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hiii this is my first time requesting anything idk if you’ve gotten this before but can you do a really feminine clingy (like dresses and skirts all day everyday, likes cutesy things, does her hair all nice, likes to sit on his lap) reader x the creeps? like ej , hoodie , and masky or anyone you want 🙏 nsfw or fluff is fine !!! if you don’t wanna that’s totally fine thank you <333

Yessss, this is so sweet!! both NSFW and fluff included!

Creeps With a Girly S/O

♥︎ Ticci Toby ♥︎

He would be intimated by the feminine energy at first. It's not something he's used to at all, so when you enter his life, all pretty and dolled up, he's like: what do I do?

He doesn’t understand most of the things you love, but he’s completely mesmerized by them. He loves watching you paint your nails, totally focused as if your brushstrokes are some form of magic. He sits quietly as you hold up outfit options and ask what he thinks - he’s not great with words, but you can see it in his face: he thinks everything you wear is perfection.

Toby is obsessed with delicate, dainty lingerie. Lace, bows, little satin ribbons. Seeing you in a sheer nightgown or a matching set with tiny floral patterns drives him crazy in a way that’s not even fully sexual sometimes - it’s just too pretty. He never thought something so soft could exist next to someone like him.

If you ever ask him to zip up your dress or buckle the ankle straps on your heels, he does it immediately, no hesitation, straight to work. There’s something deeply grounding for him about helping you with gentle little tasks, it’s quiet intimacy, and he’s never had much of that before.

When you ask if you can practice doing makeup on him? No complaints. He doesn't get embarrassed easily, not when it's just you. He lets you brush highlighter over his cheekbones, coat his long eyelashes with mascara, gloss his lips, even curl his hair if you want. He’ll sit cross-legged on the floor, knees bouncing, fidgeting a little, but he lets you do whatever you want. He trusts you and your judgement, and he'll gladly be your little doll.

Spritzes your perfume on his wrist so he can smell you when he's out on missions <3

If you’re into plushies, Toby takes it seriously. If they’re important to you, they’re important to him. He’ll sit them upright if they fall over. He remembers which ones you sleep with. You didn’t think you'd ever be co-parenting stuffed animals, but here you are.

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Toby begs you to wear pretty lingerie in bed. He gets whiny about it, half playful, half desperate. “C’mon… wear that p-pink one. The one w-with the bows. Puh-please? Just once?” And when you do, he falls apart.

He loves fucking you with your panties still on, just pushing them aside, keeping that cute little barrier there as long as possible. It’s the contrast that gets to him - soft, pastel lace stretched thin while he’s deep inside you, his fingers gripping at your thighs like he’s holding on for dear life.

Tears your stockings all the time. He drags the tip of his hatchet up your leg just slow enough to make you squirm, then slices through the delicate fabric without hurting you. Sometimes he uses the hatchet to ruin your clothes first, slits open your panties with precision, lets them fall apart at your feet.

Begs you to stuff his mouth with your pretty panties while you ride him. He’ll whine and tug at your hips, flushed and desperate: “Put 'em in my m-mouth. Puh-please, just, your p-panties, stuff 'em in–” And when you do, he moans like he’s being torn open. Just having your scent on his tongue, your lace between his teeth while you fuck yourself on him, he’s gone. That alone could make him cum, hands trembling, hips twitching up into you.

♥︎ Tim/Masky ♥︎

You are his precious girl. Tim adores how feminine you are, it’s like your sweetness fills in all the rough hard-edged parts of him. You in your little dresses, soft voice, scented lotion, it all makes him feel grounded and needed in a way that’s hard to explain.

Having a girly girl feeds his masculinity like nothing else. Being the strong one beside someone so soft is his favorite thing in the world. When you're walking next to him in heels, swinging your purse and looking up at him fondly, and he’s all dark jacket and heavy boots... it't such a kick for him.

If you tell him you're gonna go get your nails done, he's giving you money before you even finish the sentence. Just hands you a wad of bills like "Here you go pretty girl, pick a nice color, yeah?".

Tim is obsessed with girly hairstyles. If you braid your hair or tie it up with ribbons, he can’t stop touching it. He’ll twirl strands around his fingers while you're watching TV or run his palm over the back of your head while kissing you.

Will never let your carry heavy stuff, ever. He’ll snatch it out of your hands and grunt like it's no big deal.

He loves having you sit in his lap when you're in a dress or skirt, bare thighs brushing against denim, skin warm and soft. He’ll stroke your legs absentmindedly while you talk, fingers sneaking under the hem just to feel the lace of your panties or trace the curve of your hip.

Tim loves to eat. So if you bake, if you show up with homemade cookies or cupcakes with sprinkles, he's in love. Feed him good and he'll treat you good. Also, wear a cute lil apron in the kitchen, he'll love it.

Big on pet names, will call you his sweet angel, sweetheart, princess, doll.

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Loves lipstick blowjobs! He’ll fuck your pretty red mouth and watch with glazed eyes as the lipstick smears all over your lips, your chin, his cock. When you’re drooling, eyes watery, mouth messy, he tilts your head up: “Look at you. Fuckin’ gorgeous. My perfect girl.”

He’s verbal in bed, a total praise dom. He can’t shut up about how soft, pretty, and good you are, especially when you're being passive and letting him do all the work. “That’s it, baby. Just lay there and look pretty. You’re doing so good for me.”

Tim loves himself a pillow princess. He doesn't mind you just laying there, looking beautiful as you're taking him.

If you’ve got braids in, you already know what’s coming. He’s fucking you from behind, one hand on your hip, the other tugging your hair with every thrust until you’re whimpering and seeing stars.

And if you’ve been teasing him, been bratty, or too slow to obey, he’ll bend you over his lap, palm pressed firm between your shoulder blades. “You wanna act like a bad girl? Then you’re getting spanked like one.” He doesn’t go easy. Big, hard slaps that leave your ass glowing red, his handprint clear and hot. He watches every flinch, every gasp, and only stops when you’re trembling and crying.

♥︎ Brian/Hoodie ♥︎

A girly girl is exactly Brian’s type. He’s not loud about it, but everything you do - how you dress, how you decorate your space, how you take care of yourself - it hits him deep. There’s something special to him about how you make the world a little softer just by existing in it.

He loves that you’re delicate, graceful, and self-aware. That you try to look beautiful. It makes him feel chosen.

Sundresses are his weakness. Especially when you pair them with heels. The light fabric, the way it flows when you move, the bare shoulders, he has to physically stop himself from pulling you into the nearest empty room.

You are his passenger princess!! <3 He doesn't think a pretty girl like you should ever have to drive a car ever again. He'll drive you to work, to Starbucks, to Sephora. You name it, he'll take you there.

He's a man of few words, he shows affection through actions. He’ll silently fix the wobbly leg on your vanity, reach for the coffee mug on the top shelf, or carry your entire haul of shopping bags with zero reaction.

Eventually, when the trust is strong, he lets you have a lil spa day with him. You warm a towel, lay him back, and go through your entire skincare routine on his face. He’s tense at first, but your fingers are so soft, so careful. He closes his eyes, breath slowing. You work in silence, and somewhere between the exfoliator and toner, he almost falls asleep.

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Brian has a deep fixation on seeing you on your knees, begging for him. He expects pleading from you. He stands there with his cock in hand, looking down at you, dark eyes unreadable as you whimper for it. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it.” He wants his girl to be desperate for him.

He demands gratitude. When he wrecks you, makes you cum until your legs shake, he waits for you to thank him.

He loves how innocent you look. It doesn’t matter if you’re not really innocent, he’s hooked on the illusion. The perfect little dress. The sweet smile. The perfume. It makes him rougher. He needs to ruin it. He wants to see sweat running down your neck, mascara smudged, thighs trembling.

Enjoys seeing you flustered and shy, seeing you blush when he calls you "slut" or "whore". It only pushes him to be more cruel, to mock and tease you further.

When he's pleased with you, he'll call you a "good girl".

And yes - he’ll fuck you while you're wearing a pretty dress.

♥︎ BEN Drowned ♥︎

He thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, and that’s saying something, considering he's on the internet all the time and has seen everything. The first time he lays eyes on you in your full girly glory, the only thought in his head is: Mine.

He fully supports your girliness… even if he teases the hell out of you for it. “What are you, sponsored by Hello Kitty?”

If you’re into Sanrio, kawaii plushies, or cutesy characters, he goes insane. He buys you merch like it’s a sport - socks, crop tops, sweatpants, panties with character prints, collectible toys, themed blankets, limited-edition perfumes. If it's pink and has ears? You own it.

He’s obsessed with how you smell. Like lotion, shimmer body oil, sweet perfume. He’ll press his face into your pillow just to breathe you in. He’ll sniff your worn shirts. Unashamed.

He will watch all your favorite rom-coms and silly shows with you. He complains constantly (“This is so dumb”), but 15 minutes later he’s gripping the pillow, whispering: “No way she’s going back to the ex. That’s actual garbage behavior.”

He begs to pick out your outfits. Not just lingerie, everything. He wants to style you like his personal doll.

You sitting in his lap doing your makeup while he’s gaming, that's his dream. He’s got one hand on the controller, one arm around your waist, totally content with the feeling of you leaning into him, applying lipgloss and giggling at his game.

He loves when you take cute selfies with him! He likes that you both look like complete opposites, him with messy hair and a hoodie, you in a cute floral dress and lipstick. He posts the selfies with dumb captions like: “opposites attract and btw i'm the one who gets pegged.” (…He’s kidding. Mostly.)

He’s surprisingly generous. Online purchases? Gift cards? Impulse mall trips? He's all in, especially if you let him pick your underwear and model for him in the dressing room.

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Ben is a freak, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. The second he finds a cute pink vibrator in your drawer, he stares at it for a full ten seconds before grinning like: “Can I use this on you? I wanna see your legs shake.”

And If you don’t have one, he’ll buy it for you himself. Bonus points if it’s sparkly or has a bow.

He's so into roleplay - specifically the dynamic of you being soft, innocent, helpless… and him taking full advantage of it. He’ll pin you down on the bed and murmur in your ear: “What’s a sweet little thing like you doing all alone in that short skirt, huh?”

He's the kind of guy who moans louder when you call him names back. “Pervert.” “Freak.” “Degenerate.” He lives for it.

He’s obsessed with your accessories during sex. If you’re giving him a handjob and your bracelets are jingling, he’s losing his goddamn mind.

His biggest weakness is the contrast between your innocent look and how filthy you get for him. That perfect eyeliner, those pouty glossed lips, your cute little top, all of it completely undone by how much you want him. It genuinely short-circuits his brain.

He’ll record it. Watch it back later. Probably jerk off to the sound of your soft moans mixed with the jingling of your damn bracelets.

♥︎ Jeff the Killer ♥︎

Jeff relentlessly mocks your girly aesthetic. He'll do high-pitched impressions, fake giggles, and dramatic air kisses just to get on your nerves.

Steals your lip balm constantly, just to mess with you. He’ll put it on with a mocking face like “ooo berry blast bimbo, my fave” but then secretly keeps doing it because it actually feels nice and makes his lips all soft.

Despite all his posturing, Jeff lives for the contrast between the two of you. Your softness, your light, it’s so foreign to him, but it reminds him not everything has to be gloomy and dark all the time.

Weirdly enough, he's insanely good at doing hair. Something about muscle memory + control. If you pout and beg long enough, he finally caves, grumbling as he parts your hair with precision and starts weaving an intricate braid like he’s done it a thousand times. He has very skilled hands and they come in good use.

If you love plushies, he'll pretend to hate them, but one night he walks in and throws a beat-up teddy bear at your head. It’s clearly been stolen, but it's real cute. “Here. Whatever. It looked stupid. Thought you’d like it.” And then he'll dodge your hugs and pretend he's annoyed when you try to thank him.

He will use your $38 coconut body scrub in the shower. And your shampoo. And your leave-in conditioner. He smells like a vanilla cookie and refuses to admit it. And oh, don't expect him to replace any of those products, he'll use them till they're finished and then wait for you to buy new ones.

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Loves seeing you ruined for him - makeup smudged, mascara running down your cheeks. There's something about destroying a pretty exterior, it flips a switch in him. “You got all dressed up just to be ruined, huh, princess?”

The more dolled up you are, the rougher he gets. He wants to fuck the innocence right out of you until you’re shaking and crying for him.

He'll make you hold your favorite plushie against your chest while he's pounding you. “Tell your little friend Mr. Snuggles what a filthy fucking whore you are.” And being the asshole he is, he'll probably cum on the plushie's face, and laugh while you squeal and try to clean it off.

Knifeplay is a non-negotiable kink for him. He loves pressing the blade against your inner thigh while you’re still wearing your sweet little dress. Maybe he slices one of the straps just to watch it fall.

Gets you a pink collar to wear during sex. “C'mon, put it on. You look like my little pet. Mine to fuck, mine to bleed, mine to keep.”

♥︎ Eyeless Jack ♥︎

Jack is initially cautious around you. Your softness, your voice, your expressions, they're all so vivid and alive. At first, it’s disorienting. He’s used to silence, detachment. But you… you talk with your hands. You wear pink. You even hum while folding laundry.

He studies your every move thoroughly. He watches you adjust your stockings, put on earrings, smooth down the hem of your dress with gentle fingers. It mesmerizes him in a way that feels almost wrong.

He’s extremely scent-sensitive. Overly sweet or artificial fragrances like cotton candy, synthetic vanilla or tropical fruit give him headaches. He prefers natural, clean and warm scents like fresh laundry and unscented lotion. So when you switch your body products for his sake, he notices instantly. “That smells like you. Not product. Thank you.”

He’s not overtly affectionate, but his care is structured. He’ll quietly clean up your space when you're overwhelmed. Organize your vanity. Fix the hinge on your drawer. He won’t mention it, but he wants to be useful, to support your softness.

He doesn’t get the point of makeup, but he never disrespects you for it. He watches you do your lil routine like he’s observing a sacred ritual. Might even ask some questions about your products or read the ingredient list with genuine interest, he genuinely wants to know what you're putting on your pretty face.

If you wear your heart on your sleeve, if you cry easily - he freezes. He cares, but emotion is foreign to him. He doesn’t comfort you the way others might, he simply just kneels beside you and offers a silent shoulder to cry on. He might even kiss your tears, tasting the salt, the wetness, the quiet ache of your pain.

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He loves when you wear light, minimal lingerie. Delicate lace, pale silk, soft straps. Especially in white, cream, or pastel colors. You look so soft, you remind him of a little lamb. And he wants to ruin you precisely because you look so pure.

Your reactions are everything to him. You whimper. You arch your back. Your lip trembles. He watches every single flicker of movement with dark, unreadable intensity, as if he's studying you from the inside out.

If you’re too loud, too whiny, he gently places his hand over your mouth and tilts his head: “Shh. Let me feel you. Focus.”

He likes when you cry from pleasure, not out of pain or fear, but that teary-eyed, mascara-smudged overwhelmed look you get when it’s too much but you still want more.

After he’s finished with you, he doesn’t speak much. But he dresses you again, pulls your pretty panties back up with careful fingers, might even brush your hair out for you.

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