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a-weird-writer · 2 years

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imagine bein Diablo's Demon lord master 🥺 and then bein his s/o AIKAINUIDHJNkgYqzopPl

Um, Anon? Are you like??

Reading my fucking mind?

This is right up my alley. Powerful S/O with a tough loyal servent dynamic is the type of monster romace shit I live for. And with Diablo?!

What else do you know?! Dare I ask? I shall listen.

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ajgrey9647 · 3 months

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Headcanon Game - A to Z (nsft)

Sentry Adam (dealer's choice~): Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Kink (One or more of their kinks) Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Ooohhhh boy... this one even surprised me... lol

Black Sentry Adam Park

Dirty Secret:

Adam would rather die than ever admit this to another soul, even Skull and he usually told that man more than he EVER needed to know!

He did admit part of the truth at the ‘roundtable’ bonfire as both Coinless rebels and former Sentries compared stories of their most ‘what the fuck’ tales during Drakkon’s reign. Despite hearing everyone else’s wild escapades and close calls, he stubbornly kept this secret close to his chest. Adam was ashamed of what he’d done, confused at why he’d done it, why his body betrayed him in such a disgusting manner…

But that was not quite accurate, was it? He did have a theory about his physical response, not that it made anything better or relieved any of his guilt.

Skull stood in front of the fire, grinning, arms spread wide as he finished his odd experience imbibing in alcohol and weed with both Drakkon and Red, chilling like a trio of high school kids sneaking a drink and a smoke in their parent’s basement.

A few people razzed Eugene, knowing the tyrant’s public stance on indulging in mind altering substances. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“There was that one time, I caught them doing a line of blow… They didn’t see me, and I didn’t announce my presence.”

Now, all eyes were laser focused on the former Black Sentry, curious for further dirt on the crazy motherfucker and his demonic doggie. Fortunately, Kim’s arrival and her top tier tale took the attention away from him, to his great relief.

Adam had been too mortified to admit that while he’d stood hidden in Drakkon’s chambers behind heavy velvet drapery, he watched the two not only snort the white, powdery drug from long lines gracing a polished tabletop, he’d also been privy to a vigorous, sweaty, and prolonged fucking.

And as he remained ensconced in the green fabric, he tried to tune it out, tried to resist the primal urge to peek at the performers (because at that moment they very much were like circus acrobats)… Shamefully, his baser nature won out and his hand found its way inside the dark pants to a throbbing rock hard cock.

“Cry for me, you goddamn fucking bitch!” Drakkon screamed at one point, shoving Red dangerously close to where Adam was hiding. “I want to taste your misery!”

It had to be the over-the-top dominant/submissive dynamic between the pair that was causing this reaction, the kink mirroring his own desire as the tyrant berated, smacked, choked, and beat Red about the room, all the while thrusting into his ass with violent force.

This was what Adam was craving in the recesses of his heart, to be bleeding at the hands of a powerful, aggressive woman who knew what she wanted and was determined to take it. Receiving a well-deserved and welcome ass beating before being granted an orgasm…

As luck would have it, Adam came at the same time as Drakkon, the latter bellowing so loudly that the voyeur’s cries went unheard, the asshole’s fingers yanking Red’s head back by his thick mane. And when they collapsed in a sweaty, drugged out bliss, the pet ardently licked and sucked his master’s fingers, his dark eye dilated and glossy gazing with adoration at the fucker even after the pain that was inflicted.

Yes… it was true…. Adam had jacked off while watching Drakkon and Red wildly indulging in cocaine-fueled, violent sex…

That was a secret best taken to the grave.

Kink:

Even before their world took a nosedive into the shitter, Adam was a meek, reserved, and soft-spoken young man. He possessed an easy, sunny smile and had no trouble making friends despite his apparent shyness. His personality complemented the more outgoing, loud, and gregarious natures of his best friends, Rocky and Aisha.

Adam was an observer, a thinker, commenting pearls of wisdom that he seemingly pulled from air at just the right time. He was a model son, an amazing friend, and eventually, a devoted husband and father. For the short time, his wife and child were alive, that was…

As a Black Sentry, his temperament did not change all that much, besides losing that gentle smile, not too surprising given the front row seat he held to theatrical fuckery that would haunt his dreams nightly for the rest of his life. Now, his commentary was a blend of dry sarcasm, sometimes uttered with a very put-upon sigh of resignation.

After Drakkon had been run out of his palace and into the vast wilderness that encroached closer and closer to the perimeter wall, Adam was the only person in attendance that wasn’t jumping for joy. They’d only succeeded in replacing one asshole with another and, while the simpering aristocracy celebrated their treachery, he’d merely tossed his weapon upon the cobblestones, turned on his heel, and strode off into the night, unnoticed and silent.

Spotted wandering aimlessly about their territory, the Coinless guards alerted Eugene to Adam’s presence and the two old friends had a heartfelt reunion before the quiet man was taken under Skull’s wing and brought back to their encampment. The first night he was there, Adam looked about the thick crush of trees and bracken and muttered…

“You know they chased that prima ballerina and his precious pooch into the forest, right? He’ll probably find us now and slit our throats while we sleep.”

It was utter silence as the assembled group stared at the Black Sentry, no one exactly sure what to say to that. Kimberly, Drakkon’s former Ranger Slayer, pinched the bridge of her nose and shut her eyes, while Zack crossed his arms indignantly and Trini slipped away to assemble more watchers.

“Nah,” Skull finally quipped, slinging a friendly arm over Adam’s shoulders. “That’s not his style. He’s like ‘em awake and aware, remember? That asshole’s never been subtle.”

After that, the newcomer was dubbed as a ‘Debbie Downer’, a stick in the mud, who sucked the wind from your sails if you got too excited or happy about something. It wasn’t intentional to be cruel or hateful. This was the way that Adam had survived in the palace.

There WERE times it came in handy like trying to avoid future pitfalls when discussing tactics or intelligence gathering.

However, overall, the consensus was that people tended to avoid Adam if they were in a positive frame of mind. It was not uncommon for Skull to pat his dark hair kindly, and with a slow shake of his head, reiterate that the sullen Black Sentry reminded him greatly of Eeyore, the chronically depressed donkey of the children’s tales of Winnie the Pooh.

Given this quiet, depressing demeanor, the others would be shocked to discover Adam had a secret kink, one that drove him so crazy, it made him stupid enough to feel happiness. At least for a little while as hormones flooded his system and clouded his critical brain.

Adam LOVED a bossy, loud, assertive woman, one that could be aggressive and tell you how things were going to be! The woman would stand over him in her highest, most expensive heels, lacy black stockings climbing her powerful thighs and clipped by a garter belt, a leather corset squishing her breasts prominently, her contemptuous lips curled and sporting a deeply red lipstick.

The mysterious female dominant looked at him like a worm, someone she took great pains to be patient with, a soft, plush little man to mold in her manicured hands. No matter her outer attire, this vixen wore risqué lingerie in reds, blacks, royal purple… they came in laces, silks, leather, and velvet… what she considered her ‘real’ uniform beneath her ‘socially appropriate outfit’ and they served to enhance her powerful, confident nature.

Her shiny stilettos would brush his quivering flesh as he knelt at her feet. Sometimes, the sharp heel or toe would nudge his balls in warning, ensuring she had his full attention. She was a femme fatale and knew it.

Adam would drool over those pricey high heels, lap them clean with his tongue at her command. A knowing smile from those ruby lips as she watched him salivate…thinking of more degrading tasks for the weakling to earn her favor.

In life, his own beautiful wife was just such a woman. She was strong, powerful, outspoken, and a bombshell in the bedroom. That didn’t change when she was looking death in the face, knowing full well she was unable to save herself or her child, the tears flowing down her reddened cheeks.

So, what did she do?

That crazy, gorgeous wife of his drilled that hateful fuck directly in the balls, dropping him into an embarrassing heap before his Sentries, dry heaving in agony and fighting mightily to regain his menacing stature. Adam couldn’t have been prouder of her… She was vicious even to the end.

The depressed, quiet man couldn’t imagine ever meeting another like his wife, resigned to living out his life celibate as a monk and possibly live vicariously through watching Kimberly and Bulk behaving flirtatiously and getting handsy when they thought no one was looking. Sometimes, he felt like he’d love to just watch a couple having sex while he handled his cock himself. He’d resorted to it before…

Fortunately for Adam, men like himself were adorned with giant neon signs, invisible to all except the type of woman he most desired.

And Scorpina could see it loud and clear and was more than happy to walk all over Adam in her spikiest shoes….

Oral:

Adam LOVES servicing his Queen and is very talented in providing pleasure. He prides himself on learning new moves and techniques. Like Red, he finds books, magazines, etc. to keep himself at the top of his game. Giving her an orgasm with his mouth is how he feels powerful and important, to earn his place at her feet.

If his dominant wishes to give him oral as a gift, he won’t refuse her desire, but doesn’t like to stand over her when she does so. It seems to him like it’s putting her in a submissive role. So, he prefers to lay on his back or any other way that preserves their ‘titles.’

#boom! comics power rangers #world of the coinless adam park #lord drakkon #world of the coinless jason #nsft asks #kinky shit

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rebeldaydreams · 5 years

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bro, hey so I saw ur request for good omens hc and I was wondering if you could write some nsfw hc about Anthony Janthony Crowley? Like, he's a demon on the streets and (coincidently) a demon in the sheets if u get my drift 😉😉

HELL YEA (pun intended)

Crowley NSFW Headcanons:

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• Crowley is very...experienced. He enjoys sex, he’s had a lot of it and fuck he is good at it.

• Kinkiest motherfucker you will ever meet. You name it, Crowley's probably into it.

• His fave kink is bondage.

• Likes to be the one in charge. So to have you tied up and spread out all helpless and needy for him? It will drive him crazy.

• That said, he’s more than comfortable to be the one tied down if that’s what you’re into.

• Won't admit that being the sub turns him on as much as it does.

• If you want to really drive him crazy just run your hands all over him. Tug at his hair especially because he loves it. Maybe throw a "Master" or "Sir" in there too, although be prepared for him to go absolutely primal on you.

• Very vocal. He will make lots of noise (moaning, groaning, grunting – you name it)

• LOTS of dirty talk.

• “That feel good, darling? Hm?” “You are a needy thing aren’t you...” “Tell me what you want.”

• Really good with his mouth. He can completely unravel you with just his tongue and he knows it.

• Can literally go for hours. Expect to come at least 3 times when you’re with him.

• He will probably make you beg for it, though.

• And don’t think you’ll be walking the next morning after he’s through with you.

• Likes just fucking you senseless into the mattress (or whichever surface you happen to be pressed against), but one of his favourite positions is to fuck you whilst you’re spooning. It’s intimate and let’s him hold you as close as possible.

• Because, as kinky as he is, this boy is also kind of starved for genuine affection.

• When you’re done, he will hold you close and tell you how good you were and how much he loves you because even if he denies it he is a big softie.

#crowley x reader #crowley #good omens #headcanons #hcs #my fics #IM POSTING THIS FROM MY PHONE I HOPE ITS OK AAA #i have not written a lot for crowley yet so i hope these are ok 👀#i love writing for him

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