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[toots-senpai]

Yo your Brian has a heavy somnophilia kink 👀

I also love how realistic you are with this, like they are all in a way "Yandere" because they're fricking killers.

Which leads me to a question....

What is your interpretation on the Proxies? And what are their kinks?

-🐱

Proxies(+ Ben) and their Kinks.

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: proxies! +ben x reader

Rating: R 18+

Warnings: Somnophilia!, Camera use!, piercing! cheating? kinda, noncon drugging, abuse if you squint, sex toy mention.

authors response: well if you mean proxies as in ben, toby, brian and tim.. i can do that! also im including ben because they're is no way he doesn't do the same work they do. and of course they're all obsessed crazy fucks, i don't see them having any other reason for them to be romantically involved with anyone, honestly.

Ben seems like the type of guy to really be down with anything you're down for. His favorite part of your body is most definitely your thighs or if your boobs are bigger he'll assault them more, then he probably like missionary overall. He's a visual guy and likes anything he can grab ahold of. He might be a power bottom if he's not to needy but besides that he loves folding you into submission one way or another. Also, maybe collars? He likes to wear one but probably the ones that play off as a necklace but you have one that got a choker attached.. seems like he like's walks... public sex and of course getting you to high to move and having high sex with you.. almost every night. Has a couple of sex tapes, some of them aren't even of you two, and he'll make you watch and fuck you harder than the other girls in the video, just so he can make you appreciate what he didn't give to other women. Also a massive pervert, like camera's in the toliet seat he fucks you on occasionally. Probably has more sex tapes of you than you know of.

Toby is always different when you look at him honestly. Always in different moods so I don't think he particularly has any favorites. His favorite thing to grab is probably your waist though. Sexually and non sexually. You most definitely have bruising there and most definitely on your ass. He has a thing for punishment probably, spanking, sharp object play anything that'll make your breath hitch. His favorite thing to do overall is probably ruin your movies, always slipping off your shorts any chance he gets to finger you. Never let's you watch anything. In the winter Toby likes to drink, he's also way more touchy during the winter. Loves rubbing his cold hands on your waist and randomly slipping into your cunt. He randomly fingers you alot, just craving to watch you cum any time. Temperature play, he likes seeing your reactions to the things he can't feel anymore. That said Toby can go until he's exhausted and if you actually care about him you'd watch that.

Tim's got alot of things honestly. I personally think that Tim loves you going crazy and submitting to him. Purposefully messes up the environment so you can be closer to him. Makes his ego burn with sinful pride. Loves making you suck his dick until he's came a couple times down your throat and you're struggling to swallow it all. He loves those wireless vibrators, it's such a feeling you're used to being with him that you don't even notice when he slips it into your cunt in the morning before you wake up. On a slightly sexually romantic note, I think Tim would like piercing you, safely. He'll pierce your nipples the first couple of months of you two 'dating'. He'll pierce your clit, more than once if you let him. Breath play is a huge thing to him, he loves your moans but when he forces you to stop moaning, you breath is the only thing he can hear. Super manipulative, angry sex constantly. Loves your body equally. Also a fan of sex tapes but not long ones, just quick 15 second ones just so he can pull out the video and look at it randomly.

Brian just, doesn't want to show you his love in person. He's all for subtle romanticism. Loves to take pictures of you while you're fucking. Definitely has made a couple of tapes with you. He probably let's you see your family every once in awhile just so he can send you videos of him stroking his dick to them, sound unmuted. He's got a bunch of rules for even when you're close. Open every text he's sent within two minutes, send him a panty or lingerie shot when he's been gone too long, get the jist. Always makes you food, drugs your desserts on occasion just so you're too submissive to move for him. Loves fucking you while you're asleep, always just pushing to see how long he can go before you wake up whining. Fresh flowers on the table in the morning only to be on your bedsheets at night. Yet Brian can snap sometimes, mentally, it seems as if he's pushing himself away from you but also a big fan of cameras. Everywhere, out of sight and in plain sight. Loves watching you change and take your pictures for him but when he finally goes back to 'normal' he's jumping at you every chance he get's. Folding you over counters, tables, chairs, sofa's.. you name it. Leaves you sore for a couple of months. Never really get the chance to fully recover from those because he's got you wrapped around his cock every night without fail.

[toots-senpai]

How To Cleanup Your Needs vs Your Wants

author: @toots-senpai

fandom: creepypasta

pairing: jeff the killer x reader

rating: R 18+

word count: 1.8k

warning tags: tw:stalking , tw: (consensual) abuse mention , tw:murder , tw: mary jane use , tw: voyuerism , tw: mean jeff, blood kink, cunnilingus, blowjob, spit/cum kink

authors note: i have like 9 other fics in the drafts have this one, i re-edited it to the best of my ability :)

MINORS DNI

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nsfw under the cut

to be in this 'loving, healthy relationship' with jeff is key to survival. being on the same wave length made your trip back to society after being kidnapped so much easier but time away from each other was not so easy somehow, call it sherlock syndrome or even dick dazed. the last thing you said 'you don't need me jeff, you want me.' was accepted by both of you, so much so that he even let you leave permanently. it was the truth, a whole twelve days without each other proved that. no texting and no interactions made you realize how boring it is without jeff anyways.

you've gotten back your shitty apartment with your roommate who was ecstatic to see you again after you had been missing. a couple days of police looking at all the marks of what they didn't know to be consensual abuse came to your answers of 'you didn't know' or more excuses on not remembering the so called 'traumatic' event of being kidnapped the last year and half. you'll laugh silently when they leave the room over those few days, everyone looking at the bruises along your body thinking of all the worst possible things to say, society whispering around you like insects. the cops are off your case in those first few days due to your lack of response but they've suggested you therapy and what ever other 'kind' gestures to get mentally better, you shove them into your car and that night you're back in your exes bed, bored. for days, joints start piling up in the ashtray. your ex is right across from your roommate so you can easily slip between the two apartments with ease. boring parties that you went to with your roommate left you with an ache in your cunt unsatisfied. laying on couches without jeff's hands fucking with your body has you completely stirred and so unsatisfied that you can't think straight. he might not need you, but you need him. you debate texting jeff when your roommate walks in. she looks at you in awe, skimpy pajama wear and all of the plants are watered leaving a nice moisture in the air despite the smoke from your morning to afternoon smoke session.

"hun, i can smell you all the way down the hallway."

"suck it, hope you can smell my cunt too." you seethe playfully sticking your tongue through your teethe at her.

"i already smell you two fucking almost every night since you came home, is that not enough?" she'll sigh with and a playfully accusing look. she'll place the groceries down at the table like she does every day and will light up one of the pre-rolled joints when you turn on the show you two watch, jeff's chat open on you phones besides your thigh ignored.

jeff on the other hand hasn't touched his phone in days since you left. you were right he didn't need you at all, he can go through his days without you here. you were a phase, a mere fascination for a moment he had been thinking the first few days. you cared too much about him and he doesn't reciprocate the energy you want, the energy you needed. in the first days he breaks, it's true that he doesn't need you, but the real truth is that he wants you. wants you so bad that his dick has been painfully hard and his victims do nothing to help, he's unsatisfied. all he can think about is your lips slobering all over his cock and he desperately wants it so bad.

he doesn't need it, need you. he can let you live a happy life without the constant fear of demons and death with another lover that will do better than him, but when he sees it's just the ex he took you from in the first place he can't help but to fall back into his unhealthy habits. watching you ride the man who doesn't touch you the way you like and when you whisper jeff's nickname softly against the deaf ears of the man below you he can't help but palm himself through his jeans. you're putting on such a pretty show for him every single time the two of you fuck and the guy just screws his eyes shut as he silently slurs around words over how tight your cunt is. he watches you two every night until his cock cant take it, his balls wont empty and watching your cunt soak the toy when you whimpered jeff's name over and over while you tried to replace jeff's touch ever other night had him almost sneaking through your window but he accidentally got caught up with your neighbor. your stupid ex who decided to knock him out and take him back into his house.

when jeff wakes up he isn't bothered or fazed but more annoyed than anything. the restraints are nothing but flimsy and your panties are on the floor and your ex just keeps stepping over them as he attempts to lecture jeff. he taps under the chair in annoyance as the man talks shit about him being outside your window and the second he says something out of line, jeff's out of the chair and the man is dead on his bed. jeff sighs, blood covering and dripping off the bed. he thinks if he did it for you for a second when he goes to clean it up but the thought is thrown away as fast as it slipped into his head and you slipped in the apartment behind him. he grabbed the handle of his knife before his glance flipped to you fully but the knife whizzed right back your cheek, your reflexes fast from jeff's antics. the thought made his dick throb and he thought for a seond that if he never taught you those things, you'd be dead a second ago.

his dick pressed sinfully against his jeans and the sight of jeff, blood dripping off of his clothing and his jeans so strained had your panties soaked. jeff laughs from the blade and you take it out of the wall shooting him a piercing glare that shuts him up. the air is tense and sexual but you place his knife back in his palm, a quick glance.

"how are you gonna clean this up?" you'll ask but jeff isn't focused on him or the bloody mess seeping into the floor anymore, the bloodrush snapped his adrenaline awake and you presented yourself there nice and cute, daily makeup done and tight lazy wear on your skin. the tight tanktop and shorts made him want to ruin you, wipe his bloody hands all over the white of your shorts and comfy knitted knee high socks you wear around the house. you reek of weed and pussy and he wants all of you.

"i don't want to clean this up, i want you doll. come here." you pause for a second from his words, watching his breathing becoming harsher and you know his mind is running with obscene thoughts of you probably on the bloody bed and what you wouldn't do to be on your knees for jeff again but even when you walked into the room you still had his chat open, with nothing to say. boundaries were put up and him killing your fuck buddy can say alot of things about crossing those but honestly you couldn't give two shits about him.

"you.. want me."

"yes." you'll whine a bit, bratty in a sense but it's covering the sexual innuendo first as unsatisfied tears spill off your cheeks.

"i... i need you jeffery."

in a split second jeff is on you, blood smearing over your shorts and his dick pressed into the crevice of your wet pussy even through the clothing. you whine and jeff walks to the bathroom fully clothed and turns on the shower behind him as he pulls you in and pushes you into the tiles, holding you up underneath your plush thighs. the blood runs down into the drain off of his clothes and the blood smeared off yours, staining the white to almost an orange. jeff is radioactive and you're quarantined between his long arms with radiation poisoning.

water spills into both of your mouths and when the water connects both of your hair into your moving mouths, almost synchronized the both of you grab each others hair out of the way as you both pathetically grind against each other. whines leave your mouth as jeff grabs your mouth open to spit in it, smacking your cheek to make sure you keep your mouth open when he slides you down. his dick smacks your cheek before you take it into your mouth and the water drips off his clothes and onto your face but his back is blocking the stream of the water so it only comes down in fat droplets. it doesn't take too long for jeff to get to his usual pace that has snot coming out of your nose and tears streaming down your cheeks. he can be a rude asshole yet this entire time he hasn't let your head hit the tile once while you bobbed your head, even as he bruised your throat with rough strokes.

"fucking whore, taking my dick down your throat so nicely. such a nice little slut for me." he'll choke out dazed. he'll whine as he spills a fat load while keeping his dick lodged down your throat for a couple minutes after he cums while he teases and bullies you for being so messy around his cock. he'll let you get sprayed by the water even with his dick still lodged down your throat before he's nice again. the water turns off and he's kissing your thighs and dragging the soaked shorts down your body and delving his tongue into your cunt while hoisting your hips off the wet floor. the bathroom is steamed and even though your body is sticky it's nothing to jeff. he knows you can't help but writhe and whimper of overstimulation when he keeps going after making you cum two times from his fingers and tongue, while he's been eating you out starved. "n-need you too.." he'll mutter when he's balls deep in your cunt. your thighs will burn and his cum will feel like anti pain cream in between your thighs. the shower tiles are cold and cum has gathered around your hips and dripped from in between your thighs and gathered in a pool underneath your ass. your whines are airy and hoarse when jeff's finally done, settling with one last creampie before he holds you to him for a couple of minutes, straightening your back from being in that cramped position. he'll stretch your limbs softly in silence as he kisses you and massages you sore parts while you whine underneath him.

you need him. you need to be jeff's and he want's you to be his and when you lock glances, and your teary eyed from his massages, it's already agreed upon.

[toots-senpai]

The Blame Game

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: eyeless jack x reader ft slenderman

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 2.6k

Quick A/n: brain empty, only more monster fucking, also gif kinda doesn't fit but wtf ever can't have everything perfect. also, i kinda edited this one omg

Warnings: tw: voyeurism, tw: monster fucking, tw: hypnotism, tw:dubcon, tw: blood, biting, tentacle fucking, double penetration, vore! mention

MINORS DNI

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nsfw under the cut

It was a quiet day, besides the loud sexual thoughts raging through your head. Walking past Jack every once in awhile as he tinkered around his medicines in the room, cleaning his equipment and what not as you cleaned around the mansion. The warmth spreading in between your legs as you walked past him twice every hour.. the day going by slowly as you waited.... and waited.. only had you going to the bathroom once every hour to clean up the mess of your underwear. Until the waiting got to be enough... more than once. Attempting to hold him only once, to get a look from him, the holes of his mask staring at you giving off the impression of annoyance, which had you pacing behind him most of the day only made you hornier than you already were. You knew the demon in front of you could smell your arousal, all day. He wanted to help you out and eventually he almost gave in after he tried to push you away the second time.

Slender interrupting the two of you with some task of mutilation that honestly just had you groaning of disappointment. You started to think that he did it on purpose after a couple of hours of disappointment. Eventually going back in the direction of where Jack left. Your inner thighs slicked of arousal as you went past Slender's office, Jack actually sitting in front of his desk. The smell of arousal passed his nose and his eyes locked on you. His mask was off and seemed to be on his desk as he just shook his head, going back to doing the task at hand. Your lips pursed as you walked back to the room. Another hour passes and you walk by again... and again after another hour and then you just decide to take a nap. Being woken up by Sally flicking your nose a couple hours later before running away laughing. You woke up fully and went back to the room and you actually had to change your pants from how drenched in slick you were, panties soaking through your jeans. Jack wasn't back in the room yet still and you really were desperately trying not to interrupt him and Slender. Jack had a respect for Slender that you respected as well and you were really trying but now it was nighttime. Creeps have left the mansion to go do busy work and you were trying to shower, arousal still helplessly leaking when you tried to wash yourself. You even had the chance to get yourself off, underneath the warm water but it wasn't enough.

You changed into some pajamas and made your way back to check to check up on him but when you came to the doorframe you and Slender locked glances. Jack smelling your fear from the chair he sat on as his head snapped towards yours. Slender adjusted his voice.

"Y/n. Come on in.."

"Um! There's no need. I just-"

"I'm not going to kill you if you step into the room Y/n. I'm sorry i've kept Jack this long but there's no reason you can't be close to him. Come in and sit, you can come and help." One of his tentacles pushed out the chair besides Jack and you honestly couldn't do anything else but walk in. Bookshelves were lined across the walls, no book even covered in the slightest bit of dust. Everything around you was so clean that you felt a bit dirty walking in, even though you just took a shower. You sat down on the chair and did nothing for a few minutes, twiddling your fingers and listening to them scribble across their papers before realizing that you weren't actually helping with anything. You looked up at Slender to ask about whatever task he took you in the room for but he was leaning back in his chair, relaxed and occasionally turning to grab the packets of files that Jack has finished to look through them.

You swallowed nervously and went to look at what Jack was writing. You've seen the demon language once or twice but actually seeing your boyfriend write it, so fast and swiftly had your brain on edge once again. Your boyfriend is so skilled at everything he does but there's clearly is no task for you to accomplish in here. When you went to stand up Slender actually passes you a book, his long slender fingers placing it softly in front of you as his nails slightly tapped on the wood of his desk as he dragged his hand back to his previous position. Maybe you watched a little too intently on his hand for that quick second, that familiar warmth spreading back to your inner thighs, but you pushed the thought away very quickly, respectfully attempting to read the book he gave you.

The book was actually a language book, translating the demon language from hundreds of languages. If you properly learned it seemed that it also taught the other language back. It was amazing and actually pretty easy to connect the dots. It wasn't long before you could semi read the things that he was writing, long forms of what seemed like money being transferred and-

"Why are you looking at his work?" Slender asked in front of you, placing down the files in his hand. Both of their glances were on you and Jack placed his files upside down, annoyed at thee work he just had to stop. It isn't your fault that your body is so properly trained for your boyfriend's thick cock, just him looking at you and spreading his legs in annoyance as he relaxed against the chair. God you just wanted to climb on his lap-

"Y/n?" Slender asked and you snapped your head towards him shaking those thoughts away again.

"Just trying to teach myself along the way-"

"Teach yourself what Y/n, I handed you a book of forms?" He questioned. You shook your head once more and looked down back at the book to really see that, you were. Forms of what you read on Jack's papers in your fingers, no demon language in sight. You were confused and both of them still had their glances locked on you. You caught eyes with the the book but the book, was still there on the desk but a candle was on top of it, wax collected ontop so there was no way you were actually reading it... "Y/n what were you teaching yourself?"

"Um.. I don't know." You said, confusion making your brain hazy because you knew for a fact you were just reading that book. You looked back up at the two and you felt, so small under the glances of these men. So confused. Your orgasm earlier got rid of that horny haze that was penetrating your body earlier but this time it was back, but totally different. You were... dizzy, the tension in the air was so thick and Slender's voice was penetrating your sense of hearing..

"Maybe you're too distracted." He states. He's 100% doing it on purpose, you don't know how he's doing it but for some odd reason you can't even ask about it. Your brain isn't focused on it. Instead you're somehow focusing on the tentacle wrapping around the side of the table. Static is filling the back of your senses and for some odd reason, you're brain so clouded. "Dripping down the chair like that Y/n, I couldn't possibly think you could focus."

You didn't realize your cunt really was dripping down your thighs and off the chair. Muddled words taking over your brain when you looked at Jack who's glance was watching the tentacle wrap around your pretty little leg, wiping up the wetness as it slithered up your thigh. You whined, hips squirming and your lips letting small gasps escape as another tentacle wrapped around your arm.

It was so warm in the room all of sudden, you were almost slipping out of consciousness the only thing keeping you awake is Slender's voice.

"Thinking all of those dirty thoughts all day Y/n."

'I could hear them all.'

He's in your head, your senses are blocked and you're whining, dazed and confused. All you could do is watch as the tentacle slips off your shorts, moan as it slips into your cunt, filling you up just as Jack would. Jack is honestly all you're thinking about underneath the tentacles. Demonic curses whisper in the back of your head as it slips and curls in you, moving your nipples with flicks of his tentacles. Choked whines are slipping from your drooling mouth and your eyes open for a split second to catch Jack slipping his fingers into your mouth. Watching your tongue lazily slip around his fingers. You know you're no longer in control of your own actions when you look up at him and lick from the tips of his fingers to the base before sucking them into your mouth. You can tell Jack clearly isn't either as he's slipping his dick into your mouth infront of his boss. The tentacles pulled at your nipples and slipped around your cunt and dipped even into your ass. Slipping around your body as Jack uses your throat absent-mindedly, bruising the glands and he roughly thrusts the spit out of your mouth. Slender's voice is invading your thoughts with a coo once again.

'look at you two. fucking all day, even in front of me. both of you just can't take a break for one fucking day?' Jack is whining and spilling down your throat at that statement and you struggle as he keeps his dick lodged down your throat. He's just as out of it as you are, maybe he's been stuck in this horny haze longer than you have.

'oh darling he has.' slender responds in your head as his tentacles prod deeper into your cunt and your ass. 'and it's all your fault y/n. all he could do when he came in was think about your body. in full detail may I add.' A tentacle pulls Jack out of your mouth and pulls your chair in front of the desk before grabbing your neck and pulling your head back to look at him. Jack doesn't hesitate to slip his cock next to a tentacle, slipping deep in your cunt and stretching you out even more. 'he was so riled up, that all i could hear was his provocative thoughts about filling you up. touching your chest. he kept going for too long, it's not my fault I had to shut him up. and it's not my fault that it only riled him up more.' He wasn't lying either, though he's manipulating both of your bodies through what you now see as some form of hypnotism, Jack really was riled up. More than you ever seen him, sweat dripping down his forehead excessively as he's licking the sweat off of your skin with his parasite like tongues.

The room is sexually haunting the both of you. Keeping you two out of the proper respectful desire once in the room and driving out both of your carnal desires equally. He's also speaking to Jack you can tell but the way that Jack's growling and possessively ripping away at the tentacles that only move around to slip inside you once again and fill you up. The tentacles are getting bigger with each movement and Jack's has his total grip on one as he's cornering you against the chair with each thrust of his hips and the tentacles are somehow getting slimier. The grip that he has on the tentacle is actually dripping with a goop. A goop that is rubbing up and down your body and twisting around your cunt, ass and tits. You're fully letting out moans now, you can't help it. So enthralled because of the shit slipping in and out of you and the goop that's dripping out and off your body that you can't focus anymore to even attempt to conceal yourself.

Yet somehow you don't remember how you got into the luxurious bedroom of Slender. Slenders large monsterous hands are rubbing the goop around your nipples and you can feel him thrusting into your ass. His dick making up for two of Jack's dick combined. Jack territorially has bites all over your neck now and his teeth are still wedged into your shoulder as he's rutting his dick deep into you without shame or thought. His tongues are licking the wounds and some of his parasite like tongues are almost pathetically hanging out of his mouth, so stuck in this sexual trance that he's probably just as unconcious as you were a couple seconds ago. You're shrieking fully awake, the trance leaving your body as you arch against slender's large frame that's holding you to him. His tentacles are holding up your shaky thighs for Jack to helplessly rut into you at a deep angle that they are both rubbing your insides clean.

They must've been going at it for hours since you can see the light of dawn against the pale and dark sin connecting against your hips and rubbing all over your body. You're shamelessly dripping off the bed probably from being came in clearly more than once from Jack and probably only once or twice from Slender. Your slicked up cunt can barely even feel Jack's brutal abuse on your womb but you can 100% feel Slender, only rutting softly behind you pulling out fully and digging back into the rim of your ass. Curses in the back of your head whispering out praises along with Slender behind you. Your vision goes completely dark when you are sent to your orgasm, spurts of liquid drenching the pubes at the base of Jack's dick and probably wetting up the blankets even more than the goopy liquid dripping off your body.

Once you came back to reality once again, Jack's was ontop of you, licking up the sweat, blood and strange goop off of your skin. Still under the trance when you notice that he doesn't even care if you're awake or not. Jack cares deeply about everything he touches when the two of you have sex and right now he's dragging his sharp teeth along your body without a second thought or the guilt that usually drives him. You two are now in your room instead, both of you covered in the strange substance and Jack wasn't even hard anymore in front of you. He's licking at your sore stomach from being bulged with dicks and tentacles all night. He can smell the bruising, he's hungry, and in a daze.

'it's not his fault y/n. it's yours.' slender's voice creeps into your head. Adrenaline is coursing through both of your veins and if you don't do something fast, you're gonna be his full course meal. You've dealt with his hungry phases and heat phases but this is completely different. 'come on y/n, you could distract him earlier but not now? almost pathetic-' he cursed through your head. You twisted your hips under him and twisted your nipples to catch his attention and it worked a little too much. He's jumping and driving his hardening dick into without any warning as he goes back to the bites littered across your neck and shoulders.

'maybe next time you can just wait y/n. but for now you can handle the consequences.' his laugh echoes throughout your brain and bounces off the walls as Jack uses you. Bewitched under his boss's hands. You know it's not his fault and you know that your lover will make up for it. He always does because it's really not your fault either.

[toots-senpai]

Eyes of the Predator

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: jeff the killer x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 643

Warnings: gore! eye contact, murder, blood!, cunnilingus

MINORS DNI

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Jeff has these eyes, there's something about them that has you compelled to look into them a little longer. His gaze is soft yet piercing, like a small child who came in for a hug just to stab you in the back. You're utterly magnetized to his gaze. If it's walking past a window shop or walking past the bathroom mirror your glances will catch and lock for a few seconds. It's become so much of a habit that it's probably what has locked you in this toxic relationship. Every time you don't fully catch his glance he'll forcefully make you look at him instead. It's always a thrill to read his body language just through his glances, whether it's the cold murderous pierce through your pupils, the romance drunk look that suffocates your iris's or its the normal sad look of Jeff. The one that's deep and heavy compared to his usual look of chaos, that one just screams for you to look deep into his eyes and tell him everything is okay and that you're here for him until his eyes bubble up and his tears freeze before the slip off his scarred cheeks.

This relationship, is going too far. Public displays of affection turn into public murders turn into toxic hot bloody sex. He'll sacrifice everything for you. Your happiness means the world to him and all he wants in return is your eyes looking up at his. Maybe more so down at him. Eyes locked as your hips shake as he holds you up on his shoulders, tongue and cheeks scarping your thighs and your velvety cunt. It's too much to handle. Especially now. Jeff, has a habit of bringing you two into bad situations as well, his anger getting ahold of him and he'll lash out at anything that pisses him off. So, you're in a club, somehow. Blood's splashed all over the walls and your skin and what started out as an orgy turned into a murder scene with no survivors and Jeff, he nonchalantly lays down on the gigantic mattress in the middle of the room. Sheets containing a pile of bodies and guts are rolling off of the bed and he.. is laying in it all. You could gag. The woman in front of you, she was just trying to get out. You knew no one in here and Jeff only knew the person he killed first. The invitee hanging limply from his arms on a statue, dead after being stabbed swiftly by Jeff during an argument. 'How do you have an argument during an orgy?' The tiny voice in your head can ask but honestly, the only thing you can comprehend is all the blood around you. Red, everywhere you looked and Jeff comes behind you softly but it doesn't help. His reassurance, it's fake but when he tilts your chin to lock at the giant mirror and your eyes lock, the fantasy reappears and it's all real.

His eyes are laced in his romantic dream world and while you were freaking out, the blood around you two has been riling him up. You are such a good lover for him, as soon as he swiped and sliced, you did too. You played your part to the bitter end and here you are. A bloody treat in front of him. Your hair and skin soaked with blood and if he wasn't so sure about the health conditions of everyone around he would think before going to lick up the blood off your smooth skin but this stupid party fit his fantasy. Every single one, just like the stupid guy he met said and you complete whatever fantasy he wanted from the beginning. Once your eyes lock and his fingers rub between your thighs, his fantasy has come true and you are playing every role.

[toots-senpai]

Stronger Senses.

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: hoodie x reader x masky

Rating: R 18+

Words: 2.4k

Trigger! Warning!: masturbation, abuse!, mmf threesome!, implied!drunk sex!, reader doesn’t really talk, voyeurism, masky is dl.... it's there but not fully, dp, blowjob, implied somnophilia! , tit/cunt use!

Quick A/n: This is a part 2 to this fic and when i say jeans, i mean dark jeans. I have a feeling they would never even wear blue jeans lmaoooo.. also i'm too lazy to edit this lol

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nsfw under the cut

So on a night like this, brain active and alert, what could Tim possibly do but drift off, cock in hand, attempting to collect whatever he had left of himself in front of the rusty mirror. He was fuming, flushed with curiosity, a slight itch in the back of his scalp, 'what else could Hoodie do?'. In his point of view, he knew, Hoodie had done some terrible shit, but to him he seemed like the type to completely obsess over a woman, make her feel good and maybe hit her when she crossed the line, but other than that, no other type of brutality. It was so surprising to see the scenario downstairs which was quite the opposite of his expectations. But just remembering the way that his knuckles went white with grip in your hair, it drove his imagination wild. Even after pumping his cock a few times, his cum dripping down his hand and into the sink a few times, he realized it wasn't enough, he needed to know.. to see;

'What else... could Brian do?'.

So he drug himself down the stairs after cleaning himself up, slipping his mask on, dick aching against his jeans as he stepped into the living room. Brian leaning against the back of the counter, back facing him and you sitting on the barstools next to him. Burger finished and tears stained against your cheeks but your 'empty' façade present. He slid next to Hoodie, chuckling a bit as he relaxed against the counter.

"So-" He trailed, cockiness etched into his voice. "What gives you the right?"

Brian just turned his head, holes of his mask glaring against Tim's.

"You said I could bring her food.." He muttered nonchalant.

"I didn't say you could use her mouth though. I just said you could feed them. You owe."

"I owe?" Hoodie questioned. His arms crossing with a scoff. " I bought her food-"

"But you didn't make up for it last time."

There was a pause and then they looked at you before Brian walked out.

Tim grunted at the way the door slammed when Hoodie stomped out making sure his footsteps echoed off the porch as he made his way back into the woods and took a second to himself, trying to calm. Although in a second his mask locked all attention onto you, burning holes into your skin. The blood smeared on the mask reminding you of probably his previous victim and you cringed a bit. There was a threatening chuckle for a couple seconds before his grip landed on your jaw the same way that it did that morning. Fierce grip making you lock eyes with that stupid mask of his.

"Who the hell do you think you are whore? You think you can go around, fucking on my friend??" He shoved you away from the counter by your throat and it took you a second to stable yourself with the quick force of it. Air locking for a second in your lungs, as you stumbled to the wall, but before you could even get the chance to recollect yourself Tim had caught you by your throat again right next to the door, along with with his fist colliding against the frame, splintering underneath his fist. You swear you felt the splinters going into your cheek but you were too focused on his brown eyes through his mask glaring daggers and your mouth going dry from the grip around your throat. "You're gonna face the fucking consequences.. yea. Face them real fucking hard stupid slut." Shoving his hand away from your throat you whimpered. The door slamming behind him as he grumbled walking into the forest.

He wasn't back for hours. You got to fully take out the small splinters hidden in the the pores of your cheeks and even fell asleep back in bed upstairs for a few hours before he was home, but waking up was indeed a rude awakening, with both of the men coming back to the cabin drenched, yelling and slamming the door open. Wall shaking with the weight of their voices slurring and stumbling, bringing you out of your sleep faster than an alarm clock. The smell of dark liquor seeked up through the stairwell as they tumbled up arguing. You pulled the blanket up to your chest as the door opened to the bedroom. Both men drenched from the small rainstorm outside.

The once slurring killers were now quiet in front of you, even when you jumped slightly at the creak of the floor from Tim walking over to a chair next to the dresser. There was a hiccup from Tim as he took of his mask, lighting a cigarette and opening the window next to him, the sound of rain pouring through the bedroom. He threw his lighter on the dresser and chuckled, exhaling the smoke from his nose and relaxing. Both men were quiet but the tension in the room was thick. Hoodie eyes glanced over you for a second and he scoffed which earned a "Go for it.." from Tim.

He muttered a second in annoyance but in the second you looked to Tim confused at his statement, Brian was ontop of you. Already attempting to get noises out of you by biting the junction of your neck and throwing the blanket away from you.

"A-ah.. wait-" You attempted, confused about the whole situation, body sensitive as Brian's tongue slid along the small indents of his teeth on your neck. You attempted to struggle away from him but it only helped him bring you fully against the hard on in his jeans.

His dick dipping against your clit even through your pants making you whimper at the friction of his jeans. His mouth was everywhere, for a second he even made you forget that Tim was in the corner, puffing on his cigarette and palming himself through his jeans. His hand rocking with your moans, especially your small gasps. Both men occasionally grunting or whimpering into the room just hearing you. Though Brian and Tim seemed irritated when they came in the room, they're lust blown now, eyes fixated on watching your expressions, pupils blown and you could swear they're pupils are both getting bigger with each sound he draws out of you. He's leaving wet kisses down your stomach and his calloused thumbs are rubbing your nipples into small pebbles til he can pinch them and roll them perfectly between his fingers.

Brian's not even thinking with his brain anymore, he's just fixated on making you moan, fingers desperately digging underneath the waistband of your pants just to catch your clit between his fingers, rolling them around and dipping only slightly into your fluttering cunt. The conversation from the shitty bar replaying in his head as your moans caught into his hearing.

All he can think about his Tim's smug ass look earlier in the dim bar, swirling around whiskey in his hand like a bitch. "I didn't think you were into whores.. let alone mine for that matter."

"Y'know that's funny, when i'm the one who grabbed her for you.."

"And you fucked her then... While the poor girl was unconscious.. How could you do that to her.. and then force her to suck you off because she didn't say thank you." Tim teased, his jealousy laced underneath his words.

"You never said any 'condition' she had to be in when I gave her to you."

"Exactly. I never said anything about the condition, but I did say if you wanted to do anything to her I at least wanted to watch...didn't I Brian?"

All Brian could think about were those stupid fucking dim lights. Tim's stupid fucking kinks on full display. The fucking freak, the stupid fucking deep purple of your panties matching the lights of the bar. He wanted payment.. he owed him something of his. Fine... a show for payment.

'God what am I.. a pornstar?' He thought to himself. Disgusted at even the thought of being in such a submissive position to Tim he shuddered.

With a grunt and a quick swipe of his hands your panties were in shreds and you didn't even get to protest with the sharp slap on your ass that came after, Brian's other hand catching your throat, not giving you the chance to even comprehend the situation at hand. His lips caught yours and you could taste the liquor he was drinking, his tongue almost sweet making your thighs quiver. His fingers are back on your cunt in an instant, his other hand still holding you by your throat.

You were bare to both men's eyes, Tim in front of you, cock in hand stroking at the same pace of Brian's fingers swirling around your cunt, this time fully stuffing your cunt with them, thumb against your clit. Whimpering against his mouth as he let go of the kiss he went back to sloppily kissing against your neck. You were too aware right now, even in this hazy aroused state, cunt dripping down his fingers, you were too aware. Tim's eye's haven't left you once, not even as he put out his cigarette. You could feel and see in front of you just how riled up both of them are, Tim and Brian's cocks both leaking, Brian's nut running in between your asscheeks as he teasingly grinded against the small of your back, dick bending in between the mounds of your ass and Tim.. His eyes locked onto you. He hasn't lost his pace one bit and he's keeping up with Brian, watching intently on the way you struggled against his grinding.. and in this second you're realizing his eyes aren't on you.. but they're on Brian. He's reacting to the way Brian's grunting against you, the way Brian is.. so desperate against you, it's spurring him on.. His dick flexing with each one of his groans.

But all of Brian's attention was on you and you were spurring him on and he's just as aroused as Tim. In the moment you were paying attention to Tim you didn't even realize that he's stopped his grinding and now his bare cock is rubbing against your clit and dipping into your cunt stretching you open. A nice sticky ring of white already being pushed down his cock as he stretched you down into doggy, his hips positioning your hips and legs as he held you from on top, wrists caught in Brian's grasp. Tim scooched the chair in front of you and now his cock rested on your cheek. As he moved his dick to your lips, pre-cum rubbed from your cheek to your bruised lips, Brian pistoned deep into your cunt. You felt your head empty as you looked up at Tim, Brian pulling your head back by your hair as he let go of your wrists.

You whimpered at them, both looking down at you, their cocks pulsing for attention, eyes blown and just as Brian pulled back Tim entered your mouth, pulling you by your nose until tears slipped down your cheeks and his dick was gagging your throat. There was a small chance they would've start light with you but the chance was short lived as Brian's hands found purchase on your hips, drilling deeper with his cock pulling you on and off Tim's dick. It was all a blur for a bit, wet slaps echoing the room and your conscious fading from the lack of air granted by Tim. Brian had set a brutal pace too, it was too much, your tears started to seep down Tim's fingers who immediately pushed you off, Brian stilling for a second of shock from you being pushed against his cock a little too hard, tip dipping into your womb. You weren't crying because it hurt or anything and Tim knew that. What Brian thought was a break was you being back in doggy, Tim's fingers going to spread your asshole. Spitting into your ass and fingering it causing you to squeak. Brian groaned at the sight and went back to it and your chance finally came. Both men rubbing your body and thrusting into you, spreading you open for their eyes.

Your ass is spread, wet and leaking of Tim's spit and it had both of the boys pulling away from you just to get a better look. Tim's finger's spreading your ass more and Brian pulling your cheeks so that they could get the proper look they wanted. You whined being so open for them, even as they spread you wider letting you fully drip onto the bedsheet. You were flipped quite quickly and as it always goes they don't say anything, even as Brian finally stretches your ass over his dick, a smooth groan into your ear as he bottomed out going back to his attack on your tits. Groping and rubbing your nipples, not even faltering when Tim takes you in front, bottoming out in your cunt and filling you beyond your limits once again, just like Tim always seems to do. They both still for a moment, keeping you full and kissing your body once again but this time it's both of them. They're both so close to you and you can feel the heat radiating between them. Even the tension between them is hot and you're caught in the middle. It's too intense. More now that they've both started drilling into you, paying no attention to your tears and your choked whimpers. Both of them are bumping in to your stomach, bulging into the skin. Together bulging against Tim's stomach and the sight is spurring them faster.

Both of them on the edge and attempting to keep a solid pace to see the bulge of their dicks, even when they are so out of it. They're hazy, both of them pumping closer to their orgasm, not even focusing on you. You are taking them too nice, they're too close and now that you're pulsing, coming undone ontop of them and clenching them deeper, they both fill you up. Hot cum being pushed into your womb and deep into your ass. You even gagged a little by how deep they were, and when you all pulled apart you were dripping. Mouth salivating from the intense orgasm and cum and saliva spilling out of all your holes.

This is probably the last piece of peace you'll ever have being in their presence again.

[toots-senpai]

A Strong Sense Of Smell

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: hoodie x reader ft. masky

Rating: R 18+

Trigger Warning!: abuse! forced blowjob!, threesome mention, reader doesn’t really talk.

Quick A/n: there’s an ask in my request that i’m gonna be using for this part two. also i’m pretty sure that because I switched off writing between mobile and my laptop that the paragraphs are weirdly placed. i’ll fix them. sorry about any grammar mistakes.

MINORS DNI

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You whined as you moved once again uncomfortably in the bed. You’ve been stirring for the last half hour, stomach growling and protesting, alone in the bed waiting for Tim to come back home. Usually if he left before you were awake he would try to get back home faster and have mad food downstairs so at least, you didn’t have to wake up hungry and entirely alone. You groaned finally swinging your feet off the bed as you stood to your full height with a stretch. Your pajama’s revealing the skin of your stomach. You walked through the small cabin, floor boards creaking underneath each step of your foot as you walked downstairs to the kitchen. And just as you expected, everything was empty including his dark private room by the kitchen.

The living room that connected to the kitchen blared loudly of static and you made a mental note that slender had probably called him when he left. You clicked the tv off and once again was met with the silence of a secret cabin in the woods. An owl hooting in the distance and the nice dance of the leaves against the roof. But the nice draft was coming in a bit too nice through the house, looking over to a creaked open door you stilled. The door moving slightly against the wind made the hinges creak and interrupt the silence of the house. ‘Masky wouldn’t have left the door open.’ you thought as you moved closer to the open door. You breath was staggered as you moved closer, you could run out the door if things got out of hand but your goal right now was to close the door, running out would also not even be a good option. You didn’t want anything from the forest coming in. But as you came closer, loud footsteps stepped across the wooden porch and you stopped. slipping in the chair beside the counter and watching him walk in from behind the door. He looked at the tv, before looking around the room and locking his eyes with you, who began closing the door after him. He had his mask up and his jacket off, replacing it with a nice comfy sweatshirt.

“Why’d you turn off the tv? I was fixing that..” He muttered walking towards you and grabbing the remote.

“I didn’t know you were fixing it, the house was eerie. Thought you left.” You paused watching as he turned on the tv and the static replacing with cable. “-and I didn’t smell breakfast..”

“I’m too lazy to make breakfast, I just fixed the tv and i’m not hungry, you make it. For yourself.” He slouched against the couch going back to his tv and fucking around with the remote flipping through channels quite annoyingly. You furrowed your brows.

“Can hoodie bring breakfast?”

“Again?” You just felt him rolling his eyes to you, mask still on.

“He said himself it’s not a crime to ask him. He’s always got some protein breakfast... or cereal for that matter, or something!” He groaned standing up and walked towards you wrapping his hand around your neck.

“You’re such a pain to take care of.”

“You can let me go home at any time Tim.” You choked.

“But then all of my training for you being the perfect woman for me will erase. I have you beautifully wrapped around me finger at the moment baby.” He cooed pulling you closer to him, hand closing around your throat harder. A small noise escaped from your throat as he clamped over your air passageways pulling you closer kissing and biting at the junction of your lips before pulling away with a degrading laugh. He handed you a phone. “You call hoodie, I need a shower, and the tv’s still mine.” He said cockily walking past you and upstairs to the bathroom. You looked down at the phone only to see it was thoroughly broken and was in fact, your phone. He laughed going up the stairs before slamming the door to the bathroom. You groaned of annoyance and looked to the upper corner of the room at one of Tim’s camera’s. 

“Asshole..” You muttered before looking through the empty kitchen. ‘Of course, there is nothing. Why would we have food?’ You thought before sliding down the counter by your back to curl up and place your head on your knees. Your hand caressed the already bruising mark around your neck and you winced softly. The water upstairs turned on and you just sat still, stomach growling against the cool wood of the counter. The door opened behind the counter and boots came in and you quieted. Who would come in right now? The steps stopped once they got into the small cabin, before they began to circle around the counter. Their gaze dark and aura strong, and you couldn’t help but look up at the strong gaze. Hoodie stood there, white paper bag with grease slightly staining the paper and you relaxed, slightly. Masky must’ve called him. He shrug next to you sitting down and placing the bag between the both of you. 

“Food truck.” He muttered, mask looking up at the ceiling as he stretched out and cracked his back, body untensing. When you reached from the bag the food in, musky with spices, made your mouth water slightly. At least hoodie was good at getting food that isn’t just shit. Opening and grabbing the bag, a neatly folded burger and hot seasoned fries caught your eyes. You’d be lying if you said a bit of drool didn’t escape from the inner corner of your mouth as you unwrapped the burger of legend, but as you went to take a bite hoodie grabbed your jaw. He was rough, his hand calloused and nails damaged from his daily tasks. Staring deep into the red dots on his mask as his fingers pushed your lips together. His palm slightly squished against your cheeks, your mouth hanging open against his palm, saliva dripping down his gloved knuckle. Silence filled the room, thick with nothing besides the sound of Masky’s shower upstairs and the small chirping of the bugs outside. You could feel the aura of his eyes, burning holes into the wet cavern of your mouth. 

You felt like a deer in headlights. Hoodie never touched you or even got near this close. You thought ‘maybe he’s being cocky with masky being occupied’ but when his his fingers shoved down your throat you gagged.

“Ungrateful bitch. Do you not know how to say thank you?” Tears pricked your eyes as drool started to drip down your chin. you wish you could at least see his expression from under the mask. Maybe that could’ve made you more scared in this situation and not utterly confused. 

You would’ve thanked him after the burger.

You didn’t even get to unwrap it fully.

In the side of your vision you saw the burger lying on the floor, but you couldn’t even look completely at it while you gagged on hoodie’s fingers. He was insulting you as your fingers pulled and tugged at his wrist trying to pull him out of your throat. Saliva gathering all over his glove and dripping down onto the collar of your shirt. He laughed, degrading you as you cried and continued to try to get out of your mouth but when he pulled your fingers away you were released to be sitting down, face right in front of the heated rock that restrained against the dirty jeans. You looked up, eyes running and sniffled chokes escaped your mouth with a bit of fear. He laughed again before grabbing your hair and shoving you against his dick which throbbed heavily though his jeans. 

“Do you think that sucking my dick would be a better thank you?” He mused nudging your head into the back of the counter with every hump against your face. Your hands were on his hips as you tried at least move your face for some air as he rubbed his dick through his jeans against your face. You were crying again. What did he want you to say? Some ridiculous begging to keep him going? But he didn’t need that, instead he backed up, unbuckled and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his thick out which already dripped precum from the almost bruised head. He wasn’t going to take how pent up he was, on you? Right? With that thought he came back, precum sliding up against your cheek as he pushed the tip against your wet lips. 

“Open up, show me how grateful you are.” 

You pulled your lips together not allowing the thick heat to go into your mouth. He was big. Not even just with the nice 7-8 inches but with the fat cervix splitting tip that pressed against your mouth. He growled above you grabbing himself and trying to push into your mouth.

“I won’t beg..” 

His fingers pressed against your nostrils blocking your breathing. You whimpered, continuing to try move away from his cock, hands pushing his thighs as you struggled to breathe, the dirt on his jeans scraping slightly against your cheeks. He held his cock in the other hand pushing it hard against your pouted flushed lips groaning and degrading you for not opening your mouth. Your face started to flush and your lungs started to burn when your lips parted slightly for a breath of air, only to choke as he shoved his cock to the base. Thrusting harshly on the back of your throat, spit already drooling out of your mouth as he let go of your nostrils and moved the hand from on his dick to your hair, pulling your hair back to thrust deep into your throat.

You choked and drooled below the masked man, his grunts disheveled and his thrusts deep enough to make it hard to breathe out through your nose. He wasn’t poorly groomed but he still had enough hair that scraped your nose as he went base deep in your throat. He had a nice grip on your hair as he shoved everything down your throat, only getting harder at the noises you made and struggling effort of trying to push him off for air.

“Such a good cocksucker. Drooling... all over my shit, huh? Suck harder you stupid cumdump.”

He continued to use your throat and spit insulting praises until he was almost banging your head on the counter behind you, keeping you pinned by the brute force of his thrusts burning the back of your throat. He was almost whining by how hard he was panting, how close he was, until he spilled down your throat. Making sure his dick was as far down your throat as he could make it enjoying watching you choke and cough while struggling to breathe. Pulling out and putting his soaked dick onto his palm and standing infront of you as you slouched from exhaustion, saliva and cum dripping off your lips, panting, he pushed all the wetness to a small puddle in his palm before flicking it onto your sweaty face. He laughed.

“ You’re fucking welcome.” He smacks the wetness of your cheek before harshly pulling away and walking out of the door with an; “Now eat your fucking burger.”.

Masky upstairs in the bathroom, cum painted down his knuckles and dick in one hand and cameras on his tablet in the other was absolutely fucking livid in the steam of the bathroom from the shower he still hadn’t got into. He had to see Hoodie in action again after that performance, he can’t even say no. He used his shit without permission and he’s gotta pay him back somehow.