns what makes you gasp his name.
david martinez who grows cocky with the muscle over the time.
pinning you effortlessly against the safehouse wall..his big hands gripping your thighs..spreading you open while he growls low, “look at you… taking me so fucking good.” that sandevistan stamina lets him go for hours..deep and relentless..hips snapping hard.
david martinez who gets mean and teasing once he’s fully muscle-boy. He bites your shoulder to muffle his moans..whispering hot against your ear, “beg for it, baby. let me hear how bad you need this.”
he loves manhandling..flipping you, lifting you like you weigh nothing that bright grin turning predatory when you fall apart.
david martinez who still melts for you even at his peak..evn after he’s wrecked you..he’s the clingiest..big arms wrapped tight..face buried in your chest..murmuring sleepy praises between chrome twitches, “stay… don’t go anywhere. feels too good with you.”
david martinez who switches when you push back..muscles flexing under your hands while you ride him.
He whines your name..hips bucking up desperately..that cocky mask cracking into needy gasps, “fuc-baby keep going, please…” post-nut he’s soft again..tracing your skin gently despite all the new power.
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