Smut headcanons/Alphabet(August Booth)
Paring: August Booth x Girlfriend!reader
Summary: pretty self explanatory
MasterList
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
The moment you're done - whether it was rough, emotional, teasing or overwhelming, August is already lowering her down, cradling her face in his hands. His voice is calm, grounding, and soft.
“Breathe for me, n/n. Good girl, in and out. Stay right here with me”
If you're tied up he doesn’t rip them off. He unfastens them like silk, one by one, murmuring praise for every mark and every place her skin gave way to his control. “There we go... You did so good for me tonight”
He always puts you in one of his shirts after. Usually the same one he was wearing during the day. You don’t even have to ask.
B = Body part (your favorite body part of his and his favorite of yours)
He’s obsessed with your thighs. Whether your riding him, trembling from overstimulation, or have them wrapped around his waist, your thighs are where you give in and he never lets you forget it.
He leaves handprints there on purpose. Brushes his scruff between them. Worships them slowly with his mouth.
“Come on, babydoll. Ride it like you mean it. I want these thighs dripping by the time I’m done”
August is hypnotized by your breasts - whether they’re tucked into a tank top or bouncing while you ride him. He’s not crude about it. He’s intentional. A man who’s read enough to appreciate both aesthetics and sensation.
He loves to grope them when your tied up. Teases your nipples until you squirm. Uses his mouth and his words to wreck you.
“So responsive. You twitch every time I do this…”
He also mumbles praise against them, rubs his cheek against them like a sleepy wolf. He'll bury his face between them while he's pounding into you.
He’ll bite. Suck. Leave marks. Tongue your nipples until your arching and breathless - then murmur: “You gonna come just from this? Didn't know you’re that needy for my mouth”
You have a scruff kink and he knows it. He lets it grow just long enough to scratch, to leave you red and breathless. You love grinding your thighs on his jaw when he goes down on you. “August, your - fuck! your beard”
You live to feel it drag along your inner thighs. Rasping against sensitive skin while his tongue works you over. It’s half pain, half bliss. “Don’t shave. Ever. I’m serious”
His hands, Big. Strong. Veined. And always capable. You watch them when he unbuckles his belt, when he’s fingers are gliding across the keys of his typewriter at rapped speed, when he brushes your behind your ear before dragging you under.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)
August is a boobs guy, so naturally, he loves finishing all over your chest. Not just for the visual, but because of the ownership of it. His hands holding you down, his breath heavy, eyes locked on the mess he just made of you. “Fuck, look at you”
And then he rubs it in. Two fingers, lazy circles, dragging his cum across your nipples. Watching you squirm and moan and beg for more.
When he finishes inside you, it’s always possessive - intentional. Whether it’s slow and sensual or rough and urgent, the moment he spills inside, he holds you tight. “Mine. take every drop like you were made for it”
He loves the mess it makes when he pulls out. Loves watching it drip out. Sometimes he fucks it back in with two fingers while you're overstimmed and gasping.
If you're a brat, he won't cum inside you. You'll get it everywhere else - mostly on your stomach or thighs. “No, baby. Brats don’t get filled. You’ll take it right here instead”
Cumming on his scruff? You live for it. Your hips grinding into his face, hands fisting his hair. And when you cum? You soak his mouth, his scruff.
He loves it. Doesn’t wipe it away. Lets it stay, a badge of honor.
D = Dominant? (Pretty self-explanatory, how dominant is he)
August knows how to handle you. He’ll shove you back against the wall, pin your wrists with one hand and tear a moan from your throat with the other, but his voice never loses that low, anchored calm. “Too much?” you shake your head, whimpering. “Words, sweetheart”
He reinforces the color method. “Green” you whimper. “Good” His grip tightens. “Now take it”
He’s rough. He fucks hard. He grips tightly. He binds and marks. But he always, always watches you - reads your cues, listens to your breathing, and makes sure you're okay even when you're not speaking.
August is the kind of man who gives one quiet command and your body obeys before your mind catches up. You disobey? He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t snap. He just tightens his grip, flips you over, and puts you exactly where he wants you.
August uses his voice like a weapon - soft but deadly. When you're close to the edge, he doesn’t let you fall. Instead, he prolongs it, pushing you deeper into overstimulation. “That’s my good girl. Now hold on tight”
He loves when you've already came and he’s still not done. When you're sobbing into his shoulder and he’s whispering: “One more. You can give me one more”
He binds your wrists gently but firmly, making you still so he can take his time with your body. No rushing. Just relentless, precise stimulation. “Don't move without my permission”
He doesn’t stop when you start to tremble. That’s when he starts whispering filth in your ear, soft and dangerous.
He’ll make you come too many times. He’ll keep fucking you when your already crying from release. He’ll grab your hips and slam into you while she begs for a break. He’ll grab your hips and slam into you while you begs for a break
But when it’s over? He kisses every bruise. Rubs the red marks from the belt. Holds her against his chest like she’s made of glass.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s not just experienced - he’s skilled. Calm, controlled, precise. He’s a man who’s read too many books and knows exactly how to weaponize words and anticipation.
He reads the way you exhale, the little twitch in your thigh, the flutter of your eyelids. Then he uses it without hesitation.
The man could write novels, but his hands are far more articulate when they’re on you. He’ll take his time mapping your skin, learning which pressure point makes you whimper, and then he’ll return to it later when you least expect it.
If you're inexperienced: He senses it - long before you say anything. August knows. Not because you say it outright, but because he pays attention. The little ways you hesitate when he touches you. The questions in your eyes. The slight breath-catch when he gets too close.
He slows down - way down. He doesn't treat you like glass. He treats you like something precious - something to be opened slowly, reverently, at your pace. “We don’t rush this. You let me in when you’re ready. Not before”
August never leaves you wondering. Whether it’s your body, reactions, or the sounds you make - he makes you feel like everything you do is perfect. “Breathe, y/n. You’re not doing this for me. You’re doing this with me”
F = Favorite Positions (This goes without saying)
Riding: He owns the rhythm, even when you're on top. If you think being on top means you're in charge, you're wrong. August lets you believe it - until his hands grip your hips and slows you down, his voice firm but quiet. “You think you’re in charge up there? Hands on my chest, don't move”
He holds you there, grinding you down onto him, hips rocking with unrelenting purpose while your hands scramble against his chest for balance. And when you get close? “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you fall apart all over me”
Missionary: This is the position where he ruins you slowly. August lays you down, spreads your legs gently, and then just watches you fall apart beneath him with every controlled thrust.
His hands pin your wrists. His mouth lingers at your neck. And his voice? Low and merciless. “You’re going to stay right here until I’ve filled you up properly”
Wall sex: He lifts you like you weigh nothing, back slammed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist. One hand gripping your thigh, the other keeping your wrists pinned to the wall - his pace is ruthless. “You wanted it now? Couldn’t wait for the bed?”
Your moans echo off the wall, and he doesn’t let you come down from it until your voice is gone.
Bent over the desk: if he’s had enough of your teasing. August bends you over the desk, skirt flipped, panties shoved aside. He uses one of his leather belts to bind your wrists behind you - not cruel, just controlled.
Every thrust is sharp and deliberate, your cheek pressed to the desk, moaning as the papers scatter under you.
Thigh riding: it's always when he's trying to write. You'll squirm in his lap, grind against his thick thigh, desperate for friction.
You'll whine, rolling your hips harder and that’s when he grips your waist and bounces his thigh beneath you deliberately. “Go ahead. Make a mess of yourself on my leg”
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
August isn't goofy during sex, but he’s dangerously witty before, and teasingly smug after. He reads your reactions like his favorite novel and uses every sentence to keep you off-balance in the best way.
He’s not humorless. He just channels it into filthy dominance. Sometimes he’ll say something casually filthy that borders on playful, but it’s always wrapped in authority.
H = Hair(Hair pulling? Scruff?)
His hair is perfect for it - thick, slightly wavy, and always falling into his eyes when he’s over you. He knows exactly how much it turns you on when he dips between your legs and his hair or scruff brushes her thighs. “Go ahead, pull” he murmurs, his head moving slowly between her thighs.
Sometimes, he lets you tug it when he’s eating you out, when he’s deep inside you, or when he wants to remind you that control is an illusion he lets you borrow.
August is ruthless when he grips your hair. Not to hurt - to own. Whether he’s fucking you from behind, dragging you into a kiss, or whispering filth into your ear, his hand in your hair is the anchor to everything else unraveling.
You live for his scruff. It’s not always neat and that’s the point. When he pins you down and nuzzles your neck, or when he drags it over your chest and between your thighs. It’s scratchy, warm, and intimate in the filthiest way.
When he’s going down on you, and she’s trembling from overstimulation, he’ll glance up - mouth glistening, scruff soaked, his voice like smoke.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Even when it’s rough, it’s intimate. He sees you. He reads you. And he reminds you constantly: “You’re safe. I’ve got you”
Because with August, it’s never just physical. He could have you pinned down, hair fisted in his hand, hips relentless, and still the look in his eyes says mine. He fucks like he’s claiming your soul, not just your body.
He never leaves you feeling used - only claimed.
Rough sex, yes. Belt bondage, yes. Light choking, yes. But after, his hands soften immediately. He unties your wrists with reverence. He rubs your wrists gently, kisses the red marks, and tucks your hair behind your ears.
And when you're limp, brain foggy and breathless, he pulls you onto his chest - not away from him. “You were perfect. Every inch of you”
J = Jealous? (Is he the jealous type? Are you? )
He’s not the jealous type. But he is the claiming type.
August isn’t petty. He doesn’t pick fights or pout. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel it when someone else looks at you too long, flirts too close, and laughs a little too loudly at your jokes.
He notices. He tucks it away. And when they’re alone? That possessiveness comes out in very focused ways. “He was looking at your mouth. Made me wonder if he’s ever seen a woman fall apart on his tongue” He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Because I have”
His jealousy doesn’t start fights. It starts sessions - long, controlled, rough sex where every word, thrust, and whisper is about reminding you who makes you feel like this. “He wouldn't even know what to do with you”
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Choking: his hand, her throat, gentle controled. He doesn’t squeeze hard - just enough pressure to send you spinning. He watches your eyes. Always watching. “Breathe. That’s it. I’ve got you”
He never does it without full consent, without eye contact, without absolute clarity. But when you give that permission - that trust? He uses it like a promise.
Bondage: August isn’t flashy - he’s inventive. A well-worn leather belt. The soft, dark pink bandana he wears when he's on his motorcycle. Everyday things are repurposed with meaning.
When he ties you up it's slow, deliberate, firm, but not cruel. “Now you don’t have to think about control. That’s my job”
And the belt? Sometimes it cinches your wrists to the headboard. Sometimes it anchors your waist to his desk. Sometimes it’s looped in his hand - not striking, just reminding.
Brat taming: you have a sharp tongue and a defiant streak and August loves every inch of it. But when you start teasing, pushing, being a brat? He shuts it down with calm authority. No yelling. Just dominance like a closing fist. “Say that again and I'll put you on your knees”
She rolls her eyes at him? He just raises an eyebrow. “You wanna Try that again?”
He doesn’t break your spirit, he bends you to his will. And always makes you feel seen even when your breathless and wrecked.
“you only mouth off when you want me to ruin you”
Scruff kink: you always had a weakness for August’s scruff - the way it burns against your thighs, your chest, your throat.
He uses it to tease you. He rubs his jaw across your inner thigh until your gasping, squirming, begging. “You love it when I make you raw, don’t you?”
You love riding his face when he hasn’t shaved, loves coming on his scruff and watching the aftermath of it glisten there.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Bed: The bed is where you let things get messy without holding back. It’s the place for long sessions, tangled sheets, and drawn-out teasing.
He'll pin you down and make you stay there until he’s good and done with you. He can pace it slowly or absolutely wreck you without worrying about angles or stability.
The sheets are a mess afterwards - wrinkled, damp, and smelling like both of you.
His writing desk: if you distract him while he’s working, he doesn’t even hesitate. He’ll push his chair back and bend you over the desk.
The way your hands clutch the edge of the wood, papers scattering, his typewriter rattling against the surface - it feeds both his control and his need to see you completely undone in a place that’s normally his sanctuary.
The workshop: This is rare, because it’s sentimental ground for him, but when it happens, it’s heated and frantic - where the quickies usually happen.
Usually starts because you tease him while he’s working, perches on the workbench in that way, or fiddles with tools you shouldn’t. He’ll push you down over the bench, a hand firm on your hip and the other over your mouth to keep you quiet.
“You locked the door, right?”
“Babydoll, the only thing you need to worry about is holding on to me”
On his motorcycle: He’ll have you straddle him right there on the seat, leather creaking under them, keeping one hand on the small of your back and the other in your hair. He controls the rhythm - of course he does. He'll pull you closer until you can’t think about anything else.
“Shut up and hold on. Not to the bike. To me”
M = Motivation (What turns them on, what turns you on)
August's scruff of course and not just the sight of it. the scratchy, slightly rough stubble against your skin sends electric shocks through you. It feels so good how he drags it across your thighs, breasts, neck - especially when he’s slow and deliberate.
Your bratty defiance turns him on. He loves it when you teass, talk back, pushe boundaries, but only so he can take control back with a smirk or a harsh grip.
August’s got that bookish, wandering mind - sometimes getting lost in work or thoughts. When you use your body or voice to pull him back, especially with a bit of teasing right when he’s deep in concentration, it drives him wild.
August’s steady, controlled dominance makes your heart race. You love that he never loses control but always owns every inch of you - physically and emotionally.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
August isn’t into degrading you - bitch, slut, not of that shit. Not in bed, not outside of it. He likes control, he likes brat taming, but he never crosses into making you feel small or worthless.
He likes the idea of light choking, but he’s careful and won’t go further than he knows is safe. No cutting off air for longer than a few seconds, no putting you in danger. “You could be rougher - ”
“Not if it means hurting you in a way I can’t fix. I’m here to push your limits, not cross them”
Anything without consent. If you haven’t talked about it, he’s not doing it. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the heat of the moment.
If you're not in the right headspace he won't do anything, he shuts it down without hesitation.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
August is vocal - low, rough praise, muttered curses, deep groans. If you're doing something that drives him crazy, you'll hear about it.
He'll grab your head with both hands, increasing his pace, his cock hitting the back of your throat multiple times.
His choking kink comes into use sometimes. He'll grab your throat lightly with one hand while continuing to fuck your mouth. “You like being used like this, don't you? Being choked while I fuck your throat?” His voice dropped lower and rougher.
He'd live between your thighs if you let him.
This man doesn’t just eat you out - he worships you. Face buried, hands gripping your hips like a lifeline, tongue working you slowly at first, then deeper, harder, hungrier as your pleasure builds. He moans into you like it’s him getting off.
August loves edging you - teasingly and masterfully. He’ll take you right to the edge, feel your orgasm just on the cusp, and then slow down - just enough to make you beg.
Your hands clutch his hair, your hips lifting off the bed, breathless cries. “please, please, don’t stop”
P = Pace(Are they fast and rough or they slow and sensual?)
August doesn’t ease into it - he dives in like he’s starving. His tongue is relentless, no slow build-up unless he’s intentionally teasing just to watch you break.
In those moments it's all hips and heat - no pausing to be gentle until he’s gotten that initial edge out of his system. He wants you breathless, clinging to him, nails in his back.
The only time he goes slow is when he’s trying to drag it out on purpose, building up so much tension that you're begging him to speed up. And even then, it’s more of a tease before he inevitably slams the gas again.
Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
His definition of a quickie isn’t always quick. He tries to keep it fast, but August has a habit of getting caught up in the way you react and drawing it out a few extra minutes.
August knows exactly how to get you to the edge in record time.
Morning quickies are his favorite. Something about her still warm from sleep, hair messy, voice raspy - he’ll pull you into his lap before either of them are fully awake.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Game to experiment, but not reckless. August is down to try new things, but he’s not careless about it - if something feels unsafe or would cross one of your lines, he pulls back immediately.
Adrenaline makes him bold. If you've had a heated argument or just finished a dangerous job, he’s way more likely to push limits - like taking you against the wall in a place they really shouldn’t be.
Public/semi-public risk? He likes the thrill of possibly getting caught, but not actually wanting to be caught. He'll choose spots that are technically out of sight but with just enough risk to make your pulse race.
Kink exploration. If you hint you're curious about something - light bondage, sensory play, pushing dominance further, he’ll research and plan so it’s intense but controlled. He enjoys seeing your reactions when you're venturing into new territory.
S = Stamina (how long they last)
August has the kind of stamina that’s dangerous - he can go multiple rounds without losing focus, and he likes knowing you're trembling by the time he’s done.
August saviors every reaction, but once he’s got you worked up, his stamina makes him ruthless. He’ll keep going until your legs give out and even then, he’s catching you and putting you right back where he wants you.
Expect multiple rounds. Even if he’s already finished, he’ll stay inside you, moving slow until you're begging for more - then he builds the pace again. It’s not unusual for him to get you off twice before he lets himself go once.
Once you're already finished, he likes to keep going until you're gasping and pushing at him - not because he ignores your limits, but because he knows you'll tap out when it’s truly too much, and part of you loves how far he can push.
T = Toys ( do they prefer to use them or no)
He doesn’t need toys - he is the toy.
August firmly believes his hands, mouth, and body are more than enough to wreck you. The only “extra” thing he’ll ever reach for is something to tie you up with because restraint is part of the control he enjoys.
The only thing he brings is what he's gonna tie you up with. Whether it’s his dark pink bandana around your wrists or his belt holding them to the bed frame, it’s never just about keeping you still - it’s about making you feel helpless while he takes his time.
He likes the raw, unplanned feel of grabbing his belt off his jeans or his bandana from the dresser in the heat of the moment. It's a signal that you're his focus, not some planned-out scenario.
U = Unfair (is he a tease? Are you a tease?)
He’s absolutely a tease, but in a slow-burn way. August isn’t the type to poke and prod for a cheap reaction. He’s calculated about it, knowing exactly what buttons to press and when to back off so you're left frustrated and wanting more.
He’ll lean in to kiss you… and then pause just short, brushing his scruff along your jaw instead.
He’ll keep his hand on your thigh under the table, not moving it until you're nearly squirming. “You look like you’ve got something you want to say, sweetheart”
“You know exactly what I want to say”
He likes unfair control. If you're being bratty, he’ll take the lead in the most maddening way - making you beg, dragging out foreplay, holding you down when you try to grind against him.
You can be a tease… but it’s dangerous. You have your moments - grazing his scruff with your nails, kissing the corner of his mouth instead of his lips, or deliberately sitting on his lap when he’s trying to work. But August? He’s a patient predator. Teasing him usually backfires.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
His voice is his first weapon. August knows his deep, steady voice can get under your skin. He uses it like a touch, keeping it calm and deliberate, even when things are rough. That low rumble when he gives a command? It’s almost more effective than his hands. “Good girl. Just like that”
So vocal when getting head. When you're on your knees for him, he’s not quiet - he groans low, mutters praise, sometimes slips in a sharp inhale when you do something unexpected. If it feels too good, he’ll curse under his breath or let out a strained laugh that drives you wild.
He knows how to hit that exact force or angle that forces sound out of you whether you want it or not - gasps, moans, whimpers. He’ll even coax them out intentionally, just to hear you lose control. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you”
He’s not all filthy words - sometimes his volume is the contrast between tender praise and dirty, explicit directions. He knows how to lace those together until you flush head to toe.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He’s smug about making you messy.
If you're flushed, breathless, hair mussed, thighs covered in your mixed releases, he thrives on it - like proof he’s the only one who gets to see you like this.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, what's he hiding underneath those clothes)
August’s build might be lean, but down there? He’s got surprising girth and length that leave very little to the imagination - and a lot to the imagination too, depending on how much he wants to tease.
Always well-kept, but natural. He’s not the high-maintenance type - trimmed just enough, never over-groomed, letting his scruff and natural masculinity do the talking.
His chest isn’t chiseled or perfectly sculpted — it’s a perfect mix of fluff and muscle with a scattering of thick dark hair, rough and a little wild, like the rest of his scruff. You’d expect him to be softer under the books and calm demeanor, but he’s got this rugged, lived-in feel.
No six-pack - like it matters. He's solid and tight - the kind you want to press your hands into when he’s leaning down to kiss you hard.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It's high, but a controlled sex drive.
August’s desire is always simmering just under the surface. He’s the kind of man who thinks about sex often - sometimes even when it’s not the right moment, but he’s learned to hold back, waiting for the right time and place to make it count.
Your man needs regular release, but isn’t desperate. He’s not frantic or needy, but when he goes too long without your touch, his frustration grows. It shows in the way he presses close, the way his hands linger a little longer, and the dark look he gets when he’s had enough.
His mind drifts to her often - he's constantly thinking about you. The curve of your hips, the way your voice softens when you're close, the way you smell after a long day. Even when he’s “working,” a part of him is always hungry for you. “Can’t wait to wreck you tonight”
His yearning is emotional too - it’s not just physical, he craves the connection, the way you melt into each other, the intimacy beneath the roughness.
Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
August never falls asleep immediately. He stays awake long after sex, making sure you're comfortable, breathing steady, and fully relaxed before he lets his own eyes close.
He needs to be holding you as he drifts off. He loves the feeling of your body against his chest or tangled in his arms - it grounds him and gives him a sense of peace. He’s protective in those quiet moments.
He’s protective at night - even asleep. His body will curls around yours like a shield, small but deliberate movements making sure you're safe and warm. And you know he's the type of guy to sleep on the side of the bed that's closest to the door.
