More Holden Ford NSFW Headcanons (18+)
One horny motherfucker. The horniest actually. He has such a high libido, you’re sure it’s from all his years of being a virgin. He’s so pent up that every second of free time he gets, he’s sidled up to you, eyes gleaming dangerously
Holden can and will fuck anywhere. He fucked you in the back of the car that the FBI so kindly let them borrow for road school. He also fucked you in the front of it. When Bill leaves to buy smokes, and you two are left alone in the motel room, Holden takes every advantage. He’s on you immediately, pushing you down on the bed, bending you over the sink, pressing you against the wall.
You do things that exacerbate his horny for sure. He always blames it on you. “I’m like this because of you.” His number one turn on is you touching his hair. You could just be fixing it before an interview and he’s biting his lips and staring at yours. “Behave. You’re about to interview a serial killer.” “I can’t help it. It’s your fault.” It’s the same thing with his damn tie. You’ll fix it for him, and he’s just imagining you pulling him around by it.
Will just say horny thoughts out of absolutely nowhere. You’ll be watching a movie and he’s just “you know, you should wear your thigh high boots tonight.” “We’re not going out, though.” “I know.” Or “I was thinking about us trying a new toy” over breakfast and you choke on your cereal. “Holden! Jesus!” “What? 👁️👁️”
Wants to try everything at least once. He uses the excuse of “it’ll help me in my work if I know about different sexual experiences” but really he’s just a lil freak. He wants to be degraded. He wants to be in charge. He wants you to throw him onto his knees and do whatever you want with him. And then he wants to turn around and do the same to you.
In this same vein, wants to try roleplay with his handcuffs so badly. In his fantasy dream, he would fuck you against the interview table at any random prison, but obviously that’s not how that works. So he’ll settle for fucking you in the back of the car or in the basement at work when everyone’s left for the day.
Needs your praise and adoration but also wants a fair share of the degradation. He wants the “you’re so good baby. Such a good whore. That’s all you’re good for, pleasing me” type vibe.
Wants you to hit him. Spank him. Choke him. Slap him. Shove your fingers in his mouth and gag him. He wants it to hurt and then beg for more. He wants to see the bruises and markings the next morning and get horny all over again.
When it comes to you, however, he’s a little more timid. He’ll spank you if you want, choke you a little, but hitting you is off limits for him. “I don’t get hard from cracking you across the face!” “You do when I do it.” “… that’s different.”
If you wear any kind of lingerie for him, he’s obsessed. Red-faced, stuttering, hands not knowing where to sit. He’s staring at you, in complete disbelief that you’re this gorgeous and that this is all for him.
He almost too scared to take the lingerie off of you, scared it’ll rip. He knows it’s expensive and that you spent your hard-earned money on it. A lot of times, he’ll keep it on you and just work around it. BUT, if he’s the one buying you the lingerie? Babe, that is getting RIPPED OFF. He doesn’t give a fuck. He’s got a smirk plastered on his face, saying, “I’ll buy you more. Don’t worry.”
Literally begs you, I’m saying BEGS YOU, to sit on his face. It’s all he wants. Your thighs cover his ears and block out all the noise he’s so tired of. It turns his anxious brain off, just to lay there and be at your service. He could stay there for hours, licking up into you, moaning without a second thought, hands grasping your thighs so hard they leave bruises.
