Ive Watched Mr. Villains Day Off Just For You So THANK YOU FOR INDULGING US And I Would Be VERY Interested

I’ve watched Mr. Villain’s Day Off just for you so THANK YOU FOR INDULGING US 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 and I would be VERY interested in those nsfw headcanons 👀 god bless you for your work and time you put into your writing 🫶

Heard loud and clear! This will be split into two parts: off duty mode and on duty mode, because for Horny Reasons I believe there are anatomical differences (I mean... he has a tail and claws in that form so... 😌)

The General- NSFW Headcanons

GN!Reader.

Off duty Warumono-san makes love to you

He savors it, taking everything nice and slow.

Caging you with his big body, his gentle voice rumbling in your ear as he tells you how cute you are and how soft you feel.

You're so small to him. So precious.

His kisses are slow, almost lazy.

He's very careful not to hurt you with his sharp teeth, especially when he goes down on you.

Which, by the way, he loves. At first he was skeptical and suspected it was some kind of trick you were playing on him, but the moment he tasted you and heard the little sounds he can get you to make he was addicted.

He has no idea how to flirt or hint that he wants sex, so on his days off he's just extra cuddly when he's in the mood.

One minute you're relaxing on the couch, the next your gigantic boyfriend is nuzzling your neck or kneeling in front of you, laying his head in your lap, amber eyes barely visible beneath his mop of hair but unmistakably pleading.

Either that or you simply won't get out of bed. He likes to spoon you, and you'll definitely feel it prodding you in the morning.

The first time you sucked his dick he ascended. It felt so good he almost passed out.

To be fair, so did you. That thing is massive.

It looks pretty much human in this form, just, y'know... large.

Although sometimes when he's inside you, you swear you can feel ridges...

He was very nervous the first time.

For one, he didn't want to hurt you; causing you harm would devastate him.

So he had you ride him (which again, he loves.)

Just laying back while you take his cock, his big hands exploring your shape.

He's not self-conscious about the markings on his abdomen, but he does shiver when you trace them with your fingertips.

Sex with him on his days off is slow, loving, gentle, as if the weekend with last forever and the two of you have infinite time together.

And afterwards he'll bring you snacks, cuddle up with you, and watch panda compilations, his heart completely full.

You're getting fucked

The General is a busy man. He only has time to rail you hard and fast against the wall or on his desk and that's it.

No time for foreplay so come prepared.

His tail thrashes when he's close and quivers when he cums.

His claws and teeth leave marks all over your body (he does feel very guilty about that later and he will kiss them better after he clocks out.)

Claw marks on your hips and ass. Teeth marks on your neck.

He licks you a lot; your neck, your throat, your lips.

His stroke is fast and brutal, he loves hearing you moan.

Flashes that mocking grin at you when you cum, as if his own knees aren't threatening to buckle beneath him because you feel so damn good.

PULL HIS HAIR.

He cums so much.

In this form his cock is an entirely different beast.

Ridged, bulging, dark grey at the base fading to purple at the head... (see here for shape reference (link is NSFW- it's a dildo))

He growls when he cums and either has to bite into your shoulder or gag himself with your underwear to avoid alerting the whole base.

Rooney once tried to call to check he was okay because there were strange sounds coming from the office, but the General was nuts deep inside you at the time and threw his phone across the room.

You're going to be an absolute mess when you're done.

But it's absolutely worth sneaking onto the Evil League's base for.

preview (again) of part 20 | bleeding blue :-)

The heat dissipates as you land hard.

Dread takes hold of you.

It's Blue— screaming.

You fly up to your feet, spitting dirt from your mouth, and break into a sprint. Ghost is already meters ahead, grabbing the knife from his ankle, inspiring you to do the same. Voices—unintelligible, but unmistakably human—grow clearer with each stride towards the camp. Visitors. Ruthless blood pumps in your ears. If they have dared to hurt her...

Ghost makes it there first. You part through the trees and snap your eyes over the clearing, relieved to see Blue behind the fence. Still draped in an oversized sleep shirt, she juts the tip of one of her dad's rifles through a gap in the fortification, aiming at four intruders. 

"Don't come any closer or I-I will blow your heads off!"

"We're not here to hurt you," one says: grizzled. Calm.

At first glance, they don't appear threatening, but you know better than to make that sort of judgement, your fingers tightening around the handle of your knife as you ready your stance the way Ghost has taught you. Two of them are mounted upon a brown horse—a teenaged boy and a woman some years older than you—with two men flanking their sides, chests swollen in tactical gear and backs mounted with rucksacks.

Their clothes are dirtied but they don't seem helpless. The men are tall and brawny, nearing Ghost in size. The older one, who you figure was speaking to Blue, wears a tattered boon hat and sports a dense, brown beard.

You make a quick sweep of your eyes to detect any weapons and spot the distinctive 'L' of a handgun at the younger one's waist. He hasn't withdrawn it yet, even as their heads slant in your direction, but you don't wait for him to—arching the knife in one swift motion above your head.

Ghost grabs your wrist. 

His stance shifts as he stares back at them. Then, he motions for Blue to lower the gun.

You jerk your wrist free with a quiet hiss. “What are you doing?"

He doesn't spare you as much of a glance and strides brusquely across the dew-lit grass, leaving you there by the tree line. Confusion knots your stomach. He greets the bearded stranger with the gruff utterance of a name: "Price."

He... knows them. The realization hits you, widening your eyes, but you’re too bewildered to move even an inch.

A masculine gesture ensues when Ghost reaches him; a clap to his shoulder, a nod of his head. "Simon."

Simon?

Then, the younger one steps around the horse and you instinctively flinch, half-expecting him to whip out that gun of his, but instead he offers Ghost a tilt of his chin and a worn smile. "Lt."

"Kyle.”

The exchange is perfunctory. You listen from paces away, unsure where your place is in this.

Nervousness has you fiddling with the blade of your knife, needing something to do with your hands. It is difficult to make out their words for a moment, deep voices turned to short murmurs. You glance a sideways look at Blue and find her eyes rounded in curiosity.

The next words you make out are from Price. "This is my wife, Nereida," he says and helps the woman down from the horse. Even from your view, you can tell she is beautiful in a raw, Grecian way. Fatigue paints violet beneath her dark eyes, and her hair is spine-length and black.

The young boy slips down beside her.

"And this one is—"

"My nephew," Kyle says. "Ari."

Now that you're looking closer, the relation between the two is evident, from their dark skin to the smooth bridges of their nose. The boy reaches a hand out to Ghost but it is left ignored. He clears his throat and waves for Blue to come over. She hesitates for only a second before unlocking the gate and darting to his side.

"I'm, um, Blue," she introduces herself, playing with the hem of her shirt over her knees. "Sorry for... threatening to shoot you. I didn't realize you know my dad."

"We're sorry for scaring you," Nereida offers.

Blue scrunches her nose. "I wasn't scared."