#HE'S TRYING HIS BEST ON SINDAY

[dancingdevildemon]

"HEEYYYY baby....y-your.....so fine that the sun revolves around you." Jovanni nervously put out that pick up line.

[navybrat817]

Addicted to Love has me craving more Bucky!

Me, too, nonnie.

Worship

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky should have worshipped you sooner.

Word Count: Over 600

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, implied vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), insecurities, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?).

A/N: Sinday belongs to Addicted to Love Bucky again. Hope you lovelies like it! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

One of the most difficult decisions Bucky made was saying "yes" to you. Looking back, he wasn't even sure exactly how he got your attention. He didn't exactly exude a welcoming presence with the permanent scowl on his face. Too busy trying to make amends after a failed attempt at dating. Too lost in his head or unintentionally pushing people away before they even had a chance to form a connection.

Yet you smiled at him.

He didn't smile back.

Now he worships you at your altar.

"Bucky?" you asked, cradling his face in your hands as you straddled him. He gripped your thighs in response as your delicate folds brushed along his cock, but he didn’t let you lower yourself onto him yet. As much as he craved his personal heaven on earth, uncertainty seeped through his mind like poison. “Talk to me.”

"Some days I think you deserve better than me," he admitted in a quiet voice.

You're worth more than weight in gold. If I’m a humble servant, do I need to cleanse my hands to touch you?

It didn't mean he'd let you go. He couldn't. It sickened him to think of another man having you in his lap like this, allowing you to touch him with such infinite tenderness. Or allowing him into your heart. Maybe Bucky wasn’t worthy because of his sins, but he’d repent and be pure.

Well, as pure as a man can be when indulging in what you offered.

"Hey," you whispered, keeping a firm grip on his face so he couldn’t look away. He didn’t dare close his eyes either. "I'm the one who gets to decide what and who is best for me."

You hovered over him, taking in the tip of his cock as you kept your eyes locked with his. The gateway to the soul, you told the unspoken truth in your gaze. That he not only deserved you, but there would be hell to pay for anyone who said otherwise. The fire that burned within your orbs warmed him, an antidote to the venom in his veins.

“So, you’re saying I deserve you?” he asked.

You rolled your hips to sink down further. “Some days I think I don’t deserve you.”

“What?” his eyes flashed as he clung to your thighs in an almost painful grip, not to stop you on purpose, but to leave his mark in a small way.

How could you think you're not worthy of me? That doesn’t make any sense. You’re a fucking goddess.

“You’re a hero, Bucky Barnes. I’m just me.”

No, fuck that. You’re everything.

“But I think that’s more than enough,” you said, pressing your forehead against his before he could speak. “And I think we’re both worthy of love. We just need to remind each other some days.”

“Yes, we do,” he agreed, fastening his mouth to yours as he guided you the rest of the way down.

Take me into your haven. Bring me to paradise that you believe I’m worthy of. Surround me with your wet heat and let me paint you with my love and devotion.

You both took what you wanted, but you gave back to each other. You gave him sighs and mewls as he grunted and moaned your name. His hands mapped your body as you moved as one. He was yours to worship as much as you were his.

And in the end, he gave you a smile reserved just for you.

The way he should’ve the day you met.

But now he could spend the rest of his days worshipping you.

Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[praeteritus-memories]

what if i make u answer all of those sinday headcanons for booty huh

OH BOY HERE WE GO, UNDER READ MORE FOR BEING LONG AF

🧑‍🤝‍🧑🧑‍🤝‍🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it?

(He's never done it but Boothill isn't interested in having multiple partners at once, even just for a one time thing to try. He's very monogamous so he can't picture touching someone else other than the one he loves <3)

🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it?

(Praise, particularly giving praise, is Boothill's biggest kink. He loves encouraging his lover, telling them how great they feel or how good they're doing!)

💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex?

(I can imagine he probably did once when he was tight on money in the beginning of being a Galaxy Ranger, after that one time he probably wouldn't have tried it again.)

🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners?

(Considering his dick is a built-in fancier strap-on, he's very open about toys! I'm not sure if his own dick counts, but if it doesn't then he doesn't have any toys of his own but he'd be more than happy to try any his partner has! His favorite would probably be anything that vibrates, because he likes making things feel intense for his lover~)

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

(Definitely an emotional connection! He's not demisexual by any means, but he just wants to at least see someone a couple of times before sleeping around. He probably tried a one-night stand once pre-cyborg and hated how impersonal it felt.)

🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits?

(He's not a fan. This man is emotionally starved and feels like he's unlovable as a cyborg, being friends with benefits would just fuel that insecurity for him so he'd rather sleep with someone he's dating than just friends with.)

🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant?

(Being a reckless teenager, he was about 16 when he lost his virginity. It was to the daughter of the town's sheriff and probably the two of them had quite a few pregnancy scares when they were dating. Basically, by the time they broke up, Nick and Gray had to calm show the sheriff AND stressed the fuck out that Boothill was almost a teen-dad several times LOL)

🏳️‍🌈what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]?

(Boothill is as bisexual as it gets!!! I'd say pan, but Boothill has slightly leaned more towards women in the past because the women on his home planet were gorgeous! He's definitely dated men though, and has experimented in whether he's a top or bottom. It only took one time to realize he is DEFINITELY a top lmao)

👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?

(Penetrative because this man LOVES and I mean LOVES giving more than receiving, something about using his entire body to tease a lover is the best feeling ever for Boothill. Still, he does love oral too! Both giving and receiving!)

↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch?

(This man is as top as it gets, he's tried bottoming only once and hated the feeling so damn much so he quite literally doesn't have anywhere to be fucked on his cyborg body. Though I can't say if he's emotionally very dominant when he doesn't like to be aggressive in the bedroom, but if a soft dom is a thing than that?)

🛏️what’s their favorite position?

(Missionary or cowgirl, something about watching a lover ride him and crying out for him drives him NUTS)

🔢what’s their body count?

(Probably about 7, definitely under 10 for sure!)

🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count]

(Boothill's drive isn't insanely high, but it isn't low either, so probably about a week before he's clawing at a partner's clothes.)

👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism?

(He's not into either, his partner is for his eyes only and he doesn't like the idea of someone watching them or watching other people.)

🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public?

(Like I said, he's not into being watched, so it'd have to be somewhere private enough where they're not caught but still considered "public". Things like a bathroom, a shed, changing room, etc!)

🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual?

(Horny teen shenanigans once led him to having sex inside a barn. It was awkward because of all the cows mooing, the straw was scratching them both and just the general scenery probably wasn't all that sexy, but no one said having sex in a barn is planned either lol)

❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone?

(Basically, his neck and jaw. The only place, besides his artificial dick, that he can feel is his face so anything gentle with his face can and WILL have him trying to rip off clothes~)

💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward?

(HE FUCKING LOVES TO KISS WHILE HAVING SEX. Cuddling after sex is a requirement too!!! Nothing makes him happier than soft touches and spooning!!!)

💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction?

(Staring at his partner's gorgeous post-orgasm face and then asking if they were alright, because he knows things can get intense in the heat of love and passion)

🫶what does after care look like for them?

(Cuddling, feather-soft kisses, a bath if they're both not too tired for it, spooning and whispers of adoration! Boothill is the sweetest when it comes to aftercare!)

[distortedkilling]

Welp, hello Sinday. Here we go with more tamed thoughts.

When it comes to the topic of sexual interest, it's not something that's on Mahito's mind. I've talked about his awareness of human anatomy, sex, the purpose of it both from a physical angle to a psychological one. But because it isn't relevant to his growth, there's no real need for making use of any of that information.

It's one of those things where if you don't think about it, you're not really going to take in further information about it. Humans who can find themselves attracted to another will have that part of their mind perceiving that information in others around them.

When it comes to Mahito, it's something that has to be discovered. Either that is going to be a low discovery, because even if he comes to feel an attraction towards another he doesn't have the experience to know what it means. He has read books, yeah, but he doesn't have a social network that normalizes that type of knowledge. He isn't human, he didn't have that phase children go through about having crushes and learning about all that. His knowledge is more scientific and biological than anything - and he has never applied it.

So if he finds someone attractive and it's not mutual or the other isn't one to make their interest known, it's going to take him a while to figure it out. Once he's deep in that persisting pull of a feeling, he will begin investigating it. He'll be more critical in when it worsens or when it lessens, observing what triggers it and researching further. Asking the others if they've experienced similar, possibly, if he wants. Or going out to observe others and see how they respond to whatever patterns he's seeing.

If supplied with some context, a hint even, he'll mind will know where to look for information and formulate an opinion. I imagine with my interpretation of his character that this can go one of two ways; either he'll know immediately if he wants to go this route and pursue it just as quickly or he'll take a little time to process the context correctly and decide how to approach it (provided he wants to). Either he'll be impulsive and messy or a restrain himself a little to approach a bit more methodically.

And lastly, if told outright he'll be much more decisive and present. Mainly because the other is providing the context he'd have to process (whether quickly or slowly). That saves him some trouble, enough so to act decisively.

If attraction is reciprocated it's game over on him being chill. Now he's thinking about this entire subject which means he's going to want to experiment. See what all the fuss is about. It's also further insight to whoever he has his eyes set on because they've interested him enough to give a shit about having a sexual interest and whatever else.

Everything he has seen on the streets, in movies, through the windows of peoples homes, in books are all free game for him to try out. Mimicking human behavior to see if it evokes anything within him or his partner. Regardless if this is fun, it's also very much an experiment to Mahito. Honestly, that's for the best. Securing his amusement/being entertained and being open to him treating a lot of it as an experiment just increases the value of the other to him. He may want to talk about what the two are going, what they possibly can do, how it affects them, pick them apart and push them more and more.

Intimacy is a useful thing to manipulate others with, as well. Something Mahito by default just does for the hell of it - with or without a purpose. He absolutely will want to learn everything there is to about a partner and will not be satisfied with anything else - unless he gets bored of them. Then it doesn't really matter any.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Sinday 4,7, 26 and 38 for Ace

Sinday 2

4. How would you categorize your sexuality?

Eventually he’d say bi, but he also generally prefers not to label himself.  He likes hot people, he doesn’t need some fancy word for it (he thinks labels are Auradon bullshit tbh, Wonderland doesn't bother with that sort of nonsense)

7. What’s something (or things) that are immediate turn-offs for you?

He doesn’t like to be submissive in general (sometimes with Evie, she’s very much the exception) but in particular being on the receiving end of any humiliation or degradation is an absolute no-no for him, he’s willing to try just about anything a partner is into but he doesn’t fuck with intense age play (a partner calling him daddy would be as far as he goes), scat or anything involving puke are also absolutely not (he’s not into watersports but if a partner were curious, he’d be open to it in specific ways only) But aside from kinks, while no one is really *clean* on the isle, a partner being really really physically dirty or smelling really bad is a huge turn off for him – if it were a partner that he liked enough, he’d be open to working “you’re so disgusting you should be thanking me for cleaning you” into a scene and bathing them as best as he can, but most people wouldn’t be worth that effort to him

26. Favorite lingerie to see other people wear?

A partner wearing his colours (red & black) will always do it for him, something flimsy that he can cut or rip off is always fun, he doesn’t have much preference for fabrics but anything revealing or crotchless is an absolute win

38. Are you into monsterfucking and/or themed sex toys?

100% yes, on the giving end.  Not so much monsterfucking (he’s not opposed but there’s not really any opportunity where it would be something he thinks about) but themed sex toys (monster shaped of course, anything with a knot, ovipositors would do so much for him if he knew that was a thing, basically anything else tbh) are a huge yes 

[a-gal-with-taste]

Vanity (NSFW)

Summary: Everyone is, but no one likes to display their vanity. Cataloging and admiting every aspect of their features in a mirror - the narcissism is just a bit much. When there's someone else in the view, however, it's understandable to want to admire it.

Warnings: NSFW|MDNI. Sinday oneshot, GN!Reader, mirror sex, fingering, rough sex, one-night-stand, consensual but rough choking, dirty-talk, spit as lube, sub/dom elements

You walked into the bar, and believed that no eyes were on you.

Understandable, given the late-hour. Couples are deep in slow make-out mode, bar's slowed down to a trickle of patrons, and even the music is a deep, sensual bass than a tune that gets the blood raising.

There's no need for the music to get you heated and excited - a glance up to the second-floor balcony, and the single pair of eyes gazing down at you, and your body feels ready to melt in place.

You manage, and take a seat near the staircases, waving down for a drink instead of getting your own. A smart move... only about five minutes passed, before there's a hand tracing the back of your seat. It's gloved, and you shiver at the cold-leather that brushes along your the nape of your neck. Hair stands on end as it seems to slow, like his touch savoring the bit of contact, and more importantly, savoring your reaction to his touch.

You imagine he's quite pleased, when you let out a quick breath as his fingers loosely curl over your shoulder.

A sort of interrogation begins, nothing like that time Enforcers came knocking in your neighborhood, but there's a dangerous-edge to the conversation regardless, and you decide to make truth your new best-friend.

"You're new."

"Lived here all my life."

"You've yet to introduce yourself."

You give him your name, and you can almost hear his smile as he repeats it underbreath, almost bemused.

"And you chose tonight to come to The Last Drop, because...?"

Truth, your best-friend. You shrug, "Wanted some new sights. Same old bars, same old shit... needed something new to look at."

There's a pause, and it's filled with your breathing and his, and his thoughts, loud and clear as he silently mulls over your words. That glove-hands leaves shivers as it travels, moving from your shoulder, passing your collar, fingers curling around your neck.

His touch is gently, as he subtly presses against your swallowing-throat. Lips parting to try and suck in another gulp of air, when it's suddenly become so difficult to breathe, you follow the silent instruction and begin to tip your head back.

Back, until your head touches the backboard of your seat. Back, until you're staring straight up.

Back, until your eyes meet two others - one seagreen, the other a hypnotic swirl of shadow and blood-reds.

It makes you shiver, moreso when the owner of those eyes taps the pads of his fingers in an almost absent beat against your pulse.

"If you're looking for something new," He murmurs, his other gloved-hand coming down, and gently tugging the untouched drink from your grasp. "I think I can provide."

And provide, he does. By Janna, does he provide.

It's almost too much. He knows it, and knows you know it, by the breathy snarl of a chuckle he breathes against your neck.

And you know, because you can see it. You can see your bare-chest heaving, every muscle simultaneously wired, and on the verge of melting as your knuckles ache with how tightly you grip for support. Eyes flutter as you groan - muffled, with three gloved fingers stuffing your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as you struggle not to drool.

Any other time, the urge to gag would be urgent as leather fills your senses, not to mention the slow, almost clinically methodical motion as coaxed his digits, in then out, in and out...

"Your mouth takes me so well," He murmurs into the shell of your ear, where his teeth have slowly scrapped against the lobe, earning another muffled whimper, and he laughs. "Difficult to speak? I'm being gracious... you're still able to slobber. And breathe."

The hand that had been wrapped around your front, pinning you in-placw against him with a specifically-place palm splayed on your uppermost of your inner-thigh, snakes up, and you honest-to-Gods whimper as fingers close tight around your throat. The man keeps his promise, and leaves just enough for you to breathe.

You raise your hooded eyes, gazing into your reflection in front of you.

He certainly wasn't lying about seeing something new... you've never seen yourself like this, and you're intent to drink in every detail.

"Look at you," He breathes, dragging his fingers ever-so-slowly from your mouth - there's no release on your neck. In fact, his grip tightens minutely on a inhale, leaving you to wheeze against his fingers. "You took these so well in your mouth... other places will surely be just as agreeable."

Agreeable, indeed.

As his hand snakes down and around, your body jerks with a choked whine coiling from your mouth, soaked digits and inhumanly-smooth fingers pressing and massaging you as he tips his head, finding a leverage point on your neck to bite down on when he presses in, and you jerk again.

Desperation shines in your eyes with your tears. Overwhelmed and pleasure, your throat aches both inside and out from relentless ministrations. And they are indeed relentless - your eyes are damn-near on the verge of rolling as a first knuckle passes, easing smoothing into a second.

"That's it," He growls into your skin, pleased eyes meeting yours in the reflection before you as your hips jerk backwards when he spreads his fingers, just-enough leave you seeking more. "Use it. Take it and use what I'm giving you... you're soon to recieve even more."

Gods, you hope so.

You're more than willing to take, and this is shown in the way you flatten your palms on the surface of the mirror, pressing back into his fingers in time with his knuckles tensing around your neck. Red-marks already splotches your skin in the shape of his digits... or are they dotted black? Oxygen is becoming more stranger than constant-companion, and the world seems to close in around you from the darkness. Importance is dwindling, save for what you're watching in front of your eyes: fingers beginning to set a pushing pace between your legs, seagreen and hellish-red watching as you grow unwound from pleasure, and the world's edges grow darker, darker, darker...

The world comes back in a wheeze and a burst, and you all but fall-forward, nearly crashing against the mirror. You're held up, not by your neck, but by a hand around your hip, while the other makes quick work behind you...

Unable to see, but his intent becomes clear when you hear the frantic snapping of buttons being undone.

"Fuck..." You croak as the head of his cock presses close to you, and gloved digits almost pet at the skin of your hip. In comfort, or in easing what you're already ready, and more than just wanting for? You're not sure of the motive either way, and don't find it in you to care, as fingers once more curl at your throat, and the head of his cock begins pushing into you.

"Watch."

Yes, please.

Your eyes strain with how you widen them, mouth falling open and... he laughs, low and somewhat choked into your ear when he sees you trying not to salivate at the sight. Rocking into you with slow, but sharp movement that have your hips jerking, and nails biting into the frame of the mirror, he speaks breathlessly against the akin beneath your ear, "Here I... I thought nothing could top having myself in your mouth. I do so enjoy sometimes being proven wrong."

You couldn't agree more. Because you thought nothing could top the feel of his gloved fingers, in you, and around your jugular, but the twitch of his cock inside you as you clench at the sensitive of him gliding in, leaves you to whimper and pant mutely, fogging the mirror before you.

There's a dull thud when your forehead drops against the fogged-up surface, and he pushes in full-hilt, pelvis to backside, with his own forehead dropped between your shoulderblades.

Fingers flex, enough for you to suck in a full-breath - and you immediately use it to utter one, desperate word as you rock your hips, failing to by the steel-like grip on your hip, "Please."

There's a rasp, not quite a laugh, but he raises his head, tilting to catch your pleasure-hooded gaze in the mirror. "Watch," He commands, before pulling back, and rocking roughly into you, dragging an unholy sound straight from the bottom of your lungs

And you do.

Vain as it might be, you can't look away. From the absolute mess you've become, and the mess he's turning you into... you can't even look away from him. Grey-streaks strands, falling over his face in a haphazard pattern, something feral beginning to build in his eyes as he tilts his head, suckling and nipping everywhere on your skin that isn't covered by his massive hand...

The world fluctuates between bright spots and dark ones, in time with the periodic tensing and clenching of his fingers around you. The lightness you feel from it, is juxtaposed by the harsh, heavy thrusts that send you forward against the reflection with each movement.

Is it vain, to want to watch this? To watch yourself come undone, and the undoing of the one leading you there by a hand around your neck?

Your mind is buzzing too much, nerves lighting too much, probably in response to restricted oxygen to the brain to care to answer those questions

Instead, you only answer Silco's, huffed between growing pants and stifled groans.

"P... prettiest sight you've ever seen, I-i... I imagine?"

You answer in time with your climax, and you only answer with a scream of his name.

By the way he groans out your name in time with his own, you imagine that's the sound of him agreeing.

[fizziefactory]

Sinday HC: Between those legs

So... what's going on down there?

It's actually not the same for all of them, and while I'll try to keep things brief, I'll list it all to the best of my ability.

There's a brief bonus Pinwheel down there!

Therapist Fizzy

Thizzy can switch out his genitals, there's a wide selection of models that you can purchase and hook up to him. However, he doesn't tend to wear any at all. He's got no use for it, he's a therapist... not a sex toy. But if there was to be an arrangement where he needs to put something on, he'd sigh and get it in order. He has no preferences.

Doctor Fizzy

Doc is the same model as Thizzy, and the opposite end of the spectrum. He loves putting on freaky shit; bad dragon models, tentacles, whatever fun stuff Ozzie's factory has come up with as of late... He has no preferences in the bedroom (or the hospital ward for that matter), and as long as the model has fun colours, he's down to wear it.

Yes he does wear them in both work and casual settings all the time, but it's not like you can tell anyway, so what's the harm...

Factory Fizzy

FF-8842's model does not have adjustable genitals. However, it could be installed if you know how to do it. As of right now, it's not something they think about anyway though.

Undertaker Fizzy, Caretaker Fizzy, The Manager [& Pinwheel]

Same models, these three have 2 sets of genitals that can be switched around and mixed up with the press of a button, as well as completely hidden if needed. This is the same system that Pinwheel over at @rollinpinwheel uses.

Maid Fizzy

[ Placed last cus you gotta prep yourself for her icky owner ndbdbd ]

Mizzy is the same kind of model as Doc and Thizzy, she can be fitted with any kind of genitals that you prefer. Her current owner tends to stick to vaginas over dicks/mixed/fantasy-based genitals. That's not to say he doesn't enjoy a futa-situation from time to time... he Is an otaku, and he wants to try out most things with the bot... as long as he feels like he's in charge. Mizzy himself does not have any preferences, because Mizzy doesn't think about his own preferences in the first place.

[thenorthblues]

In honor of Sinday, I feel like talking about my Law in particular, here we go~

First off he’s trans. Just to understand what we’re working with here. (Also has removed his uterus a long time ago. Haven’t decided if he kept it or not but yeah. No pregnancy scares for him.)

Second, he’s actually not one to sleep around much. He really only indulges when the itch is there and he’s either unable to scratch it himself or is just generally in the mood for a partner. Even then, he’s somewhat picky about his partners. Using his ability to observe and read people to pick a target.

He does not submit to strangers, even when bottoming. Partly because of his pride, and mostly because of his trust issues. It takes quite a lot for Law to trust someone enough to be vulnerable in any way, and there’s not a cold chance in hell he’d give that to a stranger willingly.

It’s almost clinical the way he uses another to get off, a little mean and uncaring of his partner once all is said and done. Either making the partner leave or leaving himself. A hit and run kinda guy, but with good reason. Law’s trust is sacred, and his submission is rare.

To this effect, he generally knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. He’s no virgin, by any means. But also doesn’t really explore much outside of a quick fuck to scratch an itch. (It does leave some part of him feeling…unsatisfied though.)

Now, for the fun stuff. Let’s say Law has a partner(s) he truly is comfortable with.

He is a brat by nurture, pillow princess by nature. All his life he’s done nothing but close himself off, push people away and refuse to let anyone control him or see him in a vulnerable light. Which, in turn, translates to the bedroom often. He struggles to let his guard down, to relinquish control. So he snarks, resists, complains, demands. That is, unless you can, sort of, unlock a certain part of him. One that allows him to fall back entirely, allow himself to be taken care of. Taking the reins, removing the responsibility of keeping up his walls and protecting himself, and letting him just feel, and feel good on top of that? It’s a deep seated want and need that he doesn’t even realize is there until it happens. And when it does, the real fun begins.

He is NOT quiet. Not for not trying, but he is not used to feeling so much. Of anything really. Love, kindness, passion, pleasure. It’s overwhelming in a way that forces him to vocalize it, just to send the energy somewhere.

He’s also a bit of a crier, for the same reason as above. It’s best to check in relatively regularly to make sure it’s not teetering into a panic attack, which he is prone to seeing as this is a headspace he is not at all accustomed to. It’s new and frightening and he ultimately needs to be guided through it.

He’s a squirter. That’s it that’s the bullet point.

Incredibly weak to praise once he’s not being a brat anymore. Can also react well to a mix of praise and degradation/dirty talk if you don’t go too harshly about it.

Does enjoy a bit of pain, biting, scratching, messing with piercings on his chest. He’s also got a piercing on his junk but don’t get too harsh on that. (Mostly for my sake bc Jesus.)

Body worship goes a looooong way. But be prepared to stop a few times to check in, as it will overwhelm him, and tears will start. Don’t be too alarmed, and don’t suddenly try to be harsher at at time. His state at this point is just fragile and he’s learning to process being given good things without a catch attached.

His stamina is great and awful all at once. He can orgasm back to back, but he will pass out the moment everything slows down. If you want multiple rounds, keep him awake. Otherwise be ready to cuddle until he wakes up.

There’s more I’m sure, but yeah!

[troublewithvampires]

//instead of doing anything spicy or sexy for sinday. i decided to just clean up the scene i outlined a while ago of salvatore torturing someone to death <3 so here that is! sal being sexy and sadistic.

content warnings: torture (more implications of and references to it--i didn't write any of the torture in detail), a brief moment of misgendering, dehumanization

--

Johnny awakes slowly, the throbbing in his head his first indication that something might be wrong. At first, he assumes he's just hungover--wouldn't be the first time, after all. He's never had a hangover like this before, though, with stabbing pain in his temple and jaw. Whatever beat the shit out of him last night, it sure as shit wasn't booze.

He opens his eyes, squinting and hissing at the renewed throbbing the motion prompts as he immediately snaps them shut. The room he's in right now is dark, but the pinpricks of the light hanging above his head is enough to sting.

After a few seconds, though, he opens his eyes again, taking stock of his surroundings. It's only then that it hits him that something is very, very wrong.

Right now, Johnny is sitting in a steel chair in only his briefs, his hands tightly bound behind his back. Fidgeting for a few seconds reveals that he's bound with coarse rope, digging painfully into his wrists. His jaw aches, too, and he realizes that there's a gag stuffed haphazardly into his mouth. Finally, Johnny becomes aware of the bruises on his face, the dried blood crusted on his lower lip.

All of this adds up to one conclusion: he's fucked. Someone fucking kidnapped him.

The realization sends a spike of terror through him, and he sits up to the best of his ability as his eyes snap fully open.

The chair he's in is in a dark, empty room, the only light source a single light bulb hanging from a string a few feet above him. On the floor are his shirt, jacket, and slacks, crumpled and stained, and across from him is a low table covered in a dark tablecloth. From here, Johnny can't see what's on the table.

He decides right then that he isn't gonna stick around and find out.

Immediately, he starts thrashing in his bonds, trying to wrench his hands out of their bindings. The shooting pains hardly stop him, though he grunts behind the gag as he pushes through the pain. He's almost there, just a few more seconds-

"Wouldn't try that if I were you," a dry, creaking voice rasps from the darkness around him. "Ain't gonna work." Immediately, Johnny freezes and his gaze snaps over to the source of the sound.

Standing only a few feet away, barely visible in the low lighting, is a familiar, shadowy form. Two glowing red eyes stare him down, accompanied by the single tiny flame of a lit cigarette. Johnny stares at those eyes for a moment, feeling his hands growing clammy. After a moment, the eyes move closer, as Salvatore steps into the light.

Salvatore looks almost exactly like Johnny remembers seeing him last. His eyes are sunken in their sockets, ringed with black like bruises pockmarking his greyed skin. Blood, dirt, and soot stain his clothes, from the ribbed tank-top hanging off his bony frame to the jeans slung low on his sharp hips.

In this moment, Salvatore looks every bit the corpse he should be, coming fresh from the grave and Johnny's nightmares to stand before him. Johnny swallows to the best of his ability as he cranes his head to look up at Salvatore.

The vampire steps closer to him, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he does. Then he takes the cigarette out of his mouth, perching it between two clawed fingers as he stares almost boredly at his captive. If it weren't for the crackling fury Johnny can see in his bloody eyes, he'd almost think Salvatore wasn't interested in the situation in the slightest.

Just as he has that thought, Salvatore leans down and breathes a cloud of black, acrid smoke in Johnny's face. A cruel, sharp-toothed grin spreads across the vampire's face as Johnny immediately starts coughing and sputtering, struggling to breathe.

"Oh, I fuckin' missed you, Johnny." Salvatore says after a moment of listening to Johnny's hacking. "Been a while, ain't it? 'Course, last time we were here, our places were switched." His grin twitches into a sneer. "Funny how things change." Johnny swallows again, glaring up at him and making no move to speak.

After a few seconds, Salvatore seems to lose his patience and reaches out, yanking the gag out of Johnny's mouth.

"Go ahead and talk," he orders.

For a few pathetic seconds, Johnny sputters and spits, trying to clear his throat and speak. The whole time, Salvatore watches him through steely eyes, not even blinking.

Finally, Johnny can talk again.

"Wh-" He coughs. "Where the hell am I?"

"You're in hell," Salvatore replies simply with a shrug. He takes another long drag of his cigarette, and Johnny tenses as he waits for smoke to be blown in his face again. In the end, though, that doesn't happen, as Salvatore breathes his smoke out to the side.

Johnny doesn't have long to feel relieved at the vampire's consideration, though, as Salvatore presses the lit end of his cigarette against Johnny's skin. Immediately, Johnny has to bite back a scream, gritting his teeth as the tiny flame sears his flesh. His eyes roll back into his head momentarily as he thrashes in his bindings, trying his best to pull away as Salvatore grinds the cigarette into an ashy stub against his burn.

"Thought you'd scream more than that," Salvatore muses. He almost sounds impressed as he flicks aside the remains of the cigarette. "Guess I underestimated you, ol' Johnny boy. I-"

"T-The fuck is this about?" Johnny growls, cutting him off. "I-I haven't worked for Vic in ten fuckin' years, Sal. If you wanna get to him, you're barkin' up the wrong tree." Salvatore blinks at him, face carefully neutral, so he keeps going. "Look, I-I know you, and I know you ain't the type to just torture people for the hell of it. You want somethin' out of this, and I-"

Salvatore cuts him off quickly by slapping him across the face harder than any human could, leaving his ears ringing as his head is suddenly jerked to the left. He only has seconds to recover from the blow as Salvatore grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his throbbing head back.

"I don't give a flyin' fuck about Vic right now," Salvatore spits in his face. "This is about you and me, Johnny." Something flashes in his eyes. "Or did you forget our time together?"

He didn't. Johnny knows exactly what Salvatore is referring to.

It feels like only yesterday that Johnny held the silver-tipped fire poker in his hands, methodically stabbing the point into Salvatore over, and over, and over again. Hearing the sizzling of Salvatore's undead flesh as it burned, the ragged and desperate screams as the vampire begged for mercy. The laughter of the men around him as they held Salvatore down.

Go ahead and stab it again, Lenny had encouraged him with a grin. Not like the little freak can die anyway. And so Johnny had, staring directly into those wide, red eyes as they glazed over from pain and fear.

Johnny is wrenched out of his memories by a sharp tug to his hair, and he looks up to meet those same red eyes once more. Only now, they're full of pure, unfiltered rage.

"I'm sorry," Johnny tries, his voice weaker than he means it to be. "I-I'm sorry, Sal, fuck. You know it wasn't personal, right? I-I was j-"

"I know," Salvatore says with a roll of his eyes, releasing Johnny's hair abruptly as he turns around. "I know, Johnny, you were just followin' orders. You and everyone else." With tense shoulders, Salvatore approaches the table and picks something up, hefting the weight of it in his hands. "That's all you sorry fucks were ever good for--followin' orders. Vic jumps, you ask how high. Good little dogs doin' anything for their master."

Salvatore turns around, and Johnny sees what he's holding. It's a metal baseball bat, old and bent in several places. There are several dark red stains in the bent metal, rusty blood slowly eroding it away. Johnny's stomach sinks at the sight.

"You like it?" Salvatore asks cheekily as he holds it up. "I was never much of a baseball guy as a kid. Thought it was all fuckin' boring, watchin' grown men run around swinging sticks." His eyes flick to Johnny once more. "I think I see the appeal now, though. Think I can get a home run?"

"You're fucking insane," Johnny spits, using anger to mask his growing horror as he realizes Salvatore intends to beat him to death. "What the fuck-"

"Y'know," Salvatore says casually, ignoring his mounting panic entirely as he rests the bat on one shoulder. "Once upon a time, I'd be applaudin' you for the kind of loyalty you've given Vic. It's noble, really. Admirable, even. Hard to come by that kind a' faith in this shithole." Salvatore's grip tightens imperceptibly on the bat in his hands, and Johnny hears the metal creak under the strain.

"But, well," Salvatore finishes, "you're the fuckin' moron who decided to be loyal to that two-faced snake in the grass." There's no trace of a smile on the vampire's face anymore. "You dug your grave the moment you signed up to be Victor Bonicelli's bitch."

Before Johnny can fully process the reality that Salvatore very likely intends to kill him, the vampire lunges forward, snatching Johnny's throat with his free hand and squeezing harshly. All at once, Johnny's air supply is cut, and he sputters uselessly as he struggles to breathe.

"Since you're so good at followin' orders," Salvatore spits at him, "you do me a favor and scream real loud for me, alright, Johnny? You can do that, can't you?" As if to emphasize his point, Salvatore squeezes his throat tighter, and Johnny hears something pop under the roaring in his ears. "Answer me, dipshit. Or are you fuckin' deaf now?"

Johnny nods the best he can, his chest burning from the lack of oxygen as he stares up at Salvatore with wide, watery eyes. After several tortuously long seconds, Salvatore smiles and releases his throat.

"There's a good sport," he purrs as Johnny greedily gulps air down his bruised and battered throat. He hefts the baseball bat as though preparing to swing, piercing eyes scanning over Johnny's trembling form as though deciding where he wants to hit first.

"Wh..." Johnny swallows painfully once more. "Why not just kill me?" He knows he isn't surviving this, but maybe if he appeals to Salvatore's better nature, he'll at least be granted a swift death. "C'mon, Sal, beating me to death won't change anything. Just... Just fuckin' kill me, drink my blood, whatever it is you freaks do-"

Salvatore cuts him off with a peal of laughter, cackling so hard he nearly doubles over. It takes him a few moments to recover, grinning as he straightens up again. "Oh- oh, that's fuckin' rich, Johnny. You think I'm- oh, wow, you're more of a fuckin' idiot than I thought you were!" Salvatore rolls his eyes and sneers. "No, you ain't gettin' out that easy. I ain't drinkin' a drop of your blood."

The vampire walks closer to him again, each calculated step that of a predator closing in on his helpless prey. He looms over Johnny, reaching out to place one clawed hand on the other man's shoulder. The gesture feels almost tender, entirely out of place in the current situation.

"You're gonna die," Salvatore drawls. "Slow. Scared. In pain. And alone." He leans closer, baring his fangs as he whispers in Johnny's ear. "And by the time I'm done with you, you'll be beggin' me to put you outta your misery and drain you dry."

Salvatore squeezes his shoulder, a mockery of an otherwise comforting gesture, and releases it as he straightens.

"You ain't that kind of man," Johnny says. It's all he can think to reply with, the words bitter on his tongue. Salvatore cracks a smile at him.

"I'm not," he agrees. "But I am that kind of monster." Salvatore hefts the baseball bat again, ready to swing and collide with Johnny's stomach. "Now, enough pussyfootin' around--let's get down to business. See how loud you can get."

And with that, he swings the bat.

[pertinasities]

sinday headcanons -> kaeya edition

this man goes down on his partner like they are his last meal. head game INCREDIBLY strong. bonus points for partners that enjoy it when they cum and he keeps going. he will eat pussy or ass and suck dick with equal verve and enthusiasm.

i said this to tiff the other day but if you want kaeya to be Honest with you or talk about feelings, post nut clarity is literally your best shot at it.

does not have the healthiest relationship w/ sex/intimacy. he struggles generally with seeing his worth tied to what he can physically offer as a person - sex is an extension of that. a means to an end - whether that be information, proving his self worth, or building a relationship.

that being said, rarely seeks out sex when he's feeling shitty. will flirt for the validation but prefers to drink a bit too much and knock out in his bed alone.

is down to try just about anything once.

huge on the use of pet names and terms of endearment. has a million on hand and will cycle through them. also heavy on praise. he's generally very chatty during sex. literally the only way to stop him is to otherwise occupy his mouth (which is, as aforementioned, not difficult to do)

biggest erogenous zones for him are his chest, his throat, back, and inner thighs. throat is reserved for established relationships, and prefers no marks where the titty window goes. how else will he flirt with treasure hoarders for info.

generally likes it rough. likes it even more tender and loving but will never admit that.

as a follow up, show him genuine kindness/love/intimacy during sex and he IS prone to crying. it's very possible. he's got a lot pent up. granted he will typically excuse himself to go shower or something to calm himself in private.

[quaintnecromancer]

Send 🔥 if your muse would sleep with mine! (Eddie)

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It had been a joke question. They were just fucking around, like all best friends did. He hadn’t expected a serious answer, or an affirmative one…actually Jett didn’t know what exactly he’d expected. He couldn’t hide the flush that took over his face when Eddie said yes, though, and tried to play it off with a laugh and a smile. “Very funny, Munson,” he remarked, trying and failing miserably to sound like he wasn’t desperate for it to be true. Maybe doubling down would help sell it? “If you really mean that, then put your money where your mouth is.”

It was sarcasm. He was being sarcastic, baiting the metalhead with a coy pout and a finger tapping playfully at his bottom lip. Batting his eyelashes for good measure, just as he would if he were…oh gods, he was flirting, wasn’t he? Brown eyes searched Eddie’s briefly before landing and lingering on that mouth that he’d been dying to kiss for months now. “Are…” he finally faltered, “w-wait, are you being serious? Would you actually…?” Suddenly, it was utterly apparent to Jett that they were very much alone together in these woods, and that he was very much okay with that. The realization made his face flush even more.

[lemondragoncheesecake]

For the sinday ask. I know that it's tomorrow, but still, heheh ;)

21 with Kai/Daiyu and Kai/Tigress.

21.+ established ship question. in any/all verses, with any/all ships, have your character/s speak about that ship's intimate & sexual dynamic, and how they feel about it.

What Kai and Daiyu have is...complex. More than lust, much more, though neither will name it aloud. It's very intimate, that's for certain, though casual, especially in the way it's initiated. Sometimes Kai leads, other times he lets her.

One thing about being a Spirit Warrior that they both enjoy: the futility of trying to find the limit to the limitless. How long can they go in one session until they're out of breath? (Eternity, when you don't need to breathe). How many climaxes can they have in a row? (Endless, when you no longer feel exhaustion). How much can they handle? (Everything, turns out- or almost).

Kai thinks she mistakes him for some soft, gentle thing that deserves her love, though Daiyu actually knows much better; yet, there are times when she treats him that way, and others when post coitus she's left him unable to stand or feel anything below the belt ; the sweetness to match the harsh.

It's even better for them because they're both immortal, truly equals; the only question is when - if ever - they'll get sick of it, a question Kai asks himself. What will send it all crashing down? When will he make that final move, the straw that breaks the lizard's back, that finally revolts her enough to leave him? What will he do when that happens? What will she? They both have eternity.

For Kai and Tigress it's more coarse. Kai usually initiates(heaven knows Tigress won't). He really pushes her buttons- both anger and arousal. And he knows just how to do it, too.

But even then- though neither will say it outright- there's definitely affection between them...and much tension. It's more annoying for Tigress because Kai, despite her best attempts, can always see right through her and know exactly when she wants to blow off steam; she won't ask for it, but Kai knows, and that's when he extends an offer- usually in the pretense of a private sparring match...which, when Kai has his way, always ends with both of them much more sweaty than they should be...and then Kai invites her to bathe with him. How can she refuse?

[widowshill]

sinday headcanons <3

like most other areas of his life, roger could be good at sex if he cared enough to try; usually, he doesn’t. 90% of the time he’s pretty terrible and selfish in bed, including in (especially in) his marriages ... the 10% is almost worth it. of the given options, he’s best with his hands — so if there’s the faintest hope of him getting his partner to orgasm, it’s that. ( and to get him to do it out of spite / wounded pride / jealousy / or some other unselfless reason ) convincing him to give oral is like pulling teeth and he’s bad at it, and will quit early. dick is mid at best (avg size but can he use it? no). he likes to assume he’s a top and he’ll tend to take that role out of some sense of pride / gender / class role but everyone’s happier when he bottoms.

v is contentedly a Good Girl that waits until marriage, and her wedding night was by all accounts disappointing, so she has an ambivalent verging on negative view of sex after Clark (that is, until someone shows her otherwise). as much as she agrees in theory about the ideals of the sexual revolution of the late 60's / early 70's, she tends to apply them elsewhere (i.e. to carolyn) and not to herself –– even self-pleasure is pretty rare, not out of shame, but practicality (and privacy is never guaranteed in a house full of ghosts and collinses) with a partner, errs towards a true submissive or a service top, and it's a tender line between how much she wants to be treated gently vs roughly. one thing that’s a hard no is anything involving bondage or a gag (too many bad memories), but she does enjoy a little bit of marking / possessiveness / "Mine." she wants to feel important in moments of intimacy, to Belong, and roughing up in service of that, delightful, but not to feel Used or casual in any way. corrupted ... maybe so.

liz has had a million times more experience with women than men ( namely, at school ) and her experiences with men are, generally, Poor, so she tends to recoil. men will tend to find her Frigid and Uninterested ; with women she's a very good lover, if generally still a little distant, almost to the point of self-effacement. she veers towards the ascetic and isolato, and there's always a little Shame attached to any act of pleasure in the post-war era that does not serve The Family. ( but this is always directed inward, not outward. ) that said she is very used to being in charge, and she'd be extremely reluctant to put herself at someone's mercy ... but it's far from impossible to do.

[arcxnumvitae]

🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant?👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? (Iomhar)

@soulsxng || Sinday Headcanons

🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant?

Iomhar was in his early teens when he started catching on that people were pretty. There was one particular gentry of his generation who kept shooting him flirtatious looks and coy smiles that set his heart racing and made it incredibly difficult for him to focus on the lessons of the history of the royal family or of swordplay. Eventually, this flirtationship ended up with a fling in the woods. Iomhar knew about the technicalities of it all, but knowing was different than doing. But in true Iomhar fashion, his level of confidence could've convinced anyone differently. As for the significance? Like a snowball rolling down the hill, Iomhar realized how much he enjoyed flirting with them, and how fun sex was. It was truly the beginning leading to the Iomhar that we know and love today.

👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?

Such a conundrum! Iomhar greatly enjoys penetrative sex, but there's just something about eating his partner out that he can never get enough of. He doesn't even care about receiving oral himself, he takes great pleasure in getting to pleasure his partner. He loves his feasts, what can I say.

🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual?

I've got to say that Sivel has him beat in this one! Or at least, Sivel managed it in a throne room and Iomhar tried. But alas, it's expected for some fae to try and sneak off there during a revel and the king did not even want to deal with that nonsense. So no throne! I dunno, I guess the next best "you really shouldn't be doing anything in there" place that he did have sex in would be in the Council's meeting room, right on the table. While his escapades in the mortal realm are lengthy, and plenty are public, none of them hit that 'you might get jailed just because you annoyed the king/the advisor by having sex here' like the Council's meeting room. Also, this was before he was on the Council, though I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse.

[lookbluesoup]

Some easy ones: Favourite positions for all of them? Playing with food; yes or no? Best way to seduce them? >:3

"EASY" HAH

Favorite Position: Nahte's pretty flexible, and gets the most out of seeing his partner aroused than anything else, but if he absolutely had to choose - then Missionary and variations of it. It puts all the good bits in relatively easy reach, makes stealing a kiss a cakewalk, and tails are a little less likely to get in the way of anything. The potential for direct eye contact is also a plus

Playing with Food: Though Nahte has an incredibly high tolerance for getting sticky in intimate matters, that doesn't generally extend to adding food into the mix. He WILL, however, feed you grapes by hand and make deliberate eye contact while licking a banana as part of foreplay. And on that note, if you happened to make a mess in the kitchen and need a little grooming, he could probably be convinced to help you out. Just... please don't try to bring syrup into the bed. He would be distressed about the blankets.

Best Way to Seduce Them: Patience. Patience. Patience. Nahte is extremely slow to trust in intimate matters, and needs to see a lot of kindness and interest in a long-term relationship reinforced, first. While he doesn't expect or need exclusivity, he wants more than a one-night stand, and he doesn't risk his heart easily. Of course, once you've made into the Partners camp, just smiling in his direction ought to set the mood. But if you're really trying to get him going, you will not find a man more devoted to foreplay or more enthralled by Edging.

Favorite Position: Lyrha likes the feel of being held or pressed tightly against something. A good wall will do. She's not terribly picky about whether it's from the front or behind or some improbable acrobatic feat, she just wants the weight of you in easy reach of grasping.

Playing with Food: Feels a bit poncy to her, but sure, why not?

Best Way to Seduce Them: Fight her.

Favorite Position: Tsimh is fairly adaptable, but she prefers it from behind, bodies pressed close, arms around her, teeth nibbling their way up her shoulder.

Playing with Food: She's not as resistant to the idea as her brother, but since most of her meals are either dried jerky or spicy traditional Miqo'te food its... just not that sexy, in her mind.

Best Way to Seduce Them: Tsimh will try just about anyone who looks fun, but the best way to keep her coming back is to respect her independence and have a sharp wit.

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[espinosaurusrexex]

Sunday discussion? More like Sinday discussion. Your secret relationship fic got me thinking.

Picture this..

Every day is the same thing for Bucky with the guys trying to hook him up with some girl. But behind closed doors, he and Y/N go hard with their sexcapades. The team can clearly hear her and she doesn't care. But Bucky? Part of the fun for them is trying to keep quiet. Well Bucky tries to keep quiet, Y/N tries to make him break. Giving him the sloppiest blow jobs, taking him as deep as possible, just choking on him. But Bucky always wins. It's not till the team finds out about them that he stops holding back. Y/N smug as fuck at Bucky letting them all know who he belongs to. 😈

Did somebody turn up the heat?! Cause it’s getting hot in here!!!

This is so good OMG 😩

Just imagine Bucky having to hold back so much even though he knows every little moan he slips is so freaking rewarding because Y/N will LITERALLY REWARD HIM FOR IT!

“Just one little whimper, babe”

“No”

“You know you want to”

“No”

“Just a tiny little moan, Buck. I’ll do that thing”

And he bites his lips contemplating if it’s worth it. “Fuck…”

And there have definitely been several instances in which they almost got caught and Bucky had to do the old hide in the closet thing until whoever was at the door finally disappeared. Leading to all the other avengers betting on who they would see walking out that room only for them to never ever see anyone?! The reader is known as “miss Houdini” or something because she makes her lovers disappear and it’s triggering Sam and Tony so much!! (Also Pietro but his ego is too bruised to admit).

And every time he hears them discuss, Bucky just sits quietly in the corner smirking to himself like…

“Well, whoever it was this time, I have never heard that sound come from her room before. Must have some serious skills…”

And because they all picture him as this introverted guy they’re just all the more shocked it was Bucky all along.

You best believe the first time those two fuck after their relationship is public shakes the freaking compound. Bucky believes it’s the best sex ever because even though the thrill of getting caught turned him on so much, showing everyone what only Y/N can do to him is so freaking rewarding on a whole other level.

“I didn’t know you could sound this sexy, Bucky”

“Saved that one for the right moment. But I’m happy to repeat what we just did until you forget your own name, doll”

Hot damn!