Liam Versano

Head of Security, 43

[liam-versano]

svlvies‌:

liam’s pure existence had sylvie on edge. together they had killed people and nearly been killed themselves about a dozen times. it used to be all in a day’s work for them, on one level. it wasn’t like an endorphin high after winning a super bowl or a world series, chiefly because nobody died in those events. however, it was clearly a contest, of sorts. there were winners and losers in their world, only the losers left the field of battle in body bags. so, being reunited had sylvie drown in a tidal wave of memories & guilt, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. he was too important, not that she would ever admit such a thing. the woman known for her excellence in marksmanship, knew she had hit the bullseye, since her target was fuming beside her. unfortunately, she didn’t get to celebrate her small victory for long, before she found herself being pulled closer & their mouths clashing, giving her zero reaction time. sylvie kissed him back, willingly deepening the kiss as their tongues snaked hotly around each other. once his showmance was done and over with, she took a much needed moment to gather herself, slowly taking her wallet out of her backpack, offering the food attendant an apologetic look. “ just one, please! – and i didn’t say anything about me. i just made your preferences known. “ a huff and a death glare after, sylvie turned her body in the opposite direction from his, her shoulder purposely bumping hard against his. “ you clearly have no idea what turns me on. we should try the feathers on you, though, while it’s still halloween month. you’d make an excellent chicken. “

They’d never been the sort to back down from a firefight.  If anything, these two veterans ran towards it.  That much hadn’t changed since arriving on campus, and it was Sylvie who was ever there to help him lay out an ass kicking to any prowler or creep who deserved it.  Hot-tempered, hot-blooded, they were fire and gasoline and God help anyone within the blast radius when they were set off.  Liam tugged at Sylvie’s lower lip before their kiss was terminated, licking his own lips from the taste of her and smiling like the cat who’d got the cream from the satisfaction of having surprised her.  He weathered her death glare and the stout shoulder bump in stride.  Ordering nothing for himself, he followed beside Sylvie once she had her much longed-for frankfurter, leaning in to whisper as they fled the hungry gaze of a line of students, “No idea what turns you on, huh?  I’m half tempted to grab hold of your dog tags, yank you back by them and show everyone in this place what turns you on ... but that’s best saved for privacy where I won’t be fired for it.”  He slid a five dollar bill into the side pocket of her uniform pants, making sure to push it down nice and secure ... and maybe letting his touch burn along her thigh a little longer than was necessary but hey, Liam was just being generous. “You weren’t supposed to pay for that, either.  Lunch is on me.  No one goes hungry on my watch, commander.”

[liam-versano]

svlvies‌:

her tongue shifted once again, appearing between plump pink lips.. almost trying to lick away the harsh, stern pout she had been dawning from the moment he started speaking. bright red cheeks shined once she gazed up, the shame quite visible in her eyes. “ shut your dirty mouth, you asshole. “ those words rolled off her tongue effortlessly, followed by a sarcastic chuckle. after everything they had been through together, a hint of bickering was always refreshing. sylvie raised a hand clutched in one strong punch & hit his shoulder softly. it was a well-known fact,  she had such passion for  teasing him,  which only became more evident every time the brunette laid eyes on him. the ways she could cause him a migraine were endless, which one to pick. it was her time to speak loudly now, addressing to everyone around them. “ excuse my friend over here, he’s acting out, because he’s too shy to ask for this guy’s number.“ a finger pointed towards a random lad that had been eyeing the former SEAL since they entered & she paced towards the poor man, sporting a mischevious grin. “ i can give you his and you can hit him up! “

No one understood Liam better than the only one around here who had hunkered down in foxholes alongside him, endured the privations of war with him, and even been shattered by the same final blow of the ambush that robbed him of seven of his team’s best and, ultimately, his own military career.  They knew when old ghosts had come back to haunt each other just from that certain haggard look in the eye or a terseness in tone.  And they knew how to set each other off like the motherfucking Fourth of July, too.  Liam’s eyes went wide, glancing from his smirking XO to the strapping young guy winking at him and back again. “Why you little ...” he grumbled, reeling for a response.  And with the poor cafeteria worker waiting to help and a line of disgruntled customers buzzing behind them, he did the only thing he could think to dissuade the entirely false impression Sylvie had intentionally given.  He grabbed Sylvie in by the back of the neck and kissed her full on the lips.  Hard.  With some tongue, too, just as an extra precautionary step. “See?” he gasped at the agog food attendant. “I told you she likes sausage.  Now tell this man how many foot longs you want,” he admonished her, releasing his grasp and backing away before she could reach his face with her palm ... or his groin with her knee.  Liam happily noticed the hopeful admirer stomping off dejectedly. “And I suggest you hurry before we get tarred and feathered by the line staring death at us right now.  But hot tar and feathers would probably just turn you on, wouldn’t it?”

[liam-versano]

ofnatalie‌:

♕ ; natalie had always been proud of her husband and his work in the university. the man was the main peacekeeper in campus, the one keeping the students safe. the female knew that with that she had to sacrifice some time away from him, yet this was not something she ever complained about. whenever she knew her husband would be away she’d often found herself company for the night. upon finding out of the errands liam had to run for the night, natalie had opted to call one of her regular laids to help pass time. the woman hated spending nights alone, she always did better with the company of others. either in a sexual or platonic manner, she just disliked being on her own. as the morning came and her visit left the house natalie decided to take a shower and get ready for the day to come. she set up her entire outfit on the guests bedroom and quickly changed after showering. black pencil skirt on, a burgundy blouse, and a pair of black red bottoms on her body as she walked back to the master bedroom. at the sight of her spouse a smirk quickly spread across her lips, she approached the male and leaned down to press her lips on his on a brief kiss. she looked at his body and eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the bruises. as he spoke the female shrugged. “ guess we can say i did. and you had a rough one i see. ” she stated the obvious. “ i can’t do anything about your night but i can try to make your morning a better one my dear. ” she replied with a charming smile, her fingertips gently brushing over the large bruise on his abdomen. “ let me take care of you like you took care of that scum. you deserve a reward after such hard work. ”

The one consolation Liam had after nights like the last one was that he could come home to a woman like Natalie.  Their relationship was unique, unqualified by the usual constraints of marriage and open to outside influences but this is where they wound up through it all.  He stared at her as she entered, dressed and fresh and ready for the day with the same raw attraction as the first time they’d met. Tossing the earring off to who knew where, he had more important things to focus on.  Like the statuesque brunette leaning down to kiss him, Liam leaning up into it, adding a sense of fervor to the brief contact as he always did. “Rough one doesn’t begin to cover it, babe.  That son of a bitch didn’t give up until I knocked him out cold.  Believe me,” he winced and settled back again, the pain in his ribs reminding the former soldier that he wasn’t as young and spry as he used to be. “The state he’s in he’d much rather be in my shoes.  Mmmm.”  Liam’s grimace faded into a smile, curious and avid, watching the gentle play of Nat’s fingers over his sculpted abs and the bruise left there. “You always take the best care of me, Mrs. Versano,” he murmured, reaching to drift his own, calloused touch up her forearm. “And the only thing I regret about last night is that I wasn’t here to take care of you as well.”

[liam-versano]

waverlypoe‌:

It doesn’t count as sex if you’re just fooling around, Wave. The girl’s heart was pounding at the demand, the brazenness of the head of security. It was, in essence, blackmail, and there was no telling what Mr. Wolfe would do. Waverly needed the money. She needed the freedom of her schedule. And holy fucking shit, she needed Liam to make her scream in whatever way he fancied. That low British gnarl in his tongue, the sound of his zipper sliding down… Waverly’s eager eyes darted to his hands, and she wasn’t sure which girth was more impressive.

It wasn’t a very hard decision, though she was trembling now. There was something terrifying and erotic about Liam’s demands, and her entire body responded to them as though a chill had fought through the room. The sound of the lock on her door echoed a little too late and the girl realized that she was, in essence, now trapped. And she loved it. “Okay…” And the girl sat up more fully, her legs parting with enthusiastic need. She reached out for the stick, to guide it towards her, the last modicum of control she had festering in the demand of her grip on the cool metal. “No sex though. I don’t do that. Just so you know.”

The hand brazenly stroking himself made a circle round the head of Liam’s cock, squeezing out a small, glimmering droplet of pre-cum as if to warn that there was no way this would end without his ending up in some hole.  He wasn’t exactly picky as to which.  As she reached for his baton he resisted, applying enough pull to keep it from touching her yet. “If you mean no proper fucking that tight little cunt this nightstick is going to gape, I can live with that ... until you ask me to fuck you.  And you will,” he promised, eyeing her waiting slit hungrily and in the full confidence his prognostication would come true. “You’re a good girl are you, Waverly?   Anything but a cock between your thighs?”  He teased her warm folds with the delicious shock of the steel cap on his ebon stick. “When I push this into you, thicker and harder than anything else in here outside of my dick,” which was tapped against the side of her thigh for emphasis, “you’re going to be thinking about having me instead.  Aren’t you?”

[liam-versano]

svlvies‌:

sylvie clicked her tongue. “ low? on hot dogs? at only nine pm? “ on the end of a twelve hour shift, hunger quickly seeped into anger & cravings only worsened the severity. she addressed the person before her in line, “ hey! if you don’t order the last one, i’ll buy you a beer. “

Liam glanced back over his shoulder, winking at his partner in so many crimes both here at the university and in the shared hell they slogged through over years in the SEALs.  He was tempted to let her starve.  Only for just a second, though. “Give this woman as many hot dogs as she can stuff down her throat,” he instructed the cafeteria attendant, still smiling devilishly at Sylvie. “And I can tell you from first-hand experience she’s ravenous for the right sausage.”

[liam-versano]

waverlypoe‌:

She heard movement outside the door, but couldn’t be fucked to pay attention. However, the words that broke through were enough to shatter Waverly’s ignorance of the current situation, and she inhaled, sharply, her head coming up from the desk to see the intruder. Liam. Safe enough, wasn’t he? As far as Waverly was concerned, she had two choices here. She could flush with shame and tuck her head, hide behind her desk and beg Liam to tell no one about this, or she could own up.

Waverly decided on the latter. Her fingers did freeze inside of her, however, and a smile glossed her lips, cheeks flushing with need. “Close the door,” she demanded, although it sounded more like begging. “You can watch. Sit there…” She nodded towards the chair across from her small desk, lust-slick fingers making her weak and stupid. “But pass me that nightstick, will you? And feel free to pull out your own.”

Waverly was full of surprises ... and not just the fingers glistening with her juices.  Smith scoffed, closed the door, conspicuously locked it, and approached her slowly, an eyebrow risen in wry appreciation for her boldness.  Not that she’d get it.  Not as she’d asked for.  He unhooked the thick, tumescent length of the black nightstick from his waist, smacking it into the open palm of his other hand with every step that brought him nearer the beckoning blonde. “I could watch,” he conceded, a rough-hewn dockyard British accent full of dry amusement. “But I won’t.  If this,” he wagged his baton in the air, “is going anywhere near that needy pussy I’ll be the one to put it there.”

He stood over her, shadowing the flushing secretary.  The sound of his zipper seemed louder than thunder in the closed confines of the room, nightstick in one hand and his cock whipped out in the other.  Side by side they made for an imposing pair, but it was the former he applied gently though with a demanding mien to the inside of either leg, an unspoken command for them to part further.  The cap of cool steel mounted on a fiberglass shaft barely touched her knuckles. “It’s either that or I’ll tell the dean what his sweet slut of a secretary was doing during her lunch break.  The choice is yours.”

[waverlypoe]

It was an idiotic thing to do, requesting a sudden breath in the middle of the day, but Waverly was in harsh need of some release. She skittered to her small office, just outside of the Dean’s suite, yanking up her skirt, and splaying over her desk. She didn’t have much in the way of an accessory, so her fingers would have to do, and she hooked them inside of her, moving them ferociously quickly.

It was unfortunate, and unnoticed, however, that in her haste, the door had not closed the entire way, and the sound of her gasps, however quiet, were fully audible from the hall. Her body undulated against her hand as she lost herself briefly to primal need, desperate and so fucking naughty.

Dear God, this was what they wrote books about.

[liam-versano]

Liam was just coming up to check with the Dean’s signature on the requisition form for some new magnetic card readers for the dorm doors.  He hardly expected to hear gasps reaching his ears as he walked down the hall, growing louder with every step.  The first thought in his mind was that the dean must be getting some.  Good on him.  But as he cleared the ajar door frame of the outer office and looked over to the desk, a sight filled his shocked vision that had him sporting a hard-on in his uniform pants almost as big as the nightstick hanging from his belt.  The dean’s secretary, who had always struck him as undeniably sexy but too innocent to understand.

Naive she could have been, but there wasn’t a shred of innocence in the young Waverly laid out on her back across her desk, skirt hiked up, fingers fucking herself intensely with the kind fo need he’d never have credited the unassuming Ms. Poe.  A sly bedroom smile on his lips and a thumb hooked through the belt of his uniformed pants, drawing even more attention to the erection that bulged down one leg, he broke through the soft chorus of moans and whimpers. “You want to bend your fingers a little more if you’re trying to hit your g-spot. but judging from how wet you are, Ms. Poe, I don’t know that you need it.”

[romecstrijd]

「 NEW SNAP ! 」

[liam-versano]

ofdesircs‌:

lauren: holy shit, you look even better without your gi. lauren: sounds like a reasonable plan to me! lauren: i’d say let’s do it right now, but i wouldn’t want you to get too tired.

liam:  too tired?

liam:  it’s cracks like that what could get your room assignment changed for the conference.

liam:  for security purposes, of course.

liam:  sometimes i have to take a hands-on approach to make sure our beloved faculty and staff are properly protected.  you know.  when i’m not ‘too tired’.

[screenshotdaydreams]

[liam-versano]

[romecstrijd]

「 NEW SNAP ! 」

[liam-versano]

ofdesircs‌:

lauren: you look nice in this…robe? outfit? lauren: a single change of clothes? i think YOU will need my help, after all. lauren: and maybe in return you could teach me some moves.

liam:  that’d be my gi, it’s called.

liam:  fresh out of the shower now, though.

liam:  i’ll leave the fashion tips to you and you can leave the moves to me?

liam:  just let me know when you want me to have you on the mat.

[liam-versano]

@ofnatalie

Some nights Liam was called up at bumfuck o’clock in the morning and wrenched out of bed by some issue across campus.  And some nights he never even made it home at all.  Last night was one of those.  There was a perv caught trying to break into the window of one of the dorms, a repeat offender, and Liam had taken great pleasure in kicking his ass and heading down to jail with the police after they responded, quick to get in testimony that would keep the shitbird denied bail until a judge could arraign him.  It was a long, exhausting night and even though he’d given the other guy a broken jaw and a fractured rib to remember him by Liam hadn’t got out of it without a few bruises.  He’d come home, showered, sat down still covered in a towel in a chair in the master suite of the home he shared with Natalie and was just admiring a silver earring that had been left behind near their bed when he heard the familiar click-clack of his wife’s heels down the hallway.  Smirking, he held the bauble up into the light as she slinked in as graceful as a jungle cat. “Someone had fun last night, I see.  Good.  I don’t like you to be lonely even when I can’t be here.  I wish my evening had gone as well as yours.”  He winced and shifted, a purple bruise along his abdomen demanding an adjustment in posture. “This one got a few good licks in before I curb-stomped him.  But at least he won’t be sniffing around campus again any time soon.”

[tinshe]

     if there was one thing that della was guilty of, it would of been her tendency to midnight snack. della was up most nights anyway, studying for some exam she knew she was going to fail anyway. slipping on her robe over her revealing but comfortable pajamas, della made her way down the stairs and over to the vending machine. with her dollar in hand the petite brunette scanned the vending machine looking for something to eliminate her cravings. as she was doing so, she was reminded that she hadn’t taken her key to her dorm room to the vending machine with her. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” della muttered to herself as she started to panic. “um, excuse me?” she called out to someone who had been walking outside nearby as she opened the door to get their attention. “do you happen to know how to pick a lock? i kind of… got locked out of my dorm.”

[liam-versano]

Liam was making the late rounds through the various dorms just to make sure none of the outside doors were left open and no prowlers loose in the hallways.  He’d seen just about everything so the sight of someone in skimpy pajamas barely concealed by a robe wasn’t a novelty but the young woman in that attire certainly was.  He slowly approached her down the hallway, night stick tapping idly against his shoulder and a faint smile on his lips. “Even if you’re locked out, Miss, don’t go asking people to pick your locks.  Not even security.  That kind of defeats the purpose of the lock in the first place, hrmm?  Here,” he pulled an over-burdened keyring from his belt. “I have a master key.  Just need to find the right one for this floor.  I’m curious, though, how exactly did you get locked out, much less dressed in that?”

[romecstrijd]

「 NEW SNAP ! 」

lauren: guess who hasn’t packed for tomorrow’s convention? lauren: this freakin’ procrastinator right here lauren: do you want to help me pack? i’ll pay in food

[liam-versano]

liam:  neither have i but i’m in the middle of my mma training.

liam:  as you can see.

liam:  help you pack?  my idea of packing is shoving a single change of clothes into a duffel bag.  i don’t think you want my help.

[blayrcbardot]

“just five more minutes, i didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night.” she groaned as she heard someone approaching.

[liam-versano]

Liam sighed and shook his head, arms folded across his chest and his tall, uniformed figure looming over the snoozing professor. “I hope you lost out on sleep due to pleasure and not business but I don’t recommend napping on a bench in the quad.  Not even on a nice day like this.”

[liam-versano]

LIAM VERSANO is a 43 year old STAFF that works as HEAD OF SECURITY. It has been stated that they are +ASSERTIVE && +VIGOROUS, but they can also be -IMPATIENT && -OBDURATE. HE happens to be into THREESOMES && CNC, but won’t do NONCON && CUCKOLDRY. It just so happens that they look like ANDREW COOPER && are HETEROSEXUAL!!

TW:  Consensual non-consent

So this here is my latest gent, Liam, fortunately married to the smokin’ hot Natalie Versano for the last 5 or so years and head of security at Sunshine University.  He’s a forceful man, used to having his orders obeyed and pure business when it’s working hours.  Afterwards, however, he’s a very different creature.  Liam and Natalie enjoy a very open marriage.  He has a reputation around campus for wielding his handcuffs and baton for purposes other than keeping the peace if you know what I mean. *wink* *wink* 

- Raised the eldest of 7 children born to prolific parents, his father the son of Italian immigrants and his mother English by birth. 

- Liam was raised spending the largest part of the year in his mother’s homeland and has never lost the accent.

- Both he and Natalie have needs beyond the scope of their marriage and neither allows any jealousy or guilt to enter the equation.  It is the kind of freedom they both need and a perfect partnership of hearts and minds.

- Liam spent 20 years as a Navy SEAL, Delta Force, with heavy action in Iraq and Afghanistan.  He was honorably discharged at the rank of Captain after his group was ambushed on patrol in Iraq costing the lives of seven of his team and landing Liam in hospital for two months afterwards.  He survived with minor scarring but severe PTSD.

- He worked as a police officer for five before accepting the job as head of campus security.  Old habits die hard and sometimes his methods can be a little ... heavy-handed, but he gets shit done and keeps students and faculty safe.

- Liam is a very rough Dom who enjoys group sex (particularly with his wife), all manner of cuffs and restraints (which let’s face it, he always has on hand) and CNC (consensual non-consent).  If you’re not sure what the latter is, it is NOT rape.  It would be better to term it as rape roleplayed where everything is agreed to but in a manner that the party he’s with has given him license to take her by force.  I realize that is not everyone’s cup of tea and it will not be introduced into all of his interactions, only where those involved are comfortable and there has been ample RPed negotiation beforehand to define just what he is allowed to do.  Long and short, though, the man plays rough.

Some plots I’d love to pursue include:

- FWBs/regular fuck buddies among student and faculty.

- Would love some group scenes especially if it’s in a context where they’ve been at it for a while and might have a regular get-together.  Hell, we could even organize an underground campus group sex/voyeur club. ;)

- Platonic friendships because not everything can be about sex, you know.  I love slice of life RP and even those Liam might be intimate with deserve more depth than just wham, bam, thank you ma’am!

- A grudge fuck ... because hate sex is best sex.

- Would love to see some more security staff.

 - The odd childhood friend who might also have wound up at SU.  ‘Tis a small world after all, according to Disney.

- A fully RPed out exploration of CNC with someone who is comfortable with it, and I want to keep this fairly limited for the benefit of the dash and the comfort level of the general playerbase.  I’d want to include the negotiation aspect because the first word in the term is ‘consensual’.  They do it because they both get off on it.  There is no legitimate victimization and I can’t go that dark as an RPer.  Not in a group setting, anyhow.  I want to see how it develops organically and this is going to take some specific chemistry in terms of writing.

[liam-versano]