Heya :D I'm absolutely addicted to your nightbrother headcanons and I was wondering if you could do some specifically for Savage because I love him... I saw your headcanons of them with a plus sized reader and I really love the idea of Savage with a plus sized s/o (totally not biased due to my own size whaaaat?) So, uhm.. could you do more for him? It can be SFW or NSFW or both I don't really care I just need more.... if you want, no pressure and I hope you have a wonderful day/night 🫶
Thank you for gassing me up so much ;3 so sweet! Here’s some Savage goodies along with a Savage drawing I made <3
warnings: NSFW 18+ kidnapping, tough love, obsessive bf Savage, Savage addicted to reader, greedy needy horny Savage, Savage fetishizing readers body, choking, rough handling, sad sex, shy sex, rough sex, blood, fluff, couple being happy
note: this is just a little Savage kidnapping bundle fantasy xD i lowkey went crazy with this one. I think u guys know by now that kidnapping is my fav trope, its all out in the open now, too late to act innocent ey
Savage x fem,plus size reader (though most of these headcanons could fit a gn reader too)
Savage fell for you the moment he laid eyes on you.
He loved your smile, your scent, your hair, and above all else, your curves. He couldn’t stop thinking about the contrast between your bodies. He wanted to be your rock, wanted your softness molded against him, wrapping around him, seeking comfort in his strength.
The only problem was… the two of you hadn’t officially met yet.
He’d been follow- well… he wouldn’t exactly call it following. He just happened to be wherever you were, at exactly the same time. And lingering outside your window? That was only to make sure you were safe… also you know, in case you ever needed anything.
Everything had been going perfectly.
The way you always left your bathroom curtain just slightly open, enough for him to catch glimpses of your body beneath the warm spray. The soft light of the candles you always showered under made your skin glow beautifully, and the steam curling around your goosebump-covered body reminded him of the mists of Dathomir. To him, you looked like the most beautiful witch he’d ever seen.
Then your hand would drift lower… Down between your thighs oh those soft, beautiful thighs.
As your head tipped back and your body slowly chased its own pleasure, his hand would disappear inside the waistband of his pants too. Thick fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking himself desperately, like an animal, while he stared through the glass, drooling at the corners of his mouth as quiet growls rumbled in his chest.
“Fuck… I want you… I need you… mmh… fuck…”
“FUCK!” His own shout ripped him back to the present.
“What the fuck am I doing?!”
Both of his hands slammed repeatedly against the steering wheel as he stomped on the brakes, tires screeching violently across the road and drowning out your muffled cries from the back of the vehicle.
Savage shoved the door open and stepped outside, slamming it behind him before making his way toward the trunk. He stopped in front of it, leaning forward with both hands braced against the metal as he tried to steady his breathing.
You had stopped screaming, you heard his heavy footsteps as he approached. Now all you could hear was his breathing, and you were terrified. Bound, trembling, tears falling uncontrollably down your cheeks, yet too frightened to make another sound.
After a long pause, the trunk finally opened. The moment his eyes landed on you, he felt himself getting hard again.
“…Fuck.” It only made him angrier with himself. “I told you to be fucking quiet,” he growled.
You simply stared up at him through tear-filled eyes, your vision blurring so you couldnt really even see him properly.
Before you could speak, his massive hand reached toward you. You instinctively scrambled backward, pressing yourself as far into the trunk as the restraints allowed.
But instead of grabbing you, his thumb gently brushed away a tear.
“…Wait.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue before holding it beneath your nose. “Blow here.”
You only blinked at him in confusion.
“Come on,” he nudged it at your nose . “You can’t breathe like this.”
Still shaking, you did as he asked. For some reason, the simple act made your cheeks burn red with humiliation.
“There you go…” he murmured. “Good girl.”
His hand lifted again, intending to stroke your hair. You flinched away before he could touch you. The softness disappeared from his face almost instantly. His jaw tightened, and his expression became cold again.
Panic ran over you all over again and you screamed for help.
Savage let out a long, tired sigh before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a roll tape “You really like testing my patience, don’t you?”
You desperately tried to shrink away from him, twisting your body as far back as you could, but it made no difference. He caught you easily and pressed the tape firmly across your mouth, silencing your cries.
Without another word, he slammed the trunk shut.
Before long, you grow to love living as Savage’s captive.
You’re not even a captive anymore. At this point, the two of you live like an actual, normal couple, except he quite literally has a problem letting go of you in the mornings whenever he has to leave for another mission.
“I can’t do it,” he growls, burying his face into the crease where your thigh meets your ass.
“Ow,” you yelp softly as one of his massive horns presses into your flesh, but his hand only tightens around your ass, gripping the plush of it without moving an inch.
“Don’t do that. You know it drives me crazy,” he warns. But it’s already too late. He’s already rock hard against the mattress. He takes one last bite at the back of your thigh before dragging himself up your body, settling himself between your cheeks. His face buries into your neck, his mouth opening and catching your skin between his teeth, grazing you with them.
“I wish I could just swallow you whole,” he growls, grinding himself against you. His pace quickens as he desperately slides over your soft, slippery skin, craving more friction. The feeling drives him absolutely insane, nearly pushing him over the edge. Just before he can finish, he suddenly rolls onto his back.
“Sit on my face. Smother me… smother me, babe,” he pants heavily.
“But… I don’t want to crush you,” you mumble shyly, your cheeks warming red. He’s far too worked up to entertain your worries though.
He grabs your thigh and pulls until you’re hovering over him. Carefully, you spread yourself as you straddle his face, making sure not to catch yourself on his horns.
Secretly, he loves when you do though. He loves the little whimpers that escape you when the sting blends with pleasure. A low, muffled “Mmm…” vibrates against you as he buries himself between your thighs, the sound sending delicious tremors through your sensitive flesh.
His cock throbs heavily against his stomach, twitching upwards with every passing second, aching to be touched, aching for release. Yet he never reaches for it, his hands are already occupied. They grip your soft sides possessively, squeezing handfuls of your flesh while his tongue twists inside of you, feeling up your tensing walls. Every other subtle movement of his jaw makes his chin brush against your clit just enough to leave you trembling.
One of his horns catches your skin, drawing a thin line of blood. His entire body tenses, the mere scent of it sends a shudder through him.
His cock spills cum untouched, warmth spreading across his stomach as muffled groans disappear beneath your weight. His fingers tighten around your hips, pulling you firmly down against his face, refusing to let you move even an inch.
Savage has a fetish for your rolls. He unintentionally developed it during those first days after he kidnapped you, when you were tied up and taped down. The rope and tape dug into your soft flesh, creating even deeper folds and new ones where there had been none before. The way your skin tightened and tensed, looking as though it might burst beneath the pressure, drove him absolutely insane.
He found himself reaching for his camera constantly, taking photo after photo of you bound like that. Hastily, too, because his cock would already be throbbing and leaking, making a mess inside his pants. He’d snap a dozen shots before rushing off to the bathroom, yanking his cock free and immediately spraying thick threads of cum across the bathroom sink. Sweating and panting at his reflection in the mirror, he’d clutch the camera tightly against his chest, impatiently waiting for the photo to develop. The moment he pulled it free, a single glance was enough to have him hard all over again, stroking himself off for a second time right then and there.
All while you remained tied up on the other side of the door.
He’d come back out only a few minutes later, as soon as he’d cleaned himself up, immediately hurrying over to loosen some of the tape. The moment he noticed the red marks pressed into your soft flesh, regret would instantly take over him.
“Does it hurt?” he’d ask quietly, his fingers gently tracing where the reddened lines cross with your stretch marks.
But you’d simply shake your head, reassuring him that it didn’t. You could see how much he was struggling with himself. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and hug him, but your hands were still tied.
Instead, all you could do was let a single tear roll down your cheek. You leaned toward him as much as your restraints allow, he’d cup your face in the palm of his massive hand. “You must be tired…” he’d whisper softly, his other hand already working at the remaining tape, carefully peeling it away until you were finally free.
The moment the last of your restraints came off, your body immediately slumped against him. His arms wrapped around you without hesitation, pulling you close, holding you as though he never wanted to let go. His eyes drifted shut as he soaked in the comforting weight of you resting against him, the tension in his body finally beginning to melt away.
Without saying another word, he’d slowly sink back until he was sitting against the wall, gently bringing you down with him, keeping you cradled securely against his chest. Before long, the two of you would fall asleep right there together, curled up on the floor peacefully, as though somehow, the two of you had always belonged together anyway.
🖤 I already might have said this in the headcanon mentioned in the request, but sometimes he genuinely forgets that you might be insecure or shy about your body. Because when he looks at you, all he sees is beauty. He fell for you long before he got to know you. Your appearance, your body, the way you moved, it all captivated him from the very beginning, your beautiful personality only reassured him later that you really are the one for him. But the point is, you’re unmistakably the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.
So when you hide your face from him, subtly shrinking into yourself as he yanks your tank top down from your chest, twisting it into his fist, tightening the fabric around your belly, intentionally creating a fold as it digs into your flesh there, he immediately pauses. He can tell you’re upset but he can’t quite place the cause of it in the moment. But after the realization hits him, his grip on the shirt loosens, and without another thought, he leans forward, his entire body shielding yours as he pulls you into a tight embrace.
“Baby… you’re so beautiful to me,” he whispers, his arms tightening around you as though he’s afraid you might somehow slip away. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m just.. a lustful fuck… I’m sorry.”
He eases back just enough to look at your face. “Do you trust me?”
When you give him a small nod, a relieved smile flickers across his face. He sits back up on his heels, effortlessly pulling you beneath him, your weight barely registering against his strength.
Both of his hands come to rest at your sides, his thumbs sinking into your softness as he slowly eases himself inside you. His movements remain unhurried, his eyes fixed on the way your body yields beneath him, mesmerized by every subtle movement of your flesh in rhythm he creates with each thrust. A quiet, awestruck moan slips from him as he watches the way you take him, unable to tear his eyes away.
🖤 Savage loves nothing more than lazy days with you. He’ll pull the blinds shut and draw the curtains until the room is perfectly dark, make sure the fridge is filled with food and drinks, wash all the blankets so they smell like fresh laundry, and light a few scented candles until the entire place feels warm and cozy. Then he’ll spend the next three days curled up in bed with you. His fingers lazily wander across your skin, barely brushing against it and still managing to make you shiver. He secretly loves how hypersensitive you’ve become to his touch. And even though hed gladly grab hands full of you, he refrains from being grabby for the sake of watching your micro reactions to his lingering touch.
🖤 He insists that you sit in his lap whenever you’re together. If you forget about it and sit in the chair beside him instead, he’ll actually get upset, pouting to himself and refusing to properly explain what’s wrong until you figure it out on your own. The moment you finally realize it and walk over to him, starting to climb into his lap, he’s already grabbing you by the waist and pulling you the rest of the way. Holding onto you so tightly that you cant even adjust yourself properly.
“I don’t care if you’re uncomfortable. You deserved it,” he mutters, still pretending to be annoyed.
The act doesn’t last long, though. The warmth of your body melts away his fake irritation almost immediately, especially after you simply accept your “punishment” and wrap an arm around his shoulders to steady yourself. His grip on your thigh loosens as he shifts you into a more comfortable position.
“You know I don’t really mean it, right?” he asks softly, quickly reassuring you with a soft kiss.
🖤 Whenever you’re lying on your stomach, scrolling through tumblr or tiktok, he’ll quietly disappear for a moment before returning with a plate of snacks and another pillow. Without you even asking, he’ll gently tuck it under your chest to make you more comfortable. Then he’ll settle down behind you, using your ass as a pillow while some sports game plays quietly on the TV. Before long, he’ll doze off, perfectly content with his face nestled against your soft thighs and cheeks. He’ll stay asleep like that until you eventually get up.
The moment you move and get up, he wakes with the grumpiest expression, silently waiting for you to come back. His face brightens only once you’ve settled beside him again and gently pulled his head into your lap. An annoyed little grumble escapes him when he realizes he can’t bury his face between your thighs as snugly as he’d like without making you uncomfortable with his horns. You notice that immediately, so instead your fingers find his scalp, gently rubbing slow circles between his horns where your thighs can’t quite smother him. The satisfied little purrs that rumble from his chest tell you just how much he likes it.
🖤Savage loves to choke you but he’s afraid of his own strength, he does it in moments of passion when he can’t quite think straight, when his hunger for you gets the best of him. He’ll grab you by your throat and push you back against the wall, one arm slipping beneath your thigh to hook it around his hip as he grinds against you. His grip on your throat eases just enough for you to gasp for air, just enough to let another helpless little whimper escape as he settles himself even tighter between your soft thighs. His nails dig into the back of your thigh, urging your leg a little higher as he continues to roll his hips against yours.
“Pull your panties to the side for me,” he mutters, the words barely making it past his ragged breaths.
And the moment you do as he asks, he pushes himself inside you all the way with one slow thrust. A loud moan tears from your throat, only to break off halfway through as his fingers instinctively tighten around your neck once more.
Exhibits of Savages size and a fraction of his physical strength:
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