Could I request NSFW headcannon for Jacques? Thank you :)
i’m not even gonna lie, i wasn’t COMPLETELY sold on Jacques at first, but fell while writing this😭🙏 he’s so silly i love him
Jacques Pierrot NSFW Headcanons
warnings; nsfw/18+, rough sex, some soft sex, marking, biting, manhandling, knife play, dub con? not really (it’s consensual), IM STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TF HE TALKS😭😭
Jacques isn’t one to be on the bottom or submissive, he likes being on top and he likes being as dominant as he naturally is; however, he doesn’t mind occasionally switching… If you earn it! By which, of course, means begging before eventually
Marks are big with him! As in, he’ll give you really big marks - anything from scratches, bites, hickeys, and bruises in places that you’ll feel for days, but he also really likes being marked up when you’re fighting back against him. Jacques will often nibble, if not full-on biting, at your neck and shoulders, especially in positions where he’s facing you (like missionary, etc.)
The pirate lets out a loud, angered hiss as your jaw snaps shut around the gloved hand over your mouth, glaring up at you with a mix of arousal and challenge, “Ye fucking ass-” he rambles, but makes no move to actually remove his hand from your mouth. In fact, he pushes his hand further into you before sheathing his dick fully inside of you. The sudden movement makes you gasp, giving him the opportunity to grip your face to make you face him properly, watching with glee as you sputter. Your teeth and lips feel addictively numb from how hard you were biting, spit pooling out and down your chin.
Filthy, filthy dirty talk is common for him - it may be oddly poetic, or he may use words you’ve never even heard of before, but you can understand what he means… Probably, but it’s hard not to when he’s looking at you, flushed and sweating, an infinitely bold smirk on his face as he presses inside you enough to make you believe he may actually be trying to impale you from the inside.
“Aye, darling-” His raspy voice calls out, biting his lip while he watches you, “Tha’s right, girly, you’ll exhaust yourself before you manage to deter me.” Jacques doesn’t quite look intimidating, but he certainly looks like he’s about to devour you whole, and his presence is strong - yet you don’t feel the want to scramble away at all - no, you want more. He’s already sunk deep inside, on top of you with one leg hooked over his broad shoulder. The position makes you feel like a trapped animal, and like one, the only thing you can do is plead for any kind of mercy. However, you know Jacques, as well-spoken as he is, doesn’t often have ‘mercy’ in his vocabulary.
He tends to, obviously, be rough, but he honestly melts a little when you two have softer sex. Although his “melting” is more like a volcano bursting - He’ll be completely red while you kiss up and down his body, and’ll likely avoid making actual eye contact with you.
Jacques tenses as you kiss down his neck, hardly pulling away from him before moving down - hardly peppering him, and more smothering. It’s not that he isn’t used to this by now, and yet every time you do it, it makes his heart race like it does when on a great adventure. Except, this time, the danger he tends to long for isn’t an enemy and is, instead, his dear, dear lover and their dangerous tongue tying knots in his stomach and throat. He never seems to get used to it, regardless of how many times exactly that you may manage to catch him off guard and straddle him. It’s truly a sight to behold as you press both of your hands against his chest, sliding down further, shuffling your knees as you kiss down his collarbones, chest, his stomach, and all the way down his happy trail. He may think it’s ridiculous when you coo sweetly, calling him handsome (although he blushes and grumbles, unable to muster a proper response at the unexpected words directed towards him - nor does he feel prepared for the way you look at him as if he’d just sailed the world x3 around just for you).
Obviously, he’s strong, and so manhandling you at times is a common occurrence - funnily, though predictably, he doesn’t care about being given the same treatment. Jacques will happily maneuver your body, climbing over and bending you in half, holding your arms behind your back, or pressing you in a sort of mating press. In either case, you’ll feel every moment of his cock fucking into you at such a pace that it pops out occasionally, and he’ll quickly grab his shaft, angling and shoving back inside with a growl and a grumble that seems to vibrate in your ears. It’s harsh, quick, and animalistic, and mind-numbingly good. Even while you’re sweating and flushed, mouth open, Jacques doesn’t bother to pause, one hand coming up to grip the base of your hair and the other pinning one of your legs against the mattress, leaving you completely open for him.
Jacques has the (not-so) SLIGHTEST bit of a knife kink - or, really, a weapons kink! He likes to hold his signature dagger or sword to your neck, void of any actual desire to hurt you (at least, not lethally…) He loves to be on top, fucking you while dragging the flat of the blade against your skin. He never goes as far as to actually scar you, but your skin’ll tingle like fire as you wait in anticipation for him to impale you… On his cock!
The captain’ll hold you down against the ships floor, snapping at you verbally in a way that has your panties flooding, a strong arm on your chest to keep you down at first before being lifted up. At first, you think you have the tiniest bit of wiggle room, but your minor escape attempt is shot down by the feeling of something cold against your neck - the flat of a fucking knife. Jacques gives a grin, cocky and very pleased, “You really thought a seasoned Captain like meself would allow you ‘n opening? Ha!” With his newly free hand, he unbuckles his belt, careful to not knick your skin, while also keeping the knife steady.
Jacques isn’t exactly a hardcore masochist, although he’s unafraid of feeling pain, so if you manage to catch him off guard, getting the best of him? Jacques gives the dirtiest, hungriest look, biting his mouth shut as you push his weapon to his side. He recognizes that the motion is clumsy, but the can make it even more dangerous - and it just turns him off more! He’s unafraid of pain, so rub his bulge through the fabric of his pants and watch him hiss and groan out threats as you press the tip against him. Hell, tear off his clothes that way! He may call you all sorts of names, but at least it can wait until after you cum?
if he’s a character you’re open to writing, something about a flustered Cpt. Jacques would be so epic :p
mentions of beau’s storyline, not sure if that counts as spoilers! he’s so easy to rage bait lmao… no smut in this one just a kiss! :)
“Hold still—your hat’s crooked,” you say, adjusting Jacques’ hat with both hands.
“I am holding still,” Jacques grumbles, glaring up at you. “It’s the wind. Or-or something equally out of my control.”
You giggle, stepping in closer. “Uh-huh. Definitely not from you losing it because Beau tried to take the Secret Sword,” you add, a bit dramatically.
“I was defending my honor, my most prized possession,” he says in an obvious tone, like you should’ve known this already.
“Besides, I don’t recall asking for your commentary,” he adds with a huff.
“And yet, here I am,” you reply cheerfully, brushing the brim of his hat back into place and smoothing his messy hair beneath it. He mutters something under his breath—possibly a threat, possibly a curse—but doesn’t move away. His cheeks are already betraying him, blooming red beneath the shadow of his hat.
“You know…” you pause, letting your fingers linger at the edge of his jaw, “you look kind of sweet when you’re annoyed.”
Jacques stiffens.
“Sweet?” he echoes slowly, like he can’t believe your words. “Sweet, me?!”
You nod innocently. “Mhm. Almost charming.”
A beat of silence.
“I should throw you into the sea!” He snaps, voice rising like he’s already halfway through the dramatic toss.
“We’re not near a sea…” you respond, blinking.
“Give me five minutes and a shovel—I’ll make one,” he snaps, voice sharp but a little too high.
You laugh, and before he can retreat into another rant, you lean down and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, your fingers still tucked under the curve of his jaw.
He goes still—utterly quiet. Just standing there, stunned, a soft breath caught in his throat. His eyes search yours like he’s not entirely sure that just happened.
When you pull back, he’s staring at you with wide eyes, expression somewhere between offended and mesmerized.
“…You kissed me,” he says finally, voice quiet.
“I did,” you say.
He lifts his chin, face burning red. “W-Well. Next time, warn me.”
You smile sweetly. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Jacques turns on his heel in a huff, cheeks still flushed. “Infuriating,” he mutters—but his fingers drift up to his lips, and stay there.
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It had been achingly lustful to listen to Hector’s erotica reading. He saw how your cheeks flushed when he glanced up from his book, he saw how you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He was… turning you on. Oh god, he thought he would never see the day! He was so- so hideously disgusting, a freak. Yet you squirmed in delight at hearing his voice through the vent. Granted, it was the voice he put on for you, slightly more dark and gravelly. After all, he noticed how you seemed to like talking to Dorian.
He hated how you flitted and flirted with everyone else in the house. Hector saw it all- how you bounced and whimpered on Koa’s lap as he let you ride him with your moans mixing with his, how carefully and strong Daisuke fingered you open, those quickies in the shower with Johnny? As much as Hector hated seeing you with the other objects, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
His heart dropped when you entered the attic, though. Your eyes flickered to him- but all you saw was the HVAC. He thanked every god that he knew of that he was still in the vents when you decided to look his way. All you saw was the actual air conditioning unit. Instead of you going to him though, you turned your back promptly and focused on Parker.
Hector had never felt such a burning sense of jealousy. You seemed to flirt with him especially hard. You seemed to revel in the way Parker squirmed and blushed under your actions and honeyed words. The next day you came back to Parker(completely forgetting to talk to him, by the way!!! But of course, Hector forgave you. He always forgave you. After all, you were a perfection incarnate.)
You stripped down to your underwear in front of Parker. Hector saw you do it. He saw how you basically performed a strip tease for that bunch of board games not 4 feet away from himself. When you coaxed Parker to do the same, Hector bit his lip in jealousy as you praised his body. Is that the type of man you liked? Lanky, lithe, and neurotic? Well, Hector was certainly neurotic to a degree, but not at all lanky or lithe. Hector blinked away a welling of tears as he was suddenly very aware of how he looked. Of course you would think he was hideous if you saw him.
Parker asked if you were staring at his nipples. You responded that you couldn’t help but stare at everything. Parker stumbled over his words and frantically moved his hands around in a flustered motion as he quickly got re-dressed. Parker didn’t know how lucky he was- to first of all, see you in such a revealed state- and 2, be praised for his body by his god!
After your little… experience with Parker, you whispered something in his ear, your breath must have ticked the man’s as he flushed a crimson that couldn’t be healthy. He nodded and dove into his pack of games, before he handed you a piece of fabric with a nervous laugh.
It was pretty late when you left the attic, but you still managed to squeeze in a little chitchat with Ben-Hwa, who seemed over the moon with what you told them in a hushed tone. They gave you a hug, then bid you goodnight as they went to bed themself. You squeaked in delight and turned on the bedside lamp as you wrote something down hurriedly. Once you were done, you tiptoed to the edge of the vent- his vent!- and slipped the note in.
“Watch me tonight. I know you don’t want to show your body to me, so I’ll wear a blindfold to sleep. If you want, you can have fun with my body while I’m asleep. I love you, Hector. XXX”
Hector stayed completely still as your fingers slipped away from his grate. That was the closest he had ever gotten to touching you- you had no idea, but you were mere centimeters from the tips of his fingers! He let out a staggered breath of disbelief. Were you offering yourself to him? Physically? Would he be able to actually touch you? Oh god, the way he yearned for you, the amount of times that he’s rubbed himself against the vents to the sight of you! Wait, what did you mean by watch you?-
“Hector…” You breathed out softly, which snapped him back to reality. You had taken off all your clothes and put the blindfold on. He whimpered softly, yet cursed himself for not watching you strip. You played with yourself, teased yourself for him with your legs spread wide open. It was a show just for him. Not a little voyeuristic hatewatch as you got sullied by god-knows-who-that-hour, it was just for him. He watched as you fingered yourself open, he heard you whimper and whine for him. He could feel his erection strain as it begged for attention. No, he couldn’t touch himself- touching himself would be a(minor) distraction to what you were doing!
“Hector, touch me. Love me.” You begged softly as you caressed your own cheek in a loving fashion. “Show me how much you love me. Don’t fuck me tonight, make love to me.”
Hector nodded fervently as he mouthed his desperation to you. “My love- oh my love, I promise I will. You command it, I obey. I need you like you need air to breathe. I yearn for you like no other possibly could. You’re my angel, you’re my perfection- my god. I would worship at the altar of your body every moment of the day if you gave me the honor.”
Your show was certainly appreciated, you could tell by how sweltering the heat was from the HVAC. You smiled to yourself as you neared your edge. That’s when you planned your final strike.
“Holy fuck Hector, I love you so much- I need you inside me, sweet boy.” You gasped as you came. Hector couldn’t believe what he heard. Of course, he had heard your declarations of love to the other objects… but this felt so much more meaningful! You never masturbated to the thought of anyone in the house, you simply had sex with them. No, you called for him. You ached and moaned for him. You begged for him, and what heathen would he be to deny you?
So, after he was sure you were asleep, Hector slipped out of his vent system, creeped his way out of the attic, and just… stared at you. He stared for a few moments as he drank in the sight of you. Your legs were still spread, you were still prepared for penetration for the most part, your blindfold was on- although there was a spurning of jealousy when he saw the embroidery of “Player 2” on the covering. No, no! He wouldn’t let anyone ruin this for him! So, as quietly as he could, Hector carefully took off all his clothing at the edge of your bed. He didn’t deserve to have his belongings on your place of rest, so he placed them on the floor. Once he was naked, he stared again as nerves overtook him. Was this really right? You did invite him, but still!
Well, he was already here, you invited him to “have fun with your body”, so he got into bed with you and snuggled against your warmth. He stroked your cheek in a similar way to how you showed him to, he brushed the stray hairs out of your face, and he simply admired you close up for the first time. He wanted to kiss you so bad- but he didn’t deserve it! He couldn’t mar and stain your body with his affections!
But you had wanted him to.
You begged him to not 30 minutes ago.
So, Hector pressed the softest of kisses to your cheek. Once he started though, he couldn’t stop. He kissed your cheeks over and over, your temple, down your throat and over your clavicle- hell, he was so obsessed with his peppering of devotion that he didn’t realize that he was above you, in between your legs, with a raging boner.
“My love, f-forgive me.” He whispered in his real voice- the anxious, soft-spoken one as he kissed down your body. “I need you, I need you so badly that it pains me.”
The kisses trailed to your stomach, then to your pelvis and thighs. Hector was face-to-sex with your… well, sex. His mouth watered. He needed to know what you tasted like. So, he licked. He licked, whined, and savored every mote of taste he got of you. He eventually started to use his fingers as well, just in case you needed a little extra loosening along the way when he- he… made love to you.
Hector still didn’t fully have control of himself, it all felt like a haze of love and lust as he lined himself up to you. You moved slightly in your sleep, and Hector’s blood ran cold. He froze for a few moments, then kissed your temple again and traced his dick around the edge of your opening. Hector whimpered softly as he let the tip of his dick kiss the center briefly. He took a shuddering breath, then pushed inside you.
Tight. Hot. Good-no, perfect.
Hector couldn’t help the groan of need that ripped from his throat as he pushed himself inside you. You let out a sigh in your sleep as he sank slowly into you. Once he was fully seated, he took a moment to collect himself. If he didn’t, the first thrust would be his last. He caressed your body reverently, his gentle hand that wasn’t holding himself above you lulled you into an even deeper slumber as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.
“I love you.” He breathed out as he retreated from your depths.
“I love you.” He sighed as he went back in.
In and out, he sang his devotion to you like a saving prayer. The pace was achingly slow. If you were awake, you would have begged him to go faster ages ago.
“Oh, my love- my love, I’m not worthy to be like this- so wretchedly inside you, but you asked- you pleaded for me. I cannot deny you anything, my love.” Hector monologued into your ear as he started to thrust properly.
“I only wish I could make this last forever, but alas- I- I need to cum so badly-!” Hector whined as he pulled out of you.
He removed himself from your bed and reached for a little rag that was in his pants pocket. Over top of you, he masturbated. He slid his rag-clothed hand over his length as he watched you.
“I could never ruin you like that, my dear. I’m not worthy- I’m not allowed to mar you with my cum.” He solemnly nodded. “Rest assured, my sweet, this encounter will be my everything.”
It wasn’t long before Hector bit his lip and came with a shudder into the rag. He pumped is dick a few times as he soaked his cloth with his release. He twitched and huffed out your name as he came, and when he was done, he laid down on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck.
“I love you so much.” Hector sighed contentedly.
After a few moments in his afterglow, Hector moved off of you and dressed himself- he folded the rag mess-side-inward and stuffed it back in his pocket as he looked at you one final time.
“You don’t know how much you mean to me.” He hummed sweetly as he made his way back into the attic.
Seeing that fuckass epilogue of Will in a gay bar and remembering how when Noah was asked where he saw Will in the future, he said that he'd be focusing on his painting (his passion, as he said) and have someone to share coffee with. THAT should have been his epilogue, it's insane that the Duffers seem to have no understanding of their characters compared to the actors.
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