SlashersCanEatMyAss

♡ A/N: Happy Valentines Days, lovies! ♡ Also, to all the Kress Twins fans reading this, they're coming very soon! I didn't forget them, I just wanted to have these out in time for the holiday.

♡ Something Important to Note: In these headcanons, romantic, platonic, and sexual attraction are treated as three different things. If a character is mentioned to be sexually attracted to you, that doesn't mean that they're necessarily romantically attracted to you. The type of attraction they have towards you is left to your imagination/discretion ♡

CW: Obsessive, overprotective, possessive, and violent behavior, mentions of mutilation, non-fatal electrocution, drills and drilling, firearm usage, non-sexual spanking, beatings, mentions of sex and sexual attraction but nothing explicit, excessive swearing, subtle themes of forced age regression, mentions of breaking limbs, force-feeding/drinking, brief mentions of castration and skinning (not towards reader or the prime assets), non-consentual touching (non-sexual), these characters are their own warning

Sergeant Leland Coyle

♡ Possessive, violent, and cruel, Coyle is (arguably) the worst Prime Asset to have obsessed with you.

♡ He thinks of himself as morally superior to everyone he encounters, and will constantly lecture you about his supposed virtuosity and others’ degeneracy any chance he can. Coyle acts like he’s the teacher, and you’re his naive pupil who needs to be protected and taught the ways of the world. His constant repetition of the things he wants you to believe aren’t just so that they’ll stick in your head, but are also a subconscious reassurance to himself.

♡ Coyle is obsessed with power, and especially with having it over you. He’ll always take the dominant role in any of your interactions and will react with rage and violence if you try to (or if he thinks you’re trying to) challenge his authority. 

♡ He’s unbelievably possessive. If you come into a trial with any other reagents, Coyle will become extremely aggressive and try to kill everyone but you on sight. He’ll accuse them of being predatory perverts who only want to get in your pants and tell them that he won’t let them “take what’s his”. In the same breath, he’ll yell at you for being promiscuous and will declare that he won’t let you make a cuckold out of him.

♡ Coyle is constantly looking for reasons to punish you. It’s partially to satisfy his sadism, but he does genuinely view each punishment as a teaching moment. He wants to teach you (more accurately, break you) as soon as he can, as he justifies it. Although he acts extremely violent and cruel towards you a lot of the time, he always comes up with a reason or excuse, because he would actually feel bad if he hurt you without justifying it to himself.

♡ Coyle will use his baton against you often. It’s normally to incapacitate or punish you, but he’ll also jab and crackle it at you if he wants to herd you somewhere and doesn’t want to/can’t drag or carry you. He also tries to mark you with it, because he gets very jealous when he thinks of you outside the trials, interacting with other people. He satiates the feeling by shocking you in noticeable places just enough to leave marks. When he’s not using its electricity on you, he’s swatting or beating you with it, or using it to trip you/sweep your legs.

♡ Coyle likes to hunt you down when you’re in the trials. He likes the thrill of the hunt in general, but it’s also because it feels much more satisfying when he finds you (and has an excuse to punish you). While you’re hiding from him, he’ll constantly call out for you, talk about how he’s going to punish you when he finds you, and will make lecherous comments (if he’s sexually attracted to you).

♡ He’ll often try to keep you in a cell when he’s not hunting you down, so you can’t go anywhere when he has to stop any reagents that survive his initial rampage, or if you manage to squirm out of his iron grip. If he’s romantically attracted to you, he’ll ramble about the two of you getting married very often. It’s what the Lord wants, he says.

♡-> “Your little head is all mixed up now, but don’t you worry, sweetness. I’ll teach you exactly what you need to know.”

♡-> “Fuck are you doing, running wild with all these got-dang junkies and perverts?! Stringing me along?! I’ll teach you to make a cuckold out of an officer of the fuckin’ law!”

♡-> “I’m the only one out of these fucked-up pinko shits who’s got any sort of decency about him. Ain’t no one who can look after you good as I can. You remember that, honey.”

Mother Gooseberry/Phyllis Futterman

♡ Gooseberry sees herself as your mother, and will refer to herself as such. However, her obsession with you goes far beyond merely labeling herself. She thinks that you’re her own child, and will treat you like it. Phyllis coddles and babies you to the uttermost degree, and will either ignore you or become very upset if/when you object to her infantilizing treatment of you.

♡ Ever the protective type, Phyllis wants to keep you far, far away from your fellow reagents and  the other Prime Assets. While she isn’t fundamentally opposed to the concept of you having friends, she sees the reagents as dangerous, bad influences, and the other Primes especially so. If she thinks someone is trying to take you from her, she’ll panic and become extremely violent towards them, be it scientist, reagent, or Prime Asset.

♡ She’ll refer to Dr. Futterman as your grandfather, and insist you do, as well. The goose puppet has a very rude and strict attitude towards you, and will encourage (or order) Gooseberry to be more firm with you. If you’ve been “misbehaving”, Futterman will encourage her to punish you violently, but she won’t take his advice if she doesn’t think you deserve it. Regardless of his usually cruel demeanor, he’ll act protectively of you if other people are involved, yelling about how he won’t let anyone pervert or lay a hand on his grandchild.

♡ Though Gooseberry doesn’t inherently mistrust you, she’ll often have you incapacitated in various ways so that you can’t run from her, usually with Dr. Futterman’s drill, ropes, or by breaking limbs. She thinks that you just don’t understand that Mother knows what’s best for you. When she’s trying to find you (when you come into her trials or manage to escape her), she’ll think that you’re trying to play hide and seek and will happily play along- to a certain point. If you evade her for longer than she’s comfortable, Gooseberry will become desperate, calling out for you to stop playing and come to your mother when she tells you to.

♡ When Phyllis finally manages to catch you, she’s giddy at the prospect of being able to coddle you as much as she pleases. She loves spending time and doing things with you, and will treasure the moments she has with you (before the scientists take you away) to the fullest. 

♡ She’s almost always holding you in some way or another, whether you’re cradled in her arms or trapped on her lap. Gooseberry is always trying to keep you entertained and happy, and will make you do a variety of activities with her. She’ll dress you with clothes she steals from mannequins and dead reagents, sing to you constantly, spoon-feed you any food she has on hand, and play games with you.

♡ If she thinks that you’re too tense or upset, she’ll force you to take cocaine, claiming that it’ll make you happy and energetic. She’ll press a palmful of the stuff up to your mouth and nose while she holds your head in place, and will sometimes turn on Dr. Futterman’s drill behind you to startle you into inhaling. She’ll also use it as a sort of laughing gas when her and Dr. Futterman perform dental cleanings on you. Phyllis will often check your teeth and insist on brushing them for you.

♡ Her punishments normally involve spankings or time-outs, but as was stated before, Dr. Futterman will try to convince her that you need harsher treatment if you’re going to actually learn your lesson. Gooseberry will usually advocate for a gentler hand, but she will become violent if you try to escape or hurt her. What warrants her normal punishments are things like backtalk, repeatedly refusing to eat the food she gives you, ignoring her, or challenging her worldview (ex. insisting that Dr. Futterman is only a puppet, saying that she’s not your real mother, etc.)

♡ When Gooseberry deems that it’s your bedtime, she’ll take you to a room in the orphanage that she’s set aside just for you. You’ll be rocked in her arms while she sings or hums lullabies to you, or you’ll be tucked into the bed while she and Dr. Futterman tell you bedtime stories. They’re either upsetting twists on fairy tales, or disturbing anecdotes.

♡-> “There, there, little gosling, Mother’s here, Mother has you. Listen close, there are dangerous people about. They want to hurt you, to take you away from Mother, but you don’t have to fret. Your grandfather and I won’t let anyone take you from us.”

“We’ll drills ‘em to grease if they tries it! Ha-ha-ha-ha!”

♡-> “You’re too goddamn softs on ‘em, Phyllis! We should drills one of their little digits off for that!”

“Now, now, Doctor Daddy, I’m sure they’ve learned their lesson. Haven’t you, little darling?”

♡-> “Sweetheart, come to Mother! I know how much you love to play hide-and-seek, but we can play another game! Don’t you want to play with your mother?”

“You’re gonna gets a goddamn spanking when we finds you, you ungrateful little brat!”

Franco “Il Bambino” Barbi

♡ Franco is a very big bully towards you. Like Coyle, he wants to have total power and dominance over you, and pushing you around and having you scared of him (to a certain extent) makes him feel powerful and like he’s in control. He’ll belittle you, because even with his own proclivities and fetishes, he doesn’t want you, specifically, to seem bigger than him in any sort of way. He’ll still refer to himself childishly, but will become enraged if you try calling him a baby, refer to him as bambino, or if he thinks that you’re insinuating that he’s immature.

♡ Unlike Coyle and Gooseberry, he’ll become upset when you hide from him or when he has to hunt you down in a trial. He has very little patience, and this will be amplified by the fact that he knows that the doctors will eventually come to drag you away. Franco will call out for you in a variety of tones, from sweet to angry to impatient. 

♡ Franco is probably the most possessive out of all the Assets. When you come in with other reagents, he’ll throw a huge tantrum and will shoot Lupara every which way when he sees your group. He won’t even bother with the usual beating when he finds the others, and will immediately shoot them in the face when he catches up to them. However, he’ll shoot any reagents that you seem close or friendly with in multiple non-fatal places before he gets to their head. 

♡ When Franco eventually finds you, he’ll drag you (or force you along by pointing Lupara at you) to a room that he’s set aside in each of the trial environments that he goes to. Despite his cruel actions and nasty demeanor, Franco does actually feel very affectionate towards you, and he isn’t afraid to show it. To Franco, you are the only person he’s ever truly loved. His father was anything but tender on the best of days, his affair with Angelina never went anywhere beyond sex, and he doesn’t even remember his birth mother at all.

♡ He’s very touchy, and not only in a lecherous sense. Franco is constantly grabbing onto you, hugging you, holding your chin/cheeks in his hand, forcing you to sit on his lap, straddling you, kissing you, tugging (or yanking) on your hair and ears, forcing you to cuddle him, and wrapping his arms around your neck, waist, or shoulders. He’ll also give you strange and/or disturbing compliments that he thinks are flattering.

♡ Though he’s usually affectionate with you (in his own, twisted way) he’s still a cruel and violent person, and this will extend to you if he thinks that you deserve it. If you’ve done something that he thinks warrants a punishment, (ex. call him bambino/childish/immature/a baby, insult him, hit him, refuse to drink/use the things he gives you, scream too much, avoid him in a trial, try to run away, etc.) he’ll get rough with you. He’ll drag you by your hair, slap you, kick you, knee you in the face or stomach, and hit you with the butt of Lupara. Franco isn’t eager to use Lupara against you, but will shoot to wound if you’re getting away and he can’t catch up with you in time.

♡ He’ll force you to drink Wolf’s Milk, and will get offended if you refuse to drink it and/or say that it's gross. You’ll be forced to drink it from one of his baby bottles upon repeated refusal, but with the normal rubber nipples attached. Not because he acknowledges how disgusting the human nipples he attaches to them are, but because he would get extremely jealous if someone else’s nipple was in your mouth, attached or not. Franco would also force you to suck on his pacifier, to gag you or just to “bond” with you. 

♡-> “The fuck d’you think you are, trying to take what’s mine?! I’ll shoot your goddamn cock off after I skin you, you rat motherfucker! Don’t you lay your filthy fuckin’ eyes on them!”

♡-> “You can’t hide forever, sweetness! Might as well come on out, I just wanna see your pretty little smile, just wanna love up on you. I’ll cuddle you right, keep you nice and warm…”

♡-> “A Barbi's word is his bond, sweetheart, and I can promise you two things. One, Franco is gonna take good care of you, and two, he’s gonna take care of any fucks I catch trying to get between us.”

A/N: do I have a Franco scenario in the works? maybe! you'll just have to wait and see :3

You: It depends on the area.

Okay let’s face it, most of them contribute absolutely nothing-

♡ Summary: Deemed a liability for Murkoff Corporation, you are swiftly taken from the sleep room and placed into a trial. Not as a reagent, but a scapegoat. Lucky for you, the Prime Asset you're placed under is utterly obsessed with you!

♡ A/N: There's a joke at the beginning that clashes with the tone of the rest of the fic, but I thought of it and it made me laugh, so, it stays.

CW: yandere, GRAPHIC depictions of violence, light angst, hurt/comfort, descriptions of acid and what it does to skin, hot wax (not in a kinky way), needles, very slight degradation from easterman, unethical science, broken bones, swearing, reader regresses a little from the fear and all the drugs the scientists have pumped in them, kidnapping (kind of), this is an outlast fic you probably know what you're getting into

The Prelude...

“Is this because I called it “Jerk-Off” corporation? Because I swear I was just joking-!”

You were cut off abruptly as a needle pierced the skin of your neck and filled your system to the brim with sedative. The scientist who did it rolled their eyes and hauled you up onto the table, muttering to themself. 

Dr. Easterman shook his head in disappointment as he watched you through his screen, “Only partially,” he said to your unconscious form. It was really a mix of your lackluster performance and the fact that he had noticed that the Prime Asset he was sending you to was, for lack of a better word, infatuated with you. It was always a shame to lose a reagent, but it was all in the name of science. In the name of Murkoff.

Easterman took a drag of his cigarette.

“Let the trial begin.”

Sargent Leland Coyle

“Let- let me go!” You sobbed, “I-I-I’m gonna call the pol-police!”

Restrained to the Judge’s bench, you thrashed every which way, occasionally choking yourself on the noose wrapped around your neck. Coyle stood in front of the entrance to the courtroom, gripping his baton so tightly his knuckles were turning white under his glove.

“Don’t you worry, sweet thing!” He called out, “I’m already here, and I ain’t gonna let no criminal scum touch a hair on your pretty little head!” 

He turned his gaze to glare at the mannequin in blue, sitting so primly in her chair in the accused’s section, “And I ain’t gonna let that bitch walk again…”

Coyle lifted you from the bench with an uncharacteristic tenderness. Your crying had quieted substantially, but your voice raised back to a sob when your broken ankle swayed limply. 

The reagent had managed to get you once before Coyle had slammed them to the ground and crushed part of their skull with how hard he had thrust his baton at them, but he didn’t stop there. He had turned the electricity on so high and kept it in their head for so long that the entire courtroom was filled with the smell of burnt flesh by the time he was done.

Leland pressed his mouth into your scalp, no longer cloaked in burlap, but didn’t kiss. Instead, he breathed your scent in deeply, like an asthmatic with their inhaler. You shook in his arms and tried to ignore the throbbing in your ankle.

Mother Gooseberry/Phyllis Futterman

“I-I want my mama…” Your voice was low and thick with tears, “Want my mama, want my mama…”

Mother Gooseberry’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces at the sound of your abject misery. She pet your head through the burlap sack and leaned down, “Hush. Hush, hush, hush, my poor baby… Don’t fret, Mother’s here, Mother’s here…” 

“Grandpa’s not gonna let any fucks put their filthy handses on you!” 

“Gently, Daddy, gently…”

Phyllis wiped the wax off your skin the best she could, humming and cooing every time you groaned in pain.

“There, there, sweetheart, I know it hurts. Mother’s going to get it all off of you…”

The air stunk of iron and sulfur, and the bag was still covering your head. Gooseberry had immediately devoted her attention to getting all of the wax off once the screams had stopped.

You didn’t really want the bag off soon, anyways. You didn’t want to see what had happened to the people you used to eat and arm wrestle and play chess with.

Franco "Il Bambino" Barbi

“Want my goggles back…” You murmured between whimpers and sniffles, “M’scared of the dark…”

Franco couldn’t quite make out what you were saying, but it didn’t bother him very much, because he had more urgent matters to take care of at that moment.

“Shh, y’don’t have to say nothing, baby. Come on, let’s get you comfortable.”

He wheeled you into the panic room, securing you at the end of the trail. He grabbed your cheek through the sack on your head, pulling you towards him and pressing a kiss to your other one through the scratchy fabric, soaked with your tears.

“You stay right here, and I’ll be right back, swear to god. Just gotta take care of these fuckin’ rats.”

Pink water pooled around Franco’s dirty shoes as he gently held your chin up with one hand and a hose over your head with the other. You shivered as the cold water ran down your body and soaked your clothes, washing the blood from the tank away. 

In contrast to your freezing, vulnerable form, Franco had a look of utter confidence and relief on his countenance.

“See, sweetness? Took care of those fuckin’ finks for you. Ain’t no fuckin’ scabs can take the money out of the pockets of hard-working folks like us.”

He tilted your head back and kissed you on the nose, humming to himself in contentment all the while.

Otto and Arora Kress

Your breathing was loud and labored under the cheap plastic of the mask as you weakly squirmed in your restraints. 

“Don’t wanna die- I don’t wanna die!” Your voice was a quiet, pathetic wail, wet with the phlegm gathering in your throat.

“And so you won’t, darling!” Otto called out to you from across the fountain. Though Arora had already busied herself with fiddling with the “water” guns pointed at you, trying to find some way to make them malfunction, she muttered to herself, “None of those fucking mutts are going to touch you.”

Otto’s heart ached for you as you whimpered in your fitful sleep. He could hear your legs shuffling in place under the sheets.

Arora was bent over, her face only a foot from yours as she spread a homemade salve over the parts where the acid had gotten you. The only reason you were able to fall asleep in the first place is because she had knocked you out with a sleeping gas the moment they managed to get you down from the fountain.

In a way, you were lucky. Not many people who came under their hands had the privilege of anesthesia.

When she was done, Arora let her wrinkled hand rest on your forehead for a moment before tapping Otto on the arm. He turned around to see your sleeping, blistered face, and leaned over you, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

“Tout ira bien,” he murmured, “Tout ira bien.”

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PA + Ex-Pop kink lists and headcanons (NSFW)

I've wanted to do this one for a while, I don't know why I didn't do it sooner. Anyways, of course, a lot of this is just my interpretation. I will include more obvious kinks they probably have, but still. There will also be repeats, but I will make distinctions in the headcanons I include!

I may also include some quotes from the character to show where I got the idea from. Not all of them will have quotes because I do still have to be creative. Anyway, thank you for enjoying my blog! I'm glad you like what I write! Strap in. This'll be a long one.

⚠️ Final warning: Really freaky sexual themes and ideas ahead! Viewer discretion is advised.

Leland Coyle:

* Leather - As I said, some of these would be obvious. Still, he would love to see you in some scandalous leather outfits. Leather bikini, leather bra, even maybe a leather catsuit. He would be infatuated, not with just your appearance. He would love the smell, too.

Whenever you got close enough, he would stick his face close to you and breathe you in. It wouldn't be too obvious, not like if Franco did it. It sounded more like a calm, deep breath.

Quote: "I just love the smell of leather. Oil and leather."

* Electrostimulation - Another self-explanatory one, but still. Seeing your body writhe and squirm under his baton would be heaven for him. It's not a one-way street either. He would secretly love it when you took his baton and held it against him. Expect a lot of groaning and grunting.

Quote: "Gonna give you the electric cure."

* Electric collars - Honestly, Coyle would enjoy any type of collar because he would absolutely yank you around everywhere. Even still, he would have a special affinity for an electric collar.

If he had a way to control it, he would have an absolute field day. He would randomly set it off during a trial just to hear you react. Every time you got scared from the shock and made a ton of noise, he would just laugh.

Dare I say, with enough persuasion, you could convince him to try on an electric collar, too?

* Praise - Hear me out, but Coyle would love it when you praised him. He has an ego the size of Jupiter, so he loves it when you stroke it (and him). He especially loves it when you praise him for being a good police officer. When you praise him, be becomes more "pliable." He's more linent and more likely to reward you.

Quote: "I'm such a good cop."

* Degredation - As much as he loves it when you're under him, he does love a little disobedience. So, when you disobey, he's hurling the most insulting nicknames he can think of at you. Dummy, shitbird, meat, punk, bitch, fucker, you name it. (Those were all names I got from his voicelines.)

* Roleplay - I mean, roleplay is kinda what he does. Genuinely. He sees himself as the cop and you as the criminal, even if it's all more complicated than that. He loves the chase and the adrenaline he feels when he finds you. If you play into that little cat and mouse game, he might find it frustrating but would also find it most certainly thrilling. It also plays into his power trip. It makes him feel bigger than you.

* Bondage - This one kind of goes along with the leather, but he would love seeing you bound. Especially in handcuffs. Being able to touch, pleasure, and hurt you while you struggle against his restraints wouldn't only be arousing, but also amusing. If you get frustrated with him? Even better, that just gives him more grounds to punish you.

* Begging - He loves hearing that sweet voice of yours beg for him. Whether it's begging him to let you finish, or begging him to stop hurting you, he adores it all. Unfortunately, begging him to stop only turns him on more and makes him go harder.

Quote: "Only thing, only thing I want to hear out of you is begging, screaming, and dripping."

* Humping - Coyle would love it if you ever humped his leg or boot (more on that later). He would degrade and praise you, looking back and forth between your face and in between your thighs. He would absolutely force you to make eye contact with him, too. The desperation and/or pleasure on your face would send him into a frenzy.

* Semi-public play - This one goes back to his fixation for punishment. Accusing you of public indecency but completely being invested in it. Fingering you and/or stroking you off while degrading you. Telling you to be quiet or he'll give you a reason to scream.

Quote: "I got a real short tolerance for public indecency."

* Face fucking - I could see Coyle love hearing you gag on him. Having you on your knees, forcing your head down on him. The gagging would stroke his ego as well, thinking he was just too big for you. If you didn't gag? All the better, he wouldn't have to go easy on you.

* Fear play - You'll see this one a lot. Coyle loves it when you're afraid. Especially if you were typically stoic, composed, or egotistical. It would show him that he's still "got it." As in, he can still be intimidating. If you won't submit willingly, he'd try to scare you into submission.

* Piercings - Specifically if they're in intimate areas or if the piercings are metal, because metal conducts electricity. You'd be so sensitive. It would drive him wild. He would get hard just thinking about you feeling the electricity even after he was done with you.

* Smoking/Shotgunning - After or during sex, Coyle might hold the cigarette between his fingers and urge you to take a drag, holding it to your lips. Coyle would also blow smoke in your face or mouth, then ask you how it tasted.

* Boots - Whether you're humping his boots or licking them, he delights in it. Your desperation, your submission, your neediness, it's all so satisfying for him to watch. Coyle would make you lick his boots as an apology and have the most sickening smirk on his face. One of his punishments would be stepping on you.

Quotes: "I'm a stomp a hole in you..."

"You lick my boot, maybe I let you up."

Mother Gooseberry

* Praise - She would absolutely encourage you through sex, telling you how good you are and how well you're taking her. Even through punishments, she would praise you after each round/hit you took.

Quote: "There's a good child. Daddy, would you like to operate?"

* Degredation - If you disobeyed or were bad, she would degrade you. Not in such a way as Coyle, though. She would sugarcoat it. Expect names like naughty child, spoiled brat, and lazy child (also names taken from her voice lines). Mother Gooseberry would force you to apologize as she's punishing you. That's mentioning nothing of Mr. Futterman. He would degrade you no matter what, and a lot less nicely.

* Spanking - One of her go-to methods for punishment. Mother Gooseberry wouldn't stop until you were red from the impacts. That being said, I don't think she would be very gentle either. If you aren't flinching from the pain, she wasn't doing it hard enough.

Quotes: "That little shit needs a spanking."

"Oh, I could help him with that."

* Biting - Both Mother Gooseberry and Mr. Futterman have a fixation on teeth. That being said, I could see Mother Gooseberry letting you bite her if you ask nicely. Mother Goosberry would love to look over the bite mark and show Mr. Futterman, almost analyzing it. I do think she would enjoy the mark you would leave too, seeing just how strong that mouth of yours is.

Quotes: "Lateral incisor! Upper bicuspid! First Molar! Third Molar!"

"A little more time brushing at the sink would mean a lot less time in the chair."

* Fingering - I read some headcanons about Mother Gooseberry, and this was a headcanon of hers that someone else had. I like the idea that she'd give you princess/prince treatment (as long as you were good) and make you feel good with her fingers. Having you laid back on pillows while she sits above you, working her fingers inside and out of you.

(I think birdieormutt is the one who made those headcanons? I'm not sure. Anyway, please go check them out! They have such fun headcanons.)

* Finger sucking - I don't know why, but I think Mother Gooseberry would also like to have her fingers sucked on. Especially after she fingers you, she would make you taste yourself. Not until she tasted you for herself, though.

She would love to feel the suction and how strong it is. Praising you as you did it and encouraging you to suck harder.

* Food play - This one might be a bit of a stretch, but I think Mother Gooseberry would lick a lollipop or sucking on a piece of candy before putting it in your mouth. Or maybe she would drizzle a sweet syrup on her body and have you lick it off until she was clean. Completely clean.

Quote: "But children love candy."

* Cunnilingus - Following the "licking syrup off of her" idea, I think she would love to be eaten out. Gently guiding you, tugging on your hair as she sweetly degrades and praises you. Calling you naughty and dirty but naming you her little lamb and gosling. If you had a good tongue, you would leave her breathless. Your tongue would be praised so much you'd think it was silver.

* Tickling - This one is also a bit of a stretch, but she loves it when you smile and laugh. Seeing those beautiful teeth of yours would also make her smile. Your laughing would be music to her ears and remind her that not everyone is afraid of her.

Hearing your moans and gasps in between the laughing would only make you more irresistible. I'm not saying that she would tickle you hard always. Maybe she would start by tickling you a lot, but then get softer as the moments got more intimate.

Franco Barbi:

* Mommy kink - This one is very obvious, but it wouldn't be Franco without it. No matter if you're on the bottom or top, you'd be called mommy at least once. Whispering it in your ear, saying it in between moans, or even when he's begging for you. In fact, I think it would be really difficult for him to get turned on if he didn't/couldn't call you mommy.

It's not always mommy either. It can also be variations of the word. "Mama" is another go-to for him.

Quote: "Mommy, I'm gonna open you right up."

* High heels - This was actually in one of the files you can get in the trials. Claiming Franco liked to be "on the business end of a high heel."

That being said, step on him with heels. Wear heels and let him kiss them. Make him grind against your heels. He loves it all and watches your expression as he does it. You humiliate or praise him while he does it? He gets so turned on.

Quote: "I wonder what her shoes look like. I wonder if I could just... just look at her shoes."

* Lactation - This one isn't surprising either, but even still. If you were in a relationship with Franco, I could see him asking/bribing/demanding the doctors to give you galactagogues. (Galactagogues - Substances that stimulate milk production.)

He wouldn't use the milk just for drinking, either. Franco would use the milk as lube if there's enough after he's done with you.

Quote: "I'm gonna drink you like a fucking milkshake."

* Nipple play - On the topic of breasts and the like, Franco loves nipples. Pinching, squeezing, sucking, biting, licking, everything. Most of the time, he wouldn't be gentle with you. He wants to leave you sore and bruised, hickeys and marks all over.

When playing with your breasts, he needs to be close to you. Sitting on your lap, laying on top of you, straddling you, any position. He just needs to be close and feel your skin against his.

* Voyeurism - He loves to watch. If you give him a strip tease show, his eyes are glued to you. Watching every movement and expression you make. It's not just strip teases either. Watching you bathe and watching you touch yourself were some of his other favorite moments.

When he watched you, he couldn't keep still. He would be shuffling and squirming, maybe even palming himself through his pants. All the while begging you to continue, praising you if you do good, and threatening/degrading you if you stop.

Quote: "Dinner and a show. I love this place."

* Gun play - Franco loves making you suck on the barrels of his Lupara or putting the barrels inside of you. He always has his Lupara close by, both for comfort and security.

If he isn't sticking Lupara inside of you somehow, he might be threatening you. Pushing Lupara up against your chest, chin, or head. Either to keep you from doing anything slick, or just because he likes to see the fear on your face when your life is in jeopardy.

* Oral - This is more general, but I believe he has an oral fixation. He just loves having his mouth on you. As I've said before, licking, biting, sucking, kissing, and drooling are all up his alley. Franco loves the closeness, the feeling of your soft skin in his mouth. The marks and mess are just side benefits.

* Biting - Elaborating more on the oral aspect, he would love biting your nipples. It wouldn't surprise me if Franco chewed on his pacifier, then gave you the same treatment.

He would pay close attention to every noise you made, whether it be a gasp or an "ow." Every noise you made would just excite him, and he would bite you more often.

* Smothering - Franco being practically suffocated in your breasts or thighs would be heaven-sent to him. The pressure on his head would be so soothing and/or comforting to him.

He would take the chance to leave wet kisses all over you, humming and groaning into your skin.

* Face sitting - This one goes along with the smothering kink. You can't tell me this man isn't good at eating someone out. Especially since he thinks he lacks in other departments.

Franco loves tasting you, and his tongue is like magic. Even better, make sure you feel him up as you sit on him. Get handsy, leave kisses, and you'll have him whining underneath you.

* Somnophilia - Franco sleeps a lot and would melt (get really turned on) if you woke him up with more... scandalous acts. He wouldn't just love it when you played with him while he slept. He would enjoy doing it to you, too.

Trailing kisses all the way down to your groin and eating you out or blowing you in your sleep. I also think he would really like your morning voice/appearance. When you're still groggy and messy-looking.

* Fear play - He thinks you're pretty when you're scared. Not only that, but it makes Franco feel "bigger." As much as Franco likes being cared for and coddled, he needs to have some type of leverage on you occasionally.

Making you scared or trying to intimidate you is a prime method. Just ask Lupara. Seeing your wide eyes and trembling body makes you all the more alluring to him. Granted, I don't think he'd want you to be scared all the time. He wants you to be close to him, after all.

Quote: "You're pretty when you're scared."

* Nipple piercings - Any piercings in intimate places, he would really enjoy. However, these piercings will absolutely get gnawed on. Especially nipple piercings.

Funny enough, I don't think Franco would like metal piercings as much as plastic or silicone ones. Metal piercings are harsher on the teeth, but plastic and silicone are softer. It reminds him of his pacifier, but it's 5 times better. Don't worry, if he hurts you, he'll lick and kiss you better after.

* Blood - One of the idle grunts in his trials (I heard it in Poison the Medicine) says, "If he can't get milk, he'll take blood."

That being said, he would definitely lick your wounds. Specifically, if you got shot with Lupara. I do take interest in the idea that if you were to pierce your nipples in front of him, he would be there to watch and lick up the blood.

Plus, I mean, inflicting pain on yourself? He couldn't help but watch.

Kress Twins:

* Cunnilingus - Otto would love to watch you eat Arora out. Especially if he carry-fucks you. Otto would definitely guide you too, telling/showing you how to please her.

Arora would be willing to teach you, too, if you were inexperienced. However, she would find such delight in someone who had an experienced tongue. Her gloved hand holding you close and/or pulling your hair.

* Pet play - Having you as their little play thing would be their goal. At least, when it comes to sex. Treating you as a pet would mean that you could be trained and taught.

Obedience is sexy to them. Having you hung on their every word and bending to their will is so very attractive. I think they would allow you to pick what pet you wanted to be. Dog, cat, bunny, you name it.

* Toys - This one is also more general, but I think toys would be a very important aspect of their sex life. Vibrators, plugs, and restraints would be used. (I will go more in-depth with some sex toys, but you'll read those later.)

Otto and Arora would love watching you stumble around a trial with a plug inside of you. One that they picked out for you. Of course, if they did that, they would go easier on you. Their smart enough to know when the playing field is unfair.

* Suspension play - Having you on a sex swing would be ideal for them. It's more convenient because they can both reach you more easily.

It's not just for simplicity, though. You could hardly be able to fight back, and you would have more freedom to move around. They would love having all four hands on you at once. Quadruple the pleasure.

* Lingerie - Otto and Arora are so fancy, they want you to be fancy too. Them buying you nice lingerie would be a reward for you if you've been good. They may even let you pick what you want.

Otto and Arora would want you to wear the lingerie almost constantly. Either under your clothes, or have you just walking around their trial half-naked. Don't wander in your lingerie in any other prime asset trial without their permission, though. That warrants a punishment.

* Mirrors - Otto and Arora once had a mirror box, so you can't tell me they wouldn't want to use a mirror (or some) with you too. I could see Arora fingering you in front of a mirror and using another mirror angled just right so Otto could watch. Maybe Otto would do the same, but he would make you ride him instead.

They would love watching you get embarrassed seeing your own face in the mirror. I mean, those blushing cheeks of yours are priceless.

Quotes: "I miss our mirror box. I miss looking you in the face while you please me."

"Me too, my love. Me too."

* Intox - Arora would love to test her tinctures on you. Especially tinctures that caused feelings of arousal. Otto would help Arora and keep you pinned down if you tried to escape. Unfortunately, trying to fight or escape would also mean you were gonna get punished.

In a sense, you were their lab rat. However, they did praise you when you did well or let them test things on you. Lucky for them, arousal for you would just mean more fun for them. They would tease you to no end.

* Blindfolds - Arora doesn't like being seen, and Otto doesn't like you looking at Arora. Well, until you become a part of their relationship. Even still, I think blindfolds would be a unique part of your sex life with them.

They would put you in a blindfold and have you explore their bodies until you could please them without a second thought. Not to mention, your hands become more gentle and slow when you had the blindfold on. Sometimes, they needed that gentle touch.

Liliya Bogomolova:

* Cutting - Liliya would carve her name into your skin, and maybe even cute designs. Hearts, crosses, and other things that represent her adoration for you. She loves to watch you tremble and shiver when her claws dig into your skin.

In more intimate moments, she'll be a little more gentle than normal. Blood is inevitable, though. (More on that in a moment.)

Quote: "Cut it away."

* Scratching - She likes scratching you, of course, but she loves it when you scratch her too. It's not easy considering the outfit she wears, but her chest and a part of her upper-back are open.

Don't hold back on the scratching either. Liliya likes it rough. She wants you to hurt her. She will even encourage you to do so.

* Lace - I really do think Liliya would appreciate lace on somebody. Lace is gentle and elegant-looking, but it's also thin and fragile. Liliya can tear through the lace easily and feel your skin beneath her claws.

She loves how soft it makes you look while also making you seem less threatening. She would tell you just how gorgeous and graceful you look.

* Blood - Liliya watches where she cuts you, waiting for the beads of blood to drip down said part of your body. I think one of her favorite places to cut would be your lips.

She would never cut too deep, but enough to where she can taste your blood when she kisses you. When she gets your blood on her claws, she licks it off.

* Fear play - Liliya does like it when you're afraid of her, but within reason. She doesn't want you to always avoid her, but she does like the way your heart races when she scares you.

Typically, when she scares you, she just jumpscares you. She loves to get your blood pumping. It makes your blood all the sweeter. She also enjoys consoling you after she scares you, telling you that you don't need to be afraid any longer. She's got you.

* (Women) Scissoring - Having her legs intertwined with yours is beyond divine to her. Liliya would absolutely try to leg-lock you and keep as much skin contact as possible. She loves the way you shake and move against her.

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Pusher:

* Intox - This one is also rather obvious, but he likes to get you high. Well, depending on the drug. He doesn't want you in psychosis since that's really just a horrible trip and likely to make you freak out. He would rather give you something that mellows you out. Or, he may give you just enough drugs to make you slightly weaker.

* Handjobs - Vanilla, but that's how he would prefer it. Minus the intox. He would love to lie back and let you use your hands on him. If you're a man, I could see him also enjoy giving handjobs. They aren't too physically demanding, and he can do it sitting down.

* Dry humping - Pusher would enjoy having you on top of him and feeling you grind against him. Y'all don't have to take your clothes off, and it feels really good. Pusher's hands would be loosely gripping your thighs as if encouraging you to keep moving rather than guiding you.

* Sleepy sex - Pusher seems like the kind of guy who also enjoys a bit of sleep. Pusher would hold on to you and give you some lazy, gentle touches. He would also really like it if you did the same.

One of his favorite positions would be you on top of him, cowgirl style. Or a blowjob would suffice, too. The room filled with Pusher's soft, breathy moans as you work your magic.

Pitcher:

* Temperature play - There probably won't be any surprises in regards to what I picked for Pitcher's list. Still, he wants you to feel hot. No, feel his heat. He wouldn't always set you on fire, but bring fire just close enough to where you squirm and thrash against the heat.

In fact, I think he would try ice on you. He wouldn't touch the ice himself, though. He has gloves.

Pitcher would make a part of your body extremely cold, and then temperature shock you with his breath. Without breathing fire because I believe, even normally, his breath is really hot.

* Wax play - Pitcher has the perfect tools to melt wax, so why wouldn't he try it? He loves watching the wax drip down your stomach and thighs. Pitcher also really likes when the wax pools up because then he can touch it and smear it across your body.

Following that idea, I could see Pitcher trying to write his name on your body in wax. This is also why I think he would prefer a colored wax, something easier to see on skin.

* Branding - I've said in multiple posts now that I think the Pitcher would brand you by pressing the nozzle of his mask onto your skin and then breathing fire onto you.

Aside from that, I think he would also enjoy using other metal items to brand you. Especially if he could somehow burn his initials into you. He would heat the metal himself, get it red hot, and then press it to your thigh or ass.

* Massages - Pitcher's muscles would be so tense. He would appreciate a bit of relaxation time. Here's the kicker: warming massage oil (AKA: contact-warming oil). His body is already hot, but he would love the tingling heat sensation of the oil.

Pitcher's moaning and groaning during the massage would be his way of telling you how well you're doing. I don't think he'd mind a bit of pain either if you needed to go deep with your massage. It'd be one of those good pains you get from massage sore muscles.

* Burning - Probably the most obvious of them all, but he would love to give you some burns. He doesn't want to kill you, so he'd often be relatively gentle. He still loves to watch you squirm, and he'll pin you down if he has to. Those muscles mean business.

His favorite part of burning you is actually the aftermath. He loves looking at the burn scars he left behind. Pitcher would mimic kisses on those scars by pressing the nozzle of his mask to them.

Night Hunter:

* Cutting - Like Liliya, he loves cutting you. However, I think he would take it to a higher extreme. The Night Hunter would cut deeper and carve his name into you multiple times. He wants other people to know that you're his.

He doesn't always carve things into your skin, though. More often, he just leaves straight cuts on whatever part of your body he can get a hold of.

* Knife play - More accurately, machete play. If he's not cutting you, his machetes blade is poking against you. The Night Hunter would make you beg him not to cut you. If you did good enough, he'd go gentle. Just for you.

Expect a machete blade to be shoved against your neck often. Make sure to be still!

* Fear play - The Night Hunter finds joy in others' fear. He loves to intimidate, and you're no exception. Threatening to slit your throat and stab his machete right through you are some of his favorites.

He loves watching you fight your body, trying your absolute hardest to be still so he doesn't hurt you. The way your eyes go wide when he gets a little too close to your skin? He lives for it.

* Blood - The way your blood drips and splatters on him is a feeling he will never get over. He wants to be wet, drenched in your blood. Though, he wouldn't actually kill you. Not unless he was pressed to. Truth is, he likes you. You were the perfect little bird for him.

Similar to Liliya, the Night Hunter would lick your blood off of his machete. If it's not him licking your blood, he'll force you to clean it with your tongue. Then, he'll kiss you after so he can taste it from your lips.

Quote: "Let's see you bleed."

* Dacryphilia - The Night Hunter would be an absolute sucker for tears. Watching your eyes start to glisten when he hurts you too much or when he scares you enough is so satisfying to him.

He wants to know he's scary, and your crying would be a perfect sign. The Night Hunter would wipe your tears and clean your face after he was done, though. As much as he loves it, he doesn't want your pretty face crying all the time.

* Predator/Prey - He's the predator. You're the prey. He loves chasing you and playing hide and seek with you. This also goes back to the fear play because he loves how terrified you look when he finds you.

On the other hand, he feels a great satisfaction when he finds and/or catches you. All that running and seeking pays off when he finally climbs on top of you. He also enjoys seeing you out of breath, that rise and fall of your chest.

Quote: "Yeah, make me chase you."

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This one was really long, but it was super fun to do. I hope you enjoyed it!

This one took me a while, but it was worth it if y'all liked it. I do think they would like more vanilla things like blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, etc. I just wanted to pinpoint the more unique ones.

I did want to apologize because there wasn't a lot for Liliya. I find it hard to write for her. I hope you understand.

tags & content: NSFW, (probably) dubious consent, porn without plot, sexual content, rough sex, physical assault, threats of violence, humiliation, dom/sub, sadism, choking, cigarette burns, afab reader

“I’ll be damned if I ever felt a tighter cunt than yours, sweetness.”

Coyle’s voice is like gravel in your ear, fuzzy from the constricting grasp his fingers have on your throat. It makes it hard to breathe, your windpipe pressed together just enough to make your vision spotty. You can’t feel anything other than the strain in your back and Coyle’s hips slamming into you from behind, the light headedness dulling any other senses but tingling pleasure.

Blood drips from your split lip — caused by your earlier scuffle, in his haste when he’d slammed you against the metal fence by your hair, eager to dip his hands into your panties and roughly stroke through the wetness there.

You know a bit of blood riles him up. He’d already twisted your head around when he’d took those fingers and shoved them inside of you, his tobacco coated tongue licking into your mouth, teeth grazing the wound just to make it bleed more. When you’d moaned, hips bucking to try and grind your throbbing clit against his palm, he’d dragged his tongue under your chin, collecting the blood with a groan, and shoved your face back into the fence with enough force to make your temple explode and stars creep into your vision.

You don’t know what the other Reagents are doing, where they are lingering in the grimy police station, but you’re too fucked out to care. Your eyes keep rolling to the back of your head, toes curling in your shoes the harder Coyle’s cock hits your insides.

When he leans back, finally losing the clutch on your throat, you erupt into wheezing coughs. It’s hard to catch your breath when you’re being bounced against the fence with every thrust, feeling Coyle’s hand crack against the plump of your ass.

You squeal, the sting resonating in the flesh.

“You go on an keep them whore hips movin’. Work for it,” he commands, and even though you can tell his voice is laced with a smug grin, you know it wasn’t merely a suggestion.

Your trembling fingers scramble for stronger purchase against the fence, fingers twisting into the wiry metal. He’s stopped fucking you in favour of lighting up a new cigarette, his previous one discarded the moment he found something better to do with his mouth.

A low sound escapes your lips, something akin to a whine. You can’t tell yourself, rocking your hips back against his cock as he languidly watches behind the black tinted sunglasses.

The pit in your stomach thrums, trying to find any semblance of rhythm that matched his own.

Your fingers dig harder into the metal until they go white, thighs already aching from exertion.

Coyle doesn’t seem to care, rough hand squeezing your ass, roaming over the flesh as he puffs aggressively at his newly lit cig.

“Good lord,” he growls, palm smacking with enough force to leave a bruise. He groans at the feeling of you tightening around his cock, lips twitching into a deeper smirk. “Some fine fuckin’ work, honey.”

Just as your hips stutter, panting through the exhaustion, he finally ruts back into you harder. His free hand snakes around, closing around your jaw, forcing your head back until you let out a pained squeak. He shoves two fingers into your mouth, rubbing intrusively over your tongue.

Your lips part, moaning around them, his beard scratching against the nape of your nape as he pants against the skin, the heat of the cig making you wince.

His hips are slamming so hard into yours it’s jarring, barely able to catch a breath as his fingers continue to plunge mercilessly across your tongue.

“W-Wait,” you can barely squeak out, but that just earns you an even harder thrust that steals the air from your lungs. Coyle stuffs his fingers to the back of your throat, and you feel your eyes stinging with new tears.

“You got no fuckin’ manners or what?” Coyle growls, fucking into you again with enough force to rattle the fence. “Ain’t nobody teach you not to talk with your mouth full?”

A muffled apology around his fingers barely escapes you. You can only focus on his cock driving in and out of you, plunging through your walls like jelly; his fingers stroke patterns along your tongue, saliva pooling along your lips. When he removes them, he twists your head towards his, sealing his rough lips over yours.

Smoke floods down your throat. It’s bitter and acidic, burning the inside of your mouth like fire.

His teeth sink into the flesh of your bottom lip to reopen the wound along the way, leaving you coughing and spluttering and gasping for breath when he pulls away. His hand creeps from your jaw to your face, fingers spreading a mix of saliva and blood around your mouth until you look like a humiliating mess.

“That’s right, sweetness,” he murmurs, leaning back to press your face back into the fence. “Bet you ain’t never been fucked by a real man before, huh? Been saving this pussy for a man of the law? Don’t you worry, I’ll keep fuckin’ you good.”

Your body bounces against the fence, the metal clanking, and you feel your orgasm blossom. Coyle’s hips slam once, then twice, and you can feel his warmth spill into you, your pussy clenching hard around his cock as your own climax slams into you.

Your head rocks forward, whining, the apex of your thighs giving an involuntary shake, cunt quivering from the aftershocks.

You pant, still gasping for breath, saliva and blood smeared around your mouth.

“Fuckin’ whore,” Coyle sneers, pressing the hot blunt of his cigarette into your spine, just above the cleft of your ass. You give a pained cry, forehead hitting the fence, a few extra tears leaking down your face. You can feel his thumb tracing your folds, right where his cock meets, a wry chuckle rumbling in his throat.

“But I don’t mind bein’ the one to teach you to respect the law.”

He shoves you off him, and your knees instantly buckle, hitting the floor with a thud. You bite back a whimper, swallowing it with the taste of ash. Through your hair, you glance up at him, as if expecting some sort of blow or other unsavoury favour.

Whenever a trial is ongoing, he'll look and hopes to find you. When he does see you he'll do his absolute best to catch you, not caring for anything else in the world. His greedy hands grabbing all over you, his grip is tight, not letting you go. He seduces you with kissing and licking on whatever skin he can find, and god forbid you wear too much clothing, he'll be ripping it off just to get to you. He might be generous and let you keep yer mask on if you let him undress you.

He snaps at and hurts ex-pops who chase or dare cause any harm towards you. He's kind of like a guard dog? Wanting yer attention always but also fighting off anyone who he considers a threat.

When he's chasing someone but notices you, he'll suddenly trip or run face into the wall infront of him. He blames you of course. And so does Easterman. Are you seriously fooling around with the Asset instead of doing what is asked of you? Do you wish to be given to them? To be locked in a cage? You don't do you? You were doing such a wonderful progress too.

You'll be banned from going to his trials for a while. He misses you so damn much. Everything irritates him, he's more aggressive than usual. He fears you might be actually gone. That he'll never feel your soft touch, your loving grasp holding him, your sweet kisses, your....submission to him. He acts quite miserable.

When you are done being 'permabanned' and let back into his trials (only cuz the sudden change interests Easterman, you'll make great study pet, this will be documented) Coyle will be all over you, but not in his usual sexual way. He's holding you so so close, snuggling into your neck. You're back! You really are! He can't tell you that... he only whispers something.

Worth mentioning, Easterman only let you back under the condition of actually completing yer tasks. Which firstly includes just you going alone for at least a month. You have to keep on pushing away from his grasp just so you can do your tasks. Well he does enjoy a good chase,, not that he cares much for Eastermans threats when you are finally infront of him again,, just the two of you. You'll notice he'll ease up on you a little bit. Being away from you this long has hurt him,, made him see how badly he needs you. He'll still blame you tho

(Paused while editing and look! It looks like he's posing XD)

PA + Ex-Pop cunnilingus headcanons (NSFW)

Alright, alright! Ask and you shall receive. I decided to do all of them and the ways they'd eat you out or if they'd do anything special. I will also include how they'd feel about you eating them out.

⚠️ Fair warning: This post is a little more directed at women, but men can (obviously) read too! I mean, hey, they'd probably go down under. That is to say, I'll try to keep this as gender neutral as I can.

Also, just in case anyone was curious, I am a woman! I felt the need to clarify that, just in case. Maybe it was obvious, I don't know. Anyway, please enjoy!

Leland Coyle:

* Coyle would be really good at eating you out, but he wouldn't do it often. Why? Well, he wouldn't always feel like it. He also prefers other ways to get you off.

* Eating you out would most likely be a reward from him to you. If you had begged well enough, or if you were a good masochist for him.

* His favorite position to eat you out in would either be doggy style or having his face in between your thighs.

* You being in doggy style would make it easier for him to reach under and shock/touch other parts of you as well.

* You're not escaping the electric baton with this man. Even when he's eating you out, his baton is giving you kisses. On your nipples, stomach, inner thighs, wrists, whatever sensitive part of you he can reach.

* He loves the way you twitch and shake beneath him. Just make sure not to accidently kick him if he shocks you too much.

* Having been with multiple wives, I would assume his tongue has some talent. That is, assuming he ever ate them out.

* Coyle would enjoy edging his lover. Getting them really close, and then stopping. Depending on how you've been behaving, he may or may not let you finish.

* On the flip side, if you manage to take control in the bedroom, he does like it when you pull him around a little. Grab his hair, shirt, tie, anything. He'll definitely growl at you, but he'll still go where you want him to.

* Face sitting isn't his favorite, but if you really wanted to, he'd let you try it. Just let him breathe, or he'll force you off of him with electricity.

* Getting a little more graphic here, I think he would use a lot of pressure when eating you out. As in, he would press his tongue against you harder. If your legs aren't trembling by the time he's done, he isn't done.

* Now, would Coyle let you eat him out? In the right circumstances, there's a slim chance. If it ever does happen, expect to get degraded heavily.

* In that scenario, the degredation would make him feel less embarrassed. Y'know, letting him think he has the upper hand. All in all, if you're gonna use your tongue on him, he'd rather you blow him.

Mother Gooseberry:

* Mother Gooseberry would enjoy eating you out, and she'd like it when you ate her out.

* When Mother Gooseberry eats you out, she's a lot more gentle than Coyle. Not only would I think she'd use less pressure, but I think she'd have a slower and softer tongue. She would prefer taking her time with you.

* I could see her sitting you up somewhere high (I mention that because I think she'd rather be standing than on her knees) and letting you lean against a wall while she pleases you.

* Not only would that position be comfortable for her, but she would be able to see your face easier. (On that note, I think she'd rather have you in the light so she can see you better. You're so pretty, after all!)

* When she eats you out, she'd have her hands all over your legs. Thighs, calves, and ankles. Partly because it's convenient, but also because it holds you down. You wouldn't be able to squirm all that much.

* Expect a lot of eye contact, but just because Mother Gooseberry likes looking at your face. She wouldn't be upset if you didn't make eye contact, though. She wants you to be comfortable.

* When you eat Mother Gooseberry out, she enjoys seeing you between her thighs while she lays down. She would enjoy having you on your knees, too. Granted, I think it would make her a little embarrassed. So expect some blush in her cheeks.

* Lots of praise and soft laughter from Mother Gooseberry while she eats you out. If you eat Mother Gooseberry out, she'd be less talkative. Don't worry, you'd hear lots of panting and soft moans as a replacement.

* She wouldn't mind if you didn't have a talented tongue. She loves teaching! She would show you the ropes and reward you when you did well. Positive reinforcement, y'know?

* If you wanted to take control, she would let you. She can teach, but she can also be taught. That being said, she would be more than happy to learn what you like.

* I don't think she'd want to be pulled around too much, though. Be more gentle, more vocal. Tell her what to do, and she'll make sure it's done. Or, better yet, show her. No doubt Mother Gooseberry likes hands-on learning.

Franco Barbi:

* I have very little doubt that Franco is good at eating someone out. Due to issues with erectile dysfunction, he's had to find other ways to please women.

* He wants to be guided when he eats you out, so do what you need to. He especially loves it when you tell him what to do. If you need to move his head around, you can. Just be careful not to hurt him.

* His favorite position is when you sit on his face. I did include face sitting as one of his kinks if you read my last post, but I stand by it. He loves your body weight on his head. The pressure is a nice distraction from any pain his head might be causing him.

* In my mind, Franco's tongue would be more aggressive. Not necessarily in the sense that he'd use a lot of pressure, but I think he'd have a generally quicker tongue.

* Franco would want to make you feel really good and would enjoy making you finish fast. However, if you do finish fast, expect to go multiple rounds.

* If Franco managed to get hard, I could see him liking the 69 position. When that happens, expect him to get more sloppy. Those whines and whimpers make it worthwhile, though.

* That reminded me that Franco would definitely be messy with it. Lots of saliva and drool, maybe even some tears if you're feeling particularly cruel. Cleaning him up would be a regular part of aftercare, and he adores it.

* Would Franco let you eat him out? Similar to Coyle, maybe. However, I do think you'd have a higher chance with him. Franco would be quite the experimentalist. He likes to keep things interesting.

* Also, like Coyle, he would definitely degrade you. Well, unless you can make him feel really good. Like, really good. If that happens, it's possible he might become a whimpering mess.

* He may growl and grunt at you if you get him in that state, but by the time he's there? You've already won.

Kress Twins:

* Otto loves eating you out, point blank. He can't really eat Arora out, much to his dismay so you will more than suffice.

* Arora, on the other hand, wouldn't mind eating you out. The main issue is that it's typically difficult to reach you. (That's where the sex swings/suspensions come into play.)

* For some reason, I picture Otto as having a rougher tongue. It's still soft, but it has a bit of texture to it. When he eats you out, he starts off slow then gradually increases speed.

* Arora would have a softer tongue than Otto's, I imagine. Not as soft as Mother Gooseberry's, though.

* Arora would be slower and more intentional with her tongue. She would prefer to figure out what makes you feel good herself. Watching your facial expressions and listening to your voice, finding what makes you loud.

* Otto would just prefer you tell him what to do, but make sure you do it politely. He is no stranger to being told how to please someone, but you won't have to do it much. Once he knows how to please you, he's got it down.

* When Otto eats you out, Arora is absolutely reaching around so she can finger you. No one can be left out. Just expect to be returning the favor one way or another.

* Arora would, of course, let you eat her out. I think Arora would enjoy a slower tongue but harder pressure. If you don't have a talented tongue, don't worry. She'll train you, but expect to be gently degraded. She would absolutely praise you if you did well, though.

* Would Otto let you eat him out? Honestly, I doubt it. He would prefer you save your mouth for Arora. Maybe he would do it if Arora wanted you to, but it would have to be discussed beforehand.

Liliya Bogomolva:

* If Liliya likes you, she wouldn't have any problem eating you out. In fact, she would want to taste you.

* Hear me out, I think she would enjoy being on her knees for you. It would show her devotion to you. After all, she didn't come here to be served but to serve.

* For some reason, I picture Liliya having a strong tongue. Maybe since her tongue grew back, it would grow back stronger?

* When eating you out, she would be careful but rough. She'd go slow and gentle up until she gets to a really sensitive part. Then, she'd apply more pressure and go a bit faster.

* She wants to make you shake and loves it when you grind against her face. This is why I also think she would enjoy a 69 position as well. Feeling your body tremble on top of hers is so special to Liliya.

* She loves closeness, and that position can feel incredibly intimate. Liliya also enjoys feeling what she does to you. It makes you seem all the closer to her.

* Would Liliya let you eat her out? Yes, I have very little doubt. While she enjoys serving you, she does enjoy being served as well. If you get on your knees for her, she would sling her leg over your shoulder and guide you onto her.

* Or, better yet, she would sit on your face. As much as she likes it when you grind on her, she loves grinding on you. Your soft facial features feel so good against her, and that's mentioning nothing of your tongue. If you just stick out your tongue, she'll ride it until she finishes.

* Liliya is very much the type to be vocal but in a more talkative way. When it comes to moaning, expect a lot of heaving breathing and some strained but quiet whines.

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Pusher:

* Pusher doesn't strike me as the type to eat you out very often. Maybe even less often than Coyle. Lazy sex is this man's middle name. If there's any work to be done, he wants you to do it.

* Every once in a while, he'll kind of eat you out. He'll stick out his tongue and let you grind against it. Assuming he takes off his gas mask, of course.

* He may try to stick hallucinogenics or psychedelics where you want him to eat you out, just to motivate himself. If he's going to eat, he may as well get high.

* If he's eating you out, he's lying down on his stomach with his face between your thighs. I don't think he'd enjoy face sitting too much because it can be suffocating. It could get in the way of his high.

* Also, I think Pusher would have a soft tongue. His pace would be pretty slow if he did actually use effort to eat you out. Not just because he's a bit lazy, but because he's genuinely just mellow. He prefers it slow and gentle.

* Would Pusher let you eat him out? Eh, I could see it both ways. Maybe it'd be too experimental for him, but if he's high enough? Then maybe he'd try it. Plus, again, you'd be doing most of the work.

Pitcher:

* Yes, Pitcher would eat you out. Assuming the mask was off, of course.

* Keeping it a little more classic, Pitcher would want you on your back so he can be on top. He would have your legs over his shoulders, not on the ground.

* Pitcher would also have a rough tongue, on account of the gasoline he's swallowed. A decent amount of pressure and a fast pace accompany the roughness. As if he's trying to devour you.

* Pitcher would also target your sensitive areas, keeping his tongue on those spots for long periods of time. Which feels good but also gets really hot (temperature wise).

* No doubt Pitcher would have a warm, or maybe even hot, tongue. One of his favorite ways to warm you up would be to eat you out.

* Would Pitcher let you eat him out? Probably not, no. Even if you intended to fuck him, he'd rather just use lube or oil. If you suggested it, Pitcher would probably just groan or growl at you.

Night Hunter:

* I could see the Night Hunter eating someone out.

* The Night Hunter would want you sitting or laying down. Have you sat up against a wall while he absolutely devours you? He would like that.

* He would be really rough. A lot of pressure and a fast pace. Not to mention his tongue being dry because he doesn't have lips. The cherry on top? He would bite. Not incredibly hard, but just enough to get you to jump.

* He would have an incredibly strong grip on your thighs and might leave some marks after he's done. He is ravenous.

* Would the Night Hunter let you eat him out? Again, maybe but slim chance. It would be as a punishment, and he would degrade/humiliate you heavily. As in, even more than Coyle.

* If you ate him out, he would laugh at you while you did it. He would use it as ammunition against you, but would praise you if you made him feel good.

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♂️Male Characters:

Leon S. Kennedy

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Carlos Oliveira

Piers Nivans

Jake Muller

Jack Krauser

Luis Sera

HUNK

Karl Heisenberg

The Merchant

Glenn Arias

Billy Coen

Zeno Wesker

Victor Gideon

Ethan Winters

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Chapter 21 to RE Characters x Reader Smutshot Collection

Masterlist

Pairing: Ethan Winters x F!Reader

Summary: Your husband loves the dinner you chefed up so much, he decided to repay you for it

Status of your guy’s relationship in this one shot: Married

WC: 2.3k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Dirty talk, making out, kitchen/living room sex, oral, unprotected P in V, missionary, biting, praise kink

Song to listen to whilst your read: Sleepwalk by Santo & Johnny

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A/n: Need to break up my Leon fics , so here is an AU of Ethan being alive

The cryo chamber hummed softly in the sterile underground BSAA facility. Cold blue light spilled across the metal room, reflecting off the glass cylinder that had held Ethan Winters for years.

Chris Redfield stood nearby with his arms crossed, jaw tight.

For a long time… Ethan Winters had been nothing more than a miracle waiting to happen.

Recovered after the fall of the Megamycete.

His body preserved.

His cells…strange. Altered. Not quite dead. Not quite alive.

Until recently.

Chris exhaled slowly as the medical techs stepped back from the chamber.

“We’re ready.”

Inside the pod, frost slowly melted from Ethan’s skin as the anti-viral serum spread through his system, the same experimental cure that had stabilized Leon Kennedy from the T-Virus that nearly claimed his life.

Chris had fought like hell to get approval.

Because if anyone deserved a second chance……it was Ethan Winters.

The machines began to beep faster.Then Ethan gasped.

The sound echoed through the room like thunder.

His lungs dragged in a harsh breath as his body jolted forward inside the chamber.

Chris straightened immediately.“Easy...easy—!”

The pod opened with a hiss.

Ethan collapsed forward, coughing hard, liquid escaping his lips, water dripping from his hair as confused brown eyes blinked up at the fluorescent lights.

“What—”His voice was hoarse.“What the hell…?...where am?"

Chris grabbed his arm to help him up.“Welcome back, Winters.”

Ethan stared at him.“…Chris?”

The last thing Ethan remembered was the explosion.

The Megamycete.

His heart getting torn out.

Rose.

He swallowed hard, voice trembling.“My daughter… Rose—”

“She’s alive,” Chris said immediately.

Ethan froze.“…alive?”

Chris nodded.“And she’s been waiting for you.”

Several hours had passed, several hours to make sure everything was fine...normal.

Ethan sat in a recovery room wearing borrowed clothes and staring at his hands like they didn’t belong to him.

They looked alright....Whole.

Alive.

He flexed his fingers slowly.

“Still weird, huh?”

Ethan looked up.

Rose Winters leaned against the doorway.

She wasn’t a baby anymore.

She wasn’t even the small child he remembered holding.She was nearly grown now....16 years old.

Ethan’s breath caught in his throat.“…Rose?”

She grinned.Then launched across the room and hugged him so hard the chair nearly tipped over.

“Dad!”

Ethan wrapped his arms around her instinctively holding her tight and suddenly he was crying.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair.“I’m so sorry I left you—”

“You didn’t,” Rose said immediately.Her voice softened.“You saved me.”

Ethan closed his eyes, holding her tighter.For a moment they just stayed like that.Years of lost time quietly melting away.Eventually Rose pulled back with a mischievous little smile.

“…Now that you’re awake, though…”

Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly.“That tone worries me.”

She grinned wider.“I may have done something.”, she then stepped back. "Stay here!" Before Ethan could answer she took off running, sneakers squeaking.

Across the facility, you were helping organize files in a small office when Rose practically burst through the door.

“Hi!”

You looked up.“Rose?”

She grabbed your arm.“Come with me.”

“Why?”

“No talking! You’ll see.”

You laughed softly as she dragged you down the hallway.

For years you had worked at the facility as a support specialist and caretaker for Rose. Not because it was your job but because someone had to look after her when the world treated her like a weapon instead of a person.

You had been the one who sat with her when nightmares woke her up.

The one who helped with homework.

The one who reminded her she was still human.

Rose adored you.

Which was how you suddenly found yourself shoved through a door.

Straight into Ethan Winters, your body colliding with his own.

You froze

He froze.

Rose stood behind you both looking extremely proud of herself.

Ethan blinked. "Uh....Hi.”

You blinked.“…Hi.”

Rose clapped her hands.“Perfect.”

Both of you turned toward her.

“Rose,” Ethan said slowly, “what exactly are you doing?"

She smiled sweetly.“Dad, this is the woman who basically raised me.”

Warmth creeped up your neck. “Oh my god, Rose—”

“And she’s single.”

Ethan choked.

You buried your face in your hands.“Rose!”

“She’s kind,” Rose continued casually.“She makes amazing pancakes, she helped me through my teenage phase, and she once punched a BSAA officer for calling me a bio-weapon.”

You groaned.“Rose, stop talking.”

Ethan stared at you.“…You punched a BSAA officer?”

“He deserved it.”

Rose nodded proudly.“See? Perfect.”

Ethan couldn’t help it.

He laughed.

A real laugh.

The first one he’d had in years.

And when his eyes returned to you they were warm.

Curious and a little shy.

“Well,” he said softly.“…anyone willing to punch a soldier for my daughter can’t be all bad.”

You nervously bit your lower lip all while Rose beamed.“Great! You two talk. I’ll be back later.”

Then she disappeared down the hall.Leaving you both standing there.Silence filled the room for a moment.

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“…Sorry about her.”

You laughed softly.“Don’t be.”

He looked at you again.And something gentle settled in his expression.“…Thank you.”

You blinked.“For what?”

“For taking care of my kid when I couldn’t.”

Your chest tightened.“She’s amazing,” you said quietly.“That part’s all you.”

Ethan smiled faintly.Then he hesitated.“…Rose also mentioned pancakes.”

You raised an eyebrow.“Are you asking me on a breakfast date?”

He shrugged sheepishly.“I’ve been dead for years. I figured starting with pancakes might be less terrifying than dinner.”

You laughed, the sound filled the room warmly as your gaze softened.“…Alright, Ethan Winters.”

His smile widened.“Yeah?”

“You’re buying the syrup.”

Ethan chuckled.“Deal.”

Outside the door, Rose pumped her fist in victory.

“YES.”

Chris, standing beside her with crossed arms, sighed deeply.

“…I cannot believe I brought that man back to life just so you could play matchmaker.”

Rose grinned.“Worth it.”

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose.But even he couldn’t hide the small smile forming on his face.