Mayor Of Freak City

Marvel

Peter Parker

Detroit Become Human

Connor

Markus

Markus x Reader x Connor

Mindhunter

Holden Ford

Loves to spoil you, believe it or not. While he lives a much more minimalist lifestyle, doesn’t spend money on clothes for himself often unless it’s for work, he makes damn good money as an FBI agent and who better to use it than you?

If you go shopping by yourself, he’ll always give you his card before you leave. If you’re uncomfortable with that, he won’t push it. He’ll just remember that when your birthday or Christmas comes up.

Doesn’t mind shopping with you. He gets slightly uncomfortable when you want to spend your money on him and buy him things like new clothes. But he sighs and lets you dress him up if you feel so inclined. But he loves watching you try on clothes.

He’s absolutely the boyfriend that carries your bags for you. One hand full of bags. The other holding your hand.

When you shop for makeup, you swatch the colors on his hands. He throws up an eyebrow to which you cheekily respond, “it’s so I know what color looks good on your skin when I leave marks on your neck.” His face turns pink immediately.

Mentioned in another post, but Holden definitely likes buying you lingerie. He kinda feels like a creep being alone in a Victoria’s Secret though, so he always takes you with him.

Him feeling you up in the fitting room 👁️👁️

If you want him to, he’ll absolutely get on his knees and show you just how much he likes those panties on you (this man has no boundaries in public spaces / also public sex kink)

The music pulses within the floorboards, a steady thumping beat that muffles behind the walls. Voices jumble together, laughter flowing up the stairs the two of you are sneakily making your way up.

Nobody should be upstairs. Keyword: should. It’s your house party, your birthday. And you made sure that the upstairs was reserved for people who need a breather and some quiet. Really, you wanted your bedroom vacant just in case something like this came up.

Holden’s hand squeezes yours as you lead him up the stairs. Even though you’re the birthday girl, everyone seems too preoccupied to notice that you’ve slipped away. Your downstairs is packed with friends and family, all mingling together in a way that makes your heart flutter with invaluable joy.

Holden had been the perfect boyfriend all night, helping to put this night together for you. He’d been chatting around, cradling a beer in his hand while he watched you dance with your friends in the backyard. A gentle smile graced his features as long as the night went on. He’d brought you a drink everytime your cup emptied, reminded you to snack so you didn’t get too drunk, and made sure people were having a good time so you didn’t have to.

As midnight rolled around and the atmosphere became quite inebriated, you’d wandered back over to your handsome boyfriend and nuzzled into his side as he talked to one of your friends. He smiled down at you, hand coming to rest on the exposed small of your back in your short party dress. “What’s up?”

“Just missed you,” you’d chuckled, leaning into his side.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, continuing to listen to a story your close friend was telling. You closed your eyes, caught up in the few drinks you’ve been served throughout the night.

You practically jolted awake when Holden’s voice pressed against your temple. “You tired?”

You shake your head. “Mm-mm, just a little drunk.”

He chuckles. “Yeah? You having a good time?”

You look up at him, at how earnest his expression is. “Yeah, a really good time.”

“Good,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday, darling.”

Your drunken touches started getting more… exploratory, and Holden raised an eyebrow when your finger hooked into his belt. “Excuse me?” He laughed. “You are drunk.”

“I’m really not,” you reasoned. “I’ve had like two drinks. And you look really good in that shirt. Can’t a girl think her man looks hot?”

Red started creeping up his cheeks. “So you’re gonna shove your hand down my pants right in the middle of your party?” He teased.

“I’m just giving a gentle mention that our bedroom is unoccupied.”

He shakes his head, smirk pulling at his lips. “You wanna have sex at your party?”

“Just a quickie,” you shrug.

He didn’t really have to think about it. He cocked his head to the side for less than one second before shrugging. “Lead the way, birthday girl.”

~~~

Safe to say, you two aren’t leaving the bedroom anytime soon.

You’re laid back on the blankets, legs dangling over the edge while Holden moans between your thighs. Your dress is hiked up, panties pulled off and thrown across the room. His hands knead your skin, tongue moving slowly, teasingly over your clit.

“You know,” you murmur breathlessly. “When I said quickie, I thought we’d just fuck.”

His head slightly raises, eyes meeting yours. Those pretty blue eyes between your legs has your breath catching in your throat. “You’re not enjoying yourself?” He asks, cocky.

“Shut up,” you flop back onto the pillows, away from his smirk and chuckle. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s your birthday,” he speaks, pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Shouldn’t you get a present from your boyfriend?”

He nips your skin as you attempt to reply, a surprised yelp exhaling. “Hey,” you playfully knee him in the chest. “Careful.”

“What? Just having a little fun,” he smiles.

You shiver as his hot breath fans over your cunt. “Just lay back and enjoy it, baby. The party can wait.”

He dives back in like a man starving. He sucks you into his mouth, tongue moving slowly as he makes out with your pussy. He moans against you, the vibrations making you rut against his face.

Your fingers rake through his hair. Every time he flicks his tongue against your clit, you yank him by the scalp.

He pulls you closer to the edge, then throws your legs over his shoulders, addicted to your taste, needing it closer, closer, more.

Your whimpers are starting to morph into moans, luckily drowned out by the blaring downstairs music. “Fuck, Holden,” you cry out, arching your back as you get a glimpse of his beautiful face smushed against your cunt, eyebrows furrowed in focus and desperation.

His hands wander up your stomach, leaving a trail of tingling fire behind. He’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every swipe of his tongue on you.

You’re grinding against his mouth now, and he’s panting through an almost-growl that has you gripping the sheets. Your moans are loud. Loud enough that someone using the bathroom down the hall would be able to hear you even over the booming bass of the music.

You chant his name like a mantra as he brings you collapsing over the edge with his tongue flicking your clit. Your hand pulls at his hair, messing up the perfectly gelled style he had for the party.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You can’t help but cry out as Holden licks up every single drop of your release, leaving you overstimulated and sensitive.

Holden crawls back up with a proud grin. His lips press gently against yours, your taste present. “Good?” He asks, almost teasingly.

You chuckle, still trying to catch your breath. “You could say that.”

His eyes gleam darkly as he towers over you, elbows on the bed. “You ready for part two?”

“How many parts are there to this gift, exactly?”

“As many as you want.”

“You know we eventually have to go back to the party.”

“Eventually, we will.”

He leans down to nip and suck at your neck, careful to move your curled hair out of the way so it doesn’t get ruined. His voice is innocent and soft when he asks so sweetly, “how do you want to be fucked?”

“Mm, you choose.” Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

“Uh-uh,” he chuckles. His nose nuzzles down the line of your throat. “Your day, your choice, birthday girl.”

“Just like this,” you mumble, eyes closed in bliss as he trails gentle kisses down your neck.

“You want me to take care of you?”

You nod, hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He’s quick to move them away, pinning them to the bed above your head.

“Let me do the work, darling.”

He presses a passionate kiss to your lips, prodding his tongue to enter. You let him in and he’s immediate in taking control. His breath mingles hot with yours. You don’t even hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, the zipper being pulled down hastily, the rustling of his dress pants.

He pulls his mouth away, smiling at your whine. A trail of saliva connects your lips still as he hovers just an inch above you. “You okay?”

Bright blue eyes hooded with desire search yours. He’s gorgeous like this - he’s always gorgeous - but there’s something special when his hair is messy, his face is flushed, and his eyes sparkle darkly as his gaze rakes up and down your body.

“Perfect,” you whisper in reply.

He smiles, bright and wide. Genuine. “That’s my good girl.”

You almost purr. Usually you’re the one in charge because Holden gets tongue tied constantly, never knowing how to dirty talk or what to say. This is a surprising but welcome change. He must’ve done some research before tonight.

“You ready?” He asks against your lips.

It’s just then that you take notice of him, hard and aching against your thigh. He hasn’t taken off any of his clothes, his pants still hugging him tight, only unzipped in the front to free his aching cock.

“You’re not taking off your clothes?” You ask, chuckling.

“If I take them off, they’re not coming back on and we’re not leaving this room.”

“Mm, although that sounds so nice.” His lips kiss down your chest, pulling the top of your dress underneath your breasts so they spill out for him to attack with his mouth.

“Fuck me, Holden,” you demand as he sucks a nipple between his lips.

“Absolutely.”

His cock is hot as it presses against your entrance. Holden’s mouth drops into an ‘O’, brows furrowed in a delicious way that makes him look like a featured adult star when he guides it through your folds, gathering your wetness on the tip.

He presses in, slow and steady, a long moan escaping his throat. “Oh fuck,” he groans, leaning down to leave open-mouthed, wet kisses on your tits. His tongue licks a stripe across your nipple when he bottoms out.

You can’t help but grasp him by his shirt and pull him impossibly closer. You’re enveloped by his scent, a pine and sandalwood cologne.

He starts to thrust, unhurried, but with a punch that hits your deepest parts and has you wrapping your legs around his waist.

His hands wander all along your skin. Trailing down your thighs, over your breasts, down your arms. It’s gentle how he tucks your hair out of your face and flattens the fabric of your dress as he fucks you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance to.

You both know he won’t last long. Not when you look like that, all laid out, hair cascading behind you, skin glowing, dress crumpled around you, eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

His fingers trail ghost-like touches down your stomach before his knuckles tease up your folds as they caress his cock. His thumb starts making the tiniest and softest little circles over your clit, the pressure practically invisible. You arch into his touch, silently begging for more.

The vein on the underside of his cock is ridging against your walls every time he slides into you. He fully leans over you, melding your mouths together as his fingers finally start to press against your clit with some much needed pressure.

The sounds of slapping wet skin and joined moans mixes with the party music and laughing crowd. Nobody’s even noticed that you two left your own birthday party and Holden’s currently rearranging your insides upstairs.

You feel that high start to hit when Holden gets desperate. His thrusts become sloppy, but somehow that’s even hotter. How this usually completely composed FBI agent becomes such a moaning mess whenever his cock is inside you.

“Cum for me,” you whisper against his lips. “I know you’re close.”

He takes that as a challenge apparently. “You first.”

His thumb moves faster on your clit. He forces his eyes open to watch your mouth fall open in a whining moan.

“Come on, darling. Come on,” he urges and almost on cue, you fall apart for him.

Your cunt squeezes around his cock, and he moans so loud that you’re sure it traveled down the stairs. “Fuck,” he groans as his hips stutter and he spills inside of you.

He throws his head back as he cums and drops it to your neck as he comes down, his thrusts slowing to a stop.

Your hand massages the sweaty nape of his neck.

but i just wanna say thank you for all you’ve done for the sub peter parker community and to say keep it up soldier.

🫡🫡🫡🫡 thank you

🍏 (hopefully)

Of course 🍏

pleaseee

(also can i take an emoji pls ive been on ur blog before :))

Absolutely you can take an emoji anon!

One horny motherfucker. The horniest actually. He has such a high libido, you’re sure it’s from all his years of being a virgin. He’s so pent up that every second of free time he gets, he’s sidled up to you, eyes gleaming dangerously

Holden can and will fuck anywhere. He fucked you in the back of the car that the FBI so kindly let them borrow for road school. He also fucked you in the front of it. When Bill leaves to buy smokes, and you two are left alone in the motel room, Holden takes every advantage. He’s on you immediately, pushing you down on the bed, bending you over the sink, pressing you against the wall.

You do things that exacerbate his horny for sure. He always blames it on you. “I’m like this because of you.” His number one turn on is you touching his hair. You could just be fixing it before an interview and he’s biting his lips and staring at yours. “Behave. You’re about to interview a serial killer.” “I can’t help it. It’s your fault.” It’s the same thing with his damn tie. You’ll fix it for him, and he’s just imagining you pulling him around by it.

Will just say horny thoughts out of absolutely nowhere. You’ll be watching a movie and he’s just “you know, you should wear your thigh high boots tonight.” “We’re not going out, though.” “I know.” Or “I was thinking about us trying a new toy” over breakfast and you choke on your cereal. “Holden! Jesus!” “What? 👁️👁️”

Wants to try everything at least once. He uses the excuse of “it’ll help me in my work if I know about different sexual experiences” but really he’s just a lil freak. He wants to be degraded. He wants to be in charge. He wants you to throw him onto his knees and do whatever you want with him. And then he wants to turn around and do the same to you.

In this same vein, wants to try roleplay with his handcuffs so badly. In his fantasy dream, he would fuck you against the interview table at any random prison, but obviously that’s not how that works. So he’ll settle for fucking you in the back of the car or in the basement at work when everyone’s left for the day.

Needs your praise and adoration but also wants a fair share of the degradation. He wants the “you’re so good baby. Such a good whore. That’s all you’re good for, pleasing me” type vibe.

Wants you to hit him. Spank him. Choke him. Slap him. Shove your fingers in his mouth and gag him. He wants it to hurt and then beg for more. He wants to see the bruises and markings the next morning and get horny all over again.

When it comes to you, however, he’s a little more timid. He’ll spank you if you want, choke you a little, but hitting you is off limits for him. “I don’t get hard from cracking you across the face!” “You do when I do it.” “… that’s different.”

If you wear any kind of lingerie for him, he’s obsessed. Red-faced, stuttering, hands not knowing where to sit. He’s staring at you, in complete disbelief that you’re this gorgeous and that this is all for him.

He almost too scared to take the lingerie off of you, scared it’ll rip. He knows it’s expensive and that you spent your hard-earned money on it. A lot of times, he’ll keep it on you and just work around it. BUT, if he’s the one buying you the lingerie? Babe, that is getting RIPPED OFF. He doesn’t give a fuck. He’s got a smirk plastered on his face, saying, “I’ll buy you more. Don’t worry.”

Can you tell me where you got all those couple photos used in your fics of Peter Parker? If possible, about them maybe? I like to annoy my friend with them alongside somewhat context.

On the sidenote, if you are taking requests, can you do an angsty-fluffy fic where the bi!fem!reader was Peter's girlfriend who forgot him after NWH and when he meet them, he realise her and MJ are dating or close- your choice. Also, you can decide the ending whether she would stay with MJ or want to try (again) with Peter.

I really like your stories so much, my mind can't come up with enough depth.

Hi anon! For the question, I get them off of Pinterest! For the more intimate ones, I search intimacy aesthetic and see what comes up - if you put aesthetic on anything you get some really cool pics!

Raised a gentleman first and foremost. This means opening the car door for you, holding your purse if you need, pulling out your chair at a restaurant, holding your heels after a night out, etc.

He’s a momma’s boy - calls her almost every day to catch up. Doesn’t talk about what he’s doing at work though, knows it’ll scare her. Really he talks about you and what you’ve been up to lately. His mom adores you.

Has trouble staying asleep at night. He goes to bed early but he always ends up waking up at two or three in the morning because of restlessness. You’ll wake up a lot to him out of bed, scouring the kitchen for a snack or doing some mindless chore.

Seeks you out when he feels a panic attack coming on. You’re the only one who can really calm him down. He feels your touch on his skin, your hands on his face, prompting him to look at you and breathe, and he feels grounded again. He jokes that he doesn’t even need the medicine - just you.

Loves to watch movies with you. It helps calm him down after a long day and he loves when you’re draped over him, under a blanket, eyes slowly drifting shut as your head leans against his chest

He’s a forehead kisser. He’ll pass by you in the kitchen or leaving to work and he presses a quick and gentle forehead kiss to your temple.

He’s not a good cook. He tries, bless him, but he usually fails. When he says he’s going to try to cook dinner, you know that you’ll be eating takeout instead

He loves to read in his spare time and gets excited to share what new thing he’s learned - he talked your ear off for two hours about space after he read Carl Sagan’s Cosmos.

He’s socially awkward, but you’re the only person who can bring him out of his shell in public. You’ll be at dinner with friends and usually he’s so quiet and reserved, terrified to say something inappropriate and make your friends hate him, but you’re laughing and playfully nudging him, and you ease him like a warm liquor in his gut. He starts making little jokes and slowly but surely, he starts to make friends.

Runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly when he’s reading, watching something, or just scrolling on his phone

The most helpful boyfriend you’ll ever have. You need help straightening the back of your hair? He’s got it. You want advice on a family drama issue? He’s seated and listening intently. You want a shoulder to cry on? He’s wrapping you up in his arms and letting you know he’s there.

He likes a nose nuzzle, much to everyone’s teasing disgust. He’ll lean his forehead against yours and gently nudge the tip of his nose against yours. It makes people around groan through a knowing smirk.

Touchy. Holden doesn’t have much of a knowledge of personal space and it’s only exacerbated with you. He’ll wrap his arms around you from behind and pull you into him. He’ll reach for your hand while driving. He’ll sit shoulder to shoulder with you at the bar. He can’t help it - he feels safest when he’s as close to you as possible

Very protective because of his line of work. The way these killers talk about women and how they pick them… Holden has nightmares about you being the next victim too much.

Wants to get married to you so bad. He’s one of those that decides after three dates that you’re the one he wants to marry. He’s always wanted to be a good husband.

(Lil blurb fic for yall)

“You’re such a Boy Scout,” you tease from your spot crouched on the kitchen island.

Holden’s leaning against the sink, telling you about his day as he cradles a glass of water against his chest underneath crossed arms. He’d just been sharing his recent interviews with Ed Kemper, where he had to fake a story about his sex life to seem more… experienced.

“Excuse me?” He scoffs, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes scan over your body as you sit cross-legged on top of the marble counter. Your legs are bare underneath your shorts, and he hasn’t stopped staring.

“Just the fact that you have to make up stories about your sex life,” you chuckle. “You didn’t fuck at all in college?”

“I did!”

“Like once? Holden, how have you never eaten a girl out before?”

“It just… never came up.” Now he seems nervous, looking down at his feet.

“That poor girl…”

“Well, that’s mean,” he scoffs, taking a step forward to stand directly in front of you. His hands rest on the countertop. “She had a good time.”

“Did she? Or did she just make the noises?”

“I… no, I don’t think she did.”

“Holden… you can’t tell can you?”

“… I’m sure I could tell the difference.”

You burst out laughing, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his t-shirt. He shook his head, in sheer disbelief that he’s being teased this hard about his sexual inexperience.

“How did you not get girls all the time? You got the badge!” You look up at him.

He flounders for a moment. “I- I don’t know. I’m not very social if you can’t tell.”

“How did you get me?” You ask, genuinely curious, remembering the moment you introduced yourself to him at the FBI Headquarters.

“We spent 50 hours a week together… I think we were destined to be stuck together.”

“Wow, how romantic.”

“This is why I’m inexperienced,” he adds.

“So, wait, you’ve just always had just regular vanilla sex? Nothing fun?”

“Vanilla sex is still fun,” he tries to argue.

“You’re like a puritan. If I even mentioned the thought of doing something kinky, you’d explode.”

“I can be kinky,” he responds quickly, with determination.

You lean back, taking him in. He seems serious, and you can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Really? Why do I doubt that?”

“Just because I haven’t done it doesn’t mean I don’t know about it.”

“And what exactly do you know about, Agent Ford?”

It’s all a flurry that leads you to this. Face down on the bed, completely naked except for Holden’s tie expertly tied around your wrists, keeping your hands behind your back. His soft hands are roughly pulling your legs apart to further delve his face into your cunt.

All you can hear are the sounds of Holden slurping up your juices through hungry moans behind you. You try to move your wrists, and the ties are so tight, you can’t even turn them an inch.

“Stop,” Holden chastises from between your legs. “Or I’ll tie your legs up too.”

“How do you even know how to do this?” You rasped, muffled by the sheets under your mouth.

Fics

I Can Be Kinky (18+)

At the Party (18+)

Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet (18+)

Relationship Headcanons

More NSFW Headcanons (18+)

Shopping with Holden

Thoughts

Thinking about how every night after Holden comes back from work, he’s desperate to tell you what he learned from his interviews, both because he’s fascinated but also because he’s become obsessed with learning what not to do.

For instance, when he was speaking with Kemper, the way he talked about women was… disturbing to say the least. So he comes home, tells you what he learned, being careful not to make it too real for you, and you both talk about how not to make those thoughts infiltrate Holden’s mind. It’s easy for those thoughts to take shape when you hear them every day. They can root down and grow into weeds that shadow over humanity and morals. Holden and you make sure you’re proactive in keeping those weeds pulled out of the ground.

He just can’t stand the idea that he too could have the same thoughts as his interviewees. His job is to toe the line, but he’d rather get fired than let it consume him so badly that it ruins his view of the world, of his relationship.

If he has to play a part in an interview, he makes up a fake girlfriend so that your mental image is safe in his mind. If he heard any of these serial killers talk about you… he’d lose it.

For my Holden peeps because I just started Mindhunter again and I wanna eat that (btw ALL of my Holden fics are present AU because ya girl doesn’t know SHIT about the 70’s - Holden has a smartphone - sue me)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first, he has absolutely no idea what to do. He always thought aftercare was just grab a Gatorade and take a five. Although he hasn’t had much experience in that department in his actual life. So, you’ll have to teach him what good aftercare actually is. Remind him that aftercare is about checking in with your partner and not just turning around and going to sleep.

But once you teach him (which can be frustrating because he either asks too many questions or tries to be defensive), he’s a pro. One of Holden’s traits is that he hyperfixates on order so after sex he has a checklist he goes over (1. Water 2. Clean up 3. Snack 4. Cuddle and Talk 5. Bed)

He’s very sweet after sex though. That’s when his guards are completely down. Work doesn’t seep through to him. It’s just you and him. He can be lazy and loving and gentle. He’s handsy even after sex. Running fingers through your hair. Ghosting touches on your thighs. Reminding you to take sips of your water. Cracking smart little jokes. It’s when Holden’s the most Holden.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Holden would be narcissistic to say his mind, but he’s on a streak lately so he’ll say that. He remembers everything about you, even though he doesn’t show it all the time. He knows exactly where you like to be touched, the pressure you like, how fast you want him to fuck you.

On you, he’s absolutely a thigh guy. Just constantly grabbing at your thighs, kissing your thighs, spreading your thighs to devour between your legs. He’s also a tit guy, but he would rather die than admit that because he thinks it makes him “a douchebag”. Just stares whenever you’re wearing a low cut or tight top.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There’s something so incredibly intoxicating about coming inside you. He can’t tell if that’s his possessive streak, or something innately more animalistic that he picked up from all those interviews but every time he’s fucking you, he’s begging to finish inside.

Another lil headcanon but I think Holden keeps track of how many times you finish a night and has a challenge with himself to always try and beat it or make it better than the last each night.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He takes the kinks mentioned from his serial killer interviews and wants to try them with you. It’s half curiosity to see what gets people so excited but it’s also to prove to himself that he can do those same things and not become crazy. After Jerry Brudos, Holden asked you to wear high heels or thigh high boots (diverging from canon here but bear with me) Kinks like bondage, wax, basically most BDSM kinks are something he’s down to try because every time he hears someone mention them, he gets interested.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

According to Holden, you’re the first girl he’s ever “dated dated” so yes, he’s quite inexperienced. He’s had like two hookups before (that didn’t go well), so he doesn’t consider himself to have great sexual knowledge. So, you’ll have to teach him everything you know, but that’s always fun in my opinion 🤭

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Completely depends on Holden’s mood. Most times, he wants to see your face and wants you to be close as possible so positions like missionary and face off are preferable but on days when the work is just so much and he’s so overwhelmed and just wants a break, he’s pushing you into the bed and fucking you hard in doggy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Holden’s definitely trying as hard as he can to be serious. Sex is a big deal to him - he wants you to be comfortable and safe. So he really doesn’t crack jokes until both you and him are super comfortable with each other. You’ll have to break him by making little quips between positions.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Have you seen how obsessed he is with his hair?

He’s shaved, very nicely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Struggles with this at the beginning. Again, very new to dating and sex and all of it. But over time, he begins to melt into sex. Full of kisses and sweet words and gentle touches. Like I said earlier, this is when you get to see the real Holden.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

During road school, this happens all the time. He’ll lock the door to the hotel room when Bill’s by the pool smoking and become a moaning mess. Bonus points if he calls you and finishes on the phone with you. Bonus bonus points if he takes a video and sends it to you (Holden has a smartphone in my present au - fight me)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ohhhh this is one freaky motherfucker. He wants to try everything. But here’s some that he really really wants to try

1. Pegging

2. You being dominant (pls choke him)

3. Breath play

4. Bondage

5. Wax

6. Sensory deprivation

7. Role play

Holden is always always into praise. He has a praise kink one million percent. He just wants to be told that he’s doing a good job at all times.

Likes when you’re just a lil mean to him. Make him whine and beg and maybe cry. Overstimulate the fuck out of him. Make him work for it.

He’ll honestly do whatever it takes to please you. He’s such a people pleaser as is, but when it comes to you, he absolutely melts. One look at you and he’s on his knees ready for whatever you want to tell him to do.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Holden likes to get cocky so I think he would absolutely try to fuck in a public place if he could get away with it.

At home, he loves to fuck in the bathroom, after a shower, steam on the mirror, you bent over the sink

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You being confident. Holden’s always had issues being perceived as anything except awkward. So when he sees you living your best life, being yourself, confident and sexy, it thrills him.

You in heels or thigh highs. Holden is the epitome of “step on me mommy” energy and you can’t tell me otherwise.

When you’re being exceptionally smart. Holden gets really turned on by you when you’re giving some deep philosophical insight to one of his cases and he just lunges forward and kisses you out of nowhere, mid sentence.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not cool with hurting you. To him, that absolutely crosses the line. It reminds him way too much of the serial killers he interviews where they derive pleasure from pain. You can slap him, choke him, spank him (and he loves it), but when it comes to you, he’s absolutely no go.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

You cannot convince me that this man doesn’t devote his life to eating pussy. As soon as you show him how to do it, he’s addicted. You walk in the door and he’s already on his knees. His damn stubbornness and determination has him skilled enough to make you see stars every time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think Holden wants to be slow and sensual and then he just absolutely loses control once he’s fully inside of you. You’re just so warm and he knows he won’t last long, so he just starts plowing into you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Due to his ridiculous job hours, quickies are a necessity. It’s not either of your preferences but Holden can still get you there in quick time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Almost too risky. He’ll do things that will have you just 👁️👄👁️ like when you’re in a restaurant and his hand goes between your thighs just out of nowhere. Or you’re in a bar and he’s just pressed up right on your back and you can literally feel him slowly grinding (thank god it’s dark in there)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You’re gonna have to teach Holden how to last. You’re just gonna have to. He finishes so fast because the poor boy is just overwhelmed by it all. But once you teach him some discipline, he’s good to go for a couple rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Holden absolutely owns toys when you meet him but he’s super embarrassed about it and doesn’t really know how to use them correctly. After you two get together, you teach him how many different ones there are and it’s like his eyes are finally opened

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The king of teasing. He’s such a little brat when he wants to be. Will have you whining for so long while he just sits above you with a smirk, cooing “oh come on, it’s not so bad”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Based on the show 👁️👁️, he’s a lil loud and I love that for him. Grunting, moaning, whining, whimpering, you name it, he does it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Very much a switch. Can be extremely submissive and can also be a soft! Dominant. I don’t see him being a harsh dominant at all because that may remind him too much of some very not great people he works with.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Little larger than average size, larger than average girth (firm believer that nerds have big dicks). Just larger than average all around and you make jokes about it all the time (he’s always red faced)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s a freak. A horny freak. This man wants to fuck at least every day, usually multiple times a day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

(A lil smut for ya featuring my two fave boys - I just know their relationship is fun and teasing as hell 🤭)

You’re trapped against Markus, back to his strong chest. His arms tighten around your waist as he mouths along your jawline with the pressure of a whisper. He’s so soft, so gentle, treats you like his queen. You’re overwhelmed with the scent of pine, a staple of the cologne he wears. He’s still clothed, a frustrating figure to add to the predicament, but the rough textures of his jeans and shirt only add to the fire on your naked skin.

You couldn’t escape him even if you tried. But if somehow someway you succeeded, you’d never get past Connor. Connor, who’s kneeling in front of you on the bed, caging you between himself and Markus, is always looking, always analyzing. He was created to be an android detective, and he owns up to the job even outside of work hours. So he knows every single time you’re about to squirm, about to moan, about to arch, about to beg. And he’s ready for it.

Tonight Connor’s feeling particularly mean. The roles of all of you together seem to switch daily like the ever changing Michigan weather, but tonight, Connor’s delving deep into his investigation tactics just to push you closer and closer to madness.

You’re writhing against Markus as he does his best to ease Connor’s incessant teasing. He can’t help but take mercy on you when you’re like this. Markus would rather permanently switch off than see you upset or hurt, and being constantly edged is now added to the list. His caregiver skills kick in. He’s whispering sweet words into your ears, ghosting touches over your hips and waist, a promise that you’ll get what you want soon.

“You’re being too mean, Connor” Markus chides in a melodic, almost teasing tone, as Connor’s fingers stop expertly moving inside you yet again. You whine and throw your head back against Markus.

“I think you’re being too kind,” he responded. “You’d rather just give in and give her what she wants.”

“She can only take so much,” he reminds Connor.

You can practically hear Connor’s smirk. “She can take much more.”

There’s the sound of rustling bed sheets. Markus turns your head to seal his lips against yours gently. You curse Connor’s being an android because you can’t even feel his breath on your thighs before his tongue delves into your cunt.

You yelp against Markus’s lips. He can’t help but chuckle against you. Even though he somewhat disagrees with Connor’s methods, he enjoys the consequences it gives.

And god, Connor knows just how to push you. It’s unfair the skills he was given by Cyberlife. Too many to count. But you’re sure they didn’t equip him with amazing pussy eating protocol. No, he picked that up on his own. And like everything Connor does, he’s fucking perfect at it.

His tongue presses against your walls before he sucks your clit into his mouth with enough pressure to have you arching against Markus. You clamp your thighs around Connor’s head, and Markus, the veiled sadist he is, reaches his hand down to pull them apart.

You whine and he coos in your ear, “shh, shh, shh, it’s okay. Just let him work. You look so pretty like this. So gorgeous.”

It’s torture. The way Connor flicks his tongue against your clit, bringing you so close to the edge before pulling away at the exact moment and leaving you desperate. The way he’s doing it, making out with your cunt, seems like it’s all for his enjoyment. He’s moaning against your pussy, licking up every drop that falls, diving in like a starving man and never once letting you finish.

You can’t take it anymore. You succumb to what Connor wants. Begging.

“Please,” you rasp out. “Please.”

Connor stops what he’s doing, perks up like a dog being handed a treat. He smiles against your cunt.

“You gonna be nice now that you got what you wanted?” Markus goads Connor.

“You say that like you’re unable to help.”

“You won’t let me,” he raises an eyebrow, a challenge to Connor.

“You think you could do better? Go ahead.”

The one thing Connor likes is a challenge. Maybe this is Markus’s way of helping you. Or helping himself. Either way, you breathe a sigh of relief as Connor licks a stripe up your cunt and moans loudly at the taste.

Markus scoffs, a smile playing on his lips. “You’re a pain.”

Connor looks up between your legs, meets Markus’s eyes and winks.

That’s it. Markus drifts his hand down your body, grazing soft skin all the way down, leaving a buzz of heat behind. It has you whimpering in his arms.

Finally, he reaches where you want him most. Where Connor’s already ravishing you. Markus’s fingers tease your clit as Connor’s tongue strokes inside of you. Markus is still holding your legs open, wide enough for the two of them to work.

Now, it’s a competition as to how fast they can make you cum.

And it doesn’t take long with how Connor’s tongue is expertly teasing your cunt, with how Markus’s fingers pinch and play with your clit. Your head falls back against Markus’s chest and he takes the initiative to kiss down your neck, sucking and leaving marks. Somewhere in there, Connor looks up and Markus serves him with a wink of his own, lips attached to your neck.

You don’t even notice because you’re right there again and this time, neither man pulls away. Instead they press on, right at the perfect pressure.

“You can do it baby,” Markus whispers in your ear. “You have permission. You can cum. Right against Connor’s face.”

Connor moans at that last part, hands grasping at your thighs to pull you impossibly closer to him.

“I’m gonna, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you babble as you grind against Connor’s face, finally at your high.

“You got it, you got it,” Markus talks you through. “Fuck Connor’s face. He’s got you too. We’ve both got you.”

Markus reaches one hand up to tweak your nipple as you come down. You mewl at the sensitivity. Meanwhile, Connor’s still between your legs, licking lazily, almost sleepily.

“Connor’s drunk on your pussy” Markus chuckles, nuzzling against your temple. “Can’t say I blame him.”

Markus reaches down and cards his fingers through Connor’s hair. Brown doe eyes gaze up. “You okay down there?” He jokes.

Connor vibrates an “mmhmm,” through your cunt and you tweak your hips against his face.

“You wanna come join us up here? Or no?”

Connor reluctantly pulls away and leaves you to rest for a moment. He kisses up your bare body, latching onto a nipple and biting gently. You yelp, still overly sensitive.

“Hey,” Markus pulls Connor back by his hair. “Let her rest. There’s a lot of time for that.”

Connor rolls his eyes playfully, continuing to kiss up your chest and then up your neck to your lips where he seals it with a passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue as it probes over your teeth and presses to the back of your throat. You whine against his mouth just as he pulls away, a line of saliva attaching the two of you.

“You did very good,” Connor sweetly admits, his soft self coming through.

“So did you,” he teases, kissing Markus over your shoulder.

The two androids take in your exhausted body. Markus brushes his fingers through your hair. Connor’s hands rub up and down your thigh.

“You wanna start the shower?” Markus asks Connor, who nods.

“I was going to offer round two, but I doubt she’d be able to stand.”

Intimacy and Tension Headcanons with Connor and Markus

Connor and Markus’s Favorite Things about Being with a Human SO

The longest title ever has been made today - it’s giving fall out boy. I wrote this as a Markus x reader x Connor, so they’re all together in this because I want both 🫶🏻

They adore your the warmth of your skin. Their synthetic skin doesn’t naturally produce heat obviously so when they cuddle up next to you, they immediately both nuzzle into your sweet warmth.

Waking up next to you is Markus’s favorite time of day. There’s something so domestic and soft about you slowly waking up - rubbing your eyes, stretching your limbs and making those groans that say “I’m awake but I’m not happy about it.”

Falling asleep next to you is Connor’s favorite! Seeing your eyelids slowly drop as you lean back on the couch, sleep crawling closer and closer to you. He’ll happily wrap a blanket around you before picking you up and tucking you into bed where he’ll crawl in beside you.

They love the way your eyes or nose crinkle when you laugh

They can’t eat but they do love watching you eat (bonus points if they make it). They almost live vicariously through you and what you like to eat since they can’t experience it

Here’s a list of little human quirks that makes the boys fall even more in love with you:

When you walk into a room and forget what you’re doing there

The driver wave you do when someone lets you merge on the highway

Turning down the music when you parallel park to focus more

Covering your face when you’re embarrassed

When you laugh so hard no sound comes out / when you laugh so hard that you flail

Rehearsing important conversations out loud

Reread a section of a book because you zoned out

Pacing on a long phone call

Bite your lips

The team captains of teasing are here 🫡

Connor

Pulling Connor in by his tie when you’re teasing him. Wrapping the fabric around your hand and tugging him closer until he’s chest to chest, brown doe eyes looking down at you with both surprise and anticipation as a slight smirk pulls at his lips

You’ll lean in for a kiss and Connor’s the type to hover just in front of your lips, smiling smugly. You’ll try to lean forward and he’ll pull away. It’s a constant back and forth tug of war that has him chuckling and you pouting.

When he’s feeling in a cheeky mood, he’ll nip the tip of your nose or your shoulder. He smirks when you yelp and blush

The master of playing innocent when that’s absolutely the last thing on his mind. Will brush his hand over your backside and when your eyes widen, he just goes, “Apologies. I won’t do that again. It was an accident.” Meanwhile he’s got that shit eating grin on his face. Keeps going with a “you didn’t enjoy that did you?”

The type to back you up into a wall when things are getting spicy and cage you in with his arms (bonus points if he leaves his arms at his side or puts them behind his back because his intimidating persona can be enough to keep you in line)

Very deliberate with his touches. He’ll plant his hands on your hips firmly, almost possessively, to make a point to himself and others that only he can touch you like that

Markus

Markus is absolutely the type to undo your shoes after a long day, unstrapping your heels or unlacing your boots. He’s also the type to tie them for you before you leave. He’ll give you a gentle “mm-mm, no” when you reach to do it yourself before he bends down and places your foot on his thigh, shoe already in hand

While Connor is deliberate with his, Ghosting touches are Markus’ bread and butter. He takes good care to leave whispers of touches along your hips or on the curve of your back or on the back of your neck when he gently moves your hair out of the way. Does the same when it comes to your face - pushing the hair out of your eyes, caresses your cheek, nuzzling his nose against yours. It feels unimaginable that someone with so much power and strength is capable of such soft touches

Loves highly specific flirting because of how red it gets you. “The way your eyes sparkle is truly remarkable.” “You’re like living art, the way you move.” “I love how your nose crinkles when you laugh.” Knows he’s a smooth talker

Markus is always looking, too. He can’t stop from constantly staring at you, because he’s just so completely in love with you. You’ll be doing something and you look up and he’s just 😳

Loves a good playful competition banter. Reminds me of when Carl and him play chess. He loves a little teasing when having a competition

Always wants to hold your hand. Markus is a very touchy and PDA heavy lover, so if you’re anywhere, your hand is most likely in his