blushonmycheeks

[blushonmycheeks]

masky headcanons PLEASEEEE.

i gotchu!

ive been FIENING over masky so much lately. im trying to write about other mh and crp characters but he's like a parasite in my brain that refuses to go away 🥲🩷

i have been working on headcanons for him, though! general, dating/sfw, and dating/nsfw. i have a good amount so they'll probably be posted soon :)

keep an eye out! ♡

(ALSO, yesterday was marble hornets' sweet sixteen! it's been 16 years since its started. i feel so old...)

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currently working on a AFAB reader x masky x hoodie oneshot 🤭 includes lots of tension, power-play, 'making a movie,' and being fucked with a gun! how fun!!!

if anyone is interested, i will post it when it's complete! <3 trigger warnings will be included, loves ♡

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- Wild Whiskey -

Dilf!Masky x ...

Genderless Reader

☆ Too Sweet - Hozier ‧₊˚♪

Note: Happy Father's Day! I've been brewing up this drabble for a week or so now! I'd hop on the doc to add a little and then continue the next day, and so on and so forth.

The idea of someone telling me a tattoo they have is older than me was TOO sexy and TOO hard to resist; I just had to write it out! x3 And who better to write it with then the Daddy himself, Masky? It's not my best work, but I think it's pretty good! d=(^o^)=b

Enjoy! ♡

Likes and comments greatly appreciated!

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Summary: You just turned twenty-one, fresh out of college and still as broke as you were throughout those four years. You were in desperate need of employment, so when the local bar near your apartment was hiring, you were quick to apply. At first, it seemed like a fairly tame job; wiping down counters, pouring drinks, dealing with the occasional drunk asshole, nothing was all that hard to deal with.

That was, until he showed up.

Dark, chocolate brown hair, side-burns, big hands, and how could you forget, the skull tattoo that was printed right onto his forearm. Nearly everything about him screamed “working man,” and just his looks alone had you hooked.

The weeks flew by, and without even realizing it, you had begun to look forward to every shift, solely to see his face. It wasn't just about the money, anymore.

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You trace the tip of your pointer finger over the inked skin, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze. Your eyes stayed glued to his forearm. "I like this one." A breathy chuckle escapes him, and you don't even need to glance up to know he's smirking. "You do, huh?" He pauses for a moment, as if thinking over his next words, or maybe just to thicken the already-present tension.

"That tattoo's older than you, darlin’."

Your finger stops dead in its tracks, lingering on the divet of the skull's cheekbone. You don't dare look up at him; he knows you're struggling not to squirm under just his gaze alone. "Really?" You try to sound cool and collected, but it's obvious your blood is simmering beneath your pink cheeks. "Mhm.. Got it back in '99." He leans in close, too close, causing your breath to hitch.

"Your existence hadn't even been thought of yet, and I was already old enough to be downin' booze at the bar."

His breath tickles the peach fuzz on your face, and you struggle not to shudder at the smell of whiskey mixed with the sensation of his breath. He brings his hand up to your ear, gently brushing a loose strand of hair behind it, as if his fingers were made of feathers and you were something fragile; something delicate; something in need of his protection. You swallow hard, hoping it'll ease the nerves buzzing underneath your skin. It does you no good.

"Jesus..." That curse meant to stay inside of your head, but it crawled its way up your throat and out of your lips, creating a crack in the stiff air. You move your hand away from his arm, your eyes tracing the ink where your finger had just been. This was wrong. So, so wrong. You both knew it, yet neither of you stepped back or even made an attempt to keep yourselves composed. In fact, you stayed leaning over the counter, and he stayed glued to his stool.

“What? The idea of some tattoo on my arm being’ older than you gettin’ you all worked up?”

You shook your head, but paused the motion halfway through, as if trying to deny it while also knowing there's really no point in doing so. He can see right through you; you're as clear as glass to him, and as breakable as it too.

“No…”

You see his hand move forward in your peripheral, before feeling two of his firm fingers press gently underneath your chin, as if they belonged there. He tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze instead of staring at the wooden countertop where your hands rested. His eyes nearly resembled two black holes, sucking in everything close to them, including you. They seemed so dull and emotionless, yet you swore there was a small glimmer in his irises whenever he looked at you. Was it excitement? Amusement? You weren't sure, but just the thought of it made your body want to vibrate with anxiety.

“I know you're lyin’...”

His sultry voice dropped an octave, tip-toeing on the line between talking and whispering, making the growing warmth between your thighs increasingly harder to ignore.

Your lips part, daring words to come out, yet they stay backed into the farthest corner of your throat; tucked into the shadows. He snickers at your sheepish attitude, the edge of his mouth twitching, just barely holding back a grin. “I think you need some liquid courage, hun.” He grabs his nearly-full glass of whiskey, his digits flexing around the cup, all while his other hand stays under your chin, the fingers opting to hold your jaw instead of just tilting it.

You blink at him as he brings the rim up to your lips. He waits a beat, just gazing at you, and you're not sure if it's because he enjoys seeing you like this, or if he wants to make sure you're okay with his touch. You settle on both.

Drops of the ice-cold whiskey enter your mouth, burning as they slide down your throat and into your stomach. In that moment, you remember he takes his whiskey neat. You know he's grinning at the way you cringe when the taste of it hits you.

Your head tilts back as you swallow down every last bit, shuddering and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand once he pulls the cup back.

“Y'know… for a bartender, you sure don't seem too accustomed to the taste of alcohol.” He teases, setting the now-empty glass back down on the counter, inspecting you as if he's a predator and you're the perfect prey to satisfy his appetite.

“Well, you take your whiskey neat. S'not my fault you're a different breed.” You poke back at him, your heart nearly stopping at the way his eyes narrow at your words. Just slightly, for just a second, before going back to normal; whatever that is for him.

“Hm, yeah. I know others that would agree with you.”

He smirks, bigger than he has the whole night, as if he knows something that you don't, as if there's a secret bubbling up inside of him; maybe more than one. It simmers underneath his skin, underneath that tattoo, lingering on the symbol it was meant to cover up. Whatever it may be, it'll come to light soon enough, even if it leaves you wanting to spill your guts...

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If you made it down here, thank you so much for reading! I'm still trying to figure out exactly how to use Tumblr and work out all the quirks... so please be patient with me. (*´・∀・)

Any and all love / support is GREATLY appreciated! I'm working on more oneshots and headcanons, so make sure to stay tuned! <3

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no thoughts, just wanting to get dicked down by masky and hoodie 💔

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okay, okay, guys, i crafted up some more! x3

Ticci Toby NSFW Headcanons!!!

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Closer - Nine Inch Nails ‧₊˚♪

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¤ will pull you into his lap and tug your hips down onto his when making out. grinding his clothed groin against yours is all it takes to get him bricked and his boxers damp.

¤ messy kisser for sure. kisses you like you're his lifeline. lip biting, tongue dominating, his teeth occasionally clacking against yours; he's desperate, so a soft, gentle kiss is never enough to please this man.

¤ gets cocky as all get out if he sees your wetness has seeped through your underwear. “Wow… All t-this for me? Guess I really am that good…” can just imagine him saying that with the biggest grin and his fingers teasing your core/tip through the fabric.

¤ if you let him, or if he gets too carried away, he will bite your lip or nip your skin so hard you bleed. he'll lap at the blood and smirk into your skin when you shiver.

¤ likes when you dig your nails into his back and leave light scars as he's thrusting into you. snickers and runs his fingers over them when getting dressed the next morning.

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P.S, im working on masky headcanons right now... sfw AND nsfw. stay tuned! 🤭

yes give nsfw ticci toby hcs for the freaks :3

will do! <3 i already posted some if anyone is interested ♡ any other characters you guys wanna see hcs/oneshots for? i also plan to make an intro soon and hopefully reach a larger audience!

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Welcome to my little corner of the internet! ✶⋆.˚

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Pure As A Lamb - Baby Bugs ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

◇ KAY. 18. she/her. taurus. certified fangirl.

I am occasionally a poet, writer, or an artist, but always a full-time silly billy! >_<

Happy to have you here <3

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ᯓ★ INFO

My main focuses are going to be headcanons and oneshots, maybe some moodboards and random thoughts here and there as well! As of now, most of my posts are going to be centered around creepypasta/slenderverse.

My ask box is ALWAYS open unless stated otherwise, so don't be afraid to shoot me a message or request. ♡

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I will be mentioning graphic imagery like violence, weapons, injuries (including self-harm), and the basic NSFW f r e a k y stuff in my writing, so if any of those things bother you, please do what is best for your well-being and SCROLL!!! If there are any specific triggers on certain posts, I will mention it first thing in them. ♡

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Any and all hate will NOT be tolerated. This is a safe space and everything I post is simply for fun and curated for entertainment purposes ONLY! If something is important and should not be taken light-heartedly, I will let you all know. ♡

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That's everything! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy my blog! <3 ＼(^_^)／

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■ TICCI TOBY DATING HEADCANONS 《❤️‍🔥💋》

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge ‧₊˚♪

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~ art in second pic is by shatteredankles ♡

~ TW: marking, edging, fingering, rough sex, choking, bondage, knifeplay, overstimulation!

~ no one asked for more, but i post on my own accord! so here's some dating hcs for the few freaky toby fans left. hope this finds ya'll! 🙏🏼 im new here, so likes and comments are VERY appreciated!!

~ SFW!!! ~

¤ considering hes quite fidgety, you're not any exception. will absent-mindedly rub circles on your palms with his thumbs, trace your moles/freckles/scars with his nails, fiddle with your fingers, twirl your hair in between his digits if your head is in his lap; he doesn't really do this in an affectionate way, more like he just needs his hands to constantly be occupied. he's pretty antsy.

¤ not huge into PDA, but if he catches someone staring at you for a little too long, he'll glare at them while slinking an arm around your waist. same when in crowds; sometimes he'll hook a finger through the loop of your jeans (if you wear them) or he'll grab onto your hand/somewhere on your arm.

¤ he's pretty tough, but when he's sick, he turns into this helpless little boy. will initially refuse your aid, but will eventually give in and let you cuddle him and maybe even spoon feed him soup. he would not let ANYONE else see him like this.

¤ not good with communicating or dealing with his emotions. he doesn't understand that the blunt stuff he says can be hurtful. he cares for you, and truthfully, the last thing he wants is to really hurt you, but he doesn't know how to show it, leaving you teeter tottering on the line between what he presents to you and how he really feels.

¤ insomniac. if he's not up until the ass crack of dawn on a mission, he'll rarely sleep at night. typa guy to stare at the ceiling with wide, bloodshot eyes, and then eventually just give up on trying to sleep. he'd never admit it, but you are the only person he can fall asleep with. feeling your weight in his arms brings him an odd sense of comfort, eventually lulling him to sleep.

~ NSFW!!! ~

¤ can go for HOURS. this man has an insane sex drive, and he won't stop until you're both panting and unable to even speak between heavy breaths. isn't usually fully satisfied after just one round.

¤ LOVES power-play. just like how he likes to be in control of his victims, he wants you to be his little plaything as well. bite marks, bruises, hickeys; he'll leave ALL of it on you. not just to show others you’re his, but also to keep it fresh in your mind too.

¤ more of a top, for sure, but sometimes he can't help himself from digging his nails into the sheets and letting out soft, intermittent whimpers when he's inches deep in your throat.

¤ fav position is missionary. he loves watching you come undone with each thrust. “Close, huh? Y-You're not gonna cum until I say so… Got it..?”

¤ this man is SKILLED with his hands, for. real. he knows your sweet spots and exactly how fast he should ram his fingers into you to get you pushed over the edge.

¤ there's not much that he isn't into or isn't willing to try. choking, bondage, knife play, you name it, and he'd be down.

¤ BIG on overstimulation. this asshole will edge you until you're crying and BEGGING for a release. your flushed cheeks and watery eyes feed his sadistic side. he'll just smirk in your face when you try to overstimulate him back, knowing it doesn't work on him.

¤ this may be a disappointment for some of you, but he's not very vocal. he'd grunt when slipping into you, and maybe let out a shaky exhale, but other than a few groans here and there, he's mostly silent. he prefers hearing your loud moans and cries. they encourage him to keep going.

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why does this tomato i doodled with oil pastels lowkey look like tim

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■ TICCI TOBY HEADCANONS 《🌲🪓》

Doubt - Twenty One Pilots ‧₊˚♪

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~ art in second pic is by shatteredankles ♡

~ TW: mention of injuries, weapons, & violence!

~ want more? maybe some nsfw/dating ones? 👀 let me know and i will deliver! <3 im new here, so likes and comments are VERY appreciated!!

¤ listens to music like radiohead, nirvana, the cure, and likes most slipknot, ghost, korn, etc. a rock/alternative guy. you will NOT catch this man listening to pop. occasionally dabbles in some 80s rock too, although that's more of masky’s thing. he basically just has a virgin, white boy music taste lolol

¤ very fidgety. will twirl his hatchets, will twist the strings on his hoodie, pick at the gash on his cheek when it scars over, etc, etc.

¤ probably knows russian or some foreign language. when he's not running around doing slenderman’s bidding he's def cursing at duolingo or some shit /hj

¤ zones out A LOT. he's kinda detached from reality; constantly finding himself picking at the locks in his brain he shouldn't be trying to get into, before coming back to the real world and shoving whatever thoughts he had deep, deep down.

¤ he's a tease. he'll taunt his victims, taking his sweet time with them. he's not in any rush. the kinda guy to be gutting someone while saying, “Oh, c-c'mon! Intestines can stretch up to 20 feet! I'm sur-sure you can take more…” likes to hear their screams and pleas. it feeds the darkness in him; the side of him that only comes out when he's in the act of something that illicit.

¤ called slenderman ‘daddy long legs’ once as joke. he knew pretty quickly after not to do that again.

¤ lowkey a bastard. he will make snarky remarks all. the. time. he especially likes to push masky and hoodie's buttons. they've probably punched him square in the face before for saying some stupid shit that touched a nerve.

¤ (kinda a continuation of the last one) he laughs when being hit. due to his CIP, (congenital insensitivity to pain) he finds it amusing watching victims kick and hit at him, trying their hardest to inflict damage, all while he just grins.

¤ his smile is too wide. uncanny and not human-like. the way his lips stretch back, paired with the gash on his cheek, easily gains a shudder from basically anyone.

¤ his skin is as pale as PAPER. i don't think he's been tan once in his life. comes back from long missions in the summer with pink, sunburnt cheeks.

¤ freckles. freckles. freckles. on his cheeks, shoulders, etc. 

¤ weed > cigarettes. he doesn't mind cigarettes, sometimes he'll snag a few from masky, but nothing relaxes him like a blunt after a long day. he's def the type to be relaxed by it and not anxious. the first time he tried it though it made him hella paranoid. nowadays he couldn't be bothered to care.

¤ knows some guitar. he's not the best at it, but he knows a few riffs and plays here and there when he has nothing else to do (which is rare).

¤ not at all a veggie or fruit guy. he's basically a carnivore. chicken, beef, pork, steak, ham; he'll eat up any kind of meat regardless of the animal. tried human meat once just for the hell of it and decided it didn't really suit his palette all that well, though.

¤ cursed with a sleeper build. looks skinny and scrawny but could throw you across the room if he pleases.

¤ smells like a campfire. 24/7, 365. no matter how many showers he takes or lack thereof, it will not go away.

¤ cuts his own hair. his tics have caused him to fuck up and accidently cut off too much before. he could not be bothered by how choppy it looks in spots, though. other times he goes a while without cutting it and will pull it back in a messy bun or loose ponytail just to get it out of his face. he sucks at doing hair.

¤ has not cried for many months if not years. there's definitely an untapped part of him filled to the brim with unresolved trauma that he can't remember or doesn't know how to talk about.

¤ has a happy trail (to my happy meal) sometimes he'll stretch and you can catch a glimpse of it. it's hard not to stare.

¤ an avid converse wearer. this man will wear his chucks until the soles are coming off and they're caked with mud (real). 

¤ going off of the hc that him and all of the other proxies have the operator symbol somewhere, he has his on the inside of his wrist; carved into his skin permanently. sometimes will tug down his hoodie sleeve subconsciously if he feels it begin to ride up on his wrist with the scar.

¤ always has short nails due to his terrible nail biting habit. he also has slim, veiny hands paired with that.

¤ has naturally sharp K9's, giving his teeth a vampire look to them. 

¤ hazel eyes that usually look brown, but have a ring of green around his iris in the sunlight.

¤ pretty average height for a male; around 5’9 maybe 5'10. 

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