guy gardner, misanthropic green lantern with attitude problem and aggression issues who suffers from TBI and wears his heart on his sleeve, regarded by most with wariness and disdain even though he’s done continuous redemptive actions for wrongs he might have committed in the past
beta ray bill, horse-alien-cyborg hybrid who willingly chose to be physically disfigured/augmented to save his people at the cost of being socially ostracized and repelling most other people that could give him a chance at normalcy
norman osborne, mentally unwell and unstable business executive who has decided it’s on sight with this teenager and flies around on a jet propelled skateboard and throws bombs at said opp teenager
victor von doom, scarred genius scientist and inventory who wears a literal suit of armor to hide his appearance because he’s far too vain to let anyone see the damage done—and also rules an entire country in such utopia just to spite his ex-friend and arch-nemesis
ben grimm: rock man extraordinaire with a tough exterior to hide that heart of gold shining within, who has experienced such personal tragedy but still fights to be good, fights to be human, fights to love and be loved
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Sokka is an eater and the best to ever do it, might I add…
MDNI, 18+
The time he spends between your legs is sacred and should not be interrupted. Not even by your finger laced tightly in his hair, pushing him away because you've already come twice, and the buzz of overstimulation was making your body vibrate. No, things like that only made him dive in deeper. Locking his arms around the tops of your thighs and dragging you closer.
"Fuck— Sokka, please." You plead through broken, breathy moans. "Fuck, it's too much."
He can't even hear you, not when you're squeezing his head between your legs so tight that he has to pry them apart, and his hands there to keep you from doing it again. "Just a little more, kay baby. Just finish for me one more time."
He looks up at you through thick lashes, his pretty blue eyes hypnotizing you. And when he slips two fingers in, you're reminded that he already had you this spent with just his tongue. The combination of his fingers swiping against that special spot inside you and his lips latched to your swollen clit had you seeing stars, back arching off the mattress, and desperate cries ripping from your throat one after the other.
He moans when he's down there too, hungry, insistent moans that vibrate against your searing cunt as he laps up every drop of your salaciously sweet slick. Sokka delights in the delicious mess you make all over him when you finish, swiping his tongue over his lips just to savor the taste. "You did so well, baby."
He soothes the insides of your still trembling thighs, while smoothing his hands back and forth over your stretched out hamstring, before kissing all the way down to the tops of your feet. He always takes his time, sprinkling compliments in between kisses; "So perfect"— muah, "My pretty girl"—muah, "So good to me."
A/N: I sat on this for about a week, thinking that more would come of it... It did not. Anyways, I'm pretty distracted working on something BIG to be announced at a later time. Hint: a bit of love for our neglected boy... Yeah, I'll be pulling from my unfinished works for a while, which could be fun.
Lotus- Aang adores pulling you into his lap, legs wrapped around his waist while he leans against the headboard or pillows. He can hold you close, bury his face in your neck or breasts, and look into your eyes as he guides your hips slowly, his hands roaming on your back, ass, and thighs. He’ll airbend soft breezes to tease your nipples or clit if he’s feeling like teasing you. There’s lots of kissing, forehead touches, and “I love you” as he grinds deep. When he gets close, he’ll tighten his arms around you and starts moving harder and faster before you both cum together.
Cowgirl- Sokka loves lying back and watching you take control. Hands behind his head or gripping your thighs and ass, he’ll guide your pace while staring up at your bouncing tits and flushed face with a cocky grin. “That’s it, ride me just like that… gosh, you look so good.” He thrusts up to feel you closer, changing the angle, or lets you grind on him until your legs start shaking. Perfect for him to play with your clit, suck on your breasts, or just enjoy the view. When he can’t take it anymore he’ll flip you over and hike your ankles over his shoulders.
Prone Bone- Zuko loves pressing your face down into the mattress, covering your body with his as he thrusts deep from behind. His chest to your back, mouth on your neck and shoulders, one hand gripping your wrist while the other rests beside your head. This position lets him go hard and deep, He’ll growl praises against your ear like “So tight for me… take it all”, he’ll bite your shoulder, and lose himself in the pleasure . The closeness with you drives him wild. He can grind against your ass between thrusts, making sure you feel every inch of him.
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landed right on your lap
physical touch headcanons
including | dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne & roy harper
playing | crushed- the neighbourhood
dick grayson
Unbearably touchy. Like, if he’s near you, he HAS to have a hand on your body, mostly for personal comfort and grounding. His go to spot is the small of your back, using it to guide you through places softly and when he wants to show your relationship to others when he gets a tinge of jealousy.
PDA fein. Doesn’t know how to keep it cool and nonchalant, but he made sure it wasn’t something that made you uncomfortable too. This lead to having a golden retriever wrapped around your shoulders in public 75% of the time.
Do not let his charm and confidence fool you, he isn’t above pleading to cuddle with you even if its 37 ºC outside and the AC is broken.
Dick’s willing to do anything to feel your hands glide across his body, doesn’t matter the circumstances (he’s a man in love, hat can he say)
jason todd
Used to love hugs as a kid and would giggle with the BIGGEST smile when grandmas pulled at his cheeks or people petted his head when he did a great job as robin. When he got resurrected all of that changed completely and got actually repulsed and disgusted with the idea of feeling other’s hands or presence near his. Took a lot of therapy to regain the feeling of tolerating a person’s body near his.
He’s now tolerably clingy. He’s not likely to initiate a full-blown cuddle session but he also will never in his life back away when you spread your hands across his shoulders to greet him with a gentle caress.
Nevertheless, when you arrive home after a long day, he is the first one to pull you into his body to completely shield you from the world, tangling his fingers in your hair to bring you some sort of comfort.
Absolutely adores nonsexual intimacy as a whole. Being right beside one another just touching each other without a hint of lust is pretty much his dream. LOVES feeling your weight on top of him, one of the most comfortable things ever.
He’s also quite shy with his scars, so when you trail your hands across the ridge of one, he has the involuntary tendency to back away for a bit, habit that changed after years together and lots of reassurance.
tim drake
Cheek kisser. In his mind, the cheek is where he can kiss you anywhere without it being considered very public or outward. It’s very personal for him, okay? Just let him kiss your cheek and kiss his in return.
Loves having your legs placed on his lap while he’s working away at whatever. His hands will absentmindedly start drawing circles on your muscles, bringing comfort for the both of you in an easy, calming way.
His dream date with you is just hanging out with the other, sharing soft touches and having private conversations about everything and nothing at all. He likes feeling your body near his, warm limbs stretching over his body.
His all-time favourite cuddling position is having your head on top of his chest, either laying there and tracing patterns on his body or you looking up at him, just staring in each other eyes fondly (he still believes the eyes are the entrance to the soul).
He’s pretty open to PDA, really, really chill with it. Hand on your waist, clasping your hands together, he likes both being touchy-feely and not being touched at all. He goes with the flow.
damian wayne
Will absolutely refuse to touch you except the occasional graze until the two of you are dating and have had a long conversation about boundaries and how you feel about certain things. After he gets the green lights, he’ll be like a stray kitten, slowly but surely experimenting with what the both of you enjoy and find relaxing and reassuring.
FOREHEAD KISSES. Whenever you two see each other, automatically you tilt your head in a way that he has learnt that is an indicator for him to press his lips to the top of your head. Will also be content with a kiss to the back of your hand, but he reserves that for more intimate moments for the two of you.
Nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck is his love language at this point. The second you step inside the safety of your home, he steps away from what he’s doing to greet you properly and exhale deeply into your neck, using the opportunity to press a kiss there too.
Loves cuddling while each one is doing their own thing; is definitely more of a quality time guy but gets clingy regularly (refuses to admit it).
roy harper
He’s a MAN: if you are in the vicinities, you WILL have his hand splayed either on your thighs or your waist, depending on how it’s more comfortable to you.
Roy’s more subtle with his clinginess, so cuddle sessions are a bit rarer but very welcome either way.
Doesn’t shy away from PDA. If you two are dating, everybody knows it not because of how you two are always together on some random side quest, but rather by the knowing smile on his face and a firmer hold on you.
Likes to carry you around, doesn’t matter if the activity is a one-person task, you are either in his back, his shoulders or his arms. Also uses the opportunity to make a subtle display of his strength, but don’t tell him you are very much aware of that.
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bruce wayne — 5/10
it really depends on the day for him. the whole world knows youre his so why fuss over someone who doesnt know their place? hes the one who lays in your arms at the end of day. but some days he can get really sulky, and i mean really sulky. hes gonna act all dismissive about it at first, then leave subtle hints about a guy who lingered too long at the gala and then full on sulk in your arms. those are the three stages.
stage three might be your favorite because bruce lays on top of you, massaging your hip with soft strokes of his thumb while asking if you still loved him, wanted to be with him and if you liked his features. your man might be a billionaire but inside he is just a guy who loves his wife very much and never wants to be apart from her.
dick grayson — 8/10
now this one is a doozy. hes a very territorial type of guy... not in a toxic way god no! he loves his girlfriend so much so it physically pains him to see a guy trying to talk to you. he immediately acts up upon it, snaking an arm around your waist or shoulders and up fronting talking to the guy. zero shame in being jealous.
and obviously he would be begging for your attention afterwards, just to ease down his nerves, not like youre going anywhere but he wants to feel grounded with his girl!
jason todd — 6/10
the dude is scarred, we all know this, so i dont think he would overly be jealous but more protective. he knows you love him so dearly, so why be jealous of weak men who try to hit on you? a nice threat gets them going on their way.. normally.
when a guy is really being persistent with you, at a party for example, he would be nasty with you, full on animalistic. grabbing you by the ass and pulling you into a make out until the guy gets the idea to leave. and if you confront him about being jealous? he will just huff and say its no big deal, yeah right!
tim drake — 1/10
he has bigger things to worry about. most of the times you want him to get a little jealous because of how chill he is! of course he will always protect you from guys wanting your number but why be jealous of some guy who will never reach the level of intimacy that he has with you? youre his girlfriend, the love of your life!! he wont be jealous over a guy who doesnt even have youre number.
sometimes, he will have his weaker moments. where he doesnt feel certain of himself but you are always there to comfort him and reassure him that he is, and youre gonna love him either way.
damian wayne — 10/10
he is a bit of a mess. when it comes to jealousy, hes not really… vocal about it. the scars from his past made him feel heavily unwanted and used, so if another guy hit on you per say, he would feel heartbroken. the problem would be he wouldnt tell you! damian thinks being cold and distant would help himself and you — spoiler alert: it doesnt.
it takes a lot of talking with him for him to open up and be more vocal of his insecurities. hes not perfect and is getting better with telling his feelings to you every single day! at the end tho he knows you love him so much — putting up with shit and all reminds him how everything in the end will be to his liking.
clark kent — 3/10
by popularity, people think hes a big puppy who gets jealous when his owner is playing with another dog but truth be told — he isnt! he knows how amazing his wife is and he doesnt blame who would want to try a shot. most people know about the marriage anyways, so why he should bother? he knows you can take care of yourself and if you needed, he would be there in an instant.
tho there are times where it gets to him if a guy is being really persistent on you. hes a soft boy after all and would make small comments if he himself needed to do anything better. it all ends tho with you kissing his sweet face saying there is nothing to worry about — and he believes it with all his heart.
⟢ 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: this is rushed im sorry im trying to post daily but its taking a toll on me!! i might start posting once every two or three days idk… thank u guys so much tho for all the support!!! im incredibly happy will all ur nice comments u guys are so freaking cute <3
When you wake up, blinking the gloppy sleep from your eyes, you expect to be met by the buttery light of early morning seeping through the gap in the curtains, or the manufactured tweet of birds chirping from the alarm by your head. It’s not the balmy pinks and blues of the sunrise nor is it the call from your alarm that has yet to go off that rouse you from your slumber.
There’s something stiff poking your ass, sliding between your cheeks at a slow, steady pace.
“Sorry,” Leon mumbles into your hair. His face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breathy whimpers hot on your skin. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” His voice is hoarse and low, words slurred as though breaking through a cloud of liquor.
A strong forearm shakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him, your back flush with his chest as he continues to rut into you from behind, his hips moving erratically, no longer keeping rhythm. The crisp morning air twirls around the room, carrying on its back the scent of Leon’s skin, a paradoxical melange of antiseptic, medical-grade soap, and the body wash he used to scrub the other two notes from his body when he returned home to his own shower.
“It’s okay,” you reply sweetly, your own voice thick with sleep. If it were any other day, perhaps you’d be irritated, smacking him away, griping at him for laying on your hair. But not today. Not after coming home from such a rough mission. Not when you can feel the pure need through the fingertips he has dug into your flesh.
“Can’t help it.” Another buck of his hips as he grinds into you. “I’m so sorry.”
Leon’s cock is throbbing, the erection he’s been trying to stifle for the past thirty minutes only invigorated by the sight of you snoozing next to him like Sleeping Beauty. The gentle whir of your breath. The way your chest would rise and fall when you were on your back, your breasts pressing against the fabric of your shirt with each inhale. His angry head, flushed crimson, leaks anticipation as you shift your hips back to meet the shaft mid-thrust.
He groans loudly at your ear, his shoulders shuddering against you. “Oh god…”
“Let me help you.” His cock twitches at your back, and he hisses when you reach around to snake your hand below the band of his boxers, and wrap your fingers around his girth. “Can I help you feel good, baby?”
Leon cries out, the tendons in his neck flexing as your hand slides up and down his shaft, your soft palm kissing each unit of silky skin. “P-please,” he stutters.
You glide your hand up his length, squeezing when you get to the top, a bead of moisture seeping from the slit. You gather it on your thumb, spreading it around, his hips jolting forward when you do.
“Fuck.” The word is drawn out, dripping like honey from his bottom lip as you continue your ministrations, paying special attention to the underside of his dick, alternating between feather-light touches and a firmer grasp. His hands frantically roam your body before one heavy palm lands on your breast, kneading the flesh. He pinches your nipple between his fingertips then sweetly traces the bud.
He spits out a string of curses, nearly every word interrupted by a primal growl. His lungs punch out labored breaths, voice weakening as he promises he can’t hold out for much longer.
You can feel his cock throbbing against your palm as you sweep up and down the shaft, tightening your grip at the base and again at the head. His warm length twitches, pulsating before he can verbalize a warning.
“I’m so close,” he groans in your ear. “Oh fuck.”
“Come for me, Leon,” you sing, turning to glance over your shoulder to see his face contorted in pleasure, his neck tightening as he (unsuccessfully) tries to choke down a bellow. It erupts from his chest like a battle cry and his upper body begins to seize as his violent orgasm courses through him. He holds you tight as he comes down from his high, trying to catch his breath, though it swiftly evades him.
You turn over on the mattress to face him. His cheeks are pink, a band of sweat beading on his forehead, but he looks utterly enraptured. Bliss soothes the fine lines near his eyes, around his mouth, and when he pulls you in for a kiss, he considers himself to be healed from any wounds he won on his last assignment.
“I could–uh–I could wake up next to this every morning,” he says, cupping your cheek, caressing your peach-soft skin with his thumb.
You giggle, nuzzling into his palm. “Aren’t you glad you do?”
imagine kissing him. as soon as he gets home from a work trip, you both would meet in the middle, a whimper falling from you as your lips crashed together passionately. imagine biting his bottom lip, swiping your tongue to soothe the sting he’d groan at. imagine your tongues swirling together, the heat bubbling in your tummy at the sheer passion of it all. imagine swallowing the throaty grunts he’d release into your mouth as you kissed him greedily, hungry. imagine his hands, one tight against your waist as the other gripped your jaw possessively as you made out. imagine him losing his control and fucking you against the wall next to the door because he just couldn’t wait. he’d turn your around, rip your pants down and push your panties to the side, and sink in. he’d most definitely fuck you mercilessly, and grip your jaw to get his lips back on yours. it’d be slick, your tongues dancing together, as spit bubbled at the corner of your lips. it’d be so filthy, so messy, but god, so fucking good. imagine.
❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ husband!leon kennedy cums in his pants from making out with you
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You two had just barely made it through the door of your shared condo. Leon’s bulging arm wrapped under the plush of ass as he carried you inside, groaning frustratedly when you pulled from his kiss swollen lips to pull your heels off.
“Hha.. Leon just— haa.. hold on..—“
“Fuck.. you think I can just ‘hold on’ when you purposefully wore this dress out on our date tonight… think again princess..” Leon practically growled against your collarbone, nipping at your skin as he heads straight for the couch. He doesn’t bother with his own shoes, those are an after though. You.. well.. you are there in front of him with your dress strap dangling off your shoulder, your pristine skin teasing him, and your cleavage just taunting rudely.
How dare you wear this dress, it hugs your body to show every curve, every sculpted piece of you that makes you so purely one of a kind. It makes Leons cock weep pathetically in his dress pants and boxers.
Leons eyes dilated as he gazed over you on once more, firmly pressing his aching cock against your thigh as he leans in. He lets out a low rumble of satisfaction, his lips firmly locking with yours. You hum sweetly against your husband. No matter how long you’ve been married, how many times you’ve kissed and devoured each other’s mouths, he always gets so worked up. You swear he gets worked up just by the thought of you. Just by your name. You wouldn’t be wrong. You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh from in the confines of his dress pants.
Your pull away for a second, but that just makes him latch onto something else, your jaw.
“Mmph.. Leon.. love you’re getting all worked up.. you’re sweating.. haa…”
He lets out a shaky exhale, eyes rolling into the back of his head when he feels your arms curl around his neck, hips jerking once against your thigh. His lips move down to your neck, sucking and nibbling little marks of ownership there, as if wearing his last name and going by “Mrs. Kennedy” isn’t proof of it enough.
“Fuck.. baby I could cum from just watching you walk into the living room every morning.. hnn.. that bed head.. haaa.. wearing my shirt.. nn.. you are so fucking radiant.. I swear I don’t know how I’ve kept myself so controlled around you..” Leon groans against the column of your neck, the warmth of his breath making you bite down on your lip.
He is utterly suffocating. In the best way possible. The smell of his cologne and natural scent surrounds you, his breath smelling of mint you both shared in the car and the wine you both had at dinner tonight. His hair smelling a mix of your conditioner and his slightly questionable shampoo choice you just cant seem to pull him away from. His shine all thanks to your expensive conditioner. As you drag your longing fingers down the love-drunk mans face, you feel his annoyingly soft cheeks, and scratchy facial hair. His eyes staring at you, the jarring blue hidden behind his hungrily large pupils.
He quickly moved forward to snatch your lips again, taking you by surprise gives his tongue the opportunity to move into your open mouth. You let out a shaky whimper, followed by a moan when you graze his wet muscle with your own, tasting the remnants of dinner on him and the punch of the wine shared between you two.
Leon’s eyes roll back at the sensation of your tongue bringing him a rush of ecstasy and dopamine, his hands holding your waist like a life line. As his lips wrapped around your tongue, his trembling hand moved from your waist over your stomach and up to your breast that brutally haunts his wet dreams. As your tongues danced together, his hand squeezes your perfect tit, his groan raw and throaty.
When the two of you pull away for air, a string of your combined saliva stayed connected between your lips and you hold his jaw to keep his head from falling down onto your chest. his eyes are half lidded and blown out. You notice just how red his cheeks and ears are, the furrow of his bows. You’re doing something to him, he looked blissed out of his mind. He’s not drunk, you both only shared one bottle of wine and leons developed a higher tolerance with his history of drinking. If anything, you felt more of a buzz.
Leon moves closer, dragging his hips up your thigh, adding friction to his painfully hard cock that’s practically drowning in pre-cum. His hips shutter and his breath hitches from the friction, the wet spot rubbing against your thigh. However he keeps his hip still, not wanting to be a horny teen and cum from humping his wife. If only he knew.
“Leon…” you whisper to him, softly undoing his tie and then his buttons, just wanting to touch his bare chest as leans in again. This time, his teeth clicked yours, making you both moan out at your closeness.
Leon’s getting really really warm, his lower stomach churning with something all too familiar. Shit, he thinks to himself. Has he gotten so old that he can orgasm just from this? So little stimulation? He takes his hips off your thigh and hovers instead, the sound he makes broken and weak. You take notice and pull back with a heaving chest, getting a tit squeeze of disapproval in response.
“Leon.. ha.. are you okay..?” Your hands run up his chest and to his neck. You notice all the drool and smeared lipstick around his lips. The color suits him. He quickly shakes his head to lean in once again.
“Nnuh… dont stop gorgeous.. don’t ever take these lips from me my love.”
He sharply inhaled as he kisses you again, your own eyes rolling back. You hate to admit it but.. you’re basically a slip and slide down there. Your clit is throbbing relentless and the fancy type of underwear you chose to put on tonight is pressed right against your clit.
Leon starts to break, arms struggling to hold himself up. Hes close, so close.. the more you move your wet tongue around his mouth the more cock twitches and aches. You swear you hear him let out a croaked whine.
Then, you feel leon go stiff and suddenly pull away, a broken gasp coming from his throat. His head dropped down and hips thrusted in the air as you looked at his pants, watched a wetspot grow, and some thick white seep through. Your eyes widened. You haven’t even jerked him off, nor did he really get.. himself off. He groans and grabs his clothed cock in an attempt to stopped the overwhelming sensation.
“Fuck… oh god im.. s..sorry.. i just.. im so in love with you i just..” he shutters out and turns to lay back against you, with your asking. You hold out your arms and wrap them around him, softly combing through his hair.
Leon shivers at your touch, leaning his head back on your shoulder and kissing your jaw. You cant help but giggle at this little predicament, watching his cum soak his now ruined dress pants.
“I must be a pretty good kisser if i just got you to cum like that!” You tease him and he looks away in shame.
“My resistance must be thinning.. I’m getting too fucking old.. it’s not those damn B.O.W’s that’ll kill be.. its my attraction to you that will..” he confesses while running his hands down his face with a heavy sigh.
You giggle at him, rubbing your nose into his hair. It does bring you great satisfaction knowing he can get so aroused by the rather simple action of making out with you to the point of straight up cumming in his rather fancy pants. You like knowing you have this kind of effect on him. You suddenly remember just how dreadfully wet and aroused you are from watching your husband bust a nut hands-free, so you bite your lip and lean into his ear, his body jerking with shivers running up his spine.
“Do you think.. you’re up to dump a load into just.. one more thing tonight Mr. Kennedy?”
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older .ᐟ leon kennedy and his utter need to feel and worship your pretty boobs. every time he gets the chance to, he’ll pull them out of your lacy bra— and sometimes, almost all the time, leon finds you wearing a bra unnecessary. when, really, you shouldn’t be covering them up and make it much harder for him to shove them inside his mouth.
he’ll stare down right through your tank top and think of your boobs going up and down his throbbing hard cock; covered in your sticky drool, while your perky nipples rub on his tip. he can be such a nasty pervert, especially when he can’t have you. you’ll bend over and he’ll get a peek at your cleavage, feeling his crotch twitch in his boxers.
leon always grunts with your soft tit in his mouth and you perched in his lap, the tip of his starved tongue flicking around your nipples one by one, then kissing them, as if your two little buds are the sweetest things he’s ever tasted in his entire life. it doesn’t help that he’s got you so addicted and used to this tingling, overwhelmingly sensation either— neither that you’re so into it and sensitive to having your boobs worshipped by your older boyfriend.
you love the attention. you drip wet and rub your pussy, soaked and lonely under a pair of panties, against his thigh, fingers running through his blond hair. he presses your boobs together and you unzip his jeans and pull his cock out, spitting in the palm of your hand and forming a tight fist around it, jerking it off with lazy strokes. all while he’s preoccupied with worshipping every single inch of your boobs, now glossy and coated in his saliva— a well deserved gift after being gone for nearly three weeks on yet another mission.
