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KENNY LACOS NSFW ALPHABET ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆

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18+ ,, includes smut!

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

i feel like he’s not the best at aftercare. but i think there will be times where he does try

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

his favourite body part of his is DEFINITELY his hands && his favourite body part of yours is your boobs. loves both boobs and ass but he LOVES tits.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

inside. if you aren’t on birth control and there’s no protection, he’ll probably cum on your stomach, thighs, or boobs (again, he loves them)

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

fantasies. he fantasizes A LOT, like- a lot. he’ll take those to the grave though

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he is definitely experienced. he knows what he’s doing and he’ll most likely keep in mind what gets you going

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

doggy. but maybe sometimes cowgirl if he’s feeling it. BUT HE LOVES DOGGY

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

i feel like he’s a bit of both but definitely more on the serious side

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

definitely groomed well! carpet 100% matches the drapes

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

he can be if there’s more than sex going on. like if it’s a long term relationship, it’ll be more passionate

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

whenever he can honestly. especially to the fantasies i mentioned earlier.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he has a lot so get ready. praise kink, possible breeding kink, mommy kink, overstimulation (mostly giving), and mayyybe a gun kink

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

HUGE SHOWER GUY! also in the back of the police car is another good place. but the classic bed is great too

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

honestly, i think he’s turned on pretty easily- really anything you do that he senses sexual undertones, he’s turned on

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything non-con, dub-con or even CNC. anything to do with that, is an immediate no. he will ask you multiple times during sex if you’re okay with what’s happening

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

he loves both but i think he loves receiving a tad more. but if you’ve had a long day and all, he’ll be more than happy to give

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

depends. again if it’s just sex and no relationship, he will be fast. if you’re in a relationship with him, he can sometimes be slow and romantic with you or it can be fast and rough. all depends on his mood

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he loves them. matter of fact, they probably do happen more often then full on sex

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

definitely. he’s definitely fantasized about fucking you some where in the station

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

if it’s full on sex, maybe 4-6 rounds possibly? he lasts quite a bit. 25-30 minutes

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t own them himself but if you own them, he’d definitely try them out on you. he has to feed that overstimulation kink

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

during quickies, he’ll barely tease but full on sex, it’s a lot of teasing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

not much. just a few grunts and heavy breathing. along with the usual dirty talk

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he has had fantasies about you possibly dominating him and wouldn’t mind if you did, but he’ll NEVER admit that. it goes to the grave with him

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

a little more than average? 7-8? somewhere around there, girth wise, not too skinny, not to thick. just right honestly

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

pretty high. like i’ve said a bunch, THE FANTASIES! he definitely has them often and if he can’t have you at the time, he will jerk off

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty quickly usually. he’s out like a light after that although he’s usually always gone by the time you wake up

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Costas Mandylor as Kenny Lacos x reader.

I did a collab w the amazing @costashoffman

Word count: 3.4k

Content: dubious consent, bondage, teasing, toys, squirting, car sex, the usual crap.

As you slip through the door of a store catered to just adults and their bedroom hobbies, your heart beats a little faster, not from fear, but from the thrill of what you're about to do. The aisles stretch out before you, filled with vibrators, dildos, plugs, various flavors and types of lube, cock rings, strap ons- anything anyone might need, was there.

You move with purpose, your eyes scanning the shelves for items that call out to you. You look around to ensure no employee is watching you, or that there aren’t any security cameras around to capture your thievery.

Each piece you select is slipped discretely into your bag, the weight of your burgeoning collection a tangible reminder of your daring. There's a rush in this act of rebellion, a feeling of power in taking what you've been told to leave untouched.

But as you prepare to walk out the front doors, you’re met with the sudden flash of blue and red lights through the store's windows.

The sound of officers entering the store, their voices authoritative and stern, freezes you in your tracks. They're here for you. You've been caught. The handcuffs click around your wrists, a cold, hard confirmation of your actions.

Yet, in this moment of capture, your mind races. You're not ready to give up, not ready to face the consequences of your actions. As the officers are momentarily distracted while speaking to the general manager, you see your chance. With a heart pounding in your chest, you make a split-second decision to run.

Your escape is a blur of adrenaline and desperation. The city streets become a maze, one you navigate with the single-minded goal of evading the officers behind you. The handcuffs, still secured around your wrists, are a constant reminder of the stakes. You dart through alleys, your breaths coming in sharp gasps, your legs pushing you further into the night.

Just as you think you've made a clean escape, the night takes another turn. Out of the shadows, a young officer named Kenny Lacos emerges, his determination mirrored in the set of his jaw and the focus in his eyes. You barely have a moment to react before he tackles you from the side, taking you down with a precision that speaks of his training and a resolve that's all his own.

The ground rushes up to meet you, the impact knocking the wind out of your chest. Kenny's grip is firm, his presence a solid weight that pins you to the pavement. The adrenaline that fueled your flight now mixes with a rush of fear and frustration. You're caught, truly caught, with no room left to run.

Kenny alerts dispatch that you’ve been caught, and he will take you down to the station. The young officer grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you to the ground, holding you by your wrists. Kenny reads you your Miranda Rights as he escorts you to his patrol car, the lights still flash.

You’re too embarrassed to respond, you merely nod at Kenny. You hold back tears from shame, and pain from landing on the cement, your face and arms are scraped and dirty.

The back door to Kenny’s patrol car was already opened, he guides you into the seat but he’s not gentle - you land against the seat with a thud.

You lift your legs in, feeling defeated, knowing there's no way out now. He slams the door shut, grabs your bag off the ground, and chucks it to the floor of the passenger side as he climbs in.

You wince in pain as the handcuffs securing your wrists together dig into your back. The hard plastic back seat of the patrol car is not very comfortable either. No matter how you tried to wiggle around and adjust yourself, something always hurt. Kenny glances back at you, a slight smirk resting upon his face.

"Is someone stuck?" Kenny asked teasingly, to which you respond by nodding and whimpering. Unbeknownst to you, when Kenny tossed your bag down, some of the items had fallen out. Biting his lip, Kenny knew just then what his plans were for you.

In the attempts to wiggle around and get comfortable, the black skirt that covers your thighs is hitched up just a little bit. A stinging pain covers the parts of your skin that made contact with the ground, only adding to your distress. The car takes a sharp, bumpy turn, and you look out the window to find you're in an empty lot.

He parks in the middle of the empty lot and sits silently, staring out the window. The seconds stretch to minutes as you grow more tense, wondering why you're in the middle of an empty lot.

"Umm, why are we stopped here?" You ask after about 3 minutes of growing silence. Slowly, he turns to face you, removing his seat belt as to move easier.

"Well, I have to think about making the punishment fit the crime.." he says, making eye contact with you, making it feel as though his blue orbs are staring into your soul.

"What do you mean?! Am I under arrest?"

"That depends. Would you rather have a theft charge on your record? Or work this out between us right now?"

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"Well, usually people steal things because they have a need, so I can only assume you need some kind of release."

"I... uhh...." Your eyes dart nervously from side to side, and you sigh because you can't deny that he's right.

Kenny can read you like a book. A sly grin spread across his face, looking at you in the backseat, helpless. He can sense your nervousness, and he takes it to his advantage. You're trapped there, your hands cuffed behind your back, your seat belt keeping you in place. Reaching his hand out, Kenny softly touches your thigh, causing you to gasp, his fingertips like magic on your smooth skin, suddenly sparking something inside you.

"Do you need a release?" He whispers, his fingertips dipping underneath the soft material of the garment that barely covers your thighs. Already feeling intoxicated just from his touch alone, you just stare at him and nod.

“Y-Yes.”

As the words escape your lips, admitting your desperate need for release, Kenny's eyes light up with eager anticipation. Kenny’s quick to reach for the bag of stolen items that had fallen to the floor of the car, and the grin spreads across his face as he rummages through its contents.

He sorts through the various sex toys nestled within the bag, each one a tantalizing promise of pleasure and satisfaction. After some moments of scanning the items, deciding what he wanted to use on you, Kenny selects a sleek vibrator from the array of items, its smooth surface cool to the touch as he holds it up for you to see. The toy he selected was average in length but very thick, dressed in blue silicone.

"Well, well, well," Kenny tuts, admiring the toy in his hand. "Looks like you came prepared for a little fun, didn't you?"

You can only nod in response. Your cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment. But despite your apprehension, there's a surge of excitement that courses through you. He exits the vehicle, only to join you in the back seat so he has easier access to you.

Kenny switches on the vibrator, its gentle hum filling the air of the car as he presses it against your throbbing clit. You gasp in pleasure as the vibrations send waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, your hips bucking instinctively against the toy.

Kenny leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You like that, don't you?“

You can barely nod as the pleasure courses through your body, the fact that you're handcuffed and held back by the seat belt only adding to your arousal. Unable to move, you can only sit there as Kenny presses the button, turning the power up another notch.

Gasping, you pull your hips up, increasing the pressure of the toy against your clit, a wet spot beginning to form on the front of your black panties. Your eyes are closed, and you're completely lost in the feeling as your legs begin to tremble. You're barely able to focus, the sound of your moaning and whimpering filling the air.

Sensing your approaching climax, Kenny chuckles as he withdraws the buzzing toy, much to your dismay.

"You thought I would let you get off that easy?" He says, switching the toy off and dropping it to the seat next to you.

"Please..." You beg, your eyes wide, squirming and writhing, pushing towards him with the desire for more pleasure.

He pushes on your chest right between your breasts and then moves his hand over to squeeze your left nipple hard over your shirt, which causes you to gasp.

"You're going to have to earn it, sweetheart," he purrs, his hand traveling down your body. His fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed. Just how he wants you.

"That's better," he whispers in your ear, his thick fingers grazing the inside of your bare thigh. You look over at him, still struggling against your restraints.

He picks up the toy and, without turning it on, slowly runs it up your thigh to your sopping opening. You're desperate to feel it inside you. As you slightly raise your hips up, he pulls it away from you.

"Be good," he asserts, "and I'll give you what you want."

Holding still, you gasp as he teases you with the tip for a few seconds. It's almost impossible to hold yourself still.

"Good girl..." he slowly slides it inside you, "hold still for me...." You look at him, your lip quivering, begging with your eyes.

You moan as the girth of the toy stretches you out. It's been a while since you've done anything. You feel fuller than you've felt in a fat minute. But he doesn't move it, just keeps still. The toy is deep, resting snug against your cervix.

Holding the thick toy deep inside you, Kenny hits the button, turning on the vibrations and sending shockwaves through your body. You squeal and try to move around, desperate for more. You need it so bad. But he doesn't budge. He just holds it inside you as it vibrates your core.

"Gah, fuck!" You moan loudly, throwing your head back. Kenny's free hand grips the soft flesh of your thigh hard, his fingernails leaving indents, preventing you from moving around as he relishes the site of you having to take whatever he gives you... You whine loudly, desperately needing some stimulation to your clit, but Kenny isn't giving in.

As Kenny pulls the toy out of you, you can't help but let out an aggravated groan of frustration. You feel so empty, desperate for more.

Kenny just watches you, relishing the power he holds over your pleasure. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he's enjoying every moment of it.

"Please, Kenny," you sob. "I need more. I need to cum so badly."

But Kenny only teasingly trails his fingers along your thigh as he savors the sight of you squirming beneath him.

"Not yet," He shakes his head, "You'll get to cum when I say so, and not a moment sooner."

With that, he reaches for the vibrator once again, but this time, he doesn't hold back. With a flick of his wrist, he turns it on to its highest setting, the intense vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. With his free hand, he teasingly dances over the sensitive skin of your clit with his fingers.

An almost sadistic looking smile spreads across his face as he watches your body shake. He is loving every bit of teasing you, of your reactions, and it shows.

"Fuck you!" You cry as he pulls the buzzing vibrator away once again.

Kenny chuckles as he sets the toy down and reaches over to unbuckle your seat belt. The back of the police car is surprisingly roomy, so it's quite easy for him to rotate you on the seat and position himself between your legs. Your wrists are still cuffed behind your back, but he moves you with ease. His fingertips on one hand slowly graze your thigh as his other hand works to undo his pants.

"Do you want to cum?" He asks as he removes his stiff cock from the confines of his pants. You bite your lip at the sight of it. You can see it throbbing as he tightly grips the shaft. Your pussy twitches just looking at his thick cock, begging to feel it.

"Yes," you whimper, "I need it, please..."

Teasing your wet opening with the tip, he bites his lip as you raise your hips up, ready to take every throbbing inch of him.

"Be good," he says, his voice dripping with desire and passion, "and do what I say." He slides his length inside of you, making you gasp. It was a lot girthier than the toy.

"Fuck yourself on my cock," he purrs, holding his hips still. You roll your hips up and down, taking his entire length inside your dripping cunt. High pitched moans escape your throat as the tip hits that sweet spot perfectly every time.

"Good girl," Kenny groans, "fuck, so good...."

Kenny picks up the vibrator, turning it to a medium setting and places it against the sensitive bud. Crying out in pleasure, you move your hips faster, and he thrusts inside you to match your movements.

"Stop moving," he demands as he places his hand on your lower stomach, firmly holding you down to the seat as he begins to fuck you hard and fast. You feel your climax approaching, and you look at him with pleading eyes. He looks into your eyes as he turns the vibration to the highest setting, making you squeal loudly.

"Can i... can I cum?" You gasp, your legs shaking, your breathing shaky, your nipples so hard you feel like they could cut glass.

"You can cum," he whispers in your ear, "cum for me..."

The second he says that, you come unraveled, your body trembling violently. But he doesn't stop or even slow down, still fucking you deep and hard as he holds the vibrating toy firmly against your throbbing clit. His other hand presses down on your lower stomach, preventing you from moving around.

Kenny doesn't seem the slightest bit tired as he continues to pound into you. Your head is spinning, and it's as though you've lost control of your body. You gasp for breath as the toy continues to vibrate your super sensitive clit, his thick cock moving like a piston inside you.

Without warning, another orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back into your skull, your body convulses as Kenny's hand keeps your hips pinned down. Overstimulation hits you like a train. It feels like a fires been ignited between your legs, and you try desperately to break away from his grip.

"Please..." You beg, "i.. I can't..." You can't even finish your sentence.

"You wanted to cum," Kenny growls, "so you're gonna cum."

For some reason, you wanting him to stop, and him not stopping, just makes you want more. The sensation is like electricity coursing through your veins, but you can't get enough of it. Your body falls limp, your mouth hanging open, barely able to form any sounds. A sheet of sweat collects on both of your bodies. The metal handcuffs are sure to have cut into your skin by now, but you pay it no attention.

The slickness of your arousal makes it difficult to hold the toy still on your throbbing clit, so the movement of it only adds to your sensitivity. Kenny intensifies his movements, his thick cock driving into you with even more force as he continues to stimulate your sensitive clit with the vibrating toy. The dual sensation pushes you over the edge once again, and you're powerless to resist as another mind-shattering orgasm rips through your body.

Your back arches off the seat of the patrol car, your nails digging into your palms as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your cries of pleasure fill the air, echoing off the walls of the car.

“That’s a good girl,” Kenny kisses your neck softly, your skin salty from sweat. He stills his hips for just a moment and moves the vibrator to the side, giving you a moment of relief.

“I think I can get one more out of you, huh? Think you can cum again for me?”

"I don't... think.... I can..." You gasp, catching your breath. Your head is spinning, body twitching, like a bug that's just been stepped on. Black streaks of mascara stain your cheeks, your hair a mess. You're not sure how much more you can take. But being pushed further than that is what excites you the most.

"Aww, come on," Kenny teases, trailing the vibrater slowly up your thigh, "one more."

Without waiting for an answer, Kenny swiftly moved the toy between your legs once again, turning it back to the highest setting. He snaps his hips forward, fucking you deep, the tip of his cock punching your cervix repeatedly, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure shooting through your body.

Your throat and mouth are dry and sore from screaming. You just lie there with your mouth hanging open as Kenny has his way with you. This is the most used you've ever felt before, but you're absolutely in love with the sensation. Knowing you're going to be sore, unable to walk for days after this.

A high-pitched yet hoarse squeel emits from your throat as a fourth orgasm quickly approaches. He pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge. Your walls clench around him, and a sudden rush of fluid comes out of you, catching both you and Kenny by surprise.

"Oh my god," you shriek, the immense pleasure you feel outweighing any embarrassment or shock over what just happened. Kenny doesn't seem to mind that you soaked the front of his clothes as his breathing gets heavier.

Kenny groans loudly and quickly withdraws his cock as he cums, the hot, white fluid shooting out towards you, landing in your hair and all over the front of your shirt. Kenny falls back against the door of the vehicle, panting, catching his breath. As your breathing slowly returns to normal, you look up at him as he's zipping his pants back up.

"You really made a mess on me," he chuckles, looking down at his shirt, soaked with your fluids. Your cheeks turn a crimson colour with embarrassment because that's never happened to you before.

"Nobody's ever made me do that before," you say shyly, looking up at Kenny. He smiles at you, reaching for the key to your handcuffs.

"Let's get you out of this." You lean into his chest as he undoes the cuffs. Your shoulders and elbows are sore as you pull your arms in front of you, your wrists bloody from the handcuffs digging into your skin.

Kenny reaches in the front for a first aid kit. You watch as he slowly dresses your wounds, a small hint of regret in his eyes as he wraps bandages around your sore limbs.

"So what does this mean? Am I free to go?" You ask nervously. He looks at you with a smirk on his face.

The sky is dark by this point as he drives you home, the ride filled with silence. Kenny lets you ride shotgun as opposed to the hard plastic back seat. As the patrol car rolls up in front of your house, Kenny picks up the bag of goodies and places it in your lap.

"Keep it," he says, opening the glove box and producing a business card, "and call me if you need another release." He raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

Smiling back and biting your lip, you take the bag into your hands and drop the card inside. Your legs are still trembling, but you manage to reach your front door. Just before slipping inside, you turn back to him.

He winks at you before driving off.

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