#one reason he hates Sindays

[unhinged-greed]

Did also a Pride Month flag for this guy lmao.. He is Demisexual in my HC so yeah-.. Anyways Happy Pride! //

[starsechoes]

random hc time go: wrio edition (with some spicy ones included for sinday)

he's thirty-nine/forty-ish. i haven't decided yet but he's bee-keeping dad age, for sure. idc what's "canon" he's closer to middle age than he isn't.

an extroverted introvert. he is charming when he needs to be, but enjoys his own company, or the company of a select few when he wants to relax.

his sexuality is sure, why not. not hyper-sexual but what's going on downstairs or how someone identifies is the least of his concern.

what IS his concern is if said person is comfortable to talk to and doesn't put on a front. a prison warden, he's seen some scummy people, nothing really shocks him. he hates when people are fake, more than when people try to do good for the wrong reasons.

as an add on ^^ he DOES find a unique pleasure in striping someone of their mask/exterior to find the gooey center. you may be one way with others, but you won't with wrio. don't let wrio know your weakness because he will exploit it to reveal your true intentions.

real scrappy kind of guy. when it comes to a life-or-death fight, honor is for the birds. he will do what is necessary to survive, he always has.

a legs/thigh man. choke him between your thighs and he'll die happy.

the gruff exterior doesn't translate to the bedroom; he's attentive, praising, and a bit of a talker. and by bit i mean a lot. if you're embarrassed by dirty talk then good luck, wrio does not shut up.

being down in the fortress most of the time, he's not off screwing anyone that proposes him; he's got a job to do. but has been known to find comforts in the city if he's feeling the urge. it's just not often he feels the urge.

[chrislaplante]

All the sinday headcanons thanks byeeeeee

⟩ how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? chris hasn't had the experience as of yet. though there have been a couple of times where he'd been close to. once in college and once during tour, both of which he was the one to back out. perhaps due to being incredibly awkward and not being sure if it was something he wanted at the time. nowadays, since he's in a committed, monogamous relationship, it hasn't cross his mind. unless his girlfriend were to bring up the idea, if it were something she wanted to do, he'd then consider it again.

⟩ do they have a kink? if so, what is it? well. he's unaware of this but, he's got a few things... edging, orgasm denial (toward himself), minimal masochism (again, toward himself), "joi" (jerk off instructions). he's got a slight thing for gags (or did), "collaring" & bondage (more specifically, vincilagnia). face sitting, cunnilingus (if that counts), worship (he likes to do the worshipping), psychrocism (just ice, really), sensation play (he's quite sensitive to touch), tantalolagnia (teasing), and maybe wax play. though he's only experienced that one once.

⟩ have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? nah. unless it was some extreme situation where it was necessary for some reason.

⟩ how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? he doesn't own any, but he doesn't mind them.

⟩ do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? ok so, he's had a few one-night-stands. maybe a couple of times during college, and about three times while in the band (tour shit). all of them prior to being in a committed relationship. if you were to ask him, he's not fond of them. he's a very closed off guy. hard to get to know, and even harder to get him to open up. it's safe to say he prefers to have some connection with his partner (it's called trauma).

⟩ how do they feel about friends with benefits? he wouldn't be good at this. he'd eventually form romantic feelings despite trying not to. if said person is a friend already, he already cares for them so casual sex developing into something romantic, for him, would be inevitable.

⟩ how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? he was sixteen. but the circumstances were unpleasant, in retrospect - as most first times are. was it significant? sure, but not in the way he would have wanted (or anyone, really). it was with a drunken college girl who had been fighting with her boyfriend during a house party. she kept "messing" with him (accusing him of looking up her miniskirt) due to him staring from the couch across. after becoming uncomfortable he decided to step outside and she followed. the mockery and teasing continued once engaged in intimacy on the beach. he hated it. she had "fun" and advised him to not tell anyone, as she was in a relationship.

⟩ what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? he identifies as pansexual. he has a tendency to be far more interested and attracted to the person themselves than their gender identity or presenting sex. though, admittedly, he has had more experience with male-presenting partners because, in his thinking, "it's easier".

⟩ do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? he has no preference when it comes to pleasing his partner (which tends to be his focus, if he cares for his partner). although, if he is to think of himself, he'd say penetrative. it's rare for him to reach climax via a blowjob.

⟩ are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? switch, on both. it's easy for him to take on the role of the submissive partner, due to his personality overall. but he tends to read his partner and will follow their lead, thus taking on whatever role he's given.

⟩ what’s their favorite position? this depends on his partner. he's a spontaneous guy.

⟩ what’s their body count? idk, man. idk his life. (yes, i do. it doesn't surpass eight.)

⟩ what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] probably with his current girlfriend (helena). after some bad experiences, one-night-stands on the road (he was going through something), he wasn't sure he was interested in sex anymore. in fact, he was questioning whether or not he was discovering he was asexual. although he was incredibly attracted to his now girlfriend, he didn't want to experience "that feeling" again (an "empty" feeling, a "being used" feeling). and he was afraid this would happen with her too. it didn't. it took some time (as you may know - ahem) but he got over that "bump".

⟩ how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? he's not one for watching. he has partaken in exhibitionism (his partner at the time enjoyed the "thrill" of potentially getting caught, chris was not aware of this until after the fact), but it wasn't planned. essentially, he doesn't really care for either.

⟩ would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? not intentionally, no. the most public experiences he's had have been, one, at a park. at night. no one around but him and his partner. two, in a pool. again, at night, with no one around but him and his partner.

⟩ what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? probably the aforementioned above (prior question). or that one time in that little bookshop, though it was empty and during closing time.

⟩ what’s their most erogenous zone? well, there is the obvious... but then there's his neck, ears, and, surprisingly to him, his hands/fingers (as you know).

⟩ do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? yes, and yes.

⟩ what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? much like when taking a drug, the soothing effect of the afterglow for him is complete surrender. he finds himself completely relaxed, free of his usual inhibitions, insecurities, hyper self-awareness, worries, etc. for one moment, the voices in his head have quieted. it's a lot like a gentle form of sedation.

⟩ what does after care look like for them? soft affectionate gestures. holding his partner/being held. gentle touches, tender kissing. cuddling. acts of service; making sure his partner is comfortable, perhaps a meal or something to drink, an extra blanket, a movie, etc.

[feathers-n-fangs]

do you have any sinday head-canons about Griffin?

Sinday Shenanigans | @runyou-clever-boy

He’s aromantic and bisexual, so casual/platonic sex is definitely a thing he’s into.

He’s a versatile switch, and loves it when his partners take charge.

He’s never had a vibrator used on him, but if someone ever does use one on him, especially a vibrating strap/dildo, he will melt like cotton candy in water lol

He likes having his hair played with and pulled, and keeps it long mostly for that reason.

Not a fan of pet play or being dehumanized; he mainly wears collars and chokers for comfort and to cover up his bite scars.

While we’re on that subject, don’t bite his neck. Anywhere else is fine, especially his thighs, but if a partner bites his neck, it’ll trigger PTSD flashbacks to the night he was turned, and he will fully dissociate. Neck kisses are okay, though.

He’s not really into role play, especially doctor/nurse/patient or anything to do with law enforcement or emergency services, but he is a sucker for a sexy outfit. Leather and fishnets in particular are his jam!

He definitely likes being bred if he’s subbing, especially if he’s in a threesome with two other guys. He will beg them to take turns filling him to the brim.

He doesn’t feed on partners during sex, but he will feed on them afterwards if they’re okay with it, then make up for it by cooking a very iron and protein rich meal for them. As much as he hates to admit it, it’s way better than feeding from blood bags.

Public sex is hit or miss for him. Bathroom for a quickie? Not great. Sneaking off to an unused room at a party? Excellent. Teasing in the back seat of a bus, train, plane, etc.? Fine, as long as things don’t go too far. Back seat of a car? Classic. Fucking in someone’s office? Fantastic, especially if he’s bent over their desk and getting drilled like there’s no tomorrow!

Gag him if you don’t want him to get too loud.

He’s into bondage on some level, but if it feels too much like a straight jacket, he’s tapping out/using the safe word. Prefers leather cuffs over metal, and silk over rope.

Not into blood play. Not even a little.

Tries not to handle partners too roughly unless they ask for it, but he personally loves being manhandled.

Not necessarily Sinday-ish, but he likes being flirted with. Like a lot. Makes him feel more desirable, less like a monster. He doesn’t always like being the aggressor/chaser in his relationships, so if someone starts chasing after him, they’re fairly likely to win him over.

Related and definitely on the steamier side, this man absolutely has a praise kink! Tell him how good he’s being, or how pretty he is! Tell him he’s a sweetheart! Words of affirmation are very precious to him, both in and out of sex, but positive dirty talk is by far one of his biggest turn-ons and one of his submissive switches.

Even with one-night-stands, he will always wait until his partner is awake before saying a proper goodbye and leaving, and is less likely to sleep with someone again if they sneak out while he’s asleep. Basic manners and courtesy, y’know?

He’s not really into the sadomasochism part of BDSM. Mixing pain and pleasure just isn’t his thing, though he doesn’t judge those who are into it. The last thing he wants to do is hurt his partner, and while he’s sturdier than most, he’s not fond of excessive pain, either.

[sanguine-salvation]

[not so much a sinday touch but more so Rorschach manhandling Viktor 👉👈]

It was only a matter of time before Viktor ran out of knives, or at least paused to retrieve the ones that were harder to reach on their body. That was when Rorschach charged the blonde. Striking before grabbing one of Viktor's arms, twisting it behind the rogue's back and pinning them against the wall.

"Where does Sionis keep his stash?" Rorschach growled as he readied to break some fingers on Viktor's twisted arm.

[ Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful, anything goes. - ACCEPTING ]

The grate of brick and concrete burned their face almost as much as the sheer annoyance and frustration of having been caught first. There was the loud clatter of a knife as it fell from their hands, only having been seconds from goring Rorschach open in the gut.

There was a cold void where no death came, and failure trickled into their brain.

And then, the frustrating bubbled into an almost compulsive giggle as they shot a toothy, none-to-happy but far-too-bright grin over their shoulder. "Hah... aha... hahaha! That's all? Rude. I'm here to spill your blood on the street, give you sweet salvation, and all you want to bleed me of is some petty little secrets?" They winced as they strained against Rorschach's hold. Despite both their sizes, they were both too fine a match for each other. It was the reason the dance had gone so long as to make Viktor tired. What a dance, what a wonderful dance!

They turned their head best as they could, it wasn't much. "I should be offended... the Bat's not even here to stop you from playing with his toys again. But, I," they winced sharper, ow, ow, ow, "forgive you." They sighed, though their nerves still persisted in making a giggling lilt of their breath. "What makes you think I'm enough of Roman's dog to know anyway, little stain? Run out of other tails to chase?" they spoke lowly as danger sparked through their fingers. Rorschach would absolutely break those, but at least he was honest about it compared to some vigilantes.

And of course they knew something when they probably shouldn't have. One hears to many things when their life is one of sneaking through alleys and listening in on conversations for fun and to pass the woefully miserable time. But, those are their secrets.

And if they could just lull him into a false sense of victory...

[bxtsence]

🌙🫂 for rowan? 👀

Sinday headcanons

🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option?

As much as I hate to say it, one-night stands are an option especially when he's really feeling depressed. He wants to have an emotional connection built up with someone before going that route with them but... He sucks at doing that. He's only got a few friends for a reason, after all.

🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits?

He's not into friends with benefits. He feels like that just gets into weird and awkward territory, especially when it comes to the potential for developing romantic feelings for the person.

[pxison]

It’s Sinday! Whisper in my muses ear what you want to do with them...

And my muse will indicate whether they are keen or not

// Oh he’s keen alright. RIP Nami you got him v feral too

@chatcambrioleur​ asked:  “I hate you and I hope you choke.” @ Niji bc that musing got her feral

Large hands tightened their hold around the base of his throbbing arousal as Niji fought off his impending orgasm. Later when he could get his mind in order, Niji ought to thank his older brother for the chance to snoop around his bedroom and come upon the personal snail number to that hot Strawhat chick. Clicking the receiver on it became clear she expected someone else on the other end but for some reason... She didn’t hang up on him, only sticking around to spit vitriol at him which as far as she knew, infuriated him rather than aroused him.

Well too damn bad for her, he intended on getting off on her lovely voice whether she was clued in or not. Resuming his motions, he prompted her to keep going, being careful to hide the edge of desire in his tone as well as a rising flush in his face after riling himself up for the last little while.

Gradually he built up a nice, fast past guided by the slickness of his precum dribbling down his heated shaft at every pass at the head where he’d twist in order to pull even more jolts of pleasure out of his prick and imagined her hand in its place. Soft smooth hands rather than his large palms calloused from weapons use and combat.

“Come on you can be meaner to me than that.” He goaded her further, that knot tightening to its apex and upon seeing the look of frustration on her face albeit through that of a den den mushi, he snapped. Hips bucking repeatedly as her malicious words heightened and extended his orgasm.

I hate you and I hope you choke

Thick sticky ropes of cum shot out and decorated his sweaty chest with ribbons of white. The force of it all making him actually turn to bite into one of his pillows to hide a grunt. Which as it would appear, was not enough to keep the cat in the bag.

“Are you getting off to this?! Disgusting!”

Not dignifying her with a response, Niji slams the receiver down on the poor snails shell, finally releasing the pitiful creature from having to endure such a scene. Really, he should consider thanking Ichiji the next time he saw him.

[bccketts]

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[babbushka]

Thank you for doing sinday!! I am so stoked for the new Laywer Kylo AU! Can you please tell us about the first time Kylo knew that he had feelings for you? Like when he knew you were just as smart/skilled/capable as he was and that he knew he wanted you? And then if possible, what he does about it!

Anonymous said: Your Charlie gifs gave me an idea lol. May I please request lawyer Kylo getting flustered and twitterpated by how beautiful you are? If you felt like adding him being jealous too somehow, that would be fun too. Thank you!

(~900w, cw; enemies; NSFW [Kylo jerking off])

He had thought he had seen it all, Kylo had. He’d handled the biggest murder cases in New York, the most scandalous heists and robberies, front-page news kind of cases that have the world talking. He’s seen it all, and he’s prepared for it all -- at least that’s what he tells himself.

He was not prepared for you.

You, with the razor sharp look in your eye, with your perfectly tailored suits and skirts, heels that echo through the halls with such determination that it literally sends other prosecutors turning and walking the other way. You, with your briefcase full of precedents and evidence and arguments, you with your silver tongue and charm and wit and oh how he hates you.

He hates you, because you win. You win case after case, against his firm – against him.

He still remembers it, the first day, the very time you ever stepped into the courtroom, a last minute addition to a legal counsel in a triple homicide that Kylo was winning. He had been winning, dammit, and then you came in and Kylo’s entire world stopped.

The way you moved through the courtroom, the way you spoke to the judge, to the witnesses, the way that you presented your defense with such cunning had Kylo floored. It was the first time Kylo had ever lost a case, and the sting of the loss cut through him deeply. So deeply that he had made a scene, his first time ever doing that either.

“Are you kidding me?” He had nearly shouted, when the jury reached a verdict of not-guilty. “You call this justice? Are you people out of your minds?”

“Mr. Ren please control yourself or I’ll hold you in contempt.” The Judge had looked at him lazily over his glasses, glad to be done with the case and not wanting to deal with this anymore. It had been a Friday, and Kylo knew everyone wanted to go home, but the fury that bubbled up inside him wasn’t something that couldn’t be contained.

And then – there you were. Offering him a hand to shake, as the rest of your counsel spoke among themselves, spoke with their client who nearly cried with relief.

“(Y/N) (L/N),” You say, with a warm, civil smile. “Pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard many great things.”

Kylo didn’t take your hand then, he hadn’t been able to move. He simply stared at you, shocked by your beauty, absolutely stunned by it. By the way your eyes glimmered, by the shape of your nose, of your lips, of your cheekbones…even the crease of your forehead when your brows pulled in confusion was nothing short of gorgeous to him.

“Well, better luck next time.” You had said, coolly retracting your hand and walking away, leaving Kylo standing there, staring after you.

He didn’t even hear Hux’s bitching about the outburst, all of his senses reduced to a standstill. The only thing he could feel was burning hatred and rage and embarrassment and complete and total awe. Who were you? Who was this mystery woman who sauntered into his case and won it in forty-five minutes flat -- a case that was on day four of trial, that Kylo had been so fucking close to winning?

Kylo was ragingly hard before he even knew what was happening, his expensive dress shoes carried him to a bathroom he knew no one ever uses, his hand fumbled with his belt the second that the latch of the stall clicked into place…

Exactly the same position he finds himself in now, as a matter of fact, probably the reason why the memory resurfaces now of all times. He’s got his cock slicked up with his own spit, wishing it were yours, wishing it were your lips wrapped around the flushed head instead of his fingers. He has to bite on his sleeve, has to shut himself up so no one hears himself panting and moaning your name.

The first day of trial is about to start, and he cannot fucking think about anything other than how good you look today, how well your dress fits, how perfectly crisp the corners of your blazer lapels are.  That memory is burned into his brain, how beautiful you were that very first day, and somehow, over the years, you’ve only gotten more and more stunning.

He’s only allowed his hatred to grow deeper and deeper – he hates you when you’re fucking in his bed, he hates you when you’re arguing at dinner, he hates you when you’re winning the goddamned cases. You won’t win this time, Kylo’s sure, not once he comes and gets the fog out of his brain.

No, he thinks as he pictures you smiling and laughing and teasing and rolling around in the covers with him, as he comes to the thought of you complimenting his cooking and his outfits, as he curses out your name in something like a plea, a request, begging for you to touch him kiss him smile at him – this time he’ll hold out his hand, and you’ll be the blindsided one.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

[spymeister]

honesty hour AND sinday? Tyran Jazz! How bad do you wanna do that tyran Cade?

He's curled up on the beach, staring out over the Pacific with an inscrutable look on his face. Beyond the waves, he knows there's a tomb where he'd crawled up from. He knows that there's nothing alive down there, he'd cannibalized some of the frames and a spark. But at the same time, there's a very tired longing to just walk into the ocean and open up all his vents so it snuffs the light in his chest. It's not Barricade's fault he's like this, or anyone's really- unless he wants to get technical. But, even he has his days were the mask slips and he has trouble finding the reason to keep smiling.

He hates feeling like this- and some days are better than the other, but the most recent ones have been shitty days.

The question is rewarded with a shrug.

"Dunno. Really depends on when he decides he wants to actually talk. I'm tired, and I can't keep puttin' the overtures out there. So whenever he wants t'talk, he can try to contact me- but given his temperament?"

Faint, tired wry snort.

"Don't ever see that happenin', so it really don't matter wha' ah want or think."

[smolbeandrabbles]

Money, Honey - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)

GIF CREDIT: X

@happyskywhale @wltz-bby​

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting @babydoll97!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 Thank you for also letting me write him the way I see him - that’s very sweet of you! Although I think I mixed in a fair amount of how I usually see him written, so hopefully he turns out okay for everyone! 😁

I’m also so sorry that it sat half finished for so long! 🙈

Also, for my favourite of all of Ben’s characters it sure has taken me a long time to get this ‘explicit’ with him... 🤔 Disclaimer: RPO Characters not mine / GIF not mine / lyrics not mine Premise: Nolan is supposed to be away on business, it doesn’t stay that way for long. Both of you need a little something-something... 

Words: 2761 Warnings: Sinday/Sunday Smut / Swearing 

--- Damn, I love the Jag, the jet, and the mansion (oh, yeah) And I enjoy the gifts and trips to the islands (oh, yeah) It's good to live expensive, you know it But my knees get weak, intensive... When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey) When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey) When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey) Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey) That's M-O-N-E-Y. So sexy, I... Damn, I'd love a boat by the beach on the West Coast (oh, yeah) And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast (oh, yeah) It's good to live expensive, you know it But my knees get weak, intensive... You know I 'preciate the finer things But it's not what makes me happiest, baby (I can do without it, babe) Your tender loving's more than I can handle Never burn out this candle baby, baby ---

It was just a normal Saturday night of missing the man you loved.  You were lying in bed, propped up on your elbows listening to your favourite playlist and scrolling through IOI news you’d seen 100 times. If for no other reason than you got to see his face, and occasionally if it was a video hear his voice. You groaned gently, wondering if it was okay to try and get off to news reels. Why, when you needed him so damn bad, did he have to be out of town? You sighed, wiggling your hips around and swinging your legs in the air in discontent. You pouted and continued your scrolling – also why did he always look so fine in these pictures!? Why did you have to scroll through some particularly delicious ones of fashion shoots in sharp suits – some of which with buttons undone a little lower than necessary – but also exactly what you needed right now. And the thirsty comments that followed them weren’t helping you one little bit either. Yet you had to agree with them, and you got to lie there with a smug smirk – seen as you were the person with the man they were all talking about. You groaned again running your hands over your face and through your hair with a sigh – as soon as he was home in a few days you weren’t going to be able to keep your hands off him. Or, maybe it would have passed by then. All you really knew was right now it was agony – and not even sweet agony. You were frustrated. You needed him. Desperately. ** Nolan had the same problem – he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Usually being away wasn’t so bad – but he’d had a hard day of answering a lot of tough questions. The kind where he’d get to go home afterwards and fall into your welcoming arms – that he’d at least have that thought in his head all day as relief. Not so today. And he couldn’t deal with it – so he’d driven all the way back to Columbus (even if it meant getting up insanely early to drive back; he still needed to be there tomorrow) just to see you. He was surprised that you weren’t running to him the moment he opened the door. Nolan tentatively called out your name, but gained no reply. Deciding instead he’d like to surprise you with his return, he followed the light trail up to your bedroom, smirking. Perfect! It was obvious why you’d not heard him as soon as he entered; with headphones and your attention on your phone, you were in your own little world. His smirk only broadened; slipping from his suit jacket and unfurling the knot of his tie before undoing a few buttons. Nolan Sorrento didn’t even give you fair warning before he grabbed both your ankles and dragged you down the bed towards him. You immediately gasped, it was sharp but not quite a shriek, adrenaline spiking in the situation as you were flipped from your front to your back – coming face to face with your partner. Your cheeks flushed – bright red. As if Nolan had heard every little dirty thought that had run through your head as you’d lain here without him. In reality, your prayers had just been answered, and you didn’t know who you were supposed to thank first. You removed your headphones and reached up to touch his face, as if you needed to check he was real. “Nolan! You’re home-!?” A great surprise, but he wasn’t meant to be, you knew that for certain. Not about to count your blessings twice on perhaps the whole thing being cancelled… He twisted to gently kiss your palm, “Baby, I couldn’t be without you…” Your smile was gentle, “Me either.” His eyes traced your body – you were wearing an old IOI t-shirt and sleep shorts, with the way he’d pulled you both had ridden up dangerously and Nolan bit his lip hard, groans rising in his chest. That was unbelievably sexy. With his body weight pressing down into you, you moaned gently, feeling how desperately he needed you. Nolan Sorrento was aching for you – if he’d really driven all this way to do to you what you been lying here wanting him to, it was either the craziest coincidence or the best case of stars just aligning. Nolan kept his weight on his knees, running his hands up your body; you responded immediately with tiny little groans, shivering under his fingertips as they glided over your hips. He put just enough pressure on your body to pull your shorts and underwear too. That sent you another set of shudders and you bit your lip; the friction against your clit exactly what you craved. “Nolan…” If he wasn’t already smirking before, he was now; “That’s my girl…” His hands ran higher, over your ribs. One stilled, but the other travelled; over your shirt – which was much more of a tease than going under it. Nolan’s fingers brushed your nipple, circling it, and you lurched into him. You very nearly cursed yourself for spending so long thinking about him and your eyes fluttered closed. “Nolan-!” He chuckled, re-pressing his weight into you and you groaned again, it was clear that both of you had it bad. And as his hands roamed you to a series of excited mewls, Nolan’s lips found your neck, your shoulders and then your ear, the nip was small but a shiver ran through you again. You were probably wet before he’d even come home, but now you just wanted to be one with him. And even just that small nip had you pushing up into his body again – that friction was exquisite. Nolan laughed, hot breath against your ear as his voice dripped lust; “Someone missed me…” “Nolan… God, baby please…” He smirked, “What were you doing sweetheart… without me, hmm?” Nolan’s hand travelled back down to your panties, running his index finger teasingly over them as your hips rose to meet the friction – mhm, he knew it now too. “Nolan, please!” “You want me, don’t you?” Yes. Yes you absolutely did, but he wasn’t going to get away with something like that, you pushed your knee up between his legs and his grip on you tightened. “As bad as you want me.” His kisses transferred to your lips with a smile and you tangled your hands in his hair; Nolan pushed your leg back down and apart but was wasting no time, pushing your shorts to one side he slid his thumb up to your clit. You gasped against his kiss, body quaking underneath his, before Nolan inserted two fingers – at first tentatively, but you were so wet and ready for him that your hips instinctively widened as you gripped him tighter. Pulling from your lips Nolan tsked you, his lazy smirk teasing you: “Oh, darling…” and you hated him for it, for how desperate he was implying you were. Of course the problem was tonight he would be right. He was slow and careful with you though, thumb brushing you in leisurely, gentle circles as he focused more on stretching you; you were still going crazy, because although Nolan was touching you it wasn’t enough. And whining for him did nothing more than make his smirk widen. Nolan Sorrento wanted nothing more than to be inside you, but he knew how much your pleasure mattered: determined to be patient and satisfy you. Your hips jerked upwards as he varied his pressure, pressing his thumb a little harder over your clit and this time you did curse. “Do you like that, hmm?” It didn’t help that you were also aware of how eagerly your body was clenching around his fingers, still moving inside you, “Oh, you do, don’t you?” His voice was dark and husky and you weren’t sure if that was just your affect on him that he couldn’t control, or Nolan was doing it on purpose. As his fingertips brushed what he was really looking for, your body gave another jolt up into his; and the friction of how hard he was against you had you calling his name as you moaned, once… twice… head tipped backwards as he touched your G-spot again. “Baby- Please-!” You were surprised you managed to be even that coherent. Nolan just chuckled; “Please what?” “Finish me… fuck me… I need you.” Need you. Not just want you. Need you. And you said it like you’d die without him. “My pleasure.” Nolan kissed you again, and you were already drunk on him. The feel of his body pinning you down, of his hands on you – within you, the way his scent surrounded you, the sound of his voice, his laugh, his breathing… the taste of his kiss – you were having a complete sensory overload. He didn’t withdraw his fingers from you; and his continued attention to that spot had you very nearly writhing beneath him. Shit, Nolan, please… just let me--! Just LET me-! And at the sound of his belt buckle and the zipper on his pants coming undone, you very nearly did. Nolan’s lips left yours at the same time that his fingers did – and you’d have been pissed, if he didn’t immediately push into you. He filled you completely, and you moaned at how wonderful he felt. One with you once more. Exactly where you wanted him. You locked your legs behind him – pulling him as deep as he could go. Nolan choked out a gasp; he wasn’t smirking anymore. Your hands framed his face for a moment, as he reigned his composure in enough to actually move, you were quiet, watching every emotion that crossed his face. You knew he was half way there already, so your sweet sigh coupled with letting yourself clench freely around him drew a full body shudder as Nolan dipped his head. “Fuck-” You very nearly laughed triumphantly at that; but the look in his eyes as he brought them back up to your face stole your breath instead. That intense dark blue was not to be messed with, rimmed with the same lust that dripped from his voice – you were prepared for this sex to be quick and dirty. You weren’t even sure you particularly cared, you just wanted him. Nolan withdrew from you enough for the loss of him to have you whining, and as your body moved beneath his, he pinned your wrists back. “Stay still for me.” His voice broke over his command, and you mewled again as he pushed back into you, a little slow and sloppy as Nolan tried to gain control of himself. Clearly your writhing was not helping the situation. Yet, to you, his pace was torturous – and you were beyond caring about how many times you moaned, or that his name tumbled from your lips – needy. He responded to you, mercifully and, letting you slide your hands to entwine with his, intensified his pace. But not in increments; Nolan wasn’t taking you higher and higher every second – but from relaxed and sweet to hard fucking near instantaneously. That only made you louder; squeezing your eyes tightly shut, you lost control of all your senses. Everything was screaming, you could hear his panting and your heart pounding, feel every single small point of contact where his skin brushed yours – and you were holding him so tight; nails digging into his hands you’d be unsurprised if he was left with 10 little indents. “No-lan-!” You couldn’t even say his name in a single breath, from the pitch in your vocals you were surprised you could speak at all. Having gained some semblance of control over his body; even if only for your sake, Nolan was having no trouble, “You like that, baby, huh?” You weren’t going to bother try to be coherent, a nod of your head would have to do – but how could he not know? Nolan could hear how he was making you feel for himself. All your lack of response invited was another delicious smirk and his pull of your body, to thrust into you a little harder at just the right angle. He felt so good, so damn good - all you wanted was for him to keep fucking you like this, endlessly – but it couldn’t be endless, even if you could dream of such things. It was what made you crave him so much. “No- No- No-” After the third attempt you gave in again. Close enough to a one-time nickname he hated, you weren’t even going to bother with that second syllable, barely manging the first between sharp pants. God, you were so ready… He must have known that too, and Nolan read every sign of your body, changing his rhythm just so slightly to match the way your body was quaking, keeping you comfortable. You were on that edge now, even when being tipped from it was the main goal it was about keeping there, for maintaining that pleasure for as long as possible. “That’s it…” Now his voice was shaking in pleasure too – you weren’t surprised, you were certainly being greedy with him what with the way you clenched around Nolan to keep him within you, “…Good girl.” Good girl? He’d never called you something like that before – where did that come from? The sudden shift in mood in Nolan somehow excited you more, and your body couldn’t maintain the high he was giving you. Your gasp was sharp; this time managing his full name before your ecstasy stole the air from you once more. That was enough for him; and his choked breath followed your climax, before he stilled. Nolan’s spine curved and his head bowed as he groaned, grip on your hands tightening as he finished within you. His heavy breathing matched yours, and the sound mixed, filling the stillness of your softly lit bedroom. Nolan growled softly as he withdrew from you – you whimpered quietly at the loss of his body so close to yours, as he afforded you both some breathing room for a minute. When Nolan finally raised his head to look at you, he was panting and sweaty, dark grey hair very nearly back to its natural colour. He looked like a mess – albeit a hot one – as he nestled into the sheets next you, drawing you nearer to him to hold you close in his arms, rubbing his hands comfortingly over your back and shoulders: “Oh, babe, I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…” You shook your head, snuggling into his chest and holding him just as close, running your fingers through his hair as you hushed him. Speaking gently between kisses; “It’s okay… I needed it too…. Nolan it’s okay…” His kisses back were slow; all his energy spent. But the content sleepy look on his face was insanely cute and you got to bask in that for a moment. It wasn’t so often you saw him this relaxed; maybe he could unwind, for just five minutes – here in your arms. Until you suddenly thought on possible consequences of what had just happened, eyes wide: “Wait… did you-!?” Nolan’s eyebrows knitted and he frowned, before he caught on and his eyes too widened: “Fuck! Oh god, I’m so sorry-! Do you have…?!” It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about children, it wasn’t like you didn’t want them with him, it’s not like it would just happen, but it was always a possibility. Still, you didn’t currently have any form of protection with you: “I could… get some.” “You don’t sound so sure you want to?” Nolan shifted as he propped himself up on his elbow, mysteriously curious about it – was that a small smile or was he more perplexed? “…Would it be such a bad thing?” You weren’t sure how else to voice such a question. Even if it deserved a little more gravitas. “…Do we want to take that chance, right now?” It wasn’t a no. “Do we NOT want to take that chance right now?” The look on his face as he took your hand in his told you Nolan had no answer for you, before he turned those perfect blue eyes back on you – brushing his lips to yours. “Okay, well let’s see.” He pulled you close again as he lay back in the sheets, you cuddled into him with a nod, closing your eyes and settling to the sound of his heartbeat, “One step at a time…” 

--- Thank you so much for requesting-! 🥰🥰🥰 Thank you for reading! 

[jericholeader]

hello it is not sinday, what is Markus' libido like? In android verse but also human verse. Asking for a friend (the friend is Connor)

@wasscared

hello. ;) I feel like... this got longer than I thought it would and.... I hope it answered Connor’s questions. If... not... he is free to be specific. Under read more for obvious reasons.

Markus is more experienced sexually in his human verse than he is in android verse, but regardless of verse, he is sex-favorable and very aware of what he likes.

He’s not turned on by lethality and danger. He will not be ‘got going’ by being treated coarsely or harshly, verbally or physically. This is not to say that an element of physicality isn’t a turn on - far from - but it has to be with someone he has an already established emotional and sexual (and reciprocated!!!) attraction too.

Under comfortable and intimate circumstances, his libido is... fairly high. 

He does enjoy intimacy as its own gesture. He enjoys showering with Connor, feeling the warmth of him and the heat of the water, and the texture of his skin, without any underlying desire for sex. The intimacy of it is enough. He would feel the same, about the way their naked bodies tangled together in the after. He would be receptive to ‘round two’ if desired, but he very much enjoys the intimacy of skin-on-skin.

But in the privacy of their apartment and bedroom (or hotel room, etc), he is quite favorable to the possibility of sex. He has some specific turn-ons - being pushed and kissed against walls/doors, being pushed back on couches/beds, kissing/licking/nipping at his neck/collar/back of his neck, hearing his partner’s moan/make noise as he kisses them, touches on his thighs... he wanted me to insist, again, the sounds Connor makes when he hums and kisses against his neck. He.... also.... wants me to add how much it means when Connor frames his face with his palm/holds his face/neck in that way, that will gain him a fluttered eyes and turning of his face into the touch every time, even during the act. I both love and hate him.

Though Android!Markus is quite receptive to sex (his libido is strong) during close/comfortable/peaceful settings, when they are both at ease and both very clearly moving in that direction (it doesn’t have to be easy and slow; but, they both Know; they know when they are in the mood), it is fairly exclusive to that kind of setting. He.... doesn’t seek sex in the midst of crisis to ‘blow off steam’ or ‘release tension’. Is he... more likely to initiate after Connor has been away? Yes. He misses him. He is in love with him. But if they were pressed and stuck and in a threatening situation but had to wait, his desires would be close contact (physical closeness, hands, shoulders, leaning on one another), not sex.

Human!Markus shares much the same libido with android!Markus however... I think... he would be more favorable toward sex earlier on in the relationship than android!Markus would be, if, IF, Connor shares that feeling. He shares the same turn-ons/offs. He doesn’t find being treated Less in any way attractive, and... he is very... careful? with physicality in his sexual relationships. He was physically abused when he was young (and later; violently assaulted and nearly killed by two police officers). He still shares being turned on by being pressed into walls/doors by his partner, but... he... enjoys less of being pinned/pushed, than android!Markus. However, if Connor and he were kissing, and it was going that way, he would not be adverse to falling into bed or moving it to the bedroom or Connor staying over, even if they hadn’t been together as long as android!Markus has been with Connor. 

tl:dr: Markus’ libido is quite active in intimate/comfortable/peaceful settings with Connor, but he isn’t one to be turned on by stress. He does have some specific turn ons/offs, and he does enjoy intimacy and skin-on-skin contact on its own, without sex too. 

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

NSFW Alphabet.

-I started writing this up forever ago because I saw it around, figured I might as well, and then forgot. Pretty sure the original list was made by @/fairy-tail-babes, but do correct me if I’m wrong. Happy Sinday, feel free to steal.

A = Aftercare      ---Afterward, Nagito tends to be quite affectionate, if a little lethargic. He'll compliment his partner a lot, and whisper sweet and loving things in a low, soft voice. At times he comes across as a little clingy, even scared that the intimacy will end there and his partner is going to up and leave. But with plenty of cuddling, some softspoken words, and a nap, his partner is going to have one happy marshmallow on their hands. 

B = Body part     ---He doesn’t really have a favorite part of his own body. Nagito has never thought of himself as especially handsome, or especially hideous. In fact, he’s never thought about his appearance much at all. That said, if he S/O shows a preference for something (usually his hair or his eyes, let’s be real), then he will take better care of that part of him. As for his partner, he often has a strong appreciation for their hands, chest, and neck. He’ll find their hands fascinating because of the wonderful duality about them. Kissing their fingertips can be either the most chaste, adoring act in the world, or the most suggestive, with only the smallest change in technique. He loves that he can hold their hand in public around other people, but also during their most private, intimate moments. He can spend hours just watching his fingers entwine with theirs. As for the chest thing, aside from the obvious, one of his favourite places to kiss his S/O is just above their heart, and likewise, he will probably melt if they did the same to him. He considers his lover’s very life to be an absolute miracle, and the pinnacle of hope, so something symbolic of that - like their heartbeat - is comforting to him, and he adores falling asleep to the sound of it. And finally, aside from finding the curve of their neck very alluring, he likes kissing them there, and also just nuzzling while he holds onto them. It’s a very secure, comfortable place to be. He can hear them breathing, breathe in their scent, and block out the world for a little while. 

C = Cum     ---Nagito has something of a double standard in this regard. He finds his own viscerally disgusting (along with pretty much everything else about himself), but he’s very comfortable with his partner’s. He will probably go into shock the first time they swallow. He won’t hate it though.

D = Dirty Secret      ---The fact that he has a dirty side probably is his secret. He tends to assume that people will assume the worst of him, so if anyone knows he had a horny thought in his life, they’d probably think he’s a pervert, on top of being useless and stupid. Thus, such thoughts tend to come with a lot of shame and frustration for him, as does every desire for anything gratifying that he feels. 

E = Experience      ---No. Generally, he prefers only to participate in sex with someone he deeply cares for -- a preference he’d rarely ever stray outside of, and only under certain, strenuous circumstances. Between Nagito’s own selectiveness, and tendency to drive people away (either consciously or subconsciously), he doesn’t have many willing suitors. Rest assured, though, he’s very perceptive and a fast learner. It doesn’t take long to figure out what he’s doing. 

F = Favourite Position      ---Any position that allows for eye contact and plenty of touching. Bonus points if they’re close enough to kiss. He likes to look at his partner while they do the fucc, and marvel at everything about them. 

G = Goofy     ---At first, a little bit. He’ll laugh a lot as he does when he’s nervous, and may act uncharacteristically clumsy. Once he’s comfortable, it’s more a matter of what kind of what they’re about to do. Though, he’s never too serious to smile for the person he loves. 

H = Hair      ---The people want to know, and thus, they shall: yes. His hair is the same colour all over. Do with that what you will. 

I = Intimacy      ---Nagito is the type to go the extra mile to make every time special. It can honestly be a little exhausting, especially if he and his S/O already live busy lives. He spends a lot of time on foreplay, and will pour his whole entire soul into making his partner feel loved and special. Every. Single. Time. So yeah, as with all other aspects of his personality, he can be tiring and painstaking at times; but he’s always worth the extra effort. Every time with him is a whole experience.

J = Jack Off      ---Typically, something he does to blow off steam every now and again, with nothing in particular on his mind. When he starts to crush hard on someone, he’s surprised to find himself thinking of them more and more, even during his...private moments. The first time that happens, he’s surprised at how much more intense it makes everything feel, and he has to stop and take a cold shower. In part, because he wasn’t prepared for it; and in part, out of shame alone. Eventually he can’t stop himself and does finish and it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever given himself -- only to wind up not even looking that person in the eye for a good week. His fantasies while masturbating tend to be rather benign, too. It’s more abstract sensations - like the way a person smells, or the sound of their voice - than anything literal. 

K = Kink     ---You know, the whole #letnagitogetpegged2kforever thing started as a meme on this blog. It was initially “hey someone be nice to him uwu” and gradually evolved into, “for the love of god rail him please i swear”. In case it isn’t clear, I tend to use these kind of things as shorthand for my many, many rants on how Nagito is a Good Boy and Deserves Love, like the filthy apologist I am. It goes hand-in-hand with the running joke that his kink is love and affection -- though let’s be real, nothing makes him drop his pants faster than being made to feel loved, adored, and safe. Nothing.     That said, he will jump at the chance to be f’d in the a’, all the while insisting, “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”. Plenty of kisses and kind words, and some light hair pulling, and he will fall to pieces. He also really, really likes going down on his partner. If his S/O is smaller than him, seeing them in his clothing and nothing else does Things he can’t quite explain. If his S/O is stronger than him, he finds he enjoys being manhandled a little or pinned, so long as they’re at a point where he’s totally comfortable with them. He enjoys teasing and being teased, and hearing whatever noises he can elicit from his partner. Praise works so many kinds of wonders. The first person to tell him he’s not actual human garbage for whom death is too good will own his soul, I swear.

L = Location      ---Bed. Yeah, I know. But it’s familiar, comfortable, and well-equipped that he can take his time and give his partner his all. 

M = Motivation      ---It’s really not difficult to get him going. If his S/O makes their intentions clear, all it takes is a few indecent words and well-placed touches, and his interest is piqued. He is very touch-starved, what do you want?

N = NO     ---As a general rule, Nagito doesn’t like things that remind him of unpleasant times in his life. Nor would he want anything to depersonalize the experience, undermine his sense of safety, or is likely to go wrong due to his luck. No pain, and as much as he might pretend otherwise, no degrading. If he actively asks to be degraded, it’s a sign that he’s too involved in his self-loathing to be enjoying himself, and it’s probably time to take a break. Nothing unsanitary. Nothing that keeps him from being able to communicate, even if he’s not very good at it. He wants very badly to enjoy being tied up, because the idea of handing over that kind of ultimate trust to his partner is thrilling. However, that’s the kind of thing that needs a lot of working up to. He’s been tied up before in his life. Didn’t go well for him.      As an aside, Nagito is, as we all know, very bad at communicating his limits, especially if he feels they aren’t shared. It will likely take some intuiting on the part of his S/O to help suss him out a little. He is how he is. But he’s trying. 

O = Oral      ---He doesn’t mind receiving, of course, but definitely prefers giving. He’s pretty good at it, too. Sometimes he’ll exhaust his S/O that way, and be quite content even if that’s all they do. 

P = Pace      ---Left to set the pace himself, Nagito tends to take things slow. Agonizingly so. He likes to make it last. Like I said: every encounter is an Experience. 

Q = Quickie      ---Quickies don’t work for him as a replacement for sex for all the reasons above - it’s just not enough time to do all the things he wants to do - but for leaving him breathless and wanting more, as a precursor to later on, they’re pretty effective. 

R = Risk      ---The word “risk” is a strange one for Nagito. Due to his luck, he can get away with a lot more than most people. This has probably lead to a share of escapades with the right adventurous-type S/Os. 

S = Stamina      ---You know, regrettably, it’s not the best, once the actual fuccing begins. He’s pretty easily overwhelmed. But what he lacks in stamina, he makes up for in every other way. He would never want to leave his partner disappointed. 

T = Toy      ---Nagito is not opposed to the use of toys, either giving or receiving. Generally speaking, he’s pretty open-minded about trying new things, and if they work out, he’s happy to incorporate them into their regular routine. 

U = Unfair      ---Yet another long-running joke on his blog is that Nagito doesn’t deserve rights because he is a bottom. And you know what? That’s fair. Most of the time, he will default to - and be comfortable in - a more submissive role. But that isn’t to say he won’t be just as gifted at, and have just as much fun, taking control of things every now and again. And for someone so polite and composed and otherwise relaxed, it’s almost disorienting how easily that switch is flipped. Nagito has a silver tongue and a strong knack for finding peoples’ weak spots. He can tease his partner for hours, and if that wry smile is anything to go by, he really, really enjoys it. What I’m saying is, Top!Nagito is very powerful and should be feared.

V = Volume      ---So, you know how it’s physically impossible for him to shut up at any given moment? Yeah. Outside of his usual rambling about how his partner is a perfect, wonderful person who he loves with all his heart, interwoven with other filth not at all for polite company, he moans and whines a lot. Especially as he becomes more and more worked up, and less and less coherent. Sometimes he will try to muffle himself with his hand or a pillow (particularly early on while he’s still self-conscious); most of the time, he won’t bother. At a certain point it may be nearly impossible for him to control the sounds he’s making, so if some quiet is needed, it may be up to his partner to find a way to keep his mouth occupied. 

W = Wild Card      ---Nagito has an intense fascination with intricate lingerie. You know, the type that has a million straps and pieces and whatnot. Not just for all the obvious reasons -- he really does enjoy trying to figure out how all this complicated clothing works, and can spend ages just tracing it all with his fingers in amazement. RIP to the S/O who was trying to rile him up to make things move faster. What can he say? It’s the puzzle-solver in him. 

X = X-Ray      ---Slightly above average. He’s not overwhelming, but nowhere near disappointing, either. Once time, an anon submitted a logical deduction that explains this in full. I fucking love this community. 

Y = Yearning      ---His sex drive isn’t too high, but it’s high-er when he’s alone with his S/O more. In case it isn’t crystal yet, sex is primarily something he uses to express the way he feels about someone, and seek the contact he’s so desperate for. The deeper he’s fallen for someone, the stronger his desires will be -- or at the very least, the more likely he is to honour them, rather than bury his need for love and pretend it doesn’t exist.  

Z = ZZZ      ---He tries. He really does. But after a long session, he’s probably too tired to stay awake for very long. It seems only appropriate to end this list as it began: with plenty of cuddling, some softspoken words, and a nap, his partner is going to have one happy marshmallow on their hands.

[babbushka]

Happy Holi-sinday Mrs.Z ☺️ May I request for the popular lawyer fellow the words of silence,coming home,secrets, and mulled wine from the December word prompt list 🖤

You have every reason to hate him, you know.

Not for the usual reasons that you hate people, which is interesting. He’s not a bad man, he’s just…well…for one thing, Kylo Ren was your rival, your enemy. That’s what he was, wasn’t he? The direct opposition, the direct competition. When you stepped up to bat, he was pitching, he called all the shots and made you jump through hoops to disprove them.

For another thing, he was the most completely insufferable human being you had ever met in your entire life. He’s a jackass, offers scathing criticisms and rubs his own accomplishments in the face of everyone so misfortunate to walk past. He has no sense of decorum when he’s not in a mood to be polite, when he wants to be difficult. He causes trouble in the courtroom, he yells, he’s unhinged at times, nearly gets himself held in contempt.

You’ve seen his whiplash temper firsthand, you’ve witnessed how he absolutely loses it for no reason at all. You know how he’s aggressive, he’s intense, he’s intimidating and rightfully so. You’ve seen how he uses that stature of his to get what he wants. You’ve seen how he seemingly has enough energy to debate and argue into the small hours of the morning when that stature doesn’t work.

He talks over you and interrupts you, he makes you fight for your spot at the top of the food chain time and time again, and sometimes he claims victory. Sometimes he loses, but other times he wins, and fuck how you hate him when he wins, when he rubs that win in your face. He’s arrogant, conceited, and dangerously smart. Smart enough to make you want to punch him, when he’s right, because he can never just be right and be done with it, he has to make sure the world knows he’s right.

He’s mean and rude and vicious and relentless and he’s handsome and funny and – no, you think, as you step out of the elevator in the middle of the night, finally making it back home to your own apartment, no you have to stay on track.

Kylo is mean and horrible and terrible and a pain in your fucking ass. He always has been, and he always will be.

So then, why, when he’s dead asleep in your bed for some unknown reason – how did he even get in? – and he’s taking up all your covers, and there’s a half-drunk glass of your homemade mulled wine on the coaster atop your bedside table, do you simply climb in next to him?

Why, if you have all these reasons to hate him, why in the quiet of the late late night when the snow is falling gently outside your window, do you let yourself be pulled in his embrace by unconscious arms, do you let yourself be tucked up against his sleep-warmed chest, his snoring rumbling in your ear.

You have all these reasons to hate him…but if that’s true…

Then why don’t you?

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Want To Want Me - Vince Kovac x Reader (Tangle)

GIF CREDIT: X @wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​ #MendoTagSquad (Let me know if this works!)

Author’s Note: Could tell you I didn’t choose that GIF for any reason. Would be lying 😏😏😏

For context - I started this October last year. I finished it in April.  Exactly a month ago in fact!

Disclaimer: Tangle Characters not mine / Lyrics not mine / neither is the GIF above but oh thank god it exists... man... I could stare at that all day... Wh..Where was I?!

Premise: Vince Kovac likes watching you sleep, he might imagine that you’d be dreaming of him. This morning all he wants to do is wake you up - and he’s going to enjoy every second...

Words: 1618

Warnings: This is likely the only time I will essentially give you smut without plot. 🤷‍♀️ It is what it is! / Sinday/Sunday Smut / Oral. Please read on basis that this act is consensual 

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It's too hard to sleep I got the sheets on the floor, nothing on me And I can't take it no more, it's a hundred degrees I got your body on my mind, I want it bad Oh just the thought of you gets me so high So high

Girl you're the one I want to want me And if you want me, girl you got me There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do) Just to get up next to you

You open the door Wearing nothing but a smile down to the floor And you whisper in my ear, "Baby I'm yours" Ooh just the thought of you gets me so high, so high So high

I would do anything Just to get up next to you Anything and everything Just to get up next to you

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Vince loved watching you dream. Usually because of what had happened before you drifted to sleep - and if you were sleeping as well as you were, then the sex had to be just that good right? But also because you were so beautiful lost in your dreams like that. And he liked holding you close to him, in his arms, wrapping you up in the sheets. Kissing your shoulder gently and feeling the beat of your heart on his skin. The way you would absentmindedly smile.  He just liked being the cause of things like that. Though his idea of romance was usually highly charged and sexual, sometimes, sometimes the soft things would just really get to him.

He could have to confess - that's not what he was thinking at 8am; looking at you, covers slipped just enough down your body. The wafer thin, near transparent, soft fabric of your chemise showed off every line and curve of your form. He'd stared for so long that Vince wanted desperately to touch your skin. His hand glided from your thighs upwards; you didn't stir, of course you didn't - sleep was too good for that. 

When his fingertips caught under your nightwear, as he continued to caress your skin, Vince helped it to ride up until he exposed your panties. He groaned gently in sweet agony; they didn't exactly leave much to his imagination. And of course he was glad of that. He let the silky material cascade from his hand, observing the rise and fall of your ribs with your breathing for a minute. Vince bit his lip as his groan became a little more vocal; no way could he resist this... He let his fingers trace back down the dips in your body and underneath your lingerie; you sighed gently in your dreams as he rolled you smoothly to lie you on your back, pulling them skilfully down your legs.

Vince parted them a little further with a gentle chuckle; damn was he about to enjoy this as much as you. He started just above your knee, soft lips trailing up to your inner thigh, every so often he allowed his tongue to glide over your supple, warm skin. He wanted to savour every taste of you. You groaned gently, and your body gave a slight shake, but you were still dreaming. That didn’t stop you from sighing his name; “…Vin…” He smirked against your skin – wondering if you were dreaming of him. Well, he was sure you weren’t about to mind being woken either. His large hands rested on your thighs for a moment as he surveyed your body again, your breaths were slightly harder – but everything about you was open, even your arms were pushed back either side of your head like he might be pinning them there. He chuckled; “Good girl…” but it was just a murmur, as he lowered himself between your legs again. Vince ran his index finger from your clit down to your heat, and then back – your body shivered again as he pulled back licking it clean. “Mhmm… Baby, what I wouldn’t do to you…” He was back to growling gently, shifting his body to get more comfortable, his hands ran to keep your legs apart and hold you down; Vince had no doubt you’d wake, but he didn’t want you lashing out as you did so. His tongue was always sinful, that much you knew. Usually he was whispering things in your ear at the most inappropriate of moments. Vince’s flirting was always dirty and never all that subtle; even the way he would look at you – tongue darting out to wet his lips. All of it either gave you cause to want to smack him, or swallow hard and blush. On occasion all you wanted to do was yank him closer and put that mouth to better use. He was teasing you this morning, tip circling your clit lazily as if he was doing nothing but passing the time of day – which Vince supposed he wasn’t. You were already wet, and as he ran a little lower he got to taste more of you. This time you were a lot more vocal; the shake through your body was more like a tremor and you gasped – he couldn’t help but nearly laugh as you pushed up, for friction or for more of him he wasn’t sure, but he would take it as a good thing. His little licks became faster, and he pushed his tongue against you harder - about which time your body decided the pleasure was a little too much to sleep through and you snapped awake with a loud gasp. You didn’t know why; it wasn’t like you’d never had a sex dream – although you were fairly sure no one had ever had their head between your thighs when you’d been dreaming before – and you honestly weren’t so sure how to react. But your body was already singing and on a high; “OH!” You arched again, mewling; yearning for further friction, “God-! Vince!” He paused with a smirk for just a second, “Good morning, beautiful.” You were immediately breathing heavily; those blue eyes of his were so dark, and you knew that even when he’d had his way with you, he’d probably want to get inside you too. You felt yourself clench just at the thought - Fuck! Why was he never enough? Why was once just NEVER enough-! Vince pressed a kiss to your inner thigh again, knowing he probably wasn’t going to get too much of a structured response from you. “God, you’re already so fucking wet for me baby.” “I- I’m sure you don’t help!” Your voice was pitchy and waivered all over the place, you very nearly cursed him for that. “Not my intention. Now hush and let me take care of you.” His head dipped again but you weren’t sure exactly how you were supposed to hush considering the situation. “FUCK!” This time instead of teasing you with sinful little flicks he sucked on your clit; varying his pressure as he did so – “VINCE-!” Your legs crossed behind his head, one hand darted to tangle in his hair the other gripping the bedsheets. He pinned your hips down, tongue gliding through your folds – God, you tasted so fucking good! Vince paused again to tease you before his tongue tentatively darted out once more, and with the way he was holding you back, the friction was his to create. He was in total control – and you hated him for it. “Vince-! Please-!” You knew he’d want you to beg him for it, and with his tongue doing the teasing it was almost unbearable, you wanted him deeper, and he knew that but he was waiting for the magic words. “Vince-!!” His tongue darted again, just to give you a taste of what you would get if you asked properly, and your body gave another jolt, causing you to tip your head back with another pleasurable moan; “Vin… Baby, please, baby I need you… Please! I’m begging you!” Good enough; he’d let you off this early. Just this once. Especially given the… circumstances… of your awakening. Vince’s tongue delved deeper and just the feel of him alone had you going crazy; “Baby! BABY! More! Please! More-!” He listened, for once, and you knew he was smirking, at least internally – especially at the sounds you made when he hit your sweet spot just right. And then he moved torturously slow – until you were hot and panting and breathless; his pace designed to keep you just on the edge of the climax you so badly wanted. Vince always kept you just the wrong side of ecstasy; whether he was fucking you, or teasing you, or truly making love to you – because all he wanted was for it, and your pleasure, to last. Because he loved hearing you; those sounds you made for him – and because of him. You knew that was Vince’s power trip – and you damned yourself to hell for always letting him have it. “Vin----!” Your voice waivered again as you whimpered his name “Baby please! Baby, please let me-!” He tapped your hip with his index finger, it was his little signal – but you were never prepared for the way he touched you – and his fingers rubbing you were faster and harsher than you expected – it wasn’t long before you came for him, and yet the sinful feeling of his tongue remained as Vince tasted as much of you as possible – before he finally pulled away. “Fuck… baby.” You wished you could wipe that smug grin off his face, but Vince grabbed you and his lips were on yours before you could even say a word, and then all you could taste was him mixed with you. Your stomach fluttered and you groaned again before he released you with a wink; “Good morning…” His fingertips traced your thighs as he continued to kiss you, and you were once again powerless to your want for him, legs wrapping around his. Vince kept that smirk, and his hands began to wander back under your chemise. “Did you enjoy that?” “Yes…” You breathed, relishing the fact that he was now absentmindedly grinding against you. “Do you want more?” Your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, and there was a mischievous glint in your eyes; “Yes.” It was your turn to kiss him before he said anything, slipping your hand into his boxers – your victory in the groan Vince elicited; “But baby,” you purred with a smirk of your own, “it feels like you want me just as bad…”

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