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tw: cunnilingus...lol

one thing i believe firmly is that jeff loves bush. full bush, untrimmed. he wants to dive in and shove his nose right against it, nuzzle you, smell you after a long day.

if you try to push his head away, or shut your legs, he'll look at you like you hit him. it's all he thinks about while you're away, and now what? you deny him sanctuary because you're scared of a little hair?

"baby, no, let me shower first."

he looks at you like you're fucking stupid. he doesn't care, he's craving you, and has been all day. he puts a hand on your knee, and it's almost funny how he glares at you.

"stop saying stupid shit and open up for me."

and you let him, because he eats pussy like he's going to die if he doesn't. he does it for the love of the game, for all the little noises you make and the way you clench around his tongue. he could get off from just that if he wasn't so selfish. but he is selfish, so of course, you have to return the favor once he's done bullying his tongue and fingers into you like your cunt owes him money.

and yeah. that happy trail leads to some foliage of his own. call him old fashioned, but he digs the 70's look.

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695 notes. Are you guys okay? Is there something you guys wanna tell me? Do I need to call someone? 😕😟😟

TW: very suggestive flirting, catcalling, whistling, everybody but the reader being absolute horn balls

Doing your nightly routine inside a crappy motel you're staying at with Jeff, Toby, Jack, and BEN trying to hit on you.

You've only gotten out of the shower, drenched in steamy droplets with only a towel covering you when BEN wolf whistles, "Y'look so pretty, ma. You need lotion? I could help ya." Then, he grins wider. "Just need you to bend that ass over for me so I won't miss a spot."

The warm wind blown by the hairdryer was no match for Jeff's thick voice while your hand worked to massage the hair oil in your scalp.

"No point in trying to take care of that gorgeous hair when I'm just gonna pull on it anyway. Wasting your time," He snorts, Toby snickers while BEN elbows him in keen mischief.

Then, it was time for skin care. The milky serum hadn't even made it down half of your face when Toby twitched and sputtered. "I have suh--something else white and creamy you can rub on your face."

You had barely even made yourself completely comfortable on the bed when Jack stirred to face you and bore his teeth. "Bed is wide," He starts, tail whipping so threateningly behind him. "We could do something... worthwhile. They don't have to know."

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And Kate being the sexy in-house maid you hire that bends over just a little too much in front of you while cleaning.

Ehehehe...... Hehehehehehehehe......... Hehehehehehehehheheheheh......................

Writing Tim as a gardener and Toby as a woodworker ….. mmmmmmmmmmmmhmmm.

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shotgun (mdni 🔞)

(implied continuation of sex scene, minor fondling, grinding, making out in brian's tetanus feeding-ground of a truck.)

the truck is older than sin, and twice as mean.

the seats are torn; gutted down the middle with stuffing spilling out like something killed. the dashboard is cracked, the vents cough dust instead of air, and the whole thing reeks of smoke, oil, and something tangy- sharp. like metal. like blood, maybe.

you don't care. not when brian is kissing you like this- hoodie bunched in your fists, the fabric old, fraying at the seams. you don't care about that, either. you're hauling him closer, dragging yourself into his lap because the space between you is wrong- unbearable, and his hands- god, his hands- are already moving. grabbing at the meat of your thighs, pulling you down onto him.

the truck groans under your weight. the suspension is shit- the doors don't lock. the radio crackles every time it sings- the windows are fogged up, dripping with condensation, sweat pooling at the base of your spine because it's hot in here. it's humid- it's suffocating, it's--

"fuck," he breaths against your mouth, voice shredded and guttural. a beast defeated by something that lodges pinpricks in its throat. his hands- large and rough- dig into your hips, dragging you closer until your knees are crammed into the metal bearings of the two-seaters backing, heels grazing your sides in aerobic cramps. the pressure makes your head snap back- lips parting on a sharp inhale.

brian follows. of course, he follows.

his mouth finds your throat, teeth scraping over skin, his breath hot, damp, near drooling against your jugular. a hand slips up, fingers spreading over your back, palm pressing hard between your shoulder blades to keep you exactly where he wants you.

you roll your hips down- slow, teasing. the noise that leaves his throat is barely earthen.

"don't", he warns. you do it again, and his fingers tighten. pressure a promise- a remonstrance, whatever it may be.

"don't play with me, swee'eart", he mutters against your skin, voice-drawled, smoke-wrapped and a husk of southern lilting. you grin, tongue swiping over teeth like doe testing for peril. "ah.. who says i'm playin'?"

brian’s eyes flick to your mouth, watching you lather your teeth, and the air thickens between you. his hand flexes against your thigh—just barely. but it’s enough to make your breath catch, to make you feel the weight of his gaze like a weight on your chest.

"not playin', huh?" his voice is softer now, but still low, dangerous—a whispering edge to it. "you sure 'bout that, darlin'?"

the pet name drips from his tongue, slow and syrupy, just to watch you react. his other hand ghosts over your waist, dragging light enough to make your skin prickle. "see?" he murmurs, "i think you like bein' smart. you love this game, don'tcha?" his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, grazing bare skin, and he clicks his tongue when he feels you shiver.

"ohhh— there it is.. sweet thing, you’re shakin'.."

your breath stutters. you want to snap at him, to tell him to stop teasing, but brian can see right through you.

"wound up 'lready." he exhales a quiet laugh, almost pitying. "my poor girl. what am i gonna do with you?"

he already knows.

his touch moves slow, a deliberate torture, skimming up your ribs, just under your shirt. he’s not rushing this. no, brian likes to draw it out, to make you feel every second of his attention- infatuation dragging his fingertips along your skin to pick up distinctive evidence. his nose brushes your jaw as he leans in, voice dipping low, mocking. "ya' wanted my attention, didn't you?"

fingers trail higher, teasing the side of your breast, never quite touching, never quite giving you what you need. you push up into his touch, trying to silently beg, but he just chuckles. "desperate," he murmurs, lips barely brushing your skin.

"y'know, i could keep this up all night. just sit 'ere and watch you fall 'part." his thumb finally, finally ghosts over your mammilla, through the thin fabric of your shirt. "and god, you’d let me, wouldn’t ya'?"

you puff, hand joggling up to catch his wrist- albeit he catches yours instead, thumb pressing against your pulse with a famine in his drooping gaze. "ah-ah", he tuts - "where's that fire, swee'eart? you were so damn bold a second 'go." his grip softens, dragging your palms down, forcing them to rest against his stomach. "now look at'cha. all quiet."

brian's hands return to their slow, maddening exploration- fingers dancing down the sides of your ribcage, creeping up the front of your eggshell splotched tank top. he grips the fabric, polyester pulling higher, inch by inch. "see how long that lasts, hm?"

you swallow hard, and he tilts his head, watching you through hooded eyes that look too damn sinful with the grin pulling at the corners of his lips. "yeah," he murmurs, "you love this. think you love it when i talk ya' through it, too" the grin finally breaks into something devilish- jaw tight, but gums stretching as he drags his knuckles over your navel. "bet it gets you all dumb, huh?"

you could deny it- tell him he's full of shit, that he's by far the most egotistical prick you've ever met- hormone incarnate, constantly flirting with testosterone. but your body betrays you- breath hitching, thighs squeezing the sides of his own with a growing discomfort that is beginning to make itself all too present. and he eats it up.

"c'mon baby." his voice drops to something low, molten and seeping. seeping.

"tell me how bad ya' want it."

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Love when people draw realistic ben (as in the elegy.)

I love my ugly son <3

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Watch as you're doing step 2 then whip your head back and realize they're on step 16.

What is with "for beginners" tutorial makers talking as fast as possible 😭 please can we slow down I don't know what I'm DOINGGGGGGG

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TW: very suggestive flirting, catcalling, whistling, everybody but the reader being absolute horn balls

Doing your nightly routine inside a crappy motel you're staying at with Jeff, Toby, Jack, and BEN trying to hit on you.

You've only gotten out of the shower, drenched in steamy droplets with only a towel covering you when BEN wolf whistles, "Y'look so pretty, ma. You need lotion? I could help ya." Then, he grins wider. "Just need you to bend that ass over for me so I won't miss a spot."

The warm wind blown by the hairdryer was no match for Jeff's thick voice while your hand worked to massage the hair oil in your scalp.

"No point in trying to take care of that gorgeous hair when I'm just gonna pull on it anyway. Wasting your time," He snorts, Toby snickers while BEN elbows him in keen mischief.

Then, it was time for skin care. The milky serum hadn't even made it down half of your face when Toby twitched and sputtered. "I have suh--something else white and creamy you can rub on your face."

You had barely even made yourself completely comfortable on the bed when Jack stirred to face you and bore his teeth. "Bed is wide," He starts, tail whipping so threateningly behind him. "We could do something... worthwhile. They don't have to know."

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TW: implied d0ub13 p3n3tr4t10n, polycule, 0v3rst1m

Toby and Cody ramming their thick cocks inside your poor little cunt, loosening you up for when EJ breeds you later :(((

Toby carries you under your knees, his chest rising up and down against your warm back, muttering for you to please take this dick, pleasepleaseplease take it, while Cody slaps your tits and bark at you to hold still, we're not done with you.

The overstimulation is too much. Your legs are shaking. Your heart is beating like it's about to break itself out. Your lungs feel hot.

Every slam of their angry tips is enough to have you spiraling and seeing stars on the ceiling. You heave and scream— your fourth orgasm already taking form inside your body.

You try to tell them to slow down. That you'll be so good to Jack, so good and so obedient you'll be cumming on his cock for hours at a time— but they don't listen, the stubborn men. :(((

So you scratch and push and beg. But nothing works.

Somehow, a part of you don't want it to work.

But— ah, who's keeping track? You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?

You have no choice but to just take it, anyway. :(((

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Imagine the proxies killing someone...only to discover that the Dad of the victim is a big-time crime boss. Yikes.

“OOPS!”

SYNOPSIS; the proxies kill someone who seems very unassuming– only to find out their father is a feared crime boss that rules the city they’re in! what ever shall they do?

A/N: this question lit my heart up in a way i couldnt describe lol.

It was supposed to be a hit and run– something all of them are familiar with through the years of their “work”. The guy in the paper looked plain. Blank. So they shrug, haul their ass to the location, poach the guy and be done with it. But once somebody finds the guy’s personal files and background, everybody freezes when they see a last name that appears too much in the newspapers.

TIMOTHY “MASKY” WRIGHT

First words? “Ah, shit.”

Immediately alerts the rest of his team in a not-so-discreet way. Almost screams at Toby to stop playing with the body.

Starts blaming anyone and everyone— even though he was the first to read the paper.

“The logistics– why the fuck did nobody check the logistics!?”

He takes a while to calm down from his rant, reminding himself that he and his partners are still inside the mobster’s house, and if they weren’t careful– they would be dealing with much more than just a dead body.

Makes up a scrambled plan in his head while ordering everybody to stay the fuck still so no alarms would be triggered.

Hyper-aware of every step he makes, but still manages to almost knock over a vase. 

Panicked, but instantly snaps back to where he was. He can crack, sure, but never trembles.

After all the panic and the frustration seeps out of him, his brain switches to game mode once again, and slips him and his team out of there like nothing ever happened. Punts a bodyguard or two on the way out, but slips like smoke. 

In the end, he may be a little rattled– but very relieved they managed to clutch it.

BRIAN “HOODIE” THOMAS

As soon as he hears the news, he sucks a big breath in, and blows it out like his heart didn’t stop for a split second.

Doesn’t falter. Doesn’t scream. Doesn’t flinch. Just pauses, processes the information, and acts according to the situation.

Shocked, of course. At first, he didn’t understand why the operator wanted all four of them on a one man target, but now they’re in a trap that hasn’t swallowed them yet. 

Tries to cool down Masky first, then suggests a plan that wouldn’t get them killed on the first step. 

Keeps calm during the whole thing– despite his annoyance to Masky’s rants, he takes one foot out after another.

Then, by cruel design, his gun drops from his pants and makes a thud sound bigger than the whole house just when he was about to make his escape. 

“Damn it.”

Hears commotion outside– probably bastards with guns. Cocks his gun and waits for someone to barge in, before sighing and slipping out the window like the rest of them.

Long story short, Brian keeps it calm and quiet despite his initial frustration with the problem, but handles it with finesse anyway.

TOBIAS “TICCI TOBY” ERIN ROGERS

“We killed a c-crime lord? Fuck yeah.”

“Oh, fu-fuck, we killed a crime lord? Shit.”

Almost laughs about the situation– but once it dawns on him that he could be absolutely screwed, he’s dead silent.

In turn, his tics get a little stronger. Little hiccups and little noises here and there send a little panic to him and the others, leading him to be the first one they let outside.

Although he doesn’t leave before taking a few things from the victim’s body because honestly this still feels like a normal mission to him. Maybe takes extra cash or a nice watch, then finally hauls himself out of the window after Masky’s scolding.

Had to swing an axe at a guy that spotted him, then proceeded to get yet another scolding from Masky.

Takes a while to process what he’s really into, slightly puts impulse over tactics, but still manages to sneak by and hide in the shadows when nobody’s looking— sure he may be clumsy, but not careless. He won’t hesitate to spill as much blood as possible no matter how much crime or money an asshole has.

KATE “THE CHASER” MILENS HAYES

“Are you fucking serious? This was my fault? You’ve got to be shitting me, Tim.”

Gets into a whisper-yell argument with Masky, before Hoodie stops her and she calms down, huffing while she looks for an exit.

Is the one who suggested they climb out the window inside the bathroom since anybody rarely strolls through there anyway.

Scouts each possible area they can run to and navigates the quickest shortcut to the mansion.

Follows Tim’s lead but not without a roll of her eyes and a click of her tongue, because lord knows she would’ve been out there in half a second without all this ridiculous shit that happened.

Spends most of her escape time muttering how she’d go about it her way, even if she was part of the people that didn’t read the paper properly.

Feels���proud. Proud that she managed to help kill a crime boss’s literal family. She boasts about it a little when she gets home to tell Natalie and Jane everything.

THE AFTERMATH

After they all manage to get back in one piece, they catch their breath. Maybe even drink some whiskey to ease the adrenaline.

Then, a snicker comes to giggle. And before you know it, all of them are barking cackles at each other, recreating faces and manners and whatnot, all made in the flurry of panic and frustration by the accident.

“You shuh–should’ve seen your face, Tim. You looked like a fuh-fucking bull.”

“Says the guy who couldn’t keep his twitchy mouth shut.”

Kate stays in the corner, mask off, smirk etched on. Flipping her knife in the air. “We killed a fucking crime lord. Who says we celebrate like real winners?”

Brian raises his hand, and so does Tim and Toby.

Three two-liter bottles of strong whiskey are found empty in the morning.

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THE CREEPS' WEIRD HABITS

this headcannon packet includes: Jeff the killer, Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate the Chaser, Eyeless Jack, Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Clockwork, BEN Drowned, and Laughing Jack

JEFFREY “THE KILLER” WOODS

You know that cartoony thing where the character sees a nice meal and licks their lips? 

Well, Jeff does that– except there's no food in front of him— and his tongue extends from the very end of his slit to the other side. 

He wouldn't even be looking at anything, oftentimes he'd just stand there, zone out, and lick his “lips” from one corner to another. From afar, he'd look like he's salivating at literal concrete but really he's just in his own world

Whenever he's staring at you– or any other creep for absolutely no buttfuck reason, he grins and wiggles what used to be where his eye brows were. You don't know why he does it– nor anyone else in the mansion, but you do know one thing: he's weirdly good at it. 

Like, at wiggling his eyebrows. Someone has definitely tried to see what it would look like if he STILL had eyebrows– but heaven knows it would just look way worse. 

Leaves notes on the other creeps’ doors, and they are so fucking unsettling you'd think you owe something astronomical to him. 

“Sniffed your hair last night. New shampoo? – J”

“You twitch in your sleep. – J”

“I liked the way you ate today. – J”

Always in yellow post-its smeared with red ink in big, bold, capital letters. And if he catches you reading them, he might just grin and wait for you to tell him something. Ignore him and he'll just… follow you. 

He collects such inconvenient knives. Think over produced ripoffs of real brands shipped from Aliexpress. Masky physically regurgitates at the sight of it. 

Know that hilarious audio from tiktok that goes like “go to sleeeeep go to sleeeeeep go sleep little babbyyyy”? 

He reverberates that in the halls now. Everybody is pissed at him. 

TOBIAS “TICCI TOBY” ERIN ROGERS

Every time he puts his converse shoes on, he always– always marches into them before walking. Exactly two times each foot. It gives him a feeling of “sureness” and preparedness, even if it's just strolling around the woods. 

Speaking of the woods, he encounters birds a lot. Whenever they chirp, he chirps. This ends up in a back and forth conversation of Toby and the bird a flurry of “chirps” and this ticks off whoever he is with because of it triggering his tics. 

“Chirp!”

“*hic* chirp.”

“Chirp!”

“*hic* chirp.”

Has names for his hatchets. Yes, one is named after Natalie. He doesn't move on from exes and that's undoubtedly a toxic trait of his. The two are called “Natty” and “Harry”. He claims that talking to Natty is for when he needs love advice (delusions), and Harry is for when he needs to rant about work. 

“Introduces” them to his victims purely for the fun of it. He wants to see how rattled and weirded out they are before he lodges Harry right into their head. Oof. 

Makes faces at Masky and Hoodie whenever they piss him off. When one of them is scolding him, he remains poker-faced and doesn't say anything, but the moment they turn around, he raises his middle finger and sticks a tongue out. 

TIMOTHY “MASKY” WRIGHT

You know how dads aggressively “pet” dogs by just slapping their side and leaving? Yeah. 

“*pat pat pat pat pat* *groans* Hey there buddy.”

Often does this with stray dogs he might find while on a chill mission or behind diners. Might feed it a chicken bone and say “Yup. Good boy.” (It's a female dog.) 

Once did this with smile dog and nearly got his soul taken from him when it actually spoke. Smile actually didn't mind one bit, just startled is all. Nonetheless, the two actually bonded in a very, very silent friendship. 

He does the “dad pose” whenever he calls Hoodie over for help with his truck. Stands behind Hoodie, legs spread and arms crossed watching intently like it's a college lecture. No idea why he does it, it's a switch in his brain that flips when he's intrigued. 

You know he's up when you hear obnoxious, hoarse and popping coughs reverberating in the hallway. Hoodie personally uses it as an alarm clock and gets up the same time Masky does. 

BRIAN “HOODIE” THOMAS

Pretentious motherfucker.

Whenever he works out and curls his biceps with heavy weights, he grunts and exhales so loudly knowing a lot of other creeps physically turn to look at him while he's doing his sets. Even bites his lip in “concentration” but almost everybody knows he's just doing it for attention. 

Clicks his tongue at every possible animal he sees that he isn't assigned to kill. Gets personally offended when they don't come to him immediately. 

Grins almost every possible hour of the day. Only time when he's not? Sleeping, or when something goes horribly wrong in a mission. Gets asked by Masky on why he does it, while he just shrugs and continues to. 

Does accents and impressions whenever he knows the next line a character says in a movie they're watching. And he's damn good at it. 

Flexes his muscles every time he knows a girl is watching him shirtless??? He won't even be into the girl either– it's just a reflex he's learned in his high school and college years all before he became a lunatic. 

KATE “THE CHASER” MILENS HAYES

she's so unintentionally funny bro

Every time the proxies ask about her coordinates and her state, she instinctively just grunts. No words, no explanation, just… that. 

“Kate, what's your status?”

“Ourgh.”

“Okay.”

It's not like she does it on full purpose, it's just that she's been under slenderman's control for long periods of time in multiple days that she often forgets how to actually use words. 

She does apologize after though and gives what is needed right away. 

“Shit, sorry— I meant I already eliminated the target. We're good now.”

Every time she's caught off guard– maybe a victim escapes or something blows up, she barks. Like, full on bark. 

*old chandelier crashes in victims home*

“Raughr! — I mean– watch out.”

Speaks so incoherently when she's angry or tired. 

“You doing okay, Kate?”

“Rhsiajhskkakhsbakks”

“Sorry to hear.”

Will spend an eternity deciding what she would like to eat inside a diner only to choose steak over and over again. 

REFUSES to eat with utensils– claims she'll just “wash it off later” she just rubs her grimy fingers into her poor mess of a hoodie. 

Is one of the people who accidentally punches a concrete wall in their room and hides her stuff in it. She crashed out in her room one day, saw the hole in her wall, and thought “this would be a nice safe.”

Keeps money, an emergency flashlight, chips, and whatever keychains she manages to fit in there. 

Unironically sniffs people to know where they've been. Slenderman has basically turned her into a rabid animal under his control, so in return her sight, smell, and hearing has heightened. 

Does this to Toby. Then proceeds to scold him when she senses he's been to where he wasn't supposed to. 

JACK “EYELESS JACK” NYRAS

Whips his tail so dramatically when he turns around to leave a room. If you point it out, he'll say “However do you mean?” then proceed to whip his tail even harder when he exits. 

Subconsciously rubs his eyebrow piercings whenever he's stressed. And when he's done he smells his fingers to sniff the metal. Nobody knows why– just that all of them are weirded out by it. 

Forgets he used his tail to hold something he needed then spent an hour looking for that something before catching a glint of it in his peripheral vision. 

Purrs instead of snoring. For a seven foot demon you'd expect him to snore like a broken truck, but when you actually hear him… 

“Prrrrrt… … prrrrrt… .. Prrrrr.. Mmm.”

Swirls his wine for an uncomfortable amount of time before actually taking a sip of it. 

Audibly sighs when he sees somebody drink Mountain Dew. Mentally rolls his eyes when they eat gummy worms. 

Taps his claws on wooden tables, leaving annoying little scratches Masky has to fill up with wood filler again and again. 

LOVES electric fans. Has a huge standing one that is almost as tall as him. Jeff once found him crouched down, jaws open in front of the damn thing and got so weirded out he left without Jack knowing. 

JANE “THE KILLER” EVERLASTING

Uses staples as earrings?? It doesn't get infected, thankfully. 

Sits very, very still for hours. Doesn't get bored. Doesn't get fatigued. Just… there. 

Scratches her “head” even though it's a part of her latex mask. She doesn't even feel herself scratching. (She's bald underneath) 

Hums flatly whenever a fly starts to circle around her. It surprisingly doesn't annoy her. 

*buzz buzz buzz*

“Hmmm.”

Doesn't eat grapes. She slips it under his mask, and slurps. Nobody can see her do this in plain sight, but the sound she makes can give it away. 

Raises her arms off her sides and sways them– almost wiggling whenever she knows she's alone in the forest. It kinda creeps Hoodie out. 

Flaps her bed sheets like five times before finally stretching it on her bed. 

NATALIE “CLOCKWORK” OULETTE

Legit sticks her fingers inside sockets whenever her phone isn't charging. 

Makes random sounds after yawning. 

“ Yawwwn… arararaghh.”

Instead of tapping her chin when thinking, her finger finds her way up to her clock-eye and taps that instead. Scratches it when zoned out. Draws shapes on it if she's bored. 

Can spend hours manually picking out the dandruff in her hair. 

If her clock gets especially loud in quiet moments she tends to tilt her head left and right in accordance with the speed of the ticking. 

NINA “THE KILLER” HOPKINS

Does the frog blink every time Masky tries to explain something to her. 

Separates her highlights from her regular hair and lay them on one side of her scalp just to brush it all back in

Drags her platform boots over the forest floor just because. 

Does that thing where she sucks in her cheeks and makes kissing sounds with her lips puckered whenever she sees a squirrel. 

Talks with her knife. She'll be swaying that thing around while talking about her deepest most inner emotions while you're just leaning back trying not to get nicked. 

Blinks like a thousand times per second after she does her mascara. Says it “helps to dry them faster”.

BEN DROWNED 

one of the people who sleeps on cabinets. He's mostly ghost and dead, so cramps and carpal tunnel don't exist to him. 

The guy doesn't even need sleep. He just does that for fun. You might be looking for pliers to detach some wires but all you see is him, with the most shit eating grin ever, curled up to his knees and handing you over what you need. 

“Hey there.”

“What the fuck man.”

Barely takes naps (because again, he doesn't need it), but when he makes out on weed and does hit the hay, he's in the weirdest position ever. 

You don't even know how his body contorts that way. Or why he's dead silent while doing it. Think gumball from tawog.

His ears flutter when he sneezes. He doesn't feel it, actually, but has endured humiliating comments Jeff has made. 

Raises his eyebrows a lot. Doesn't matter if he's happy, upset, curious, surprised, or tempted. 

(This is kinda gross) uses his hat as a handkerchief. Blows his snot on it, wipes his mouth with it, dabs up his sweat with it… at the same time, he refuses to wash it at all. Says it “has my mojo on it, dude.”

Buys shoes one size bigger for some reason. Then spends most of his time tripping over himself for it.

LAUGHING JACK

Blows bubbles into his milkshakes when he's bored as fuck. Hums at the bubbles like it's the most precious thing discovered. 

Always, always eats his fruits covered in sugar. 

Very bad with money. Once he finds a stack of cash just enough to actually support him for a full month— he goes ahead and blows it on weird imported candy. 

Laughs to himself for no reason. Eyes wide and full on smiling too. 

Twirls his dry ass hair when he's thinking. 

Picks off bugs from his pants and eats them. Treats grasshoppers like a delicacy. 

Does that thing where he gives a high five to the very top of the door— then proceeds to bump his head while exiting. 

Eats somebody's stashed treats, and when that certain somebody discovers ir, Jack would be in the corner, eyes blown and smile wide, making a “sluuuurp!” sound with his tongue like he wanted to be caught. 

Ends up with multiple bruises from Kate after he ate her cheddar flavored Ruffles.

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Masky, Hoodie, and Toby staring you down in the mansion bar, wondering how such a sweet little thing like you wandered into a world where everything is bitter.

Masky, who taps Hoodie's shoulder, pointing at you sipping a half-assed milkshake that tastes like powder, with his voice heavy with intention. “See that pretty thing over there?”

Hoodie, who slowly turns his head around, cheap beer in his hand, mask dragged halfway up his face, lips slowly curling into a grin. “Rogers,” he elbows Toby. “Look.”

Toby, who swivels his head mid-smoke, shoulder jerking before his eyes focused on you.

You, wearing that little white dress with the little peonies on them. You, kicking your feet back and forth, the tip of your heels occasionally bumping the table. You, with your lip gloss covered lips sucking so eagerly on the straw of your drink.

Toby, who hisses “S-shit,” and almost drops his cig on the floor.

Minutes passed. They were still staring at you, the three of them.

You don't notice. Or maybe— you don't mind.

Your eyes stuck on the rim of your drink, watching as the bubbles pop and disappear as the white milk slowly sunk at the bottom of the glass, finally finished.

And when the last of the liquid pooled down into a thin puddle, you pushed the glass away.

Such tiny fingers.

Then, Masky, as sly as he can be, brings a closed fist up to his face, and clears his throat.

The sound could almost make you flinch, the silence you thought you bode in disturbed.

Your head shot up, eyes big and wide— so pretty. They land on the table in the far back corner, their table. Fingers fiddling with each other, your face scrunches up to what they could make out of what it seems like both worry and curiosity.

Hoodie grins wider, raising a hand while waving his fingers at you, head tilting.

Masky curls his pointer at you, beckoning for you to come over like a dog.

Toby merely just blinks at you– but the shuffling of his hips and his hands over his crotch— tells you things you didn't volunteer to know.

[theamberparadise]

Haosiyy bdithrsay

Guess who’s birthday it is 😭🥳

I hope my parents don’t forget it🫶🫶

[theamberparadise]

𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞.

[theamberparadise]

happy belated falliversary brian🦭

[theamberparadise]

Jeff the…..

Jeff the kisser

Id that okay? Is it okay for him to be like that?