#sinday thing babes

[laznivec]

"A...ah haa"

Vivian would open her mouth and slowly placed two of Adam's clawed fingers into her mouth as she swirled her tongue around them in a sexual manner

She wanted to add more pleasure to what was already happening. Her hips were slowly rocking back and forth as she could feel his cock hitting every right place for her right now. Her left hand would slowly move up and caress her own breasts

"Adam....oh gods Adam "

She would moan his name softly as she tweaked her own nipples the silver lining from her piercings were reflecting a soft light

" love...touch my pussy I want you to feel just how wet I am for you.i want you to feel every ounce of just how fucking down bad I am for you "

Vivian would remove his hand from her mouth as she placed two of his fingers right onto her clit just to add some extra pressure

"Fff"

She let out a soft moan as her hips continued to move back and forth onto his cock. It felt so good to have two sorts of stimulation

"I want you to rub circles adam.. please I beg of you...or if you'd like I can get off the top and you can show me just how much you love me"

@divine-gnosis

[andy-clutterbuck]

Super Bowl Sinday 2023

[navybrat817]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: midnight + soft!dark 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

Sis! I asked you with no context to choose between Steve and Ari. Hehe. Hope you like it.

When the Clock Strikes

Pairing: Soft Dark!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: You wake up and realize you're not alone in your new place. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Implied smutty times, non-con/dubcon elements (you have been warned), creepy vibes, otherworldly, Ari Levinson (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Happy Sinday! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren’t sure why you awoke so suddenly, but you found yourself shivering as you sat up in your bed. You normally had no trouble sleeping through the night, though you couldn’t be sure it wasn’t morning or not thanks to your blackout curtains. Maybe it was a touch of anxiety since you were living in a new place, but you loved your new home. It also could’ve been because you were freezing.

And naked.

What the hell?

You covered your chest as you tried to see through the darkness of your room. The last thing you remembered coming home after having a couple of drinks with your friends. The warmth from the alcohol made you strip off most of your clothes before you collapsed on the silky sheets, but you were certain you kept your bra and underwear on. What happened to them? Where was your comforter?

With a tired sigh, you grabbed the sheet from the end of the bed and covered yourself up. You probably kicked the comforter away in your sleep. It still didn’t explain what happened to the rest of your clothes. Fear lit up in your chest like a flare at the thought of someone else taking them off, but you didn’t bring anyone home with you.

I didn’t have that much to drink.

Glancing at your nightstand, you felt around for your phone and tapped the screen. Midnight. “Just go back to sleep,” you muttered to yourself, fluffing your pillow and resting your head against it with a huff.

Silence filled the air as you shut your eyes.

They snapped open as the closet door handle turned a second later.

Oh, my god.

You lay frozen as something or someone slowly pushed the door open, the creaking noise making your heart palpitate. From what you could see, a tall, built man with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever soon stood in the middle of your closet. You shouldn’t have been able to make out his eye color from the lack of light, but they seemed to glow as he took a step toward you. No sound came out when you tried to scream.

Why can’t I move?

Though you didn’t see him move his hand or move any closer to the bed, he turned on the nearby lamp. Whether to get a better look at you or for you to see him, you weren’t sure. He had no shirt on, the dark hair on his chest matching his luscious locks and beard. His piercing gaze seemed to see right through you as you thought about how handsome he was. It wasn’t right to think that way, but fear was sometimes unexplainable.

He’s a stranger in my home. He was hiding in my closet. He-

“You’re much prettier than the last tenant,” the man spoke into the darkness, his voice rich and deep. “And all alone.”

You were still incapable of using your voice as you attempted to scramble away from him. You asked before signing the lease why you got the place so cheap, but you couldn’t recall the answer. Did he do something to the last person who lived here? Why didn’t you ask around more?

“Have I rendered you speechless, sweetheart?” he asked with an amused smile, gripping your ankle through the sheet. “We’ll need to change that.”

Your heart leapt to your throat when he tore the fabric away to reveal your naked body. “What do you want?” you finally asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.

The bed dipped under his weight as he crawled toward you. The mixture of light and shadows cast a sinister glow along his face as he smiled. “I want you to scream my name when I make you come.”

He cut off your whimper when his hand shot out to grip your throat. “Please,” you gasped.

“Ari. My name is Ari,” he told you, squeezing as he nudged your thighs apart. You didn’t know who he was. More accurately, what he was. “And I know you’ll take my cock like a good girl. I’ll wreck your cunt ‘til you beg for me to keep you.”

You arched your back, his touch everywhere though he didn’t move his hands. His fingers pinched your nipples, his tongue licked your folds, but he stayed still above you. It was otherworldly. It had to be a dream.

Or a nightmare.

“But you won’t have to beg much. I already plan to keep you,” he promised, brushing his thumb along your lips before he forced them open. “And I plan to ruin each of your holes. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth, they’re mine. You’re mine.”

You made a sound of protest around the digit in your mouth when you felt the head of his cock breach your tight hole. He hadn’t prepped you, but your body betrayed you by trying to suck more of him in. Why weren’t you fighting? Why did you want this?

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let your sweet cunt welcome me home where I belong,” he grunted.

I belong to you, Ari.

Before he sheathed you completely, you woke up with a gasp. You gulped as you felt along your body, your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes darted around your dark bedroom. A nervous giggle escaped when you realized you were all alone. No one was in your room and you were okay. A strange man wasn’t about to take advantage of you. It was just a dream.

A vivid, erotic dream.

“Maybe I did drink too much,” you said, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You frowned when you saw the time.

11:59pm

“What?” you whispered, gripping the device when you watched the time change to 12:00am.

Midnight.

The scared giggled came out again as you set your phone down. “It was just a dream,” you said, your gaze flickering to the closet door where it remained shut.

Just a dream.

That’s what you told yourself when the door handle turned.

Could be a fun world to explore with these two! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

[heroesoath]

SINDAY HEADCANON ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

in alphabetical order under the cut because i'm not a heathen.

ALEX

Alex takes orders really well, tell him what you want and he will comply with a little smile or smirk and he'll get to work! And I need it to be known that there is a REASON Lorna and Madelyne keep letting him back in and it's 100% because he's good at using his mouth, and his jaw almost always has some stubble so it's great for sensations and stimulation.

Alex is hot, I mean that literally, his powers makes energy and plasma store inside his body so he runs hot. If it's winter? He adds an extra layer of comfort during sex since he's just a blonde weighted blanket.

Likes being pegged, look at his Goblin Prince era.

When it comes to men he's a versatile king, he can be a submissive bottom or a eager top, best of both worlds - Hannah Montana.

When he was younger he did have issues of using his powers during intimate moments but it was ONLY when he was solo. He's far too terrified of his own abilities and how dangerous they are to ever accidentally use them in bed now. He keeps that control no matter what. ( Eyes might glow blue though )

*PULL HIS HAIR* He will moan and it's a delightful sound.

He likes fucking in the X-Jet lol ( it's leftovers from Alex and Lorna's time in space where their most favorite pastime was banging because there wasn't anything else to do idhfjks did )

Weird asf but he enjoys when people tear clothes from him, especially his uniform.

CLINT

Alex might be good at taking orders, but Clint is the ORAL KING. Bobbi makes numerous remarks about how long Clint can hold his breath, that man eats pussy / sucks dick like a ROCKSTAR.

Clint grew up in the circus and because of that he's very bendy, he can do lots of different positions, like go crazy babes.

Not sinful, but he's strangely good at after-care, he'll make coffee/tea, order pizza, clean up. A mess in real life does not translate to post sex, man has a reputation.

Because he is deaf, he prefers positions where he can see his partner's face. He wants to see them enjoying themselves since he can't hear them. On the other end, Clint is loud as he has no control of his volume so feel free to gag him!

Clint has very strong fingers from his archery so do with that info what you wish.

Enjoys being tied up.

DANI

Reminder that my Dani is a lesbian.

She's a dominant top, reading everything about her even from the early days of New Mutants, this woman will not take orders from anyone. She takes charge, she knows what's she's capable of and that's the tea.

She will unironically call someone good girl in bed and I hope this awakens something in all the sapphics out there.

She can and will make sex toys with her powers. You think those psionic arrows were all she can make?? Nah.

Because of her powers she can also make it seem like they are at any location. Wanna bang on the beach but can't fly there? No problem. Five class Paris suite?? Just relax and let Dani work her mirages.

Despite her top energy, Dani is a supreme cuddler, she enjoys showing affection and that translates into sex. Lots of kissing, lots of desperate grabbing, lots of face caressing.

JAMIE

Jamie has more control of his powers now, but he does sometimes lose control, so if the sex is intense don't be surprised if another Jamie pops out fugdvhfjd So if your muse is into a sudden threesome with two Jamies then you're golden.

He really is just a walking orgy so if you're super freaky just ask and he'll pop out a few duplicates and they can all have fun.

From his detective era, he does love sex on a desk. He "Thinks it's so NOIR."

JEAN

Already alluded to this today, but sex in the sky is so real. She can keep you both afloat with very little effort ( though if she gets with someone who flies she'd love to give some control up )

Jean's eyes glow pink during sex. She has enough control that she doesn't fling things around, but the room may shake a bit.

Her favorite lingerie is black, a call back to her Black Queen moment. She also wears a lot of backless dresses.

KISS HER NECK, MAKE HER FEEL DESIRED. She'll never admit this, but Scott cheating on her has left a scar. Jean wants to feel loved and desired, that she's enough.

She can be dominant or submissive, a versatile queen.

Because Jean is a cosmic entity at times, she loves powerful lovers, if they can be like two stars colliding into a big bang she'd be ultra satisfied.

She likes riding, yee haw.

Jean can cook breakfast and bake a bit, but she's not a great cook, so expect her to offer to go out for food after. A little date after a bang is just as valid as cooking in the kitchen! She's also just fine with coffee, cuddling and leftovers.

Woman is loud. Like she'll shout a name so loud the cosmos will hear because she's fire and life incarnate.

Random, but in my verse where Jean is still the White Phoenix of the Crown, the nexus of life, death and rebirth itself, I once read a fic where she brought someone into the White Hot Room just so she could bang because she wanted to feel human again and . . . idk that's a plot right there.

JOHN

MAGIC IN BED. John will do some absolute unhinged shit in bed via spells, sometimes even on accident.

Submissive. This man is not dominant in the slightest, he will if he finds like a submissive demon, he might TRY, but more often than not he's a pillow princess who curses and is loud.

He does love a power bottom though, ride him!

Probably uses such utter insane names in bed, he's NASTY, A FREAK, ROLL HIM INTO A BALL AND SLAP HIM AGAINST A WALL LIKE ONE OF THOSE STICKY HAND TOYS.

Sex for spells? Hot. Draw incantations on his chest and fuck him like it's a ritual.

JULIAN

Unlike Jean, Julian has less control over his powers so he absolutely lifts and throws objects with his mind if he's really into what's happening. His eyes glow green, the room is a lava lamp.

Because of his lack of hands, he uses his telekinesis for grabbing, psychic massages, and those psychic massages happen anywhere. Ever been fingers by someone's mind? He'll do it. Telekinesis sex is INTERESTING.

Julian loves chests, he's a boob man, whether it be women's or men's.

He has daddy/mommy issues, everyone who has followed me on his solo blog knows this. He's into it I fear.

Call him good boy to make his toes curl. He likes praise in general.

He might pretend to be someone casual, but in reality Julian might be one of my muses who gets attached the hardest? It makes it so his heart is easier broken, but he loves feeling a connection, he loves feeling loved and wanted on an intimate level.

Still enjoys casual sex, but the above is for those he's feeling HARD.

When he's with a man he's such a bottom. Fuck him and put him in his place lmao

KISS HIS STUMPS!! When he doesn't use the prosthetics after becoming comfortable with you, if you kiss where his hands used to be he's going to melt and the sex will be even better, I promise.

Women should always it on his face. ( And men lowkey ), but he loves performing oral.

If you're anti mutant you're not getting any. He's the most radical of my muses, humans more often annoy him than anything.

MARC

The three men all fuck differently, I'll need to do some #soulsearching to really find the differences, but I bet Marc fucks like the world is ending and his dog tags swing from around his neck.

Steven is the romantic one, candlelit tub time, roses and shit. He's a rich man with a desire for passion.

Jake is more of a mystery but he might just be a mixture of how Marc and Steven fuck, he's more of a casual / friends with benefits kind of guy though. Comes with his job as a cab driver.

Marc 100% fucks in the suit.

Do not call them by the wrong name. You will know who you're with based on their personalities, but it's an instant turn off if you get it wrong.

Marc is a daddy, I said what I said.

All of them eat women and men out like it's a meal and they are a starved victorian child F*UYDGHFUIO

PIOTR

He big, he will make that bed SLAM if he gets into it.

Despite the above, he is very careful. Piotr is a gentle man and will only get more rough with permission, but if someone wants it that way? He'll oblige.

He loves painting people when they are naked. It's not sexual at first, but if someone gets turned on by his skills and his gaze and his working artist hands then SO BE IT.

He's submissive by nature, but will absolutely be dominant if the mood call for it.

Same goes for being top/bottom, shorter men topping him?? A win.

Manhandling comes with the whole package, Piotr is strong, and he's just bigger than 90% of other people. But hey, if you just want to be picked up and banged?? He can do it.

The Steel form . . . might come out, but he's extremely reluctant. He never wants to hurt anyone, but if you ask for it, then it'll happen.

He's super about communication tbh, I'm noticing it as I write this down, he's just all about it and being a soft spoken king.

SURPRISE ANOTHER ORAL KING

He loves mapping lover's bodies with his mouth and hands

His pecs jiggle, grab them FUYDHFKJDHDH

His ass jiggles, grab it.

His (censored) -- I'm not finishing that

He likes sex in nature, in water, stuff like that. Anything that can give him artistic muse.

ZATANNA

MAGIC IN BED! But less freaky than John.

When you get her going and she starts speaking backwards you know you're doing a good job.

THE FISHNETS STAY ON

She dominates John Constantine, but in pretty much every other relationship she's a submissive queen.

Enjoys being tied up, enjoys giving herself over to another person and letting them take control since she always feels like she needs to be in control in other aspects of her life.

A romantic at heart, she loves inviting people to her giant bubble bath. Lots of sensual moments actually, she wants massages.

Bite her.

She also enjoys air sex, whether it's just her floating from her arousal or full on flying.

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

OKAY, more traditionally NSFW for sinday, cause let's be real, my poll was PG-13 max, haha.

I firmly hc that while Doe has deep-ish pockets in her jackets and tends to have a backpack, she doesn't enjoy the feelings of having her pockets filled to the brim and weighed down at her sides. It makes running uncomfortable, not to even mention the headache of finding smaller items around large objects. Doe doesn't have time for it, especially not when she has an alternative.

CUE HER PARTNERS, Doe LOOOOOVES to take full advantage of the deep pockets of her close companions when they allow her! Its for important things, of course, small handheld flashlight (not enough to blind a killer, unfortunately, but you can see better in the basement and dark corners of maps), lockpicks for chests, extra gauze, that sort of thing.

But TRUST, even though Doe is turning to her companions for a practical reason, that can be interpreted as very sweet given she's trusting them with her important survival tools. Doe is NOT innocent about this in the slightest, no sir!

When it comes to passing over her items, yes she can just hand it over and go 'hey can you put this in your pocket,' but it's so much more fun for Doe to cop a sly feel in the process of putting the object in their pocket. To come behind them and get a feel of the goods with a sly giggle, so she knows EXACTLY where she's left the object in question and also just to have some devilish fun with it.

AND GOD FORBID GETTING HER ITEMS BACK, Doe has no chill, she stopped having chill when she died, when she wants something back and its not an emergency (i.e not being chased by the killer) she is playing it as flirtatious as humanly possible. Coming onto them, with a 'Hey, babe, mind if I borrow you for a second,' pressing herself against them chest to chest, eyes absolutely swimming with lascivious desire, and like, they could be all into it or reminding her they're in a trial. It's all the same, she's feeling her way to their pocket, retrieving her object, smiling like 'Thanks babe,' and happily hopping off leaving them teased and ruffled!

[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!

[ttheagcd]

@ssolessurvivor sent a sinday meme / “Behave until we get home and I’ll give you anything you want.” / main verse

“Are you fucking kidding me? BABE!!!!” Alex lets out the most frustrated sigh known to mankind. It’s not everyday that Logan says no but it’s also not every day that they’re out and Alex feels the need to jump his fiancés bones or maybe he does. He can’t help it. Logan’s … well he’s Logan and Alex cannot control his needs or wants whenever he’s around him. They’ve been driving for hours, going to see what Logan calls the best pumpkin patch he’s ever been to. Fall’s starting to creep up on them and all things spooky season are starting to make their way into their lives again.

Alex can’t really control the fact that Logan looks so good today in his leather jacket and that he just had to be the perfect man while they were at the pumpkin patch. Whatever Alex wanted to see or do, Logan was game for it. Sometimes he can’t help but think that Logan plans these dates for them for him to enjoy. Every time a holiday season starts, Logan’s out there making these new traditions for them to have and Alex falls more in love with him.

The fact that Logan won’t let him mess around? That’s what Alex found annoying because again, Logan isn’t one to say no to Alex messing around with him. “Baby, there’s no one here.” He says, being the dramatic little ass that he is. “We’re completely alone. Hell you don’t even have to pull over, I’m good either way.” He teases. Because having to wait another hour for them to get home so he can get Logan naked? That’s just too much. “I wouldn’t be so fucking horny right now if you stopped being the sexy motherfucker that you are. I mean, really, look at you!!! Like what the fuck?” He sighs, giving Logan his best pleading look as he mouths a please. Maybe if he bats his eyelashes he’ll win.

Logan cannot say no to the eyelashes.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

1: Does your muse have any extra specific turn ons?

2: Does your muse have any extra specific turn offs?

20 Sinday Questions 1: Does your muse have any extra specific turn ons? 2: Does your muse have any extra specific turn offs?

2: Does your muse have any extra specific turn offs?

Granted this is only in a relationship/crush because otherwise his sexdrive doesn't exist but --Robin is very observant, and one of the things that really makes him feel hot under his collar is the motion of someone pulling their shirt up to wipe the sweat on their forehead. Or lifting their hair to wipe the back of their neck--it's incredibly subtle but something about the motion makes his mouth go dry and his heart skip an extra beat. It just denotes hard work to him and he really likes it! Rolling sleeves up to elbows, pulling gloves on extra tight--that sort of thing. His mind can, and will begin to wander without him really realizing it.

Do not infantilize him. Yes he's submisisve and generally is on the receiving end, yes he likes being called "babe" and "baby" but if someone starts to treat him like he can't do anything without them then he'll get real annoyed real fast. He's incredibly capable and is a very intelligent person, he doesn't take kindly to being talked down to or baby-talk in the slightest. I suppose that falls into the category of age-play.

[lipstickstainedred]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: sleepy + quiet purr of satisfaction. 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes & your legs 😘

God bless the Hoe fairy for visiting me on my favorite day… SINDAY. You know I just had to write my favorite fictional babe… Steve Rogers. I simp for that man so hard. I didn’t even know it was physically possible to have your panties drenched on a regular basis by a fictional character until Captain America.

This is my first time doing a drabble or hoe thought so I hope I did alright with this. Happy Sinday Siri!!!

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 451

Warnings: fluff, Smut (18+ readers only), oral sex (f receiving), maybe somnophilia if you squint

Steve had always liked waking up beside you, that being the main reason he asked you to move in with him. You had been hesitant at first, only having been together for a little short of a year. You enjoyed your own space and was accustomed to your tiny little apartment. Sure, Steve’s Brooklyn home was far nicer and bigger, but you didn’t mind your rinky-dinky place in Queens.

However, overtime the Avenger had persuaded you. He convinced you that living together was the next logical step in your already thriving relationship. Besides, you practically already lived together with the amount of time you spent at his place or vice versa.

Plus, you loved waking up next to Steve. He was always the sweetest first thing in the morning when you would wake up beside him.

Since moving in together, your alarm clock had developed a thin layer of dust from its unused state. Steve loved waking you up in the morning. Whether that being from bringing you breakfast in bed or from his face between your thighs, he wanted to be at the start of your day.

Today was one of those mornings that his craving was not for a hot cup of coffee. His craving was for you.

The early morning light was shining through the curtains as you groggily came to. You sleepily moaned as you slowly became all too aware of Steve’s face between your legs. His ministrations, must have been going on for quite some time while you were asleep because you were dripping with desire and already close to the edge.

His rough hands held your hips down against the silk sheets, preventing you from moving away from the onslaught of pleasure his mouth was delivering to you. You instinctively grabbed his blonde locks pulling him closer to your sex as you arched your back begging for your release.

A quiet purr of satisfaction left Steve as he obliged with your unspoken request. He began to work you over harder, lapping and sucking on your sensitive nub until the all too familiar feeling bloomed in your core.

You cried out his name, breathy moans leaving your mouth as your orgasm washed over you. Your breath was shallow and labored as you came down from your high. You looked down at Steve, as he lifted his face from between your thighs. A small smile on his lips, you couldn’t help but blush at the moisture that surrounded his mouth and chin.

“Good Morning, sweetheart.” He whispered, looking up at you with nothing but love and adoration in his blue eyes.

You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips, it certainly was a good morning.

[andy-clutterbuck]

5x15 | Try

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

(A Little Sinday fun)

*Kagefumi was wearing only his fundoshi today due to the hot weather as he decides to make some Special cold treats for him and Kiyoshi, he bent over in the fridge to see what sweet things could he use, if Kiyoshi came in now, he would be greeted by the naughty Kitsune being in this state of dress*

Kiyoshi was fanning himself, heading down the hallway of the house. He was wondering what or where his precious kit was. "Hmmmm...maybe he's in the kitchen?" he keeps on walking but passes the kitchen. He was about to keep going but stops, noticing his husband wearing nothing but that teasing dress of his. He finds him precious to sneak over but look at him. "Babe? What are you doing?"

[buckyownsmylife]

how do you think jake would react if he's been away at set for a few weeks and you two were sexting about some really kinky shit you'd do when he gets back, but then when you finally see each other again you'd just burst into tears and needed some really soft!jake, because you didn't realize how much you actually missed him before? idk man...I just really wanna ruffle jakes hair and call him babe, even though he'd probably hate it 😫💖

I don't think he would, babe! Even Jake might need soft cuddle time 👌

Sinday is here! Send me your ideas for headcanons or scenarios related to my fics for drabbles, I’ll be writing all day!

“I don’t think you’re ready for what I’m going to do to you when I get back home, princess.”

The text was enough to send shivers down your spine

Your imagination running wild as memories of your previous nights with Jake mixed with all of the fantasies you had yet to explore together

You hadn’t been a couple for long

So it was the first time he had to go away to film since you got together

And it was harder on you than you thought it would be

You really had hit the jackpot with Jake

He treated you like a queen everywhere else but made sure to give you hard and rough whenever he had you underneath him

Or even when you were the one on top

Either way, Jake - or daddy, as he liked you to call him - made you feel like the whore you secretly always wanted to be treated like whenever he had his hard cock drilling into you

And as difficult as it might have been for you to accept it at first

It felt so right to give yourself to him fully

So it was only expected that you’d miss the sex when the time arrived for him to leave

And your expectations were proved right on that very same night of his departure when you tried to finger yourself to sleep and it just didn’t feel the same as the orgasms he had been gifting you ever since you started dating

But you didn’t expect to miss every other part of him so much

You were trying to keep yourself somewhat detached, fearing getting too close too soon

But it was very clear that you failed when you opened the door to your apartment to find Jake there, a whole week before he was supposed to arrive

Every nasty, kinky activity that you two had planned over texts just slipped out of your mind entirely

And you ended up with your arms around his neck, bawling your eyes out against his neck

“’M-I’m sorry,” you whimpered, scared of seeming too clingy

But what you didn’t know was that Jake had kind of the same realization when you opened the door to welcome him in, wearing only his shirt

He had planned a thousand different things he’d like to do to you

And none of them were PG-13

Still, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to bed, where he proceeded to cuddle you until you both fell asleep in each other’s arms felt perfect

He never thought he’d have this

This intimacy that went deeper than just the physical

So when you tried to apologize for “ruining the mood”, he just shushed you

“I want to be with you like this, okay? I can fuck you stupid tomorrow, baby. Tonight, just let me hold you.”

Look at that gif. Stare at that boi. Tell me he isn't soft.

[a-kitten-with-claws-archived]

🍍- What’s your muse/s secretly turned on by?

*Meme I totally lost lol*

*Not really a secret - but voices! A good, growly grumbly and thoroughly male voice, especially if it’s accented too (which includes a great English dialect!), will have her weak at the knees in no time. And if that voice also talks a bit dirty….then YAY!*

[fezdispenser]

unpreferred asked: [ KISS ] for the sender to kiss down the side of the receiver’s neck.

sinday meme | from @unpreferred​ | accepting (selectively)

          Lazy Sundays meant for them, the house to themselves with Ash holding down the fort at the store along with Faye. So, they make the most of what time they have alone within the confines of his bedroom, he wakes her with kisses peppered along her shoulders, her neck, careful not to leave any marks, as he’s reminding her they have the place to themselves this morning with a playful glint in his eyes that said all she needs to know about what he’s suggesting. Sleepy morning sex, hands carefully explore over each other’s bodies, soft kisses, taking their time with each other, no rush to finish before someone comes home,

           He loves mornings like this, when he can take his time with her, show her just how BEAUTIFUL she is; tells her all the things he wants to do to her, how good he wants to make her feel as he’s kissing all the way down her body, blue eyes flashing up at her on his descent. And afterwards, he reminds her with kisses and tells her maybe they should eat -- tells her to stay in bed, he’ll make pancakes.

           He’s in the kitchen, coffee brewing and getting everything out for breakfast, and he hears her padding though from the bedroom, dressed in one of his shirts that falls halfway down her knee’s, and she looks so fucking cute in it. “I told you to stay in bed babe --” head shaking softly, but he’s smiling because he knew she wouldn’t, He’s making the pancake batter and Lexi’s behind him, arms slipping around his waist, hugging herself against him, on her tiptoes as she’s kissing down his neck, a soft hum elicits from his mouth, head falling back softly, completely distracted from the task at hand. “that feels nice, Lex -- but you gon’ make me burn these pancakes  if you gon’ keep distracting me like that --” he’s laughing head shaking softly, but honestly? Worth the burn pancakes, they can make more.

[courtofmuses-archive]

If anyone is interested in doing some rf Sinday things on Discord, hmu. ;) The babes are a little lusty today.

[auty-ren]

Congrats on 900!!! And Happy Birthday 🥳🥳🥳 I was thinking about a fluffy (maybe smutty if you so chose) Din drabble or hcs where the reader was kidnapped for not giving the child up and Din rescues them. So maybe the aftermath of that, and neither one have admitted their feelings yet but it all comes to a head when they get back to safety. And congrats again 🥰🥰🥰

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: canonical violence, trauma, mentions of sex

A/n: Wow I loved this. (Thank you babe💕)

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You finally felt like you could breathe.

Everything seemed to relax at once, the tension in your muscles melting away at the familiar feel of home. You still felt so sick, your stomach turning into a pit from the emptiness that spread inside of you until it felt like your entire being was consumed by it.

You hand was shaking as you touched your face, finally becoming aware of the tears that streamed down your cheeks, their bitterness soured in your mouth like the potent taste of Trandoshan ale. You frantically rubbed then away, trying your best to erase any bad memory that was attached to them. You scrubbed at the skin of your face and neck until all you could feel was the burn left in the wake of your fingertips.

You’re not sure how long you've been alone, the cold air, and the shinning walls of the Razor Crest being your only company.

You had hoped he would've cared more.

It was foolish to think that he didn't, all things considered. He had found you, had rescued you. It had to count for something. You had been alone for what felt like weeks, in that pitiful cell, waiting for the moment they would come for you. Your fate was unknown as they dragged you away kicking and screaming just like every else who sat in the cells beside you.

But he saved you, he had to care a little. He tracked you halfway across the galaxy, and part of you couldn't understand why. There was no logical thinking behind his actions, anyone else would've left you to rot.

Then again, he was different than anyone you had ever met.

He had to care about you, or at least that's what you wanted to be true. He was all you thought of, even as you sat captor to the very people you had been running from, you worried about him. Part of you hoping he had gotten away, that he had taken the kid somewhere safe and they were living happily far from the reaches of anyone.

You'll never forget the way he looked at you. It wasn't something that you could see, but something you had felt. Something that felt so genuine, like the right pieces had finally clicked together, and the space that had been between the two of you dissipated. He had hauled you up off the dirty floor, his grip nearly bruising on your arms. Something had been said between the two of you, but it was foggy, nothing you had spoken or heard could be remembered.

But you remembered how it felt, the relief of seeing him again, you had nearly sobbed. Or maybe you had. He embraced you and it felt so warm, his arms strong as they wrapped around you, carrying you back to the Razor Crest. When the sunlight finally hit your face, you buried your face into the cowl around Din's neck, your eyes stinging from the brightness.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to remember exactly how it felt to be held by him, the scent of leather and gunpowder flooding your senses as you melted against him.

If only he was really with you.

He had sealed himself off in the cockpit, leaving you to the drowning silence in the hull of the ship. It felt pointless to try and relive moments that you're sure we're just some product of a hopeful desire that flooded you anytime Mando was around. No matter how much it would hurt later, you'd let yourself have this. You'd let yourself fall asleep to daydreams of him, your heart aching for something that seemed almost impossible to obtain

-

You still think you're dreaming when you wake up. It all felt too warm, a blanket was thrown around your shoulders that was soft to the touch. There was a ghost of touches, warm hands that grazed over your skin, brushing away your hair and rubbing gently at your cheeks. Someone was speaking to you, words that were soft and whispered like it was a secret only the walls of the Razor Crest could carry.

It was dark, a single light over the bench in the engineering bay being the only source of light. You could see Din fiddling with something, even with his back turned you could hear him cursing beneath his breath, sparks flying off his cuirass as he repaired it. You sat up, the rickety cot squeaking beneath you as you shifted your weight. Din turns towards you, sitting up a little straighter, just watching you.

"Are you alright?"

He finally broke the silence, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything. You stared at your hands as they fell in your lap, your fingers playing with the edge of the blanket you wore.

Is this my blanket?

It felt different, at least you don't think you had seen it before but it became a distant thought. Din caught your attention, he slowly moved from his seat across the room, coming to sit on the edge of your cot.

He only wore his underclothes, a simple black tunic, and trousers. If it weren't for the beskar helmet he almost would look...normal? In all the time you had traveled with him, you don't ever remember him being this exposed. Sometimes it was hard to remember that under the layers of beskar he was just a man.

A man that you were sure you loved more than anything.

And now he was just a hairbreadth away, but you still couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it. You don't know why you said anything, why you felt the need to pour salt into a still fresh wound, but you did. Your voice shaking and weak as you spoke to him.

"Why did you come back for me?"

He was silent, and you regretted every word that fell from your lips. Although you wanted an answer you would give anything to get him to speak again, to have everything go back to the way it was; comfortable but always longing for something more. You wanted to sneak away, to put distance between the two of you before you burst from the tension in the room.

"You're kidding, right?"

He seemed genuine like there was something that baffled him about the situation. You just looked at him, greeted by the familiar darkness of his visor, hoping that in some way you were looking at him. You broke his heart, your eyes puffy and red, lip trembling as you held back whatever storm of emotion had been brewing inside of you.

"Cyar'ika, I-"

He wasn't used to this, being so vulnerable to someone; but he would try, for you. He would do anything for you, and it was time he told you that.

"Cyar'ika, I would tear the galaxy apart to get you back."

A million things were said that night, most of them the results of everything the two of you had pent up, words flowing out like water that drowned you in the most blissful feeling. He was so gentle to you like he was afraid the slightest touch would break you.

You held onto each other, your hands searching and feeling as you tried to make up for lost time, for a time when you both were in denial that you could be something more. You didn't sleep much, too afraid that if you fell asleep it would all turn out to be a dream, another story you concocted to lull yourself to sleep. When the lights finally went out, he kissed you; slow and tender as your mouths molded together. This moment would be burned in your memory, the feeling of him against you, the taste of his lips, the sound of his voice as he whispered into your ear.

"I love you."

Hours passed like this, laying together on your tiny cot. The two of you didn't dare to move, until you heard a faint shriek, signaling you that the baby had woken from his pram in the cockpit. Din peeled himself away from you, promising to return with a kiss to your lips.

You could hear him walking to the upper deck, the faintest sound of a one-sided conversation filtering through the walls, and bringing a soft smile to your face.

There was nowhere you'd rather be.

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