Back Page Debauchery

Sex is defiantly something very rare as he himself doesn't really have the sex drive after everything that has happened to him. Being under so much stress for years really makes it a bit hard to keep it up and he is quite embarrassed about it.

He compensates by being a very attentive partner to your needs. His mother always taught him to be kind to others, after all.

His favorite thing to do? Anything that lets him see your face, of course; he finds the most pleasure comes from being able to see his partner's face, especially when they squirm about his touches. He'll pepper kisses on skin, mutter praises in his native tongue, anything to get a reaction out of you.

He especially loves it when you touch yourself in front of him. In the times where he can get it up, mutual masturbation is defiantly something he enjoys, especially when you're muttering his name since it's basically a ticking time bomb of when he will break and just need to touch you all over.

I give it maybe a year after he starts becoming intimate with you that he's able to start consistently getting it up since he's under a lot less stress with having you there. When he realises this, oh god the sex you two will have is off the charts (emotionally.)

This dude cums untouched from just eating you out.

Is surprisingly into CBT. Do with it as you will.

Stamina fluctuates, sometimes he can have multiple rounds, sometimes he can only have one round of sex. Even when he wants to have a few rounds, he will always respect his partner's wishes to end it.

Seeing you in his clothes turns him on. Seeing you in clothes that are a part of his culture turns him on even more. If you put the time and effort into looking gorgeous for him, he's going to have fun slowly taking everything off layer by layer - or he might fuck you in your clothes as you stand.

In terms of sexual compatibility with other survivors (in scenarios like threesomes or even one on one), he probably gels well with Kevin, William, Vera, Mary and Luchino (both hunter and survivor). Either he gets on with them well or they have a mutual respect that also has some sexual chemistry. If you want a threesome or an orgy, ask these guys.

One of his favorite things to do during aftercare is give you his favorite sheep plush while he prepares to clean up. It makes it smell like you and you get some comfort while waiting for him to cuddle.

Sometimes he just wants to lay there after and listen to your heartbeat.

Caleb loved nothing more than struggling, caged, bound prey. There was something so exciting about seeing the fear in her eyes as they twisted and squirmed, legs stuck underneath him as he traced the contour of her face, down the length of her jaw and to the fluttering pulse of her throat.

Oh, how easy it would be to squeeze the life out of her… if she weren’t his dear, beloved darling.

Oh no, he couldn’t let her light flicker out underneath his palm, but the threat of it made her thighs squeeze so deliciously together underneath him that he felt himself throb in need. The handcuffs that held her to the bed rattled as she squirmed again, yet her pulse didn’t lie underneath his fingers, nor did the look in her eye as she licked her lip.

She loved this.

Under all that sweetness and cream lay someone as depraved at him, someone who probably wished that he were the one in her position now, begging for mercy with his eyes. He would not give her that mercy; he would not give her the relief that came with being in control.

She would be the one lying back tonight, even as the cuffs cut into her wrists.

He likes to joke that he’s a sex machine (from convos with the other male survivors) but when he’s kneeling between your legs and asking you what you want, he looks like a puppy with his big eyes.

He takes his time to learn you, cherish you, he caresses the outside of your hips to your cheek bones and just whispers to tell him what exactly you need. He cares for others, he cherishes them, and the moment you whisper “you” to him, he knows that once he’s had a taste of you, he cannot let go.

He kisses between your thighs, your clavicle, he holds you by the arch of your back as he finds his way into you, whispering that he loves you so much as he watches you take him inch by inch. Though he could break you, he’s gentle with you, being mindful of his own strength as he focuses on not leaving even an inch of your skin untouched by his lips.

FNAF 1 Chica/Withered Chica

If you have read my work you already know the answer to this question: brat, through and through. She likes the idea of being put in her place and she will do whatever she needs to do in order to achieve being tossed around and punished.

She's a switch; she can top, she can bottom, but she will be bratty in both, though changes the way she does so depending on her position.

Is she topping? She demands that you look at her and her only, she will intentionally not give you exactly what you want and she will tease you.

When she's not the one in control? Oh she's going to mouth off, complain, try and get under your skin, try and ruffle your feathers so then you are going to be angry, get mad at her.

All in all, she wants you to be mad because she loves knowing that you can be so easily swayed by her. She will go to any lengths in order to make you mad. Be prepared for her to do things such as flirt with others in order to achieve it.

Into multiple partners

Size queen but never complains if its smaller or bigger since she takes what she can get.

Is happy to play with food, be it on her or her partner. She does tend to avoid foods that would make a huge mess (honey is a def no for her). Tends to stick to chocolate, fruit, cream, things that can be delicious but don't have the risk of spreading out further than where she puts it.

Toy Chica

Chronic starer if she's jealous. If she feels like something is happening involving someone else, she will stare at you during intimacy, looking at you all over to make sure that you're happy, that she can't see any lie of wanting to be with her.

She is desperate for praise, it doesn't stop when she's with you; she needs that validation that she is beautiful, that she is special, that she is someone that you need in your life.

On the other hand she also likes to degrade you in a way that makes you feel like you need to depend on her. Toxic codependency, are we surprised?

She tends to take more of an active role in sex as she finds that she cannot find enjoyment if she doesn't do it herself. It also means that she's able to control the position, the pace, she's able to keep your attention fully on her no matter what.

Also is fine with multiple partners but would need to have a lot of attention, especially during sex since the moment she starts feeling like she is being left out, the moment she starts being hysterical.

Big into using blades. She likes having it nearby, in her hand, using it to cut small slithers of your skin so that she can trace the blood trails with her tongue. It makes her feel like that you're a part of her.

Don't leave her.

Phantom Chica

Do you like teeth? Hope you like teeth because this one is a biter.

She is a bottom but she's the kind that enjoys being handsy and hands on. Like I'm talking that she will grope your ass and smack it.

Terrible dirty talk. I'm talking she will call you the sweetest fucking things while you're eating her out and you have to pull back to either groan or laugh. If she were a man it would 100% be considered the ultimate dad jokes.

Doesn't mind a little pain when it comes to flames. Wax play seems fun to her but she doesn't want to do it often due to the fact that it gets messy and annoying to clean up and then she also has to lay down shit on the bed to make sure that it won't stain her favorite sheets. Would much prefer to do temp play with ice since the most you have to worry about is water on the bed.

She has some good ass nails to scratch your head while you're eating her out or kissing her. Very good for raking down your back and leaving some nice lines.

She's got librarian vibes in my head for no particular reason so I can imagine she might like to curl up with a book afterwards in a form of aftercare.

Nightmare Chica

If you are familiar with Genevieve in one of my mafia aus, this is her.

She's a strong person, she's bigger than a lot of people in my opinion, and I think that makes her feel the rush of someone who is smaller but can threaten her.

Heavily dominate as both a top or a bottom, she likes being in control and knowing that you will follow her no matter what.

She likes to fondle you, hold you, control you, she needs to feel your heat beneath her palm.

She cannot help but want to choke you. Your life in her hand and she can feel the fluttering pulse beneath her fingers, she could easily dig her nails in and feel the snap of your bones in your neck and watch you collapse motionless. She loves knowing that you know she could easily kill you if she wanted to, she loves knowing the fear in your eyes as she tightens her fingers more, and more. It makes the moment where she lets go and lets you breathe again so much better when she watches your eyes roll back into your head and shudder.

Unironically beyond this I think she is rather vanilla. A bit of bondage here or there but probably isn't too much into kink otherwise.

Funtime Chica

Heavy dom but always a bottom. She commands from below and enjoys it that way.

She loves the idea of owning someone like a pet, especially if they're bigger and stronger than her. She can put up her own fight but she prefers to know she doesn't have to.

Most of her thrill comes from over the top of clothing stuff. Getting her partner hot and flustered under their clothes without removing them makes her smile, especially when they mention to her how much they need her in that moment.

Huge on using toys no matter who ends up being the one to use them. She never has a favorite besides the one you enjoy using with her.

You know that picture of the sweet looking girl and the tough looking girl where she sweet one is actually holding the leash? Yeah, that's her.

Rockstar Chica

I have not thought about Rockstar Chica all that much and I do apologize to her fans.

However I feel like she is somewhere between Nightmare and FNAF1 Chica. She likes to top but doesn't mind being other things, and she defiantly likes to push buttons but isn't completely a brat. She def still has a bit of an attitude and will let you know when she's not happy.

If engaging in kink probably reads up everything about it before engaging, very much a stickler for the rules and making sure that she and her partner are going to be ok (based upon her entire sign gimmick in UCN). If something goes wrong she immediately panics and tries to rectify it.

Struggles not being in control because of past issues and probably autism so asking her to not be the one in control is probably like asking her to chop off an arm. It takes a lot of patience and care for her to be able to take a back seat role.

On the note of her being a stickler for rules and safety, she also gives the best aftercare and she prides herself in it. Less is into the idea of sex and is more into the idea of actively caring for someone and is honestly very sweet about it, overbearing but she's trying.

Glamrock Chica

Bottom.

Probably one of the lazier ones in terms of her sexual life but the most nimble. She can do tricks on it.

Happily will contort herself into different shapes when asked so, easily can fold herself into a mating press without much issue. Because of this she typically warms up a little bit before sex. It's honestly kind of cute to watch her do jumping jacks in her underwear before she flops into bed and grins.

Always wants a bite to eat afterwards, like im talking she will turn to you and ask 'hey, want some pizzahut?'

also surprisingly vanilla, but I feel like marking would be something she enjoys.

Is really good at eating you out.

Has gotten a cramp during sex before and it was funny to watch her roll out of bed while clutching her leg.

She does like the idea of almost being caught due to being out in the spotlight often, but at the same time she knows that it would tarnish the rep of the band. Don't be surprised when you're pulled into a closet or somewhere behind stage for a small quickie because she needs to taste you right then and there.

That kid had a hard swing. Pressing your hand against the side of your head as you stumbled to your feet, blood was soaked into the fingers of your glove. Your blood was soaked into the fingers of your glove. Gritting your teeth, you unhooked your walkie-talkie from your belt, flicking the shitty power button on the side to on.

“Where the fuck are you guys?” You asked into the radio, beginning to track after the small trail of blood the target had made, grabbing the pipe he had foolishly dropped. You were proud of the fact that you were able to stab him at least once. “He got the jump on me.”

The radio crackled as you heard Toby cackle, feeling your blood pressure skyrocket at the idea he found amusement in what you could only assume was a gash on your head, the prick always laughing at the most annoying times. Then again, he was always annoying, even if you had gotten used to his presence years ago. “Where’s he?” Brian’s voice came through the static, cutting through Toby’s laughter.

Stopping at the landing of some stairs, your eyes followed the blood droplets upwards. “He’s heading towards you. I’m not that far behind…” You believed you weren’t anyway. Your head dropped, pressing the walkie-talkie to your temple as you groaned. The operator had to be somewhere nearby for your headache to be this severe, breathing in slowly through your nose as you attempted to keep yourself steady. You knew that something came in via the radio, but you couldn’t feel the ground underneath your feet, your body not feeling much of anything and yet seeing it all in a blinding flash of colours that made your head throb, yet closing your eyes didn’t stop it.

Wind rushed pass your ears, your eyes shooting open in time to see that you were beginning to fall down the stairs, unsure of how you came to be in this situation but you braced yourself for impact, bringing your arms up to protect your head from any more damage. Your sense of touch came back, feeling an arm jerk around your waist and pull you back onto the landing, smelling the familiar scent of cigerettes without needing to look behind to know it was Tim. Rolling off of him, his mask was askew, seeing through one of the eye holes his dark eyes that was narrowed.

“I told you to wait for backup. What the fuck were you doing?” He asked, the annoyance clearer than glass in his voice as he looked at you, but as you tore your own mask off to get some air into your system better, you realised that your skin was covered in a sheen of sweat you hadn’t noticed before. He sat there, studying you for a moment before he pushed his mask up, his lips pressed into a thin line as he studied your face again, this time without the mask. “You weren’t lying about him getting the upper hand.”

‘No shit, Sherlock,’ you wanted to say, but before it could come out of your mouth, Tim had already grabbed something out of his pocket to press against your head, knocking your train of thought off the rails and reminding you that you were injured. “Fuck you!” You hissed, narrowing your eyes at Tim, but he didn’t react to your insult, wiping away the blood that had dripped down the side of your face.

Despite the fact you both were forced to kill against your will, it was moments like this that you cherished, letting your eyes close for a moment, appreciating the gentle touch before it was ripped from you, a gun pointed under your chin.

Mother fucker.

“Really?” You grumbled, your brows pinching together as he stared at you.

“You were letting your guard down,” Was all he said, though as he pulled the gun away you decided to test fate, grabbing the tip of it between your teeth, grinning at him as he paused, staring at you.

“What?” You said, biting down a bit more on the gun, “Caught you off guard?” Though he didn’t show it much, you got under his skin more times than you liked to admit, especially as your lips locked around the gun, pushing yourself closer to Tim.

You could see the Adam’s apple in his throat bob at the sight, unsure if he wanted to rip the gun out of your mouth (and take a few teeth with it) or shove it further down your throat. Opening your mouth, you dragged your tongue along the flat side on the bottom, smiling as best as you could, feeling him apply just a bit more pressure against your tongue.

“Are you choosing to be a brat now just to get back at me?” You shrugged your shoulders at Tim’s question, watching as he twisted the gun in your mouth to press up against the roof of it. “What’s stopping me from blowing your brains out right here, right now?”

“I have a great pussy?”

Despite the fact that your words were muffled by the gun, you couldn’t help but laugh at yourself, realising how stupid it sounded — but it was sort of true, he did come back time and time again to fuck you, especially now as he pulled the gun out of your mouth before seizing you by the front of your shirt, dragging you across the ground and away from the stairs. You held onto his wrists to relieve some of the pressure off your shirt, and your neck, before you were hoisted up and onto your feet, pressed against a pillar.

“Alright then, because you want to play so smart…”

Tim easily was able to pin you against a surface without trying, his body much bigger compared to yours as he braced one of his arms against your chest, dangling the gun, still wet with your saliva, on his fingers as he reached into his jacket. You weren’t surprised to find that he had his cigarettes on him or his lighter, especially as he pressed the filter between his lips and lit it up, the warmth of the lighter’s flame licking the tip of your nose before it was snapped shut again. He always smelt like a chimney, even more so as he blew the smoke in your face after his first inhale.

“Don’t like it?” he asked as you crinkled your nose at the all too familiar smell. “Good.”

A part of you loved the high that came with knowing that the smoke came from his mouth, the other part hated the fact that you got wet at the thought of him forcing your lips open and shotgunning it straight into your mouth, knowing that it would burn no matter what — but it was Tim’s smoke, and Tim was smoking hot either way, especially now as he switched the hands he held the gun in, tapping it on the side of your head as he kept you pinned.

He was thinking, he was thinking hard; his brown eyes were calculating on what exactly to do as he studied your facial features, like a hunter did to their prey, watching as his lips curved with a thought as he dragged the gun down your cheek, your neck, feeling the pressure of the tip of it through your clothes as he dragged it all the way down to the waist of your pants.

“Off.”

No suggestion, no please, a command came from his lips like a dog biting down on its prize, your fingers trembling as you focused on your waistband, keeping your eyes locked on him as you slid them as far down as you could with his elbow digging into your clothing. It wasn’t far, but it was far enough for Tim to hum a satisfied noise, smoke coming through his nose as he relieved some of the pressure on your chest, allowing you to breathe a bit better.

You immediately lost your oxygen when you felt the gun press against your most intimate parts.

Despite the fact it had been in your mouth only minutes earlier, it was already ice cold, Tim’s eyes crinkling at the edges as he pressed the gun further against your pussy, pressing his thumb against your clit as he did so. If that thing went off between your thighs, fuck his healing bullshit, that would hurt — and it wouldn’t be so easy to explain why you were bleeding out of your ass compared to your head.

He seemed to notice your alarm, laughing, blowing a billow of smoke in your face that you struggled to breathe through. “I won’t shoot you,” Tim said, though as his smirk grew so did your fear, “on purpose, at least.” He wouldn’t shoot you, right? You couldn’t look down to see if his finger was on the trigger or if the safety was on, but as you felt it drag through your folds, your shoulders shuddering at the feeling, knowing that it was one finger squeeze away from lighting up between your thighs, you knew that you were getting wetter at the contact.

You loved and hated your stupid body, especially as Tim’s gaze darkened, realising how into this you were.

“You’re a fuckin’ whore,” he cackled, the gun shifting to rub the tip against your clit, barely grazing it with each pass. “Probably wishing this was me, yeah?” You did, you wanted it to be his warm cock pressing against your slit right now, threatening to bully your walls open with the blunt head, but your words died on your tongue as he, with his inhumane strength, pushed you further up the pillar, forcing you to look down at him as you could feel the gun press at your opening. “Too bad.”

Your body had warmed the gun where it had touched you, but everything else about it was still cold, shocking your system for a moment as he pushed it between your folds, feeling the harsh edges scrape against your innermost walls, bringing brief tears to your eyes as your body was forced to warm the object. It eventually faded away as he pressed it inside until you felt the trigger guard press against your flushed skin, settling there for a moment before he began to fuck it slowly in and out. He still wasn’t showing any fatigue from holding you up, his arm remaining firm against your chest, acting as if he was just watching television as he made a show of twisting the gun inside of you. It felt good, too good, letting out small whimpers and whines as your body shuddered and tingles went through your limbs.

“If you shoot me—!” Your threat was cut off as his lips pressed against yours, the cigarette probably somewhere on the ground as he blew the foul-smelling smoke from his mouth into yours. You were forced to inhale it in, feeling as it burnt your lungs and made them cry out in pain that felt good, watching as it passed your eyes as he pulled away.

“Where did all that bratty energy go, hm?” Maybe it was the fact your blood was beginning to pool towards your feet, or maybe your heart was beating so fast that you could hear what remained of your blood roar past your ears. You were already so close, the knot of fear turning into something else that sat in the pit of your stomach as you breathlessly moaned, squeezing your eyes shut to block out the smug looking man in front of you — it did little to help, only intensifying the feeling of him between your thighs. “Aw, you’re trying so hard not to cum, yeah?”

You nodded your head, the little bit of that defiant energy still living inside, though it was quickly dismissed as you felt yourself drop — his arm was on your throat now, pressing against it.

“You’ll either pass out or cum all over this gun like a good whore.”

Fuck. He knew what got your blood rushing even hotter, struggling to breathe as his arm braced more against your jaw than your neck, but it still did the same. Keeping his pace with the gun, he made it firmer against your walls, harsher. Your hands flew up to his arm to try and relieve some of the pressure, grunting as his body pressed more against you once more, your head growing more light headed by the second before your legs locked up, feeling that knot give way, breaking as you felt your cunt spasm. You were cumming, white hot and hard, letting out little groans with what air you still had before you were dropped, falling onto your knees as you coughed and wheezed.

Head spinning, you felt him wipe the gun against your jacket.

“We’re not done yet,” Tim chuckled, “but we’ll have to wait… the others have been trying to find us.” Hearing your names crackle over the radio, Tim pulled his mask back over his face before he started walking away. You fixed yourself, quickly following after Tim, though this time with more a wobble in your step.

You explained it to the others by saying that you may have gotten a concussion.

You also drove your pipe into the target’s very dead balls as a 'fuck you'.