he couldn’t help it. he loaded your glass with sleeping pills— enough to cause a bad reaction, but he wasn’t concerned about tomorrow morning and the side effects. all he wanted was to make sure you’d stay sleeping when he came to your room tonight.
and sure enough when he walks in, you’re out cold. it’s like you knew he’d be there tonight, your limbs splayed out, head on the pillow and hair mussed from your rough collapse. he’s on you in an instant, fingers slipping into your waistband as he knees your legs apart and slots himself between your thighs.
you’re like a ragdoll. like a corpse. unmoving, limp in his arms, pliable under his touch. he maneuvers you to lie on your back, prone and legs spread wide to let him in. you must be having a wet dream, you’re already slick when he forces himself inside with a low groan. your muscles try to flex— try to push him out, but your chemical-flooded body only tenses and releases again, clenching around his thick shaft.
he fucks you rough and brutal, tiny whimpers and unconscious sounds knocked from your chest with every thrust. your eyes, closed and peaceful, dance behind your eyelids. he wonders what you’re dreaming about.
your head jostles violently on your neck as he fucks up into your squeezing cunt, his breathing heavy and thrusts staggering. your swollen pussy swallows every inch as he buries himself to the hilt and grunts as he fills you. when he finally pulls back, he smirks at your fat cunt leaking his white spend, dribbling down your ass.
leaning forward, he props your legs up on his shoulders, your body yielding to his prodding, and closes his lips around your gaping hole. your cunt clenches around his tongue as he works at your walls, licking every drop of his own seed out of your pocket. he moans a little as he feels your hips instinctively buck, his nose brushing your clit as he sucks harder, rutting his face into your pussy. your thighs shudder like they want to close around his head but your body stays limp, the only signs of life your rising chest and soft, sleepy whimpers.
he feels you cum with a hot spray down his throat, and he drinks that too, before licking you clean and sitting back up. he carefully slides your panties back on, and reapplies your blanket atop you, smiling in satisfaction at his inconspicuous handiwork. he leaves your room silently, and with any luck, you’d wake tomorrow and think all of this was just a dream.
masterlist ⁞⁞ bold is 18+/nsfw ; posts are otherwise tagged
↳ tate langdon ; phantom gunmetal ⸝⸝ constellate ⸝⸝ leavings ⸝⸝ bitten ⸝⸝ praise ⸝⸝ use once and destroy ⸝⸝ overstimulation ⸝⸝ near shore
↳ kit walker ; holy rider ⸝⸝ virgin white ⸝⸝ daybreak ⸝⸝ atonement ⸝⸝ spring to come ⸝⸝ blessings (i just wanna love you) ⸝⸝ cloudburst ⸝⸝ doves ⸝⸝ morning after/night before ⸝⸝ baby, baby ⸝⸝ a purifying love ⸝⸝ lay all your love on me ⸝⸝ lunchbreak ⸝⸝ car sex
↳ kyle spencer ; similarities ⸝⸝ myths ⸝⸝ hold me without hurting me ⸝⸝ calculations ⸝⸝ show me love ⸝⸝ ragdolls
↳ jimmy darling ; caretaking
↳ james p. march ; centennial ⸝⸝ halo full of fire (i'm rising up)
↳ kai anderson ; martyr me pt. 1 ⸝⸝ pt. 2 ⸝⸝ lead me to war / false prophet
↳ colin zabel ; swing ⸝⸝ nights / mornings ⸝⸝ period hcs ⸝⸝ nightmare ⸝⸝ mistletoe ⸝⸝ baby ⸝⸝ better with you ⸝⸝ say it like this ⸝⸝ by firelight ⸝⸝ honey ⸝⸝ what i want ⸝⸝ close to me ⸝⸝ hand me downs ⸝⸝ just a little while, babe ⸝⸝ blue seasons ⸝⸝ playground talk ⸝⸝ flutter ⸝⸝ after hours ⸝⸝ incandescent ⸝⸝ miles away ⸝⸝ sunrise ⸝⸝ anamnesis ⸝⸝ [ event - cosmo's 15 ways ]
↳ julian dillinger ; sextape ⸝⸝ necklace ⸝⸝ scold ⸝⸝ ecstasy ⸝⸝ montblanc ⸝⸝ executive ⸝⸝ dynastic ⸝⸝ guests ⸝⸝ floors ⸝⸝ heir ⸝⸝ convergence ⸝⸝ paramount ⸝⸝ you get me so high [+ warren]
↳ warren lipka ; flamingo ⸝⸝ you get me so high [+ julian] ⸝⸝ prince
↳ peter maximoff ; mr. & mrs. ⸝⸝ reflexes ⸝⸝ ready, set, go! ⸝⸝ restless ⸝⸝ condom ⸝⸝ pocketed ⸝⸝ climb in bed with heaven ⸝⸝ game on! ⸝⸝ kitchen cunnilingus
↳ cooper madsen ; casual ⸝⸝ oral sex ⸝⸝ up & down ⸝⸝ get even
Characters : Tate Langdon ★ Kit Walker ★ Kyle Spencer (frat! & franken!) ★ Jimmy Darling ★ James Patrick March ★ Kai Anderson ★ Austin Sommers ★ Warren Lipka ★ Peter Maximoff ★ Colin Zabel ★ Cooper Day ★ Julian Dillinger
CW : mentions/allusions to sex but nothing descriptive, mentions of smoking & marijuana
A/N : English isn't my first language, feel free to correct any errors although this has been proofread. Feel free to suggest characters to add and I might edit them in. This one was fun to write despite the amount of characters. Enjoy!
★··»—›Tate Langdon
technically he doesn’t sleep, or need to
but he’ll still pretend he can if you wanna sleep with him
even if it’s him essentially lying there with his eyes closed and trying to keep his mind blank
there’s a good chance that the second you’re asleep he’ll just open his eyes and watch you though, thinking about you keeps the visions away
in terms of position, I think it’s needless to say he’d rather be held
whether you’re spooning him or holding him against you with his head on your chest, he’s happy
Tate seems like one of those people who sleep fully clothed, jeans on and all, biggest favor he’ll do you is take his shoes off if you ask
since he isn’t really asleep you don’t need to worry about noises or him moving, apparently with being dead you learn to stay still for long amounts of time
good chance he’ll pretend to still be asleep when you wake up and then coincidentally open his eyes within a couple of minutes and stir as if he needs a good stretch
if he does “wake up” first, he’ll be staring at you and smiling, and honestly it looks too sweet to be creepy (even if it slightly is), he might even say he dreamed about you just for the hell of it because he would if he could.
★··»—›Kit Walker
it’s not like you need to ask, if you’re with him you most likely already are married (or he plans to marry you if not) and live in his house
sleeping next to you is about as natural as breathing to him
such a large bed just so you can both be stuck to each other in the middle
unless you like your space or are the type to move a lot, he’ll usually sling an arm around your torso and pull you against him, head against his chest and all
it feels like a protective position and he likes that
he’s definitely sleeping in his white briefs and wifebeater, at most if it’s cold he might wear one of those classic flannel pants and button up PJs
besides you keep each other warm enough usually
he doesn’t move too much except on the rare occasion he’s getting a nightmare about briarcliff or the aliens
those nightmares usually wake him up anyway and he’ll get up to have a smoke outside the house before coming back to sleep and hold you a little tighter
if he wakes up before you (probably for work) he’ll kiss your forehead and reluctantly let go of you to start his day (with an effort to be extra quiet)
when he leaves early, if anything needs to be reminded for the day he’ll leave a note on the fridge with quick love you and a hastily drawn heart
on weekend mornings if you sleep in, the kids might join you and slide between you while trying to keep their giggles quiet
which delays getting up even more
he keeps telling them they gotta grow out of that but makes absolutely no effort to put it in practice
they probably will someday but for now just let them be kids and sleep in a little longer
★··»—›Frat!Kyle Spencer
you’ll probably be the one asking the first time and it would preferably be at your place because he isn’t so comfortable even having you over at his mother’s house or the frathouse
but it’ll be a very enthusiastic (secretly apprehensive) yes like a kid having their first sleepover
he was actually so nervous he didn’t sleep very well the first time but pretended like it was just the new environment—which is half correct and dismiss it as fine
at first he was a little hesitant with physical contact but eased into it over the nights (process is sped up if you initiated)
in fact now the default position is kind of all over each other, mutual holding
it’s not a very specific position, he doesn’t care
but he has a particularly soft spot for having you on his chest with one hand cradling your head and the other on your lower back while you have your arms around his back or neck
it’s comfortable, it’s safe, you’re real close and he can nuzzle his face into your hair and smell it (it’s just comforting don’t judge him), not to mention you can feel his heartbeat
I don’t think he puts too much thought into his jammies, probably sleeps in an old t-shirt and sweatpants, if it’s real hot he’ll sleep in his boxers and if it’s cold he’ll throw on an old hoodie with the graphic most likely faded and washed out
he doesn’t snore or move too much but he does get nightmares about his homelife and unknowingly starts making noise in his sleep
if it wakes you up and you wake him up in concern, he’ll apologize despite it not being his fault and might need a few minutes or maybe some light conversation before he goes back to sleep
if there’s nothing urgent in the morning like a lecture he might allow himself some laziness and stay in bed until one of you decides to be responsible and pull both of you out of bed
If he has plans or class and you don’t, he won’t wake you up and will instead kiss the nearest part of you before slowly sliding out of bed and tucking you in properly. If he has the time to make himself some breakfast, he’ll leave you some with a little post-it note and if he has to rush, he’ll leave a text for you to read when you wake up
★··»—›Franken!Kyle Spencer
A lot of similarities with his pre-death self
except that there is no asking phase, if you’re around, he’ll probably join you when you’re asleep like a scared child
he can’t exactly be on his own very much at the beginning even with just sleeping since his nightmares have gotten worse with his increased trauma
like they actually make him move around a lot before he eventually wakes up and loudly groans in anguish
He’ll need comforting for that because self soothing is a little complicated when the few memories you have of your life are the worst ones and your mind is all fragmented and foggy.
If you can’t read minds you probably won’t know what exactly you have to comfort him for since he can’t (and probably wouldn’t) communicate what exactly happened but as long as you’re there and seem calm or reassuring, it should be good enough; he tends to try and mimic your emotions, so just stay calm
Kyle still has a soft spot for the position previously mentioned because he’s particularly protective of the few things he holds dear in this world (i.e. you) however he does grow a certain kind of appreciation for reversing the roles and being held now
You’re essentially a teddy bear even if neither of you realize it in the sense that he’s purposely difficult if he has to sleep without you and you reassure him through nightmares and night terrors. Oh and you get squeezed just as much as a real one.
No, really, he can’t measure his strength and you woke up on a few occasions being suffocated or smothered while he was blissfully unaware.
He cares even less about sleepwear now since he’d sleep in whatever he’s given and probably would sleep in his day clothes if he wasn’t reminded to change.
He only gets up when you do, I mean he could wake up hours before you and wouldn’t budge unless he needed the bathroom or the world collapsed.
It’s essentially because his day depends on yours and until he gets better he’s not exactly trusted to roam around unsupervised anyway.
When you do get up, it’ll be a bit before he actually lets you go
I mean you’ll be standing and walking and he’ll still be holding you from behind and shadowing you despite how impractical it is until you tell him to let go.
★··»—›Jimmy Darling
He would invite you to sleep over a little jokingly, mostly an innuendo to sleep together but he does actually hope you’ll stay the night since people rarely do. His trailer gets a little lonely.
He also wouldn’t be opposed to sleeping at your place either.
A warm bed and you ? He’s convinced he couldn’t sleep better any other way.
After he’s done showing you how skillful he is with his hands, he just kinda lies there with you until one of you mentions you might as well sleep now which prompts you both to change and get into proper positions
Since his bed is a rather tight space, Jimmy is used to sleeping in a sort of fetal position to not use up much room.
With you in the equation, he sleeps in a similar sort of position facing you and tangling his legs with yours while giving you a little grin. He’ll hold your hand while he’s at it. Or sometimes he’ll reach out and trace his fingers down your spine while making light conversation or pillow talk.
There’s a chance the position might not stick since he moves a bit in his sleep and might turn around entirely but besides that his sleep is mostly untroubled
unless he’s been drinking, then it’s terrible and he’s slurring words in his sleep
Jimmy wouldn’t mind sleeping naked—and he has, but for actual sleepwear, he’s usually down to his briefs and maybe throws his wifebeater on if he feels like it. He’ll make the effort of throwing on the first pair of pants he can reach if he needs to go outside.
Jimmy usually wakes up at the same time everyday since the camp works on schedule and he is not missing breakfast, unless you make it worth his while. He’d let you sleep and try to casually bring a plate back to his trailer for you. If he’s at your place, he’d still wake up early out of habit and then get up to try and figure out how to make you something edible while you’re barely processing his absence in your bed.
★··»—›James Patrick March
once again, as a ghost, he doesn’t exactly need to sleep and once again, I’m not sure he even can
I don’t think he’d pretend to sleep either
but if you ask to “sleep” with him, he’ll happily oblige regardless
he’s a little thrown off at first since he isn’t used to sharing a bed (let’s be honest the countess did not share his bed after the wedding night)
And by that I mean he’ll probably lie on his side of the bed and call it a night until you tug him closer
you essentially have to move him in the position you want since it’s been a while since he last slept and once you’re comfortable he won’t move until you’re asleep
despite not needing any for a while, he probably has one of those classic silk pajama sets in black with initials embroidered on one side or pocket, with the robe and slippers to go with it once he’s up, please and thank you
so he won’t pretend he’s sleeping but he’ll still play his part in lying by your side (probably stare at you for a while) and pretending like he’s going through a morning routine once you’re up
whether he actually stayed the whole night is unsure, possibility is he got up to murder somebody and/or pour himself some absinthe but he’ll come right back anyway, so you’ll never know regardless
once you wake up he greets you good morning with whatever creative pet name he came up with during his hours of alone thinking and ask how you slept while moving your hair out of your face
★··»—›Kai Anderson
once you’re moved in with him, you’re sleeping in the same bed no questions asked
it’s called sharing a bed because it’s essentially how it is for a long while
you each have your sides and occasionally snap at each other over the blanket or room being taken up but that’s it
the only contact you’re having in it for a while is not sleeping iykwim
after a while and maybe after sex, you just might get the exclusive luxury of physical contact to sleep
this is Kai we’re talking about, don’t expect anything overly affectionate, the most you’d get is being pulled against his side like a stuffed animal and you aren’t expected to move or you’re losing that privilege for the night
for the most part if you want any kind of contact you’ll have to be the one to pull him back against you since he usually sleeps facing away from you
if he’s spooning you before you’re both asleep or once you’re awake ? Do not be fooled. He isn’t being sweet, he has other intentions in mind
not that the illusion would last very long anyway
he’s probably sleeping in a worn out hoodie or a long sleeved sweater and some loose comfortable pants, shirtless if it’s especially warm. He went to bed fully dressed on multiple occasions though
as for sleeping troubles, I don’t think he sleeps very long, be it adderall or insomnia, you’ll never know because he would dismiss the issue since he has better to do than sleeping anyway
so he’ll definitely wake up in the middle of the night and go do something else under the guise of being productive, 50/50 chance he’ll come back to crash in bed after a couple of hours
on the exceptional occasion that he wakes up at a decent morning hour (meaning 5-6AM), you’ll be waking up whether you like it or not because he makes no effort to be quiet or careful while he’s getting out of bed, it’s worth questioning whether he doesn’t shove you on purpose
either way your sleeping schedule will be forced to slowly mold into his because he’ll be pissy if you somehow come to bed after him and he’ll also be pissy if you “sleep in” (wake up after 6AM)
most of the time when you wake up he doesn’t even say good morning, no, it’s just “morning” and he already sounds grumpy. If you get more than that he’s pulling a whole quote, possibly from theater and he just might be mocking you, same treatment for good night. (think of the whole “good night sweet prince” shakespeare quote scene)
★··»—›Austin Sommers
He was quick to invite you over for a little “adult sleepover” as he called it, you’re still not sure if it was meant to come off as an innuendo or not, but with him it’s always fair to assume so
in fact he’s probably in bed before you are, lying on his back in the very middle with his arms behind his head while making it clear he’s been waiting for you
You can safely assume there’s a decent time gap between the moment you get on the bed and the moment you both actually tuck in to sleep, what else could you expect ?
That being said he can be surprisingly cuddly for sleeping, and a little childish about it too. Don’t turn away from him, he’ll just grab you and pull you back.
So in terms of position he likes being a little messy and essentially all over you — you aren’t getting up without waking him up which he will be very difficult about. As for the specifics, when he isn’t purposely trying to trample you he likes having his face in your neck, which always ends up with you teasing him for being a stereotypical vampire and being lightly bitten over it.
I can’t explain it but that man is a sleeptalker. Hell, he probably moans in his sleep, now whether what he’s dreaming about is related to the things he says is unknown since on the occasion he wakes up from a dream to jot down the idea, there’s a good chance he’ll scrap it by morning or rework it to oblivion and then it’s not even the same thing at all.
For sleepwear, the PJs from Charvet in Paris, they’re literally canon. Fancy, expensive, silk and dark in color, what more could you expect from him ?
The man is not a particularly heavy or light sleeper but he’s a big dreamer and since he works in a creative field, he does not like being woken up in the middle of a dream. That’s idea fuel, come on.
Also probably sleeps in particularly late just because he can. The deadlines are met so who’s gonna bother him about sleeping in until 12 ? Besides you, of course. Best of luck if you actually need to be up, he has no plans of making it easy for you.
★··»—›Peter Maximoff
He’d probably ask you to crash at his place (mom’s basement) first, in fact he probably did before you were even together but I digress
you still had to be the one to tug him to bed because unless he’s crashing after consuming too much sugar and caffeine, he’ll still be pumped for hours
honestly he strikes me as the type to dramatically throw himself onto the bed and accept whatever position he landed in as his fate, good luck molding yourself with that
it’s a bit of a pain in the ass to sleep with him because just like at any other point in his life; he can’t stay still
always gotta move a limb or two and within ten minutes, he’s in a drastically different position
either put some distance or put your whole weight onto him
if you chose to move aside, he’ll take that as a sign to relax and quit moving and will try to focus on that while pulling you back towards him like a petulant kid who’s plushie fell off the bed (which you probably did at least once because of him)
if you decided to use your weight on him ? also a good way to ground him although he might still be squirmy if you’re light enough, but ultimately he doesn’t want to accidentally push you away so he tries to hold you close
once he’s finally done wriggling like a worm ? Success, mission accomplished, Peter fell asleep. The world can finally be at peace (for now)
Besides his incessant moving pre-sleeping, he doesn’t have much trouble sleeping but he doesn’t exactly sleep as much as the average individual. But don’t think that hinders him, he’s already a menace by dawn.
He might’ve snored like twice in his life, second was with you and after you compared it to cartoon snoring (honk shoo mimimi, you see the vision), he swore to never sleep in whatever position that turned him into a cartoon character and internally doesn’t live it down
Oh the jammies are rad. Those kind of pjs with big franchise logos on the shirt and prints of that character all over the pants, you got him one of those sets with with Roadrunner from Looney Tunes and it’s his favorite, he treasures it like it’s worth gold (and he’s actively hunting for some matching Wile E Coyote ones to steal for you). That’s what he wears to bed, usually with socks. Oh and he always makes the roadrunner noise once he’s put them on as some kind of announcement he’s in PJs.
While he does wake up early, he knows better than to wake you up unless you specifically asked him to, so he tries his best to be discreet and move the covers back on you, he might snap a picture on occasion either to make fun of you if you’re drooling or just for safekeeping if it’s cute
but then again, you’re in the basement where all his cool stuff is, so you might eventually get woken up by sounds from a videogame console or arcade machine and he’ll snap his head around like he didn’t realize noise could reach your ears. Half assed apology.
In truth he’s glad you’re awake again because he was, expectedly, getting bored, as per usual.
for someone who has nothing to do all day, he doesn't spend much time sleeping, says it’s boring and thinks of it as a waste of time. He used to pull all nighters back in his high school days and would end up snoozing in class.
★··»—›Colin Zabel
Before you guys moved in together, it wasn’t exactly some sort of planned “wanna sleep over at my place ?” kinda thing but rather if you go on a date and end up in bed together, you spontaneously decide to spend the night together too. All with due agreement because he would never impose himself, he’d rather walk home in the middle of the night than inconvenience you.
Once you do share the same place, it’s just classic couple routine
he does his best to keep a consistent sleeping schedule despite his rather demanding job so he can spend the third of his day where he’s unconscious with you
I mean he genuinely set himself some kind of bedtime, you once saw a reminder on his phone pop up to go join you in bed, the notification seems to be set daily.
once you’re both done with your side by side night routine, he’s immediately in bed with his arm stretched out for you
you both don’t always sleep immediately, sometimes you’re reading next to each other (because he’ll keep reminding you phone before sleeping is bad) or sometimes you’re spending any leftover energy on each other
he’s more of a stomach sleeper so any position is a little difficult but he always keeps an arm out in your direction so you’re free to mold yourself as you please with that
if you do manage to get him on his side (too sleepy to move or already dozed off), then you have more freedom
the position is essentially whatever you want as long as you can work with that since he’s essentially dead weight once he’s sleeping
he’s also a particularly heavy sleeper and hence has multiple consecutive alarms since he doesn’t wanna be late to work (in which case he tries to make up for it by staying later and buying coffee for his colleagues)
Colin actually has specific clothes selected as sleepwear, not even like proper pj sets but a specific plain tshirt he decided was sleepwear and same for a pair of simple sweatpants. Oh and he sleeps like that no matter the weather or season. Although he does get particularly cold in winter so on occasion you’ll catch him throwing a sweatshirt on like he’s admitting defeat to the cold.
As previously stated, he has multiple alarms so more often than not, you wake up with him despite him not meaning to force you to do so. Half of the time you open your eyes before he does since his hand mechanically moves to the button to turn off the alarm like a teenage boy asking for five more minutes in bed before school.
Just nudge him awake and it should work out fine, he’ll encourage you to go back to sleep if you don’t need to be up early and kiss your forehead. Otherwise, you both get up and start your morning routines side by side.
★··»—›Cooper Day
Ideally he’d rather you ask, he’s considered the idea plenty of times but wasn’t sure how to ask without being awkward about it. Or without it coming off as a massive innuendo.
But hey, his place, yours, doesn’t matter, he's just curious and wants to know what it’s like. He hasn’t been to a lot of sleepovers in his life and especially not with his significant other.
Out of laziness and love for his comfort zone, he’d be slightly more inclined for his house but hey.
Once you’re done properly hanging out and doing your routines, you’re both kinda giggly and awkward when you get in bed—the same one. Totally novel concept.
For a while you’re both lying a little awkwardly side by side like you’re afraid of getting comfortable or even making any kind of contact. Contest of who’s the bravest.
If you don’t make any move he’ll make a very dramatic huff before rolling over on his side facing you and throwing his arm over your middle.
He’s hiding his eyes under his bangs while he’s asking you if you mind because ultimately, he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.
Once you finally get more comfortable in whatever position you like he’ll slowly (and totally smoothly) tug you closer little by little. It feels like he’s waiting to see when you’re gonna scold him, pushing the boundaries a little.
Being a teenage boy and all, he tends to sleep late and sleep in an be particularly cranky when woken up if it’s not a school day (on school days too actually)
He intends on sleeping all 8-10 hours he needs. He’s got a creative brain to fuel.
Cooper once mentioned he used to sleepwalk as a kid to tell you a funny story but was apparently unaware he didn’t fully stop when one time you found him ominously standing in the corner of your room, mumbling something about the door ‘not being placed right’ (which would be fitting since it’s not his room). Better take a picture or grab a camcorder if you want him to believe you in the morning.
His sleepwear is pretty much what you’d expect from him; old band tee, socks and some random loose pants that already have a few holes from being worn down. You also have to remind him to take his jewelry off half the time besides his rings.
As previously mentioned, if it's a weekend morning he’s waking up late no matter what and he’d preferably keep you there to be lazy with him. If it’s a school day or you both have plans early you have to physically pull him out of bed or he’s not moving. He doesn’t even wake up from his own alarm clock.
★··»—›Warren Lipka
He barely thought about it when he invited you to sleep over at his because it didn’t feel like a big deal. You both passed out on his couch a few times before after all.
If anything a bed felt like luxury after so many instances of waking up with sore joints and backs.
You both just kinda plop down in bed and talk while he rolls a joint (and offer to share it if you want)
It keeps going like that or you might put a movie on before you get sleepy.
There is no specific position, whatever position you were in before is the position you’ll sleep in—even if he’s lying perpendicular to you with his head on your stomach and his legs halfway off the bed. It’s fascinating the positions and places he can sleep in.
He supposedly used to sleeptalk especially when he’s dreaming but rarely does anymore since weed decreases REM sleep
His pajamas consist of… taking his pants off. Yeah that’s about it. Whatever top he had on, boxers and socks off. Cannot be bothered. He might sleep fully clothed if his pants aren’t too uncomfortable.
He’s the type of person to wake up ages before he actually gets up and might influence you with that bad habit if you’re not busy. Especially if he can get busy with you in the morning. But mostly he’ll stretch out all his sore limbs and ask how you slept before quickly moving to hunt for the closest edible thing.
★··»—›Julian Dillinger
You’re probably already living together by the time you can comfortably sleep together. He made a point to never stay the night at your place before then so if you did share a bed it would be his.
And the few times where you did sleep over were simply because you were thoroughly exhausted—his fault, really.
But once it becomes more of an established thing, you’ll probably be in bed before him thanks to his very busy job
but he does make a point to come to bed at a decent hour since he absolutely needs a minimum amount of hours of sleep to be efficient—and also to have a little time just the two of you.
he usually doesn’t do anything before bed since usually he is tired by the time he gets there (or if he isn’t, he’ll tire himself out with you) and just drops on the mattress like dead weight
he pretends to be annoyed when you pull the covers over him like you’re tucking him in but he secretly does like it and only then does he move into a proper sleeping position : the soldier
you genuinely make fun of him for it because why does he sleep like that ?
he’ll vehemently defend it despite the fact he looks like he’s ready for the casket
he doesn’t move, like, at all. You’re free to cling to him but he generally will just stay still, maybe unconsciously roll his head to the side to face you. Over time he might make the very generous effort of bracing his arm under your head but he’s not gonna cling to you.
you’re getting some of the best sleep of your life by the way, memory foam mattress and all, ridiculously expensive stuff even in his bedroom just for the sake of putting unnecessary tech everywhere.
because of his back sleeping position he tends to breathe a little loudly, not snoring but nearing that line. He refuses to believe you or listen when you mention his back sleeping could give him sleep apnea.
As for sleepwear, he’s not exactly a fan of sleepwear that looks like, well, sleepwear, as in the classic ensemble of matching button up and pants. Think more like form fitting shirt—long sleeved and thermal in the winter specifically, for bottoms either shorts or longer normal pants but from luxury brands like Ralph Lauren or something with a brand logo on them. Probably all black or in some muted color.
The process of Julian waking up is very… military style. The alarm sound goes off three times, no more no less and he sits up and stretches before getting up to start his day. But not before a very groggy good morning and a lazy kiss to your hand as he debates whether he should try to get you up too. If he does, it’s usually by trying to lure you to the shower or with some good pastries for breakfast.
pairing : james patrick march x wife!reader info : vignette, mostly comedy word count : 0.4k tag : @v-inthecortez
The question was, in James Patrick March's opinion, one of the most catastrophically inelegant questions ever posed within the walls of his hotel. He looked genuinely offended by it, clasping a hand over the lapel of his blazer.
The longue of the hotel was eerily empty while you reclined beside him on the velvet sofa, thoroughly entertained already. Liz Taylor, standing nearby, leaning on the bar counter with the exhausted expression of a woman who had long since accepted that this was her life now, pinched the bridge of her nose.
James adjusted his cufflinks with painstaking dignity. “My dear,” he said at last, sounding scandalized, “....must attraction always be reduced to anatomy? What a tragically modern affliction.”
Liz, who asked the question, laughed. “So that’s a no?”
“It is a rather refined answer in contrast to the absurdity of the question.” James corrected smoothly. “A woman’s allure resides in details, Lizzy. One must think of the elegance of her posture, the intelligence of her wardrobe, the subtle artistry of perfume. Ah! Gloves, especially. As well as a well-tailored silhouette. There is nothing more sensual than a turn of a wrist while holding a wine glass.”
You raised your husband a brow. “You sound eighty years old.”
“In fact, I am one hundred-and-thirty.” he protests, making Liz snort loudly into her drink.
James continued as though he were lecturing at university. “True beauty lies in presentation, eliciting grace and mystery. The essence of a true seductress lies in her ability to suggest confidence beneath tease, much like a burlesque.” He gestured faintly toward you without even looking in your direction. “For instance, my wife possesses extraordinary taste in fabrics such as velvet, silk, and structured gowns-”
“She asked what body part you liked best,” you interrupted, trying not to laugh.
“And I am telling you,” James said with perfect seriousness, “...that class eclipses physical preference every time.”
The room dissolved into amused murmurs. You shook your head, smiling into your wine glass as you stood from the sofa.
“Such a gentleman,” you teased, cocking an exasperated sigh towards his path.
“Finally, the recognition I merit.” he quipped.
You rolled your eyes and turned to walk away toward the ballroom doors, silk draping elegantly around your figure as the chandeliers caught in your jewelry. "I think I've had enough to drink. I'll be upstairs if you still need me to entertain your lecture on class."
James, obsessed as he is, watches you leave the room, a pause in his informative tangent on how elegance overpowers indecency.
Then, very subtly, his gaze dropped for half a second at the sway of your hips, showing him the slight shake of your buttocks beneath the silk posterior of your dress before a smug little smirk curled at the edge of his mouth.
Liz, not needing her observational skills as a bartender, saw it immediately. “Oh, you hypocrite.”
James didn’t even blink, he simply lifted his drink with aristocratic composure, brows raised in false nonchalance as he tried his best to conceal the pleased grin beneath his perfectly neat mustache.
“I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean.”
a/n : ik he likes some rump and his favorite position is doggy
╰┈➤ pairing: James Patrick March x fem!reader
╰┈➤ word count: 2K
╰┈➤ summary: Aunt Flo comes unexpectedly. James doesn't care, despite your insecurities. He is, after all, who he is.
╰┈➤ w a r n i n g s: 18+, SMUT, female reader, no use of y/n, assumed established relationship, kissing, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), period sex, period cunnilingus/James consumes your period blood, blood kink, blood as lube, come as lube, mentions of murder/gore/etc., reader has awareness and is okay with??? the fact that James is a serial killer.
╰┈➤ a/n: requested by my beloved @bohnerrific69!! banners by @/bronzewasp, @/saradika-graphics. i'm rusty waaah. hopefully it doesn't show too much! on a side note, i'm really sorry for not posting as frequently as i usually do, writer's block is whooping my ass regularly.
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The city of Los Angeles bustles outside the many windows of the Hotel Cortez. Even as the hours drag into the evening, the world out there thrums with life. The room you're in is mostly quiet and dim, lit only by the yellowish glow of the wall sconces. The shadows outline everything, submerging half of you in darkness. Miss Evers is nowhere to be seen; James shooed her out hours ago. The rest of the hotel and what the occupants are doing are of no concern to you, not with where your attention has been for the past few hours.
James is on top of you, the coolness of his body permeating through the white dress shirt he wears. You've been kissing and grinding your hips against him for the better part of an hour, and despite the chill he always brings, the fire between your legs grows hotter and hotter with each passing second. He's intoxicating, in every way you can think of. His smell alone is enough to send you to the heavens, but the way he moves his body against yours, the way his hands grip and knead at your flesh, the way he kisses…
His tongue dances in your mouth, claiming every inch of it with an almost-unsettling dominance. He kisses like he's trying to consume, and nothing short of that. A moan is carried on a breath into his mouth, and he swallows it happily, delighted by the audible pleasure that his mere kisses bring.
It's not enough, however, and he craves more. His long, lithe fingers ghost over your stomach and press down into the flesh just above your pubic bone, allowing him access to her. You're soaked. Really soaked. James hums in approval at the discovery and delves his middle finger into her. The intrusion brings a filthy moan from your mouth, and James flattens his palm against her, almost gripping the rest of her as he curls his finger inside you.
"Fuck," you breathe.
To him, still. Not enough. Never enough.
The barrage of sensations disappears as James sinks between your legs wordlessly; his hands trail along the length of your torso reverently, and your silken nightgown ends just past the hips, providing no resistance for his hands as they caress your sides. His large, pale hands sweep along the outsides of your thighs before his fingers slither to the crease of them as they press together. He carefully, but firmly, separates them, exposing the delicate pattern of your lace underwear. He slots himself between your legs, his shoulders forcing them apart.
His tongue traces the seam of your panties, a tantalizing stripe along the damp fabric. You feel the strength of the muscle, pushing against your already aching center and keen, arching your hips up into his mouth. He leans into it, presses himself against you, and inhales deeply, savoring the sweet, heady scent of your arousal. He looks up at you with those two obsidian black eyes of his as he hooks his finger around the side of your panties and tugs them gently over the swell of your hips, tossing them carelessly behind him for Miss Evers to pick up later.
You're leaking. Unsurprisingly. James unleashes a series of kisses over your sensitive folds, paying attention to every inch. He does this with an almost religious reverence—despite his hatred for all things religion. When it came to your body, however, he was an undeniably devout man.
With his thumb and pointer finger, he spreads you open like the petals of a delicate flower, revealing the glistening, warm flesh to his hungry mouth. He leans in, flattening his tongue broadly against your clit. It takes him all of a few seconds to find an Earth-shattering rhythm with his flicks, torturing you in a way that immediately makes your leg muscles shake deeply. He alternates between pointed, firm attention to your clit, and lapping at you in wet, filthy circles, which has you panting and choking out pathetic whimpers with every pass. He presses his chin into you, forcing more pressure against your cunt.
The combination of fluids continues to leak from your cunt onto the silk sheets below you; you can feel the growing wet spot beneath your ass as he doubles down on his efforts, suctioning his lips around your swollen clit.
"James… fuck, 'm gonna'…" You hoist your leg over his shoulder and press into his back, bringing him closer to you, as if any space is offensive to you. His hand clamps onto your thigh, denting the soft flesh there. He pulls away from your cunt and breathes in as he trails a line of kisses along your inner thigh before he returns to your center again.
"J-James! FUCK!"
A few seconds pass before he answers, almost laboriously. He pulls free just before the wave washes over you. He enjoys the torturous aspect of edging and does it whenever he can.
"So soon? My, my." His voice is molasses, coming out in a sultry growl—almost lost against her, his words mere vibrations against the most sensitive nerves you have. He knows why you're teetering on the edge after minutes, but you don't. Not yet.
He pushes himself up and away from her, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the mess you've made. Mortification glazes your features. Instead of a slick, clear coating on his chin, there's something else. Shimmering against the pale skin of his face, red streaks the clear. "…oh my god…"
You clamp your hand over your mouth and hurriedly scoot away from his hungry tasting. In response, he straightens up, looking down at you with a deep expression, one that very nearly conveys disappointment. He expectantly quirks one of his dark brows, like he's offended you interrupted his dinner.
Your head was spinning. While you hadn't experienced the dreaded cramps yet, you had been unusually moody today, which is why James had showered you in affection to silence your incessant complaints. But… you weren't expecting this.
"James, I—wait. We can't do this right now. You should—"
"Nonsense. We can, and we will!" He reaches up to wipe the pink-streaked slick from his chin as casually as if it were only saliva, not a hesitation in sight. Your mind was racing. He must've tasted that heady, iron taste of your blood, felt the viscous thickness of it. He, however, seems unaffected. He continues to speak as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, one by one. "Despite the untapped pleasure of it all, fornication during menstruation is… indeed taboo to the common man. Be that as it may, I am not the common man. Nor do I shy from the taboo. You know this, don't you, my dear?"
As true as it was, you say nothing, still too horrified to speak a single word.
He pauses, looking at you pointedly. "Ah. Your apprehension moves me, but not enough to stop. Fret not, my little pet." He tugs the dress shirt off his shoulders, revealing pale skin beneath. "I think you'll find the sensations... divine."
Breaking eye contact only to pull the undershirt up over his head, he makes quick work of his dress slacks and undergarments, letting them fall to his ankles before he gracefully steps out of them. Seeing him naked always ignites little embers of arousal in your lower stomach; the way he stands so proudly, cock out, not an ounce of shame, ready to fuck you until you see stars. Still, your insecurity roils in your stomach like rotten food, souring your lustful euphoria with its sickly, sludgy fingers.
"I know you like blood… But James," you protest. "It's different. It's… got tissue and stuff in it."
"Indeed," he says, matter-of-factly. "And, I've been elbow deep in a man's intestines on more than one occasion! I can assure you… Your menstruation does not scare me."
You couldn't argue with that. He had. He'd probably seen every kind of tissue and fluid that the human body produced, and yet, here you were, shying away from sex because of your own humiliation.
"My god," you groan, covering your face with your hands for a moment before slapping them back down on the silk sheets. "Can you stop calling it menstruation? You're so clinical."
James mm-hm's as he climbs over you, slotting his hands on either side of your head. His cockhead nudges your entrance, hot and leaking, begging for relief. He bucks his hips forward once, forcing the head in between your folds. You gasp, clenching tightly around the ridge of his head, pulling him in further.
"Mm, yes." The tone of his voice is euphoric, and he lowers himself to his forearms, bringing his mouth a hair's breadth away from yours. A single kiss is pressed against your lips, before you catch his bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood. "Sublime," he says. You let his lip snap back against his teeth.
He tests your willingness briefly, pressing himself deeper inside of you. You respond by lifting your hips up and giving him a devious look that feels like a lightning stike to his chest. His urges become too much, nearly strangling him, and he bottoms out, slamming his cock deep inside your cunt with a slop sound. And you… Any thought of shame? Embarrassment? Gone with the feeling he provides. Perverse, wet sounds fill the room as he slams his pelvis against yours in a determined pace, drawing his veiny cock in and out in deliberate strokes, making sure you feel everything intensely.
He hadn't been wrong. The sensations were divine—in fact, they were mind-blowing. There was a new level of slickness that made his thrusts even more effortless, and the gentle pressure against your insides was particularly tantalizing. He stays like that for a minute or so, pressed tightly atop of you, reveling in the closeness.
"Deeper," you whimper. "Deeper. Please. Fuck me deeper…!"
He snarls, nips at the air in front of your face, and hurriedly obeys; he was nothing if not obedient when it came to your lustful demands. As a man who prided himself on control—devastating perfection, and control—your volatile, needy nature during sex always aroused him. Quickly, he straightens up and scoops underneath the curve of your rear, hoisting it up enough to plunge himself deeper into you. His cock hits your cervix, and your eyes roll back in your head, losing all sense of your surroundings as his thrusts bully your cunt. Eventually, everyone loses their footing, no matter how strong. And yours, he watches as it disappears, as your expression goes lazy, fucked out. Your jaw hangs slack, and your lids are heavy, and James revels in it.
White, hot pleasure tightens in your core, like a coil being tightened around itself over and over again. James feels the tension and picks up his pace, knowing that the tidal wave nears. His does, too, undeniably. The tightness thrums in his cock, and with a few more devastatingly heavy pumps, he seizes up and crushes his hips against yours, letting the orgasm wash over him.
The pressure sends you over the edge, too. Everything goes fuzzy as your orgasm claims your senses. You hear James growl, pleased above you as you quiver and tremble beneath him, panting as if you've just run a mile. He loves to see you this way; unmade and fucked beyond your wildest dreams.
After he's fully spent, he withdraws his cock from you and falls heavily onto the mattress next to you, chest heaving with exertion. You hurry to scoot closer and snuggle up next to him, tucking yourself underneath his arm. You fit so perfectly there. One arm splays over his torso, drawing circles on the cool, taut flesh.
"My darling, you are exquisite. Every time."
You nuzzle into his shoulder. "Mm. Thank you... but I'm going to get blood on your sheets if I don't move soon…"
He chuckles through closed lips, resting his head atop yours with a doting tenderness. "You already have. Miss Evers has cleaned blood from these sheets many times… she'll do it again."
husband!james patrick march x wife!reader.
🍵 ‼️: 1.1k+ words. 18+. p in v. perverted husband!james. mention of murder. a bit of knife play. unprotected sex.
a/n: i got the energy to make smut with 1k+ words whaaaat
📖 summary: after james' murderous activities, he came home to his wife seducing him and he obeys with no hesitation.
James wraps up another midnight murder with practiced ease; A call to Ms. Evers for cleanup, a cold shower to freshen up, then return to his sleeping beloved in his suite who’s untouched by the horrors of his evening.
He enters the suite quietly and calmly, expecting that his beloved wife is already deep in her slumber as usual. The familiarity of the suite he shares with you welcomes him as he further walks inside, retrieving his pistol and the sheathed blade hidden inside his suit. He was about to put them aside on the nightstand beside your shared bed. He just took a quick glance at you, but then his head snapped back for another look because of a beautiful unexpected sight that greeted him.
You. sitting on the bed, your short nightgown hiking up your thighs and the dim light of the lamp casting a warm soft glow against your body. He paused. Eyes glued on you as a smirk slowly starts to form on his lips.
“My.. my.. What a sight for sore eyes..” He purrs, walking towards the bed. His eyes remain glued on you as he places his pistol and knife sheath on the nightstand. “Couldn’t sleep, James.” You whisper with a small cheeky smile playing on your lips. You moved a bit, the new position making your nightgown reveal more. You gave him just enough of a view to see your panties underneath your nightgown.
You saw the way your lovingly perverted husband’s head tilt to get a better view of your panties underneath your nightgown. “So you waited for me, little dove?” He asks as he reaches for his sheathed knife that he placed on the nightstand earlier. You let out a soft “Mhm.” at that. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers.
He thought a kill would be enough to satisfy him for the night as usual. Yet it seemed that his wife had more in store for him tonight.
He then spreads your thighs gently and pulls out his knife from its sheath. He hooks the sharp tip of the knife on the fabric of your panties, using it to push your panties aside, revealing your wet folds. His favorite view.
The moment he pushed your panties aside using his knife? It made your mind go blank. Your pupils dilate. The further plans in your mind on how to seduce him further tonight disappeared so quickly. Now, all you know is that you badly want him to now take the lead and take. you. right. now.
He hums with a satisfied smile on his lips as he continues to take a good view.
“My, you waited for me very eagerly, it seems..”
“Yes love..” You breathlessly spoke. He unhooks the tip of his knife from the fabric of your panties, slowly sliding it up to your chest and back down, the tip of the knife freezing on your abdomen as you breathe out:
“Tear it open, James.”
James’ eyebrows shot up at your breathless suggestion; telling him to tear open your nightgown. “Tsk tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “Not tonight, my love. I would prefer to do that on our anniversary.” You let out a low flattered chuckle at that. You watch him toss the knife carelessly on the nightstand, his hands then making their way to the button and zipper of his trousers and then undoing them. You continued watching as your breath hitches. You’ve been patiently waiting for this since earlier.
The moment you felt his tip nudge your folds, you hips bucks a bit. He smirks once again at the eagerness of his beloved wife. He finally guides his cock to your entrance, his lips pressing against each other, forming a thin line as he pushes in your warmth. Finally, the empty and needy feeling you feel down there is now being taken care of, making a pleasurable gasp escape those lips of yours.
“Is this what you’ve been waiting for, dearest?” He grunts as he starts to thrust. He wants his thrusts to immediately hit deep. And when it did, you loved it. It’s exactly what you needed. You nodded eagerly, one of your hands making its way to grip the side of the pillow that your head is resting on. James’ other hand shoots out to grab your wrist and pins it hard on the mattress as he leans down his body a bit to thrust deeper. “Mmh.. so deep, James.” You whimper, making him growl in response.
You love how he’s so good at making sounds during sex, it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Feeling butterflies in your stomach while he’s deep inside of you is a deadly combo. It makes you clench tighter around him.
James felt that. He groans your name as his hand that was holding your hip moves to crumple and grip on the fabric of your nightgown that was resting on your lower stomach. He straightens up, making him pull your hips up with him. He also slowly drags his hand away from the wrist of yours that he had been pinning on the mattress earlier. This brings a new angle of his thrusts that makes your head spin in pleasure. You want to close your eyes tightly due to so much pleasure. But god.. The view of him in his new position is unfairly attractive.
The way he looks right now is majestic. Him holding your hips up to meet his thrust by only gripping the fabric on your nightgown on your lower stomach part makes the veins on his forearm bulge + how the dim lighting falls on him from your perspective? He’s like a damn majestic being sexing you so good. Each thrust was aimed straight for the center of your pleasure.
James then feels that you’re close, your walls are clenching and throbbing. His grunts turn into those pathetic, visceral moans and gasps along with him twitching and throbbing inside you as well. His muscles then locked tight, and there it goes. The warm liquid that you’ve been waiting to fill you up. You threw your head back as you felt your body shudder, a groan of pleasure escaping your lips. You can feel the mixed juices overflowing. James lets out a last grunt and gives you a final hard thrust before you both collapse on the bed.
You ended up panting heavily underneath him, but very satisfied. James lets out a slow chuckle before lifting his head to look at you, his black hair falling on his forehead.
“You know, darling.. I could grow terribly accustomed to this sort of welcome after my murderous evenings.” He teases you as he reaches to open the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. You rolled your eyes playfully. "It's actually a reminder that you have a wife waiting for you while you occupy yourself with killing.”
James casually laughs it off before gently placing a cigarette between your lips and lights it for you.
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