I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. 😭😭😭
Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER
Ghostface’s knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.
“Oh God! Oh God—hnngh, right there!”
He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.
“Yeah? Right here?” You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.
Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.
It hurt. Hurt so good.
Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force that’ll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.
It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. He’s so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself right—
Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.
pairing: ghostface & pyramid head x reader
tags: threesome, spit roasting, degradation
a/n: in light of 2v8 ending, here's a small blurb for the dbd fans :3
"Don't you think it's funny?" Says Danny's distorted voice under his mask.
You look up at him from your position with teary eyes, your only answer being a choked hum, as your mouth is currently occupied by his cock thrusting deep into your throat. "How the rest of your teammates are working hard to get out of here- mhmf," a low whine escapes his throat, "and all you're doin' is getting fucked by the killers?"
You roll your eyes, breathing deep with your nose and letting him reach impossibly deeper into your mouth.
He chuckles, then adds. "Well, maybe you're working hard too, the only reason we don't go out there and kill everybody is because of that tight pussy and cute little mouth."
Behind you is Pyramid Head, holding the sides of your hips with an iron grasp and splitting your pussy open with his monster cock. Your pussy flutters everytime his hips tilt against your asscheeks and hits that sweet spot inside of you. If it wasn't for these two holding you, you would've collapsed from the overstimulation already.
You had Ghostface's cock gagging you and Pyramid Head's cock fucking you from behind inside the killer shack. Your teammates were outside repairing the insane amount of generators, probably confused because no one is trying to kill them, while you were enjoying yourself with the ones supposed to slash them up.
You couldn't care less, though. Not when you were experiencing hot-white pleasure from being filled in both holes at the same time. Your cervix is being bullied by the tip of Pyramid's cock and your mind is being mashed into nothing but a moaning mess with Ghostface's words.
"Such a good girl for us, don't you think?" Danny speaks directly to Pyramid Head, holding your hair in his gloved hand and yanking you off him. You take the opportunity to take a deep breath. You're a mess, spit and tears wetting your face and dripping on the old wooden floor.
Pyramid doesn't answer, obviously, he just continues pounding your pussy and enjoying the wet sound it makes. Ghostface tsks.
"Are you a good girl, baby?" This time he adresses you. You can feel his intense stare behind the pitch black holes from his mask.
You nod, whimpering a hoarse 'Yes'.
He lets out a dark chuckle. "Oh-hoho, no, babygirl," Danny shakes his head, petting your chin like you would pet a dog. "Good girls don't get fucked by monsters, do they?"
Your hair gets pulled hard and you whimper. Danny takes the hunting knife next to him and caresses your wet cheek with the sharp tip. The cool metal mixed with the sudden fear alert shooting from your brain and the sharp pleasure from Pyramid behind you gives you gooseebumps.
"Answer," demands the man in front of you.
You shake your head.
"Exactly, that's what sluts do..." He drops the knife and grabs his cock by the base, starting to pump his gloved fist up and down in front of your mouth. The sight so tempting you just want to taste him again all over your tongue.
"Are you a slut, baby? Are you our slut?" Distorted grunts and whines escape from Danny's voice modulator.
And as he asks you such deliciously degrading question, Pyramid's pace starts to increase and become more erratic, hitting your g-spot nonstop with such agression that tears start forming at the corners of your pretty eyes.
"F-Fuck, yes, yesyesyes, I'm your slut- oh my God don't stop!"
Everything is too much. You don't recall what happens exactly after you cum all over Pyramid Head's cock and Danny bursts his warm seed all over your face. But you can faintly hear Dwight's voice somewhere near you mumbling "What the fuck..." and then screams of horror.
As you close your eyes on the hard floor of the killer shack, Pyramid Head grabs an old blanket laying around and covers your naked body. For a serial killer and an otherwordly monster, they are kind with you during aftercare.
Can u do pyramid head fucking n overstimulating reader in a headlock?
Like his arms are fucking massive so imagine how good it’d feel to have one around your throat while he absolutely rails you😭
Headlock
Cw: smut, overstimulation, creampie, headlock, tell me if I missed any.
You struggled against him, nails digging into his arm forearm, wailing out in pure bliss. You jerked forward with every hard thrust of Pyramid Head’s thick cock, his bulbous head ramming against your spongy cervix. He held you still, his strong arm curving over your neck with a vice. He never faltered even as he drove in and out of you, standing still on two muscle-bound legs that you doubted would buckle under his fast and rough pace.
The veins that ran from the base, over the fat middle of his cock and to the tip felt heavenly with the slight curve upwards, rubbing your spongy walls. You rolled your hips, legs kicking wildly under you while you squirmed, crying out for him for something. You didn’t know anymore, one second you’d be craving his cock, drooling and moaning for more, and the other second, you’d beg for him to stop, plead your case from your soft and tender cunt.
Your cunt pulsed, a loud beat that echoed in your head, it throbbed with a striking warmth, almost painful but never hurting. You came one too many times, slick dripping down heavy balls and his sculpted thighs. He proudly growled in your ear, hips slapping against your ass with loud, wet sounds. He revelled in your cries and mewls, your begging only egged him on to fuck you.
“Please! T-too much!”
He loved the sound of your voice, the high squeaks and your broken voice. You were his drug, something he couldn’t get enough of. It left him wanting and wanting, there was always more he wanted to have. The difference between you both was something he salivated at, that made his cock grow hard and leaky, your soft and round limbs, your shorter stature and your weaker strength. It played on his instincts, it attracted him to the more vulnerable.
His chest rumbled with a soothing growl, still thrusting with an erratic pace and a throbbing cock. He breathed out in short puffs, arm tightening around you as fast as your walls tightened around him, milking him for all his worth for a third time. His balls contracted, his body shaking as he came, slamming into you even as his tip spurted cum, painting your warm walls white with monstrous cum.
You shook, body trembling in his arms, gasping for air as you rode your nth climax, loosing count of the number of times Pyramid Head made you come on his fingers, his tongue and his cock. You couldn’t feel your legs, the loud beat in your ears deafening you to the world and you monstrous lover.
This will be my first time asking someone for something...I'm a little nervous. Also I love what you wrote about Frank, they really made my day!! Can I make a request regarding dbd killers? (You can make any killer you want.) Especially Frank 🏃♂️
It's going to be a bit classic but how would they be with a s/o who is addicted touching. For example,with a s/o who suddenly opens their shoulders and starts kissing their bare skin until she get tired. But if they refuse and stop the reader, with a s/o who gets offended by them and opens her own shoulder and starts kissing it.
(I have a cousin who has this habit and it's pretty funny. Anyway you can add Nsfw if you want, I'll leave that up to you 🏃♂️✨)
Character: Frank Morrison/Legion, Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster, Albert Wesker/The Mastermind, Danny Johnson/The Ghost Face and Sally Smithson/The Nurse
A/n: Thank you so much for the request and even though it took forever (I'm very sorry 😭) I very much enjoyed writing this and I hope you also enjoy reading <3.
I included a little but nothing explicit smut and it's after the ~~~~~~~
Frank Morrison / The Legion
Frank never really understood why you loved slipping his hoodie off at the end of a hard day just to kiss his bare shoulder so tenderly, but at some point it started just feeling... right.
The first few times he might have instinctively flinched, not used to someone being so gentle with him. But seeing the way your face softened every time you pressed your lips to his skin made his chest ache but in like a good way.
If he ever stops you, either because he's feeling overwhelmed or simply teasing you, Frank would let his hand rest on your arm, pulling you closer.
And then, to your surprise, his lips would find your shoulder instead, pressing a bit of a clumsy but very heartfelt kiss there.
"...There," he’d mumble under his breath, almost shy. "Fair’s fair, right?"
The more you do it, the more he craves it without realizing it himself. Waiting for your kisses at the end of the day and feeling pissed off when you don't do it.
The moment your lips ghost across his shoulder, Frank’s patience wears thin.
His breath hitches as you kiss him again, hands teasing beneath his hoodie. That’s all it takes for his hunger to awaken.
If you dare to continue, he’ll grab your hips, pulling you flush against him with a growl. "You really like doing that, don’t you?"
He shifts your shirt down your own shoulder now, lips on your shoulder with a rough, heated kiss that lingers a bit too long.
His hands roam further as your breathing quickens, and soon enough, you're both tangled, shirts discarded, and all that from one simple kiss.
Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster
Ji-Woon laps up your attention like honey. Your fingers slipping off his jacket, your lips dragging along his shoulder, it's pure adoration, and he loves every second.
He usually lets you do as you please, basking in the feeling of being worshiped.
But occasionally, just to toy with you, he’ll stop you, grasping your wrists with that much too attractive grin of his.
Instead of leaving you hanging, though, Ji-Woon would lean in close, brushing his lips against your shoulder with deliberate slowness.
"Why should you have all the fun, hm?" he purrs, voice like silk.
He loves making you feel just as weak for him as you make him feel for you.
Every touch you give him feeds his ego, but also ignites something primal in him.
When you trace his shoulder with kisses, Ji-Woon watches you with lidded eyes, his hand already slipping lower on your body.
Sometimes he’ll stop your teasing fingers, smirking before guiding your shirt off your shoulders and returning the favor with hot, wet kisses that leave your skin tingling.
"Such devotion," he hums against your skin. "You deserve to be worshiped too."
Before long, you're both stripped bare, his lips traveling lower, his voice purring sweet filth against your ear as he claims you.
Albert Wesker / The Mastermind
Wesker always watches you with those sharp eyes as you tug his coat from his shoulders and begin planting soft kisses along his skin.
Sometimes, though, his clothing proves annoyingly stubborn, the layers, the tight fit and then you find yourself getting a little frustrated trying to get them off properly.
He watches your struggle with amusement in his eyes, lips twitching ever so slightly at your determination.
After a few moments, with a low chuckle, Wesker steps in, quickly opening up your clothes, peeling the fabric away to grant you full access (at least when he is in the mood to do so).
He pretends to tolerate it at first, letting you think you’re in control, but deep down, your tenderness actual shakes up his careful composure.
If you get too bold, he’ll stop you with a firm hand on your wrist, holding you still as his gaze darkens.
But instead of fully denying you, Wesker leans in, his lips brushing against your shoulder with precision, leaving a heated mark.
"If anyone will indulge in such affections" his voice is dangerously low, "it will be me."
Your kisses are a dangerous game with Wesker ,one you always lose, deliciously so.
As your lips work along his shoulder, he watches you like prey, stopping you with a firm hand just as you begin to crave more.
"Enough," he commands, but only so he can slide your own shirt from your shoulders slow and calculated.
His lips descend onto your exposed shoulder, teeth scraping lightly as he whispers in your ear. "You forget who’s in control here."
And from there, he dismantles you, piece by piece, kiss by kiss, until you're breathless under his total dominance.
Danny Johnson / The Ghost Face
You slipping behind Danny, easing his robe down and tracing your lips over his shoulder? It's the kind of intimacy he secretly craves.
He’d chuckle under his breath, pretending to be unaffected, but his breathing always betrays him.
If he ever stops you, just for the little thrill of watching your reaction, he doesn’t leave you wanting for long.
With a sly grin, he cups your face, shifts your shirt aside, and plants a playful kiss on your shoulder.
"You’re not the only one who can do a little skin to skin" he whispers, eyes almost sparkling.
Danny always makes sure your games end with him holding the upper hand, or at least, making you feel like he does.
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Your touches always stir something dark in Danny, a wicked possessiveness.
When you start kissing along his shoulder, he smirks, then halts your hands for a moment, just to flip the script.
Tugging your shirt aside, he sinks his teeth gently into your shoulder, marking you with a satisfied hum.
"Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?"
His touches grow rougher, his hands slipping under fabric, fingers roaming freely as clothing falls to the floor, leaving you completely vulnerable to his attention.
Sally Smithson / The Nurse
Sally is delicate. She trembles slightly as you pull down her robe and lay soft, reverent kisses on her shoulder.
Your touch is one of the few sensations that brings her back from the fog of her torment.
Sometimes, though, the vulnerability overwhelms her, and she gently halts your hand, unsure how much she can handle.
But seeing your soft eyes waiting patiently encourages her.
Slowly over time, she gathers courage, and with slightly shaky hands, brushes your shoulder free of fabric, pressing a feather-light kiss there.
"I... I want to give you the same," she whispers, her voice quiet but sincere.
With you, Sally is learning how to give affection as much as she receives it.
When stuck in an endless loop of death and agony, you find comfort in a questionable source.
When you were first spirited away to the Entity’s realm, you could barely cope with your new reality, unable to accept an infinite cycle of dying and revival. Your fellow survivors told you that arriving was similar to entering a ‘grieving period’, mourning the life you once knew, and that eventually you’d accept each stab, slash, and bludgeoning as another part of your new existence. That the excruciating pain inflicted on you would eventually grow to be less agonizing.
“Hey—“
Considering your current situation, you don’t think this is exactly what Laura or any of your other companions had in mind when they promised inevitable acceptance of this new reality.
A sharp sting against your cheek has you blearily blinking up at the figure straddling you, knife digging into your flesh in warning. The strong, overbearing scent of his cologne nearly brings a tear to your eye.
“Sorry, am I not entertaining you enough? Really hurting my feelings here, honey, have you finally lost interest in me?” His voice is dripping with faux hurt, always speaking with words dripped in condescension, but from the way his mask tilts with his head to look down at you, shoulders tensed, you know his words aren’t too far off from the truth. Fucking attention whore.
“Just reminiscing on, ah, good times,” you wince when your shifting aggravates the bleeding wound on your shoulder, courtesy of your thousand times killer. But unlike with your other usual butchers, a part of your trauma riddled brain was able to find comfort in his brutality and continued obsession with you, as if the way he so intimately cut into your flesh actually meant something. So when he huffs a laugh and presses his blade against your clothes until they tear enough to be torn off, your body only relaxes, sinking into the dirt beneath you. If you were even a bit more tender, you would have pressed a kiss against his mask when he enters you with a low groan, knife steadily pressed against your throat, as you stifle a breathy giggle at the thought of this being anything close to soft.
“If you’re feeling nostalgic, you could have just said so. Would have shown you some favourites from my collection,” his knife trails down to your bare stomach, featherlight enough to not cut. You would otherwise think it was gentle, if not for the trail of blood it leaves on your skin.
Trying to focus on the pleasure as your pain fades into a numb throbbing, you scrunch up your eyebrows in disgust, “I don’t want your wank material…”
He punishes you with a particularly harsh thrust that leaves you breathless, “Still pretending you’re not as fucked up as me? Well, we got eternity for you to come around, right?”
You deign to ignore him and close your eyes, his complaints fading into the background. You used to think these acts of intimacy and vulnerability would be reserved for the one you love. You don’t love him. How could you? But these moments of sensuality and something too raw to put into words were close enough.
“God, I love being inside you,” he sighs, tenderly, a hand brushing against your bloodied cheek. It’s laughable that’s he’s acting like you two are lovers, like some sort of sick pantomime of normalcy, but with how sex and violence go hand in hand for him, maybe in his eyes you are. You’ve already seen him act especially cruel to survivors that linger near you too long. Despite having the Entity’s favour, he’s just another hot-blooded, possessive man. “Even after you struggle like a bitch, as soon as I have you on your back, you, hah, become so good for me—because y-you’re mine—“
He really never shuts up.
The blade is placed against your neck again, the killer pressing his masked face against yours, “Say my name.”
“Fuckface—“ you barely let out before hissing when his knife actually breaks skin, “D-danny! Danny, oh my god—“
“I think you might,” he lets out a strained laugh , “be a masochist. Must be why we get along s-so well…”
You resist the urge to tell him to speak properly before trying to talk down to you when a gloved hand finds your breast.
When the sensation of his thrusts began to pull choked moans and whines from you, you find that you almost wouldn’t even mind if he decided to slice your throat open after he finishes. Almost.
Your body arches, shoulder flaring with pain, as your vision is filled with white ecstasy for a moment, pleasure overriding pain. You don’t even notice the knife suddenly planted into the ground next to your head as his own release takes him, hands moving to hold your hips down in a bruising grip.
You simply try to catch your breath for a moment, only somewhat aware of the returning ache of your wounds and the sound of Danny’s pants.
You come to when a flash of light nearly blinds you, blinking to be met with the sight of the killer’s stupid ass camera.
“There’s my buttercup,” he coos, “When you look at me like that it almost makes me feel bad for what I have to do next…”
You were hoping you would have bled out by now for this part.
“Almost.”
Idk what to say about this one. I guess that I apologize to humanity?
Warnings: Violence, Dub Con, Tentacles, Rough Sex
Pairing: The Mastermind (Wesker - DBD) x Reader
Summary: I’m actually obsessed with your dbd headcannons with the fan!reader and the camera🤭
Would you maybe be open to writing more of them? I don’t know which characters you write for, but I would like to request one character to be Wesker if possible. Thanks anyway :)
Notes: I am taking great liberties with how uroboros works & Wesker's personality, so I hope this is good.
Word Count: 582
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI - THIS BLOG IS 18+
A continuation (of sorts) of [this] post. Essentially, the reader has been in the fog for several months now and has taken an interest in one of the killers. The reader uses their camera that the entity helpfully provided them to take pictures of their favourite killer.
He had noticed you following him early on
Taking his photos, writing down notes, muttering observations to yourself
And he was... flattered, pleased that a pathetic mortal creature such as yourself was able to recognise his superiority
So he allows you to continue without letting you know he knows, watching as you flit about, forgoing the trials, just watching him
You grow bolder, getting closer and closer to get your photos
Until one trial you get too close, and he grabs you
You feel the infection enter your body, like little worms squirming under your skin, you clawed at his hand trying to break free
"let's see how you handle the infection, are you like those other pathetic survivors? Or will you accept the infection and become more."
Tosses you away, you quickly grab your camera and run off
The rest of the trial you try your best to avoid him, but it's difficult it's like he knows exactly where you are, like the infection calls to him
He catches you again, hoisting you up
Your body feels warm, and the infection slithers under your skin
He touches you with his infected hand again, the tentacles slithering over your overheated and sensitive skin
You moan as his brushes against your nipples, them hardening quickly at the attention
"interesting," he grins up at you, "normally the infection would kill one of you survivors, but it's just turning you into a wanton mess"
You moan louder as his tentacled hand moves lower, pressing against your core through your clothes, you can feel the tentacles undulate against you, nearly drawing you to the cusp of an orgasm
"please," you weren't sure what you were begging for, you just knew you needed more.
"hmm, I guess I could indulge you a bit."
He drops you to the ground, quickly pushing you onto your back and shredding your pants off
"though 7 minutes is all I can spare to play with you, so let's make this quick"
A tentacle quickly worms its way into your core, thrusting in an imitation of what you hope his cock is about to do to you
When it withdraws without granting you an orgasm you whine, earning a chuckle from the man above you
"so wet, so willing, so needy"
You hear his belt buckle jingle as he quickly frees his cock
"brace yourself, this won't be gentle"
With that he plunged into you with no mercy, immediately filling you and setting a brutal pace
"oh god, fuck," your moans are loud, louder than they should be given where you are, but you can't find it in you to care when he's hitting all the right spots inside you
He's nearly silent above you as he takes you roughly, just the sound of his heavy breathing and he drags you closer and closer to orgasm
His adjusts his angle and you're seeing stars as he hits the perfect spot, battering it over and over, forcing you over the edge
You clench around him as you come, screaming his name as you do.
His thrusts begin to falter and he finally reaches completion, spilling his seed inside you.
He pulls out, quickly doing up his pants and walking away.
"that took 9 minutes, we'll have to see how quick we can be next time," he calls out to you as he walks away, "don't worry though, I've already figured out how your body works, we'll see how much you come next time."
⚠︎ !!!!DISCLAIMER FREAKY ASF, MY OPINIONNNNN !!!!!!!! ⚠︎
✧˖°.🎧📖 No word count Bc its headcannons!
Includes: Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Asa Emory, Jason Vorhees, Chucky, Original and Rob Zombie Micheal Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, Ghost Face, Brahms Heelshire.
Wax Play: Definitely has this (giving and receiving)
Photography: He wants his own sexy scrap book, so he will pull out a Polaroid camera. (Giving)
Light bondage: It comes natural to him to just pin your arms above your head (Giving)
EATERRRRRRRR: Biggest Oral giver in the worldddddddd (Giving)
Praise kink: He loves praising and being praised, he wants to tell you how good you look and here how well he's doing. (Giving and receiving)
Body Worship: LOVESSSS worshipping your body (Giving)
Bo Sinclair:
Gun Play: Specifically with the shot gun (Giving)
Choking: I mean its Bo were talking about he likes ts rough (Giving)
Brat Taming: He loves him a nice Brat to control (Giving)
Spanking: Kinda goes with the brat Taming idea (Giving)
Sadist: He likes seeing you cry from overstimulation, or from the punishments he gives you (Giving)
Shop Sex: LOVES fucking in the shop, especially if he's being jealous.
Lester Sinclair:
Knife Play: Here me out, with the knife in the truck, wouldn't cut you with it but would lightly drag it across you MAYBE leaving scratches. But he HAS to praise you while he does it or else he feels evil. (Giving)
Truck sex: LOVES doing it in his rank ass truck
Marker: BIG on leaving hickeys and sometimes bites, he loves getting done and seeing his work of art.
Vanilla: Fairly Vanilla of a man, Maybe has a slight praise kink and wants to hear how good he makes you feel but not much other than that. (Receiving).
Asa Emory:
Butterfly lingerie: He loves when you wear butterfly themed Lingerie. (Receiving)
Bondage: He likes to tie you up, like a lot, like its an every time thing. (Giving)
Body Worship: He sees you as art so he HAS to worship you (Giving)
Vanilla: Another man I think is fairly vanilla despite the kinks mentioned, but I feel like he's open to try anything.
Jason Vorhees:
Mommy Kink (for Fem! Readers): I mean, THINK about it. He'll sign mommy during it and we know it. (Receiving)
light bondage: Holding you down a bit just comes natural to him.(Giving)
Body Worship: LOVES your body sm, he needs to praise it. (Giving)
Vanilla: He is fairly vanilla but he's open to try anything. (Giving)
Good Boy: Dare I also say he likes being called a good boy and praised. (Receiving)
Chucky:
Vanilla: Dare I say he's the most vanilla of them all. I think he'd dabble in Sadism, light bondage, and degrading. But Other than those VERY small ones I fear he's Vanilla. He's definitely and experimenter though. (I mean He was married to Tiff and ik she's freaked out).
Original Micheal Myers:
Knife Play: Its Micheal. (Giving)
Sadism: Big into spanking you, biting overstimulation, etc. Hes a masochists best choice. (Giving)
Marks: Big Into having marks on him, especially scratches. Although he likes to leave a tiny M carved on either your shoulder or thigh (Giving and Receiving)
Bondage: King of holding your hands back, arms above your head, and legs apart. (Giving)
Choking: loves to choke you (Giving)
Rob Zombie Micheal Myers:
Knife Play: Again, Its Micheal(Giving)
Pumpkin themed Lingerie: He goes crazy for it. (Receiving)
Hair Pulling: He likes pulling hair and having his pulled. (Giving and Receiving)
Marks: Also Big Into having marks on him, especially scratches. (Receiving)
Choking: loves to choke you (Giving)
Bubba Sawyer:
Chainsaw play: Weve ALL seen that scene with stretch (Giving)
Good Boy: Loves being praised and called a good boy. (Receiving)
Body worship: Oh yeah, he worships the HELL out of you. (Giving)
EATERRRRRRR: Feaster is the better word for it, bc he doesnt stop unless your actively shedding a slight tear THEN he stops and kiss those away. (Giving)
Aftercare: SUPER big on aftercare, he doesn't skip out on it and ends up probably over doing the after care. He may need reassurance if you two are trying something new. (Giving)
Hand Holding: He needs to hold your hand during it or else he feels nervous. (Receiving? Giving? IDK)
Thomas Hewitt:
Size Kink: Yeah, he likes seeing how big he is compared to you, although he gets terrified, he's going to hurt you. (Receiving? Giving? IDK)
Begging: OHHHH HE LOVES TO HEAR YOU BEG, and you do get what you want sometimes. (Receiving)
Foreplay: Because of his size (Being big Everywhere) He prides himself on foreplay, which is stretching you, eating you out and getting you prepared. (Giving)
Body Worship: Light Kisses all over your body, he loves you so much. (Giving)
Light bondage: He likes to hold you in place. (Giving)
Aftercare: He might need reassurance to make sure he didnt hurt you, he kisses you and cleans you up and like Bubba overdoes the aftercare.
Billy Lenz:
Anything: Honestly hes into anything and everything, but ill say his favorite 3. (Receiving? Giving? IDK)
Mutal Masturbation: He thinks its so sexy to both cum on your own THEN go at it like animals. (Receiving? Giving? IDK)
Degrading: Yeah, he loves to degrade you, Like a lot, way too much. (Giving)
Overstimulation: He loves to overstimulate you and watch you shake and whine. (Giving)
Ghost Face:
Knife play: Oh You know he's into it and depending on the ghost face depends on how much they're into it too. (Giving)
Photography: Likes to take photos while doing it to keep as "memory" (Giving)
Degrading a praise: Honestly depends on who's under the mask, Billy Loomis is degrading and Stu is praising, sometimes they do a little of the other. (Giving)
light Bondage: Definitely holds your legs and arms whenever he gets the chance. (Giving)
Hair pulling: Likes to pull your hair up to make you look at the camera or in the mirror or at his face. (Giving)
Brahms Heelshire:
Marker: Hes so possessive so he leaves hickey and bites and scratches all over you. (Giving)
Mommy/daddy kink: If You managed to watch that movie and not see this headcannon coming I'm shocked, he would love calling his lover mommy/daddy unless they're nonbinary, then he doesn't know what to do and just whines. (Receiving)
Body Worship: Hell worship your body through the marks and kisses, but he definitely wants praise while he does it. (Giving)
Brat Taming: Hes a Brat and a bottom, and he likes to be put in his place. (Receiving)
