#piss kink cw

[prettyboykatsuki]

p*ss kink? thought of u https://x.com/jerachi_/status/1738334484661985768?s=46

linky link

ME BEING PISS KINK HELLLPSDKLSD. i post abt megumi peeing twice and this is my reputation now 💔

[fyers]

is this a safe space to talk about eddie fyers piss kink...

[wri0thesley]

NAT IM GOING CRAZY THAT ZHONGLI PIECE U JUST POSTED GSYHDUAKFJS IT HAS AFFECTED MY BRAIN PERMANENTLY JESUS I AM NOT THE SAME PERSON I WAS 5 MINUTES AGO

anon i am glad you enjoyed it!! I am not really a piss kink piss kink person but i love micro management and desperation and ways to control which omorashi does certainly provide, and I think the whining and squirming is cute - and as such the characters who are into the idea of micromanagement and are sweet and condescending - like zhongli - are so so perfect for it!!

[polygamousfistingchaos]

guys I'm serious I'm pretty positive my ex has a piss kink

I'm horrified.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: SLIGHT dubcon piss kink, cockwarming, knotting

“C’mon, princess. You can take it.”

You let out a whine as your mate held you on his lap, his knot stuffed inside of you. “N-no, it’s gross…”

He chuckled as you pouted and squirmed, giving your cheek a soft lick with his large tongue. “I’m only marking what’s mine. It’ll all come out when the swelling goes down…”

A hand reached out to rub your clit, making your cunt squeeze around his cock. “B-but… I’m already so full…”

“You said you wanted me to use you as my little toy, didn’t you princess?”

“Yeah…”

You puffed out your chubby cheeks, and he couldn’t help but kiss them. “Listen, I won’t stuff you full. Just a little, alright?”

“J-just a little…”

He smiled, burying his face into your neck to concentrate. Soon, the warm feeling of his piss filling you up made your toes curl and your body shiver. It was a strange, yet not unpleasant sensation.

Soft purrs tumbled through his chest as he gently rubbed your belly, his sharp teeth nipping at your neck. “All mine… everyone will be able to tell you’ve been marked just by getting of whiff of my piss on you…”

He chuckled, his claw circling around the small bulge in your belly. “Well, in this case, in you…”

You stayed stuffed full of piss, being peppered in kisses and lightly bounced on his knot until it finally deflated.

It all gushed out of you at once, leaving you feeling relieved… yet empty. As he picked you up and carried you to the bath, you buried your face into his neck.

“Could… we try this again sometime? I feel all empty now…”

His hair stood up, his tail wagging furiously. “Of course… anything for you, love.”

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[xochimillilili]

Fucking my pet whose got a full bladder, making them hump on my boot faster and rougher, tugging on their hair if they start to complain

You're a fucking slut. More of a dirty mutt than a cute pampered spoiled pup, come on bitch. Bark for me~

Seeing their pathetic tears roll as they hopelessly bark and bark and bark, thinking I'll let them go, just to end up pissing themself. Like the pathetically gross bitch they are. Yanking on their leash to choke them up while I force them to drink and lick their mess~

[gothghostiie]

More piss kink bullying ghoap x reader pls 🙏

always up for that teehee

they're sparring with you in an almost empty gym when you tell them you gotta piss really quick - of course you shouldn't have told them. before you can even think of walking out ghost has you pinned to him, soap rubbing his hands along your thighs.

you think they're joking, squirming in ghosts grip and telling them how you really need to go, they just grin. it slowly dooms on you that they dont intend to let you go, making you struggle harder.

just when you're almost out ghost puts you in a full Nelson, giving johnny the perfect opportunity to violently rub your clit through your sweatpants while making out with ghost, whose hard on is pressing against your ass.

you moan and cry, holding back so desperately until Johnny slaps your pussy hard, making you let go and piss yourself, both men just grin with satisfaction while their bones strain against their pants <\3

[tangible-temptations]

need a toking buddy to encourage me to keep hitting my bong bc i look so so pretty when im high and keep me hydrated <3 and then they can trace and caress my entire body while i try my best to hold it and not squirm too much <3 and then they can push me to the edge or beyond it

cishet men + minors dni

[polygamousfistingchaos]

I just had the most wild internet experience

So I found a video of a just-turned 18-year-old pissing on Shane Dawson

and it brought back memories from my (ended) relationship and I think my ex has a piss kink...

[murdrdocs]

hm coriolanus making you piss yourself just because he can MDNI

he's back in his rightful position as a snow, on top and above everyone else. like this, with you, he's occupying that spot both literally and metaphorically. you're nothing but a meek, pathetic little thing beneath him, subjected to the vibrator he has pushed against your clothed cunt. you're not allowed him. not his mouth, nor his cock. not even his fingers. and you haven't even done anything wrong. coriolanus just wanted to remind both of you where you belonged.

still, he's not completely cruel and heartless. he kisses the frustrated tears off your cheeks, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "you can let go, my star. no one's stopping you."

but coriolanus can't help the smile that spreads across his lips, one that is cruel. because while there's nothing stopping you from cumming, you're holding back due to the insistent pressure on your bladder. the small organ is filled to the brim and begging to be emptied. all because of coriolanus.

instead of letting you go beforehand, coriolanus had sweetly distracted you with kisses, pressing a vibrator to your cunt and letting you get lost in the feeling. and when it proved to be too late, when you were submitted to the feeling yet also begging to be freed, he kept going, turning it up a notch.

"coryo, please. let me go, please, baby." your begging is cute, especially when paired with your pleading eyes. it would make coriolanus cave, if he wasn't so firm in his beliefs.

he sucks in air through gritted teeth, blinking down at you and shaking his head disappointedly. "i told you to go, baby. why're you holding back?" having the nickname that you only use for him, and never the other way around, thrown back in your face clearly makes you feel worse.

you whine, kicking your feet with pitiful thuds that bounce off the mattress. you try to push coriolanus' hand away, and he lets up only to meanly slap your cunt with his free palm. he doesn't have to verbally reprimand you before you're correcting your behavior, body going pliant whenever coriolanus brings the vibrator back.

he leans down, pressing his cheek, soft and clean, against yours, covered in salty tears and running mascara. he speaks in your ear. "just let go. and it'll be all over."

and when you do, coriolanus finally gets what he wants. your body floods with shame and embrassment, your legs curling into your body as your orgasm mixes with your urine leaking out, soaking the thin cotton material of your panties before it spills out and covers the bed. coriolanus doesn't even attempt to move away, instead letting your mess get all over his expensive trousers.

he gasps mockingly, staring at the pool created, and when he looks back up at you, your eyes are as wet as your inner thighs.

"look at the mess you made." he pretends to care, and maybe he does care a little bit. but this is what he wanted afterall.

"i'm sorry, coryo," you tell him, sounding so sincere that when coriolanus coos, he means it.

"that's okay, my star. you'll make it up to me, right?"

[bunnis-monsters]

definitely not too nasty by most monsterfucking folks standards but smtg about a wolf hybrid pissing all on (and in..) his mate does something to me...

cw: piss kink

So real, I feel the same way 🥺💗

Just the warm feeling of being filled up and claimed, having him growl when you complain that you’re too full and he keeps shooting hot piss into you until you’re barely able to do anything besides whine.

His knot selling up inside you, making sure you stay heavy and swollen with his piss until his knot pops out of you and his piss leaks down your legs…

Yeah…

[thus-spoke-lo]

Pretty Little Mess // Doflamingo Donquixote x afab!reader // NSFW/18+ Kinks: Piss kink + degradation/humiliation

CW: dubcon; afab!reader [no pronouns used]; alcohol use to drunkenness [reader + doffy]; cockwarming; piss kink [omorashi/bladder control]; unprotected vaginal intercourse; desperation; begging; degradation and humiliation; doflamingo is his own content warning™ WC: 2.3k // Fictober Masterlist

It started with a bottle of wine, as it often did with Doflamingo—he enticed you into his office, crooking his finger in a come-hither motion and running his tongue across his lips, watching you saunter across the room, looking for that telltale sway in your hips, the one that always ensured you got your way. He was bored, he groaned as he pulled you towards him, tired of paperwork and planning and long, rambling phone calls with unimportant government men who would never amount anything in their futile little lives; your god was no longer interested in trivial matters, and demanded distraction from his favorite disciple. He ran an ill-intentioned hand up the back of your thigh, pushing up your dress until he cupped your ass, and whispered hotly to get a bottle (or two, or three) of that wine you liked, the one that made you extra warm and sweet and pliable, the one that you’d tasted of the first time he’d kissed you and the first time he’d had you in his bed.

And after a glass (or two, or three) of that exquisite wine, he’d easily maneuvered you into his lap, spreading your willing legs open across his thighs and yanking your panties to the side, pulling his trousers down just enough to ease his hardening cock inside you. He directed you to sit still, to let him enjoy the warmth of your pretty little cunt for a while as he sipped his wine and pored over papers that all seemed to look the same after a while. You happily obliged, and grew warmer and warmer from the alcohol that he poured into your waiting mouth and from the hard pulse of his arousal deep inside you, closing your eyes and silently begging for him to ruin you as he toyed with you, slowly rocking himself into you deeper until you moaned for him, just the way he liked.

And now, here you sit, leaning back against his chest, tugging at his shirtsleeve and grinding yourself down onto him now and again, just enough to make him cluck his tongue and tap your cheek and tell you to calm yourself, that you’ll have what you desire soon enough. But you’re impatient, and you’re needy, and there’s something about the way the taps grow sharper and sting your flesh and his fingers start to wrap around your neck every time you disobey that makes it harder to control yourself, harder to resist just fucking yourself on his thick cock and taking the pleasure he denies you. It’s becoming especially hard to sit patiently, his shaft filling you to the hilt, his fingers roaming your body to squeeze and grope at you until you whine, with the sudden urgency that grows in your abdomen, your bladder growing full from too many glasses of that damned wine.

You try to carefully move yourself off him, pushing against his desk with shaky hands, already dreading the emptiness of not having him inside you; you need to escape, if only for a moment, just to run off and relieve yourself of this ache—even if it was pleasurable, in a perverse sort of way. As you start to lift yourself off him, Doflamingo’s thick arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back down onto his massive length and you stifle a yelp, the pressure of his forearm and the thrust of his cock almost enough to make you lose control.

“And just where do you think you’re going, pretty pet?” he murmurs, leaning down to run his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“I need”—the air is pushed out of you as he shifts and pulls your back flush against his chest again—“I just need to get up for a minute.”

“I don’t remember saying you could get up,” he coos condescendingly, lightly pinching your nipple through the thin fabric of your dress, his cock pulsing as you squeal. “You’ll stay right here until I say we’re through—and we’re far from through.”

“Please, just for a minute, I’ll be right back.” The ardent need to be fucked and cum on his cock and the painful need to empty your bladder are beginning to overlap, making your brain fill with static and your body twist and move of its own accord. “Please, I need to—need to go.”

“Oh?” You can hear a grin creeping across his lips as he utters the word, and it’s clear he has a very good idea of why it is you’re beginning to squirm so pathetically in his lap. “Go where, little pet? You seem awfully distressed.”

“Stop it, you know where.” You already regret the way the words come out of you, laced with the kind of snark that will have you strung up for a while later, but the maddening mix of arousal and fullness have all but erased your composure.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t. Where would you rather be than right here with my hands on you?” Doflamingo pushes his cock up into you sharply until knocks against your cervix, and you almost feel yourself burst from the pressure. “Tell me, brat.”

“I—I need to go to the bathroom.” Tears start to form at the corners of your eyes, frustration welling inside you. You hate that he made you say it, despite the fact that he already knows; you hate even more that the embarrassment that begins to settle in your bones makes your clit pulse and your aching legs tremble. He knows all too well just how to push you, the tone he needs to use to make your face flush and your body quiver with a burning feeling of shame, the kind that makes your needy cunt drip down his shaft.

“Is that so?” An ominous laugh leaves his lungs and echoes in the room, eclipsing your soft whines and wails of discomfort. Pressure and pleasure spike as he palms your abdomen, pressing over your bladder lightly, almost delicately—a gentleness you sense won’t last for long. “I just don’t know if I should let you—you’re so cute when you’re desperate like this.”

“Please just let me go,” you whimper, lips fixed in a pout as you start to sniffle. “I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”

“Well you’re going to have to, brat—I’m not done with you yet.”

He holds you against him with one steel-cabled arm, his forearm pressing into your ribcage, while his other moves between your legs, thick fingers dipping past the waistband of your panties and settling on your mound. He tugs at your swollen lips, hisses at how you flutter around his cock with every touch, and presses two fingers over your clit. Something unintelligible tumbles out of your open mouth and you heave against him, jolts of pleasure running through your limbs. You can almost feel the slick dribbling out of you and coating the base of his cock as he plays with you, working you quickly into a rapturous high that has you teetering on the edge of release.

“Please.” The word is hushed, barely audible, as you keen, still writhing helplessly against him. It’s almost impossible now to maintain any sense of calm, and a faint trickle flows out of you as your walls flutter around his thick shaft; the rest, you fear, isn’t far behind.

“Please? Please what?” Doflamingo mocks you cruelly, his movements quickening over your swollen bud. “You want to cum so badly, I thought I’d help my desperate little brat. Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you can’t stop fucking yourself on me like a whore—even when you’re about to piss yourself?”

You grasp at his arm, clawing at his skin, babbling something that sounds like “stop” through stuttering gasps, even though you don’t think you want him to—there’s no point anymore, and more than you need to empty your bladder, you need to cum. He bucks his hips into you as he urges you closer and closer to your peak, his cock pressing against the fullness of your bladder until it hurts, until your muscles start to tense and everything feels too much and you start to sob his name, a kind of hysterical prayer that your god will be merciful to you.

“Aw, don’t cry, little pet—you’re just too weak to control yourself, aren’t you?” The arm that holds you against him loosens and he slides his wide hand down, planting it firmly on your abdomen, and you feel liquid starting to dribble out of you, even as your body tightens and your climax nears—you’re just as weak as he says. “You’re so damned pathetic, it’s adorable.”

You’re seized by a rush of sensation so intense that your body jerks, saved from doubling over by the forearm pushing into your stomach, and your legs press down against his. The tensing and tightening in your muscles finally release and you shudder and spasm around his cock, hot tears flooding down your face as your climax overwhelms you and the last vestiges of self-control dissolve.

“I can’t—ca-an’t hold it,” you stammer through panting breaths as wave after wave of pleasure move through you.

You can barely hear him, everything muffled as though you’re underwater, but you can just make out refrains of then don’t and let go and come on, brat being hissed into your ear before he finally sighs and that goddamned cruel laugh manages to break through your haze and he taunts: “Do I have to do everything for you?”

Doflamingo presses down hard over your bladder, and your weakened body finally gives out; an embarrassed whimper passes your lips when the trickling starts, quickly devolving into a torrent as urine cascades out of you, soaking your panties and wetting his fingers that still rest on your pulsing clit. He keeps making circles over your tender bundle of nerves even as you wither in indignity in his lap, uncontrollable mewls and moans tumbling from you with every spasm that interrupts your stream, the overlapping orgasm stretching on almost painfully until you finally feel yourself empty completely.

A sharp “fuck” is the only thing you hear through the humiliating sound of your piss dripping onto the stone floor beneath you through your sodden panties, a puddle of shame pooling at his feet. Your eyes roll back and you slump against him, your every nerve firing, fighting for every quick and shallow breath you can pull from your lungs between anguished sobs. The sound of his perverse cackle rings in your ears as you lay against him, slack-jawed and pleasure-drunk, trying to ignore the impending feeling of regret that creeps up your spine.

“What a filthy little brat you are,” Doflamingo laughs, pulling his hand out of your piss-drenched panties and wiping his fingers on your dress. “Such a fucking mess.”

You start to form a half-hearted apology, but it’s cut short as the hand that had been wrapped around your waist raises to cover your mouth, pulling your head back against him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and long, low groans reverberate in his chest. His moans are loud and wanton as he starts to rock up into you, his thrusts slow at first, then almost feverish; it’s like he’s possessed by something, a compulsion to ruin you when you’ve already managed to ruin yourself.

“You drenched your panties—and my pants—and my nice fucking chair,” he grunts, every other word punctuated by a sharp thrust, “all because you can’t control yourself.”

You plead for mercy against Doflamingo’s palm, but he doesn’t acknowledge you, only tightens his grip on your face, fingertips pressing into the softness of your tear-drenched cheeks. He slams into you over and over until your teeth clench and your eyes scrunch shut, until your lower half aches and your legs threaten to go numb, until your cries echo in the small room, almost eclipsed by the increasingly debauched sounds that leave his sinful lips. It’s not long until his hips shudder and he groans your name, his cock throbbing uncontrollably and pumping your sore cunt full of his spend. He fucks you through every last spasm, until it’s gushing out of you, until it’s leaking down his shaft and mixing with the wetness that already permeates your panties and his trousers.

He loosens his grip at last as he eases himself out of you, before picking you up and turning you around to face him, a few low chuckles escaping him in between ragged, gasping breaths. He engulfs you with a sudden, devastating kiss, his long tongue pushing past your lips and entangling with yours, and settles you on his soaked thighs again, some spots already cooling in the air of the room, the damp fabric sticking to your legs. His cock, coated in the sticky mix of your juices, lays against your belly, making a darkened wet spot on the front of your dress. He presses you to his chest and rubs your back as you sob, body flooded with a potent mix of lingering arousal and shame, of satisfaction and utter disgrace.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper between gasping sobs, begging for forgiveness from your god. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweet pet—you’re perfect.” His voice is soft, his touches gentle and warm, and he shushes while you hiccup and sniffle against his flushed skin. Doflamingo presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then hums contentedly; you listen to it rumble in his chest, mixing with the deep thuds of his heart. “My pretty little mess.”

[xochimillilili]

Softly cooing Come on sweetheart, drink up— you know little pups like you need to properly drink~ as I sit on my pretty pet, slowly humping and grinding on them, pressing down on their full bladder. My cock getting hard against their soft tummy just from their little whimpers, as I make them drink more and more water as I yank their head up by a soft tug on their leash

They can whine about being too full and needing to piss all they want, but I'm just doing my best to care for my precious puppy, I can't just let it go off to play all thirsty can I?

[hypnoneghoul]

Could i please request some humiliating piss fic about raindrop?🫶

combined these three because I can

Dewdrop is in deep shit.

He wouldn’t say he bratted too close to the sun this time, but rather chose a bad moment to be a whiny, needy bitch. Most of the time it would get him the exact action he craved, but this time—unfortunately for him—Rain was not in the mood.

Hence the fire ghoul’s current predicament.

“Fucking–take it,” Rain growls. His fingers tangled in Dewdrop’s sweaty hair tighten as he shoves him further down his cock, making him gag. The fire ghoul has tears in his eyes at the rough treatment without even the smallest hint of pleasure—the hard sole of Rain’s boot against his clothed cunt not enough to even take the edge off. “You wanted me, you insatiable little whore, and you’ve got me.”

Dewdrop cries out against the pain of Rain’s words and his hold on his hair as he pulls him off of his cock. “Rainy–”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not your Rainy right now,” the water ghoul chuckles cruelly, digging his foot further into Dewdrop’s crotch—just enough for it to hurt. “Not when you piss me off, you know that.”

“‘M sorry, sorry, fuck, daddy!” he all but screams. Rain smiles—as pleased as he’ll probably get tonight—and shoves him back down, stuffing the fire ghoul’s throat with his hard cock.

“That’s better,” Rain spits and bucks his hips to fuck even deeper into Dewdrop’s hot mouth. He knows when Rain gets close and hopes to feel his creamy cum spilling down his throat in just a few moments; that would be more than worth all his misery.

The water ghoul has a different idea, though.

“Oh no, you cumslut, you’re not getting your favorite treat tonight,” he pulls him off by his hair and grips the base of his dick with his free hand. Dewdrop mewls pathetically and hangs his head—disappointed. “Daddy will give you something better, baby.”

He’d argue, if not the circumstances, but he’s more than willing to wait and see what daddy does have to offer.

He takes his foot off of Dewdrop’s cunt and puts it on his shoulder—keeping him down and at a desired distance. Rain strokes his cock slowly a few times and milks out a gorgeous bead of pre that the fire ghoul drools for, but doesn’t jerk himself to complexion.

Rain angles his dick at Dewdrop’s chest and suddenly he knows what’s coming.

The stream of piss is strong enough to splash off of his shirt and go all over, including his face. The water ghoul sighs as the uncomfortable pressure on his bladder ceases while Dewdrop moans like a true whore, staring down at his clothes getting darker and darker.

“Yeah, you whore. You’ll take anything I give you and be in pure bliss, won’t you? Shameless slut for daddy’s piss and all."

Dewdrop’s guts burn at the humiliation, but Rain isn't wrong. He’s finished in a blink of an eye and is standing up the moment the last drop falls from his tip.

“Get up, I wanna cum in your pussy,” Rain snarls, but Dewdrop is too horny and stupid to process his words. The water ghoul won’t have that; with bared teeth he grips Dewdrop’s arms and hoists him up to throw him onto the bed. “I said get up, you useless fucking bitch!”

That seems to snap him out of it and he scrambles to present to Rain like a good ghoul—hoping to at least get some fingers in him first.

His wish is not granted as Rain rips his pants off of his ass and brings the head of his cock to his hole right away. Dewdrop tries to prepare himself for the sting of the stretch, but it’s impossible; he wails when Rain slides all the way in and begins to pound into him without mercy.

He’s abusing his cervix, but at least rubs his g-spot while he’s at it, so another hope—for an orgasm—blooms in Dewdrop’s mind.

He drools onto the blanket below him as Rain fucks him stupid and in no time at all the water ghoul’s grunting and shoving himself as deep as he will go to cum inside his mate.

“D–Daddy, I–please, please, lemme cum,” Dewdrop sobs, losing his hope—he needs something more, he can’t just cum like this, but he knows Rain isn’t likely to give him anything else.

He is very wrong.

The water ghoul purrs behind him and presses two of his fingers into Dewdrop’s slick ass. It’s unexpected, but he wouldn’t dare complain. Rain isn’t done, though.

Dewdrop begins to worry when he bends over him completely and gets his other hand behind his sticky thighs. The fire ghoul is about to beg for mercy when Rain grabs his little cock between his fingers and pinches it.

The world goes dark as Dewdrop’s orgasm slams into him.

He’s naked, but clean, and cuddled up to Rain’s side when he comes to. The water ghoul is scratching at his scalp absentmindedly and Dewdrop can’t help but trill happily despite the soreness present all over his body.

“Welcome back, droplet,” Rain hums and leans down to kiss him between the horns.

“Did you really have to waste your cum?” Dewdrop whines, pouting. “That was way too mean.”

"That was too mean for you!? I’m so sorry, baby,” Rain can’t help but laugh. “I didn’t waste it, though, I put it nice and safe in your pretty pussy.”

“You know where I wanted it!” 

“I know, I know.” The water ghoul shakes his head, still giggling. “You can suck me dry tomorrow, how about that?”

Dewdrop’s pout turns into a bright smile as he nods and kicks up a purr, nuzzling into Rain’s neck.

[gothghostiie]

ghost who loves pissing on and in you, using you as his personal urinal💖

mmm yes

ghost loves to use his pretty baby as a urinal, pissing all over their pretty face, soaking their little body in his piss <3

when you cry about him making a mess all over you, he finds a solution a little too quick, pressing into you and filling you up with his piss, the feeling alone making you cum all around his cock ugh

[crypticdesire]

some sub slasher thoughts

MINORS DNI

includes vincent sinclair, jason voorhees, bubba sawyer, michael myers, brahms heelshire, and stu macher (around 2.4k words)

a note from vern: i haven't posted any fics about slashers yet, but the recent asks about slashers on pallas's blog made me want to share some of my hcs for some of my fav slashers. it's really a jumble of some broader hcs and some specific fantasies, which ended up being longer than i intended... i think i could write at least 10 different fics based off the content in this post ^^'

ANYWAYS content warnings will be listed with each slasher so make sure you read those! mentions of reader are all gn and implied top reader. cw will state if there's a mention of the reader having specific genitalia

VINCENT SINCLAIR cw: hypno, dollification, period sex + blood (vincent being one menstruating), reader mentioned having cock

➵ vincent is always so stuck in his mind trying to create the perfect art or be the perfect brother, so he needs you to help him unwind

➵ loves taking baths with you where he can sit between your legs and have you play with his hair and his cunt

➵ he also enjoys hypno because he gets the rare chance to not think at all. he just gets to mindlessly follow your instructions, laying still as he enjoys your touch and experiences orgasm after orgasm

➵ when it’s that time of the month, vincent especially needs your help. not only is he suffering from cramps but he finds all the thoughts in his head are louder and harsher making it too easy to become frustrated with himself over the smallest things

➵ it feels so good to have your cock inside him, letting him sign what pace he wants to feel your length gliding against his walls. alleviating his pain and pushing his insistent thoughts to the edges of his mind. he’s embarrassed by the thought of messiness at first but finds that the sight of his blood coating your fingers or smeared across the bottom half of your face is its own form of art that entrances him

➵ it’s not the only new form of art you make him aware of. you show him that he himself can be beautiful art through dollification. you’re the only one that’s ever made him feel pretty and he enjoys it even more when you do it by dressing him in pretty clothes and braiding strands of his hair. you tell him he looks just as beautiful as the wax sculptures he makes and when hypno is added he can feel like one for an extended moment. it's only in a hypnotized state that he lets you pose his body in front of a mirror with his mask off, allowing him to see the way you caress your precious doll

JASON VOORHEES cw: chastity device, piss, reader mentioned having a cock, role play, mention of murder

➵ just wants to be praised. pls call him a good boy and tell him how pretty he is!!

➵ i think he’s so eager to please you that once he’s comfortable with you, he’ll practically try out any kink you introduce him to, especially ones that give you control over him

➵ he gets turned on just by the process of you guiding him through a new kink, patiently explaining why you enjoy it, what you’re doing, how it might make him feel, possible limits to establish, etc.

➵ specifically, I think about that scenario with a chastity cage. he gets so turned on by you talking about it and what you’re going to do that he gets erect before you even put the cage on him. he’d be worried he disappointed you and wouldn’t enjoy being shamed for it, so tell him how cute he is and how much you’d enjoy helping him get prepped for it

➵ i also imagine that he especially likes a chastity device with a urethra rod so he has to get permission from you to pee

➵ something he really enjoys with or without the cage is cockwarming! he loves the feeling of you inside of him and when you praise him for sitting still. he finds it especially thrilling when you’re cockwarming him out in the open having to remain still even though someone could come across you any second, his senses elevated as he becomes super aware of his surroundings

➵ another discovery he makes is that he loves engaging in role play, especially when it involves a future victim who isn’t aware they’re taking part in it. after they’re killed he is so so sensitive and wants you to tell him how well he did with the scene and how that person deserved it

➵ just constantly desperate to hear you assure him that all his actions please you!

BUBBA SAWYER cw: reader is implied to have cock/strap on, overstimulation, feminization, exhibitionism

➵ he gets so excited anytime you touch him, and when you kiss him he can’t keep his hands still or stop himself from sloppily kissing or licking your skin

➵ he never takes long to cum, and even though he easily falls into overstimulation he prefers for you to fuck him roughly and loves when you pinch his clit, spank his pussy, or leave hickeys on his inner thighs or stomach

➵ he wants you to call him your pretty girl! he gets so excited when you buy him dresses or lingerie he has to try them on immediately and have you fuck him in it

➵ you have to patiently help him build up to it, but he ends up enjoying exhibitionism! he’s frequently worried about trespassers that could be a danger to you or his family, but you help him face that fear by convincing him to let you fuck him outside in a semi open space.

➵ he wears dresses and his pretty woman face for your outside rendezvous. you shower him with compliments and praise as you always do; additionally, you tell him that if anyone did happen to see you fucking, the only thing they’d be able to think about is how jealous they were of you for being able to fuck such a pretty girl.

➵ if given the option, his favorite place outside for you to fuck him is in the back of a pickup truck, especially when you’re on your knees fucking him against the back window where he can see your reflections

➵ on days when you can tell he’s up for it you coax him to ride you. he’s so used to being submissive in different aspects of his life that it takes him a while to understand that you’re giving him control of his movements and the pace you go at

➵ you have to guide him a lot the first few times and help him find what feels the best for him. you also have to help him choose what to do with his hands because not knowing what to do with them in the beginning, he instinctively covers his masked face with them

➵ he still prefers for you to be the one in control and fucking him but occasionally wants to ride you finding that he enjoys it when he’s feeling sexy and wants to last longer, drawing out your intimate time together

MICHAEL MYERS cw: voyeurism, reader mentioned having a cock, pet play, mention of role play and masochism

➵ definitely a voyeur, watching people without them knowing being so natural for him. when he finds himself attracted to you, i can see him not only watching you masturbate for pleasure but, being inexperienced, he wants to make mental notes of what you like, and how he might touch you if he ever did

➵ in my mind, I can picture him watching the way you move your hand on your cock, and without even realizing he begins to mirror your movements with his own hand, at least the best he can with his knife as the substitute he’s unconsciously using for your dick

➵ idk i’ve always liked the idea of him doing pet play with you before he’s even comfortable enough to let you touch him. tho that is very cat coded ig

➵ it’s not hard to imagine how the idea of a bell would come up with him always lurking. like just thoughtlessly saying he needed to wear a bell when he catches you off guard one time, and then considering your words making an offhand remark that a cat collar would actually look quite cute on him. you don’t think too much about your words until you come home one day with mikey sitting on your bed with a cat collar on the bed beside him

➵ after that, the kitty comments you direct at mikey come frequently and it's not too long before you convince him to wear the cat ears you bought as well. in getting closer to you it's easier to add another layer than taking off his mask physically and metaphorically speaking. and he discovers he’s really turned on by the fact that you call him "my kitty"

➵ he’s also a silly guy though so he definitely takes off the collar sometimes so he can still surprise you. just tilting his head in that cute way when you point out it’s obvious he scared you on purpose

➵ fast forward to when he does let you touch him… i can see him, especially at first, liking when you give his unclothed cock a hand job with his overalls still on, him holding the top together so really just his cock and a bit of his happy trail are visible. I think it helps him ease into things and I also see him preferring not to have his cum on his own skin so he likes that it’s spurting onto his clothes instead

➵ some other things I think he likes but won't go into detail about are you using toys on him, role play, you playing with his tits, and him just being a general masochist!

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE cw: pet play, scent kink, piss, possessiveness, reader mentioned having cock, somnophilia

➵ really he could be summarized as a puppy boy and a brat, but let’s talk about it anyway!

➵ he has a major scent kink and being a puppy boy and a brat ofc that means he’s going to be pissing on some of your things

➵ it always happens when you’re gone - how dare you leave him alone! - sometimes it’s because he gets too carried away humping your pillow but other times it’s out of jealously

➵ oh? you bring something new home that someone ELSE gave to you? pisses on it.

➵ oh? there’s this scent of cologne that he’s never smelled on your jacket before? pisses on it.

➵ oh? you’re going to make him spend a night alone in your bed? pisses on it.

➵ i also like the idea of him putting on your undergarments when you’re not home from your bin of dirty clothes of course. he’s always struggled to look at himself in mirrors but it’s different when he can focus his attention on the way he plays with himself while wearing something of yours. he doesn’t even try to hide it, you undressing him that evening to find him still wearing your undergarments stained with his cum

➵ his actions require some form of punishment, which he only enjoys if you reward him for taking the punishment like a good boy.

➵ peeing on your things instead of his pee pad? well, you’ll just have to tie him up and make him watch you piss on it since he doesn’t know how to. it makes him so upset knowing that he could be your pee pad or urinal instead. he could have your scent on him. he only lets you tie him up because afterward, he gets to suck your cock, perhaps getting lucky enough to taste a small dribble of piss that was left in your bladder.

➵ he’s not allowed to sleep in your bed for one night? only if you let him ride you on it the next day. while he loves being roughly fucked by you, liking the thought that you can’t contain yourself, he also wants to ride you from time to time

➵ you often keep him in check making sure he doesn’t get too carried away, but when he rides you let him be as eager as he pleases. he can fuck himself on your cock at whatever pace he likes, for however long he likes, and touch you wherever he wants

➵ you have to give him permission on specific nights when he’s allowed play with your cock while you're sleeping because if not you’d wake up every morning with your cock being warmed by his mouth or his hole

STU MACHER cw: pet play, implied that you aren't exclusive, facefucking with reader implied to have cock/strap on, overstimulation, mention of stuffing + emetophilia, piss, one mention of reader who menstruates + period sex + blood, mention of drug use

➵ whew playful puppy boy that tries to hide how obsessed he is with you and how badly he wants you to be obsessed with him

➵ he doesn’t have to be the only one you play with, but if other pets are around he has to prove he’s your good boy, the best boy

➵ he’s always doing something to get some type of reaction out of you for his own amusement, constantly testing your limits when you’re alone trying to see how much he can get away with. and he likes it when you push his limits in a different way

➵ seeing how long he can let you face fuck him even when he’s gagging and tears dot the corner of his eyes

➵ seeing how long he can watch you fuck someone else without touching himself if he wants to fucked himself

➵ seeing how many times he can cum, which has to be at least until he’s overstimulated and crying

➵ seeing how much he can eat before he’s throwing up

➵ seeing how long he can hold his piss for you. though he’s not satisfied by just drinking water and holding. he only enjoys it if you’re teasing him or he’s teasing you by making it harder for himself to hold

➵ ways he likes you to tease him include edging him, straddling him and pressing on his bladder, not letting him press his legs together, making him watch you wet yourself, and pouring water onto his groin

➵ ways he likes to tease you and himself include always insisting he can drink more, showing you how many jumping jacks he can do, grinding against his puppy pad, and masturbating in front of you sometimes while on the phone with billy

➵ if you menstruate he wants to go down on you. he loves the mess and will go out of his way to make it as messy as possible

➵ he also just likes to go down on you in general. at a certain stage of being high, all he wants to do is have his head between your thighs, laying there for as long as you let him. he’ll rotate between moving his tongue against you languidly, kissing anywhere his lips can reach, and nuzzling his face into you