Pride Headcanons For O.i Characters

pride headcanons for o.i characters

Steven Grant: pan. falls in love really easily and despite seeming inexperienced is actually hella chill with every orientation. probably has books and research stuff about it to make his partner comfortable. has flags in flat.

Marc: bicurious, has had crushes and thought about experimenting, but the military kinda screwed that up. He's open though. also i feel like he's especially protective of gendercurious folks. like he understands the dangers and makes an extra effort to provide support.

Jake: ally fs but straight. if one of his headmates likes a dude/is in a non hetero relationship he's chill, but he makes sure not to impede or make anybody uncomfy. has a pride bumper sticker that says 'i use homophobes as speed bumps.'

Blue: just likes getting fucked. Very open to sexual experimentation and Does Not Care what orientation or gender his partner is. Aromantic i think he just doesn't feel a need for touchy-feely. He doesn't label it.

Nathan: cishet but has definitely experimented. just to see what it's like. Very curious if his friends or partner is not straight and likes to research.

santi: i like the ftm vibe that has arisen. checks out for me. Chill, def a Pride Dad. not very open about it but goes to pride events as a stand in parent for any little kids. has pride tattoos somewhere.

poe dameron: the Most bisexual disaster i've ever seen omg he will flirt with anybody. aggressively bisexual and is a huge ally for anybody. likes having sleepovers and doing pride parties.

cecil: straight but has experimented. I think he is cishet but wants attentiom from anybody. mistook his buddy's weed afterglow for arousal once but that's the extent of his knowledge.

william: gives off homophobic vibes tbh idk what to say abt him. hella closeted/internal homophobia.

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i think steven fucks

like. do i think hes a fuckboy? no. but i do think he wouldnt necessarily be shy about it. he straight up kissed layla and he knew her for like a week. not to mention that he was not hiding his interest at all ! was he a awkward about it? yeah. but it was still pretty blatant.

i do think the awkwardness might be a barrier but only bc its not like he gets noticed often. he was pretty receptive to the woman at the museum as well despite not knowing her at all. besides being surprised i dont think he really struggles with flirting. he just doesnt get out much.

talking comics he had marlene also. i dont know much about that except that she exists. ive only read the lemire run and some of the 2021 run which hasn't really mentioned steven at all. so no comment there.

my point being that i dont think steven would struggle romantically. at least not necessarily. there's probably some adjustment between being overlooked and ignored at his museum job. but outside of that i think hes just like your average guy.

Besamé

jake lockley x reader (sort of a continuation of Clever Boy bc yall wanted jake)

read part 1 here (or don't it doesn't matter)

I'm not gonna translate the title or the pet names because if you're reading this you've read enough oscar isaac characters and jake lockley fics to understand basic romantic spanish, let's be so fr

Things had progressed smoothly in your budding relationship. Marc and Steven made up, all qualms about your affection gone. Jake, still hiding, had peeked out and you'd smothered him as well.

It was hard not to love you and Jake punched himself for doubting it. Of course you were perfect.

That morning was soft and warm, and he was up with the sun making breakfast. As much as he loved early morning cuddles, his stomach was so loud he worried you'd rouse.

Jake whistled quietly as he poured himself a mug of coffee, making sure to set yours by the coffeepot for after you ate. If you drank coffee before food you'd get a wicked stomachache.

Grinning, he nudged open the door tosee you rubbing your face sleepily, blinking in the light.

"Hi," you croaked, smiling blearily. Jake beamed, peppering your face in kisses. You smelled like sleep - still soft and comforting. Snorting, you pushed away his ticklish affection and made grabby hands towards his coffee.

"Yours is in the kitchen, my love," he said, "I made food."

Morning grogginess gone, you scampered after him, the smell of pancakes in the air. Jake watched lovingly as you ate, perusing the newspaper atop Steven's precariously balanced library.

"You've grown it out," you noted, gesturing to his upper lip. The mustache he'd been begging Marc and Steven to let him keep was blossoming. Steven was the only apprehensive one, frowning at the facial hair.

It itches, he grumbled from the headspace.

Jake waggled his eyebrows suggestively and blew you a kiss. "Sexy, ay, amor?"

You scrunched your nose and giggled. Then, realizing the time, you rushed up and tossed your napkin in the trash. "Gotta go, baby, sorry, I forgot I had an early morning!" You pressed a kiss to his cheek and hurried into the shower.

"Thanks for the food," you called over your shoulder. You grinned to yourself as you washed the suds from your body.

Marc and Steven had planned a little game on the evenings that Jake was asleep. See, both of them had officially asked you out and gone on dates, yada yada. Except for Jake. He, though arguably the most passionate, had yet to 'ask you out.' He was riding on the coattails of Steven's proposal and Marc's efforts, so to speak.

Not fair, really, Steven had mused to you, seeing as he didn't have to do anything for you to fall in love.

What are you proposing? You'd asked cheekily. He sniffed and turned away.

I don't think you should be all lovey with him until he actually works for it.

You had laughed. That's like taking candy from a baby. Poor Jake was too sweet for you to tease him like that.

Marc had chimed in. Yeah, well how come he gets a fat kiss every evening and it took you a month to give me a little peck?

That shut you up.

So, you'd schemed until a plan had been formulated. No kissing on the mouth, no touches, no nothing until Jake asked you on a proper date. Proper, Steven emphasized, not takeaway on the sofa.

Running a brush through your wet hair, you smiled at Jake and moved towards the door. Like clockwork, he leaned in for a kiss. You dodged his mouth and pressed two quick pecks to his nose. One for Marc, one for Steven. Jake awaited the third kiss bestowed to him, but you merely squeezed his hand and disappeared out the door.

Jake stood in the foyer, blinking in shock.

The dishtowel hung limply from his hands, grip loose with confusion.

"Que?" He murmured to himself, immediately raking his hand through his hair. You'd never done that...had he missed something?

Were you mad? You'd smiled at him, he'd made you breakfast, you laughed at his joke...was it the mustache? Ay, he thought you liked it!

Marc and Steven were awake but oddly silent. Steven had been with your last night, were you mad at him? No...no. Cheek kisses were for the other two, he always got the mouth. Cheek, mouth, cheek. One two three. Except now...only two?

While he fretted, Jake began to clean the kitchen. He'd never felt insecure with you. Should he? No. You were nice, you liked him, you always gave him a kiss before work. You had yesterday; he'd felt it from back in the headspace. Why not today?

Beso...he mourned quietly, absently running his fingers over his lips. Maybe it was the mustache. He'd shave it off, right now. That'd make Steven feel better, if not you. Jake tugged on his hair, eyes wide and worried.

"Ay, Marc," he hissed into the mirror, fumbling for his razor. "What's going on with her, huh? Yesterday was okay, si, then ¡Y entonce! I get nothing! Estoy confundido!"

Marc yawned lazily, smirking in the reflection. Jake's hand paused above his chin, and he narrowed his eyes. "What's that face for, eh? Why are you smirking like that?" His headmate shrugged, feigning disinterest.

Well, you know, he mentioned drolly. Jake dropped the razor and folded his arms.

"No, malo, I don't." Something was up. Steven was watching, eyebrows up to his hairline, but Jake didn't trust him either.

Marc was grinning now. You're not their boyfriend, Jake.

He gaped into the mirror, hot anger flashing in his veins. "Ay, that's not true! Maldito malo, how dare you say that! I love them just as much as any of you bastards-"

How many dates have you gone on? Steven piped up from the back, grinning cheekily. Jake opened his mouth but stopped.

Dios...he hadn't taken you on a date?

"Wait, wait," he muttered, chin in hand. That couldn't be right, you spent time with him almost every day. You'd gone on drives and to the park and the library...

"Oh my God," he breathed. "Ay, this is-" he fisted his hair in frustration, then whirled to glare at his friends.

"No, it can't be that! Yesterday I still didn't date them and they gave me a kiss, right smack on the lips! You're full of shit, Spector, that can't be it."

He wiped the shaving foam from his face and slammed the bathroom door, ignoring Steven's giggles. Bullshit. You wanted a date? He would take you on a date, he'd take you on a date every day for the rest of your life if you wanted-

Share them with us, Steven protested at the idea. Jake bared his teeth in the reflection of his phone.

"Fat chance," he seethed. He'd get that kiss back.

Work had been a hassle. You scrubbed a hand over your face before sighing and making your way to the bus stop. It was a grey evening, and would start drizzling soon. Shivering, you walked faster, imagining the comforting warmth of your shared flat.

You smiled, thinking of Jake. Hopefully the boys weren't being too mean - it was a joke, after all.

Speak of the devil, a familiar black car was parked along the curb, and you paused.

"Jake?" You stepped up to the window and peered inside. Jake's glittering eyes grinned back at you. His hat was perched cockily atop his moussed curls and he unlocked the door.

You gleefully ducked inside, grateful to be out of the rain. He sat idly, tapping his fingers on his thighs while you buckled up, fluffing your hair in the mirror and looking over. He wasn't looking at you, peering with mild interest at the traffic outside.

"What's that pout for," you teased. "Oh, you've shaved!" You leaned over to inspect his smooth chin, but he angled away.

Huh?

You sat, gingerly placing your hand on his arm. Marc had spilled the beans, it seemed. The rain beat on the windows, pattering loudly in the silence.

Game on.

You adjusted yourself in your seat, folding your legs away from him. Without any real estate to rest his hand on, Jake fidgeted near the gearshift. He so badly wanted to reach out and burrow his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs, but he couldn't. Not yours to touch, Marc taunted.

Eyes steely, Jake peeled out of the parking lot and into the main road, humming to himself. This was so wrong. His lips tingled from neglect, and he was twitching to repress his need to kiss you all over. The soft music on the radio had you bobbing your head and tapping your fingers. He wanted to grab your hand and swing along like a seated waltz.

Nope. Not yet.

When Jake pulled up in front of your favorite Thai place, you frowned.

"Wh-"

His hand was on your jaw and his breath tickled your ear. "I'll take you on a date," he growled, "but after this, you better knock it off." His tone was harsh but his grip gentle, rubbing a slow circle beneath your ear. You met his eyes innocently.

"Knock what off?"

He made a sound low in his throat and tore away, stalking around the car to throw your door open.

"What a gentleman," you cooed, pecking his jaw. He scowled, mentally urging your lips to gravitate towards his supple pout. No cigar; you grabbed his hand and led him inside.

It was warm and smelled divine, so you settled in with a smile. Jake gave a small smirk in return, foot bumping yours under the table. Your nose scrunched adorably and you bopped him right back. The two of you went back and forth, smothering giggles until the waiter took your order.

The quiet was pleasant this time, the stiffness having lifted in the spirit of warm food. As you ate and laughed, Jake's hand found his way to yours across the table.

"I'm sorry, corazon," he said, eyes wide and genuine. Your heart cracked a little bit, and you felt the tiniest bit of guilt. He looked like a kicked puppy, all begging and earnest. Caressing his palm, you squeezed back.

"Te amo," you whispered, poking him with your chopsticks. Jake sighed with relief, a crooked smile on his face. See, you bastard fools? He gloated to his headmates, 'not their boyfriend my ass.' Pendejos, both of you.

You saw the smirk on his face and cocked your head. "Don't be mean," you chastised playfully, "it's not their fault you didn't have the balls to ask me out."

Jake sputtered around his food, looking at you with bewilderment. Cackling, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, smiling against his lips. He tasted warm and familiar, like home. Stupid game, you lamented, forcing me to miss out on this.

He pulled you to his side of the booth, trailing down your neck and back up to your soft lips. Your hair was soft against his cheek and he beamed.

His rough hands cupped your chin lovingly, eyes sparkling with joy. You're so pretty, he fawned, kissing you again. A blush spread over your cheeks and you hid in his neck. he could feel your smile against his skin, and he pulled you back up for another round.

"Besame, por favor," he murmured, licking gently into your mouth. your hands fisted gently in his shirt, and he intertwined your fingers gently. Pulling back, you nudged his nose with yours.

"Take me home, lover boy."

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Beck and Call

okay so let me explain

actually no don't look at me

well

yeah no.

cw: sex. yeah. blue is blue, condescending, minimal aftercare but it's more like before-care (?) idk. 18+, themes of d/s relationship. consensual and no pain play or anything it's pretty vanilla.

Everybody knew Blue played favorites. The list changed but he always preferred one over the other. If he was bored, he'd pit you against each other with a petty comment, like Myspace in 2006. But no matter how many times girls would tussle and bite for top dog, he had his favorite.

You did nothing to warrant the attention. Nothing exceptional, but you did the work and smiled and danced like anyone else. Still, you were at his beck and call. He'd go so far as to interrupt your session with another client, barging in and pulling you off the man's dick so you could warm him for a while.

Your feet had gone numb from dangling off the edges of his chair. Blue had settled you on his lap, chest to chest. He'd unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt so you could lay against his warm skin. It had been....a while. An hour at least. You'd fallen asleep with your hands fisted gently in his lapels.

An achy, dull warmth poked through the calm quiet of your nap. It prickled and stung like the afternoon heat of July. A thin sheen of sticky sweat had gathered on your thighs. You wanted to move; to shift off his stiff cock and relieve yourself with a stranger.

Blue had specifically told you not to, so you were stuck. A low whine left your lips as you tried to shift as subtly as possible. The hot stickiness was uncomfortable and you needed something. Blue's hand, securely over your ass, grabbed harder.

"Behave," he murmured, still reviewing some stupid report from a client. He never had this much paperwork.

You fussed quietly, squirming under his strong grip. Blue relented to let you pull off your sleep shirt, grinning like a Cheshire cat when your skin shone in the low light. Your soft tits pressed against him as you settled, the cool air a reprieve against your agitated back.

Waves of want were making your folds flutter delicately, weeping onto the silk of his pants. You pressed your nose deep against his collarbone, hoping the heady smell of his cologne would ease the ache. If anything, it made it worse.

Blue hissed in warning when your leg accidentally twitched, squeezing his cock. You mewled in apology. You hadn't meant to, but the overflowing adrenaline was beginning to work against you. His jaw flexed overhead, an exhale ruffling the hair atop your head.

"In a minute, pet," he drawled. He ran his fingers idly up your spine, rubbing gently on your neck.

You shivered again, squeezing his hips with your thighs. Your grip was wrinkling his suit jacket - he'd be pissed later - but the waiting was torturous. You felt like honey had been poured all over you and seeped into your skin. Sticky, warm, sweet dripping out of your veins and between your legs. Your gummy walls had molded to him by now, the slight, constant shifting rubbing the nerves raw.

It was like having the worst bug bite of your life and scratching everywhere but the hotspot. Blue knew, of course, but he liked you like this. Eyes wide, lips still slack with sleep, warmth emanating from your bones. Needing nothing but him.

And wonderfully tight and wet on the inside. He could truthfully sit like this forever.

But that would ruin his second favorite way to enjoy you.

You yelped, curling against him as he dropped his feet from the desk, cock shifting inside to brush there. You could feel him groan pleasantly, the vibration humming through your cheek.

His hands gripped your elbows and eased you out of the locking grip you had around him.

"Not gonna drop you, sugar, lay off."

An impatient huff ruffled his collar as you pouted wetly, eyes glistening.

"Blue," you pleaded, rocking against his hips. Immediately you shuddered and nestled closer, whining at the pleasure. Blue snorted, leaning back to let you get off. He didn't even have to do anything.

You kept your face in his neck - shy little pet, poor thing - as you rocked and moaned, shivering around his girth.

The constant stimulation of the last hour had made you more sensitive than you could bear. Every drag of his cock on your walls tore another moan, louder and more desperate that the one before. Slick dripped and smeared across his clothes.

Blue was swallowing down his own moans, grabbing the arms of his chair for support. He felt like he'd been given the strongest dose of something, but his eyes were heavy and your cunt was soft and tight and oh holy fffu-

You almost fell onto his desk, bucking with the sudden onslaught of a climax. He watched, amazed, as you overstimulated yourself, sloppily thrusting and rubbing over his weeping cock.

"You need it that ba-ahd, sweetheart ah fuck-" He stuttered around a groan, legs twitching as you furiously kept riding him. Your pupils, blown out and lustful, gazed up at him under watery lashes.

"Yeah? Okay, okay," Blue grabbed your hips and rammed up hard. You shrieked, puffy clit dripping from the sharp thrusts.

This was his favorite way to have you. Whining and crying and unable to control yourself, almost pounding yourself to bits against the edge of his desk.

Blue couldn't stand up anymore, the sharp splintering pleasure numbing his calves and sending bouts of shivers through his thighs. He shuddered to the floor, still pounding into your mess.

more more more more please please Blue more

Your words were mumbled and slurred but you needed more. He'd finally scratched the bite, and the mind-numbing pleasure was coupled with a need to keep rubbing and thrusting and

"Ah!"

You arched violently, hands scrabbling for purchase on the stony floor. Blue stuttered his pace, breathing a laugh as he pulled you up, thrusting you against the wall. Your moans were punched by every roll of his hips, tears streaming and mascara smudged to oblivion.

"Good job, pet, good girl," he cooed, garbling into a moan. His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he pounded you faster. A slick, wet sound was echoing in his office. Your thighs burned from the way he caged you against a wall, but it was nothing like the burning need to come and never stop.

He leaned forward and sucked at your tits, nuzzling into the plush warmth. His lips were hot and wet and you arched closer. Blue groaned, suckling bruises across your tummy greedily.

The prickling heat was an inferno, blazing in your lower belly. A new sensation was beginning to coil, and you urged him faster.

please please

He obliged, rutting harshly, his hand snaking down you pinch your clit.

please please

You were so close, you could feel the fingers of your orgasm closing around your throat, choking a yell out of you.

Convulsing against Blue's sweaty chest, you bucked and wailed as he finally hit just right just there yes god oh oh oh

He shushed you, pressing a hand over your mouth and licking your neck, trying to calm your seizing limbs.

Hush, hush don't disrupt the show, baby, good girl, stay quiet- Blue's teeth had latched under your ear and he was rabidly rutting against your pelvic bone, drawing hiccupping sobs from your raw throat. He needed- he needed to cum he needed more...

"Shh, baby," he moaned, "I know, almost done, almostttffuck-"

He shoved in deep, stroking a tenderly sore bit that made your pink, puffy cunt weep another wave of slick. Blue was panting, small whimpers and groans as your cunt contracted in the aftershocks, fluttering and pulsing with your erratic heartbeat.

Every nerve was on fire. You could feel every dust mote and drop of sweat on your skin. too much too much off please

"Blue..." You whined softly, squirming out of his hold. He grunted and shifted off. The sensation of his thick, soft length leaving your cunt was achy and wet. Blue sat back, still coming back to his body. He watched, enraptured, as your folds twitched and glistened with his spend.

The floor was cold, cooling sweat leaving uncomfortably sticky puddles on your chest and arms. Gooseflesh prickled on your back.

Mindlessly, Blue tossed his jacket over you and reached in his desk. He rifled around in a drawer before producing a cloth.

A gentle prodding between your legs set your oversensitive clit alight and you yowled, wriggling away from his hand.

His empty palm firmly smacked your ass. "Quit," he chastised. "I'm cleaning you up." He gently pried your thighs apart and blew coolly over your messy cunt.

"Teasing's over, promise. You did good, dearest." That gentle tone was back, molding your fragile mind into a purring, contented mush. You lay back and let him rub your legs back into feeling. A comfortable warmth was over you now. The scent of him wafting off of his jacket was like a caress over your sensitive skin.

Endorphins had pounded your brain into nothing. Hazy pleasure filled your mind like cotton.

You were jostled and coddled against his chest, before being gently lifted. Blue's heart was still jumping against his ribs, and you smiled, feeling the aftereffects of his orgasm. Your lips sucked gentle kisses onto his shoulder.

His hand patted your head, stroking your hair as he made his way back to his quarters. You could feel his soft length against your leg, momentarily bewildered that he hadn't buttoned up his pants. But the numbing wave of pleasure washed that thought away, and any other that followed.

Syrupy sleep dragged you under, weak and trembling. The rasp of silk sheets and then darkness as you dozed.

He'd be back soon, your nervous heart soothed, he'll come back.

Blue draped himself momentarily over you, breathing your warm scent in deep. His cock twitched in interest. Straightening, Blue rolled his shoulders and swiftly changed his ruined clothes, setting his watch for two hours.

God, he couldn't wait.

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