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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?

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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]

Oh I have an Idea! :0

Maybe the Proxies (Because I'm a simp) when their S/O has a wet dream of them?

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When they have wet dreams (Proxy ver.)

Authors response: mm, yes

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: Masky | Hoodie | Ticci Toby | x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 523

Warnings: somnophilia kinda? pregnancy mention!

nsfw under the cut

Toby probably has wet dreams often. Keeping to himself all the time and only watching you by a distance usually, though he's very communicative about it. There's been time's before the two of you were together that he would use your stolen clothes around his aching cock as a form of relief but now, you lay there next to him every night. Pretty pajamas just begging to be pulled aside and you're always ready. Wet and clenching around nothing, almost just begging to be filled even as you sleep. He knows you're there to actually help him with his problems, ready to meet his every need. He'll kiss your neck or pinch your nipples lovingly until your awake whispering sweet nothings as he teasingly wakes you up. If you ever get the chance to actually get pregnant with him, he'll use your swollen tits as an advantage to get you up as well. Always degrading you while pushing his dick into the curve of your ass as you wake up and mumble some whiny begs into your ear. Usually it's lazy sex when he wakes up too, so you'll always have a chance during this time to full dominate his lazy form. All he can do is whine and throw his head back with groans as he grips your hips down with some type of dominate force as he tries to keep his grip on your moving hips. Begging to push deep past your cervix as you ride him, purposefully not taking him to to the base. You're always better than his dreams anyways.

Hoodie will think about it for a little bit, but honestly he'll probably forget about the original dream. His fantasies just progress through the day but he leaves the fun for nighttime usually, so that he can watch your ass slap against his hips through the seasons from that expensive window that you had no idea why he put there. It's very rarely that he does act upon them since i don't think he has many sexual dreams in the first place, nightmares usually being the only thing he sleeps through.

Masky loves to recreate his dreams, he finds that you're so good at playing with him, acting on your best behavior, begging him through euphoria based whispers throughout his mornings. He's always so excited when he tells you what he dreams about. He'll grind his dick into your ass as he speaks, teasingly swiping his fingers up and in between your inner thighs to push at your soaking underwear. He'll keep talking about his dreams too, describing them into perfect detail as his dick leaks from outside of his boxers and soaks up parts of the back of your underwear with every thrusted detail maybe even going so far as wetting your ass until your both dripping through the flimsy materials and struggling not to rip the wet fabrics off of each other. Wet dreams bring out the best sex ideas for you both, probably should prioritize sleep over the hourly sessions the two of you have once every other day. Maybe even days at a time... Tim's a bit wild.

[toots-senpai]

thigh dependency

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: ben drowned x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 1.4k (kinda small lol)

Warnings: tw:biting, spanking, dry humping, creampie

Authors Note: this is kinda a gift for you guys because my top post of the year was the proxies+ben so now only Ben!! thank you for interacting with me!!! ily<333333

Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI!

if you follow me and have an ageless blog i will block you

nsfw below the cut

Ben could never be more than casual, he doesn't have bold fashion statements (besides his lip piercings) and he most definitely doesn't do anything but smoke and play video games, at least since you met him. Too casual and can fit in any place, so much so that he can manipulate your friends and family to liking them. Even pushing them into sexual conversations so that he can get away with the bruises on your skin. He's not abusive but his condescending tone and his overall need to push you away so he can play his games without your 'annoying voice' is genuinely toxic. Though he grabs you like you his during sex, bruises evident of so arguments happen, alot. 'You have everything you could ever have here with him' he convinces in arguments, manipulating your mind to try and rely on him but you know he's right deep down. Your fake friends and family do exactly what he does but at the expense of nothing from him. Your family and friends complain about everything you do and beg for money at every chance they get but Ben, he just needs your prescience and to be able to flip over and fuck you into the mattress every night. He doesn't make you cum all the time but he doesn't ignore you too much sexually and he talks to you everyday, giving you snacks and entertainment.

Today on the other hand, Ben is far from casual. His usual day to day schedule interrupted by something with slender and the usual jacket is abandoned when you're woken up and instead replaced with formal attire. He's dressed nicely and holding your breakfast with a scowl on his face, once he sees your fully awake his face softens only a little bit. He stands straight and walks out of the room once you take your breakfast, your bored. It's another day of nothing you know as you sit up, new movies are added onto the list and all of his bongs are cleaned and filled with fresh bowls. His room is pretty besides the piles of clothes around. Plants hang from uptop the windows and leaves have grown and dropped to twist around some of the unused bongs. The thrown over carpet is the only thing that protects you from the cold hardwood floor before you walk into the bathroom. Ben's placed clothes on the top of the toilet seat and a fresh fluffy towel and your hair towel is placed ontop of it. Out of the casual. You have to send the laundry out yourself the night before and you usually grab the clean clothes from the dryer in your towel, which always gives Jeff the time to tease you about how high you looked the previous night or any other excuse. Yesterday it was your panties he teased you with and maybe Ben had picked up on that you thought. You showered and dried yourself before you threw yourself back onto the bed looking through your social media.

Recently your friend got pregnant and she spammed texted you when she found out and now, she's spam texting you about her baby shower. Going on about her ridiculous gender reveal she had planned and whatever else she needed to talk about. It seemed to be complaint after complaint as if she wasn't the one who planned it. You ate your breakfast and began brushing your teeth when he came back. Maybe an hour or two after you've been up, he's already on edge. You think about how long he's been up when he slips behind you going to the toilet. You walk out and lean over to take out the switch, behind you Ben's grabbed your phone and he's looking through your texts lazily while peeking over at you bending down. You had put on the shorts and stockings he put out and your ass peeked out a bit. He's frustrated.

You were right about Ben seeing Jeff with your panties in your hands but what you didn't see was what Ben saw. A different perspective of his best friend with a hard on from seeing you in a towel. Ben didn't have too much of a problem with it, knowing Jeff wouldn't betray him like that at least not without his permission inebriated or not but he had the right to be pissed. It was a silent thought in the back of his head compared to the plenty of tasks Slender has given him but this baby shower intrigued him. It's spring and your friend is bustling with joy over a child and that means she'll be too distracted to even know her best friend is getting fucked behind her back. Your cunt's the creamiest when you're seconds from being caught. He finishes and throws the phone back on the bed when he walks in front of you, slipping the switch out of your hand as he pulled you into a kiss. It was a stress relieving kiss almost like moving around your favorite textured slime. His hand slipped around and grabbed your ass while dragging his hands up your form. Small squeezes with every movement between lips, he bites at your lip and you whine looking up at him while he climbs on top of you, pushing you on your back. He pushes himself between your thighs so he can drag his cock back and fourth on the flimsy material. Easily pushing your pussy lips apart even through the cotton shorts with every lazy hump. The cold metal of his belt presses and pulls away from your skin with every hump of his hips pressing into yours while. The soft wool of the suited pants already starting to get ruined by the wetness that has already started seeping through your shorts.

Ben's hands were already across your body, exploring his known paths and directions to stop and squeeze until you're nothing but a begging mess underneath him. Breathless as he runs his mouth down to your thighs, squeezing the flesh and nipping the skin until there's deep red and purple marks covering your thighs a half an hour later as he made his way deeper slowly and sinfully. Your inner thigs are covered in spit and his lips are swollen. Your wetness has ruined your shorts and his saliva has coated the top of your socks, your hair is disheveled from your constant squirming from his relentless sucking and nipping. He never listens to your begging anyways so you could do is attempt to get away from him only for him to drag you back and bites you harder on your thighs. Eventually he finally takes off your shirt only to hump at you again while he plays with your nipples in his mouth. Your wetness now soaking him through his pants like you've soaked through your shorts and you're delirious from the friction against your clit. Your thighs have started to shake and when he finally strips you of your clothes your cunt is puffy from the teasing and your legs are shaking.

He'll smirk while he looks down at you before he flips you to stay up on your knees, smacking your ass when you struggle to stay up. He'll rub from your tits and grip at your thighs before he roughly shoves down his pants and slips you onto the base of his dick, thrusting quickly a few times so that he can watch you cream around his dick while your thighs shake from overstimulation.

"Stay up, yea? Need some entertainment." He'll purr before drilling into you harshly, loud smacks at your skin while he grabs at the outsides of your thighs leaving more bruises. He'll nip and bite at your neck while he uses your hips as a straddle so he can fuck you faster. Drilling your wetness deeper until he stills. He hisses in your ear as he cums for the first time of the night before he stars at a harder pace, flicking your clit beneath his hand. "I'm gonna need you all night.." He admits airy before sucking around your throat again.

It's morning when Jeff barges in the room. You are covered in drool, tears and cum and even now Ben's still humping away into your cunt, overstimulated and completely lost at the new squeeze of your cunt from Jeff's arrival. "Just fucking stop already jesus christ.." He states disgusted before giving your dick dazed face one last look and locking the door behind him. Maybe you'll have something to brag about to your friend too at the baby shower in this upcoming week. He plans on it in fact.

[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

i don’t except follows from ageless blogs, you will be blocked!!

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]

Hmmm could you do a scenario with Yandere! EJ where his S/O is being really defiant and trying to be more independent and so he ✨puts them in their place?✨ ;)

Stressful Overstimulation

Authors response: idk how to write defiance i think lol.. i think if i did write this wrong give me a couple voice thoughts from jack or the reader but i think i did his right...maybe there is not a lot of yandere here at all though i'm sorry

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: eyeless jack x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count:3.3k

Warnings: tw:abuse, tw:womb fucking, overstimulation, monster/demon fucking, demon cock detail, fingering, blood mention's

MINORS DNI

i don't except follows from ageless blogs, you will be blocked!!

nsfw under the cut

You're a med student. You have absolutely no clue what the demon even saw in you. Jack is a very interesting man and he proves to show it every single day. Starting from the beginning of your relationship, he kidnaps you from your own med school while you were studying after hours and you end up full blown arguing like a married couple about your education. He keeps you in school and now you no longer live in a dorm but with a random demon you just met. I mean to be fair, he was like an addicting toxic poison. Like cigarettes for a stressed person, heroin for the suicidal. He was not good for you in the slightest but he was right about what he first said when you two met.

"You need me just like I need you. I'm gonna show you that you need me!" That was one of the fullest statements he's every made to you since then. Borish replies and cocky or down-right insulting statements made to you from left to right, every single day for the past four months. It's not as if he hates you or anything. Quite the contrary, he loves giving you little gifts here and there, he helps you with anything on the body and has even let you do your first surgery.. unfortunately on an un-willing patient. but as he said ;"that's what anesthesia is for.." .

He's helped you tremendously previously, in more ways than one. Recent nights are just arguing and just the other night, you guys passed the friend basis when he fingered your stress away out of the blue, and then strangely walked away. You were confused but, everything about Jack is unknown to you. It can be the most useful or the most tedious thing at times. Right now, it's not helping anyone. Mid-terms are here and he's quiet as he watches you. You can ask things and he will continue to ignore you while he looks borishly over your paper. You were frustrated by the end of the night, another un-responsive argument brewing as he just snarls and walks around and away from you with every statement, dodging everything you throw at him.

Couple of nights ago was the first time since he kidnapped you that he's touched you harshly. Grabbing you roughly by your chin and telling you quote "shut the fuck up" after another one of those random arguments. You haven't talked since then, continuing to study by yourself and locking yourself away in your bedroom away from Jack. It's one of the biggest presents Jack has given you. The bed much better than your dorm bed and the only thing you have to worry about it being Jack sleeping on it occasionally when you get home from class with your pillows tucked under his nose. Much better than the girls who threw milkshakes and ice cream on your bed for 'fun' and the prank or whatever they fucking said. A beautiful desk and the perfect dim of colored lights on the ceiling, much better than Jack's room from what you've seen. You've seen it from the outside once, looking in demonic shambles during the first time you've ever seen Jack fully pissed off. But you weren't able to look inside because of the sharp object that whizzed past your head that scared you back into your room that night. That was around first meeting him and it seems like he's calmed down a lot since then.

Besides the arguments he slouches and rests his posture around you. It's weird to say the least, but you are also strangely comfortable with him, maybe a bit too comfortable. You wonder how he eats, what he does during the times you're at school but you honestly don't have the time to focus on it. You're finally getting home at around 5. Classes dragging out longer than supposed to do to exams being on the following monday. You're exhausted and the girls in your dorm have recently been egging you on for no reason, purely for once again, the fun in it. You don't mention it as Jack comes to the bottom of the stairs with his silent greeting of his piercing glance. His mask is on and his height never seems to adjust to you. He's ducking his head under the door frame a bit as he walks over to you. Grabbing your bag and your coat and putting them up to hang. There's food on the stove but you can't bother to do anything but lie down on the couch, tired and re-collecting everything the professor and everyone gathered together today. You're silent as you hear Jack shuffle around the house, he turns on the shower and comes back to the kitchen shared living room just to look at the stove before looking at you.

"Ate?"

"No Jack. Not yet.."

The answer baffles him a bit as he shakes his head looking at the stove once more and then at you. From behind him the shower was empty but running steaming hot water, steam exiting the bathroom as you locked your eyes on him fully. He goes to bicker about food but you ask him for the shower instead and he grunts with disapproval but moved out of the way of the doorframe. It didn't take you long to jump at the opportunity. You relished in the hot water as you smelt the food probably being reheated for you. Is this what he did all day? Eat? You got out of the shower and opened the door only to be received with a plate of gorgeously plated food in front of you. Your stomach growls and all you can do is blush and go into your room with the plate, watching as Jack went back into the bathroom and cleaned up after you. He wasn't a clean freak but there were a couple places of the house you would catch him cleaning around.

One of them being the beautiful potted orchid on your windowsill. The flower and your room being free of any dust or mildew was comfortable, the window clean and the one flower growing beautifully. Jack interrupts your sight seeing and opens the door, shoving your dirty clothes into the hamper and taking the hamper out, leaving the door open. You thought about closing it but you weren't in the mood to debate something petty with Jack. This was a good move because he came in and laid next to you slightly watching you eat while he drifted to sleep. He passes out quickly and you're able to eat and get most of your studying done before he wakes back up. Rubbing your legs lovingly while he lays extremely close to you. Holding your body to his chest, cool skin rubbing against the warmth of your skin. He could be loving, horny or anything this moment but the dick he is, already going to correct your mistakes when he looks at your paper. It's not long before he walks out annoyed and going back to sleep in his room when you start asking him questions about you being wrong.

He's no help to you at all like this. Always trying to correct you and honestly getting in the way of your own personal progress. You went to sleep angry that night and woke up and immediately went back to studying. Opening your eyes just to roll over and read your notes over and over again. Not even bothering to step out of the room from Jack's heavenly smelling breakfast. You can already tell he probably went out of his way this morning as an apology but you can't pay attention to him. You can do this yourself, revise your own mistakes and whatever else you needed to fix. Jack was slightly right about some of your mistakes yesterday but all he wants you to do anyways is re-write it over and over again until it's the way he likes, the way he knows is write. You do just well reading it by yourself.

Jack steps in, his breakfast drafting through the room making you hungry. He passed the plate to you and you sighed placing the plate next to you as you sat against the wall that your bed was placed on. Your eyes travel through all of your writing but they don't miss the frown or his clenched fist before he grabs your plate from last night. He looks at you for a second before he walks out, coming back with a fork, brows furrowed as he looks at you.

"Eat, please." He says before tapping his fingers on your inner thigh near your stomach. "I can smell how hungry you are and it's pissing me off." He states before poking at your empty stomach. You push his hand away and scowl at him.

"Stop focusing on me then.. I can handle myself you know." He looks at you blankly before walking out, completely. Front door closing with the wind of the stormy day. He wasn't back until nighttime. You felt bad after the silence of the entire day that you had picked up on his cleaning from the morning and even ate his food. When he came home you already had made yourself something and he puts down the bags of takeout he had gotten next to the door and just walks to his room. Trailing water as he trudges his way down the hallway, almost as if he was exhausted. The door clicks shut and you focus your attention back on the food and your notes. By the time you're done eating Jack is going into the bathroom behind you.

You stand and pick up the takeout, putting it away for later consumption. You were originally going to go back to your room, but curiosity will always get the better of you anyways. Jack's door being wide open and blood spilling from underneath some soaked rained and bloody clothes on the floor. Though the blood isn't what intrigued you but instead it was his bed sheets, his bed in general. The beautiful blue blankets that were extremely soft to the touch and his massive bed is on the bed with a beautiful headboard. Claw marks against the paint, a dusty chandelier, paintings of the human body with what seemed like real blood and glasses of preserved organs on the shelf. The real room of a killer, a cannibal, perhaps someone with bad body aches? His bed soft as you sink into it with just your hands. It would be a crime to not take this opportunity to flop on his bed, so you did. Sinking into the soft foam of his bed with your body only half way on it.

This bed, was so much more comfortable than you imagined and it made you tired a bit. His bed was much better than yours and his bed also had a specific smell to it. One that slowly dug itself into your panties and made your pussy throb slightly, making your throat dry and heating your body with perverted embarrassment. You climbed up on his bed all the way and laid down on his pillows, the smell rich along with the smell of a faint cologne. You sat back up and looked to the left at the cologne bottle only to snap your head to the right hearing the door to the bathroom open. 'oh shit..'

You had only a couple of seconds of planning what you were gonna say to him while you tried to get off the bed but all of those thoughts were ripped away when he walked into the room naked. You snapped your head up to look at him and bit your lip, even more embarrassed.

"I'm s-sorry." You mumbled, a bit star struck at Jack's beautiful torso. Your eyes were locked on his eyes but your peripheral drank in Jack's lean abs, his grey demonic skin, the trail that led down elsewhere, the scars from probably victims trying to get away from him. You shifted your knees underneath you, fear and shame burning through your veins.

"For what?" He states more than asking a question. He's watching you closely, keeping his eyes locked on your small frame, you're shifting with some emotion he hasn't seen of you until now. He's trying not to think of the situation sexually but you're making it too easy to see your body when you're shifting 'nervously' like that. The nightgown you wore to bed sagging a bit off your tits, your knees tucked under for the support, the bruise on your neck from earlier this week, your smell penetrating his room, his bed like a toxin, he is having a desperate attempt of trying to contain himself. He wishes he didn't walk in here naked but the clothes he had were soaked in blood on the floor and his clean clothes were in the dryer he honestly thought you were still studying. Fresh harvest was untouched and not even noticed by you, the blood slipping from underneath the soaked clothes going to leak onto his feet before he walks towards you.

He can feel your warmth radiating on his cool body and if the bed wasn't there you could probably see his dick rising just from him watching your uneven breathing, confidence and adrenaline begging him to take you right here. All perched so pretty for him to harass.

"Being in your room-"You say shifting him back to reality.

"It's like you're asking for this..-" He mutters.

"Asking for what?" You counter and he stops looking at you while shifting his glance to lock onto your shifting thighs. He can smell your cunt leaking, you would want this if he went for it but your voice booms above him. "I mean, i'm sorry I just wanted to apologize from earlier. I was rude...." you drag out. A bit concerned for your safety, he replies with a hum as you both sit in each other's presences for a second. The air becoming tense, thick. Jack was desperately trying to hold himself back and you were confused at his silence as you watch him carefully. He kneels down over the bed and lays on your thighs. What you think is innocent is actually Jack smelling your arousal, with every shift of yours, he can tell he's affecting that little voice in your head that's telling you to spread your legs open for him. You love to play fucking dumb with him, he's losing his grip, he really fucking hates you at the moment. You on the other hand were scared and awkwardly aroused by the naked man in front of you sighed as you rubbed his head as he laid in your lap. A purr escaped his throat and vibrated into your folds through your thighs. You do your best to conceal the moan but all you diminish it to was a frustrated whimper that had him shooting up to his full height.

He grabs you by your neck and makes you look up at him, his frame still towering even over his big ass bed as he's pulling you up off of your knees. "Give me... a proper apology Y/n." He says and you both finally break. Bodies heating up and your pupils dilating a bit with lust. He rips off the nightgown and drops you back on the bed, breasts bare and panties containing a wet spot as you blink up at him, silently asking if it's what he wants. He closes the door behind him with his foot as he climbs over you. Small purrs leaving his throat as he looked down at you. You had covered your nipples in what seemed like embarrassment to him but was actually defending yourself from his abs rubbing against his cold skin. "Tell me you'll give me what I want y/n." He mutters down into your ear as he sinfully slowly trails his hand down your breasts to your stomach to slow for your liking.

You haven't even had full blown sex since high school, your body's burning up and you're breathless, softly whining at his slow touches, panties dripping. "Have me all.."

"You know what I want you to say." He says dipping his fingers down to your warm inner thighs.

"Oh please Jack!"

"No."

"Fuck me!"

"Tell me-"

"Jack please, fill me up with your cock, please I want you to fill me up!" You whine as you finally crash your lips onto his, pulling him down by his neck in frustration. He finally makes contact with the outside of the dripping material and you don't expect more than one tongue to wrap around yours, the muscle in your mouth being sucked and licked has you whining of overstimulation from just your tongue. The demon above you pushes his way into your cunt and curls his fingers when he's deep before he starts plunging into your slick. His heavy cock rests on your thigh and he's softly grinding with every rise of your hips. He's pulling you away from his mouth and holding you down by your throat as he focuses all of his attention on the slick gathering on his fingers. You're soaked, thighs shaking and wet with your arousal. You can't do anything but let out shaky breaths from his hold on your neck, more like a cage locked around your throat preventing you from escaping as he thrusts his fingers faster, thumb rubbing against your swollen clit. You unravel quite quickly, a shaking orgasm making your muscles fatigued as he spreads your legs apart. There is nothing that disproves the monster in front of you. His parasite like tongues and his dick, resting against your stomach as he watches you take his wet fingers in your mouth and suck them clean.

It's monstrous just looking at it, his cock is beyond fat, 9 maybe even ten inches of demonic dick, diameter of his cock begging to stretch your pussy completely open with each pulse of his dick. You take your hand and pick up some of his pre that's leaking into your inner thighs and taking it back to his dick, teasingly running your fingers over his tip. Compared to the cold of his body his dick is painfully hot. You suck his fingers into your mouth while you spread the wetness down his dick, not even getting to the base before he almost rips your hand off of his dick so he can center himself at your leaky cunt. You gasp as he stretches into you and start crying when he finally gets you past just his tip. He is too experienced at stretching out pussy it seems, not even bothering to give you time as he thrusts just with the tip. Pushing slowly into you with every calculated thrust, watching your cunt take him in. He looks down at your tear wrecked form and starts to plant tiny kisses at your tears. Waiting for you to stop clamping so hard as he rubs your clit in hopes to loosen you up. When you finally take him til your cunt's full you are almost braindead with the fullness of his cock, not even down fully to the base. He'll laugh at you when your wrapped around his dick nice and it doesn't take him long before he's biting bruises into your neck as he fucks into your sloppy cunt.

"My fucking pussy. All mine to rip open." He'll say while pushing into your cervix while his tongues make work on one of your nipples, full overstimulated underneath him as you try to push at his hips. A poor effort to stop his bruising pace. When he finally gets you to the base he's pushed himself fully into your womb, squirt and cum underneath your ass that helped him push thus far. Blood from bite marks leaking off your tits, your neck, you are just the way he wanted you from the beginning. Drunk off his dick and dumb off of overstimulation, dripping with his cum and submissive to him and only him.

[toots-senpai]

It's me, ya anon, 🐱

My horn brain got a question 👀

How would the Proxies react to their S/O being a Virgin?

- 🐱

The proxy's virginity hc's

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: proxies! x reader

Rating: R 18+

Warnings: tw:noncon, tw:virginity, stalking mention

authors response: Though I would like to write them with the thought that virginity is just a label (because it is), we're gonna have to be realistic about it. also didn't add ben this time lol

nsfw below the cut

Toby would be absolutely enthralled about you being a virgin. The thought that he can corrupt you until you were fully made his, is something that can have him on the edge of cumming before he even touches you. Toby most definitely has a terrible innocent/virgin kink, bonus points if you've never even been kissed. But on that note, it riles him up dangerously also. I'm just saying he's never had a girl live more than a day after being forced on his cock all day. You're asking to be one of his victims if he knows, you're going to have to beg to the walls for him to stop.

Masky doesn't care. He's most definitely the type to not care about the label of virginity, to him it all feels the same anyways. Every person he's been with stretch like an amateur every time he's fucking someone regardless. He makes sure that they're dripping and spread to their limit anyways. He's dick is too fat to go in without any type of prep anyways.

Hoodie is the same as Toby, but Brian actually pays attention to the person he's fucking as well and will most definitely keep them safe with all his strength, especially if it kills you. If he knows the person is a virgin, they've gotta be some sort of obsession of his. But if they're one of his victims, he doesn't care about their stupid pleas of virginity or their attention. Not what he was there for.

[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]

perks of dating a bartender

author: @toots-senpai

fandom: undertale (underfell AU)

pairing: uf sans x bartender!reader

word count: 490

rating: r 18+

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MINORS DNI

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warning: tw:exhibitionism, unprotected! sex, tw: monster fucking, hidden sex, monster cock detail,

 a/n: okay okay, listen i have to admit something i am a skeleton fucker everyone. that’s it. i’ve got a monster kink and godDAMN does uf sans make my brain rot

nsfw under the cut

like i just can’t stop thinking of sans. he’s a large dude, thick fingers and a quiet angry attitude. it’s almost like he’s almost about to burst at the seams constantly

and you… you and your skimpy outfits all day at the bar. he understands it brings you in more tips, and none of the men here go past any of the girls boundaries

but it bugs him to no end. that doesn’t stop their wandering eyes, or their sexual comments and howling like animals

and though you make your way to him at least 3+ times a night, it doesn’t take away his jealousy

it isn’t uncommon for him to tease you during work, it’s not always busy, and you do it to him too, but this time you took it a bit far

customers talking to your face about your body, commenting on your skin under the led bar lighting, asking for numbers and pestering about giving you a ride home but with a single whistle of your teeth you just nodded towards them and skipped your way over to him

he only pulled you a bit closer for a second, whispering degrading teases into your ear, he could smell your arousal, your soul’s scent coming to his nose like the scent of fresh food

his beautiful mate just made him so predatory, unpredictable almost it seemed as you gasped softly as his fingers went underneath your skimpy outfit to dip into your heat, sloshing around your clit

his arm under the outfit was clear to the men behind him for a mere moment, other then the sight of him teasing more degrading comments into your ears before shielding you from their sight

his large body sheltering the sight of him twisting his large boney fingers and curling them against the spongey part in your cunt

forehead against yours he laughed at your small frame struggling to just take in his fingers

you sat down on his lap, legs apart and outfit lifted pushed against the ledge of the bar, shaking in pleasure, body flushed and bumps rising on your skin from the thrill of it, the circle bar had 3 of your other coworkers who could come over at any time for a bottle of liquor but even with that thought you couldn’t help but let a small moan slide as sans slid the monstrous head of his cock to your cervix

not even to the base of his glowing red dick and you were already full, some of his precum already seeping out of the sides of your cunt, and when you expected him to move he just smiled at you, looking down and with one hand on your hip and one hand on your clit.

it's night like these, he loves a little too much. so much that he'll let you keep this stupid job just so he can fuck you until your co-workers complain

[toots-senpai]

Hmmm

Instead of Hoodie fucking us in our sleep.

I wanna see something with us like sucking him off in his sleep, see how he reacts.

- 🐱

nsfw under the cut.

Hoodie would be very fucking surprised waking up with a choked groan when you swivel your tongue around the head of his overstimulated dick. It makes him wonder how long you've been under the blanket, he won't stop you. Won't even make the effort to pull you off either, instead he'll shove you down his cock further by the top of the blanket. Pushing your bobbing head down further and relishing in the way you swallow down his cock.

This can be good for 'sedating' Brian into whatever state you want him in. He doesn't ever want to pull you off his cock so he'll let you go even after he's overstimulated beyond belief. Whining and struggling to keep his hands still as he mutters curses and praises while fisting at the blanket and at the top of your head in the blanket. Push him into submission and he's at your beckon call. Finish sucking him off for hours by slowly pushing your thighs up to cover his face. He'll be eager to reciprocate.

[toots-senpai]

Can I have that room yet?

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: My Hero Academia (Modern AU)

Pairing: Stepbro! Bakugo Katsuki x she/her reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count:4.7k

Warnings: unprotected sex, implied! age gap (like she's in her second year of school and he's about to graduate), stalking mention, panty stealing, masturbation, enabling, tw: dubcon, tw: noncon, tw: stepcest, tw: voyeurism, he fucks your best friend, mitsuki knows everything..

Authors note : i haven't finished mha so if he's ooc it's literally because all i've done is read smut about him lmaoo .. also this is half ass edited, as per usual <333 have fun reading this lmaooo

MINORS DNI

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nsfw under the cut

Your life had been going smooth up to this point. Though your parents finally divorced fully last summer after 3 long years of fighting, things this year seemed to have been looking up for you. You've received a nice scholarship for your art school that paid 2 years of tuition full, you and your father moved into a nice house that had way more room than needed and you finally got your own art room. Fully yours with the closet down to the floorboards. You could never have been more happy in your previous years of living, so necessarily, you were not wrong in going out to celebrate tonight with your friends.

Noise canceling headphones against your ears as your fingers soaked in the dirty dish water below, humming along to your music a slight sway as you moved around the sink. You had a couple of hours before your second year graduation party and the couple of chores you had to do was not going to get in the way of your plans tonight. As you finished rinsing the last dish you heard the front door close indicating your dad was home. The excitement in your veins grew, the anticipation of tonight coursing through your veins and releasing almost too much dopamine compared to these last few years. You turned off your headphones and were met face to face with your dad, startling you a bit.

"Awe, sorry. I was going to get your attention-"

"Oh don't worry it's fine." You cut him off. "I was actually about to tell you about the graduation party, and probably a couple of other things.. such as finishing my laundry?" You mused and he just chuckled nervously for a second, and then took a brief moment to think before he said his next sentence.

"..We can see about that, and, if it's alright, I actually have something to talk to you about first- I mean show you!- first..." He trailed off nervously, at this moment you could just feel the excitement leaving your veins as he turned around and started walking to the living room muttering something on 'here this goes' as he kept going. When you followed him you were greeted with two new faces and auburn eyes now burning along into yours along with your semi-worried father. "T-This is that lady i've been talking to... I wanted to make it official, I'm sorry for-..." He trailed on but you were no longer paying attention to him but more at the blonde boy who's eyes bore into yours and his mother, who was paying attention to your father with adoring eyes. There was little worry from her but this boy reeked of trouble. His mother got up and interrupted him, putting your stuttering father to a halt and bringing your attention back to her.

"What he means is, we're ready to be apart of your family!" She mused giving a reassuring squeeze and kiss to your father. "Right Katsuki?" She giggled, too focused on the little honeymoon phase happening between herself and your father to even notice the mischievous nod towards you. You slightly cringed in disgust as his eyes trailed up and down your form, amused.

"A-Anyways!" Your dad said snapping out of his trance. "Help him take up his stuff please." He said before grabbing her stuff and heading up to the room, snapped back in his little love trance. She giggled again before coming to you. "My name's Bakugo Mitsuki, and my sweet devil spawn is Bakugo Katsuki and I heard about your grad party! I'm willing to do your laundry once i'm done unpacking if you'd like. " She trailed off walking behind your father, leaving you alone with Katsuki. Both of you eyeing each other slightly before you muttered a small. 'i'll show you to your room.." and picked up 2 of his bags out of the 8 that lie there. Walking upstairs with him on your tail you showed him to the extra room. You felt his glare on your back as you were opening the door and placing the bags next to the bed.

"This is your room." You stated walking past him and to your room door. Pointing at the bathroom door and the necessities in the nearby closet and then going back to your room yet of course when you turned around he has your art room open.

"What about this room?"

"That's my art room-" You tried going past him, and grabbing the door but he laughed at your attempt with a smug;

"I want this room instead."

You almost had a small asthma attack from the audacity of this man. Before you could even say anything to object he was already going in to grab the paint off the shelves.

"Now wait a damn minute." You argued grabbing him from your shelf and shoving him out of the room. "This room has paint everywhere! A- And it's already owned, by me-" You cut him off trying to push the paint back. Though you were taller than him by a sliver, his body could stretch more than yours, his athletic form easily overpowering yours.

"So you have a room." He stated nonchalantly.

"Okay? And, what does that have to do with anything? My art room is like my study, you can't have it just because I have another room."

There was a pause. Not a good one though as he just looked back at you... like you were dumb. His smug face painting annoyed

"But... you can use the other room as a study."

"The other room won't fit the big ass clay heater that's in the orner of this room-"

"What are you, a weak artist? So artistically creative that you don't know how to move things?" He laughs but fate had other things in mind for you as your father interrupted your bickering. A stead at your side as his palm clamped over Katsuki's shoulder.

"Nope Buddy, she actually moved all this up here by herself! She's going to college, and she makes quite a good amount of money for this household. She's earned this room." He joked coming over and kissing your head. "But just because you can't have her super cool room does not mean you can have something from it. Last week, y/n and I painted a desk-"

"That was for him?"

"Yes y/n, but Katsuki, we painted it so it will match your room, and your mother and I have picked paint for you room and-" Your dad went on, ushering him away and towards his room about the new paint plans. You were agitated, paint still in your hands as you looked at the desk. You laughed to yourself, the desk was wobbly and so strong stepbrother's going to try to move it without picking it up no doubt, so though you could've fixed it like you planned before the party, but his bickering took up so much of your time anyways that you walked out of the room and went back to preparing for the party. You left the bathroom door open as you got ready, matching your jewelry, makeup and what not and you tried to stifle a laugh as Katsuki did exactly what you expected and broke the arm of the table. Your eyes locked as you, finished and ready for your party, came over to the doorframe. "I'll fix it after the party!" You said cocky as you walked away from him.

He fucked your best friend on that broken ass table that night, making sure that the door to your art room was open just a creak so that when you went upstairs looking for her you got a nice sight of her getting split open on his dick in your own art room. The smacking of skin echoing down the stairwell when you went to check but his hands around her throat to keep her quiet as he locked eyes with you as you walked past got you more than anything. Especially when he bottomed out inside her at the sight of you cumming with shaky hips as your friend whined like a bitch in heat, squirming against him, unknowing about your presence. The 'war' with your new stepbrother starts there.

The next morning the table is back in parts on his new bedroom floor, screws being thrown a screw across his floor, startling him awake at 4 am and throughout the next week thumbtacks are put in your bed, paint is thrown on him while you were painting his room, and at the end of the week all of the paint in your art room is thrown on the floor. Red and purple paint seeping through the ceiling and onto the fresh plate of Mitsuki's grand dinner for the supposed to be family fun night. Which has led you to a new situation. Both of you covered in paint and cleaning up hundreds of dollars in colors in your art room. Both of your parents going out to dinner as you guys clean up your mess. It was silent for a couple of hours as you two attempt to soak up the paint, and pick it up from the previously wooden floor.

The floor wasn't perfect anyways, from it being your art room for years but it was most definitely now ruined because of the paint that you were struggling to pick up before it dried, the two of you. It was 3am when you they came back home and you guys still weren't done. Both of them going to their room and arguing, as if they've been doing it all night. It was 5am when they were finally quiet downstairs, Cans of paint slightly refilled and your floor slightly clean and Katsuki laughed. You turned to give him a death glare and he was just smiling looking at you. The sun was rising on both of your paint covered bodies and both of the colors on your body was aesthetically beaming around the room, he looked away from you quickly laugh diminishing to nothing but a flush on his cheeks that you could only see from his ear. Both of you were exhausted and covered in paint and you probably would've went to tease him but you dropped it, relaxing on the now painted floor. What you two couldn't get off was kinda cool looking. Marble like colored paint stuck in the wax of the floor, never to be moved again unless the floor was totally re-done. You both let out an exhale and Katsuki muttered something about a shower walking out of the room but you were too focused on the floor.

You were for the next couple of weeks too. University work taking up most of your creativity time and yet the time you stood in your art room, all you could look at was the floor. Something so irritating made something so beautiful. So beautiful that, your brain was stuck on it. The color patterns in every single painting that you tried to do consisting of the same palette of colors. Over and over again, for weeks. Katsuki wasn't that much of a nuisance as he was when he first arrived most definitely but it could be to the fact that he's been busy. You rarely ever see him, the only time you pass glances is early in the morning, when he's heading out for his morning exercise and you're going to drive for an hour to the campus.

Your pencils twirled as you stayed in deep thought about those colors, tapping and spinning around on the eraser. You weren't even focused on any of your work for the day, your art classes the only thing bringing you out of that thought. Guiding you as it always does, your professor yelling out to the class about feeling your art with all of your senses and somehow that thought has you squirming away for creativity on your bed. Vibrating toy rubbing away at your clit as your brain went silent for a bit, your cunt dripping down the toy a bit too much as flashes of white pass your vision. Creativity was potent the next day, your project earning you the highest score of your class, so it began a routine. The routine of once a week turning to, 3 times a week turning into every day once you got home. Your orgasms always pushing you to be productive and succeeding. Maybe you could be manifesting, you thought during dinner in the late week of the month. A soup with homeade bread sitting in front of you, everyone eating and preoccupied. With everything going so right recently, maybe you've started praising yourself a little too much. Your one toy turning into a collection of twenty and your paints and clay products all being of high quality.

It is what you deserve for being so smart and good with yourself, it was selfish. The way your own thinking made you start seeping through your pajama shorts, you had to excuse yourself from the dinner table, hurrying yourself away to your room and not even bothering to shut the door as your legs became jelly. It didn't take you longer than a couple seconds to find your toy and start plugging yourself deep and twisting it until your eyes crossed and on the other side of the door stood Katsuki. Balancing your soup, bread and juice while watching you through the creak of your doorframe, plunging your fat toy into your dripping cunt. Your ass was facing towards the door and you had your shorts slipped to the side and your hand was dripping with your arousal. He accidentally slipped out a groan as your toes almost slipped from the floorboard when you trembled from a slow thrust all the way out and back in. When you turned around a creak in the floorboards was all you heard, but nothing was there. You still stood on shaky legs to finally close your door all the way.

He was right there besides your fingertips when you touched the knob to close the door but you don't know. You know absolutely nothing, you know not of the constant nights of him fisting at his cock from just the whiff of your scent around the house. You know nothing, and he can't help it honestly, not when you can go a half hour by yourself, bed creaking from your hopeless grinding and thrusts. He can hear your wetness every night. Even through the door closed and he can hear it much better through the vent in the bathroom. He peeked through the keyhole of your door instead, soup left discarded on the small table besides him. He's pumping at his cock harshly, fingers spreading his pre um his shaft as you sat back down on your toy with a moan. His hips stuttered just at the sight. You grinded the two into your cunt, hips moving as you keep yourself in a sitting position with your knees. Your cunt is stuffed with the flimsy toy and you're bouncing so nicely on it, expertly if he could say himself. You're so desperate to cum that when you flip over on your back to reverse cowgirl the toy in your cunt that you shook at the new angle.

Katsuki could just see how you were dripping and he was envisioning that dumb toy of yours was actually his cock, and those pathetic whines were actually spilling his name. He was too deep into the fantasy, eyes away from you as he tugged his cock that was dribbling to the floor, but you on the other hand was frustrated. You stopped and pulled the toy completely out of you. Unsatisfied and going to grab your new toy, a suction cupped dildo with a curved tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of it as you slammed the drawer to your toys. Katsuki on the other side of the door was startled out of his fantasy as he went to peek at you again only to see you coming to the door, and with the only thinking he could up with he slippedd into the bathroom behind the door. Not expecting you to slip past the door completely unknowing and slipping off your soaked shorts and step into the shower. He's also not expecting the new toy in your hands to be suctioned to the bathroom wall and you bending over over so nicely, not even noticing the intruder behind the shower curtain. You're so unfocused on him that you're slipping the toy in so nicely, gushing down the wall,. He can see so clearly because of the poorly closed curtain at just good enough that he can see you already dripping down the wall. He maneuvered himself to a better sight, so that he could still see you pushing your ass against the wall, aching to be filled deeper with each whine and thrust.

Oh and you actually started moaning putting your hand on the wall for a bit of stability, he couldn't get enough of the sight. Your 'show' already bringing him back to cummimg harder than he has in awhile, and when you bring yourself to squirt with a high pitched whine he followed quickly. He groaned quietly under your moans as his cum filled the toilet spurting on the seat and into the bowl. Thick and healthy as it dripped smoothly into the bowl a bit. You came awhile longer than he did, your thighs shaking in the shower as you were coming back to reality. But as per every night, your clean-up isn't his problem as he slipped out of the bathroom. He heard the shower curtain open and the shower turn on as soon as he stepped out and he was so ego was boosted at his timing.

You notice the cum on the seat when you're out of the shower, and you scold yourself for not noticing it when you came in the bathroom, but you didn't mention it that time, because you felt too hypocritical to say anything, but when you wake up a couple of mornings with cum on the floor and and cum on even your door handle. You knew something was up. But to him, you noticed.. these small things a little too late, you still haven't even noticed that he's been stealing your panties and cumming in them before they hit the washer. You don't notice that he has a cum stain on the corner of your bed. You don't notice that your door doesn't creak anymore because of the WD-40 he put in the hinges. You, know nothing to him and you agree. You don't even know of any evidence to put against Katsuki. You barely even see him throughout the day so there's no way he could be doing anything.

Luck is not always on Katsuki's side though. His week being terrible, bad circumstances coming up left and right, the only thing he wanted was your used panties, warmed and being stroked against his cock. You aren't following your schedule though for some odd reason, instead you have your art apron on in your art room, ideas booming through your paintbrush. He can easily sneak into your room but stepping in he's realizing, there's a door connecting to your art room. He wouldn't let his step-brother move in the room next him either if he was her, and he he's realizing more and more that there's so much information that you're leaving out to him. Including how wet you actually get, there's a nice spray of squirt next to a dildo that you left on your bed. Why you were so forgetful he couldn't understand but he was so grateful towards it. He was, so curious to your taste and his tongue did not think twice about liking up your leftover essence.

You on the other side of the room were also having a shitty week, another horrifying project from your professor leaving you brain dead and with every orgasm you had, no creative ideas spewed into your brain. So what could it hurt if you just went back.. one more time. Even after you came twice this morning and once a half hour ago. It's not your fault that you're not satisfied and it's not your fault when you catch Katsuki cleaning up your dildo with his tongue. When both of your glances caught together, there was a second of planning going on in both of your heads, but 10 seconds of leaving and thinking you're gonna get out of the room of course was your downfall. Katsuki was behind you in a second instead pushing you into your mirrored dresser and bending you over it. Your glances caught each others again, but this time through the reflection. There was a bit of guilt hidden behind his eyes in that quick second you sae as he moved against you. You were slightly struggling to make him let go, but instead you were rubbing your still messy cunt on his clothed dick, slick making noises even through your panties. Him trying to pull away was now out of the question. If anything it had him pulling himself closer.

Now his dick was hopelessly bending against the confines of his sweats as his dick positioned itself at your entrance even from outside of the flimsy material. His fingers dug pass your art university uniform and his hands rubbed up your stomach as he shamelessly humped against your clothed cunt. With every grind of his dick, your body arched against his. You could tell that he's been waiting to touch you too long. Your buttons flew off as he ripped your top open, pulling your tits out and rubbing at your chest. His dick felt too good just grinding against your puffy sensitive cunt. His desire was taking control of his hips and he was shakier than you ever seen him. His usual composure gone as he's hiding his face in your neck. You could've swore that he's trying to hold himself back. He's rubbing his hands against your clit but he's holding himself back at the same time. You felt your body get hot with embarrassment but you knew what he wanted. Though you seem to know nothing about concealing yourself properly and are struggling just to do a simple project, you knew exactly what he wanted.

You stopped your struggling and let a moan slip, his shaky exterior grinding against you harshly at just the sound, accidentally fully bending you over the dresser. You made sure to look at him when you slipped to bottom part of your uniform off in a fluid motion. His hips pulled back a bit to watch the strings of your sloppy cunt detach itself from your underwear and rip down to the floor. "P-Please suki.." You muttered pulling your dripping pussy lips apart and pushing a wet spot above his dick on his shorts. He didn't even bother with foreplay and instead shoved you to the base of his cock in one fluid motion. His composure back in an instant and his ego fueling the harsh thrusts that had your dresser banging into the wall. You tried getting him to stop but you couldn't, your arms instead being pulled behind you as he arched your back down further to fully take his dick. He filled you up better than anyone has in your entirety of living, better than any toy. His dick flexed and twitched inside you as his hands went to rub your clit. You both came faster than either of you have, him filling you up with his cum but the fatigueless settled fast as well the thought not even registering. Katsuki just pulled you two to the bed where you guys fell asleep for the remainder of the night. You didn't quite remember it when you woke up though, the only thing reminding you being Katsuki's grip on your waist. A knock at your door both woke you up quickly, and when you tried to go answer it Katsuki didn't let you go.

"Y/n honey have you heard from Katuski? Y/n?" Mitsuki asked outside of the room. You couldn't focus on her though, neither of you even bothered when her pervy son was pressing his morning wood on the curve your ass and rubbing your clit with his mouth on your neck. It was too early for all of this, you honestly weren't even fully awake. You tried to respond to her but he covered your mouth his other hand. A cocky look on his face as he dug his fingers in your cunt. His seed from last night spilling off of his fingers. He made a nice show of wetting his dick with his leftover cum before he lifted up your leg with his wet hand and bottomed once more, filling you to the brim beautifully. You couldn't stop him, not with your brain already being so empty from the morning haze but him just going back to digging inside you, glands catching against your own and creaming your wetness in and out of you. He's almost devouring all of your reactions. Once Katsuki thinks his poor mother has walked away, his hips are snapping against your ass and he's pushing your head into the pillow. Sounds of wet skin slapping against each other and echoing out of the room.

And now, if special guest Mitsuki didn't know about all of her son's shenanigans throughout the past couple of your months, your poor father could've been hearing his daughter get fucked by his step-son. Mitsuki, she's been prepared, cleaning up after her son's messes and making sure every single pair that he steals is in her dresser by the morning and making sure that even now, your dad was fully distracted downstairs, TV blaring against the noises coming out of your room. Her ego, probably stemmed into her son clearly as her own wetness started dripping out of her. Proud of being such a good mother to her son. She just skipped downstairs and fucked your dad on the living room couch as he begged her to stop so that the two of you couldn't see. What she would give to actually let you know everything about your son, to let you know all of the stuff her son's been doing to you behind your back. But it seems that you have everything together. The idea of the project becoming reality, you had earned so much money that you had sent everyone but yourself out of the house on vacation while you held a party in the house to show off your project. Katsuki, wished he was coming back to you in probably a new bed or new paints that you bought, but he didn't like seeing what was in front of him as the family pulled back into the driveway. Most of your stuff was in the driveway and he just grabbed his suitcase and a couple of his mother's as he shuffled into the house, eyes scanning for you.

He walked up the stairs and there, your door was open bedroom empty. he turned to look in the art room and there you were. You had been avoiding him since that morning, more due to the fact that what the two of you did was entirely wrong. He had something he really wanted to say but all that came off his tongue was "So, can I have that room yet?". You sighed and closing your last box you nodded.

"All yours... b-bro.." You stammered off pushing past him and out of the house. He was stunned when you moved past him, your final project in the house was actually amazing as it caught his eyes. You had made the colors on the floor stretch to the walls and you had actually broke the wall to the connect the rooms. Those colors stretched under to where your bed previously was and the room... was too spacious for him. He was, panicking? He went to go out after you, but you were gone, moving van and your car driving down the street and away from his neighborhood. He knows that actions always have consequence, but this a consequence that seemed to burn a hole in his heart. Even when he turned around to his mother's open arms, he just was empty but so overwhelmingly full. Just, full of emptiness.

[toots-senpai]

Hi hi! Is it alright if I request a short fic my brain has ideas if so then uh here have a dump

Ticci Toby x Fem reader

Toby being a bottom and just teasing the FUCK outta him. I’m saying vibrator, cock ring, and bondage so he can’t touch himself. Just the idea of edging him and teasing him so he BEGS for it idk just kinda an idea. -⚡️🪓 sorry for the back to back inbox thing

TOYS FOR TOBY

Authors response: lmao shoulda just said you wanted a short fic lol

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: ticci toby x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 343

Warnings: bondage, sex toys, blowjob mention! toby probably has a humiliation kink idk

MINORS DNI

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nsfw under the cut

Toby isn't quiet about what he wants, ever. Doesn't matter if it's your food or your throat choking around his cock as he forces his cum down your throat. You wouldn't deny him of anything either, the pleasures of being a couple always being questioned and re-written as you two move about life. Bondage has been tried far more than once but the toys were all a whole new ball game. You at first let him try it on you to which of course he had a splendid time making you squirt pathetically all over the toy yet now he seemed very anxious. Watching as you carefully pushed the cock ring to the base of his cock for the first time. Heaving with anxiety as his wrists burned from the ropes he forgot to take off last night. It was his own fault he got into this mess.

He knew that he couldn't run away from the vibrations shooting up his dick even more knowing as your tongue sucked his flexing dick to the flat of your tongue. Toby is a man of stamina, but what could he do at your mercy but shoot his hot cum over you in the first time minutes the first time. His entire body flushing out of embarrassment and dick twitching from overstimulation as his hips thrusted pathetically. He'll whine for your touch for hours as he rubs his wrists til blood soaks the rope and he never gives up. His dick barely ever softening, even when you tried giving him a small break he was begging to keep himself stuffed inside you so the ring could vibrate your clit a little and you'd wrap around his cock in orgasmic clamps. The only downside to all of this is that at a point, Toby might become 'immune' to the pleasures of the little ring around his cock but if you get one with a higher vibration, everyone will be happy.

'just a little more baby, you know i can handle it. give me all of you lovely~'

[toots-senpai]

Imagine walking in on hoodie masterbating and that progresses to aggressive sex😩😩😩

forgetfulness

Authors response: see.. good ideas

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: hoodie x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 455

Warnings: cunnilingus, rough sex, choking, blowjob, masturbation, voyeurism.. kinda

MINORS DNI

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nsfw under the cut

Though hoodie enjoys you to the fullest, he understands you need breaks. He's a very hypersexual man and he knows that you can't keep up with him all the time but this thought process has led you two to this situation. His head is thrown back and through the tiny open creak of the door you are watching him with need. You had been thinking about if he had forgotten you. Even now there are even thoughts of him cheating as you looked at them, the thoughts disappear when he mutters your name through pursed lips and let's out a loud echoing groan through shaky wrists. He's struggling, his hand doing nothing in his attempt to cum, instead his dick is dibbling pre-cum and sliding over the top of his fists. You can't stay still anymore you closed the door a bit and stood back.

"Brian?" You ask through the opposite side of the door. You can tell you probably spooked him but regardless he still steps out of the bathroom. His light brown hair a bit disheveled and his cock achingly pressing painfully against his jeans. It only takes a second for you two to address the situation and when you lick your lips looking at his cock he's already pushed you to your knees. Swiftly pressing his cock down your throat in a fluid motion that you had no time to even gag around his girth. Sloppy bubbles of spit are forming around his cock as he roughly fucks your throat keeping your head pressed down by the bed so you had a semi-comfy position with your neck pushed against the curve. You don't even get a chance to slip a hand down in your pants before he's roughly tossing you into the bed above and slipping off your pants and underwear in calculated touches as you were thrown. It has you gasping at the cold and then letting out another choked gasp when his hand locked across your throat. His dick presses in quite softly, enjoying the stretch of your cunt around his dick for the first time in these last couple of weeks. He'll go for hours now, so pent up and frustrated that your body is actually covered in bruises. You can't complain once he runs you a beautiful bubble bath and gives you finger food that he can push into your mouth seductively only to have him eventually slip his wandering fingers into the tub water and into your velvety folds.

His touches always turning into something more and by the time your water is cold, you've been pulled halfway out of the tub on your fourth orgasm from his desiring tongue. You can't really be mad at him..

[toots-senpai]

okok so how about some voyeurism with Hoodie? 👀👀 But specifically the reader would be touching themselves on their bed, no cover over themselves or anything. Then secretly wanting someone to watch them, the curtains would be wide open. A perfect opportunity for Hoodie 😩

To Really Know

Authors response: alright but i'm going full out with a bonus hoodie pov... its a '[' shaped apartment, i'm not good at secrets anyways :(

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: hoodie x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 950

Warnings: TW:Voyeurism, TW: Stalking, masturbation, fingering, punishment mention

MINORS DNI

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You knew you've been being watched the last few weeks, at first you were scared, went to call the cops the first time you saw him watching you on the way to work, when you saw his eyes staring dead up into your apartment. You know now they're no help, saying there wasn't an actual problem and that you were probably imagining things, but you knew he was watching you. You knew it was not a coincidence when he bumped into you on your way up the stairs, your groceries that you carried up these last three flights falling down the stairs, even some fresh produce as well. The boy apologizes profusely and for this moment you think maybe the officers were right. When he tells you that you don't have to move a finger for his mess while he goes on about how he's probably ruined your day, pet names hidden beneath his words as he subtlety compliments you. It's basic psychology but something switches in your head when you realize that he lives down the hallway, you become to curious for your own good. You don't even notice the bump against his door after he closes it with him inside. You never even noticed the direct view he had into your apartment from both of your bedrooms.

You just wanted to test your theory at first, to see if he's been watching you from your room , walking past your window, only your best bra and panty set on, curious for your neighbor and you didn't expect him out on his porch tonight, camera in hand. Caught red-handed. You gasp out of shock and it terrifies you for a second that you've had someone watching you this entire time that all you could is stand by the curtain eye to eye with the beautiful boy. The sun was finally setting that you only noticed the warm colors on his skin. He was beautiful, someone that had you walking back in his frame of view. His eyes almost demanding you to lay down but he walks away. Fully out of sight and turns off the lights to his room. You've excited your self too much to ignore your own needs over your pervert neighbor, might as well let him get what he finally wanted to watch.

See, there's always stuff you don't know, things you don't see or even bother to mention. Brian has been stalking you for months. He's made a replica key of your apartment, re-suppling your favorite perfume when it get's to half so he can steal what you've touched, what you eat, what you wear. He was so unfocused leaving your apartment one day with your panties in his back pocket that he doesn't even notice you. You that is wearing a veryyy short summer sundress and he's dumped all of your groceries on the floor, oh please don't move a muscle while he looks up at your panties. He'll watch your thighs and body move of impatience and he'll continue to go purposefully slow, bringing out small talk and maybe in an obsessed daze he's calling you pretty names as well. Walking you to your apartment and accidentally stumbling into an open apartment down , he's good at acting as if it's his house but when you turn around his eyes dart down to your ass, he really doesn't expect to be brutally ripped into the house, a gun placed to his head as he's pushed against the closed door. He's nothing compared to Brian, a quick kill, a beautiful, empty house besides the camera in the keyhole... the cameras that connect to security downstairs and outside, the camera, that's safely out of sight pointing into your room.

A room, full of your pictures. Computer bookmarked with your social media page, school life, family. Your credit and social security. A blackmail just waiting to happen. All of the cameras, pointing at you. You, the whore from across the apartment window that has a mirror opposite to your dresser where you change. The whore who doesn't close her blinds at night but dims the lights to fuck your fingers and moan quite loudly that your neighbors, must be annoyed at you. Gigabytes of pictures and video's on this computer, so much it must be heaven. He's so positive that it is when he checks the camera that's pointed at your window, stepping out onto the porch to enjoy the last bit of sun, you walk in front of him. Your sparkly underwear you just bought at the store snug on your body and rhinestones sparkle against the sun and you have made.. his paradise. When your eyes lock he finally acknowledges that he now has to hide everything from you. He cannot let anyone get in the way of paradise, with you. He has to clean any evidence of the previous pervert who lived here. Yet maybe he can leave all of the evidence here, so that he can frame him, he thinks. All of the clothing the pervert has can mostly be worn by Brian besides his custom tailored suits, but he won't need to stay here long. Not when he comes back to the window with you with your face planted in the pillow, panties aside as your pussy just begs for something more, dripping down your wrist.

You'll learn that all of your actions have consequences eventually but he just wants to enjoy the moment given to him. Night after night until you end up on the perverts bed below him, crying with tears from not being able to cum. You deserve this for being such a dumb whore. You're lucky that he knows.

[toots-senpai]

I have a dare for you 👀

I dare you to write some soft sex for Masky. This man is always so feral, I legit can't imagine that hoe being soft 💀

But you got magic, and I wanna see ✨

-🐱

Authors response: dare complete i think!!

Author:@toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: masky x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 234

Warnings: bondage, femdom!, blindfolding, gagging

nsfw below the cut

It is very rare for him to be in a soft mood. The only time you've ever seen him so calm was when you were riding him when he was tripping off something when he came home that one time. Now, you had the full reigns. The collar he had got you on his neck instead along with a leash that pulled him closer so you can connect foreheads, letting him watch the wet scene at his dick and unable to do anything with his hands tied above his head and his mouth stuffed with your soaked panties. He's drooling a bit from the side as he watches your slow pace and his hips are squirming deeper into you with every slow grind of your hips.

His body is flushed and his eyes flash with desperation. Begging you silently to ride him how he likes, to let him hear the squelching of your pulsing cunt through bats of his teary eyes and the furrowing of his brows. It's not too often you get to ignore Tim but you can now. You don't even bother to hesitate when you cover his eyes, blindfolding him and making sure the soundproof headphones he originally had for training snug on his ears. You don't have to pay attention to his needs if he barely pays attention to yours. He should always be paying attention to you more anyways.

[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

MINORS DNI

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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]

Can you do rough smut with Brian/Hoodie?

Morning.

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: hoodie x reader

Rating: R 18+

Trigger Warning: blood mention, abuse! mention, cunnilingus, somnophilia! if you squint, rough! sex, creampie, fingering, stockholm syndrome? maybe idk, squirting.

Quick A/n: I will never be able to tag anything right. Also um here you go! :) Unedited as per usual

MINORS DNI

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It's the usually the same routine every morning. You wake up and Brian's usually already gone, breakfast either made and still warm or random takeout is on the table. It's only happened once or twice in the span of these last couple of years that you woke up to Brian holding your waist, sleepy lips trailing across your skin. It's haunting honestly. To let your kidnapper have his way with you like this, for years no less, but what was there even left of your old life? It was true, Brian was the only one here for you. He makes you happy, buys you new 'material' any time he comes back or any time he leaves. Even brings a small dandelion he would've found, just something different every once time he comes back. He keeps you on your toes, keeps you..to himself. All to himself, makes you happy any way he can it seems.

Meaning you aren't that surprised when his kisses go lower, head ducking under the blanket while he kisses the side of your hips and suckles around the skin of the side of your ass to your inner thighs. You're semi-conscious, too in an early morning haze to even object, even as he harshly starts rubbing down your body. Small scars from the nights of his blade running across your skin, stinging from the callous of his hands, reopening and smearing the small droplets of blood across your skin. He's never merciful when he touches you. Making sure that everywhere he touches, anywhere he licks or suckles make what he thinks are beautiful bruises across your skin.

He enjoys every second of his lack of mercy on your cunt. He makes sure to make your clit sensitive, running the ridges of his teeth against it and making sure to suck it until you start crying or begging him to pay attention to your fluttering hole which is clamping around nothing but the occasional stubble that is being grinded into the sensitive skin of your lips. He intends to be an asshole even while giving you everything you want. He doesn't even give you the chance to complain, keeping your body to busy to even register his actions at times, your mind blank from the hazy morning edging. Only whines and moans leaving your lips and he doesn't even attempt to stop until you're messy, cunt dripping from squirting all over his face, legs shaking around his shoulders but even then he doesn't stop. Cleaning up your inner thighs with his tongue and spreading the mess back into your cunt, fingers curling up into you until you're overstimulated by his relentless teasing and begging for him to fill you up.

Brian put his fingers in your mouth when he bottoms out in one go, tip catching your womb and grazing your g-spot leaving you breathless. He already knows his angles and you are always far too sensitive for him even during the night. But it's morning now, he's enjoying your face as it scrunches up from him pushing in too deep. He does it on purpose just for you to beg him to stop. He will still never even listen to your begs, maybe only slightly but he'll keep going, maybe just pulling you closer so you can beg in his ear instead while he shapes your cunt back to the shape of his dick like every other night. But your so pliant, submissive in the morning. You're not struggling like the night time and he's most definitely taking so much advantage of that. Rough slapping of his hips against the fat of your ass as he uses you. His hand is back on the bruised place on your throat, bruise so permanent that you don't remember your neck being without it. He's snapping into you, even as he fills you up for the first time, his pace never stopping. The only thing alarming you of him cumming was the couple of seconds of stuttering hips, but just as the orgasmic feeling left him he was already back it. Enjoying the creamy ring of his cum as he filled you up again and again.

You know he's getting close to fully finishing when he starts to get vocal with you. Degrading praises of how wet you are for him the only thing driving his dick into your dilated womb. Cum smeared across both of your pelvises. He can't help but look at you now, holding your legs over your head just so he can pass by the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and he praises you so much when you both cum together the last time. He actually starts being nice for those couple of moments that you think are him stopping. He's kissing your tits and nicely sucking your hardened nipples into his mouth but it's your fault. All those hums of satisfaction just bringing him back to thought of all his cum leaking, he just wants to make sure you keep it all in at first. Yet minutes pass and he's back to making sure your plugged and filled once more.

Maybe he should start eating breakfast with you in the morning.