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Till Dawn || Eyeless Jack
Smut, 18+, minors dni. Tw: size kink, overall rough ass sex, unrealistic demon sex, stalking, a sprinkle of cnc, safe word IS in place, obsession, blood, blah blah. all the things. i had to lock tf in to finish this, it’s been sitting unfinished foreverrr. here you go my lovely’s <3
part two is here
You were a fascinating creature.
EJ thought so, anyways.
Many years had passed since he had been human, his interest in mortals having previously faded. That engrossment only slipping away further after he had moved into Slenderman’s mansion.
Typically, besides killing for food, (and maybe fun), he never strayed from home.
When Jack wasn’t home, he was never staying. Always passing through.
That was, until he saw you.
Your scent was divine, the demon lurking inside the depths of EJ clinging onto the idea of a tasty snack.
Once Jack had found you, he began studying you from a far.
You weren’t hard to find, the annoyed curses leaving your lips giving away your location easily. You were awkwardly stumbling over your arms full of groceries, struggling to unlock the front door to your tiny home.
Typically EJ wouldn’t have noticed your behavior at all, his animalistic instincts shouting at him to break into the window upstairs. To slide in, waiting for you to get settled. To creep behind you and slit your throat. He could hear your heartbeat, the steady pulse sending adrenaline through his veins. His mouth was beginning to salivate under his mask, his interest now peaked as he observed your life.
You liked your coffee mostly black, with a single sugar cube. You were a night owl, giving Jack plenty to watch as he hid in the shadows of darkness. It occurred to EJ as he watched you join another round of an online game, your thick headset covering your ears, that he hadn’t really thought about what humans did in a long time.
Over the years he had sort of lost the man he once was, forcing himself to view mortals as meals, nothing more. After all, one sensitive vital organ and they’d be dead. Humans were so fragile. They aged so much quicker than he did. Why would he ever get attached?
The thought of a potential attachment hadn’t occurred to him, ever. EJ was content with passing through. He was content with his minimum social interacts with his fellow creeps back at the mansion.
But your scent.
Eyeless Jack grew more and more puzzled the longer he studied you. Why did you smell so fucking good? He had never cared for blood before, wounds not visible on your body anyways. Your pulse was normal, but he heard pulses around him all the time. Including two sets he lived with. Unless he was hunting, EJ had grown accustomed to tuning them out.
What was it about you?
It wasn’t until one night he was perched up in an oak tree, watching you prepare for bed. EJ had never considered himself to be a peeping tom. The female body held no interest to him other than the organs it contained. That was of course, until he saw you changing. You had tugged your shirt over your head, your bare breast bouncing as you pulled down your pants. Your panties were lacey, a material EJ hadn’t touched in ages. For the first time in years, Jack could feel his boner brushing against the fabric of his boxers.
You were so innocent, so unaware of his presence. EJ felt heat rush to his cheeks, awkwardly looking around to make sure no one else was looking at you like he was. You were so careless, leaving your curtains open like this. He was sure you figured since you were on the second story no one could see you. Jack liked that idea, him being the only one that could see you like this.
This made him only pay more attention. His attention now was not only on you, but the people you associated with. EJ liked that you mostly had friends and regular coworkers. He had no competition, no problem to deal with. His mind overworked itself trying to come up with realistic scenarios where he could meet you. Where he could feel the heat of your body, his cock buried in your cunt.
Despite Jacks obsession, he knew that the situation wasn’t ideal. His being over 6’5 and having dark gray skin the very least of his appearance issues.
The longer he watched your life, he noticed you were lonely. It didn’t matter how many friends you hung out with, he saw the look on your face deep in the night. The photos in your room of everyone you loved, every single photograph missing yourself. The filthy books you spent your time reading, the romance movies you watched. You needed a lover. Someone to tend to your needs, every dark desire.
He was over the moon when the opportunity presented itself.
Ben had given him a heads up, letting him know a ‘gnarly storm’ was heading the way EJ had recently been camping out at.
Standing in the rain wasn’t ideal for EJ. He didn’t particularly like being wet, the rain beginning to pour down. The thunder clapping and lightning striking was comforting for him, the wetness of the situation, not so much.
It was a usual night for you, your teddy bear wrapped desperately in your arms as you attempted to fall asleep. EJ watched you turn over restlessly, the storm clearly delaying your regular sleeping cycle. His gaze wondered over to the bright pink vibrator charging on your nightstand, his eyebrows raising.
When did he miss that?
It had to have been when he went to hunt earlier. Living off of deer was borderline revolting, his craving for human organs much more prominent. However he knew if he wanted to stay, eating one too many human organs created too much attention. A good chase from the cops taught him that lesson. Took him lots of stitches to heal, ones he had to do himself.
It occurred to Jack in that moment that if he was going to go through on his idea now was the time. He slowly walked down the thick branch of the oak tree, careful not to slip as he approached your window. He crouched down, raising his hand. He tapped on your window with his index finger, the unfamiliar feeling of fear filling him. Would you call the cops? What would you do? He watched you stir in your bed, as if you were internally debating if the noise was real.
EJ waited patiently for the thunder to subside, before tapping again. This time you sat up, your eyes landing on the window. EJ nervously realized this was the first time you were looking at him. He raised his large gray hand, waving at you. Your eyebrows furrowed, throwing the sheets off of you as you approached your window. EJ knew your window was broken, unable to be locked. He noted you pretending to unlock it, before shoving it upwards.
“Can I um, help you?” You asked. The rain droplets were splashing into your dry room due to the wind. EJ didn’t like that. He cleared his throat, trying to sound as non threatening as possible. He knew humans to be sensitive and after all of these years of not thinking twice about his voice, he was thinking about it now. “May I come in? It’s a bit wet out here,” EJ said as calmly as he possibly could. He watched you study him, your eyes fixated on his gray hands.
“I’m n-not so sure that’s a good idea. My brother’s home and I don’t think-” You stuttered, the lies spilling from your lips. Jack didn’t like this. You weren’t a liar. Without touching you, he slid into your room nimbly without a second thought. His drenched clothes were dripping water on the floor, his sights scanning the room up close for the first time.
“Hey! You can’t just barge in here!” You yelled. You stormed over to your nightstand, grabbing a baseball bat with ‘Vikings Middle School’ engraved on it. You rose the bat over your shoulder, swinging it with full intent to hit your intruder. Your eyes widened in fear as EJ caught the bat in mind air, his slender gray fingers wrapped around the metal. He tiled his head to the side, observing you.
First lies and now an attempt at assault. This is not off to a great start.
Jack immediately caught a whiff of your scent, the newly founded fear reeking off of you. And it was divine. EJ pushed the bat aside, taking a step closer to you. “Dont lie to me. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to offer you what you truly want in exchange for shelter from the storm,” EJ said. You were adorable, practically shaking in fear as he towered over you.
“I don’t want money if that’s what you’re offering. I’m not interested-” You began protesting. Jack noted your heart racing, his ears twitching at the delightful sound. He made you nervous. EJ’s dark chuckle cut off your sentence, causing you to stop talking. “Thats not what you truly want,” Jack purred. With another few steps towards you, he had backed you into a wall. With his arms on each side of your head, he slowly rose his knee. With an unseen smirk, he placed his knee between your legs.
A skimpy nightgown rode up your thighs, your face turning a light pink. “You’re lonely, I can fix that. I’ll only stay until dawn,” EJ said. Consciously he made an effort to be gentle as he rose his hand to touch your face. You were softer than he could’ve imagined, the softest silks having nothing on your skin. “I’m n-not-” You stuttered. Your heart was racing faster. It was music to EJ’s ears. “The vibrator sitting on your nightstand says otherwise,” Jack replied cockily.
His new found confidence was evident, your attention fully on him. Finally on him. EJ leaned forward, tilting up his royal blue mask as he leaned towards your ear. His voice was deep and soft, his breath hot as you trembled beneath him. “I promise i’ll make you feel really good,” EJ purred. His words were utter filth, your face flushing with heat. You could feel your core throbbing, your lust for a stranger so dirty but so thrilling.
“What’s your name?” You whispered. EJ was surprised by your question, causing him to lean back and slide his mask back into place. “I’m Jack, but you can call me EJ,” He replied. You toyed with the idea of asking him what EJ stood for, but decided against it. You stood up a little straighter, attempting to take more control of the situation. “Well EJ, if you’re going to fuck me, you better fuck me like you mean it. I want you gone at dawn. Understood?” You asked boldly.
A devious smile was curling up EJ’s lips, his mask blocking the view of his razor like teeth. “I knew you’d give into me, I can smell your arousal,” EJ replied. His gaze traveled down your body, soaking in your cleave that was revealed and your plush upper thighs. As if you could sense his devious thoughts, you pushed at his chest. “Hey i’m not kidding. Be gone at dawn or i’m calling the cops,” You threatened. Jack chuckled, before grabbing both of your thighs.
He picked you up with ease, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. “Gone by dawn. I got it. If you want me to stop say red. Say anything else and I won’t, got it?” EJ asked. He carried you over to your bed, plopping you onto your soft mattress. You audibly whimpered an agreement, staring up at the man in front of you.
“Oh and one other thing,” EJ began, shoving his hoodie over his head. You marveled as his bare chest, his dark gray skin defining his muscles. “Dont freak out,” Jack finished. You stared at him blankly, blinking before he slid off his mask. EJ wasn’t a fan of removing his mask for any reason, not even to his victims. The most he would do is show his razor blade teeth every once in a while. Matter of a fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he had removed his mask in front of anyone.
Jack had pondered about what to do about his appearance, the oozing black empty eye sockets something that couldnt be ignored. He figured revealing it immediately would get it out of the way, and based on the way you reacted, he’d know what to do. His obsession with you wasn’t just pure filth or attraction, you smelled absolutely delicious.
He would win in every scenario.
He would know how to make his choice based on your reaction. You were confused, watching as EJ leaned down over you. He pinned you to the bed, your body on fire with desperation. “Scared?” Jack purred, waiting to hear all of the insults he heard in his worst nightmares. You found yourself nervously chuckling, thunder rumbling outside. “Only of not cumming,” You replied in a cocky tone, causing EJ to smile. Surely the unsettling rows of animalistic teeth were going to set you off.
But they didn’t.
Your approval and calmness gave EJ confidence, his lips bringing themselves to yours. He was careful, restraining himself so he didn’t accidentally nip you with one of his teeth. He kept his tongues in his mouth, deciding that would be a surprise for later. He was rough and needy, his lips practically begging yours to respond faster. His hips pressed down lower on yours, his bulge visible and pressed against your clothed cunt.
You tasted like mint, the taste flooding his tastebuds with an intense craving. You bucked your hips upwards, whimpering in his mouth as he grinded against you. “Needy huh?” Jack taunted. He pulled down your night gown, exposing your bare breast to him. He leaned down, placing soft and gentle kisses onto your chest. “I know you aren’t talking,” You teased.
EJ growled into your skin as he lowered himself down your body, prying open your thighs. “Whys that?” He murmured, pressing his chapped lips against your plush inner thighs. You clamped your mouth shut, your hips involuntarily moving upwards towards his mouth. “Dont think I get any play huh? Thats funny, considering you’re practically begging me to touch you,” Jack snickered cruelly. He was relishing and thriving in your desperation, dragging your panties down with his razor sharp teeth.
They poked holes in your thin panties, the shredded clothing being dragged down your legs. EJ couldn’t take his eyes off of your bare cunt, your cheeks flushing a shade of red as the demon above you admired your dripping wet cunt. Jack had seen a cunt before, in his human life and accidentally in his demon one. But yours, yours was a sight for sore eyes.
With his index finger and middle finger Jack spread open your lips, admiring how wet you were for him. “I don’t have all night-” You began complaining, only for one of EJ’s tongues to lick a stripe up your cunt. Electricity shot through your body, causing you to let out a sinful moan. “You do have all night. I have you until dawn. And trust me, you’re going to remember this long after,” Jack said, returning his attention to your aching core.
To your surprise Jack had three tongues, each of them assaulting your cunt is different ways. Two had made their way inside of you, abusing your cunt by fucking you. The other was attacking your clit, stimulating you into a babbling mess. You grabbed his hair, his name spilling off of your lips involuntarily. It was all happening so fast, your body struggling to keep up with the pleasure. Jack couldn’t contain himself, unable to tease you any longer.
Your pussy tasted better than any fucking organ he had ever eaten. You yanked at the roots of his brunette hair, chanting you were going to cum. This didn’t encourage him to slow down, the killer in between your thighs only wanting to make you do it again.
“F-fuck Jack I-I can’t,” You whined, closing your thighs around his head. Jack smirked as he removed one of his tongues from your clit, allowing him to speak. “You know what to say if you actually want me to stop. I think you like this though. I think you like being treated like the whore you are,” Jack panted. You felt humiliated at his words, your walls squeezing around his tongues.
This made EJ chuckle, his gaze now settled on your bright red face. “You like that don’t you? Being a whore for me?” Jack asked mockingly, continuing to fuck you with his tongues. Truth was when Jack had caught you reading the dirtiest of books, he ensured to do his research. To imagine himself being the one to do the things to you like he read in the filth romance novels.
You tried to hold back your unholy moans, biting your lower lip as Jack stared up at you. His third tongue playfully licked across your clit again, causing your hips to jolt upwards. “I asked you a question,” Jack said sternly. His large hands pinned down your waist, prying your thighs open. “Y-yes I like being a whore,” You replied pathetically, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. Jack brought his spare hand to your cunt, drawing quick circles around your throbbing clit.
Your legs began to tremble as an animalistic, low growl left EJs throat. “Whose whore are you? Tell me,” Jack ordered, your walls squeezing around his tongues. You could barely make sense of his words, the ecstasy he was providing you too heavenly. “I’m yours, i’m your whore Jack. Fuck, please make me cum,” You pleaded.
She taste good and can beg? Fuck me.
“Cum for me like the good little whore you are.”
Your legs shook violently and attempted to close as you came, Jacks merciless assault coming to an immediate halt. He watched you ride out your euphoria, slipping his tongues out of your cunt. Your pussy was red and puffy, suffering from the abuse of a demon. He wiped his chin with his hand, crawling up closer to you. Your heart was pounding so loudly it took everything in him for Jack not to tear it out of your chest.
“You’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” Jack growled, sloppily pushing down his pants. He leaned back, lightning flashing as he stroked his cock in front of you. “You sure you can handle me? You seem tense,” Jack asked teasingly. He knew was far bigger than you, your eyes widening at the mere sight of his shaft. “I can handle anything you throw at me,” You say, swallowing to create some moisture in your dry mouth. Your throat and mouth having gone dry from making so many sinful sounds.
Jack smirked as he slowly slid inside of you, his tip alone stretching you out. You whimpered, causing Jack to lean forward. He sank into you slowly, peppering soft kisses on your neck. Purposefully he targeted your more sensitive skin, testing the waters to see which areas made you loosen up more. You clawed at his back, your face scrunched up in pain. EJ studied your face carefully, slithering one of his hands down to your puffy clit. “T-too much,” You babbled, your words beginning to slur. Your hand slid down to grab Jacks wrist, the killer above you not changing his mind.
“Need you loosen up a bit more. You’re doing so good. You can do it for me, yeah?”
His words were like a remedy for your pain, his cock now fully buried inside of you. You pulled your hand away from his wrist, your fingertips brushing over the outline of his cock inside of your stomach. You forced yourself to open your eyes, the sloppy circles Jack was drawing around your clit helping you adjust. You swallowed hard, meeting the gaze of the lust filled demon above you. “You can move,” You whispered. Jacks ears twitched, almost as if he was making sure he heard you right.
“Play with your clit for me while I fuck you,” Jack ordered. You did as instructed, your small fingers trailing down to your abused clit. You drew slow circles as Jack propped himself up, slowly bucking his hips into yours. You let out a loud moan, his cock hitting your g spot. The demons gaze fell down to your womb, his eye sockets widening as he saw the shape of his cock slide in and out of you. “So fucking tight for me,” Jack snarled, picking up the pace.
His thrust were brutal and animalistic, unlike anything you had ever seen before. Or felt before. His pace was relentless, his body not seeming to tire. “Jack!” You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. He brought you into a sloppy kiss, struggling to be careful not to cut you with his teeth as he fucked you. “You feel so much better than I thought you’d feel. Fuck,” EJ groaned into your mouth, losing his control.
One of his teeth nicked your lower lip, a small tinkle of red crimson blood dripping down your bottom lip. Jack didn’t have time to think, his mouth on yours immediately. But this time, for a different reason. He sucked at your bottom lip as he pounded you, moaning at the taste of your blood. You felt disgusted how accepting your body was of this, your eyes fluttering shut as you allowed him to suck at your lower lip. Jacks orgasm was coming closer, even if he didn’t want it to.
His pace didn’t let up for a second, his body a slave to your pussy. He released your lip with a pop, growling as he felt his orgasm come closer and closer. “I’m going to fucking breed you. You’re gonna be all mine, all fucking mine,” Jack huffed, his control long gone. His gaze met yours, your face fucked out and your moans incoherent. “Cum with me. Cum all over me,” He panted, his orders now weak. Your small fingers were replaced with his own, his slender fingers resuming the assault on your clit.
“Fucking shit, EJ!” You cried out, gripping his arm as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your walls were milking his cock, begging him for his cum. They were pleading with him to breed your pretty little cunt, to make you all his. Your orgasm was all it took, his hips stuttering as he came inside of you. His moans were no longer the human language, his sounds of pleasure reverting back to incoherent growls. EJ panted as he looked down at you, your bottom lip puffy.
Your neck was covered in light purple and brown bruises, his light pepper kisses not as light as he thought. You were fucked out, your body lying limply on the mattress below you. Slowly he slid his cock out of you, your cunt red and puffy from the abuse. EJ watched as a mixture of his and your cum dripped out of you, your breathing slow and heavy. “Y/n?” Jack whispered. He was terrified he had broken you, his gaze landing on the bruises in the shape of his fingers that had littered your soft thighs.
You murmured an audible response, causing Jack to sigh in relief. He looked over his shoulder, the sun coming over the horizon. The storm had subsided, a light spring shower coming down from the sky above instead. You sat up slowly, watching your tall demon lover dress himself. You were dizzy and tired, blinking slowly as he shoved his pants back on. “You don’t wanna stay?” You asked softly, yawning. EJ gave you a cheeky smile, before shoving his mask back on.
“We had a deal didn’t we? It’s dawn,” Jack said. He began to put his hoodie on, your eyes softening with disappointment. Jack could feel his stomach growling, the taste of your blood fueling his desire for a tasty meal. He wanted to stay, but he knew he would kill you if he lost control again. Without thinking he handed you his hoodie, before heading over to the window. You sat there dumbfounded, watching as he gave you a small wave goodbye.
“Don’t worry, i’ll be back,”
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Him fucking you on your period. Your blood webbing over his cock each time he pulled out. Mesmerized by your pretty blood coating his cock, abdomen, your ass and thighs. He can’t get enough…it may be your least favorite time of the month but it’s definitely his favorite. He’s a sick fuck, he can’t get over the smell and the feeling. Your pretty red blood turning him on so much he could cum almost insanity. He WILL eat you out on your period. You might ask him to stop but he NEEDS to taste you, he NEEDS it. He’ll literally beg for you to let him eat you out..but you can’t deny he looks hot with the lower half of his face covered in your blood and cum. And yes, he will swallow your cum and blood mixture, in fact craves it. He’s a sick fuck who loves being covered in your blood.
<3
Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Bloody Painter, any of your favs
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Creepypasta NSFW Ideas!
:Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Jeff the killer, bloody painter, laughing Jack, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Jason the toymaker, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Homicidal Liu x fem reader
A/N: I’m not really to sure what to call this one, just random sexy prompts.
Eyeless Jack:
Jack looking down at your wide open legs, tied to the bedpost. Watching you hungrily. You wiggled a little,
“C’mon Jack! Stop teasing,” you pouted, pussy clenching around nothing. Jack salivated quietly.
Jack contemplated, originally he wanted to ignore you and tease, but seeing his plan put out in person immediately diminished his blueprint.
You frowned, looking up at Jacks onyx eyes, “are you alr…-shit.” You moaned as Jack laid down in front of your pussy and licked the skin around the clit.
“Wait please!” You wiggled, trying to get Jack to suck on your flower. He put his hand on your hips, pushing down to immobilize you and going in for the kill. Giving a long taste from your wet heat to your clit.
You whimpered at the contact. Jack paused again, gripping your hips tighter as if he were recollecting himself and suddenly went back in. Sucking at your clit and spreading your folds to see your wet leave your pretty little cunt.
Jack found an enthusiastic rhythm that allowed him to suckle your honey with as much fever as possible without overwhelming you. He’d suck on your clit and circle around to your hole, shoving in one of his tongues while the other tongue aggressively circled your clit.
Creating a beautiful melody of whimpers to jacks sensitive ears. His tongue fucking you so good, you couldn’t help but try to wiggle again, already so fucked out. Jack chuckled at this, the vibrations stimulating you even more.
“Jack, nghh— please! O-oh!” You moaned quietly under your breath, the pressure inside you building up so heavily, you felt overwhelmed.
Jack listened to your babbling, and allowed his index finger to rub your clit, so he could focus on sucking your ambrosia from you. You were so close.
Suddenly, you couldn’t stop tensing, and your voice failed you multiple times with Jacks pleasure overload. Without warning, your ambrosia sprayed out and covered Jack all over with your sweet. He loved it, and he didn’t stop going either, this time licking up the mess your pussy couldn’t stop producing. Luckily for him, at least. Jack can’t get enough of you.
Ben Drowned:
Ben tugged on his restraints with a smirk on his face until he dragged his eyes towards you, sitting on top of his bulge. You met his eyes and smiled softly, though it turned into a frown as Ben thrusted his hips up towards you.
“What do you think you’re doing,” you taunted. “I don’t know, what am I doing?” He taunted back, still smirking.
“You’re cute,” you patted his cheek once and then slapped him lightly. He moaned in response, the sides of his stomach getting goosebumps as his arousal increased, he thrusted his hips forward again.
You smirked and leaned down, pulling his boxers off to release his pretty, blushed dick. Licking from the tip to the balls. His balls were always very sensitive. You looked up at him deviously before deepthroating him.
Ben, mid-laugh, choked on his own moan. He couldn’t help but to thrust himself into your mouth. Twisting and switching, you attempted to slow him by putting your hands on his hips. Your action effected nothing.
The way your bedroom was set up, your bed was in front of the door in the middle of the room. The left side of the bedroom had your guys mounted TV. This is important because all of a sudden the door knob to your bedroom clicked open.
You and Ben’s lidded eyes met, but not for that reason. Ben felt like warm ice was shooting through his stomach and around his sensitive dick. He was going to cum soon. You felt Ben’s dick twitch inside your mouth, so you took him in deeper. Ben released without any warning except for his various whimpers and heavy breathing.
Your mouth filled with him, you felt like you could choke, but you’d of loved that. Ben moaned as you released his dick, wanting to cum again. Both breathing heavily, you sat up and stretched.
“C’mere,” Ben muttered with his eyes still closed, he hasn’t opened them. You leaned forward and kissed Ben on the lips sweetly. Ben opened his eyes and smiled at you, flinching when he noticed someone behind you.
You looked behind you and noticed Jeff who was staring at your bare ass that leaned over Ben. He jumped and ran out of the room when he noticed the both of you staring.
“Shut the door!” The two of you shouted in sink.
Jeff the killer:
Jeff looked up from your messy pussy, and smiled willingly, slapping your clit playfully. You writhed, as he’s been going at you for awhile now.
He stood up and you breathed a sigh of relief. Jeff spread your pussy out and inhaled out of horniness. Taking a second, Jeff quickly put a finger in you, to test how wet you are. Moving his finger around, causing your pussy to clench and your legs to shake at the sensitivity.
When satisfied, Jeff finally started putting his tip into your sensitive walls. Your lower body thrusted forward, trying to take his dick in more. Jeff bottomed out inside of you, causing you to tense and your legs shook more.
Luckily your hole wasn’t hurting, he only did oral. It was your clit that was sore, but if anything you wanted his dick in you oh so badly.
“Feeling desperate, are we?” Jeff chuckled, “don’t worry, I can take care of this.”
Jeff started thrusting into you lightly, causing you to arch your back. He held you up by the arch in your back, and fucked harder into you. Eventually becoming merciless.
Your brain and body turned to mush, already fucked out. Jeff taunted you lightly, in response you slapped him, causing Jeff to go primal. Nailing into you like a hammer, you felt the familiar feeling of the heat of a thousand suns arising from your body, starting at your pussy.
“Shit, I can feel you clenching—“ Jeff choked out, it becoming difficult for him to focus.
“It’s alright, baby, let it all out— I c-can take it-ah!” Jeff slightly lightly begged, going as fast as he could out of desperation. You whined, it felt like you were being touched in all the right places.
“Pl-plea— ah!” You whimpered and came all over him, the tightness of you causing Jeff to cum a few thrusts later.
Jeff slid out exhaustedly, “yknow, I’m not gonna stop until you’re full of me. I want to see you dripping, not only from yourself, but from me.”
Laughing Jack:
Jack had been away for awhile, a couple of days. He was busy tracking down some creep that lived on the outskirts of the forest. You had been getting lonely, also no one was telling you when he’d come back.
In order to cope with your anxieties you resorted to masturbating. What? It helped with more than one problem.
You had dimmed the lights and made a comfortable nest for yourself, slowly starting to feel yourself up. Actually getting into it, your hand descended slowly to your clit, rubbing gently.
Getting into a rhythm with yourself, you started to ignore all the sounds around you, focusing only on yourself and your aching cunt.
Fortunately for jack, he had just arrived at the scene. You sprawled out on the shared bed, legs wide open and the whimpers.
Jack almost felt unreal watching this and quietly he retracted his razor sharp claws into normal hands. Then, he teleported right between your legs and replaced your fingers with his.
Sighing at the familiar feeling of you, Jack wiggled his fingers in and out. You opened your eyes, startled, but moaned as Jack hit a deep spot.
“Ja—ah!”
Jack smirked, knowing your orgasm was already near before he came into the room.
“Go on, cum.” He demanded, leaning down with his tongue out, kitten licking your clit, causing your lower half to rise from the bed.
The heat in your stomach suddenly snapped like a rubber band, feeling like your entire body was buzzing and stimulated.
Dr Smiley:
Smiley and you shared half of the chocolate. Romantic chocolate for special occasions. This occasion was boredom.
It didn’t kick in immediately, took about 30 minutes or so, but you and Smiley weren’t impatient. Talking about nerd stuff until they eventually started working.
Your clit throbbed, but smiley didn’t really seem affected at all. “Did you even eat the chocolate?”
Smiley smirked and shook his head, you groaned, but didn’t really mind. He’d take care of you anyways.
“I love how ravishing you get with this chocolate,” smiley chuckled and spread his legs. He patted his left leg, wanting you to sit on it.
You did so with glee. He immediately started bouncing his knee, holding your hips with his hands as you started rubbing himself against him desperately.
“Kiss me,” you gave him puppy eyes. What you wanted was to be well bred by him.
It took a bit for you to reach your orgasm, the familiar shocking sensation you could feel in your legs as you tensed and shook.
“Dont worry, baby, there’s more where that came from.”
Puppeteer:
You two had a bet going. Who could make the other cum without penetration or oral? It was a green night, so both of you were high. The buzzing feeling in your head making things so much better as Puppeteer grinded into you.
It wasn’t as good as actual penetration, but the thought that he wanted you so bad make you start grinding back.
He was wearing sweatpants and you in your underwear. With every thrust into your backside, you felt his bulge rub against your clit repeatedly.
The feeling was strange but not unwelcome. With Pup’s superhuman stamina and the constant rubbing of your clit, it almost felt like one of those pulsing vibrators.
The realization made your brain dumb and a small whimper came out as your body slowly tensed up to achieve a very slow orgasm. It seemed puppeteer was close too, as he somehow sped up, abusing your clit at this point.
Your body burned, and the smell of smoke only helped enhance the pleasure and with that you came. Your entire body burning up and tensing. Puppeteer came behind you, some of his cum leaking from his sweatpants (he wasn’t wearing underwear)
But puppeteer wasn’t done, he wanted to abuse your cunt once again.
Jason the toymaker:
Ever since Jason found out about how sensitive your nipples were, he couldn’t stop giving you boob hickeys. It was an addiction at this point, sometimes he would just suck on them just to do it and to see your reaction.
It was cold at the mansion, winter time too. Everyone was in their rooms huddling together. You and Jason were no different. He layed behind you, squeezing your waist.
“You know what I just realized?” He paused, squeezing you tighter, “I’ve never played with your boobs!”
You let out a light laugh, “so?” Jason looked at you teasingly, “so…” he squeezed your boob tight.
Obviously, caught off guard you squeaked and blushed.
“I didn’t think you were sensitive this way…” Jason teased and turned in to your sideways body, facing your boobs.
He flipped your shirt up as you spluttered, feeling the cold air on your nipples, hardening them. Jason stared for a second and took one of your boobs into his mouth, the other one his hand played with.
The feeling went straight to your core, you could feel your cunt getting wet and tingly. Moving to your back rather than side, it amplified the feeling much more.
You rubbed your thighs together, thrusting your hips upward, craving friction. Your body trembled as this happened. Surprisingly, your nipples were very very sensitive. Although you didn’t come, your body was definitely a fountain.
Ticci Toby:
You were teasing Toby, sitting atop his dick unmoving. Toby, on the other hand, was attempting to get paperwork for Slenderman done.
You continuously teased him though, clenching your vagina, rubbing your clit, riding him for a couple of seconds but then stopping. He was getting worn out, wanting nothing then to fuck you raw and breed you.
God he wanted to fuck you so bad—“are you done with your paperwork, honey?” Toby looked at your faux innocent face and felt his dick twitch.
“Yeah…” Toby grumbled, adjusting and accidentally hitting your g-spot. You moaned as Toby smirked.
Toby realized that he had the upper hand here. He hugged you softly, making you think he wasn’t okay. Really he just grabbed apart of your hips and started thrusting up into your wet, sopping walls.
“Cant tease me anymore,can you?”
You, who sat on him, felt every hit of his dick as he thrusted. Your slick started falling from you and dropping more onto Toby. He only thrusted harder. Lewd sounds erupted from your pussy and from him.
“She likes me, doesn’t she?” Toby muttered, rubbing your clit. You whimpered, feeling yourself start to burn up.
You started rocking yourself on him, equally as aggressive. The burn grew as did the pulse on your clit. You moaned close to Toby’s ear and he came inside you. You came a minute or two later, with the feeling and light thrusting of Toby and his dick twitching.
Masky:
Tim’s always wanted to…. Experiment with you. He loved you and your body. Every moment he was close with you was the best moment of his life. Naturally, he’d just love being inside you.
There were sometimes Tim would get so into himself in you, that he couldn’t help but breed you. It’s not his fault that you’re so amazing, you make him pathetic.
Masky one night at a bar decided that he needed you. And my, he couldn’t stop fucking you. This was what? The third time he’s came tonight? You got no breaks.
The ball already rolled and there was no stopping him. Tim couldn’t stop touching you and rubbing you it was insane. You felt like your body couldn’t stop burning. At some point you could feel Tim’s cum drip out of you, but that didn’t stop him.
After the fifth time you had to beg, “Tim— augh, please. Slow down, we nee- to h-head home.” You begged, at this point turning around and taking his dick out. Your pussy clenched around the lack of intrusion.
Masky was still desperate, but he agreed regardless. On the car ride home, he ended up rubbing your clit as he realized hes only given you penetration orgasms. He wanted to wear you out fully so that both your hole and your clit were sore but begging.
Hoodie:
Hoodie traced your body lightly with his hands, feeling you up, but not enough for anything to happen. He gripped your hip tightly, pushing his bulge into your ass. Softly rocking, hoodie quietly apologized.
You giggled and unzipped his pants. He understood and started rubbing your clit, moving your panties aside.
Your body sparkled with pleasure, the sweet fluids of your pussy leaking out of you like a fountain. Hoodie almost moaned feeling it.
Slowly, Hoodie eased his large dick into your tiny pussy. God you were so tight, your pussy too small to take him in. Hoodie laughed at your pleas.
Hoodie prodded inside you until his penis was fully in. You could see a bulge in your stomach from it. To be honest it hurt, it always hurt at first. He was really good though once the pain went away.
You whined as the burn continued, you gave Brian the good to go though. He rocked into you slowly as your core immediately heated up upon his invasion. His dick was big enough he barely had to move it to hit your g-spot.
He kept consistently hitting the spongy spot inside you, making you become more wet.
Slowly, the burn in your core swarmed your pussy. You pulsed and clenched around hoodie. Light melodic moans coming from both your mouths. The orgasm ripped through your pussy, lasting for a couple seconds until you were left twitching because hoodie wasn’t stopping anytime soon.
Bloody painter:
“There, done!” Helen had set down the paintbrush he used to paint your body. There were red, yellow and bright green for a neon affect. He had you positione in an erotic way against a plain black portrait, you were completely nude only covered by non-toxic body paint. The design only covered your stomach to your thighs and your ass.
Helen stared at you for a good second, making you nervous as you sat up, still covered in the paint. Suddenly, he smirked, “I have a better idea!”
He unzipped his pants and released his semi-hard dick, “you wanna come get me off? I know a way I can make this painting better.”
You smirked back and crouched under him, cupping his balls and gripping the head. Helen sucked in a breath, you licked the smooth skin around his penis teasingly.
Helen picked your head up by the back of your hair, “Don’t play with me, whore.”
You nodded with false innocence, Helen smirked and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “Now get me off,” he whispered in your ear.
The next move you did was continuing your hand job, without all the teasing. You get wetter by the minute, but it wasn’t like Helen would notice. After awhile you started squirming at the sounds of Helen’s pleasure.
Eventually, Helen felt as if he were pulsing everywhere. “Shit—I’m almost there, keep goin’, just like that—“ his cum fell over the portrait, onto where your ass was previously. Helen quickly snapped a photo of it and carefully wiped the cum off. He’d have to paint white later.
Helen turned and saw you rubbing your thighs together, he cooed “aw, you need my help?” You nodded pathetically. Helen lifted you up and quickly pulled his belt off to tie your hands together.
He kissed you roughly, putting his hands onto your pussy, cupping it gently. You grabbed his hand and grinded against it, “that’s right, go ahead and get yourself off for me, alright?”
Helen continued to kiss you, pushing you against the wall with his unused hand. “You need me to do anything, don’t you?” You nodded, grinding harder against his hand.
You moaned as Helen decided to rub his hand against your clit, you arched your back harshly. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Helen laughed cruelly.
“I just need you—“ fuck, helen thought.
Out of nowhere, it seemed your body was struck with lightnight, you saw white. Your body shivered as you came.
“Damn it,” Helen said, his hand still in you. “We did this on a white wall… your paint hasn’t dried yet.”
Homicidal Liu:
You had just gotten out of the shower and were in the middle of oiling your legs, Liu opened the door but quickly closed his eyes. “Shit, sorry!”
You smiled awkwardly, “it’s alright, I’m just moisturizing.” Liu opened his eyes, staring at your freshly oiled body that stood glistening in the candlelight. Not to mention, the mirror in front of you made the vision much more appealing.
Slowly, Liu stalked over to you without saying anything. He dug himself into your neck, kitten licking it. One hand hugged your waist, while the other ghosted around your vulva. You turned your head for a kiss, Liu noticed and lifted his head to kiss your lips softly.
His hand started rubbing your cunt lightly, causing you to gush with need. Unfortunately, Liu took his hand off you completely to unzip his pants, he grabbed some oil and spread it around his dick.
Focusing back on you, he licked a stripe up your neck and lifted you up slightly to rest against the bathroom sink. You knew what was coming next, as Liu continuously peppered kisses on your neck.
He slid his oiled cock inbetween your thighs, not really affecting you until he started rubbing your clit with the rhythm of his thrusting.
“Fuck,” he muttered, squeezing your thighs tighter around him. Helen hit a spot on your clit that specifically made you jolt.
Liu continued fucking your thighs harder and harder, and at this point he was fucking your clit too. You moaned as his tip hit the button of your clit, jolting back into him. Liu let out a small moan, chasing his high.
Your orgasm started slower than his, but when it came it came. The fire slowly started burning you inside and out, only stopping when Liu eventually slowed down. His tip still lightly punching your clit with every thrust. You shook and writhed as he came, you following soon after.
“Guess I’m gonna have to clean you up, aren’t I?” Liu smirked, kneeling in front of you and pushing you to sit on the sink.
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If you can, could I request BEN Drowned fluff / smut headcanons like about himself, with his headcanon age, hobbies, facts, what he is into or would like & want in a relationship, and what he would be like with a gamer girlfriend/ s/o?
If ya taking requests rn still?✨😇😊💖
Ben Drowned general + NSFW hcs
A/N: yes!! absolutely. i love getting to talk about how the pastas do their pastaing in my mind. i have so many headcanons for everyone that im excited to share!! also sorry i forgot to include the gamer gf part but i don't think it would change a lot of what i wrote!!
btw sorry for fucking dying i have been busy 😭😭 but no one worry i will still continue to work on requests!! if anyone has any marble hornets stuff they wanna request i will zoom you to the front of the queue so fucking quick. anyways enough of me yapping.
cw: 18+ nsfw, toxic relationships, crying kink,
GENERAL
ben is mentally and physically 22, but he can be quite emotionally immature at times. when he died he never stopped growing and maturing, his soul was just stuck in limbo. think like the worst waiting room ever.
he's surprisingly tall, standing at about 5'9. he's lanky but not bone thin. could easily get pretty far in a fight without his ghost powers.
the link costume only appears when he’s in his ghost form. so for example, when he’s messing with someone on their computer he’ll appear as the canon BEN we’re most familiar with. when he’s just chilling in his physical body, he mostly wears beat up hoodies and sweatpants.
contrary to popular belief, ben's not the hardcore gamer everyone thinks he is. sure, he'll play some overwatch or whatever when he's bored but he honestly just prefers to watch tv and browse the internet. understandably REFUSES to play any zelda games. if you were trapped in a video game for decades would you ever wanna touch it again? exactly.
ben loves to draw little comics and troll (see: horrifically traumatize) people online. god forbid you get into twitter beef with this man because he will crawl through your monitor at 3am and leave you with a crippling fear of technology. dude thinks it's absolutely hilarious. a true knee slapper.
lowkey has a sugar addiction. will slam down 4 cans of pepsi in one sitting. he's very lucky that he's basically a ghost because the kidney stones would be plentiful.
ROMANTIC
you know that guy with the blown out speakers in his car, lives off of energy drinks and burnt blue razz ice elfbars, swears aphex twin is the modern mozart and works on the grill at your local wendy’s? yeah thats ben. or at least would be him if he was still human.
“why would you need a chair, my lap is literally right here babe.”
would absolutely wear your skin if given the opportunity. not in a weird way. he’s just EXTREMELY touchy.
he needs someone who is significantly more organized and motivated than him. he can go almost a week without showering and it should honestly be considered biological warfare when he tries to smother you with affection during these episodes.
after awhile of you guys dating he LOVES the idea of y’all showering together. he has a fear of water and while showers aren’t too much of a trigger, your presence helps ease his anxiety.
favorite pet names: bro, dude, dawg, babe, bitch (non derogatory)
not really a romantic but he tries his best. a perfect date for him is just getting some takeout, watching youtube, talking about stupid shit and play fighting. if you want something more traditional or extravagant then he’ll oblige to make you happy but those types of dates make him feel quite suffocated and nervous. try to save those for special occasions.
now let’s talk about his problems because just like the other creeps he is ANGSTY.
he’s probably the most emotionally stable and healthiest of the group but he definitely still has his toxic traits, after all this man is a ghost that mentally tortures and kills his victims through manipulation.
ben would never ever get physical with his partner no matter how enraged he is but he absolutely is the type to do some mental damage when he gets carried away. ben drowned? more like ben gaslighted.
the type to say some shit that would keep you up for years and then kiss you the next morning like the argument never happened. he finds it easier to ignore problems than to actively talk and fix them. you’re gonna have to teach him some important communication skills or else you’ll grow to resent him after all the bottled up rage.
a bit too brutally honest and blunt for his own good so if you have thin skin the relationship would fall apart pretty quickly. he wants someone who can drag him twice as hard as he dragged you. bonus points if your insults are consistently funny as hell.
please watch anime with him and discuss it. he would propose on the spot, especially if you play with his hair.
pro player tip: if you want him to clean his disgusting room, help him and make it fun! he just needs a little push and motivation at times. and being around you makes him want to get his shit together.
big fan of late night make-out sessions. i’m talking like 45 minutes straight of just slobbering on each other’s faces with tongues down throats. if you don’t want his hands running over every inch of your body then you’ll probably have to chain him to the wall.
NSFW
okay. so he’s a little inexperienced with his hands. he’s just a slow learner. be vocal with him about what you like!!
ben's about 7inches and slightly skinnier than average but he will have you seeing stars in record time. the dick game is no joke. he tends to go fast and deep most times.
i can see him being a switch in the idgaf-as-long-as-i’m-fucking way. dude will go with the flow and will try mostly anything.
definitely one of the least aggressive pastas during sex. he has sadistic tendencies but he’s more of a edge/overstimulate you until you cry versus a beat the shit out of you and rip hair out of your scalp type. he’s pretty vanilla given his occupation.
despite his love of roasting the fuck out of you on a daily basis, the only words that come out of this man’s mouth is heavenly praise. he looks at you like you’re the most gorgeous being on the planet and he’ll let you know it.
he loves to whisper praises into your ear while you ride him.
he's more of a receiver than a giver when it comes to oral. he'll absolutely spend hours between your legs if given the chance but nothing beats the sight of you on your knees and teary eyed with his length in your mouth.
he can be a bit of a head pusher but just let him face-fuck you every now and then, hearing his loud moans will be worth it.
did i mention how much of a crying kink this man has? you guys could be on round three and if he stares at your teary eyed fucked-out face for longer than 10 seconds he'll immediately get hard again. you'll have to beg him to give your poor body a break.
he's also into choking but only if he's the one doing it. if you try to restrict his breathing he'll panic and the mood would get ruined.
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I don’t know if you’re taking request, if not then ignore this😭
I am not the person that requested the Ben drowned x reader with Wendy’s personality headcanons but I fell in love with them. I was wondering if you could do more headcanons of it or would you be willing to do headcanon about ben drowned x elf reader (sorry if this is confusing, English isn’t my first language)
Take care ❤️
It's okay angel! My English isn't the best either and it's not my first language
𝕭𝖊𝖓 𝕯𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗!𝕰𝖑𝖋
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 (𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡)
I imagine Ben drowned looking at you as if you were some kind of new bass, in my head, Ben drowned believed that only he and Dark Link were indeed elves, perhaps because of their games, but you understand.
In my headcanon, I don't believe Eyeless Jack has any kind of pointed ears, and if he did, it would be hidden by his hair and hood, and also because it's quite small compared to Ben's and Dark's ears.
He would be a little fascinated, I mean, he never really noticed his own elf ears, but now looking at you, he becomes a bit interested when your ears lower and raise depending on your mood.
I believe he would find it quite cute to see your ears reacting to your mood, perhaps he would say absurd or cheesy things just to see your expression, maybe to see if your pointed ears move with your mood.
COUPLE'S GAME!! Okay, I know he's an assassin and all, but for some reason, maybe having seen drawings or something on the internet, he just wanted to wear couple's earrings with you, and not just any earrings, but earrings that can fill the ears, like elf earrings, those that are big.
Nicknames… I swear to God, if Ben doesn't just flirt about Link and Zelda, kill me, but I believe he will!! And it just won't stop, he might even call you his own Zelda! Maybe even invite you to cosplay.
Ah, but I don't have blonde hair, he doesn't mind, that's what Twilight Princess Zelda is for, she's not blonde, maybe you could do other cosplays if your hair color isn't that of any Zelda.
Perhaps you'll be dubbed "elf couple" because of the ears.
Again, he can be a jerk, so maybe he could make some jokes if you're not lovers or whatever, boyfriends.
"I didn't realize there were people copying me."
In his head, elf people didn't exist, he thought that only existed in fiction, so if you're not from a game, he'll simply be surprised.
Maybe something like "So you mean those childish crap is real?!"
He'll be surprised if you're not from a Zelda game.
If your ears are a bit bigger than Ben's, I believe if you're not lovers, he would tease about it, maybe with something like "That's not elf ear, it's elephant ear!" Even if it's just 1 cm bigger than his ears.
Absolutely! Nicknames related to Zelda got a thousand times stronger, good luck with that.
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Yellow! Loved your BEN Drowned Dating HCs, they made my heart skip a few beats. Pardon me if this isn't allowed, but could I request some sort of BEN "aftermath" scenario with a reader who's been distancing herself from electricity in order to escape BEN? (A tad bit like Netflix's horror movie Umma if you've seen it) Then one day, electricity pops back intro her life, hauling a BEN along with it who's not about to let you repeat the same mistake without knowing the consequences.
Condolences if that isn't allowed. If not, Ticci Toby Dating HCs instead?
BEN Drowned; You Can't Run
|| Word Count: 2.2K || Angst → Comfort → Fluff ||
A/N: Can do, I've been wanting to write for BEN again, though this did take me a while 🙃 and I'll add Toby headcanons to my list. I've been thinking about some stuff for Jeff The Killer too? I mean, if you want 😎
A releasing click sounds as you pull the final plug out of the socket, flipping off the switches on the wall, the little red strips hidden as they're pushed down. Your hands are trembling, and you stay where you're standing for a few long moments, your uneven breathing all you can hear.
There. It's done. It's gone. Breathe.
Your home is stripped of its electronics, the TV screen dead, your laptop and phones' batteries lying beside them. Even some of the lights are off, every mains switch is turned off, red strips hidden from sight. This was the last resort, and you know it could work if you leave everything off for a while. BEN can't get to you without electricity to power your gadgets, practically all of which have been infected by his presence. He was everywhere, but like this, he can't get to you. You're okay.
It wasn't that BEN had ever tried to harm you, though you knew he could if he tried. The whole thing was just so unsettling and confusing, it kept you up at night. Your life went from normal, to a glitchy, disturbing version of Majora's Mask you'd found at a garage sale, from an old neighbour who was moving out garage sale. His haunting eyes pierced through you every time the Nintendo 64 powered on, empty, like the elegy should be, but very much alive.
He liked playing with you, teasing that was almost taunts if it wasn't for the oddly suggestive nicknames and phrases sneaked into each jumpscare and wrong moment of the game. At one point, you were so freaked out by the boy in the game that you threatened to destroy the cartridge, to anything that could hear you, the fireplace on and humming with burning energy as you readied yourself to take the game out and toss it into the flames.
That was when the haunting, materialized form of BEN Drowned had snapped to life and simply pushed itself out of the TV connected to the Nintendo. Those cold, ghostly pale hands had grabbed your wrists tightly, though not so tight as to hurt, and the same intense eyes from the elegy bore into you, masking any emotion as you dared not to struggle in the being's hands.
"You can't run."
No, you couldn't. What with BEN loose from the game and with free access to anything powered by electricity, you didn't have much choice but to let him invade your life. You kept reminding yourself of the questionable fact that BEN didn't seem to have any intention to hurt you, physically or mentally. He just showed up when he pleased, which was quite often, and watched as you worked, deleting a sentence or two just to get on your nerves, or played as a supposed robot on online games, the screen glitching with his presence every thirty seconds. You'd almost, almost gotten used to it.
It was when you were reminded of exactly who BEN Drowned was and what he could do that you panicked, hence where you are now. Even though at this early-ish point in your time together, most about him remains a mystery to you, you always knew just how deadly his antics could be. He tears people apart by driving them paranoid and crazed by what they see and experience, until they lose all sense of reality, most even ending themselves before BEN does.
Some girl from your class had started mocking you on a group chat, and you knew that as soon as you'd opened it, BEN had most likely read it before you did. Because, just minutes after, her account had updated with several posts that weren't all that wholesome at all, unflattering, candid shots of things no one should share on the internet up for all to see. Then the account was closed, and that was that.
She didn't show up to class the next day. BEN showed you exactly why.
"She shouldn't have done that."
All the blood, all the fear, the abnormality of it all, really got to you. It was one thing having a really odd kind of friend that seemed to just be overly protective, but this was too much. He had the strength to do the same to you. What if you said something accidentally that set him off? What if he got bored of you? How much more stable and normal could your life be if he moved on?
And the only way for that to happen is for him to not have any way to get to you. He has no proper reason to stick around, none that you can figure out, since you aren't one of his victims. What are you, then? Someone that interests him? He won't be mad for long, will he? He'll get bored.
Yes. That's it. He'll get bored. Of course he will.
The tense silence that fills your house when everything's unplugged makes you stay standing still for a long minute, double-checking everything's cut from power. You can make this work, if that's what it takes.
A day went past. Then another. And, all at once, after a boring day in class, your friend approaches you with a bewildered look.
"I did what you asked. Bit weird."
"What?"
"Why'd you unplug everything in your house? Some competition? Look, I managed to swing by yours and find the spare key under the mat to turn your stuff back on. I guess you're gonna need it like that if your parents are visiting. Don't want them to see you living in the stone age, I guess. Oh, and you owe me, bestie."
"Wait, wait," your voice heightened in dread, "I never asked you that. My- my parents aren't coming over! What are you-"
BEN.
Crap.
"What're you talking about? Are you messing with me? I got your text this morning, and since you work through lunch and I don't, it was easier for me to just run in. Look, no biggie, alright? Why do you look so worried? I didn't rob you."
"I- I know," you breathe shakily, forcing as genuine a smile as you can muster on your face, knowing that it would be more than unfair to expose them to BEN too. "Thank you."
"Sure."
Where do you go? Back home, where he's waiting for you? What'll he do? Most likely kill you. If you weren't his victim before, you must be now. Or maybe you can stay with a friend for... for what? Forever?
You can't run.
Every step you take that leads back to your home seems heavier and heavier, and although from the outside, the house looks perfectly normal and quiet, you know there's a fatal storm coming. All you can do now is face it and try to reason with it.
You unlock the door slowly, stepping tentatively inside and closing the door, leaving it unlocked in case you need to make a break for it, in the rare event that you get the chance to. And, as your friend confirmed, there's everything back in, ready for the counter to reset.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you feel eyes all around you, and solid static coating the atmosphere, buzzing coming from every screen and making the light twitch when you turn it on. You take one step into the living room before the colour drains from your face, fear rushing over all other thoughts as a bloody spark blinds you momentarily, before revealing the boy. You squeak as freezing hands clamp onto your arms tightly, pressing you back against the wall.
You're forced to look into his eyes, his crimson stare blazing amongst the dark, hollow space around his pupils. They're bleeding, the deep red dribbling down his pale cheeks, his usual amused, smug smirk replaced with something much more sinister. He's scowling in untamed fury, and you can't make yourself take a step back, frozen stiff to the spot. The lights are practically sparking from how much they're flashing with his wild anger, and you can't do a thing about it, except look straight back at him helplessly.
"You shouldn't have done that."
Your mouth's agape, scarcely blinking in dread of what BEN might do, everything you've been scared of just leading to this moment. He speaks with a snarl, and you flinch, trying to make yourself say something to diffuse the situation, even by a little.
"I know," is what you manage to whisper brokenly.
"Are you stupid?! Bored and didn't want me anymore? Found someone better? Shutting me out's the safest way, is that it?!"
You jump as a lightbulb from nearby smashes by the force of BEN's anger, glass spraying over the floor as the brightness winks out.
"Please, BEN-"
"No! I gave you one last chance, remember? You can't play with me anymore. It- it's not fair!"
He's not making any sense. Playing with him? You catch a fleeting moment to study his dark expression, and you can practically see the cracks of genuine vulnerability seeping through his dangerous fury. The lights have stopped flashing as violently as they were a minute ago, and so you take the chance to ask the inevitable.
"BEN... why do you care so much?"
He hangs onto you for a while longer, obviously processing the question as his grip grows looser, clenched jaw relaxing slightly. It doesn't seem to be out of defeat, though, but out of tiredness, BEN's piercing gaze weakening but never leaving your face, his scowl dropping into a frown. He almost looks hurt, concerned, the hints of caringness contrasting with his unnatural, deadly looks.
"If I go, who'll protect you?"
You don't know how to respond, and so you don't, lips clamped shut as you stare at him apologetically, his cold hands leaving your arms.
"Who'll watch over you?"
You blink at his expectant, thoughtful look, shaking your head silently. The blood's stopped gushing from his eyes now, but trickles down his face slowly, eerily like tear tracks.
"Who'll understand you?"
You let out a shaky sigh, your body finally moving, taking a hesitant step closer to him. BEN's eyes drift over to the TV absentmindedly, a frown still on his face, and you dare to take a step closer, reaching a hand out tentatively, your warm fingers brushing against his freezing ones. His eyes snap to you then, and you speak up quietly.
"BEN, I'm sorry."
He doesn't say anything, staring at you indifferently, and you try again, your fingers wandering to his hand, which doesn't pull away at when you lace your fingers with his.
"I'm sorry, BEN, I am. I won't shut you out again, okay?"
BEN still won't answer, and you dither, before doing something that'll either get you killed by shocking stuns of electricity, or his miraculous, unbothered amused smile. You take back your hand to steadily, anxiously wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his cold body close for a hug. He stiffens at the action in surprise, and you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for impact.
Impact that never comes.
A small poke at your side makes you shrink back with a stifled laugh, and you relax in relief and happiness when you spot BEN's signature smirk, though it's a little milder this time.
"That won't do you any good."
"Oh, come on," you plead, and he raises a brow, clearly enjoying the desperate attention. "I- I was just scared, okay?"
"I know."
"I won't run from you again, BEN. I know you wouldn't hurt me..."
He tilts his head to the side at the last sentence.
"Do you?"
You don't know how to answer the question honestly. "Well..."
BEN seems annoyed and almost exasperated by your response, and you notice how the blood has stopped leaking from his midnight eyes, his red pupils searching and reading you all too easily.
"Would it help if I tell you?"
You nod slowly, uncertain of his motives, but don't move away as he's suddenly an inch away from you, the lights flashing briefly from the electric energy.
"Yes?"
BEN nods, the cold skin of his hands pushing your middle back into the wall again, though much more carefully this time. Then, all too soon, the electric boy's lips are on yours, and your eyes widen in shock at the bold move, and the unusual, addictive feeling. He tastes electric and appley, his lips melding against yours perfectly, and there's nothing you can do but melt into the feeling, letting your eyes flutter shut within a second.
But then it's over after a few drawn-out moments, and you hold back from chasing the sensation as he lingers, his nose bumping against yours and his cool breath tickling your cheeks.
"I'd never hurt you."
You let out a shaky breath, a faded smile on your face.
"You scared me," you admit awkwardly.
"...So did you."
"I'm sorry," you plead again, and he shakes his head dismissively. You know he's forgiven you by the way he looks at you, with no trace of his previous aggravation in his red and black gaze.
"Never mind."
"Can't I make it up to you?" You try asking, but as soon as you've said it, you watch apprehensively as that signature, boyish smirk, that you've surprisingly missed, tugs at his lips.
"I can think of a few ways."
There's no running from that, either.
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Kinktober Day 7: Cockwarming
Cockwarming [Ben Drowned X GN!Reader]
[Warnings: cockwarming, it’s a little condescending, some edging, MINORS DNI]
[AN: It's only 7 days in and kinktober isn't horny fun anymore. 689 words <3.]
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His fingers traced lovingly around your lower back. Soft, gently touches drew shapes, words of love, things to praise you for everything that you’d been through with him. “Are you feeling okay, babe?” He asked softly, his voice light and airy like the breeze that allowed dew to roll down tiny blades of grass in the early morning.
You sighed out deeply. Your chest pressed against his to allow your hearts to beat in sync as you basked in the afterglow of high. You squeezed around him, amused at how he throbbed inside of you. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you answered back in a voice that was just as quiet and gentle. “Are you okay?”
Ben laughed as rested his head on your shoulder as his fingers traced even more shapes. They felt rounded and smooth against your still heated flesh. He pecked his lips gingerly to your bare shoulders before gently rutting his hips upwards. “What a question to ask,” he teased slightly. He blushed slightly at the way you squeezed his cock once more, clearly enjoying the feeling. “What’s the matter, baby? Haven’t I already given you more than enough?” His tone was saccharine and just a tad condescending, but you loved it all the same.
You shook your head despite feeling more than full, both by his cock and how much he’d managed to fill you up. “When it’s you, it’s never enough,” you admitted before gently grinding down on him. You felt his fingers stop tracing those rounded shapes before he relocated them to your hips. You melted into his touch and how his thumbs rubbed small circles as if to calm you and worship you all at once.
“You’re so needy,” he hummed as his hips rut upwards again. His hands began to guide you, just barely allowing you to grind against him and get some more friction. “You want all of me, don’t you?”
Your lips parted in a whisper of a moan, just barely comprehensible before you slowly fluttered your eyes to a close. “Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, I want you more than anything. All of you. Everything you have to offer, I will take.”
Ben seemed more than pleased with your words. He began to kiss at your neck and pay special attention to the pulse points. “You’re so romantic,” he teased once more as his teeth hovered over the most delicate parts of you. He smiled when you moved your head to the side to give him better access before he retraced his kisses with his lips. The marks on your neck were testaments of his physical affection for you. “You can grind on me if you want,” he mumbled before finding himself distracted by the marks he’d left on you.
You did as he gave permission to. Slowly, you moved your hips against his and rolled them in all the right ways. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, almost as if he was beginning to feel that budding arousal once more. With a thick heat blanketing your cheeks, you picked up the pace slightly to see just how far he would let you go. Ben was being surprisingly lenient with you.
Your lips fell open to sing your lust filled song of pleasure to him. Even without him pressing you into the bed and filling you like there was no tomorrow, you gained your pleasure from simply being connected to him. You’re still so worked up from how he worked you just moments before that it didn’t take long for you to get close once again. Your breathing picked up, thighs wrapped tightly around his waist while his teeth gently bit into your neck.
Ben’s hands gripped at your waist, stopping you from bouncing on his lap. He made a face at the way you whined but broke into a grin. “I never said that you could cum,” he chuckled before pressing a tiny kiss to the tip of your nose. He moved his hands up from your hips to cup your cheeks, making you look into his eyes. “You’re so pretty when you pout like that.”
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30 frames per second [ben drowned x reader] — chapter i.
You have overbearingly strict parents who forced you into studying a degree that you don’t even like, and now you’re stuck having to write a thesis paper for it. But whatever, you can handle it. That is, until your computer starts running into some problems.
co-written with @blxrrii and @heartsfromvenus! ♡
author’s note: this fanfiction will not contain much, if any, dark or explicit content, but nonetheless,
please read at your own discretion.
<- previous chapter
chaos theory
noun
noun: chaos theory
the branch of mathematics that deals with complex systems whose behaviour is highly sensitive to slight changes in conditions, so that small alterations can give rise to strikingly great consequences.
‘It’s all because of that damn phone!’
That’s what your parents would have said when looking for the root cause of the problem.
This time though, they’d almost be right. Almost.
Except it wasn’t your phone that had started all of this; it was the PC. Which for some reason, your parents seemed to worry about less than your phone. Why did your phone always have to be the scapegoat? You were sure they wouldn’t have got you one if it wasn’t a necessity nowadays.
Anyway.
A prominent concept in chaos theory was the butterfly effect. The idea that a single flap of a butterfly’s wings could later cause a typhoon. That was what would soon become of your life. Not that you would’ve known originally, and not that you would’ve been aware of until it was over and done with.
And it all started because of that damn PC.
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You yawned, stretching out to the edges of your bedframe with your fingers splayed. Rolling over to your side, you carefully inspected your alarm clock, a slight grimace on your face as you stared at the time.
You had spent the entire morning doing nothing. That was your final conclusion, though you were confused about how it happened. Not that it mattered much because it was technically still early. Or at least early enough.
The day had only begun not too long ago, your first class of the day yet to start. There was still some time to kill, although you figured you should at least get out of bed instead of lying there scrolling through your phone.
With a groan, you reluctantly got up, making your way to the kitchen of your too-large, too-extravagant home. Your house stood at a grand height of three stories tall, not including the basement and the attic. The rest of the house was filled with an abundance of rooms, far more than your small family of three would ever need. You supposed it made sense, though, seeing as your parents didn’t have much else to do with the money. With no siblings to pay for, your parents only had to cover their living expenses, yours, and your studies, which they had more than enough for.
You absentmindedly gazed around for something to eat, eyes scanning over your kitchen in hopes that you could locate what you wanted before your parents noticed. It wasn’t as if they’d berate you for eating, but as odd as it was, something about eating in front of them made you deeply uncomfortable and shy.
Quickly glancing over your shoulder to make sure nobody was there, you opened your secret snack drawer, quickly picking something out before covering it up again with the small hand towels that were carefully balanced on top of it.
Satisfied with your stashing, you started to make your way upstairs, which was a surprisingly long route due to the size of your home. You had just reached the top of the staircase when you ran into your dad, who took it upon himself to start a conversation.
“Y/N, shouldn’t you be getting to class?” His voice was hoarse, presumably because he had just woken up. You stared at him blankly, wondering if it was a genuine question or just a bad attempt at conversation. Where else did he possibly think you were going?
“Yeah, I’m just getting ready.” You took care to mask the irritation beneath your voice, knowing that your dad would be upset if you didn’t, which wouldn’t end well for you. You weren’t particularly in the mood for a lecture today. Not that you ever really were.
You didn’t hate your parents or anything, it wasn’t like that. You loved them to some degree, in a familial way… but it was hard thinking of them as anything more than that. You’ve heard of people who describe themselves as having a friendship with their parents, but that was never more than just a mere myth to you, having never seen or experienced it yourself.
Besides the occasional bout of teen angst and puberty mood swings, you mostly got along with your parents. The problem was more so that you weren’t close to them. You didn’t understand them; they didn’t understand you.
But the one thing that really wedged the distance between you and your parents was the fact that they were strict. Overbearingly strict.
Often, outsiders thought of your family dynamic as ‘sweet,’ hell, even ‘perfect.’ Of course, they had no clue what it was like to actually be in it. You didn’t think they’d say that if they lived it like you were forced to.
Sadly, no matter how much you wished for it, you couldn’t swap places with them.
How badly you wished that you could, though. Because despite being a fully grown adult, legally able to vote and drink at the fine age of twenty-one, in their eyes, you were and always would be a child.
And so, your existence came with a clear set of rules.
Those rules had been around for as long as you could remember, though they were rudimentary at first, minor things such as no snacks before bedtime. However, as you aged, their rules became increasingly noticeable and more frustrating to follow.
You had to alert your parents each time you left the house, school being the only exception. You had to tell them where you were going, how long you would be out for, and who you were with. Oh, their parents’ phone numbers had to be included in your report, as well. Curfew was 7PM sharp, right at dinnertime. Sleepovers were out of the question unless they took place at your home.
Dating was strictly forbidden, and all activities related to that went along with it. No kissing, no making out, and god forbid you even bring up the topic of sex, not that you would ever dare to, not that you would ever have a reason to. You weren’t sure what they were thinking because you were sure that your parents also expected you to get married and have kids someday, so you were utterly confused as to how they expected you to do that.
Underage drinking was out of the question, even though you were sure that most teenagers did it, anyway. But despite the law now permitting you to do so, your parents had made it clear that you were not allowed to drink still. Smoking and doing drugs? You’d probably be disowned, that is if you weren’t dead.
It was ludicrous, really. And what was even worse was that on top of all of that, you were not allowed to play video games.
It was something along the lines of ‘video games cause violence,’ ‘video games will distract you from your studies,’ ‘video games are a waste of time,’ and ‘video games are bad for you (just because).’
You remember having approached the subject once, and your parents responded with a such intense, passionate hatred for video games that you never thought to bring it up again.
Sure, you supposed you could have secretly played free phone or PC games when away from the hawk eyes of your parents. Still, after hearing so much negativity towards gaming, you had become disinterested. After all, you couldn’t have even known what you were missing out on.
Your parents’ behaviour resulted in you being extraordinarily sheltered and mostly unsocialized. Kids your age… didn’t really want to hang out with you. You weren’t bullied, but even in your private school with classmates like yourself, you were still sometimes called names such as a ‘goody two shoes’ or a ‘teacher’s pet.’ It wasn’t like you wanted to be that way, but that didn’t change anything.
Nonetheless, you were separated from most of your peers, often listening to them talk about a party coming up on the weekend, or a group sleepover at someone’s place, knowing that you would never be invited, and even if you were, it wasn’t like your parents would allow you to attend.
Of course, a portion of children had lives similar to yours, and from that portion, your parents carefully handpicked your friends.
Rachel and Selina. Those were the friends that your parents had chosen for you. From an early age, they had been in contact with their parents and, from there on, set up play dates, dinners, hangouts, and even sleepovers—at your place, that is. Even with the selected friends, you still weren’t allowed to sleep at their homes.
The two girls weren’t necessarily the greatest of friends. It wasn’t that they were mean or rude; they were just so incredibly bland.
There was nothing of joy that any of them talked about. You never experienced the typical teenage girl discussion of boys and high school crushes, instead being forced to converse about school, grades, plans for the future and so on. This by itself wasn’t so much of a problem, but the fact that they only conversed about the same three topics made them absolutely unbearable to listen to after a while. You wondered how they could possibly not get bored of going on and on about it.
“You better hurry up, then!” your father exclaimed, yawning as he passed by you, making his way down the stairs and likely into the kitchen for his breakfast.
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Class came and went relatively fast. You only had a singular class today, but your mom still insisted on driving you to and from school.
When you got home, you flopped down at your desktop, grabbed your planner and flipped through it to find the current day’s tasks.
Mere seconds after you flipped to the correct page, your expression soured, a frown making its way to your face as you read the first item on the list.
Work on thesis.
You had already suffered through three years of university, and now in your last year, the final step for your bachelor’s in pediatrics was to write and complete your thesis paper. You weren’t even particularly fond of the subject, but it was the best choice out of all the ones your parents had listed as acceptable.
You had written many difficult papers throughout your life, but this one had to be the most intimidating one of them all so far. You had started writing it not too long ago, although you had been putting it off simply because it was rather dreadful to work on. Still, it was only a matter of time before your parents found out about your procrastination, so you figured that you should force yourself to make at least some progress.
A long sigh escaped your lips as you closed the small planner in your hand, mentally preparing yourself for the gruelling task ahead.
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The longer you sat in front of your computer screen, the more you felt like your brain was melting into goo. It was as if something in your brain had overheated and fried itself, and now you were no longer processing information, left to blankly stare at the words before you that now meant little more than unintelligible symbols.
You weren’t even close to being done with your thesis, you had written just about 1,700 words prior to this, and you now totalled at 2,352. Considering how you had browsed the internet, done chores, and completed other assignments throughout this to avoid your essay, you felt like you had done a surprising amount of work. Not that it was anywhere near enough.
Nonetheless, you were now sitting at the desk, mind slowly rotting away, regretting your decision to procrastinate so much. Perhaps it would’ve been easier if you had done this sooner when your mind was less tired from doing work.
But you couldn’t do anything about it now.
When you thought about it, you weren’t entirely sure as to why you put off your assignment for so long. While it was probably the most torturous thing that schools could’ve devised, there surely had to be more to it.
Were you just stressed? Perhaps it was the sheer amount of pressure your parents put on you with their near unattainable expectations. Maybe it was because you didn’t even enjoy the subject you were studying, not looking forward to graduating and finding a job because you didn’t even want a career in pediatrics. You wondered if you should’ve fought your parents back then to study something you actually liked, but you quickly shrugged off the thought. It was pointless to defy your parents, not that you would know, because you never even bothered to try. Regardless, it wasn’t like you knew what you even liked because your parents didn’t care for you trying out things that they deemed useless to your education and future job.
Or perhaps you were just highly sick of being a caged bird with its wings clipped for extra safety measures.
You tried to take your mind off of those thoughts. It wasn’t like anything would change. Your life had been like this for as long as you had known; there was no reason for things to be different. There was no one to rescue you from your dilemma.
You slumped down in your chair, seemingly having a staring contest with the glaring white screen before your eyes. The blinking cursor served to further taunt you, mocking you for not having typed out anything new onto the blank canvas.
The most sensical solution, at this point, would be to shut off your PC, get some rest and pray that the next day will be better. However, you were feeling stubborn. You had set your goal for a minimum of 2,500 words by the end of today, and you were going to continue staring at your screen until you eventually thought of something.
You wouldn’t get anywhere, but you didn’t want to admit to that.
And so, you moved your mouse around slightly to prevent the screen from turning off. You sat back up from your slouched position on your spinning chair, pressing the space button and trying to force whatever flow into… flowing.
“This is such bullshit.” you sighed, remembering that you didn’t have to lower your voice at the current moment—your parents were not okay with you cursing—seeing as your parents were thankfully asleep in their bedroom across the hallway.
You wished you could’ve moved out of your parents’ house when you started university. Still, no matter how much pleading and crying you did in front of your parents, they refused to let you be out on your own, instead making you take primarily online courses, and driving you to and from the mandatory remote ones.
You were infuriated, but you gritted your teeth and obeyed because you had no choice; you wouldn’t defy your parents. It didn’t matter what they did, whether they were right or wrong, you simply had to keep your mouth shut, nod along and do what they said.
You felt the weight of your eyelids become heavier, and in the spur of exhaustion and utter despair, you were going to allow yourself to fall asleep at your desk.
However, your eyes quickly snapped open as you caught a glimpse of a pop-up on the screen, one you were sure you weren’t the cause of.
“What the hell?” you mumbled to yourself, moving your mouse to close the tab. It was empty, only a black screen with no text. You wouldn’t have thought anything of it if it closed as you would’ve expected. Instead, no matter how many times you clicked on the ‘x’ on the screen, it gave you no reaction.
Did you accidentally earn your computer a Trojan virus or something? You didn’t think you had accessed anything suspicious. You didn’t browse any porn sites—your parents had a firewall, anyway—nor did you click on any weird links. Could it be from the movie you downloaded earlier today?
Shit, you thought. Your parents would never let you hear the end of it if they learned about it.
After a minute or two of furious clicking, the pop-up finally closed, and you sighed audibly, basking in your temporary relief. To your dismay, however, your problems had just begun.
Without you even touching the keyboard, random numbers, letters, and other symbols started typing themselves onto your thesis paper, causing your eyes to widen impossibly large and for curses to fall out of your lips at a rapid pace, panic quickly rising in your chest.
You didn’t have much time to further think and assess the situation because the wall of text enlarged with each second that passed. In a feeble attempt to save your paper from further destruction, you held your finger on the delete button, yet your efforts were fruitless as the block of text only spanned out upon more pages.
Hushed curses left your lips at a rapid pace, your worries exacerbated. You hadn’t done anything wrong, really. People download movies all the damn time. Why in the world was this happening to you, out of all people?
As if the situation wasn’t already bad enough, with your thesis paper being at risk, the pop-up from earlier returned, this time accompanied by many more similar ones, each of them covering a section of your screen until the whole screen was nothing but little tabs that overlapped each other. You instinctively reached for your mouse to try to shut them down once more, but your horror only increased as you realized your cursor wouldn’t budge. It was frozen in place, so any chance you had of deleting the abundance of pop-ups was now virtually nonexistent.
Amidst the sheer fear and anxiety that filled your mind, you suddenly thought of turning off your PC entirely. What stopped you, however, was the fact that you hadn’t saved today’s work, and seven hundred or so words would be erased.
“Fuck my life.” you hissed through clenched teeth, mentally berating yourself for being so miserably stupid that you failed to save your work sooner. If only you had, you could just turn your PC off, and your problem would be solved.
Before you could go further down the rabbit hole of self-hatred over your failure to press the goddamn save button, you realized something.
Your cursor could move again. A sliver of hope came to you. Maybe you’d finally be able to close the tabs, and while that would take forever, you could still salvage your thesis.
But as soon as you moved your mouse to close a pop-up, your browser opened by itself, full screening and covering all the pop-ups behind it. Once again, letters started typing by themselves into your search bar without you touching the keyboard.
You watched in complete hopelessness and confusion as the words’ cleverbot.com’ were spelled out before it seemingly hit enter and took you to the webpage.
It was now your cursor’s turn to move by itself, slowly floating over to the blue button that read ‘understood, and agreed,’ clicking on it. You continued watching, your eyes trained on the screen as the cursor moved again, now hitting the ‘think for me’ button.
A message typed itself out in blue.
You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?
next chapter soon...
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i saw in your pinned post you write spicy 👀
who of the pastas do you think would be the most into being pegged?
Ben’s in a little bit of a mood, time to fuck it out of him.
I DO write spicy, how observant of you anon.
GN afab reader (afab because its pegging)
TW: Crying, light misogyny, edging
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So… here me out…
BEN
It seems out of character at first, right? Keyword: “at first”
It would take some negotiation, of course, Negotiation being Ben saying he’ll only do it to make you stop “bitching and whining” about wanting to try it out.
Well as it turns out he’s the one who’s bitching and whining all the while being thoroughly fucked out on your strap.
His scraggly fried cries vocalizing through the pillows on the shabby bed frame, black tears having long since stained the sheets and pillows
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You kneeled over his body, hips held high in the air as you thrusted deeper and deeper into your boyfriend’s hole. With one sudden thrust you hit his prostate, needy whines tore themselves from his chest in unexpected pleasure.
The sound was enough to get you hot under the collar, thrusts becoming more and more brutal, desperate and eager to drive him over the edge.
Inching closer to his orgasm Ben’s usually snarky comments had turned to pleas. You had to say, you liked this colour on him. Helpless and pleading underneath you, you felt.. powerful
Gazing into his eyes, hands grazing over his pale face a delicious idea was born.
He was pretty, he was really, really, so fucking pretty.
Your pretty boy, hanging off your every word, longing for climax that you kept greedily denying him.
“Spill”
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Happy reading!😘
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criminal || Jeff the killer
smut 18+, minors dni, PLEASE READ: TW: CNC, FACE FUCKING, gun play?, bank robbery, kidnapping at the end
Jeff the killer knew he was good at what he did.
He was good at killing people quickly.
Or making them suffer, depending on which he was in the mood for.
What Jeff wasn’t good at however, was two things.
1. Listening to an order.
2. Having patience.
Of course he tried his hardest to suck it up, listening to almost all of Slender’s commands without a second thought.
Those commands usually involved things he was good at.
Except for today.
Jeff grumbled unhappily to himself in the front seat of the toyota Ben managed to buy off of craigslist.
Robbery was the proxies job, not Jeff’s.
So imagine Jeff’s surprise when his latest order was to rob the local bank right before closing.
It wasn’t that the mission was hard.
Yet, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed that he was chosen for the job.
Eyeless Jack had been chosen as his getaway driver. Not out of choice but out of convenience.
Apparently Masky had been shot a couple of times the last mission they were on and Hoody has been moping around ever since. Since Toby wasn’t trusted enough to complete this kind of task alone, Jeff was the next runner up in Slender’s eyes.
Tasks like this were the closest Slenderman could get to getting Jeff as a proxy. So naturally he took what he could.
EJ was never normally a blabber to Jeff. Whether or not Jeff would come and say it outright, EJ was probably his favorite at the mansion. He wasn’t insufferable, usually keeping to himself and complying with Jeff’s odd favors.
However during this car ride, Jeff couldn’t help but consider Eyeless Jack to be yapping.
For some odd reason, EJ wasn’t in the mood to be ignoring Jeff’s usual disdain and grumpiness. Instead he chose to ramble on about his latest kill and the medical discoveries he had made.
On a typical Tuesday evening Jeff would’ve told him to shut the fuck up. But he was so miserable being assigned this task in the first place, he found himself holding his tongue.
The dim street lights were the only source of light on the street they rode down, the car not having headlights. Ben deemed them not to be necessary. It was almost comical watching EJ try to navigate the road without them.
Jeff unhappily reached into the glovebox, pulling out a black face mask and pair of sunglasses. If he had things go his way, he would’ve been wearing a ski mask. Unfortunately Slender disagreed, his concern revolving around not even making it into the bank itself.
He shoved the face mask on, the tips of his raw uncut smile peaking out near his ears. He put the sunglasses on, before grabbing the traditional black sack and hand gun Masky had lent him. Jeff thought the 1930’s sack was a little lame, but it was practical.
Jeff forced himself out of the car, quietly shutting the door behind him. EJ rolled down the window, deciding to remind Jeff of what they were doing.
“Alright look, just go in there, get the money so we can go,” EJ said firmly, the words catching Jeff’s attention.
Jeff mumbled an annoyed agreement, deciding it would be best to go ahead and walk on in.
“Hey Jeff?” EJ called. Jeff gritted his teeth in irritation, quickly turning around.
“What?!”
If EJ had eyes, he would’ve rolled them.
“Don’t kill nobody this time,”
Jeff shoved off his request, shoving his last mission filling in for the proxies in the back of his mind. It wasn’t his fault that Slender put him on a proxy mission. He also didn’t specify that he had to leave all the hostages alive.
Jeff muttered curses under his breath, mainly insulting EJ, before deciding to whistle.
He strolled into the bank casually, the hand gun tucked into his back waistband.
You were closing up for the night, the sight of Jeff annoying you. You had counted every drawer except for your own, and now you’d have to stay past closing. You brushed off your pencil skirt, painting on your best customer service smile.
“Hi, how can I help you?” You asked. You were puzzled by Jeff’s appearance, the sunglasses throwing you off. You wanted to assume the best, thinking he possibly blind and cautious of infections.
Jeff could hardly contain his excitement once he saw you. You had such a lovely face, your smile bright and filling him with ease. Your delicious thighs were covered by your black pencil skirt, your hair in a tight professional ponytail. He was smiling under his mask, a genuine one that wasn’t carved on.
“I’d like to make a withdrawal,” Jeff said calmly, his voice smooth like butter. His eyes scanned the bank quickly, realizing you were the only one there. Jeff mentally cursed to himself as he realized he hadn’t gotten out of the mansion much lately.
He could feel heat rushing to his cheeks as he looked at you, your curious eyes searching his covered face for further elaboration. Even in your modest uniform, Jeff could see your natural curves. How long had it been since he had been around a normal girl? One without a clock for an eye or burnt pale skin like his?
“Sir are you okay-” You began to ask, before your eyes fluttered down to his crotch. His boner was poking not so discreetly through his black jeans, your face flushing pink. Your surprised look snapped Jeff out of his daze, causing him to quickly yank his gun out of his back waistband.
“Put the fucking money in the bag bitch and no one gets hurt,” Jeff growled, shoving the bag at you. Fear crashed down over you like a violent wave as tears prickled in your eyes quickly. Your hands shook as you grabbed the keys to your cash drawer, struggling to insert the key into the keyhole.
Jeff watched in awe as you struggled to miss the keyhole for a third time. He rolled his eyes. “Useless bitch do I have to do everything? Give it to me,” He sighed. You held out the keys hesitantly, your body shaking in fear and an odd arousal as you heard him talk more. He unlocked the cash drawer, before turning his attention back to you.
“I’m not going to touch it. Put it in the fucking sack before I blow your head off,” Jeff spat. He stepped out of the way, his boner not going down. You grabbed handfuls of cash, shoving them in Jeff’s sack. He watched as you bent over, your ass looking great through your tight uniform.
“Please don’t kill me,” You whispered, tears finally falling from your waterline. Jeff contemplated his options, remembering Slenderman’s and EJ’s warnings. You were cute after all, even for a little bank teller.
“Maybe we can work something out doll,” Jeff’s pale hand stroked your face as you shoved more stacks of money into the bag. His touch felt disgusting, but his words were like pure honey. “What d-do you want?” You stuttered. You finished emptying out your drawer, turning to him and handing him the money.
Jeff towered over you, his ashy black hair hanging over his forehead and top of his sunglasses.
“Well doll, you’ve created a problem for me you see,” Jeff purred. He grabbed your tiny hand, placing it over his aching boner. Just your touch was enough to make him shift in place. Your face went bright red, your eyes widening. “I c-can’t just let you fuck me. There are cameras everywhere. I’ll be humiliated-” You began rambling, afraid that this conversation wasn’t a negation.
Jeff glanced down at the plentiful stacks of money in the bag, figuring spending a few extra minutes with you would be a decent reward. “I’m a man of compromise,” Jeff offered. He was itching to pull the trigger on the gun he was holding at your head, but taking out a camera or two would have to do for now.
He shot at the cameras on each side behind the desk, leaving only the main one in the lobby on. Jeff mentally thanked Masky for the silencer on his main gun, as it gave him more time with you. “No cameras, and as much as i’d love to ruin your tight pussy, no sex. Knees doll,” Jeff grunted. He was having a hard time adjusting to negation with a regular human, but your puppy eyes full of tears were just too darling for him to ignore.
You wanted to be disgusted by the situation, to be kicking and screaming. But something about Jeff, the way he talked and moved had you aching for more. Your bare knees hit the raw carpet, promising rug burn on your skin. Your hands were still shaking as you began to undo his belt, the killer staring down at you eagerly.
You slowly unzipped his zipper, the two of you working together to pull down his pants. “I don’t have all night,” Jeff told you impatiently. You squirmed to have him fully revealed in front of you, his cock hard in front of your face. His tip was a pinkish color, while the rest of his shaft matched the rest of his pale white skin. You slowly took him in your mouth, screwing your eyes shut. Jeff let out a quiet groan, a string of curses following behind it.
“Nuh uh doll, open those pretty eyes f’me,” Jeff ordered, trying to sound stern as you bobbed your head up and down his cock. You weren’t half bad for a little bank teller, your nipples poking through your button up as you struggled to keep your eyes on the man standing before you. Jeff grabbed your slicked back ponytail, forcing you to take more of him.
“Thats it, take it all,” Jeff murmured, licking his lips under his mask. You forced your jaw to go slack, his fingers tightly yanking at your hair. “I’d relax if I were you, unfortunately for you I don’t have all night,” Jeff sighed. You almost raised one eyebrow, before his shaft forced itself down your throat. Your waterline filled with tears immediately, your nose touching his black curls.
Jeff sighed in relief at the sensation of your tight throat, his hips beginning to buck on their own. You listened obediently, staring up at him as he throat fucked you. You struggled to breathe, a burning sensation clouding your nose. “You know, you’re actually pretty good at this,” Jeff snickered. He pulled out briefly, offering you the reward of breathing.
You gasped like a fish out of water, inhaling as much oxygen as you could. A foul mixture of saliva and drool pooled under the carpet beneath you, soaking it. Jeff considered praising you, complimenting how pretty you looked like this. Your face all red, hair messy, covered in tears and spit. But as the thought crossed his mind, there was only one other thing he would like your face coated in.
Jeff forced your head back onto his cock, continuously face fucking you as he pleased. He could feel himself getting closer, his hips stuttering. In the far distance he heard the sound of police sirens, causing him to grit his teeth in annoyance. “I’d love to paint your face doll, but I can’t leave any DNA behind. You understand right?” Jeff asked mockingly.
You almost mentally asked what he meant, before his tip hit the back of your throat one final time. His seed was warm and salty, causing you to gag at the slightest taste your tongue had the displeasure of sensing. He stayed lodged in your throat for a moment, enjoying watching you struggle to swallow him all.
Jeff snickered as he pulled out of your mouth, your knees raw with rug burn and your throat desperately trying to swallow his cum.
You panted as you looked up at him, the police sirens getting closer. He fixed himself up, extending a hand for you to take. You stared at him curiously, forgetting your situation and taking his hand.
“I’m not allowed to kill anyone. And now that you’ve seen me, you’re a liability,” Jeff told you. Your eyes darted back and forth at his sunglasses, searching for a look of his orbs.
“Looks like you’re going to have to come with me. You’ve grown on me anyways,” Jeff huffed. In a swift motion he threw you over his shoulder, dragging you and the bag of money to EJ’s car.
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Okay but erm.....BEN with a scene girl and he's just so horny and perverted towards her. And she's just so embarrassed. (he convinces her to let him fuck her and proceeds to tease her about it while its happening dfjghdfkjghj)
A/N: Yes omg I adore scene style, I’m actually scene/emo too! I’m both depending on what I’m feeling that day LMAO.. Also I hc that BEN would definitely blast Brokencyde at 2am 🫡
“Say it.”
Ben drowned x fem!Scene!reader
Warnings: Rough? Ben, Ben worshipping reader, hair tugging, makeout sesh, creampie, feral Ben
NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI
Ben loved your style, that’s mostly what made him so interested in you. He adored watching you get ready in the morning, your extensions, makeup, your clothes…god, was he addicted. You even let him pick out what color and style of extensions you got, he helped you straighten your hair and style it everyday. He’s oddly good at styling hair..but you’re happy either way.
It was so refreshing to have someone who supported your style especially since the style wasn’t really popular anymore and people had different standards. Ben loved being around you too, which you took notice that he was a big more cuddly and touchy more than usual lately. “Ben, you okay?” You didn’t look away from what you were doing. He was standing behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. His head buried in your neck, he hummed.
“Mhm, jus’ thinking” he replied. “Bout?” You asked, his reply was almost too immediate, you felt his warm breath in your ear, “thinking about all the ways I could pleasure you, my love”. Your face burst into flames and you ripped yourself from his grasp, turning to look at him, putting your hand to your ear in shock. He laughed, “what’s wrong? Too shy?” You huff and turn away, embarrassed.
He’s quick to push you against a wall, not too hard but enough so you know he’s serious. “You’re just looking so pretty lately, I can’t help myself from thinking about you. His hand comes up to brush some hair out of your face. He kisses you softly. Your lips are so soft against him it almost convinces him that he’s in heaven.
Your hands push him away a bit and you look away, your face more flushed than before. He raises a brow, “do you not want it?” He asked concerned. Your eyes meet his, “I don’t know..I’m just scared.” Your hands fidget a little. “I’m not sure if I’d be any goo-“ your sentence was cutoff by another kiss from him. “Don’t say that, it’s okay..I’ll guide you through it.
You sigh, unsure about whether to go through with it or not. “Please, I’ll make you feel so good princess..just let me taste you.” He almost pouts. You nod slowly, “B-but if it gets too much then we’re going to stop..” His eyes light up and kisses you for a third time, to which this one you give in.
His hands hesitantly rub up and down the sides of your body. You’ve both kissed before but this one was rougher, especially when his tongue licked across your bottom lip. You let him in, feeling his tongue exploring your mouth made heat rush to your core. You whimper into the kiss then feel him smirk. His hands grip your waist when he feels your hands that were gripping his shirt move up to wrap around his neck and grip his hair, pushing him closer.
“fuck baby..” he mumbles into the kiss, he wanted to taste you so bad. He pulls away and takes your hand to lead you to the bed. He sits you down on the edge. “Spread your legs for me, lovely.” You nod shyly and spread your legs open. Ben slides off your pants and underwear off. His eyes stare at your dripping cunt. “So wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you.” He teases. You huff and close your legs but he’s quicker and stops you immediately.
You shudder when he glares at you, warning you to not do it again. He spreads your legs back open and pushes them up, you fall and your back hits the mattress that you were sitting on. “Ben what- AH F-FUCK!” You moan out, his tongue immediately starts attacking your clit. Your hands grip the sheets and your back arches. His tongue moves from your clit to your hole. His tongue slides in and he’s practically eating you like you’re his last meal.
“Taste so good.” His voice is muffled by the wet sounds of your cunt. You can’t hold back the moans he’s pulling from you. You were already so close, one of your hands grab his hair, careful not to tug him too hard. He moans, sending vibrations to your poor aching cunt. Your hips are bucking up, he can tell you’re close and that’s enough motivation to make him keep going. You’re finally tipped over the edge, your cum coats the lower half of his face and he happily laps it all up.
He quickly moves up and over you, the bottom half of his face is covered in your slick, “Feel good, baby?” You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. “..We can go further if you want.” You said. He finished wiping off his face and looked at you with hearts practically forming in his eyes. “Really? You want to?” He asked almost too excitedly. You giggle and nod, “Of course, you said you wanted to make me feel good, right?”
Oh boy, Ben was waiting forever for this moment, he quickly stripped himself of his clothes while you did the same, your shirt and bra hit the floor next to his clothes. He stared at you, you were absolutely beautiful. In his eyes you were an Angel. “Can I touch you..?” He wanted confirmation before he did. “Yes, please touch me.” Your face returned to the same red hue it was when he started teasing you.
He trailed soft kisses from your neck down to your chest. You felt his warm mouth suck your nipple while his hand rubbed the other one. You were still so sensitive from your orgasm you whined, “Ben..” He smirked, “still sensitive, princess?” He kissed your forehead. “You’re hard..” you whispered when you felt his cock poke your thigh. “All ‘cuz of you, baby. You want it deep inside?” He whispered that last part, causing you to go shy again.
“Wanna hear you say you want it deep inside of you baby” one of his hands cupped your cheek, you look up with him. He literally saw the universe through your eyes, they were like jewels to him. “I want it deep inside, please Ben..need it so bad.” Hearing you beg like that made his cock twitch, he pushed you back down on the bed and opened your legs before slapping his cock against your wet cunt a couple of times, causing you to jolt.
He slowly pushed the tip in, then some more. Letting you get adjusted before he moved in further. He helped you calm down by kissing your neck and playing with your nipples. When you gave him the green light he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. His pace remained slow and soft at first but he just couldn’t hold himself back..the way you were clenching around him made a switch flip in his brain.
He leaned down, his hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them against your torso. You were moaning so loud from his brutal pace, and he showed no signs of slowing down. With every thrust his balls slapped against your ass, the room filled with obscene noises. “Be-holy shit Ben!” You moaned, your nails were digging into his back but he didn’t mind a little pain, he could handle it.
He started kissing your neck, sucking dark circles into the skin. You knew there’d be a mark left but you could care less. You both got closer, “Y/N I’m about to cum..ohmygodd” his words were slurred, he was pussy drunk off of you. You whined out “me too” and without warning he slammed into you one last time and came. The feeling of his hot seed filling you pushed you over the edge and caused your own orgasm. He helped you both ride through your high, still clinging to each other as you caught your breaths.
He looked down at you, “fuck I’m sorry..I went too rough.” He rubbed away some of your tears that formed from how hard he was fucking you. “That felt amazing, Ben..thank you.” You cupped his face and kissed him. Now it was his turn to become flustered. He smiled, “Let me go get something to clean you up with, you’re a mess” he laughed. “Hey! You were the one who caused it.” You huffed out. He kissed your cheek, “I know, and I’m happy I did.”
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Creepypasta kink headcannons!
In honor of (late) Valentine’s Day 😏 yk the drill, mentions of sexual topics! Do not read if uncomfortable!! MDNI 18+
Jeff the killer
-major sadomasochist, LOVES pain and loves causing pain too.
-hard dom energy fr
-definitely has a knife kink omg, but like almost to an extreme level, it’s a little concerning. He also loves fucking to horror gore movies and tbh has some more taboo kinks I won’t go into much detail abt.
-his biggest fantasy is fucking someone from behind and seeing all the pain he’s inflicted on them (scratch marks, slap marks maybe some blood ykyk)
Jane the killer
-tbh major role player, soft dom energy too.
-orgasm controller, loves overstim or teasing. Just LOVES giving someone immense pleasure that they just stop working completely.
-has a specific roleplay idea that she LOVES, oddly religious, like she’s a cult leader ‘sacrificing’ a new recruit, but sexual.
-like she likes pretending to be a leader of sorts and tying up whoever she’s with and either 1. Eating them out 2. Fucking them or 3. Putting a vibrator to them, until they physically can’t anymore.
Ben drowned
-switch energy, can be totally submissive and 100% dominant whenever.
-morning sex is top TEIR.
-loves filming ykyk and keeping pictures. Totally a masochist too.
-DESPERATE SEX, never ending sex or something like that ong. Maybe a slight breeding kink and bondage.
-I think his libido is pretty high tbh, so his biggest fantasy is probably like sneaking into his spouses shower after sex and fucking them again. Like he’s into desperate, passionate sex where neither can get enough of each other. Like he wants to be pussy-whipped by the end of the day lol and his spouse would be dick-drunk too.
Clockwork
-pleasure dom. She LOVES giving head, like genuinely one of her fave things.
-or like obsessive and possessive sex yk. She likes showing her territory or something like that. Like proving her worth whenever she gets jealous???
-Ik I headcannon her as ace, but ace people can still feel sexual desire! It’s a spectrum! This is when she does get yk.
Ticci Toby
-switch easily
-he likes his senses being taken away, but like ALL his senses except for touch. Bro is a huge masochist fr. Like if you put noise cancelling headphones and cover his eyes he’s hard as an mf.
-adrenaline junkie at heart, is a little bit of a voyeur, but more risky than the other pastas. Like public bathrooms, alleyways, or like under the blankets when hanging with other pastas.
-tbh lil pervy
Judge Angels
-dom ass worshipper lol
-idk the name but likes getting a show, like stripteases??? Tbh thinks they’re silly but like, likes the idea that someone is actively TRYING their hardest to arouse her. So basically humiliation.
-would totally be down to peg tbh, like she likes being a hard dom and like making someone who is normally so authoritative or monotone and making them pathetic and subby.
-loves corruption.
Puppeteer
-sadist dom frfr
-if you’d be aight with it he’d totally slap you, ONLY DURING THE DEED THO. He does hit irl or without permission, he just likes the look of marks or like mascara tears.
-loves tying people up a lot too with his yellow strings.
-also has a slight breeding kink lol I wonder where that came from
Nurse Ann
-soft dom fr
-I know I said she’s soft, but like she totally is into blood play. But she’s like gentle and praising yk, like she’d totally cut you but she’d lick up the blood and give you praises :)
-small… tiny little mommy kink going on yk. Don’t know where it comes from, but it’s definitely a thing that gets her going lolz.
-is a sexual yapper istg, like she talks a LOT. I feel like yes, she does moan, but she also just TALKS.
Bloody Painter
-switch mostly dom tho
-I think he’s into food play tbh, like whipped cream and chocolate syrup. LOVESSS making messes. (Hates cleaning them tho, coward.) he just likes the sweetness yk and also has an oral fixation so yk.
-loves being cockwarmed omg. He loves just forcing you to feel him and not being able to do anything about it. Or even just staying in you after sex because your so warm and tight he doesn’t wanna leave.
-specific sounds??? Like odd ones tho, like gagging sounds or slurping sounds. Whether sexual or not he doesn’t know why he gets hella bricked
Rouge
-switch (leans submissive)
-has a kink for hands, like LOVES hands and forearms omg. Not the super veiny ones, but the skinny defined ones. Loves getting like (consensually) groped and manhandled.
-I AM NOT GOING TO LIE, I think she likes the idea of ghost-fucking. I mean, she is some sort of ghost now, but like, the idea that someone dead is watching her she doesn’t know about and is able to touch her??? Like it gets her turned ONNNN, idk maybe she thinks it’s her dead fiancé 😭
-does not make that much sounds during tbh, like let’s out light whimpers but nothing else. What she does do tho??? She moves. A lot. I don’t think she has a kink for being tied down as much as she’d like being held down 😏
Masky
-hard dom
-believes in power balances, and is totally into soft BDSM.
-he’s hella into spanking and is a slight sadist (he balances it out tho with like overstimulation) he’s not at all a masochist fr
-huge fan of dirty talk and pet names, like tbh kinda nicely dehumanizes??! Idk if that’s the word I should use. But he LOVES like dumbing down his girl and like idk like “just sit back, I’ll take care of you baby, just let me do that, alright?”
Laughing Jill
-switch
-tbh I really don’t think she’s that much into sex at all. Like sure she’ll give head and whatnot, but her libido is too low for me to have much headcannons.
-I feel like she’d be into pegging and probably more of a pleasure dom. When she’s subbing than she’s getting the attention yk, but she’s a classic gal yk, she likes the basics.
-sweet, simple and passionate sex yk, like with soft moans, and light scratches on the back yk.
Hoodie
-probably a dom
-I feel like he’s kind of repulsed by sex tbh tho, like his drive isn’t that big. When he’s turned on tho things r spicy 😏
-big thing for mirror sex, like he loves seeing peoples faces as he’s fucking them. It just gets him into a rut, also like, he kinda compares himself to how he looks in the mirror, so he’ll go faster and harder to “compete” almost.
-nylon fetish probably, but without the feet aspect. He just likes ripping them open and fucking someone deeply yk. He probably loves the whole idea of stockings and whatnot too, like THIGHS. Someone needs to thigh fuck him stg.
Laughing Jack
-switch (mostly sub tho tbh)
-electrostimulation tbh, he LOVES getting the shock of it. Literally. Like this ties in hella with his strong masochism. Idk whenever he gets shocked, he just always gets hard and needy. Desperate mfer.
-shibari bondage, but on HIM. Loves being tied up 100% just the feeling of the rope on his skin turns him on, like the slight burn he gets when it rubs certain places. It hurts like a bitch, but he only gets hornier.
-masochist (as listed above), he LOVES being slapped n whatnot. It’s a little hard to hurt him tho.
Jason the Toymaker
-soft??? Hard??? dom
-somnophilia (fucking someone who is asleep), he LOVES waking someone up to pleasure or just completely surprising someone awake like that. The sleepiness and all of it he just finds adorably arousing.
-dumbification?? He loves dumbing down his spouses during sex. It gives him a power balance thing idk. It also might just be like an innocence thing too.
-he also just generally loves having full and total dominance over his spouse sexually, like he WEARS the pants and princesses you, so don’t question him.
Zero
-hardest dom in town.
-loves hatefucking and just taking complete control over whoever she’s with. Even if she’s with a dom, somehow she will break them down to a sub.
-loves aphrodisiacs and other stuff like that. Also does not like giving pleasure, she only takes it. Whenever she does give pleasure it’s only to turn herself on more than what she is so she can get full use of you and your body.
-very selfish lover tbh
Homicidal Liu
-switch (leans sub)
-boob fucker, loves the honka honka.
-aggressive toy user, like he brings out toys that look like actual SAW contraptions fr. Even has a rose toy and one of those moving fleshlights. Does not use his toys that often, but uses the others on you a LOT. Has nipple clamps for you.
-also really into spanking and gagging (getting gagged 😏) he likes the ripple ykyk. LOVES cumming on you and in you too, fr this man is a cum machine…. He wouldn’t mind getting overstimulated.
Nina the Killer
-bratty sub
-along with Kate, loves exposing herself and having her body be on show. Would probably be interested in getting watched by another person while getting screwed.
-loves being praised and called princess, but sometimes when she’s sad she wants something hella physical to make herself feel worse.
-gets more wet when getting dirty talked to more than being touched lol
Candypop
-prob a switch
-TO BE HONEST,,, COSTUMES LIKE SEXY HALLOWEEN COSTUMES. Those are his kink + if there’s STOCKINGS. He basically cums in his pants fr.
-tbh think he’s kind of vanilla, but like, in a free use type of way. Like he’s into like taking you whenever he feels like it (if he has your consent) and also being used whenever you feel like it.
-but like aside from the costumes and free use thing, I think he’s simple like that yk. Idk I don’t think he has that much pizzazz in his sex life, bro just LOVES quickies.
Kate The Chaser
-mostly dom
-has a specific fantasy for car sex and doing it in inconvenient places. Not a voyeur, but if you guys were in an abandoned house she’d totally do you against multiple surfaces. Or like a tree deep in the woods.
-LOVES mutual masturbation, or like stalking someone while they’re masturbating. Also loves having someone fucking her thigh.
-gets off on exposing herself (only whenever asked to by other people.)
Eyeless Jack
-Soft dom 100% fr
-YOU KNOWWW he has a breeding kink, like that’s just who he is. He can’t help but to cum in you when you look so pretty :(
-totally a somno too, but he’d never act it out unless y’all have talked about it.
-also likes predator/prey play, this one connects with bondage. As he is literally a demon, he LOVES fucking someone significantly weaker or something of the lines.
Dr Smiley
-experimentalist at heart, switch probably.
-likes temperature play, like with ice and candle wax yk. He loves to test out his babes reaction to the sudden changes. He likes feeling them too, especially the ice going down his happy trail.
-medical play 😔 he likes to act as a doctor who takes advantage of his patients in his lab, but he’d never actually do that. It’s just roleplay.
-also huge munch btw, loves having his face be sat on.
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can we have nsfw headcanon for lost silver, glitchy red & Ben drowned (with he/they pronouns) please and ty
yeah sure let’s slut these characters out some more
i didn’t really focus on a masculine or feminine reader, i more so wanted this one gender neutral. also i kind of got carried away but it’s okay we all love some slutty killers am i right ?? right guys
also i only did ben and red, i wanted to do silver but this thing has been sitting in my asks for so long i just wanted to get it out anyway enjoy
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Ben:
- let’s get this cleared up first: ben’s a whore.
- ben’s the type of little shit to be in your friend group who flirts with everyone and their other friends, goes home with someone, and then hangs out with them the next day like he didn’t just commit cardinal sins the night before.
- i headcanon ben as a switch; sometimes he wants to take the lead, telling you exactly what to do and saying the most sinful things that make your heart ( and sex ) throb. he’ll be all over you, figuratively and literally; hands everywhere they can reach and squeeze, mouth and tongue anywhere they can bite and tease, and knees near any part of your body they can keep spread and accessible.
- other times, he’ll let you do whatever you wanna do. you wanna take the lead and make him your bitch for the night? sure, he’s already stripping. you wanna put him completely at your mercy, doing things to him that make him heave and twitch? go ahead, he thinks it’s hot as fuck. you wanna take your time with him, slowly touching and stroking whatever it is he’s begging for to be touched? go ahead sweetheart, whatever you do next is just gonna make him want more of you.
- or, do you want to take your time in a more meaningful way? do you wanna be all giddy and loving, with soft touches and gentle strokes to each other’s bodies, with lots of laughter and smiling faces when funny noises happen? do you wanna cuddle afterward and listen to him ramble about his games, or take a shower afterwards and ease him through it if he gets uncomfortable with the water? whatever you want to do, he’s open to doing it. in the end, ben just wants the both of you to feel good. he’ll never admit it, but he secretly prefers the sex where he can feel wanted and loved. don’t be too rough to his little heart okay?
- sometimes, ben doesn’t want to be a horny blowjob-loving sex fiend; sometimes he just wants to make you feel good then fall asleep or relax and just enjoy his time with you.
- he’s very vocal; he’s almost never quiet unless you specifically ask him to be. either he’s grunting and panting while he’s slamming into you, or he’s a moaning, teary-eyed mess when you’re having your way with him. he’ll do anything in his horny power to make you scream too; if you wanna be quiet, it’s just a game to him; motivation to stroke longer, bite harder, and talk nastier. he just wants to make sure everyone knows how good you make him feel, or how good he is at making you feel good.
- ben will never admit it, but he secretly wants to get caught during the act when it’s really REALLY sinful; the type of stuff that’ll make a sheltered nun have a stroke. he also hopes if it does happen, it’s someone who he can invite to join the party ;)
- basically, ben’s a whore who isn’t afraid to make it known. have fun trying to not get caught when he’s constantly trying to fuck you ( consensually of course )
- aftercare with ben is really nice; once you two are done with whatever you sinners are doing, he’ll check you over and make sure you’re okay, physically and emotionally, and get you anything you ask for. usually he’s got half empty soda cans and water bottles laying around his room, so you won’t be getting dehydrated anytime after. he’s also got lots of large, soft blankets and cute stuffed animals from various games and tv-shows. he’ll drag you to bed with him, put you in a death grip while he spoons you, and mumble into your hair about how much he loves you and how hot you are, but eventually start snoring and drooling everywhere. the drool is out of love, he swears.
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Glitchy Red
- red’s definitely a whore, but not as much as ben is, he’s much more low-key about it.
- he won’t go out of his way to embarrass you infront of people via flirting; instead he’ll come up behind you when no one’s looking in whisper in your ear how badly he wants to make out with you in that moment.
- he REALLY likes making out
- he likes making out more than having sex; his version of foreplay is seeing how riled up he can get you without taking any clothes off; he’s kind of like a horny teenager who wants to have sex but they’re too scared to actually ask for it, so instead they just make out and dry-hump.
- he also really likes dry humping, he thinks it’s one of the hottest things ever; he thinks it’s so entertaining, grinding against you while there’s fabric painfully in between both your bodies; he loves the desperateness and control that he gets when he’s grinding himself against your clothed sex.
- when it actually comes to sex, he’s really into quickies around the Manor, but he’ll still take his time with you in a bedroom if he feels like it.
- one of his favorite things to do is wait until everyone’s busy, wether that’s with missions or a party or whatnot, and pull you into a bathroom, where he’ll proceed to bend you over the counter and fuck you while he has a hand clamped over your mouth, then finish inside and send you back to your little buddies with sore hips and hickies all down your back.
- whenever you’re having sex in a bedroom, his mouth is on yours whenever there’s a chance; he loves to moan into your mouth while he’s stroking himself all over or into you. his hands will hold you into place with tight grips, and his voice will whisper sinful things into your ear when he’s not busy with your mouth or neck. did i mention he loves to give you hickies? cause he does, a LOT.
- he’s really loud, but in a different way than ben; red loves to whine and has really breathy moans; he tries to stay quiet and pretend that he’s all controlled and only doing whatever he’s doing for himself, but in reality he loves the affection and the actions, and can’t help himself but whine into your ear a little bit. he likes to act all tough, but when he’s getting really desperate to cum and really REALLY into it and starts to feel just a little too good, he can’t stop the whining and desperate moaning that spills from his throat, and the continuous “ iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou- “ that spill out. don’t make fun of him for showing the emotion and breaking the tough character he likes to play, he’s someone who wants affection and love just like the rest of us.
- you can return the “iloveyou’s “ during aftercare; usually red’s exhausted, he’ll probably fall on top of you and pin you down with his sweaty body, refusing to move now matter how much you complain about it. eventually he’ll give in, and check you over to make sure you’re okay and get you something if you need it, then he’ll force you to get all comfy in his bed and clothes and go clean himself up with a shower; he prefers to shower alone after the act, it helps clear his mind up and gets him out of the mindset he was in just minutes ago. when he comes back, he’s gonna throw himself on top of you, lay his head down on your stomach and pass out for god knows how long; good luck getting out of that boyfriend-sized death trap.
- red’s more into taking the lead during sex; you’ll have to try your hardest if you want him to submit even a little bit, and even if that happens, he’ll make snarky comments and tease you about how much better you’d be able to take his cock if you let him take the lead. it’s your choice, do you wanna give up and let him have his fun and boost his cocky ego, or do you wanna put red in his place with a few slaps to his pretty face? the choice is yours darling.
- he really likes hickies, he really likes dry humping, he really likes quickies and whoring himself out to his partner, he really likes being loud and dominant, and really likes to whine; basically red is just a horny teenage boy who knows too many people.
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I would like a BEN Drowned with S/O who is like Wendy from South Park UwU
As always, sorry for my bad English, and also I stopped watching South Park a while ago, so I tried to do as much as I remember, remembering that I'm trying to make it as "real" as possible, so I'm kind of sorry
(slight mention of jealousy and possessiveness, ben drowned being a 19 year old boy)
𝕭𝖊𝖓 𝕯𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝔖/𝔒 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖂𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 (𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨)
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 (𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡)
Headcanon and Fanfic (in a more realistic way)
Imagine a guy who enjoys it when you get jealous. In my opinion, Ben would definitely like to see you jealous. He would find it fun and might even hang out with other girls or flirt just to make you jealous because to him, it would mean that you really love him.
He would find your courage and determination interesting and even cool, sometimes finding it attractive when you simply go forward without fear of losing.
"I bet 100% on my girlfriend against you, Jeff, so watch out!"
But sometimes he gets angry at your confidence, especially when you simply confront something or someone, especially if you're human (translating: he's concerned).
Ben wouldn't want you to confront him regarding his provocations; he thinks you would be better off just feeling jealous from a distance.
"I thought you looked cute dressed as a rabbit," the boy looks confused, diverting his gaze from the game to you, and you continued speaking. - "I thought you looked cute dressed as a rabbit?! Who the hell is amanda007?!"
The boy simply sighs in irritation because you made him waste his game time due to another bout of jealousy, which he only finds cute if you keep quiet. - "And seriously, you interrupted just because of a comment on social media?!" Ben said, already irritated, as he sighs and walks away, ignoring whether you're going to pester him about anything related to your jealousy.
Ben would find it amazing if you practically fight for your rights, whatever they may be. And if you're a Creepypasta and engage in a fight against someone, you can be sure that the guy might become more interested in you, finding it attractive when you fight against someone who practically mocks anything you say (cough, Jeff, cough).
If you're someone who enjoys romance and such, similar to Wendy, and expect Ben to treat you that way, wake up. The most he can do is stay with you or simply let you sit on his lap while he plays, but romantic things, no, he doesn't like romantic stuff or frills, quality time will be the thing to say.
If your personality is like Wendy's from South Park, it can either make the guy more interested in you or simply make him think you're unbearable depending on the situation.
If you're human, you better be careful. As a human, it's much easier for him to kill you, so try not to be "annoying" around him, and you'll survive. He would kill you if you simply raised your voice at him because of jealousy or something like that. And of course, if you break up with him, you die too; there can't be any survivors.
If you try to make him jealous, he will ignore it, but if you're extreme, like flirting with someone, you can be sure you'll die if you're human (imagine Wendy trying to get Stan's attention :)).
If you're a Creepypasta and have Wendy's personality and try to break up with him, you might get hurt, or he might just ignore you. Your relationship will be somewhat healthy but also a bit toxic. If you try to make him jealous as a Creepypasta, he'll show you that you're practically "his."
He finds it "sexy" and attractive when you fight someone or when you get rid of someone.
"What was that in the sky?" - The boy asked while trying to see. - "Oh, just that bitch Amanda liking your photo," the boy sang, satisfied.
If you get rid of someone because of jealousy (like when Wendy sent the teacher into the sun), you can be sure that, incredibly, he finds it attractive. He prefers that you get rid of "rivals" with your jealousy rather than confronting him about your jealousy.
"Did I already tell you that you look sexy when you hit someone?"
"So, Ben, what do you think?" you ask while showing the outfit. The boy diverts his gaze from his phone to you and just smiles before looking back at his phone and says in a teasing tone that you understood to be mocking - "Are you trying to outshine Zelda?"(translation: you are more beautiful than princess zelda)
You understand what he meant but sigh disappointedly and then put the clothes back, closing the closet. You understand what he meant, but you sigh disappointedly and then take off the clothes and put them back in the closet, the boy noticing that he simply didn't get it, he sighs before dropping his phone on the bed and standing up behind you, getting annoyed by the fact that your own boyfriend seems uninterested in you. "I think you'd pay attention to me if I dressed like that elf from your stupid game," you say. Until you feel his arms hold your waist and pull you to him, making you collide with his chest. The boy rests his head on your shoulder, holding you tightly. "Honestly, I don't care what you wear, to me, you can even be naked as long as you stay here and don't show it to anyone," he says, his grip tightening, leaving marks on your waist, - "And my game isn't stupid, so shut up, princess." His grip softens as he lets out a long sigh into your neck, chuckling softly as he begins to trail a few kisses down your neck.
(kind of short sorry XD)
#★𝕭𝖊𝖓 𝕯𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉#★𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖞𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆#ben drowned x reader#ben drowned#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta x you#ben drowned x male reader#ben drowned x y/n#ben drowned x you#ben drowned smut#ben drowned imagine#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta x reader#jeff the killer#jeff the killer x reader
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Ben booty shorts idea:
"A link to my ass"
"I'm a N.intendo S.witch"
"drowning... in dick"
"blondes do it better"
"gamer" in sparkly letters
#reminder he's an adult in this au#creepypasta lemon#creepypasta smut#nsft creepypasta#creepypasta nsft#ben drowned smut
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Hello could I request NSFW headcannons of Ben drowned x shy male reader. Like how would ben go about a male reader who gets flustered easily? Thank you, have a good day!
BEN Drowned with a shy male S/O NSFW Headcanons
A/N: Enjoy babe! Sorry for the lateness! This is actually my first male reader request so I may be rusty- But, please enjoy🍵
Warnings: Implications of Corruption Kink, teasing, fingering, blow jobs, slight bondage, amab Reader, NSFW, MDI!
He loves your shyness. You know what they say, opposites attract! BEN isn't shy, especially in the bedroom. But, the way you still get flustered when he touches you makes him very happy
BEN is considerate about your shyness though, he adores how cute you can get but he also wants you to be comfortable
This won't stop him from teasing you, he'll take his sweet time prepping you for his cock. Or if you want to top that's fine too, but BEN would most likely be a power bottom, pinning you down and riding you to his hearts content or a full on top
BEN will suck you off first, watching you struggle to compose yourself. He'd hold your thighs spread open so that you can't hide yourself, may even have his wires tie your hands together to make you stay still. He's very skilled with his mouth, BEN can take you all the way in his throat
So yes, he will be taking control because honestly your shyness brings out the Dom in him. It's just his natural instinct
If you're bottoming, he'll make you suck on his fingers to get them slick even though he'd still use lube too. BEN likes seeing the embarrassed blush it brings to your cheeks, it's hot as hell to him
And he'll say praises like "Such a good a boy" or "You don’t need to be shy sweetheart, I've already seen everything~" BEN really gets off on your innocent nature.
While he's stretching you nice and open to take his cock, he'll force you to look him straight in the eyes as he prepares you. Even during foreplay, he wants you to look at him and watch as he unravels you apart.
BEN just can't get enough of you. While he's thrusting inside of your hole, he may get a bit more sadistic. He'll call you "His cute cock slut" while he snaps his hips at a slow and harsh pace just to see the way you shy away from his advances. But he knows you enjoy it and basically he's completely hooked on your adorable reactions <3
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