Hole In My Heart(Patrick Hockstetter x Fem!Reader)
warnings: smut, lewd themes, dark themes(and I cannot fucking stress this enough), all characters are 18+, unprotected sex, burning, biting, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, Hockstetter is pretty fucked up in this, reader is also very fucked up, graphic descriptions, not for the weak of heart okay y'all?
word count: 1k
pairings: Patrick Hockstetter x Fem!Reader
summary: you, as crazy as you are, have tamed the beast inside that is Hockstetter...or do you make him worse because you match his freak? he learns just how far you're willing to go after you share a cigarette after sex...
a/n: idk just enjoy okay? This is dark and I had to get it off my chest. Owen Teague is a fucking babe. I don't condone the shit Hockstetter does but I do like writing dark content like this. The title is from a song by the Angry Samoans.
He sits up on his knees, his cock pulling out of your swollen, abused hole. The way his cum begins to trickle out excites him in ways he couldn’t ever articulate properly. You were basically his property. His little fuck toy, his little doll. And here you were, on his bed. Patrick thought himself pretty much able to keep any feelings of love or emotions for you at bay, but you had done something that nobody else in Derry could. You seemed to have been able to tame the beast that’s Patrick Hockstetter.
You lewdly reach down to play with your clit, using his cum as lube. He can’t seem to look away and his still-hard cock is twitching back to life. You laugh at how easily it is to get him riled up once more. Patrick was a little too easy for you to read sometimes, especially since he often thinks with his cock around you.
“You fuckin’ psycho perv,” you tease and you giggle when his cock twitches at your ‘praise’.
“Shut up,” he pushes you back down, his face inches from your own.
Without warning, he kisses you roughly. It drives him crazy what you do to him. You were just supposed to be another hook up. Something to distract him from anything that was making him unhappy. But no, you somehow wormed yourself into his heart. The very heart he didn’t think actually worked in that way. It infuriated him that he would do anything for you.
You reach over and grab the pack of cigarettes when he finally allows you a moment to breathe. You light one up with his favored lighter, smirking at his expression. Oh the things you do. The things he’d love to do if he could just let his feelings slip away…the way you would so easily begin to rot if he were to finally think properly and stab you over and over. The thought of your blood gushing from your pretty corpse makes him hard again. You reach down to flick his cock before taking a deep drag.
“Stop thinking of murdering me,” you tease.
He lies next to you, a bit stunned that you can so easily know what he’s thinking. “Fuck off, you slut.”
But he takes the cigarette and kisses you again. A little sweeter this time, or as sweet as a kiss from Patrick Hockstetter can be. He takes a drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke into your face. All you do is bat your eyelashes cutely at him, aggravating him even more.
When you have the cigarette in your hand, you lean over and press it to his shoulder. The cindering sound has you both in arousal overdrive, and all Patrick does is stare at you with that intense look in his eyes while you burn him permanently with a lit cigarette. When you pull away, the wound that’s left is circular with an almost punched-out look. It’s dark, red and purply in color, and beginning to blister just a bit.
“Fucking crazy bitch,” he sntaches the cigarette back.
You watch as he takes an even deeper drag. There are goosebumps all over his body and his cock is like iron. You laugh loudly, reaching down to keep flicking the red tip of his dick. You know he’s getting off on the feelings of pain right now, and having the upper hand for once is giving you such a high.
Patrick puts out the cigarette, then he’s pushing you back down on the bed. You’re folded in half while slams into you roughly, earning him a surprised gasp that slips out of your lips. You try so hard to be tough with him, but really he enjoys it when you’re soft as well. His hand pins your wrists above your head, smirking at the way you’re suddenly so helpless.
“You wanted to mark me, huh sugar tits? Is that what this is all about? Gettin’ possessive on me?”
You spit in his face, making his cock throb inside of you. “Maybe I don’t want some dumbass thinking she can take my psycho from me.”
He leans in and kisses you surprisingly softly. It’s like he’s trying to calm you, trying to tell you that you belong to him and him to you. It’s strange but not unliked. It’s not unwanted. Just a strange feeling for the two of you.
You look into his eyes and see such a crazed lovesick look in them. He’s gone for you. He would do anything for you. Even if Patrick Hockstetter would still love to chop you up into little pieces, you are going to be his weakness. And because of this, he knows now that you will never ever be able to get away from him. He’ll make sure you’re glued to his side, literally if it comes to it.
He nips at your bottom lip, making you clench around him in surprise. He loves the way you’re always so responsive. And if he’s honest, the pain that’s coming from the cigarette burn is causing him to be so hard right now. He picks up his pace, his cock is punching in and out of your abused hole.
“You fuckin’ love me, don’t you?” This is out of his nature to even mention the ‘L’ word, but you are enjoying it.
You whine. “Love you, Pat. Fuckin’ love you.”
He doesn’t know what comes over him, but when you say you love him, he’s cumming immediately with a loud and pathetic moan. His cock throbs with each spurt of cum that he unloads inside of your cunt. He’s shaking as he tries to ride out this high, his whole body thrumming with need and lust.
But when he looks into your eyes and he sees that same crazed lovesick look he gave you earlier, he knows he’s fucked. You’re both fucked. Love wasn’t supposed to grow between the two of you, but there was no way to stop it. Like an infection, it was growing deep inside of you both…
Okay so hear me out here in regards to the Summer Love event (which I’m LIVING FOR btw) #50 NSFW prompt in a thunderstorm watch setting with Patrick Hockstetter??I think you could do insanely beautiful things with this and you’re an amazing writer.🫶🏻
warnings: smut, lewd themes, dark themes, blood mentions, stalking, weird gifts, mentions of animal bones, dead animals(a butterfly), Patrick is his own warning, all characters are 18+(seniors in high school), oral sex(fem receiving), biting, possessiveness
word count: 1.6k
pairings: Patrick Hockstetter x Fem!Reader
summary: he stalks you for weeks, leaving you wanting only him...and when the night of the big storm rolls around, he shows you just how much of a danger he is to you. you vow to never pull away.
a/n: AHHH omg thank you so much!!! I'm so happy you put in a request! Thank you!
dividers by: @/strangergraphics
He followed you everywhere you went. You couldn’t be truly alone with Hockstetter on your heels, or just around the corner. At first, you were a bit afraid. But the more he did it, and the more he left you little gifts to show his affection, the more you found the idea of him stalking you so thrilling.
The little gifts he left were awful to most, but you come to love them. The first one he ever gave you was a dead butterfly. It had been pressed between the pages of your favorite book(how the hell did he manage to get it in there is beyond your comprehension), and it was strangely so beautiful. You had admired it for days, and Patrick noticed.
So he gave you more.
The next time, it was surprisingly a beautifully polished stone. It was sitting on your desk, and you picked it up to inspect it. It was so lovely. You wondered where Patrick had gotten something like this, but you didn’t question it outright.
More little gifts, more stalking continued…You just couldn’t get away from him.
All the girls in your classes tried to warn you to stay away, but you were obviously drawn to him. The more you tried to pull away and move past this, the more you craved him. You craved him and his attention. The weirder things came with it, and you knew you were in a world of trouble. Yet you never wanted it to stop.
Every night, you wait at your window, looking out to see if he’s followed you home. You longingly wait for him, wondering how you’ve gotten so deep into this clearly toxic love affair. You spot him across the street, and he looks up at you. He waves at you with that creepy grin on his face, then disappears behind some bushes.
Within the hour, he climbs the tree close to your bedroom window. You’re already in your bed by this point, trying to get a good night’s sleep for the next day. When he crawls into your bedroom via the window, you’re pulled from your slumber. Groggily, you look over at the lanky figure who’s emerging from your window. Even in the darkness of your room, you can still sense his creepy smile.
He crawls onto the bed, then shoves your face down into the pillow. You moan and squirm, trying to get away from him. Your heart is racing in your chest, and you swear your breathing is getting much too shallow by the minute. Then he pulls away, tapping your cheek lightly.
“You look good when you’re scared.”
You shudder at his words, which only serves to turn him on even more. He’s not quite ready to take his prize just yet. No, he needs to toy with you a bit more. And so he leaves out the window, leaving you more disoriented than ever. You thought maybe he was bored with you now, but oh how wrong you were…
It took him a few days to think up the perfect plan. You were already his, as far as he was concerned, but he knew he had to make the perfect move for you to understand that you belong to him.
Days of stalking, more gifts appeared on your desk. Each one more dark and twisted than the last. The first one was a painting of a bleeding heart(anatomically correct!) with safety pins going through it. Then the next day was a pile of animal bones, which were surprisingly well cleaned. They made the shape of a heart. Then following that was a pocket knife with his initials carved into it and on the blade, something that suspiciously looked like either rust or blood. You knew that something was up, but you didn’t question it. Instead, you brought every gift home even when all the other students told you to toss them away.
You thought that this was Patrick’s way of being sweet to you, but what you didn’t realize was that he was watching your reaction to every single gift. When you didn’t wrinkle your nose or throw it away, he knew you were becoming more and more obedient to the thought of him taking good care of you.
Because that’s exactly what he was doing.
That Friday night, there was a big storm coming. You could feel it in the air. Despite wanting to go out to the arcade, you decided to stay home in your room. You looked out your window, sighing at the feeling of boredom. There was nothing to do. So you dramatically flop down on your bed and turn on your TV. There was an old horror movie playing, so you tried to tune into that to cure your blues.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
There’s a noise…like someone throwing pebbles at your window. Your heart skips a beat and you’re on your feet within seconds. When you go look, you don’t see anything. This disappoints you. You were so sure that you’d find that psychopath waiting for you at the window.
So you return to your bed, in a lousier mood than before. You try to focus on the film, but you don’t really care. Then you hear the same tapping noise, this time you don’t bother getting up. You just stay where you are, just trying to push any hope out of your mind.
Then the rain begins and you’re startled by the sight and sound of a wet Patrick climbing through your window. He smirks when he sees you on the bed. This was working out perfectly for him. Without a word, he climbs onto your bed and pins you there.
“Were you waitin’ for me, dollface?”
You nod. “Y-yeah.”
Oh you look so delicious like this. All eager and waiting for any kind of affection. He smirks before leaning in, keeping his face inches away from yours. You can smell his breath, and you shudder when he chuckles darkly.
“Scared, dollface? I ain’t going to hurt ya…much.”
And with that, he kisses you roughly. His tongue penetrates your mouth, dominating your own appendage with vigor. He keeps you pinned to the bed, making you moan against his lips. You taste good, sort of like a pink bubblegum flavor. And the smell of you…you smell like clean sheets, spring rain and something definitely floral.
“You been getting my gifts, huh?” He asks between heated kisses and nips at your lips.
“Y-yeah, got all of them. Thank you, Patrick.”
He pulls away and you can see how dilated his pupils are. They nearly eclipse the pale green irises completely. “It sounds so sweet when you thank me.”
Your heart is pounding in your chest and he stares at you intently for a while, noticing the flutter in your pulse point. He leans in, laughing darkly again before nipping right at the pulse point. You whine, which only causes his cock to throb in his jeans.
A crash of thunder makes you both look over at the window. The rain is coming down hard now, and the two of you can’t seem to look away when the lightning strikes. His own pulse quickens along with the crashing of the storm outside.
“Pretty, isn’t it? Even if it’s destructive, people can’t help but watch a thunderstorm.”
You know he’s speaking the truth. Everyone you know loves to sit and watch the thunderstorms. And you’re no stranger to how destructive things could get if the lightning strikes something major.
“I wonder…” Patrick muses before kissing you deeply. “Do you enjoy danger like that, little darling?”
Your cheeks flush when you’re asked this, but you know you can’t lie. “I do.”
He laughs once more before beginning to strip you of your clothing. You've been so needy for him lately, you can’t even bother to stop him. You just allow him to completely undress you, leaving you bare and vulnerable under him on the bed.
“So fuckin’ pretty,”
He wastes no time, pressing sloppy kisses wherever he can reach. He bites you in sensitive spots, and soothes them with a long lick. Then he spreads your thighs, spitting on your warm center and using his long fingers to smear it all over.
Before you can do anything else, Patrick leans in and nips at your bottom lip so hard, it draws blood. You let out a pathetic whine that has him leaking more precum in his boxers. He pulls away and watches as the blood oozes from the bite mark on your swollen lip.
“I want it. I want to taste you.”
He surprises you by leaning down between your thighs and beginning to devour you. You had been so sure that he meant the blood, and you were very pleasantly surprised. He eats you messily, like a dog starving for a juicy steak. Your eyes roll back as he keeps sucking on your clit. You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening so fast.
“You taste so delicious. Better than I could have ever imagined.” His voice comes out huskily, with a hint of possessiveness. “I’m going to devour you, dollface. And you’ll never want anyone else.”
True to his word, Patrick continues to lap at you so messily. His tongue runs up and down your folds, collecting the juices that dribble from your pussy. Then back up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. You claw at his back as you come undone violently. Stars dance in your vision as you cry out his name, and Patrick continues to eat you out until you’re a mess on the bed.
He sits up on his knees, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. Then he stares down at you, with your lips parted, your face flush and that blood still oozing from your wound. He cups your chin and smears the blood all over the bottom half of your face.
“You look good like this, doll. You look like you belong to me.”
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warnings: smut, lewd themes, descriptions of sex, oral sex, sort of left gender neutral but could be read as fem reader I guess?, some impact play
pairings: Collie Parker x Reader, Hank Olson x Reader, Peter McVries x Reader, Billy Stebbins x Reader!
a/n: Part two will include Harkness, Garraty, Baker and Barkovitch! tagging my wonderful bestie @risretrograde for helping me with this and letting me talk about the god-awful names of some sex positions.
dividers by: @/strangergraphics
Collie Parker:
Lotus, missionary of all different kinds, and 69
Collie wants to be close and have that sweet connection with you. He wants to be able to see the look on your face as it contorts with pleasure.
He’s big on giving you lots of kisses, pushing your hair out of your face, cupping your cheeks as he thrusts so deeply into you.
Another favorite thing of his about these types of positions is that he can wrap your legs around him, pulling him even deeper and closer to you.
He’s also a big fan of throwing your legs over his shoulders and pounding into you recklessly. He has a hard time lasting whenever he does this.
If you want to be on top, he won’t mind. As long as you’re close enough for him to kiss and touch. He wants to be so fucking close.
Sometimes he’ll want to do doggy or prone bone, but he’s much more interested in fucking you in ways that allow him to witness every little noise and reaction you make.
With 69, it allows him to enjoy the taste of you while you blow him. Collie is actually pretty weak for blowjobs, but he doesn’t try to ask for them too much. He’s not a greedy man(just kidding, when it comes to you, he can be pretty damn greedy about your affections)
Catch him just watching his cock get swallowed up by your little hole. He gets turned on being able to see that, and it literally drives him insane to see how you take him so well.
Hank Olson:
You on top, anything involving being tied up, spooning
Hank does have a good amount of energy he needs to let out sometimes. So he enjoys having you on top where he can just fuck up into you, making you moan just for him. There’s a sort of high he gets from this.
Sometimes he gets too much into his own head for his own good, so you may need to bring in some sensory aids. Tie him up, touch him all over, even blindfold him. Hank isn’t against this, and in fact, it helps him build stamina.
Something he really enjoys is when you’re all sleepy and he’s just come to bed, and he can spread your legs and slide into you from behind. He enjoys being able to hold you close like this.
With you on top, he gets to watch you bounce on him. It drives him crazy sometimes when you use him for your own pleasure, because he knows he’s the one making you feel this good.
If you’re the one tied up, he may get a little too excited for his own good. Seeing you there, helpless on the bed, it’s going to make his cock throb with need. He’ll climb on top of you and tease you endlessly, only to blow his load quickly by the time he fucks you.
Hank likes missionary too. He likes pushing your thighs up to your chest, pounding into you deeply. He loves the way he can make you moan and whine just for him. But if you want something slow, he can do that for you.
Hank likes to bring toys into the bedroom too. He’s just rarin’ to rip, ya know? He just wants to make you feel so good. The way your cheeks get all flushed, your eyes screw shut and you’re begging for him to keep going, or to turn up the intensity with the toy, it drives him insane.
Spooning is one of his favorites because he adores holding you close to him. It gives him a sense of security, a sense of closeness and connection that he always dreamt of having with someone else. And the way his cock reaches so deep inside of you but it’s somehow tighter? That’s heaven for him.
Peter McVries:
Reverse cowgirl, prone bone, bulldog
Pete has a thing about seeing you bounce up and down on his cock. And he loves to watch your ass with each deep thrust. It’s not his fault if reverse cowgirl gives him the perfect view of this.
Just like Collie, he loves to see his cock be swallowed up by your perfect little hole. It’s intoxicating, just seeing him sliding in and out of you and you’re making those little noises that he loves so much.
Prone bone helps him feel closer to you. But it’s also the position that has him nearly cumming. It’s just too tight, too good. The way you tremble under him has him trying to stave off his orgasm.
Bulldog gives him the advantage of being able to plow into you like crazy. He likes to be a little rough with you sometimes, but not enough to hurt you. He just likes when you’re fucked stupid.
If you were to praise him while he fucks you, it would make him go crazy. If you were to talk dirty, that would maybe make him cum a little too quickly.
He’s big on being able to thread his fingers through your hair, pulling you back so you’re close to him. The scent of your shampoo or perfume will give him such a high while he’s balls deep inside of you.
He likes missionary too, especially when he’s feeling a little more sentimental. He’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear, making you shudder and whine just for him. He wants to hear you moan, and he’ll encourage you to say things too while he’s deep inside of you.
If you were to bend over for any reason, it may get him going. He can’t help that he enjoys having you in that position. He might come over and smack your ass, making you groan softly. He’s not too proud to beg either.
Billy Stebbins:
Full nelson, chokehold with his arm wrapped around you, face-fucking and face-sitting
He knows he’s fit, so he’ll use it during sex. He can easily hold you up, and fuck into you. Trust me, Billy is obsessed with moving you around like you are his own little fuck toy.
The size difference between you and him will fucking get to his head. Seeing his large hands on your body while he undresses you will make him dizzy. Once he gets you into position, he’ll be completely weak for you.
He’s into prone bone too, as it allows him to just collapse on top of you once it’s done. He’s careful not to crush you though, he knows his own strength.
Having you bent over the arm of the couch, pounding into you from behind, that’s the best way to spend a “lazy” afternoon with Billy.
Full nelson gives him the total control he wants, and he knows you enjoy it too. Especially when you give him the okay to go rougher and harder. It’s heaven to have you be boneless in his hold.
Sometimes when he’s completely pent up, he’ll pound into you from behind and wrap one of his big arms around you. He’ll whisper the filthiest things in your ear, making you tremble. Holding you like this, having you so close is the ultimate thing to make him feel more calm.
Sit on his fucking face and shut that cryptic man up. Just sit right there and let him pleasure you completely. He’s obsessed with tasting you, and he will spend hours under you if you let him. He wants to feel your thighs clenching around his head.
On the other side of things, Billy is quite obsessed with fucking your mouth. He’s pretty well endowed and he knows it’ll take some practice to get there, but he loves the way you get all drooly and messy when he fucks your mouth.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, oral sex(fem receiving), slight dub con, overstimulation, all characters are 18+, Harold is pathetic
word count: 1.3k
pairings: Harold Lauder x Fem!Reader
summary: you know he's a virgin, and yet you want to give him a chance to show you that he can please you...only Harold takes it a little too far
a/n: thanks to me watching Mrs. Fletcher and getting even more horny for Owen Teague, but also thanks to @risretrograde for always helping me stay inspired!!!
dividers by: @/strangergraphics
Falling in love with Harold had been fairly easy, but easing into his inexperience was something else. He was always so hesitant and awkward about kissing you or touching you. But he wanted to be with you intimately. He dreamt about it, fantasized about it. Every time he got hard, he was thinking about how he finally could get with you.
Even if life in Boulder wasn’t what you expected, you and Harold clung to one another to appease the adjustments you were intended to take on. Finding each other, feeling things so deeply together…it all came with the territory when it came to being with Harold.
And tonight, he couldn’t hold back. He couldn’t hold back his desire for you, couldn’t hold back his love for you.
When you entered his room, he fell to his knees in front of you. Because of his tall frame, his head nuzzled against your stomach and he moaned pathetically. When he looked up at you with those wet eyes of his, you could tell that he was feeling so needy.
“Can I—fuck, can I taste you? Please, please…I’ll be a good boy.” Harold whines, nuzzling against your crotch this time.
Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes lock. Harold was looking at you like you were the only thing that even mattered in this world, and to him, you were the only true thing that mattered. He lets out another whine, mouthing at your crotch. You can feel the heat pooling deep inside of you, making your clit engorge as you get even more turned on.
“You…want to taste me?” You ask, wanting to clarify his intentions.
His eyes roll back and he nods. “Yes, yes please.”
He helps you onto the bed, your thighs spreading with ease. You look down at him, on his knees for you. You feel extremely desired in this moment. Hard not to be when Harold Lauder was a virgin who was starved for touch and affection. His hands rub your thighs before he unbuttons your jeans.
When you’re finally on the bed, bare to him, he climbs onto the bed with you. His long body stretches out behind him and you reach down to smooth the hair out of his face. He’s practically purring as he leans into your touch. Harold lets out a moan when he leans in to take a whiff of your heady scent.
“Y-you’re really letting me…lick your pussy?” He questions, his voice nearly cracking. “I-I haven’t—I’ve never…but I’ve watched porn!” He smiles shyly. “Just please, tell me what I’m doing wrong. Guide me.”
And then he parts your thighs even more, and he presses a gentle kiss to your mound. You were expecting something more feral and rough, considering he said he watched porn. But he was taking his time, and it was making you leak even more slick than usual.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” He whispers before letting his tongue slide up through your folds. He purposefully avoids your clit, earning a whine from you.
Harold subconsciously puffs out his chest from the whine you just made. He continues to lick through your folds, sucking on them softly. When he pulls away, he kisses your clit so gently. You squirm to try and get closer to him, but he pulls away even more. His eyes are wet with tears from the overwhelming sensation of being able to bring you so much pleasure.
When Harold dives in once more, he’s a bit more clumsy with his movements. The taste of you has gotten to his brain, and down to his cock. He reaches down to adjust his cock in his jeans, but he’s immediately drawn back into the taste and scent of your cunt. He looks up at you while swirling his tongue around your clit, and he realizes he’s already hooked to licking you.
“Oh fuck, Harold…” you moan.
And boy, does Harold preen at this praise. He knows he’s doing good, but he’s losing his momentum a bit. He continues to swirl his tongue around your clit, and then goes down to dip it into your entrance to taste you straight from the source. It’s like heaven to have your thighs clenching around his face.
“Need more,” he groans. His long fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, pulling you even closer. His face is pressed up against your pussy, lewdly lapping at you.
You whine, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair. Harold moans against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations coursing through you. You can feel your orgasm building so fast, and you’re left panting and mewling. Before you can even properly warn him, the pleasure comes crashing over you. Waves of bliss wash over you, leaving you numb and euphoric.
But Harold isn’t done. He’s far from done. He’s just made someone else cum for the first time in his life, and he is riding that high.
“Please,” he mumbles against your pussy. “Please, please please please please…”
You’re so blissed out, you can barely understand what he’s even begging for. But when he begins to suckle on your clit, you begin to have some semblance of what this is all about. You whine in your overstimulated state, trying to pull away. But Harold has his fingers dug into your thighs, keeping you close. With his hold on you, you have nowhere to go.
He slurps obscenely at your cunt, drinking you up completely. Every little drop of your juices has him reeling. He begins to grind against the mattress, his cock leaking in his boxers. The more he laps at you, the more you leak into his mouth, the more his cock throbs. And the bed is the perfect thing to keep him going, even though he knows he’s about to cum. A few more thrusts of his hips, and he’s spilling into his pants with a muffled moan. You whine his name as the vibrations run through your clit.
“So fuckin’ close,” you tug on his hair. Harold moans.
He sucks on your clit, flicking his tongue against your bundle of nerves. Another violent orgasm crashes over you, and you’re crying out once more. Harold’s name slips from your lips as you ride out such an intense high. When you slump down on the bed, Harold doesn’t pull away.
“I want more,” he mewls. “More of your pussy.”
You don’t even know how you can handle even more, but you’re almost too weak to push him away. Harold’s cock twitches in the mess that’s in his boxers when he continues to suck and lick your pussy, trying to clean you up with his tongue.
“So fucking good. Please, please…please always let me do this.” He looks up at you, his eyes wet with tears again. “Please?”
You let out a breath and nod. Harold smiles in a lovesick way, leaning back down to kiss your clit. But the more he presses kisses to your clit, the more he gets riled up to continue eating you out. He can’t stop, he’s just tasting you over and over and it’s driving him nuts.
“Harold,” you whine breathlessly. “Please, I need a break.”
But it’s like he can't even hear you. He slurps obscenely, making lewd noises. His eyes are closed, rolled back as he humps the bed pathetically. And he brings you over the edge, along with himself. Before he can continue, you gently push his face away.
“Please…please…a break.”
He laughs softly, sitting up on his knees. His pants are messed up from the two orgasms, but he doesn’t mind. His lips are wet from eating you out, and his eyes are glazed over. Then he crawls closer to you, holding you in his arms.
“Thank you. Was I a good boy?” He inquires, his voice hoarse.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, oral sex, roughness, once again left sort of gender neutral but could be read as fem reader if you'd prefer, some impact play
pairings: Richard Harkness x Reader, Ray Garraty x Reader, Art Baker x Reader, Gary Barkovitch x Reader
a/n: part two is here! I hope I did justice with these characters! tagging my sweet bestie @risretrograde for once again having my back and literally laughing at some of the worst fucking sex position names out there with me. PART ONE HERE
dividers by: @/strangergraphics
Richard Harkness:
Cunnilingus/fellatio/oral, standing sex, bent over the counter or any surface, classic missionary
He’s a munch/cock sucker and he knows it, you know it, everyone knows it. He loves to pleasure you in any way he can. Having you spread out on the bed, shuddering beneath him as he uses his mouth to make you see stars is the best way to start or end the day.
On the flip side of things, if you get on your knees and blow Richie, he’s going to melt. He can barely keep himself upright. He probably needs to sit down or lean against a wall as you take him deep down your throat.
Sometimes when he comes back from the gym and he’s all pent up, he’ll push you up against the wall and take you right then and there. Those muscles aren’t for nothing, they are there to hold you up while he pounds into you.
Even sometimes when he’s just going about his day and he sees you wearing something he finds sexy, he’s going to be pinning you up against the wall and calling you a tease before completely blowing your mind.
Harkness also enjoys something more comfortable like spooning, something where he can pull you close and touch you all over. He’s into comfortable and cozy sex as well and not just a man who is rough with everything.
Though if you catch him in the right mood, he may just bend you over and pull down your pants to fuck you. He enjoys bending you over the counter when you’re doing something like dishes, or bending you over the edge of the bed when you’re folding clothes.
Something about the domesticity of you doing these actions gets to him and drives him wild. There you are, doing something so mundane, but it makes him imagine the life you two could have together and he gets rock hard.
When he’s feeling a bit more intimate, he just wants to wrap your legs around him and pump into you. This way, he can kiss you, kiss your chest and neck. He can touch you all over. And of course, he’s going to want to have that eye contact.
He’s obsessed with you on top because then he can have your chest in his face. He’ll eagerly kiss and lick and bite at your chest while pumping up into you. He literally just goes wild for this.
Also having you on top makes him very happy because he also has the ability to control the thrusts, but he can also let you take charge too. Whatever mood he’s in, this is the right answer.
A lot of the time, Ray enjoys being able to just make out with you and grind against you. The two of you often end up on his bed, dry humping one another as you make out. Ray will end up cumming in his pants, and while this used to bother him, now he’s not too embarrassed.
He’s whipped for you, honestly. The first time you have sex, he just cannot believe that he gets to be the one inside of you. He becomes obsessed with having you on top as well, and he finds that to be his favorite.
Whenever he gets a bit pent up or he has a lot of anger inside of him, he may want to do something like doggy where he can pull you back onto his cock over and over and just stuff you full of his cum. He’ll pull your hair, spank your ass and call you names.
Another one of Ray’s favorites is mating press. He enjoys being able to reach so deep inside of you, and he loves being able to reach that spot that has you seeing stars as well.
Let him fuck your chest, please. Let him slide his cock against your soft skin. He’s just someone who’s obsessed with chests, and the way you look too whenever he’s on top of you like that, it drives him crazy.
He’s big on being able to kiss you whenever he’s fucking you, so you can expect him to cup your cheeks and pull you in for the sloppiest kiss. Or something soft and slow whenever he’s feeling more intimate and sentimental.
(pretend this is just a gif of Art Baker cause I cannot find one of just him...maybe it's for the best that I can't anyway...)
Art Baker:
Missionary, cowgirl, bent over oral sex, mutual masturbation, cum eating
Is he religious? Hell yeah! Is he kind of a freak? Oh of course. But he’s still a sweetheart through and through, and your consent means a lot to him. He would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with.
He’s not opposed to making you cum into his mouth, and he’s very much into being able to taste every little bit of you. You can see him licking his lips and fingers even a while later, and you just know he’s enjoying your taste.
He loves being close to you, and he’ll hold you close as he pumps into you. If you want it rough, he will pound into you. But really, Art is big on being able to hold you while he makes love to you.
He’s a bit nasty and will steal your underwear. He enjoys the scent of you, and of course that wonderful taste of you. Art tries to keep it a secret, but when you ask him about your underwear that’s missing, he can’t hide the smirk on his face.
Bend over the edge of the bed and he will make you see stars using his mouth alone. The sight of you in such a compromising position will make him rock hard, and he loves being able to make you cum using his mouth alone.
Sometimes, he just wants to lay with you and jerk off. Feel free to join him. He’ll find it extremely hot and he gets a good idea of how you liked to be touched and stimulated.
Get on top of him during sex and he’ll reach over for his box of cigarettes. The glow of the cigarette tip gives him this very mysterious vibe, and you’ll be even more turned on this way. He’ll offer you a drag too while fucking up into you.
If you blow him and make a big show of swallowing his cum, he’ll stay hard. The sight of you enjoying his taste is definitely something that stays in his mind for ages and he’ll use that as something to think about while he jerks off.
Gary Barkovitch:
Doggy style, pile driver, butterfly position, any type of spooning
He’s always a little rough with you, so doggy style is the perfect position to have you in. He can grab your hips, leaving bruises there. He enjoys being able to spank your ass too, and you won’t see his face as he blushes whenever he says something nasty.
If you’re a bit more adventurous, he’ll get you into the piledriver position. It’s something that takes a little finesse at times, but he’s going to be pretty sloppy and clumsy about it. Still, he rocks your world each time.
Sometimes, when he’s super vulnerable, he just wants to be deep inside of you and have his face buried in the crook of your neck. He may whine and beg you to never leave him whenever he’s in this mood.
When it comes to spooning, he enjoys sitting back on his knees while you straddle his lap from behind. With your thighs on him and him pumping into you, it’s heavenly for you. He’s able to touch you all over too.
The butterfly position is also something he really enjoys. Being able to grab you and drag you to the edge of the bed just to be able to penetrate you is a power move for Gary and it’ll give him such a high.
He enjoys making out too, so anything that has him able to kiss you and make out while you fuck is going to be pretty high on his lists of favorites.
Whenever you two are watching a movie, you can expect him to slide into you from behind. He’ll stimulate you first to get you nice and ready for him, and then he’ll just let you keep his cock warm this way.
Praise him, please. He’ll melt under your praise. He may not know what to say in response, but just know that you are doing a lot for his self-esteem. If you praise him while he’s going down on you, you can expect him to make you cum very hard.
i will literally devour any stebbins x fem reader smut that you write PLEASEEEEEE
warnings: smut, lewd themes, sort of set in TLW universe but not really???, could be OOC I was fucking scared to write Stebbins, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, some breeding kink if you squint, idiots in love, Billy is a farm boy lol, Stebbins family headcanons that exist in my head
word count: 1.8k
pairings: Billy Stebbins x Fem!Reader
summary: the longer you live in the same town as Billy, the harder you fall for him. he's just worried you'll find out he's a bastard and look at him differently...
a/n: thanks to all of my TLW and SK moots, as you all help me so much to push past my comfort zones and write fun stuff!
Billy Stebbins was a sweetheart. He could be quieter than most sometimes, just withdrawn inside himself. But with you, there was almost always a softness that trickled out. Everyone could see it too, but they never really made too many comments on it.
You had been in the community for a long time now, living just down the road from the Stebbins household, which consisted only of Billy and his mother, Rosalind. Both of them had been so charming and sweet to you since the moment you arrived in their town. Billy often did little things to help you out, but didn’t stick around for conversation most of the time.
Yet you couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
He was beautiful. Completely and utterly gorgeous. A lot of the girls in town were fawning over him, and while he wasn’t an asshole to them, he never showed them too much attention either as he didn’t want to lead them on.
Another thing was that he always seemed to be thinking of something. Lost in thought a lot of the time. Just thinking as he worked on the little farm that he and his mother kept. Sometimes you went over just to spend the afternoon with Rosalind, who was lonely herself. The two of you would be in the kitchen, swapping stories and trading recipes, when Billy would walk in. He’d give you a glance, but not say too much.
She said he was shy around new people, but he never really seemed to be too shy. He was devoted to her, this you could see. They had a very loving mother-son relationship, but there was something there too that seemed to put a strain on said relationship. You wanted to know what it was but you never pried. You never wanted to make things awkward.
And after some time, you fit right into the community. You fit right in with the people in your neighborhood…and especially, you fit right in the hole in Billy Stebbins’ heart.
He longed to finally make a move, but couldn’t find the right words to say so. He tried smiling around you more, but he felt unsettled by this. Not that smiling was bad, because he sure did smile around others, it’s just that he thought maybe you’d find him extremely weird if he continued to flash you his smile over and over.
Yet he never knew that you were swooning over every single smile that he flashed your way. He never knew how you’d lay in your bed at night, replaying every conversation and thinking about the lovely smile.
He’d come along with you when you ran errands. He enjoyed being around you. And really, he was always a big help. The more the two of you began to speak and get to know each other, the more you could see parts of him shining through. He was hiding something, and maybe it was something painful that he wasn’t sure if he could trust you with just yet.
One afternoon, you’re sitting in the Stebbins’ household kitchen, sipping on a fresh lemonade made by Rosalind. She sits with you, lighting up a cigarette. She exhales for a long moment before she grins at you.
“You’d be good for my Billy,”
This causes you to nearly choke on your sip. “H-huh?”
She leans closer. “I’m serious. He talks to you more than any other woman around. He sees you, and you see him. He needs stability like you in his life.”
Before you can even answer, in walks Billy. He grabs a teatowel hanging off the stove and wipes his face before sitting with you and his mother. He gives her a little scolding look and she shrugs.
“Thought you quit,”
She smiles sheepishly before ashing out the cigarette in a pretty well used ashtray. “Old habits…”
There’s a bit of tension in the air, then Billy looks at you. He notices the flushed look on your cheeks. You seem nervous too, which makes him curious. He thinks he has an idea about what you and his mom were just talking about, but he doesn’t want to make any assumptions either.
“You know, Billy…” his mom leans closer. “I was just thinking about how you ought to get married.”
Billy sees how you seem to want to shrink in your seat. “This topic again?”
She folds her arms over her chest. “It’s about time you found someone to settle down with! I want grandbabies, you know?”
Something seems to snap inside of him. “Oh like settling down was really your idea when you were with my father.”
He gets up so fast, knocking over his chair. When he leaves the room, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His mother is muttering apologies to you, but you quiet her and give her a hug. She clings to you, the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I always thought he’d forgive me for that…”
You don’t know what she means by that, but you end up finding out about it the next time you spend time with Billy.
The next time you see him, it’s during the evening. It’s cool and mild outside, but in the house, it’s a bit tense. He’s finishing up the dishes when you knock. A gruff voice tells you to come in, and you slip in through the screen door. The sound of it closing behind you causes you to jump.
“Mom’s not here, if that’s why you were comin’ over.”
You shake your head even if he’s back to you. “N-no, I came to see you.”
He turns around and you can see the anger and frustration written all over his face. You wonder what might have triggered this. Your heart sinks when you think about what happened the last time you were here.
“Come to laugh at the bastard, huh?”
This catches you off guard. You knew that Billy’s father wasn’t in the picture, of course, but that never bothered you. You loved both him and Rosalind. And if you were being honest with yourself, you had developed very strong feelings for Billy. Knowing that she would be okay with you marrying her son, it made you ecstatic.
“No, of course not. That doesn’t bother me,”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Doesn’t bother you? Then why have you been avoiding me?”
You swallow hard. “Didn’t think you wanted me around.”
Now he feels guilty. He hadn’t made an effort to check in on you since the last time you were here. He had been too upset, too worried that maybe you knew about his little secret. But seeing that surprised look on your face had really cemented that no, you hadn’t known. And you were coming here…to see him. It didn’t matter to you that he was a bastard.
He steps closer, cupping your chin. He tilts your head so your eyes can lock and you can see just how much he feels guilty about the situation.
“I should have told you,” he whispers. “I never met him, my father. My mom says it was sort of a fling thing, but she seems to think of him fondly sometimes.”
You place your hand on his. “I’m sorry, Billy. That must have been tough to deal with growing up.”
“It was, but…I won’t be the same kind of man as he was. I won’t walk out on my family.”
He then leans in and captures your lips with his. Your heart flutters in your chest, and you move closer to him. Suddenly, the passion in the kiss augments and you’re both kissing each other like you need it more than air.
He doesn’t hesitate to push you onto the kitchen table, making a cup clatter to the ground. You both look down at the mess on the floor, but it’s soon forgotten in favor of more kisses. Deeper kisses, that leave you feeling like your body is on fire with need for Billy.
He hitches up your dress, placing himself between your thighs. You can feel how hard he is through his pants, and he keeps grinding against you as his tongue rubs against yours. Everything feels so intense right now, and you aren’t about to pull away for just anything.
“Need you,” he whispers hotly. “Can I—”
“Yes, yes! Please.”
He doesn’t need any more confirmation than that. He pushes your panties aside and rubs his fingers through your soaked folds. Easily he finds your clit, and rubs it slowly but firmly. You’re already shaking with need.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he groans as he captures your lips with his again. “Always thought you were out of my league.”
You whine as he presses one finger into you. “Never think that, Billy. I—I love you.”
He kisses you again, deeper than before. His finger crooks inside of you, pulling you closer to your edge. The way he takes such good care of you like this, you know he loves you just as much as you do him. It takes very little for him to make you come undone, and the way you whine his name has his cock throbbing.
Before long, he has his pants pulled down and he’s teasing you with the leaking head of his cock. He presses it against your entrance, then slides it through your slick lips. It feels like heaven to finally do all of this with you. With a thrust of his hips, he’s pushing fully into you.
“F-fuck,” you whine.
He smirks but it falters as he bottoms out. He’s panting now. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”
He takes his time building up to a comfortable pace, all while trying to stave off his own orgasm. You feel so good, you look like an angel, spread out on the kitchen table like this for him. Your pussy wraps around him so perfectly, he never wants to pull out. All the while, neither one of you has thought about putting on a condom.
“Come with me,” he moans against your lips. His thumb finds your clit with ease.
The coil in your stomach tightens and you swear you see stars dancing in your vision as you get pulled over the edge along with Billy. He lets out a loud grunt as he begins to spill inside of you, the clenching of your walls milking him. Then he slows to a complete stop and looks down at you like you are the most precious person.
“I love you too,” he finally murmurs. “I should have said something a while back but I—”
You interrupt him with a kiss. “No need to worry about that. I love you.”
He helps you get cleaned up and you both straighten your clothing. He slides a little box across the table to you, and when you open it up, you notice it’s the pretty ring you always see Rosalind wearing. You look at him, partly confused.
“Mom wanted me to propose to you, and I’m shit with this kind of thing. So…?”
You laugh and he slides the ring on your finger. “I’ll marry you, Billy Stebbins.”
warnings: smut, lewd themes, threesome, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, Ray is such a fucking mess in this, Pete is taking the lead, this is all smut and no fucking plot whatsoever!
word count: 0.8k
pairings: Peter McVries x Fem!Reader x Ray Garraty
a/n: THIS IS A HOLD ME BACK BY THE WAY!!!!! holy shit, I am so turned on by these two men and I'd do anything to pleasure them and have them pleasure me!!!!
“Awhh, ain’t she a peach?” Peter McVries coos, pulling you closer to him as he wrestles you onto the bed.
Ray Garraty can only watch, stunned and speechless, for a few minutes as he gets his bearings. There you were, on the bed, naked and with the two of them. He had thought maybe you were joking around when you said you’d gladly be sandwiched between the two of them. But here you were…naked and willing.
You moan out Pete’s name as he begins to press kisses down your body, spreading you open for the two of them to enjoy. You were already wet and glistening, practically begging for either one of them to touch you. And with the way McVries was trying to devour you, even before reaching your pussy, you were sure you were in for a long night of pleasure.
“Don’t you wanna taste her, hm?” Pete teases Ray, making the heavier man come closer.
Ray surprises you with a sweet kiss, which only makes Pete coo at the two of you in a mocking tone. But it’s not malicious. In fact, the kiss makes his cock throb in his pants. With Ray now on top of you, Pete presses his erection against Ray’s ass. Ray grunts against your lips, leaving you breathless and enamored by the two of them.
“Fucking gorgeous, the two of you.” Pete moans as he continues to grind his cock against Ray’s ass.
“You’re one to talk,” Ray quips. “You should see yourself.” He looks over his shoulder at his lover.
Ray goes back to kissing you, but this time it’s sloppier and hungrier. His tongue penetrates your mouth, and he moans as he Pete continues to basically dry fuck him. It all feels so good, in fact…it feels too good. Ray realizes how his own cock is throbbing and leaking copious amounts of precum in his boxers.
“We better slow down, darling.” Pete teases you this time. “Ray’s about to combust.”
You giggle. “I think he’s about to bust.”
Ray groans in annoyance, flopping down on the bed on his back. This gives you the perfect opportunity to begin undressing him. Despite the fact that at times he can be insecure about his build, you never let him feel that way. With you and Pete, Ray feels like the most beautiful man in the world. And to the two of you, he truly is so fucking gorgeous.
“Oh look at this, Pete.” You moan softly, taking Ray’s cock into your hand. “He’s so hard.”
Pete unbuckles his own belt, freeing his throbbing erection from the confines of his boxers. “Think you can handle us both?”
You smirk and take his cock into your hand too. As you begin to stroke them both with eagerness, Pete leans in to begin kissing Ray. You can’t keep your eyes off of them, and you feel yourself growing even more aroused.
Ray leans closer, his fingers spreading your puffy folds. He continues to kiss Pete, his own hips bucking into your hand. And when he pushes one of his fingers into you, he groans against his lovers’ lips. The scene was growing a bit too erotic for the three of you, so you all pulled away for a moment to catch your breath.
It’s Pete who kisses you lovingly this time, making you gasp. His fingers join Ray’s and the two of them are toying with your wet pussy. Your hands nearly falter as they stimulate you so perfectly. And then they go right back to making out.
Ray’s the first to whimper about needing to cum. You pull your hand away from each man, and Ray makes his way on top of you. He spreads your thighs completely, and Pete begins to play with your breasts.
“She’s so ready for you, man.” He coaxes Ray. “Go on, fuck her.”
Ray doesn’t need to hear much more. He pushes himself into you, hissing at the sweetness of your tight little cunt. He lets out the cutest little whine as he finally bottoms out. And with that, Pete gets behind him and begins to press his fingers into Ray’s cute little puckered hole.
“Let’s see if we can get him to be so fucked out, he can’t think of anything but your sweet pussy and my cock.” Pete challenges.
Ray whines once more, shuddering as he continues to thrust into you. The added pleasure of Pete’s fingers brushing up against his prostate has him teetering right on that edge. And when he’s about to cum, Pete pulls away, leaving Ray a begging mess.
But Pete is good to comply. He slides into Ray with ease, making the man who’s balls deep inside of you roll his eyes back and let out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard. Ray is in heaven, right between his two lovers. And you aren’t going to complain either, especially not when Pete has plans for you right after he fucks Ray stupid.
warnings: smut, lewd themes, could be set in a non-virus AU but there are mentions of being in Boulder, all characters are 18+, some jealousy and other things mentioned, Harold is a perv so what do you expect???
a/n: tagging my sweet bestie @risretrograde who helps fuel my love for Harold.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
The first few times you have sex, you’re going to need to give Harold the aftercare. He’s going to be shaking, out of breath, unsure of himself completely. He just came so fast, and he’s figuring you’re probably going to leave him now. His stomach will twist in shame.
Give him kisses, whisper soft words of encouragement, bring him some water and clean him up with a warm washcloth.
Eventually, the more Harold has sex, the more he’ll become confident. And soon, he will know how to give you the aftercare you need. It’ll probably be an amalgamation of the two of you taking care of one another.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Harold doesn’t really like any part of his body, other than his mind. He knows he’s smart, and he knows he’s clever(even when people call him a know-it-all or a smart ass). It’s his brains that charmed you, his words that wooed you. So if he had to pick a body part that he prefers, it’s definitely his brain.
On you? Your tits, your stomach, your legs, your arms, your eyes, your smile…the list goes on. He’s not picky at all. He loves everything about you. Though if he was being honest, yeah maybe it’s your smile. The way he makes his heart do a little flutter in his chest every time, and the way you smile at him like he’s the only person in your life that matters, it makes him so happy.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Harold is into cumplay. Especially since he cums quick the first few times, so he’s really into fucking it back into you and smearing it all over your pussy lips with his still-hard cock. He also loves being able to cum all over you, and he’s not picky. He’ll cum on your face after you blow him, he’ll shoot a load all over your tits as well.
He’s also very obsessed with making you cum so much. He wants to make you squirt, and he’ll become obsessed with that too once he figures out how to make your squirt. He’ll drink it up, get it all over his face. He’s a messy boy and he’s happy about it.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Harold is the king of dirty secrets. He’s got too many to name, really. He enjoys the life of being a pervert, and he tries his best to keep it as secret as he can. Possibly one of his dirtiest secrets is that he spent some time imagining a threesome between you, him and Fran before he realized that it would most definitely never happen. And what’s worse is that he felt guilty after each time he jerked off to that fantasy, because he didn’t want you to feel like second best.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s got 0 experience. Nobody before you wanted to hook up with Harold “Whack-off” Lauder. But boy has he watched a lot of porn and read lots of dirty books and magazines. Yes, he’s clumsy as fuck and messy, but he’s eager and he definitely has an idea of what to do. He’s not going to let the fact that he’s never actually had any sex define how he is as a lover. He’ll think back to every video he’s watched(the real amateur ones, not the fake ones…even if he loves those ones too). He’s pretty good at asking you if things feel good, and he’s good with asking for consent and guidance as well!
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Honestly, Harold wants a position that allows him to see your face and to kiss you. So he’s big on anything that’s missionary, or you on top. The fact that he’s able to kiss you whenever sex gets a bit overwhelming with pleasure. He’s also big into sucking on your nipples, so he enjoys it when you’re on top and leaned over his face like that. It turns him on like nothing else. A few other favorites are prone bone, bulldog and of course, he’s huge on 69.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He can be a bit goofy at times, but that’s mostly due to nerves at first. He may say something funny without realizing or make a funny noise. But he likes to be fairly serious whenever he makes love to you or fucks you. Harold may grow to be a bit more funny in the moment whenever he gets more confident in his sex skills. He likes to see you laugh and then change that into a moan halfway through. It’s something he loves to see.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s not worried about grooming himself, unfortunately. He lets it grow a little wild, to be honest. His body hair is a bit darker than the hair on his head, and there’s a little sprinkling on his chest. He doesn’t have much in the torso area, but he does have a bit of a treasure trail that leads to the wild bush in his pants. If you prefer him to be shaved or trimmed, he will make an effort and do that just for you!
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Harold is very very very very very very very VERY intimate. He wants it to be just you and him in your little world. He wants to be completely enraptured in the pleasure of being with you, and inside of you, and his lips on yours. He will say sweet words, he’ll even recite poetry he wrote for you at times whenever he’s feeling very sentimental. It’s not his fault he’s a sensitive man, it’s just the way he ended up. Sometimes, he may get a bit more gruff and aggressive whenever someone has pushed his buttons a little too much.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He loves to jerk off. He spends a lot of his time jerking off, even if you are sexually active. In fact, Harold adores mutual masturbation or just jerking off in front of you to show off. And if you were to incorporate any kind of toys, he would probably go wild. He loves the simplicity of being able to jerk off and for it to be such a sexy act for the two of you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Harold loves a number of things. He’s easy to please when it comes to kinks too. Dress up in anything sexy(think leather or maid’s outfit) and he’s going to lose his mind.
He’s also very big on tying you up or you tying him up. Try silk scarves with him, he doesn’t want it to hurt too much. The sensation of silk on his body feels really good, and he’d be so into you jerking him off with a pair of silk panties.
He has a bit of a mommy kink too(he loves tits, and he loves them in any size). He wants someone to take care of him and to baby him a little. And if you’re open to it, he likes to be degraded too, but not too much as his ego is already pretty fragile and bruised.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Harold’s easy, he likes having sex in the bedroom. But he’s not opposed to some other spots for quickies. Want to fuck somewhere where you might get caught? Harold’s all for it! A bar bathroom? Yes please! Maybe on the couch right before someone comes to visit.
He also enjoys being able to fuck you in nature. Just out in the open, letting yourselves be immersed in the clean mountain air of Boulder. He probably wants to fuck in the ampitheatre, seeing the rest of the town down there and it just makes him feel like a fucking king.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
What doesn’t turn on Harold? He’s basically walking around with a half-chub constantly. He really can’t help it. Sometimes all it takes is for you to give him a sultry smile. Whisper in his ear(could even be something mundane) and the feeling of your warm breath on his skin makes him go hard. Even when you wear a new pair of boots(especially ones that make your legs look even the slightest bit longer), he’s going to be turned on. It really doesn’t take much to get him going, and sometimes it’s at the worst times and he curses himself for it.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Harold would NEVER want to do anything to really hurt you or degrade you. Water sports, scat or severe bondage or impact play would be off the table. He doesn’t mind spanking you, or pulling your hair, or choking you(all with consent of course), but anything that would truly hurt you, it’s off the table.
As for him, he wouldn’t want you to humiliate him too much. He doesn’t want to always be degraded and shamed for his sexual preferences. And he doesn’t want to be hurt too bad during sex either.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Harold Emery Lauder is a munch. He could eat pussy for hours. He will literally beg you to let him lick your pussy through and through. He wants to make you cum over and over so that he can taste your sweet juices. He finds pussy to be one of the most tasty things ever. He loves the taste of you almost anytime. He loves being between your thighs, and could happily spend an afternoon there if you allow him.
If you blow Harold, he will be immediately in love with you. The sight of you on your knees, his cock in your mouth and you’re taking him as deep as you can and you’re swallowing around him and oh fuckkkkk…yeah, let’s just say that Harold is a big fan of blowjobs. He tries not to be too greedy and ask for too many, but if you offer, he will not say no. He’s big on having his taint rubbed, his balls massaged and his cock deepthroated.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He tries so hard to be as slow and sensual as he can be, but the first few times, he’s gonna jackhammer into you like a dog in heat and finish within seconds. The more skill he develops, the more he takes it very slow and sensually. Though this is all depending on his mood at the time. If someone pisses him off and you’re there, offering your body as a way to blow off steam, he’s going to pound into you and call you names.
Most times, he enjoys having you on your back, him slowly pushing into you and your legs wrapped around him. He loves those moments because he can kiss you and tell you just how much he loves you and adores your wet pussy.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He loves quickies! He is a busy man after all, so he wants to fuck as much as possible. Before he goes to work with the body crew in the morning? Oh fuck, he’s sliding right into you and fucking you until you’re both panting and satisfied. Before a town meeting and you’re both almost a little late to it? Oh fuck yeah, Harold is plowing into you and making you cum so fast. He does prefer being able to take his time with you, and he will want to have sex in bed with you more often than he will want to have quickies. He’s just not someone who hates them at all.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He wants to experiment. He likes the idea of pleasuring you somewhere where someone could see or hear you. The way you try to bite your lip to keep quiet is something that is burned into his memory for a very long time. The idea of being able to push you past multiple orgasms is very fun for him too. He wants to experience all kinds of things with you, and he’s not against the riskiness.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He has barely any stamina the first few times he fucks, but Harold has very little refractory period. He can go for multiple rounds, and while they are quick at first, the more he fucks, the more he gains that stamina. Pretty soon, he’s going to last for a very long time and he will probably overstimulate you a lot. The lack of refractory period really helps him with that and he gets so proud whenever he thinks about how far he’s come with lasting during sex.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Harold would have a few toys. He wants to experiment, see what makes you feel the best. He loves using them on you. He’ll get vibrators, and plugs(if you’re into that kind of thing), and of course anything to bind you to the bed. He also loves being able to use a detachable shower head on your clit(he knows this isn’t a sex toy per se, but it’s a toy for him to use on you). If you bring a toy into the bedroom(a pocket pussy or a fleshlight), he will go fucking crazy. If you were to jerk him off using a sex toy like that, he’d cum so fast and so hard. He loves using toys and he doesn’t feel like they make him any less of a man.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Once again, this is dependent on his mood. Most of the time, he likes to think he can tease you, but the minute you really start to beg him, he crumbles. Sometimes, if he’s pent up or angry, he’ll edge you until you’re crying and only then will he allow you to cum. Harold likes when you tease him a lot too, and he very much enjoys being edged.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s so fucking loud, it’s embarrassing to him. He can’t hold it back most times either. So whenever you two are trying to be a bit more risky, he has to shove his face in the crook of your neck or to kiss you to keep himself quiet. He’s a whimperer and a moaner, but he’s been known to grunt and groan too. Harold will even let out some very embarrassing high-pitched noises whenever you edge him or overstimulate him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Before you two became a couple, he actually jerked off in a pair of his own underwear and gave it to you without you knowing. It was in a bag full of books and snacks, and it was shoved way down there. You’ve confronted him about it later on in your relationship, and he grew hard when you said you enjoyed the little surprise. There was something so thrilling about doing that and he would definitely love to recreate a scenario like that with you.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Harold is lanky, and long-limbed. He has some lean muscle definition, but he’s not jacked or anything. His cock is about 6 inches, and while not the longest, it’s got a very good girth to it. The first time you saw it, your eyes widened a bit and he tried to hide himself.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
The highest. Ever. He’s almost constantly horny and he tries to reel it in, but it’s very hard for him to do so. He thinks about sex a lot. Even in the most romantic moments. He loves your body, and he loves to be able to ravish you as much as possible.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Harold has a hard time falling asleep the first few times, especially with his nerves all a little frazzled. But eventually, he grows comfortable. Once you’re both taken care of after sex and you’re cuddling, he nods off within minutes. He likes to be close to you and the scent of you and your softness has him lulled into a sweet slumber.
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