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Headcannons with their S/O Smacking Their Rear

Bubba Sawyer | The Cannibal

He squeaks. 

Deadass squeaks and whips around to look at you. You can see the faintest of pink beneath his mask where the blush reaches his eyes. 

He starts giggling. 

Shyly smacks your ass back. Probably much lighter than you hit him and he doesn’t look you in the eyes, but he is challenging you. Smack him back, I dare you. He’s ready for war. 

Overall loves it when you do it. Always up for them, 10/10. 

But sometimes he gets too enthusiastic when hitting you back and ends up just squeezing your ass instead, but hey, who can complain to that?

Evan MacMillan | The Trapper

Freezes. Completely seizes up, stares ahead of him, brain trying to compute what just happened.

Slowly looks at you. Squints. “What’d you just do?”

Slap him again, maintain eye contact this time. Smile at him. 

He views it as a challenge. You see it in his eyes. You see his mouth twist into a feral grin. There’s no escape.

You turn and try to run. Nope. He’s seized your wrist in his much larger hand and he’s pulling you back. Cages you in against the wall or whatever surface is nearby. 

“Do it again, I dare you.” 

If you dare reach around him for another smack, well... Prepare yourself for a rough night. It’ll be fun, but... rough.

Herman Carter | The Doctor

Literally the moment you’ve smacked that ass of his, he starts giggling. Intensely. His shoulders shake and he looks over to you with that big grin of his. Even though his eyes and mouth are stuck in the same position constantly, you can still see the joy. The amusement. 

“Something you like?” He rasps, bubbles of laughter filtering through his words. You hear static. He pretends to go back to whatever he was doing.

You turn around, thinking that’s the end of it.

It’s not. 

You feel a rough smack on your ass, followed by the tingles of electricity dancing across your skin. Your nerves buckle and twitch and before you know it, you’ve collapsed into his arms. He’s laughing maniacally at you as your nerves bounce beneath your flesh. 

Michael Myers | The Shape

The moment your hand touches his backside, his fingers have latched onto your wrist. He slowly turns his head to stare at you, his fingers pressing down into your sensitive skin. There’ll be bruises there for sure. 

You can whine all you want, but he’s not letting go.

After a long, long while, he finally does let you free. You wonder if he considered holding you captive for so long was a form of punishment. 

You turn around.

Not a wise decision. Do not turn your back on a predator.

One hand grips the back of your neck and the other is painfully squeezing your ass. He’s not one to keep it gentle. You deserved this.