#timothy wright x reader

[bingobongocheerio]

Masky: Some people are like slinkies.

(Y/N): What?

Masky: Not really good for anything but it puts a smile on your face when pushed down the stairs.

(Y/N): ...

(Y/N): Please don't push Toby down the stairs.

Masky: You can't stop me.

[iicarused]

re-watched marble hornets and all i could think of is holding tim’s hand and being that girlfriend he met back in college because you made him feel normal and how you urged him to do the audition with brian and how he would be such a careful lover but then you would slowly watch him become corrupted after meeting jay and the absolute anger afterwards when he breaks things off and

[mythicalmyles]

Cody and Tim don’t get to work together much, but when they do they make a dream team.

(TW: Sub!Male!Reader, Drug use(Weed) also reader is lightly drugged by cody, Noncon, Threats, Knife kink, degredation, feminisation, cuck masky, nipple play, spit roasting, noncon filming)

Things had been weird in your town for a while now, it was a rather large town but still a decent amount of people knew each other. It was completely surrounded by a forest with miles and miles before the next civilization. There had been a lot of murders lately, people killed in their beds. Some while out with friends.

Things were tense between your college class, everyone on edge after four dorms had been broken into. Seven students had also lost kidneys. Rumours of a cannibal fled throughout the city, from the workplace to the classrooms panicked words had spread.

You and your friends had found some news clippings about an old abandoned asylum in the woods from the local library. Your eldest friend Arron had had the bright idea of going to it, you had all stupidly agreed.

You tried not to scream when a hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, twisting around quick enough to give yourself whiplash. "Woah! Calm down man." Arron chuckled, pulling back with his arms raised. "You shouldn't scare people like that." He at least had the decency to look apologetic, hand coming up to mess with his light brown hair. "Yeah, dick move." A feminine voice suddenly spoke up, smacking him on the shoulder. Lauren’s eyebrows were furrowed, plucked thin. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, chunky highlights a stark blonde against her natural dark hair. She crossed her arms, looking at the forest and pursing her lips.

You could feel the nervousness dripping off of her, surprised she had even came. "Hey guys." You turned to the other voice before you could answer Lauren, her girlfriend and her little brother fast approaching. Aaliyah was short and full of sunshine, a polar opposite to the asshole persona her lover put on for everyone. After you exchanged greetings you began making your way into the forest, tightening your bag against your shoulder.

It had taken almost an hour of walking and you were ready to call it quits, chest feeling tighter with every step. "God, stop for a minute." You called out, swinging your bag off of your shoulders and dropping to your knees. You began unzipping the bag and pulling out your rolling stuff. "Well, thank god I'm not the only one." Lauren called out with relief, dropping her Juicy couture bag to the forest floor. She squatted down to sort her own rolling stuff, it wasn't long before the rest of the group followed suit.

Despite everyone's different styles this one habit brought you all together. You had met in high school when ditching, there was a spot a lot of the stoners went to. It wasn't long before you began running into each other, going from small talk to talking about your deepest fears and biggest dreams.

Once you were all sorted you stood back up. "Look, it's not much farther I swear." Arron pleaded, desperate to see inside of the hospital. The rest of you relented and followed him, hoping he was right. You took a large drink of water from the bottle you had taken from your bag, grateful for the soothing liquid against your throat.

LAKEVILLE ASYLUM

Ten minutes later and there it was. In all it's glory. It looked old as hell with decrepit walls and smashed windows. The sign was almost illegible against the gate. "God, there's gonna be creeps in there." Aaliyah's panicked voiced kicked in, you and Arron looked at each other before looking at Lauren and Jake. "You wanna go back?" Lauren looked concerned, but you knew she was also looking for an out. You couldn't deny your stomach twisted just looking at the building.

Aaliyah nodded and that was that, Lauren grabbed her hand and they waved goodbye. The three of you exchanged looks before nodding at each other. Arron was the one to push open the gates, you got a few steps in before you light up your joint, the smell of weed flooding through the vicinity.

"You just can't wait." Arron chided, shaking his head. You stuck your tongue out at him before taking a deep inhale, mouth already drying up. You lazily tagged behind them as they pushed forwards, the doors were loud and scratched the floor as they were swung them open. They were just as loud as they swung closed, slamming against the frame.

The building was large, and surprisingly the floor was clean. It was stained but there was no debris, it gave you a weird feeling. You expected more mess, instead you brushed off your feelings. "I'm going up stairs." You nodded towards the steps. "Okay, i wanna go this way." Jake followed him, you rolled your eyes and made your way upstairs.

Your feet were heavy against the steps, assuming the place was empty. Arron and Jakes voice faded as you got farther apart. You wandered past two rooms before making your way to the farthest, orange filling the room. A smile crept over your face as you made your way to the window, it was old, rusty and made a horrendous noise when you pushed it up You sat on your knees, arms resting on the sill as you relight your joint.

The sun was pretty as it set over the forest, casting a comforting glow across the trees. Sudden screams had you jumping and smacking your head of the window, falling back and wincing as you clutched your head. Once you got over the pain the sounds of your friends screaming bloody murder burst through your ears.

You leapt up quickly, stopping dead in your tracks when you came face to face with a rather large man. His head cocked to the side, staring at you. Blue googles hid his eyes, a grey half gas mask obstructing his mouth. Your eyes darted around, almost crying in joy at spotting another door. You had no choice. You bolted for the door.

A large body slammed into you, throwing you up against the wall. You barley had time to groan in pain before hands wrapped around your neck. You could see yourself in his goggles, mouth dropped open and eyes wide.

Your hands wrapped tightly around his wrists, trying to pry him off. He was much stronger, ripping a hand away and digging into his pocket. He grinned down at you as he pulled out a needle, he used his teeth to rip the cap off. Before you could think farther you raised your knee up, slamming him in the balls just as the needle slid into you.

You felt some of it inter into you, brain panicking as a small fog began to set. You ran as fast as you could, body wobbling as you darted further into the building. You could hear him cursing as he stood back up, he sounded terrifying as he shouted about gutting you.

You could feel your mind getting hazy, finding it harder to make your body run. You darted into another room once you stopped hearing noise, a heavy door coming into sight. The room gave off a horrifying energy but you shook it off, you already had who knows how many psychopaths chasing you. You prayed for your friends despite their previous screams of pain.

It took everything you had to pry the door open, stomach churning when you came face to face with a table. It was angled so that whoever was on it was almost sitting up. It also had restraints on it, old thick leather.

You heard whistling and footsteps approaching, tears finally beginning to drop from your eyes as you quickly and quietly hid behind the door. You kept your hand pressed tight to your mouth, letting your body lean against the wall. You prayed to every god you could think of that he’d look elsewhere.

Suddenly you heard more footsteps, your fingers digging into your cheeks. Trying desperately to hold back your cries. It sounded like a group. You were fucked, that was all that you could think as you leaned against the wall shaking.

You really regretting hitting that guy in the balls now. You should’ve complied until a better time. Too late now.

You could feel your head lull, adrenaline wearing off. The fast beating of your heart had sent whatever he had injected you with flowing through your body quicker. Both hands grasped at your mouth when footsteps began coming your way. “If you find that bitch i get him first.” A deep nasally voice spat out. It sounded like the guy you had hit. Someone else chuckled and you heard one of the footsteps leave.

Every step sent a pang to your heart, it almost felt as if a heart attack would take you first before the intruder got near. Tears rained down when a man walked through the door, cocky and without a fear. He was much larger than the other, broad shoulders and strong. You didn’t stand a chance if he saw you.

He seemed to focus on the bed for a moment, for a moment you thought you were free. Until a hand wrapped around your arm and dragged you out from behind the door, his face was hidden behind a white mask, it looked rather feminine despite his rather gruff exterior. “Ple-please don’t h-hurt me.” You whispered out, shaking under his stare. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?” His voice was deep and husky, a gloved hand coming to run down your face. You flinched at his touch and received a chuckle in response, his hand suddenly grabbing your face.

You tried your best not to react as he stared into you, he suddenly chuckled, grabbed your shirt and dragged you over to the metal bed. You struggled against him, failing to pry yourself away. He shoved you onto the bed, pinning you down with his weight as he shoved your wrists into the restraints. He didn’t bother securing your legs, taking another moment to stare at you as you sobbed and twisted against the metal table.

Your begging fell on deaf ears as he turned and left the room, leaving you alone with your overactive mind. In your struggle your jumper had ridden up, exposing your stomach. You hadn’t paid much mind, intent on trying to break out of the cuffs that had started to bruise your skin.

“Isn’t this a pathetic sight?” Your head snapped towards the voice, fear written on your face as you stared into goggles. “Fuh-fuck i’m s-sorry." You choked out trying to scramble as far as you could.

He pulled something out of his pocket, looking you in the eye as he flicked it open. The knife glinted in what little light that came from the windows above, left over rays dancing in. “You’ve been a naughty boy.” He hummed, knife suddenly pressing against your stomach. “God no, please.” You sobbed out, body frozen in place.

“You wasted my needle.” He growled, blade digging into your (s/t) skin. You scrunched your eyes shut, feeling the blade slide through your skin. He didn’t go deep but when you opened your eyes you could see your blood beading up before breaking and staining your skin.

You had never felt more powerless in your life, strapped to a table with masked up men either side of you. Both men watched your cut bleeding, the white masked one going as far as to stretch the skin, his gloves cold against your skin. You cursed every decision that had ever crossed your mind, regretting ever finding those news papers.

Suddenly the man with the gas mask slid his hand up your stomach, pushing your jumper up. You couldn’t help but gasp as the cold shot up your chest, nipples hardening. You tried to fight the flush that was desperate to crawl up your neck but the heat on your face told you otherwise.

You jolted when cold leather pressed against one of your buds, jaw dropping as your eyes snapped up to the guy. He used his free hand to shove his goggles up, green eyes staring down at you. He tugged down his gas mask, smirking down at you. He had a few chipped teeth, you clearly weren’t the first to fight back. “Maybe we keep this one.” The way he spoke about you was nauseating, like you were a puppy on the side of the road. Before you could think of anything to say he suddenly grabbed your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

The loud moan that tore through your lips left scathing shame in its wake, you bit your lip roughly to hold back anymore. You had no idea you were so sensitive there.

“You can call me Cody, thats Masky.” He pinched harder when you kept your lips sealed. “Say it.” He froze, voice terrifying as his eyes cut into yours. “Co-Cody! Mah-Masky.” You choked out, receiving a smirk. Masky also pulled his mask off, dark eyes staring down at you. His chubby face was lined with stubble, his lack of care evident. You guessed murderers had better things to do.

Masky unbuckled your bet despite your pleas, if anything it seemed to spur him on. Of course he was a pervert. His empty eyes sucked you in, keeping you locked in place. You almost sobbed when your half hard cock was released, Masky smirking up at you. “What a slut. Already hard and all you did was play with his tits.” You shook your head, denying that his words had your cock twitching.

You hadn’t jacked off in a few months, you chalked the sensitivity upto that and cursed yourself. Masky wrapped his gloved hand around your cock, relishing in the whine he pulled from you. He sloppily jacked you off while Cody wrapped one of his lips around your nipple, sucking on the bud roughly.

You couldn’t help as your body twisted, the foreign feeling of another touching your body was something new to you. Sure you had kissed, made out with a couple of people but nothing ever close to anything like this.

It felt overwhelming, multiple hands grabbing at your body. Touching you everywhere. Even if you escaped you were sure their touch was going to be burned into your flesh. “Sto-op.” You choked out one more desperate plea. “Yeah? I don’t think you want that. Look at how hard you are.” His thumb rubbed against your head, leaving you choking and bucking your hips.

Cody grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye. “You’re loving this, slut, just admit it.” He pried your jaw open, spitting into your mouth. A moan spilled from your mouth before you could stop it, Cody chuckling as he studied your blown out pupils. He shoved three of his digits into your mouth. “This the only lube you’re getting.” His tone was stern, spurring you to start licking and sucking his fingers. They were salty against your tongue, rough callouses across his hand.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, smirking at your obedience. “Spread your legs.” You looked up at him pleading. “Trust me princess, you don’t want to piss him off more than you already have.” Your cheeks light up with heat in response to the nickname.

You fought your instincts, shaky legs sliding up and parting. Masky yanked your jeans and boxers further down, letting you open up more. All you could do was stare at the celling and take deep breathes. “Good boy.” Cody grinned, hand threading into your hair. Sudden hands on your ass had your mind reeling, pleading again for them to stop.

You could feel the cold air caressing your hole, drawing a whimper. Masky’s leather clad hands dug into your flesh, holding you open. Neither made a move for a moment, the eyes on your exposed body driving you insane. Suddenly you felt a finger pressing against your hole, your legs almost slammed shut, only being stopped by Masky’s strong hands holding them open.

Cody rubbed your hole, holding eye contact with you. Just when your body began to relax he suddenly pushed his finger past your ring, you gasped and began struggling again. “N-no! Ple-please!” You begged again, hands desperately pulling at your restraints. He began fucking you with the digit, relishing in every gasp and groan he pulled. “A-ah! No!” You called out, feeling him push another digit into you. He ignored you, quickly slamming his fingers into you, searching for your prostate.

Your hands balled into fists, mouth going slack as your prostate was assaulted by someone who had likely just murdered your friends. Your brain felt like it was melting, sobbing when a third finger slid into you. “Oh! G-god!” You felt yourself call out, twisting in their grasp as you felt your orgasm build.

As if he knew Masky suddenly grabbed your cock, eating up your shriek as your orgasm was cut off. Your hips bucked up begging for friction as a dry orgasm tore through your body. You flopped back, gasping and shaking as Cody’s fingers slammed into your prostate. You started begging, for what you didn’t know. Whether it was for them to stop it or to keep going you couldn’t tell anymore.

You whined when he pulled his fingers out, stomach summersaulting. Suddenly Cody began undoing the leather straps holding you down, he barely gave you a moment to look at the damage done to your wrists before he was pulling you off of the bed. “You’re a virgin right?” He whispered into your ear, wrapping his body around you. His lips ghosted against your ear, making sure you heard every word. You let out a sob before nodding.

Masky hopped up onto the bed, seeming content to watch as Cody toyed with you. You flushed knowing the other male was watching you, his dark eyes looking over your body. Cody’s hand felt large against your throat, his fingers teasingly squeezing the sides of your neck.

His hands slithered down your body, taking their time to stop and play with your nipples. Cody adored the way you sobbed with shame, his cock rock hard against your ass. He grabbed your leg, lifting it to your chest. You whimpered, it was almost crushing having your leg smushed against your chest. His free hand went to guide his cock to your hole, you could feel him rub his bulging cock against your hole. You tried holding back your moans as you felt him drag his cock against your hole, teasing you.

You let out a panicked yell when he began pressing into you, choking your words in your mouth when he finally breached you. You sobbed heavily as he began pushing in, it felt like he was going to split you apart. He didn’t stop until he was buried balls deep, nails digging into the flesh of your thigh causing blood to bead. Your body dropped into his hold, shaking and sobbing as you took your first cock. This wasn’t how you had ever thought it would go. He let your leg fall further down his arm, squeezing the skin when his now free hand wrapped around your neck. You wailed when he roughly pulled out only to slam as deep as he could, tears rolling down your cheeks as his cock bullied its way inside of you. He targeted your prostate, holding you up as you moaned.

You couldn’t help but make eye contact with Masky, jaw dropped open while you moaned. You could feel your eyes rolling back, sobbing as you felt your orgasm return. “Ngh! Please!” Your voice was horse, choking on your own saliva. Suddenly Cody stopped, just before you came. You sobbed in his arms as your body shook, orgasm retreating. “Baby, you only cum when i say so.” If he hadn’t just murdered your friends you probably would’ve melted at the oddly sweet tone he put on.

He pulled out, leaving you confused and standing on unsteady feet. “Get on your knees.” Masky suddenly commanded, going straight to your cock. You felt sick despite complying.

You dropped to your knees, looking up at him as he smirked over you. A hand on your neck shoved you forwards, hands slapping against the floor as you caught yourself. Cody’s hands were back on your hips, digits digging into your flesh. “Fuck. I could come just seeing this alone.” Cody smirked, hand wrapped around his cock as he openly stared down at your ass. He slid back in, with less resistance this time. Although you still wrapped tightly around his cock, he could get even deeper in this position. It almost felt like he was actually rearranging your guts, forcing his cock as deep as he could get. “Say you love my cock.” He groaned, loosing patience quickly. His hands bounced when he slapped your ass, biting his lip watching as red spread across your flesh. “I-i love your co-cock!” You gasped out before he could land another. “Good girl.” You hated the fact your cock twitched with his degrading words.

Masky suddenly dropped to his knees infront of you, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock. It was insane, both were larger than any cock you had seen in porn. Masky’s hands were harsh as they tangled into your hair. “Open your mouth.” You complied with his request, sticking your tongue out. He chuckled, hand wrapped around his cock as he began jacking off infront of you. He’d push his cock against your tongue, groaning when his head would slide against it.

He lost patience quickly, shoving his cock into your mouth. You choked around it, trying to pull away and failing. While Masky fucked your mouth Cody slide back into you, relishing in the way you squealed around Masky’s cock. “H-hows this slut? All your holes stuffed full. B-bet you love it you whore. That’s it, take it like a good boy.” You could feel your mind withering away, moaning around the cock in your mouth as your ass was pounded into.

“F-fuck. His throats so tight.” Masky groaned out, deep throating you on his cock. You could feel your own drool dripping down your chin like a fountain, sobbing as Cody made it his life goal to slam into your prostate. You felt weak as the men used you for their pleasure, complete disregard for your feelings and thoughts.

“G-gonna keep you locked up. Yeah! Nice ‘n ready for my cock.” Cody babbled, balls slamming into yours as he railed you in doggy. You panicked as another orgasm began to build up, pleasure shooting up through your spine. You hated to admit it, but being hunted and then fucked roughly was doing more for you than you cared to admit.

Suddenly Masky began slamming harder into yours mouth, your drool being forced back down your throat and choking you. All you could do was look at him, begging with your eyes. “Im cuming down that pretty fuckin’ throat.” He barked out before fulfilling his promise, his cum was thick and salty as it shot down your throat. You thought you were gonna choke before he pulled out, the rest of his cum shooting over your face.

Cody wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you up against his chest as he fucked into you like a machine. You sounded like a mess, moaning and screaming as he pistoned into you. “Tell me y-you love my cock.” He growled again, sliding his arm around your throat and putting you into a headlock for better leverage. “Ah! Lov-love it! Fuck m-me plea-please!” You sobbed out orgasm slamming into you now that you weren’t so distracted by Masky’s thick cock ramming down your throat. You felt your cock explode, your own jizz shooting up your chest and hitting you in your own face.

Masky laughed, pure psychotic glee shining in his eyes. You looked so cute, with your own cum dripping from your chin while his colleague plowed your guts. Cody didn’t last much longer with having you tightening up around his cock, despite your overstimulated cries he shoved you back down, holding you by the neck as he fucked you into the ground. “Tha-thats it slut, take what i give you.” He growled, burying deep as he spilled his seed into you. All you could do was whine as he pulled out, sobbing as reality came crashing back around you.

A sudden chuckle had you freezing, before you shot your attention over to the door. Horror set in when two more men came into view, one’s face was obstructed by black fabric with messily red stitched eyes and a frown. He held a camera between his hands which only added to your horror. You couldn’t tell but you had a feeling he was eyeing you up as he hit play on the camera, your debauched moans echoing back to you through the speakers. The man beside him suddenly slammed his head to the side, a sickening crack echoing the room.

“N-nice toy.” Was all you heard before blacking out, body overwhelmed.

[creeps-writes-creepypastas]

could you write creepypastas of your choice x Proxy Reader?

Sure I can! But please be specific for future reference as I wasn’t really sure what to do, so I went with general relationship headcanons with my favorite creep, Tim/Masky.

Masky/Tim

🔪 Tim loves to complain about Alex and the things he did during marble hornets, just like Brian

🔪Masky only really fronts during missions, and rarely does he come out when he’s not on missions

🔪Tim likes to spend quality time with you a lot

🔪Masky will sometimes just creepily watch you from a corner in your home if you don't live in the mansion, if you do, then he’ll probably just trail behind you when your walking around

🔪I’m sorry but tim is that annoying guy at parties who’ll play the guitar for people

🔪Still has nightmares about the whole “marble hornets” thing

🔪Him and masky can talk to each other in their headspace so you’ll sometimes see Tim and/or masky slightly breathing out a laugh at something the other said

🔪 If your dating Tim then your dating masky, same thing vice versa, there's no escaping it, your stuck with both of them

🔪Tim is very gentle with you, while masky, whos used to being the one to complete the missions, is a bit more head on and straight forward

🔪Tim isn’t an “UwU” soft boy though and won't hesitate to get violent, not specifically to you, just in general

🔪When masky is angry all he sees is red

🔪Most of the time, normally when missions are few and far between, Masky and Tim will co-front

🔪 It honestly not hard to tell whos speaking or doing something at the moment though

🔪They have rapid switched in the past, and they’ve come out of it delirious and not knowing whos in control of the body, sometimes they’ll even forget who is fronting

🔪They know they can talk to each other but they’ll leave little notes around filling in the other of what was going on before they switched, just to show you what the other knows and what, if anything, you need to tell them

[itsmeeleanorstill]

Could you do Tim wright as a father figure hcs? Just like a father figure to an emo teenager hehe but they act all hyper. Like they r rlly rlly shy at first but then sarcastic and hyper when you get to know them✨

Authors note: i think you are the same person who requested the same thing on my other account and i remember saying no but am gonna put on my big girls shoes and stop begin a pussy and just do it am sorry if i misunderstood anything about your request

Warnings: nothing just me saying curse words but thats the usual

I think Tim would be the most fucking awsome dad ever

I think he would be a bit very akward with you if you are shy because he would not know what to do to make you feel better around him but hes trying all the time by asking you to come watch tv with him or just small things like that

When it comes to your style begin emo hes a typical parent and hes an old fashioned guy and i think almost all of the fandom agress with that he does not understanding your style and i dont think he would like your style eather but he would be suportive about it tho sometimes small comments on it but nothing bad just like

"Are you going out like that?"

Dont you need a haircut? your hair is basicly in your face"

"You gonna wear that out? Okay am just asking"

You begin sarcastic would anoy him a bit but he wont say anything about it he kinda does not have any right to say anything bad about the way you act but he will say sassy comments about stuff and you two would just say stuff to eachother like that as like a love languages and i think thats really beutifull

OVERPROTECTIVE DAD

He wants you to be far away from the whole operator shit and alex and everything

Also he works a lot but he tries to make time for you and just be there for you wich sometimes fails

He haves days where hes just way too tired and stressed to really say anything to you and just do anything basicly but you just need to give him time at those days

[stnkiconverse]

Hello!! I wanted to ask if you could do Jeff, Masky, Hoodie and Ben (adult/fandom version of Ben and all separated) how would they react if their love didn't like the smell of cigarettes? (Because from what I know they all smoke ;3)

That's it! I love your writings they are so good to read <3

Luv u ^^

Smoker Creeps x Reader who doesn’t like the smell of smoke/weed.

J E F F T H E K I L L E R (cigarettes & weed)

- Instantly defensive when you bring it up. Not because he cares that much, but because he hates being told what to do :3

- "Oh, you don't like it? Damn. That's crazy." Proceeds to light up anyway.

- Expect him to make it your problem for at least a while. Blows smoke near you just to see you react. "That bad, huh?" Grinning like an asshole (i hate him 😒/j)

- If you really press him about it, he gets irritated. "You're acting like I pissed on the floor or something."

- But over time? He starts adjusting slightly without making a big deal out of it :p

- Won't smoke directly around you.

- Steps outside more.

- Maybe switches to edibles instead of smoking weed if you really complain.

- If you ever joke that he already smells like blood and sweat without the cigarettes, he'll flip you off but secretly be self-conscious. Might start chewing gum more. (not that he'll admit it)

T I M / M A S K Y (only cigarettes)

- Doesn't react much.

- You tell him you hate the smell of cigarettes, and he just gives a neutral nod, and goes “Okay.”

- He's been smoking for years, He's not quitting, but he respects your space.

- Always smokes outside 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

- Blows the smoke away from you. (If you’re near)

- If you mention it lingering on him, he washes his hands and changes shirts before coming near you (he hates doing it because it’s just giving you both more laundry to do, but he loves you 😫😫)

- The only time he gets annoyed is if you keep pushing him to quit. "I heard you the first time."

- If you're genuinely concerned for his health instead of just complaining, he might cut back a little :p

- He won't say anything about it, but you'll notice he smokes less often when you're around.

- If you say he tastes like an ashtray when he kisses you, he'll scoff but maybe pop in a mint next time. Maybe.

B R I A N / H O O D I E (cigarettes & weed)

- Smirks when you bring it up. "Damn. That's rough for you." Proceeds to exhale smoke dramatically (he’s so annoying >:(/j)

- Like Tim, he won't quit, but he won't push it on you either.

- Big on compromise. He's the type to be like, "Alright, I won't smoke inside if you stop giving me that look every time l smoke."

- If you hate the weed smell more than cigarettes, he'll just switch to edibles. "Doesn’t hit the same, but it’s more efficient."

- If you hate both, he sighs but starts covering the smell better.

- Sprays his hoodie more,

- Chews gum,

- & starts smoking outside.

- If you complain while he's high, he laughs his ass off. "You're literally mad at a plant right now."

B E N D R O W N E D (only weed)

- Fake betrayal. "Wait, you don't like the smell? Damn. Thought we were cool." Clutches chest dramatically (😒)

- Ngl- he's lazy as hell. He won't stop smoking weed, but he'll try to adjust in the easiest way possible.

- maybe opens a window,

- or uses a fan.

- Hotboxes his room instead of the whole house 😭😭

- If you really can't stand it, he might switch to edibles instead. But he's gonna complain.

- "Do you know how much more expensive these are?"

- "See what I do for you?" Says this while waving around his weed gummy.

- If you whine about it too much, he blows smoke in your face on purpose. "C'mon, it’s a plant."

- Laughing while you glare at him. (I’d break up w him right there 😭😭)

So basically:

- Jeff → Defensive at first, but low-effort adjustments over time. Won't quit but will smoke away from you more.

- Tim → Doesn't stop but respects your space. Only gets annoyed if you nag.

- Brian → Compromises easily, switches to edibles if needed. Still makes jokes about it.

- Ben → Lazy stoner behavior. Might swap to edibles, but expect complaints.

Sorry for making u wait so long 😔😔

Hope this was good enough tho!!

[totheseus]

TIM WRIGHT SENSE HEADCANONS

ft. Tim (Masky) Wright

Coffee stained teeth.

Jacket reeks of cigarette smoke.

Speaking of his jacket, probably contains small trinkets like can tabs in the pockets.

Really just smells like black coffee all around.

Super calloused hands.

Kinda rough skin.

Slight stubble, aside from the sideburns.

Smells like old leather and sweat, too.

Really warm. Walking heating unit.

Oddly, really nice eyelashes.

Moles for days.

Stubby nails.

Very self indulgent. I love old man stink.

[jad0re-g0re]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 + 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐲/𝐓𝐢𝐦 ۶ৎ

Random head canons for tim/masky (if it sucks that's just because I'm not good at romance and what not so take it with a grain of salt and spare me 💀)

Cw: mentions of alcohol, abusive relationship along with violence and implied sex (nothing explicit ) (being clear there is no romantic implications for masky, he is genuinely awful if your into that then okay?? Also why? 😭)

Tim loves softly. He always has.

Even when it was hard.He loves like he’s trying to remember how like it’s buried somewhere deep beneath the static, under the trauma and lost time.

Breathing in your perfume, hand in your still soapy, wet hair,the smoke on his clothes, the dirt on his jeans, the grease on his scalp.

The stubble between every kiss.

The warmth of a calloused palm on the back of your neck.He knows how to love you, even when he tells himself he doesn’t deserve to.

He’s the man who holds your hand under the table, brushing his thumb over yours when your breathing stutters. He recognizes panic. He’s lived in it.

He’s always crawling back to you, more ragged than before.Scraped knuckles. Dark circles. Shaky apologies.

He brings takeout like roses, like offerings at an altar.

Wishing he could’ve been the nice college boy your mother dreamed of—the one who played ball with your dad in the front yard.But he’s not.

He’s got burn scars and blackout memories and a fear he won’t ever be whole again.Still, you let him in.

Again and again.

Late nights spent with beer on his lips and his fingers in your hair. Whether it’s comfort or craving, you never ask.

You just pull him closer.Your face is buried in the nape of his neck, his arms tight around your waist.

The only thing illuminating the room is the TV playing reruns of Martha Stewart, soft light flickering across the walls.

Amy Winehouse hums from the speaker.

Neither of you speak. Her voice fills the silence like a lullaby.

But Tim isn’t listening. Not really.His eyes are on you.

Because in a world where he doesn’t trust his own mind You’re the only thing that feels real.

(maskys portion so heed my warning )

Things are not the same in the morning.

The bed is empty. The sheets are cold. A bottle of whiskey stands where he should be.

You knew what would happen. And so did he.

Maybe that’s why you had to fight your way into his world,clawing through his static, forcing your way through the cracks in his silence.

Jekyll isn’t himself unless he has his Hyde. And Masky is always Hyde.

Masky is not your lover. Not your boyfriend.

You don’t want him, not really. But he keeps showing up, and you keep letting him in.

Maybe that means something. Maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s nothing.

He reeks of cheap oil, gasoline, and something metallic like blood left out too long. His voice is a damaged record, glitchy and hoarse, laced with phlegm and static.

His laugh comes from the gut, but it’s never warm. It’s hollow, like boots on wet concrete.

His name is poison on your tongue, but you still say it.

He never knocks. He never asks.

He just shows up; gloved hands pulling at your shirt, breath hot against your neck, boots still muddy from God-knows-what.

He holds you like a chokehold. Kisses like an exhale of gunpowder. His hands used to be soft. Now they grab. Grope. Bruise.

Lust or love,it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t pretend to know the difference. Neither do you anymore.

He is the silence between your sobs. The crack in your ribs. He calls you “sweetheart” like an insult.

When he leaves, he doesn’t say goodbye. He leaves behind the stink of his presence, the ache in your hips, and the stutter in your breath.

The house feels wrong when he’s gone,but worse when he’s here.

He never stays long. Just long enough to make sure you’ll miss him. Just long enough to remind you he can come back whenever he wants.

And every time he does, you're a little smaller. A little quieter.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Chapter Nine || Hitchhiker || The Proxies

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: fluffy sex, shower sex, overstimulation?, squirting, Brian’s a simp sorry not sorry

a/n: enjoy this fluff while it last ;)

The calm pitter patter of rain drew Tim away from his slumber.

He was groggy as he woke up, his vision hazy as he tried to remember the events of the night before. He scanned his surroundings, recognizing your room in an instant. He looked down, realizing he was entangled in your sheets as you slept peacefully beside him.

You were covered in hickies and bruises, your body free of any clothing but littered in marks. Tim frowned at the sight, his fingertips lightly tracing the bruises in the shape of his fingers that lined your waist. His simple touch stirred you out of your sleep, your eyes blinking awake slowly. “Hi,” You whispered. You seemed so content. So okay with the fact Masky had hurt you. Tim sat up fully. “Hi,” He mumbled. He scratched the back of his neck, swallowing as you yawned. You sat up, stretching your arms. The sheet fell down your chest, your breast exposed and nipples perky from the cool air.

“I’m glad you slept. You were out like a light,” You say. You paused, remembering it was Masky who left you with a sexual relieved afterglow. “Or he was. I’m just glad you got some sleep,” You say. You threw the covers off of you, pulling yourself out of bed. You headed over towards the bathroom, opening the door. You were completely naked, Tim’s face flushing red at the sight of your ass giggling with each step you took. He could hear you turning on the shower, the water hitting the tub below. You peaked out of the bathroom door, your hair tangled and a mess.

“Wanna join me?”

Your question was simple. Sweet even. Unsurely Tim rose out of bed, remembering how Masky had handled you. Tim didn’t deserve you. He knew you were satisfied, pleased even, with last nights events. But you deserved to be worshipped and respected. Masky fucked you like a wild animal. It made Tim’s stomach churn when he saw another bruise on your ass, in the shape of his handprint.

“Um sure,” Tim said uneasily. He crawled out of your bed, following you into your cramped bathroom. You stood on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tim couldn’t understand why you were so content. You were practically glowing. You brought your face closer to his, Tim swallowing as he moved his head back. “Tim? Are you alright?” You asked. The subtle differences between his and Masky’s behavior were becoming more obvious now that you knew the truth. The steam from the shower began to cloud the bathroom, but it couldn’t conceal your swollen lips and marked neck.

“I’m sorry I can’t do this,” Tim uttered. He dashed out of the bathroom, running face first into Brian. The taller male raised his eyebrows, the both of you watching Tim as he ran over to your bed. You noticed the same eerie proxy symbol tatted on his left shoulder, a detail you hadn’t noticed before. Tim shrugged on his shirt, covering the mark before you could study it more. “Tim wait don’t go,” You protested. You grabbed a towel, wrapping yourself and marching up to your bed. Tim couldn’t describe to you the guilt he felt, knowing that he in some way contributed to your harm.

His eyes flickered up to Brian, who was trying his hardest not to obviously look at you. “Take care of her Bri. I need space,” Tim huffed. Tim shrugged his jacket on, before storming out of the room. You turned to Brian, whose face was so red you would’ve thought he had actually watched you and Masky had sex. You awkwardly held your towel, the two of you avoiding eye contact. “So,” You said plainly. Brian awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, avoiding looking at you. “So, you know everything don’t you?” Brian asked. You could hear the sound of the shower water hitting the tile, the steam beginning to roam into your bedroom.

“What gave it away?” You countered. Brian took a step towards you, tilting your head to the side to examine your neck. “Tim would never leave you covered in marks like this. Definitely was Masky,” Brian concluded. You shrugged, pulling your face away. “Yeah well, I enjoyed every second of it. I don’t know why Tim’s so hostile,” You grumbled. Brian pulled his hand away, a rumble of thunder making your apartment shake ever so slightly. “Not hostile, try afraid. Masky’s the ruthless killer. You really think Tim wants his hands on you?” Brian asked. You thought about it, the situation more complicated than you had originally thought. “I suppose not,” You gathered. You raised an eyebrow as you looked at Brian, “Do you feel the same way about Hoodie?”

Brian’s face went a bit pale, the memory of Hoodie stealing your dirty panties flooding his mind. “More or less,” Brian answered dryly. You glanced behind you, paying more attention to your shower still running. “Do you want to join me?” You asked shyly, finally meeting Brian’s gaze. Brian gave you a smile, shrugging his hoodie over his head. “Lead the way,” He replied. You did as instructed, dropping your towel and stepping inside of the warm shower. The warm water washed away all of the sweat and grime that occupied your pores, your shoulders finally relaxing.

Brian had never showered with anyone before. He wasn’t necessarily nervous, he just wasn’t entirely sure what you wanted. Then again, who ask someone to shower with them if they don’t want to fuck? “How are you holding up? Knowing everything and all?” Brian asked. You hummed as you tilted your head back, allowing the warm water to wet your hair. “I have a demon attached to me. I feel like i’m in a shitty paranormal activity movie,” You answered honestly. You closed your eyes, Brian’s gaze lingering to your exposed skin. He swallowed as you moved to the side, allowing him to step under the water. “It doesn’t bother you though? That we’ve done unforgivable things?” He asked, the dirt that stained his skin now washing away down the drain.

“It’s not exactly like you and Tim had a choice,” You say slowly. Brian turned around, his back muscles relaxing under the warm water. You noticed the same proxy symbol tatted on his back shoulder. “And Toby?” Brian asked. You didn’t respond for a moment, reaching over and pumping shampoo into your hands. “I’m not sure what I think of Toby,” You say quietly. You began to scrub the shampoo into your scalp, staring at Brian’s tattoo. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Brian asked. You brought your fingertips to his tattoo, tracing it lightly. “Did getting this hurt?” You questioned. You gathered more shampoo and began washing Brian’s hair as well. Brian wasn’t the biggest fan of tea tree mint shampoo, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“I don’t remember. None of us do. Getting marked, I mean,” Brian elaborated. He turned around, gently pushing your arms away. He brought his slender fingers to your scalp, massaging the shampoo into it deeper. “Toby has one too?” You asked. Brian nodded affirmatively. He guided you towards the water, washing the soap out of your hair. “His is on the palm of his right hand. The kid only nibbled through his left hand, not his right,” Brian explained. You sighed as you tried to relax, your muscles tensing back up. Brian’s hands wondered to your waist, tracing over the bruises Masky had left on you the night before. You grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand to cup your heat.

“You know we have massive problems to worry about right? Ones that could wind up with both of us in coffins?” Brian asked. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. “Right now all I want is to pick up where we left off,” You admitted. Brian used his spare hand to stroke your cheek, a bruise forming on the side of your face. You knew it was from Masky shoving you against the floor, but for all Brian knew he punched you. “Masky really did a number on you, didn’t he?” Brian asked. You met his gaze, your pupils blown with lust. “Maybe you can make me feel better,” You suggested. Brian knew there was bigger fish to fry. With you now knowing everything, the possibilities of problems were endless.

But as you stood in front of him, eyes glazed over with desire, your core throbbing for him. He couldn’t help but want to be selfish. Just this once, he wanted to do what he wanted. Not what The Operator wanted. Not what Tim or Masky wanted. Not what Hoodie wanted. What he wanted. “Fuck it,” Brian muttered. He brought his lips to yours, pushing you against the shower wall. “I’m gonna be careful with you. Know you’re fragile,” Brian grumbled against your lips. His kisses were hungry, like he was desperately waiting for this moment to happen. He began to draw slow circles around your clit, noticing how puffy your folds were from Masky’s abuse.

You whimpered, Brian’s lips straying from your own and traveling over to your ear. He nibbled at your earlobe, your body igniting to life as he toyed with you. “Such a good girl for me. You can cum for me, can’t you?” He whispered. He slowly slipped two of his fingers into your abused cunt, your walls tight around his digits as he pushed them in further. “Relax for me. You poor thing,” Brian cooed. His breath was hot against your ear, his spare hand slithering to your breast. He toyed with your nipples, pinching and prodding at them until they were perky enough to his liking. The pain slowly subsided into pleasure, his slender fingers curling upwards and hitting just the right spot.

Brian noticed your body relaxing, your gushy walls now eager for more as your juices coated his fingers. “There she is. There’s my good girl,” Brian praised, chuckling darkly at the sound of your groans. Your gummy walls clung to his fingers as he began to pump them into you faster. “It’s not fair i’m the last one that’s got you squirming underneath me like this,” Brian growled. You could feel his cock growing harder, his shaft poking your thigh. “You know what that means right? I have to make you cum the hardest,” Brian snickered mischievously. Your cunt was already sore, your folds puffy and red. You couldn’t stop your whimpers of his name, his fingers relentless against your g spot

“Fuckkk Brian,” You slurred. Brian grinned into your neck as his hand slithered to your throat, resting over the hickies Masky had left the night before. “That’s it. Fall apart on my fingers for me. Go on,” Brian encouraged. His hand remained wrapped around your throat, not to apply pressure but to hold you into place. The cord inside of you snapped unexpectedly, your vision turning white as you creamed on his fingers. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to listen to me, right?” Brian cooed mockingly. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“You sure you’re gonna be able to handle me sweetheart? You’re already shaking,” Brian pointed out. Your vision was hazy, the warm water making you dizzy. “Am not,” You argued weakly. Brian chuckled as he brought himself closer to you, kissing you deeply as the water dripped down his back. You snaked your way to his shaft, pumping it quickly. Brian groaned into your mouth, his cock noticeably longer than his partners. “Are you that desperate? Masky’s cock not enough?” Brian asked tauntingly.

“Want yours. Need yours,” You mewled. Brian ginned against your lips. “Jump for me,” He instructed. You did as he said, his strong hands holding you in place as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your back hit the cool marble tiles, Brian quick to rub his shaft up and down your folds. You shivered from the sensitivity, Brian slowly pushing himself inside of you. “Look pretty girl. Watch as your hungry cunt swallows my cock,” He ordered. You looked down, watching him shove himself in deeper. “You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” Brian asked. He brought his hand to your puffy clit, drawing circles around the bud as he pushed in deeper. “Y-yes!” You cried out. You gripped onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Cmon now. You can take it, look at that. Good girl,” He purred, his cock bottoming out inside of you. You could feel his tip brush against your g spot, your walls beginning to relax as he played with your clit. “That feel good?” Brian asked mockingly. You nodded profusely, tilting your head back. He began to slowly move his hips, fucking you against the shower wall. “Go f-faster. I can handle it,” You pleaded. You met Brian’s gaze, the two of you unable to conceal your sinful noises as he railed into you. “Oh fuck! You’re so deep,” You moaned. He began to fuck you faster, his hips merciless as he rammed into you. His cock abused your g spot as he pleased, your thighs trembling. His strong hands secured you into place, his face full of pride as he watched you take him.

“Cmon, make those pretty noises for me. Wanna hear you," Brian encouraged. You were a squirming mess under him, begging for more as he railed you against the wall. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your gaze finally meeting Brian's. "Awe you look so cute, so fucked out like this," He cooed. You could feel your nails digging deeper into Brian's chest as your orgasm came dangerously closer. "Bri- i'm gonna cum," You warned, biting your bottom lip. Brian put his hand back on your throat, lightly squeezing the sides. "Go on pretty girl. Cum. You deserve it," He praised. His words of affirmation sent you over the edge, your legs trembling as you came around his cock. Brian could feel himself getting close, his large hands setting you on the ground.

Your knees weak as you fell onto them, staring up at your caring lover. He jerked his cock in front of your face, your tongue flattening out across your bottom lip. Brian groaned as he came, water running down his chest and splashing onto your face. His seed dripped down onto your tongue, your eyes fluttering shut. You swallowed all of his cum without a second thought, your eyes meeting his. Brian took deep breaths, helping you to your feet. You were dazed, your hands going to wash the suds out of his hair. "Not so fast, Lets get you cleaned up," Brian told you. He grabbed your loofa, putting your body wash into the cloth. Your eyes closed as he washed your body, his large hands treating you as if you were fragile glass. "I'm fucked, aren't I?" You managed to ask, your mouth running dry. For a brief moment, the stressful situation had made a grand reappearance in your mind.

Brian washed between your breast, his eyes soaking in every inch of your skin. "I'm afraid you are sweetheart," He agreed. He lowered himself to his knees, his gaze landing on your abused cunt. He knew that it was wise to continue the serious conversation, but he wanted nothing more than to make you feel good. Brian wedged his way in between your thighs, licking a stripe up your folds. "Fuck Brian!" You cried out, your fingers raking through his soaking wet hair. You fell back against the tiled wall again, your legs shaking as he made himself at home in your folds.

He couldn’t get enough of your taste, his large hands keeping your thighs pried apart as he devoured your juices. You were addictive. Your cunt, your moans, the way you desperately pulled at his hair. You were his addiction. One that he couldn’t get enough of. You were close to cumming again, this time it felt different. You tried to close your legs, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. “Fucking fuck!” You moaned, your body releasing. Your body shook as you released on Brian’s face, your juices covering him. “Holy shit, I am so sorry, i’ve never done that before,” You rambled, your vision beginning to see spots. Brian was quick to notice how unstable you were, quickly rising to his feet.

“You squirting on my face has got to be the hottest thing i’ve ever seen,” Brian praised. He planted a kiss on your forehead, helping you stand upright. “Now let’s finish getting you cleaned up so you can rest,” He said softly. You allowed Brian to bathe you, his fingertips grazing across your skin so gently you thought he was treating you like glass. There were many problems that were coming. Ones that you knew would be life changing. Ones that couldn’t be ignored or overlooked once you stepped out of that shower. But as Brian gently massaged your conditioner into your scalp, the worry you had began to wash away, just as the suds did.

Because you knew, no matter what, you’d have your hitchhikers.

—> next chapter

[bingobongocheerio]

Slender: I need you all to swear-

Proxies & (Y/N): FUCK!

Slender: Shh! Like a promise!

Proxies & (Y/N): Ooh...

[chocoshrooms]

Fluff creepypasta headcanons?

:: FLUFF CREEPYPASTA HEADCANONS ::

• i do not own the image above •

NOTES ( i just went with adding random fluff headcanons of various creeps because i wasn’t too sure what to write exactly. hopefully this is what you wanted… but if not, feel free to request more! this took so long to get out, i’m sorry! life is a bit hectic sometimes but i still love to write when possible :) )

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:; brian will hold doors open for you, he lets you in the room before he enters himself no matter where you are. even when you are away from the manor/their homes! he also opens vehicle doors, too

:; toby and ben will remove anything from your hair that gets stuck, they’ll also adjust your hair if your hairstyle gets out of place. this gives them an excuse to gently touch you and they “look like a gentleman”

:; brian, ben, eyeless jack, dark link and toby always give their S/O a kiss goodbye no matter where they are going. you could literally be going outside to hangout on the porch and they will get a quick smooch in

:; eyeless jack, brian, kagekao, nina, and jane are probably the most comfiest to cuddle with.

jack is tall and big which gives you plenty of room to cuddle him from all angles or get comfy underneath him.

brian likes to wrap his arms around you and bring your bodies chest to chest, he’s also really warm! it takes seconds to fall asleep!

kagekao is also similar to jack but always smells so good like lavender oils, which he probably does put on himself just because he also thought it smelled good. he’ll also share some wine with you while you wind down for the night

nina is a chaotic cuddler and definitely the little spoon. she will fight over this, but it’s cute! she’s all over you, underneath or on top. though she does drool once she passes out

jane has a warm, tight embrace. she will wrap her arms around you while scratching your head/back for comfort. she also smells amazing and her chest is a great place to lay your head, sooo comfy

:; jane and nina love to do makeup! they will glam you up in heartbeat if you ask them to. if your makeup starts to get a little runny or is a bit messy they will fix it for you, too! (they’re good about making it not discreet so you’re not embarrassed). their hands always smell fruity when they get close to your face with a makeup brush, you’ll be thinking about the smell all day

:; toby, dark link, ben, and nina are huge hand holders. they are always reaching for their s/o’s hand

toby has a tight grip, he’s the one who will grab your hand every single time you’re with him. almost without a thought, he’s wrapped around his s/o!

dark link is a gentle hand holder, he likes to be smooth with it and usually runs his fingers over your shoulders and down your arms before locking his fingers in yours. he’s very proud of his s/o!

ben is a lazy hand holder, he has a really loose grip but don’t pull away from him! he gets so offended but it makes him realize he needs to hold a bit tighter

nina is a bit like toby, she’s all over her s/o (or really anyone in general). she loves to hold hands and will comment on good manicure techniques that will get your hands/nails in shape

:; eyeless jack is a nest maker, if you’re his s/o he will definitely make you the most comfiest spot to lay in, even though his s/o’s are allowed to snuggle in his bed (which is a bundle of covers and pillows he’s arranged like a nest)

:; brian, tim and jeff love to tease other creeps, but especially their s/o. height difference is something they pick at. cant reach the top cabinet? they’ll come up behind you and coo at how small you are, “poor thing can’t get a cup? guess you’ll be thirsty, haha.”

but! they can’t be mean for long. they’ll get you whatever you need and expect a kiss for the help.

:; all the creeps enjoy when their s/o sits on their lap!

eyeless jack and kage are pretty huge guys being demons and all, so they’re the most comfiest to sit on. there’s so much room to move around and honestly if you do move around a lot, they more than likely don’t even know. they give amazing head scratches, you’ll be asleep in seconds

brian, tim, jeff, and toby are a normal size for humans. they’re also very comfy themselves but are more likely to be the ones who fall asleep first! brian and tim especially love when they’re busy doing paper work and their s/o crawls into their lap, they may scold you for a bit saying they’re busy but they’re really not busy enough for your cuddles

ben and dark link are demons like jack and kage (i hc them to be lol) but they’re much smaller demons! definitely bigger than the average human but not as big as the other two. ben is cold to the touch so he’s nice to sit on when you’re hot but dark is the opposite! both place their hands on your hips or wrap their arms around you right when you sit on them

jane and nina are the squishiest seats, and the most great smelling… and more! the second you’re on their lap they’re ecstatic, reaching out to you or giving you a hug from behind. they’re ready to talk so it’s never boring!

:; brian, tim, jeff, kage, dark link and eyeless jack are rough kissers. they’re more likely to bite your lip and start a heated make out session

jane, nina, toby, and ben are soft kissers (of course this depends if you’re getting freaky) but they’re more likely to kiss you and ask how your day has been before anything else

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Bunch of random creeps! If you’d like a specific creep, please check out my profile & pick any character(s) from the list that i write for! Any request made will be out first thing! thanks so much for the requests/support so far! <3 i cant believe some of my headcanons have already gotten over 100+ hearts (or close to) ahhh :) everyone seems to like ben a bit 👀 - 🍫🍄

[pissclump]

This Is Gonna Get Worse Before It Gets Better

Chapter 1

HIIIIIII!! This is my first attempt at writing a multiple part fic with an actual story line, so if it sucks, PLEASE tell me. My original plan for the story was a Toby x Reader, but I may end up making it a Toby, Masky, and Hoodie x Reader. Anyways, I'll try to update as regularly as I can. Reader is depicted as female. This story is cross posted on my AO3 as well: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61232158/chapters/156483289 <3

Warnings: swearing, use of cigarettes, violence, eventual smut in later chapters

A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you ran your fingers through your hair. As if being a broke college student wasn't bad enough, you also had treacherous amounts of homework. Your evenings were usually spent with Kimberly, your roommate who quickly turned into a close friend. It didn't matter if you were out all night or just staying home doing nothing, you were content as long as you were in her presence. Tonight, however was different. Kimberly has been gone all day. And she won't be back for the next two. She said she was feeling homesick and insisted going back home to stay with her parents for the weekend. You were bummed about her being gone all weekend, but you knew it would be selfish to attempt talking her out of it. Which is how you ended up in your current situation; sitting on your couch with your laptop attempting pointless assignments until you eventually give up and submit whatever half-assed effort you gave. After at least three hours of repeating the same cycle, you finally had enough. In almost an instant, you slammed your laptop shut, setting it aside.

You stood up from your couch and stretched. Sitting in one place for so long can make you cramp sometimes. You're almost used to it by now. You walked into your room and grabbed the first pair of shoes you could find before leaving your tiny apartment. The stress from school never failed to steadily increase your need for nicotine. Luckily, your usual gas station was only about a five minute walk from home, so there was no need to take your car and waste gas. Swinging the door open, you were met with the smell of cheap air freshener. Behind the counter sat just the man you wanted to see. Mr. Kurtz was always a delight to talk to. He also had no problem selling you cigarettes despite the fact that you weren't legally old enough for them yet. You're only a year away from being 21, it's really not that big of a deal, is it?

"There she is! Haven't seen you all week. How have you been, kiddo?"

"Evening, Mr. Kurtz. I'm alright. Just getting my ass kicked by school and stuff. Nothing new."

The older man let out a noise that sounded like a mixture between a huff and a chuckle. He turned his back to you, now facing the variety of cigarettes behind the counter.

"Let me guess. The usual?"

"You know me so well."

He let out another huff of laughter as he pulled your favorite brand from the shelf. He didn't even bother to ask for an I.D. He never did. Which was what led you to become a regular at his store along with his sickeningly friendly personality. You rummaged through your pocket until you found enough cash to pay your total.

"Thanks again, Mr. Kurtz. I'll see you again soon."

You grabbed the fresh pack of cigarettes and flashed him a friendly smile.

"Sure thing, kiddo."

Immediately upon exiting the store, you opened the small box and removed one of the cigarettes before placing it between your lips. You keep a lighter on you at all times. You fished it from your pocket and lit the end of the thin cancerous stick. Taking a long inhale, you closed your eyes in relief as the familiar flavor of tobacco filled your mouth and lungs. This is exactly what you needed.

The walk back home was uneventful. Finishing your cigarette, you stamped it out on the ground just before climbing the stairs to the small apartment you and Kimberly shared. With your key already in hand, you inserted into the keyhole on the doorknob. However, when you twisted the key, you weren't met with the familiar 'click' sound it always made while being opened.

“𝘏𝘶𝘩… 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.” You thought to yourself.

You jiggled the doorknob, and sure enough, it was already unlocked. You shrugged it off and stepped inside, closing the door back behind you. You stood in silence for a moment, your breath catching in your throat. Something was off. You weren't sure what it was, but the moment you stepped through the door, the sudden unshakeable feeling of dread took you over completely. It was almost as if you were being watched. No, you 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 being watched. You reassured yourself that it was just your imagination, but your instinct told you to get out of there as quick as you could and never look back. Before you could process another thought, a hand made its way from behind you and was clasped over your mouth.

"W-we've got you n-now!~"

Your first instinct was to scream, however it was muffled due to how hard this fucker's hand was pressed against your mouth. You opened your mouth and bit down on the hand before you with all the strength your jaw could give. However, it only resulted in an increase of maniacal giggles from your perpetrator. He wrapped his other arm around your torso and held you tightly in place. You could taste the blood and small bits of flesh in your teeth from his hand and nearly gagged.

"𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜?"

The only other plan of escape you had was to try and struggle free from his grip. You tried your hardest to pull yourself free from his death grip, but your efforts were about as useful as a lamp without a lightbulb. You grunted in frustration as his hold on you only tightened. You then felt something cold and metallic press against your neck. You tried to crane your head to the side for a better look, but quickly whipped your head back up was you felt the sharp object slide against your skin. Small droplets of blood dribbled down to your collarbone as you hissed in pain at the uncomfortable sensation.

"You're a f-fuh-feisty one, a-aren't ya?"

"Who the FUCK are you?! What do you want from me?!"

Before he had time to answer you, you heard heavy footsteps coming from the hallway. Approaching you was a man in a white mask. It was painted with eerie feminine features, but what caught your attention the most was the crowbar resting in his palms. Your breath quickened with every step he took closer to you. You felt like you were on the verge of fainting from hyperventilation. This was the first time you had ever experienced anything like this, and you prayed that if you survived by some miracle, it would be the last. The masked man took a few more steps until he was just inches away from you. He leaned down so that he was at eye level with you and just stared before letting out an annoyed scoff.

"For fucks sake, Rogers, you've got the wrong one."

What.

"Huuuh? You mean sh-shes not our t-t-target?"

The man release his grip on you and you immediately collapsed to the floor. Your legs were shaking too much for you to stand on your own right now. Hell, your whole body was shaking. You looked up from the ground at the man who had restrained you. Like the other one, his face was also covered. Except instead of wearing a mask, he wore bulky orange goggles and what seemed like some type of mouth guard.

"No. But she is now. She's seen too much."

Oh, fuck no.

Adrenaline shot through your body as you stood up and bolted towards the kitchen. Quickly, you threw open a few drawers and looked for literally anything to defend yourself with. You wrapped your fingers around a large kitchen knife and defensively yielded it in front of you. This only caused the goggled man to let out another sickening giggle.

"Look, M-Masky, she's g-g-gonna try to f-fight back! H-how cute!"

The masked man let out an annoyed sigh, clearly losing his patience with the other man's antics. "Let's just get this over with."

"Get the FUCK away from me! Fucking psychos!"

You didn't have the guts to approach and attack them. Your mind raced as the masked man started taking long slow strides towards you. You then did the only other thing you could think of to slow him dow. You threw open the fridge door and grabbed the unopened gallon of milk with shaky hands.

"I SAID FUCK OFF!"

With all the strength you could conjure up, you threw the gallon of milk directly at his head at full force, causing it to bust open on impact. He let out a grunt of both pain and annoyance and stumbled back a few steps. He clearly was NOT expecting that. The goggled man began to howl with laughter.

"HAH! Sh-she got you good, d-didn't she, Masky!"

"Shut the hell up, Rogers!"

He turned his attention back to you. He was a lot less intimidating when he was covered in milk, but still intimidating nonetheless.

"You fucking bitch!"

He wiped the milk from his mask with his arm and practically pounced on you. Your back hit the hardwood floor with a thud, the impact knocking the breath out of you. You threw you arms in front of you in a pathetic attempt at defending yourself, but before he could lay another hand on you, you heard the front door open. Another man with his face hidden made his way into your field of vision. He was wearing a tight ski mask with a poorly drawn frown on the front, covered by the yellow hood of his shirt.

"Both of you. We need to leave. Now."

"I'm not going anywhere until I've bashed this whore's skull in!"

"You don't have much of a choice. Neighbors heard the commotion and called the cops."

"Oh for FUCKS sake!"

With that, he roughly shoved you back to the ground and released you before heading towards the door with the hooded man. They were both followed by the shorter male with the goggles. He turned his head towards you again before walking out with the others.

"I'll see you ag-gain soon, p-princess!"

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. You were unable to move from your spot on the floor. Tears made their way from your eyes as your entire body shook. You definitely weren't gonna be sleeping tonight after that.

[creeps-writes-creepypastas]

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[itsmeeleanorstill]

Uhm could you do Tim Wright x CryptidHunter! Reader? Or him w someone who really really loves talking about things like Bigfoot and the Mothman? Kinda random but plz? (Not self projection/j)

A/n: i did not knew what a cryptid hunter is i still dont because i looked it up and i found nothing so we will just stick to the talking stuff also i didnt knew what the Mothman (sorry am not american)

Warnings: nothing just curse words as always

Am gonna be totally honest he thinks those myths are fucking stupid

He barely belived that the Operator existed but am quessing this is set before the whole alex jay thing so was still very stubborn at that time

Would lisend to you rant about those things of corse because hes a good frend/boyfrend

He would maybe belive some stuff if you acually say stuff that makes sense enough to comvidence him but it never hapened yet

Even if he wont admit it he likes seeing you get all exited

And that you acually have a strong interest in something wich is something he barely got to have growing up in a mental hospital

He wont admit it eather but he would acually start to like lisening to your myths and theories even if he dosent belives on them

[deaniebeanie69]

Scared To Be Lonely, Especially In The Night

Your boyfriend disappeared months ago and you're still trying to find him.

Warnings!!: None

The woods were quiet, only the sounds of dried leaves crunching and twigs snapping filling the dark void around you. There were no crickets, no hooting of owls or far away cars, just the leaves rustling in the wind as the crescent in the sky peered down at you through thick branches. As you ventured deeper into the thick patch of forest of Rosswood Park, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Like something was following you in the darkness.

Still, you kept moving, no matter what. You had to. He was out here somewhere, you knew he was, and despite the fact that he'd completely ghosted you, you needed to find him. Tim would've never dropped you for no good reason, no matter how upset with you he could get at times. Especially towards the end of the filming of Marble Hornets.

After several of your friends had disappeared prior to Tim's radio silence, you knew something was up. Then Alex dropped production on his passion project, and you'd tried desperately to get answers from him, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He refused to give you anything to work with and ended up moving away.

Nothing was going your way and it was frustrating. You missed him so fucking much, craved his presence and comfort every single day since he'd been gone. Which brought you here to Rosswood, a place Tim sometimes liked to frequent, though even you weren't quite sure why you decided to come at night. It was like a nagging voice in the back of your mind that told you to come out here. That you'd find Tim out here, safe and sound.

Thus, you just kept going. Walking aimlessly through the dark, only a flashlight in hand, shining it in all directions. The silence was really becoming unnerving. Shadows contorted around you and moved every time you turned your head, leaving you on edge and paranoid, more so than you had been for the last couple of weeks.

The soft crunching of leaves behind you was like a gunshot. You spun around, shining your light, catching a glimpse of white behind you. Which spread out into a figure. No, not a figure, a fucking person. A person with a mask on, out here in the middle of the woods, with a jacket that was so fucking familiar and yet you couldn't place why.

You couldn't breathe, couldn't move. All you could do was stare at them- stare at him. It was like a phantom hand had wrapped around your throat, squeezing the air from your lungs, bringing an uncomfortable pressure to your chest. The figure didn't move either, only staring at you through the holes in his porcelain mask. It was like he drew on it with sharpie, the details of the mask painting a face with arched brows, hiding his true expression from you. It made your blood run cold.

All he needed to do was step forward and you took off running. In an instant, you were kicking up dirt behind you, dashing through the woods as fast as your legs would carry you. The figure promptly gave chase and it was like your heart dropped, your eyes wide with sudden terror as you fought to get as far away from this place as possible. God, you were so stupid, why the fuck would you come out here alone?

Underneath the wind rushing in your ears, there was a faint buzz of static, like it was whispering to you. You saw another glimpse of something in the woods, but you paid it no mind. you just kept fucking running. The man behind you was almost silent in his pursuit, only serving to make you all the more petrified. Pushing you to run even faster. Low-hanging branches whipped at your skin, your hands flailing to shove them out of the way, crying out every time a new one snapped against your face.

Flicking off your flashlight, you skidded to a stop and ducked behind a particularly thick tree. You were panting, trying to calm yourself down, one hand moving over your mouth to silence yourself and breathe more shallowly. You could hear the man halting as well, and then, silence.

You waited. Listened, trying to pick up on any sign that he was approaching your hiding place. The tension in the air was thick and you could feel your heart hammering so hard you could feel every beat in your chest, hear every thump in your ears.

Silence. Waiting.

When a hand latched over yours to cover your mouth, you cried out, a body pressing against yours and pinning you to the tree. The masked man loomed over you, but he wasn't looking at you. You could just barely hear his heavy breathing, feel his chest rising and falling against yours, his body caging yours against the tree. Well, more like completely covering.

More silence passed between you as you looked up at him, watching as he glanced around. His body was tense, you could feel it, like he was on edge. One of his calloused hands remained firmly over yours, the other braced against the tree. You knew those hands anywhere. Instead of saying his name and alerting whatever threat was nearby, you stayed quiet, taking in the sight of Tim and the mask covering his handsome face.

You weren't stupid, you knew that jacket and his hair anywhere, knew his touch from feeling it so often before everything went to shit. All you could do was gaze at him, a softer expression taking over your face as your heartbeat steadied itself. He seemed to have noticed the shift in your demeanor, turning to face you. He didn't speak to you. No "hello", no "I missed you", which only made your heart ache with despair and anger. Still, you kept quiet.

Slowly, he took his hand off yours, only to promptly wrap it around your wrist and pull. He practically dragged you along as he started to walk, still having yet to talk to you.

"Tim-" Abruptly, he stopped and turned to you, dark eyes finding yours. Then, he tugged on your wrist, signaling for you to keep walking, but not quite forcing you to keep moving. Like he's willing to let you talk, so long as you're not in the same spot. Hesitantly, you follow after him, frowning at the knowledge that he'd rather grab your wrist than hold your hand. "I missed you."

Silence, but a gently squeeze to your wrist. It was something, you supposed, deciding to save your questions for once you were out of the woods.

By the time you made it out, Tim pulled you across the parking lot towards your car, then once you made it, he let your wrist go and turned back to the woods. When he took a step towards them, you immediately grabbed onto his jacket.

"Wait, don't go-" You just found him. you couldn't lose him, not again. "Please, Tim, talk to me."

Tim gently pulled himself out of your grip, gave you one last glance, then turned his back to you once again and made his way to the forest. Leaving you behind once more.

[erenasia]

Artwork of you know who, made by yours truly :) <3

Got a new display tablet...so he was my unfortunate muse.