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Kinktober 2022
|Week Three| Masky x afab!reader | camgirl, cockwarming, object insertion | 1,785 words
kinktober masterlist | depraved, panty stuffing, anal, no actual sex just masturbation, but masky likes to pretend he's there, he's also mildly threatening but reader isn't picking up on it, "he's your top donor" trope, sexwork, reader is spoiled and lowkey a brat, cybersex, masks, uncreative usernames, porn with too much plot?
Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. I am in love with this man, can you tell? brainrotbrainrotbrainrot. Also thinking this could make a great short fic about him coming to find you irl...
He had become your vice.
It only started about six months ago, but when living in the moment, six months is a hell of a long time. You were broke, needed money, and shit on your luck in terms of job applications. With no time left to waste, you put what you had left to good use and bought a microphone and a webcam. You liked to say it was the best decision you've ever made.
Maybe it was a coincidence, but you hit the algorithm well and hard within your first two months. You weren't by any means rich, but after your prior living situation, you felt like a god coddled and cozy on Mount Olympus. You could afford a cheap apartment in a nice neighborhood, a great computer, and the means to further expand your business endeavors. By that, you mean nearly every and any toy imaginable that you could fuck yourself with.
Things really started to turn around when you noticed your regulars. Donations from the same name surely brought attention, but it really hit that sweet spot inside of you when a particular chatter donated a couple hundred nearly every stream. Nothing made you hornier than money and a man eager to please.
He often made requests in chat: outfit changes, toy changes, etc. It wasn't unusual. Until he offered something a bit more personal.
You shouldn't have agreed. It was probably dangerous. He could be a stalker. Regardless, after sifting through piles and piles of rude and horny (and sometimes both) emails you saw his offer and everything about it was so tempting. Private video chats. He was offering an entire month's rent worth per session. Above all, something about him enamored you. For lack of a better explanation, it felt naughty and scandalous and you nearly immediately sent an email back scheduling your virtual rendezvous.
Tonight was the night and you were bubbling with excitement. You'd never done a private show before. You'd grown little shame with your body and with sex, but now you felt like a virgin timid on their first fling.
Your room was your stage and you checked it thoroughly before you got ready to cam. No identifying details (though you hardly even kept your keys in your room anymore) and nothing embarrassing strewn about the floor. You emptied your trash can, grabbed some towels for clean up, and began to dress your set.
His email was straight to the point about his wants. He wanted you comfortable in that short silky robe you wore only sometimes and asked you to keep your toybox on stand-by. You always did, but the way he asked so kindly, yet so sternly did all good things to your pussy.
You sat at your desk chair as you waited, double and triple checking that you had everything you needed. You glanced over to the lube on your desk. Usually, you'd lube yourself up a bit before starting a show. It saved some time on cam and gave the pervs out there the idea that their favorite camgirl is the horny dream they've always wanted. Tonight, however, you hardly needed any. Still, you were avoiding any foreplay until later. You didn't want to waste any potential to make him a contact that kept coming back for more and more.
Soon enough, a notification pinged on your desktop.
themaskedman: we still on for tonight?
You stared at the message for a moment before responding. You were really doing this? You let him know you'd open the private room whenever he was ready. Before you knew it, you were to be naked for a crowd of one.
It was a simple video call - unaffiliated with your camming site. Both your mics were on, but his own camera was disabled. It was immediately strange having someone truly feel there on the other side of your nighttime shenanigans.
You leaned back in your chair, pulling your legs up to rest on your seat as you greeted him. For the first time ever, you had a voice to the username - and it was warm like whiskey and a paycheck.
"Any way in particular that you wanted to start tonight?"
"You can open your robe for me."
You smiled sheepishly as you slowly untied your robe strings. You pulled the front aside, popping your tits out and splaying your legs out over the arms of your desk chair.
"Any toy you'd like to see me with first?"
"Can I make an weird suggestion?"
His question at first unnerved you. You weren't saintly, far from it, but you'd seen the depravity of the internet.
"It depends. What do you have in mind?"
"I want you to grab a pair of panties. You have quite the collection, I know you have a favorite. Grab that one."
You did as he said, grabbing your nicest one from your drawer, feeling wrong walking away from your camera.
"What now?" you'd asked.
"Play with yourself. Get them wet and messy. But don't put them on,"
Though odd, the request was exciting. You took your time the following minutes, using your hands and a flashy pink vibrator wand on your clit, bunching the fabric between them. The pervs thought the pink vibe was cute and it packed a good punch. Double whammy - twelve settings. You certainly heard a noise or two coming from his side as you went on and tried your best to talk dirty to a man without a name. Your toy did quick work, making you drip all over yourself and wet the cloth. You didn't tell him, but a majority of your physical state was his doing. His sudden speaking startled you.
"I want you to stuff them inside of you."
You stumbled for a moment, his words hitting a second too late. Your face flared as you stayed still, panties in hand. Were you hearing him right?
"C'mon. You don't mind filling your dripping cunt for me, right?"
You moaned for him.
"Of course I don't,"
Admittedly, you'd never done something like this before, but it made you ache like crazy just thinking about it. You set your vibrator down, insisting on making a good show out of the act. You grabbed a corner of the underwear and rubbed your clit with it one last time before using your finger to start shoving it inside of you.
It felt almost exactly as you imagined it to. It certainly did well at absorbing your cum and grool, making it almost unpleasantly dry. The mental and visual image was the real kicker. For the first time in months, you felt slutty.
It didn't take long for them to be entirely inside you, yet you left a small bit poking out so he could see the hint of color against your skin. The whole time he offered small praises and words of encouragement. Could this really be too good to be true?
"I'll give you fifty if you send those to me when you're all done making a mess of yourself."
You tried to laugh off how sexy the offer was. You hadn't sold used underwear either, but you'd just might start.
"Aw, only fifty? What if I wanted to watch you, too? So inconsiderate."
"How about a hundred and we make it a playdate."
At the end of his sentence, his camera switched on. His camera was aimed at his cock, but the sliver of his face that you could see was covered by some kind of mask. Living up to his username, you guessed. He wore a sweatshirt and a pair of thick sweats that were pulled down past his dick. You felt high and dizzy and you wanted nothing more than to come in front of him.
"A hundred it is, what else can I do for you?"
"Why don't you warm a dildo in your ass and we can both pretend it's mine? Try not to move and you can keep getting off with that vibrator you've got."
You bit your lip, trying not to freak out.
"You're a man with good taste,"
"Stop trying to flatter me. Seeing you cum just for me is going to be more than enough,"
You watched as precum dripped down his length. He looked big and rather thick. You rummaged through your toys, looking for a dildo that you felt matched him best. Though you had done anal enough to feel comfortable jumping into it, you still needed to lube and stretch yourself a bit. You saw him stroke himself as you wet your fingers and played with your ass.
"That's good, get yourself ready for my cock, baby."
You whined, eventually lubing the toy as well. You placed it under you and slowly sank onto it. Your clit was sensitive, your ass was full, and your cunt was stuffed with panties all because he told you to. You bottomed out and reached for your wand. You rubbed it over your clit a few times, teasing yourself before turning it on again.
He started to fuck his hand, the mask still covering his face. You wondered if he planned to show himself to you.
"Where'd you get your mask?" You asked offhandedly. Maybe he had some sort of mask kink. You were starting to understand why. You knew everything about him, yet nothing at all.
"It's not safe showing your face to strangers. Don't you know?"
You giggled, bumping the wand up to a higher setting.
"You've gotta get it all the time. A pretty face like that - all your neighbors must know you're a slut behind camera. Aren't you scared?"
"I keep myself safe," you said, "what are you scared of little old me?"
He swore as he watched you squirm over the dildo beneath you, continuing to pump into his hand.
"We both know if we saw each other we'd fuck on sight. Nothing to be scared of about that."
You gasped, leaning into your chair, legs tensing up.
"You gonna cum for me? Cumming for a stranger you just met on camera?"
You nodded your head, unable to stop yourself from letting out pathetic whimpers and gasps.
"C'mon. Ruin yourself for me. Cum on my cock."
You pushed into your orgasm, keeping the vibrator flush against you as your legs shook and you bucked up. You kept going as you rode it out, letting the wand overstimulate you until you couldn't handle the vigor anymore. It hummed softly as you pulled it away from you, your pussy still convulsing around your panties and the toy in your ass spreading you open.
You glanced at your monitor and saw as he too came, his cum covering his hand as he palmed himself.
"So about those panties,"
#creepypasta smut#creepypasta#masky headcanons#creepypasta masky#masky x reader#masky marble hornets#masky smut#creepkinks#creepypasta kinktober#kinktober 2022
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Creepypasta Kinktober Event — Jeff the Killer & Cuckolding
Requests are closed but commissions are open!
Masterlist: x
You wonder what he thinks of his best friend’s tongue halfway down your throat.
Or the fact that it’s happening on his own bed.
It’s almost absurd, really. If the roles were reversed, you don’t know just how lenient you’d be with the whole thing. But you remind yourself that it was basically his idea, and you shouldn’t concern yourself with it too much. Especially not at this point.
Jeff‘s all-too eager to feel you up beneath the thin material of your underwear. He snaps at the band of your panties, the elastic pinching your skin, and when you jump in surprise, he laughs a throaty chuckle.
You flush at his amusement, hands pressing against his chest to stabilize yourself. Without a shirt on, it’s all the more obvious how big and strong he is. He could easily manhandle you, bend you over or fold you in whichever position he’d like to fuck your brains out.
Your stomach flutters, coiling, and you find yourself clenching your thighs together. As if that could relieve the ache.
Knowing BEN is watching certainly isn’t easing your shame, either. But there’s a part of you that’s enjoying it; the thrill of it, the rush of knowing he’s witnessing another man take you—it’s exhilarating.
“Quit tryna’ fuckin’ hide from me.”
Jeff’s growl is all the warning you get before you’re pushed onto your back. And, despite how rough he is, you’re thankful he’s covering your view from the blinking red webcam.
You can almost pretend it’s not even there to begin with.
But you’re barely given a moment to appreciate it before your underwear’s being torn off like wet paper. You gasp, sounding small and pathetic as his calloused hands roam over your naked form.
There’s a surprising gentleness to his touch. His dark eyes greedily drink up the sight of you while his hands trace over your flesh—and it’s as if he’s never felt something so soft before.
It’s almost intimate.
But it’s ever fleeting before he returns to his usual rough self.
One hand pins both of your wrists above your head, effectively trapping you beneath him. And then his jagged lips and teeth are at your throat, biting and licking and sucking—hard.
You yelp, gasping his name, the sound like a melody to his ears. It only encourages him to be rougher.
“J-Jeff—“
The panic in your voice has him huffing. Or maybe it’s more of a throaty chuckle.
His mouth leaves your neck and his free hand squishes your cheeks as he yanks your head up to meet his hungry gaze.
“Worried about your little cuck of a boyfriend?” he sneers, “don’t worry, you know that fucking perv’s loving this shit.”
He pulls you up and flips you around so that you’re facing the camera—panting, flustered, clearly aroused and completely naked.
He grabs a fistful of hair in a makeshift ponytail and forces you to look straight into the lens.
“You‘re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he snickers, addressing the laptop.
You’re thankful, at the very least, that the screen was left black. You’d be mortified if you had to see yourself right now—submissive and practically dripping for another man to use as he pleases.
“You like watching your little girlfriend get used like a cheap whore, don’t you? You like selling her out just to get off to it?”
The hand in your hair grasps your throat. You gasp, breath escaping you as he presses your back firmly against his chest.
You can feel him through his jeans.
And when you twist and squirm in his hold, his fingers tighten and he grinds himself into your ass, like he’s trying to relieve some of the pressure building inside him.
His scarred smirk scratches your skin as he murmurs into your ear.
“Don’t worry, I’ll show him how to really fuck a little whore like you~”
You half expect him to shove you down and cram himself into you all at once. Not that you would’ve minded. But instead, he spreads your thighs apart with his knee and reaches around to part your folds for the camera.
“See that? See how fucking wet she is for me?”
You want to look away—dear god, do you ever want to look away—but he’s holding you so tightly that all you can do is let him use you.
He presses a finger at your entrance, and you squirm. Despite your humiliation, you do want him. Badly.
He hums out a chuckle.
“You want it? Hm? Want me fuck that tight little cunt open?”
It almost feels like a betrayal when you nod. But either way, you can’t get yourself to break eye contact with the camera because all you can think about is how he’s watching all of this.
“Then beg.”
It’s like insult to injury. He knows you’re embarrassed, and he’s enjoying it.
“P-please, Jeff. Please fuck me. Please, I want your cock~”
He presses a finger inside you as a reward, and a breathless moan escapes you as he does.
“Looks like you’ve already taught her how to properly beg for dick, haven’t you?” he laughs cruelly, but even then, your walls tighten around him as he curls his finger.
He pumps the digit in and out of your sopping heat, and your hips buckle. Noticing your reaction, he pulls out, running his fingers along your folds until he reaches your clit. There, he gives your pearl a few strokes before returning back down to pump his finger in. And he repeats the motions again and again.
He’s teasing you—going just slowly enough to frustrate you. You know he’s doing it to give BEN a good show. But you also know he likes the way you’re openly humping his hand just to feel the slightest bit more of him.
“Jeff—“ you whine his name, and at this point, you’re not so sure you care about looking so needy anymore.
When he only hums in response, you groan.
“Jeff, fuck me~ I wanna feel your cock~”
“Oh yeah? You want my dick? Want me to fill you up? You don’t want your little boyfriend to do it instead?”
You’d take either of them at this point. Maybe even both at the same time.
You nod, your mouth watering at the thought.
“Y-yes, ‘m sure, I want it~”
He laughs, the sound rough and husky. “Atta girl~”
You’re suddenly pushed on your hands and knees with your ass up and presented to him. You hear him undoing his jeans, and then a hard smack! has you yelping as he leaves his handprint in the flesh of your ass.
His grip finds purchase in your hair, which he uses to tilt your head so that you’re once again forced to stare into the camera. It’s impossible to hide your reaction as rubs the tip of his cock up and down your folds.
You bite your lip to hold back a moan. When you try to rock back to get his length to split you in half, you’re met with another punishing whap!
“Stay fucking still,” he hisses.
But even as he says it, his own eagerness betrays him—like not even he has the patience to wait much longer.
Slowly enough to feel every inch of him, he pushes his length all the way inside of you.
You know you must look like such a slut when your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a breathy moan. But you really can’t bring yourself to care at this point.
You just need him to fuck you.
Even as he pulls out, then pushes all the way back into you, it’s like he’s dragging the movements out on purpose. He wants BEN to watch your every reaction.
Still, he can only be so patient for so long.
When you moan his name, it’s like something inside of him snaps.
You’ve no warning for the way he suddenly drives his hips into you—rough and hard and fast and over and over again. His hand comes down to meet the sore flesh of your ass again and again as he pounds into you like a man starved for your cunt.
You fist the sheets, twisting them into your hands as a slew of gasped moans and whimpers escape you. He’s relentless.
It’s like your body’s a toy made for his pleasure. Every time he hits a certain spot inside you, a shock of adrenaline races down your core and you clench around him, your tight heat sucking him in like you’re trying to milk him.
The wet squelching of your cunt, the smack of his hips into your ass with every thrust, your needy little moans—it’s all so lewd. And BEN’s watching it all unfold.
Another slew of spanks, and your body surrenders to him entirely. Your eyes roll back, jaw going slack as you cream yourself around his cock, your arousal gushing out in a mess between your thighs.
Jeff cusses, his hips stuttering. He grabs a handful of your hips and uses it as leverage to yank you on and off of his pulsing cock.
His movements are sloppy and impatient—he’s getting close. Over-stimulation threatens to overcome every nerve ending of your body. Unable to keep your mouth shut, your tongue falls out and you drool all over yourself.
“F-fuck! Fuck fuck f-fuck—“
He tugs your head up by the roots of your hair, hoisting your lower half snug again him, and then he rolls his hips, grinding into you before stilling.
You feel the way his cock throbs before you feel the spurts of his cum fill you up. You mewl, your bones feeling like jelly. You want to collapse, but he keeps you upright so that BEN can enjoy the sight.
Moving on their own accord, your hips grind against him. Or maybe you’re just shaking from the over-stimulation. Either way, it has his cum reaching deeper inside of you, and you feel full of his seed.
He finally releases your hair, but only to grope your ass and spread you apart to admire the mess he’s made between your legs. Your body slumps as he enjoys the aftermath of your ruined cunt.
“C’mere,” he growls.
He picks you up and settles you on his lap like you weigh nothing.
He spreads your thighs apart and runs his fingers through your folds. You can’t help but cringe when you feel his cum seep out of your ruined hole, knowing he’s doing this on purpose to show BEN.
“Look at that. Tight little cunt drooling with my cum. You should let me stuff her more often~”
He swipes up a bead of his cum, and presses the salty digit between your lips. You make eye contact with the camera as you like the cum clean from his fingers.
Like the good, obedient little slut you are~
#jeff the killer#jeff the killer x reader#creepypasta#jeff the killer x reader smut#kinktober#creepkinks#creepypasta kinktober event
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Kinktober Masterlist
Thank you to @just-a-creep-babe for this awesome idea!
Hello, everyone! My name is Nyx, and this is my first time participating in kinktober. I’m super excited to be writing lots of stories this month! I’ve written a few stories in the past but I’m still fairly new so if anyone has any advice, I would love to hear it :).
I might add more if I have the time
Map:
Afab-💍
Amab-👑
Gender Neutral- 🌻
Violence-🥀
18+ -❌
Ticci Toby x S/O x Clockwork- Threesome, thigh fucking, lingerie*❌💍
Jeff the killer x S/O- Fear-play, blood-play, anal*❌🥀💍
Zalgo x S/O- Predator/prey, edging, dub-con, squirting*❌🥀🌻
Laughing Jack x S/O- Dry humping, A/B/O, overstimulation, breeding*❌💍
Nina the killer x S/O- Object insertion, cam girl,edging*❌👑
Yan! Kagekao x S/O- Voyeurism, pet-play, yandere*❌💍🥀
Habit x S/O- Rope bondage, hair pulling, jealous sex*❌🌻🥀
Eyeless Jack x S/O- Begging, corruption, cockwarming*❌💍🥀
BEN DROWNED x S/O- Marking, overstimulation, Dacryphilia, electrostimulation*❌💍🥀
Masky x S/O x Hoodie - Threesome, brat-taming, orgasm denial*❌💍🥀
#creepkinks#kinktober#masterlist#minors go away#creepypasta#marble hornets#everymanhybrid#habit emh#eyeless jack#laughing jack#ben drowned#jeff the killer#masky and hoody#nina the killer#clockwork#x reader
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The Woods Don’t Tell -- Jeff the Killer x Nina the Killer
A/N: This took FOREVER and was supposed to be for just-a-creep-babe’s Kinktober Event! We’re a little late, but I hope you enjoy~
Words: 1358
Tagging: @just-a-creep-babe (for the challenge, ask to be added to the taglist if you’re interested!)
Warnings: Rough Sex, Knife Play, Overstimulation, Exhibitionism, Yandere Implications
NSFW FIC! (18+ Please!)
Nina’s heart was fluttering in her chest as she hid behind a tree in Slender Woods. She let out a quiet, yet excited giggle. She had been the one to initiate this, of course. Jeff had finally caved and confessed that he indeed did like her, despite her constant pestering. It had been a month since then, and lusting after him for like…forever, tonight she made her move. The pair had been making out in Jeff’s room when Nina had given him the idea: chase her down and fuck her until her mind was mush.
She knew running and hiding like this would only make him all the more eager to find her, and of course fuck her senseless, but it made her feel so…excited. She had gone far from the mansion and into the woods. As she turned to run behind another tree, a strong hand gripped her right arm and pulled her back against the rough bark.
“Found you.” Jeff’s voice was low and husky as he stared her down with a hungry, monstrous look in his eyes.
He made quick work of pinning her hands above her head with one arm, his other moving down to caress her hip. Nina felt butterflies like electricity coming from her stomach, this was really, really happening. With a swift motion, Jeff’s other hand was between her legs, teasing her through her panties. She whimpered when his hand hit her thighs, much less there. Her legs trembled as he rubbed circles around the thin material covering her clit. Boy was she glad she was wearing a skirt.
“Damn,” Jeff smirked as he pushed her hands harder against the tree, “you really do like this, don’t you?”
She nodded frantically, but her last nod turned into a loud moan as she felt Jeff pull down her underwear and slide his fingers along her wet slit. Her back arched and she bucked into his hand, hitting her head against the hard wood, and she whined as she felt him slide two fingers inside her. All of her thoughts were consumed by the dizzy, lovesick pleasure she was feeling. She felt like she was going to combust right then and there.
Nina didn’t even notice Jeff had dropped her hands until she pushed some of her bangs out of her eyes. The feeling of his fingers inside her was enough to make her cum quickly, but what she didn’t expect was for him to not stop afterwards. She choked out a strangled sob when he kept going at her g-spot instead of a break. Her next orgasm came fast and hit her like a truck. Nina had to hold onto Jeff’s shoulders as she came, and she could feel her pulse in her cunt as he finally gave her a rest to breathe. Pitiful sobs, moans, and absolutely sinful noises were the only things coming out of her mouth.
Next thing she knew, Jeff grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her up for a kiss. It was rough and hungry, and Nina only pulled away until she had to gasp for air. It was futile, as the wind was knocked clean out of her chest as he practically shoved her onto the ground. She landed on her side, and just as she moved to pick herself up from the dirt, he ordered her to stay on the ground.
“On your knees.” Jeff growled as he grinned down at her.
Immediately doing as she was told, Nina pulled herself up on her knees, and looked up at him. She didn’t have much to look up through as her eyelids were sewn open, an homage to Jeff, but all he could think about was how innocent she looked. She looked so…lovesick…and fragile. Breakable, his thoughts spoke to him.
He reached into his pocket and with a flick of his wrist, a blade clicked open. Jeff was never seen without one, obviously. What kind of killer would he be if he didn’t? With his left hand, he caressed Nina’s cheek. She leaned into the touch, but he had other plans than just petting her all day. He made a mental note to do that, though. It was cute.
Jeff’s fingers made quick work of gripping her jaw. Nina’s mouth opened obediently, and he moved some of his fingers into her mouth. She could taste herself from when he fingered her on his digits. She drooled as he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and into her hair, pulling on her ponytail again. He lifted her head to expose her neck, and took the knife to it, ever so slightly, to draw blood. When Nina felt the ever so small prick, her mind kicked into overdrive. She was at his mercy, and he was cutting her up. The feeling gave her a rush she could only explain because of her nature of work, and she wanted more.
If Nina’s eyes could make little hearts, they would be. He let her go, and she frowned, once again looking up at him.
“What? It’ll still leave a mark~” He cooed, putting the knife back into his pocket. “Besides,” he reached to caress her cheek, this time with actual sincerity, “I have something better to give you.”
She looked at him inquisitively, until his hands reached down to unzip his jeans. Blushing a nice shade of red, Nina helped him pull down his pants and then his boxers. His dick sprang free, and she was on him before he had a chance to say much of anything. She looked up at him as she proudly took as much as she could of him in her mouth, using her hands where her lips didn’t reach.
Jeff groaned as she swirled her tongue around his cock. God, she was good at this, and he knew he would be asking for another blowjob next time. His hands made their way slowly to her hair, but he didn’t grip her hair with as much force as he had before. Her mouth was so warm. Every time she dipped down, his cock was engulfed by the wet heat. It wasn’t before long that he felt his own orgasm growing closer.
“Nina I-” He tried to warn her, but she swirled her tongue again and that was it. He grunted, and his hips jerked forward as he came. Nina whimpered and backed away, cum spilling from her mouth as she took deep breaths. She coughed, but swallowed as much as she could regardless.
Panting, Nina pulled up her underwear, still on the ground, as her legs felt wobbly from before. The material rubbed her sensitive clit, and she squirmed a bit as she pulled them fully back onto her body. She wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her hoodie. She would throw it in the laundry when they got back. Jeff helped her up from the ground, now dressed himself, but she fell into him, her legs unsteady.
“Want me to carry you?” He teased at her, but knowing he didn’t want her to roll an ankle, he soon scooped her up bridal style and started on the walk back to Slender Mansion. As they came closer, Nina nuzzled into his chest, and he let her back on her feet. He took her up to his room, trying their best to avoid questions, and not letting anyone take a look at their equally disheveled clothes.
He drew Nina a warm bath, and while she soaked, he cleaned himself up, and took his and her clothes from his room to one of the washing machines. When he climbed the stairs back up, Nina was done. She was sitting on his bed, wrapped up in one of his hoodies and had pajamas on underneath. Jeff joined her and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. Tonight was fun, but they definitely had to rest if they wanted to be up in time for breakfast. As he pulled her under the covers with him, she cuddled up and rested her head on his chest. It was, after all, a good idea she had.
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18+ Creepkink Challenge
Quick Drawing done for @just-a-creep-babe‘s Creepypasta Kinktober event. -> https://www.tumblr.com/just-a-creep-babe/663312998806519808/creepypasta-kinktober-event
I spun the wheel for two characters and one kink and loosely followed it. For this one I got Dr.Smiley and Eyeless Jack for the characters and Dub-Con for the kink.
Full version linked through Itaku because of Tumblr rules.
Once again, NSFW and Dub-Con warning. View at your own discretion.
Full version posted on my itaku: https://itaku.ee/images/156200
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Finally finished! 🎃🎉
As usual, read the tags before you proceed to read!!! 💖
@just-a-creep-babe
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Puppeteer + Marking
@just-a-creep-babe 's Kinktober Event! I decided on drawing because i haven't writen anything in like 80 years so i wasn't starting now lmao
Honestly this was a lot of fun and i might do more 😩 Please note that i suck at art and i did this on my phone at work so it's pretty bad 😭
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#kinktober#the puppeteer#creepypasta#creepypasta art#yandere#yandere creepypasta#yandere creepypasta art#creepkink#creepkinks
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Kinktober 2022
|Week Two| Hoodie x afab!Reader | corruption, fear play, predator/prey | 1,077 words
kinktober masterlist | huge warning for vague/dubious consent, roleplay, public sex but not exhibitionism, name-calling, dumbification, forest sex, previously set kink-scene, Brian has a reputation.
Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. Sorry for this being legit 2 months late holy fucking shit! I had a huge family emergency and had to take some time away, but I will be continuing all my mentioned kinktober fics. Enjoy the brain rot.
Heavy breathing filled your ears as you trampled over twigs and fallen leaves. You scanned the area. Hiding was futile: the tree trunks here were too thin and the ground was almost barren. There had been no chance of laying in a cluster of bushes until you were safe. Your bright-colored jacket didn't help - offering absolutely no camouflage in the sea of earthy greens and browns. You stuck out like a neon sign.
Mud squelched beneath you, the traction of your boots the only thing keeping you from slipping. He had given you a five-minute head start. It was hardly courteous. You'd both played this game before - it wasn't enough. It never was. He always caught you.
You had only been running for about ten, but your throat was already dry and your body ached. Each time you'd play, you'd tell yourself to run faster, but he's never failed to be one step ahead of you. In all honesty, you thought he was holding back, yet that didn't make it any less terrifying.
As you continued to sprint into the forest, you heard the ruffling of clothes and barreling footsteps. He was behind you. Instinctually, you twisted your head around. He was closer than you thought, bounding toward you, his jacket long lost in the heat of the chase. You should've done the same earlier.
You turned your head back in front of you, trying harder to get away. The sensation of anticipation tingled along your spine. Any moment, you knew he'd get his hands on you.
You let out a grunt as you ran, embarrassed over your arousal. He was going to catch you and then he was going to fuck you. That's how the game ends.
You had barely processed him closing the distance. By the time you heard his footsteps get louder and his fingers reach out for you, he had tackled you to the ground and collapsed on top of you. Both of your bodies fell together into soggy dirty. A groan forcibly left your chest as his weight pushed all of the air out of you. You felt every connection between his body and yours: his hands pushing your shoulders down, his thighs against your own, and his dick pressing against your ass.
"I caught you," the warmth of his words tickled your ear. Both of you were panting. You tried to squirm under him.
"Not scared, are you? It was part of the deal. I catch you; I get my dick wet." you felt him tug down your jeans, trying to get them past your ass without your help.
"Should we be doing this here?" you asked.
Dirt was smudged across your face. By this point, he had shimmied your jeans down. You were almost naked, and you were about to let him defile you. The autumn chill bit your skin.
"Does it matter? For someone like you? Someone like us?"
Your jeans were at your ankles. He started on his own pants, throwing his belt to the side and letting his cock pop out. You felt his hand smack your ass, gripping it and spreading you open underneath him.
"See c'mon. You're enjoying this at least a little, right?" you flinched as his thumb teased you.
"Unless," he said, "you're scared? Do you get off on that?"
He continued to toy with you, softly moaning behind you before speaking.
"Is it me that makes you scared? Or being fucked here, in this forest. Or - oh god - is it about getting caught with someone like me? Everyone's gonna assume you're some closeted slut with a guy like me, huh?"
Meek and trapped, you shook your head. Brian tutted and rested his head on your shoulder. Leaning his cheek against yours, he laid his body fully on top of you.
"No? This isn't a yes or no question. I want you to use your words. I want to see my work - making you a little whore."
"I'm not a whore-"
"You say that, but after the second, third, and fourth time you have to admit you're no innocent princess anymore. No point in bein' shy when you're lettin' yourself get railed in public, too. You know what you are."
A soft southern accent slipped in as he talked. You were thoroughly embarrassed but desperately horny.
"Regardless, I'm gonna enjoy breaking you down and degrading you. You're going to be a ruined mess, but you'll be begging me for more the entire time. Maybe you'll learn to like calling yourself a slut?"
He suddenly pushed a finger inside you, making you cradle your face into your hands.
"See? As soon as something touches your cunt you just get stupid. You wanna start sticking your tongue out too?"
"You're so mean," you whined.
"But you like it all the same. It's okay to like it. Do you want me to put my cock inside you?"
He put in another finger and continued to thrust as he let you think. You'd felt warm and fuzzy, practically drunk on the shame. You nodded your head.
"Mmm, no. I want you to say it." he demanded.
"I want you to put your cock inside me," you managed to say the words without any stuttering, but they came out barely louder than a whisper. He immediately pulled out his fingers to start fucking you instead. He was thick but went in easily.
"I told you," he whispered back, "it's okay to be a slut."
You whined as he started pounding into you. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the forest. Your face heated, someone was totally going to hear you two. Moans started to fall out of your lips unexpectedly. Brian chuckled from behind you as you tried to keep them in.
Again, the reality of your situation dawned on you. The middle of nowhere, but still in complete public, half-naked with Brian fucking you into the ground. He was so right. No matter how many times it happened, you'd be embarrassed as hell as he undid you, but you always thoroughly enjoyed every second. You wanted him to give you intrusive thoughts and he did and both of you loved doing it.
It didn't take long for your wandering thoughts accompanied by Brian's quickening pace to make you cum. You tensed and pushed back into him. He moaned as you came around him, caught off guard.
"Wanna do that a couple more times for me?"
"Please! Don't stop," you were still on your high, letting your orgasm ride out.
"All you have to do is ask."
#hoodie headcanons#hoodie x reader#creepypasta hoodie#marble hornets hoodie#creepypasta smut#creepypasta headcanon#marble hornets x reader#marble hornets headcanons#creepypasta#creepypasta kinktober#creepkinks#kinktober 2022
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Creepypasta Kinktober Event - Ticci Toby & Hair Pulling
1st kinktober fic of the month babey!!
It’s as good a time as any to announce I’m going to be launching a patreon soon! ^^ I’ll be posting exclusive fics, art, polls and other projects I’m slowly working on--ANd depending on how it goes, I’ll likely keep requests permanently open over there :”) I’m very excited about it, I hope y’all are too <33
As for this fic, most of the Toby stuff I’ve written is his sweeter, more submissive side, so I wanted to do something different this time :”) And none of the fics for this event are bullet fics; I’ve been trying a different format style, so lmk what you think!!
Warning: contains dub-con
Masterlist: x
Requests are closed but commissions are open!
He cracks his neck and pops his shoulder, his hazel eyes cold and dark as he looks down at you.
You wipe your sweaty palms onto your jeans. He’s in a mood; that much is easy to see. If the look on his face wasn’t enough of a clue, the fingers locked tightly in your hair makes it more than obvious he’s having dangerous thoughts.
You suppose the blood splattered on his clothes is enough of a giveaway as to what’s triggered this. Still, it doesn’t make you any less defenseless, any less helpless to bring him back to his usual self.
“O-open—open your mouth.”
You hesitantly part your lips, and when he yanks on your hair, you yelp, hands reaching up as if you could pry him off.
“Tongue. Out.”
He all but hisses the command, and not wanting to make him wait, you quickly do as he says.
He hums, apparently satisfied—for now, at least.
He reaches out to stroke your tongue, and you cringe at the taste of blood that he smears onto your taste buds. He, on the other hand, almost looks entranced. It’s like he’s obsessed with the way your mouth feels against his fingers. Like the contact is nearly divine.
“Hands in your lap. Now. And keep—keep them there. I don’t want you to move them a fucking—a fucking inch, understand?”
You only realize you’re shaking when you try to ball your fists onto your thighs.
He twists the strands of hair in his grip, forcing you to arch your back and sit up straighter on your knees. Your reaction, combined with that small little whimper, brings a cruel grin to his mouth.
He strokes your tongue until his fingers reach the back of your throat where you inevitably wince and gag. But even then, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he keeps his fingers lodged there, like he’s playing with you or testing you, and that cruel grin only grows wider.
Your choked gasps don’t deter him in the least. If anything, he seems to revel in their sound. And when your pleading eyes begin to water, it’s impossible not to notice the way the tent in his pants twitches and grows.
“God, you’re so—so fucking cute when you’re scared. My c-cute little angel~”
He tugs you forwards so that you’re inches from his bulge. The grip in your hair tightens, his fingers digging almost painfully into your scalp.
No matter how much you squirm and whimper, he doesn’t loosen his hold.
“U-un—undo them.”
His command is simple, accompanied by another pop as he cracks his neck and the hand in your hair jerks to the side, inadvertently pulling at it and making you yelp.
You don’t want him to lose patience, so you do as you’re told.
It takes a few tries, but he’s, surprisingly, patient as you try to use your mouth to undo the button on his pants. You want to use your hands—doing it like this is borderline humiliating—but he hasn’t given you permission to move, and you do not want to upset him any further.
When you finally get to the zipper, it’s thankfully much easier to tug it all the way down with your teeth. His underwear springs free as you do, the stretched-out fabric over his dick nearly smacking against your cheek.
You look up at him, waiting for his next order despite already knowing what he wants.
He huffs in annoyance, reaching down to hold your hair with both hands in a makeshift ponytail.
“S-suck me off.”
You lick your lips, which suddenly feel dry, and very gently bite at the band of his underwear, trying very hard not to nick him as you do. You pull them down, and this time his dick does smack against your cheek as it’s freed from the confines of his clothes.
The way he’s looking down at you, like you’re just another one of his targets, has your blood feeling like ice in your veins. But even despite that, your stomach’s in knots and all you can think about is how badly you want to grind down on something—anything.
Maybe it’s because his hard cock is twitching right in front of your lips. Or maybe it’s the dark, dangerous look in his eyes. Either way, you’re so fucked for enjoying this.
“You waiting for me to fuck—fuck your throat or something? Huh?”
He pulls your hair again, roughly, and you wince, choking back a yelp.
Before he gets the urge to do it again, you part your lips and take him into your mouth.
The way he curses, the way his head falls back and exposes his neck, the way his hips jut out just a little to push more of himself into your mouth—it has a pang of arousal surging right down to your core.
You don’t know what kind of fucked up, twisted sense of self-preservation you have, but you know something must be wrong with it.
Your lips works slowly around him at first, trying to ease yourself into adjusting to him. He seems to enjoy the way you flick your tongue over his tip as you let more of him slide into your mouth.
He hums as you suck him off—moving your lips back and forth like you’re jerk him off with your mouth—and the fingers curled in your hair seem to relax. You hope he’s satisfied with you, and more importantly, you hope this will calm him down rather than add fuel to the fire.
“Mmh, always so—s-so good at sucking cock, aren’t you? Just like my own p-person—personal l-little whore~”
His shoulder jerks, and it has his hand shoving your mouth further down his length.
You cringe, trying to hold back a gag as he hits the back of your throat. You want to pull away to gasp for air, but it’s already too late; he’s felt you deep-throat him and he’s suddenly decided he wants more.
You thought you were calming him down, but it seems like feeling you choke around his dick only reignited his cruel mood swing.
With both hands in your hair, he uses the leverage to pump your mouth around his cock. He’s rough and impatient and demanding, and every time you wince or gag, it seems he only enjoys it all the more so.
“F-fuck—h-haah, fuck! God, that’s right, atta—a-atta girl~”
Drool threatens to spill from your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears blurring your vision, as you clench and unclench the fists in your lap.
You want to bring your hands up to his hips to get some kind of control. But you know disobeying him is not a good idea. You want to stay as prim and proper as possible so that he won’t lose his temper any more than he already has.
So you let him use your mouth however he please, even when your lungs feel like they might burst and you‘re starting to get dizzy.
He‘s unrelenting, borderline brutal, like he’s taking out all his pent-up stress and anger onto you. Every time he twitches, your throat tightens around him as you choke, which coaxes him to fuck your mouth even more enthusiastically.
You know you won’t be able to keep this up much longer. You can barely breath.
So when he finally pulls out, you’re beyond relieved.
You gasp, desperate for fresh air to fill your lungs. Tears are streaming down your cheeks, drool spilling from your parted lips. You’re a mess.
But judging by the way he keeps his fingers tangled into your hair, you know he’s not yet done with you.
“T-take your clothes off. I wanna—wanna make sure you don’t fucking forget who you belong to.”
Your hands are shaky as you tug your top off and start undoing your pants. You don’t know what he plans on doing with you, but whatever it is, you know he won’t be gentle.
He’s only just started having his fun with you.
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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
This year is my first attempt at Kinktober! Only two posts will be made per week: each with one character and three prompts. The fourth week will have an additional third post as a treat! These are all from @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks event, which means that all the characters were randomly generated, as well as the prompts. I excluded some characters from the wheel, but as you'll see, there are some characters in the list that I don't normally write for, so I'm excited to develop these headcanons with you! As for the three prompts, each one is completely randomly generated. The only exception is I skipped all repeated rolls and rolls that are nearly impossible to combine (yes, the Hoodie prompts are randomly generated, I too am shooketh).
There are no exact days these will be published, but they will be done sometime within a weekly time frame. This masterlist will be updated after each post for your convenience. Here is the schedule under the cut, the reader will always be afab.
|Week One|
|Toby| face fucking, marking, shibari | finished October 4th
|Jeff| gloryhole, pet play, temperature play | finished October 6th
|Week Two|
|Hoodie| corruption, fear play, predator/prey | potential dubcon finished December 8th
|Firebrand| exhibitionism, breath play, daddy kink | finished December 15th
|Week Three|
|Masky| camgirl, cockwarming, object insertion | camgirl reader finished December 15th
|Puppeteer| recording, hatefuck, safe word | stoplight safe words used but no red, finished February 2nd
|Week Four|
|Bloody Painter| aftercare, brat taming, spitting | finished February 5th
|Homicidal Liu| strip tease, mutual masturbation, begging | finished February 16th
|Clockwork| car sex, overstimulation, spanking | finished August 13th
#creepkinks#creepypasta#creepypasta smut#creepypasta kinktober#kinktober 2022#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta hoodie#hoodie x reader#marble hornets hoodie#ticci toby x reader#ticci toby creepypasta#jeff the killer x reader#creepypasta jeff the killer#creepypasta puppeteer#puppeteer x reader#bloody painter#bloody painter x reader#homicidal liu x reader#clockwork x reader#creepypasta clockwork#masky x reader#creepypasta masky#masky marble hornets#firebrand tribetwelve#firebrand x reader
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Kinktober 2022
|Week Four| Bloody Painter x afab!Reader | aftercare, brat taming, spitting | 1,050 words
kinktober masterlist | crying, name-calling, degradation, spanking, established relationship, brat taming hence a lil' dubious consent, all consensual obvi but reader fights back because they're being a bratty sub, so struggle, mean Helen, soft Helen, good dom Helen, the holy trinity
Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. Helen shows his brat-taming skills. Y'all's safeword is vantablack. I will admit I was a little tipsy writing this one and I feel it came out so much more easily. We'll see what I think about this post later lmao.
"Open your mouth,"
He squished your cheeks between his fingers, but you shook your head in protest, giggling at him.
"You're being disobedient. This is your punishment. You don't get to decide not to learn today."
He squeezed a little harder and made you look into his eyes.
"Open."
You did so, sticking your tongue out. He spits. It wasn't often that he did this. He reserved it, particularly for when you said things you weren't supposed to, but all of his punishments came in two parts.
"Now, get up. Come lay over my lap. On the bed."
He walked to sit down on the edge of the bed and looked at you expectantly on the floor. You didn't move, wiping a bit of saliva smeared across your chin.
"I said to get up."
He reached over to pull you towards him. Once you made it to his legs, he lugged you up and laid you over his lap himself. You started to squirm, so he held your wrists together with his hand as he groped at your ass with the other. He gave you a light spank. It was nothing like what he was truly capable of, especially through the thick fabric of your pajamas. In fact, it felt a little flirty - you could only think about how you weren't wearing panties underneath, and he was so unbearably close to you.
"Do you want to tell me what you did wrong,"
"Not really," you said.
He gave you another smack. Light, playful, and really nothing special.
"Don't try me,"
You said nothing in response. You knew you were in trouble, but you felt spunky today. He spanked you again, this time harder, before pulling down your pants. You felt terribly bare against him, both embarrassed and needy.
"I was bothering you when you were busy," you said.
His hand swung down with a little more force than just gravity. Yipping, it stung and made you tighten your legs together yipped. You were getting squirmy, but he tried to ignore you, tugging your pants down more until they were off.
"You were being a little slut while I was busy," he corrected you.
Rubbing your ass, he let you think about what you did.
"Yeah, yeah, a slut while you were busy."
Another smack.
"Now's no time for an attitude with me. You were distracting me while I was painting."
You just now realized how hard Helen's cock was, pushing up against the front of your thighs through his pants. You humped into him a bit and he made a sound. It was a mix between a sigh and a moan and it was delightful to hear. He always sounded so soft and needy when he was vocal. You're sure you'd tease him about sounding like a sub another day. He spanked you twice this time, quick and sharp.
"You don't get to be impatient just because you want to be dicked down. I don't give a shit. Take your punishment like a good girl. Now, what did I tell you you aren't supposed to do?"
The smirk fell from your face.
"I'm not supposed to call you a little bitch because I'm too horny to wait,"
"Right."
He spanked you a few more times, each slap a bit harder and a bit faster than the last. You flinched a few times, whining at the pain. Eventually, he let go of your wrists, and you immediately brought your hands to your face to wipe away a stray tear.
"Now, keep your hands to yourself,"
You didn't argue as his left hand went to your ass and his right hand reached between your legs. He pushed a finger between them. Already wet he pressed into your cunt. The position made him hit your g-spot with ease. Instantly, he abused it, making you become putty beneath him.
"Since you wanna be a slut," he smacked your ass again while fingering you, "learn what sluts like you get when they're impatient whores."
You gripped the sheet beneath you, contorting at his touch. He was finger fucking you so good, but the spanking was enough to throw you off guard each time, making you jump and squeeze around him.
"Please, I'm sorry!" you begged him.
"I get to choose when you've properly learned your lesson."
He added another finger, curling them up now instead of simply pumping them in and out. He always had such slender fingers. You shoved your face into the mattress, trying to muffle the sounds you were making. Such a mix of pleasure and pain. Surely, you were a blistering red color.
Eventually, the sensation became far too much.
"Please! I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum around my fingers. If you're gonna be a slut, do it right for me. Yes, that's it."
Giving another final smack, he gripped your hip, holding you in place as you came violently around him. He didn't stop fingering you until long after you'd cum. The sensation left you begging him to give your pussy a break.
"Oh? That's it, you're tired already?"
His voice lilted, but he took notice of your tired eyes. He pulled out and used his clean hand to brush sweaty strands of hair out of your face. You looked properly fucked out. Giving you a soft smile, he carefully slid out from under you, leaving you laying on your stomach.
"I'll be right back, you stay here."
You didn't have any intention of moving, but you nodded and closed your eyes. A small kiss hit your forehead before you heard him walk away into the bathroom. The sink turned on for a moment before he was back in bed. He made no ordeal out of wiping you down and getting slick cleaned off your legs. You were blissed out.
"That's right," he sat the towel aside and laid down next to you, "you did wonderfully, taking it like that."
You hummed, nodding.
"Learned your lesson, didn't you? Don't worry. I'm not mad at you, love."
He cuddled up next to you and positioned you to lay against his chest. Your ass was sore, but you felt pretty good.
"Did you want to go to sleep early and call it a night?"
Nodding again, he reached over and flicked off the table lamp.
"Anything for you," he said.
#creepypasta#creepypasta smut#creepypasta kinktober#kinktober 2022#creepypasta bloody painter#bloody painter#bloody painter x reader#bloody painter headcanons#creepkinks
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Kinktober 2022
|Week Three| Puppeteer x afab!Reader | recording, hatefuck, safe word | 715 words
kinktober masterlist | name calling, sex as an outlet, fling/friends with benefits, stoplight safe words yellow and green, rough sex, bdsm, choking, pushing boundaries, soft aftercare, basically you and puppet hatefuck so he can feed off of your negative emotions? did i get his character right
Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. I don't write for Puppeteer on my blog, so this one was hard :(!
You understood Puppeteer was a spirit. You understood he wasn't human, that he fed (somehow) on negativity, and that he had taken a special interest in you. That was the extent of what he had told you. He hadn't even bothered to give you a real name to call him by. It was clear he wanted complete control over you - you didn't mind. You were his quick little morsel to keep him satiated, but to tap into your full potential, he needed you in a very unique position. He craved someone who hated him with a passion but couldn't resist being around him, and you were his someone.
"Where are you now?" he said.
"Green," you responded as he wrapped his hands tighter around your neck.
He liked to push you over the edge in a new way each time and he was damn good at it. "The angrier the better," he told you once.
"All that emotion... so invigorating. Don't you feel how your hate fills the room? I can taste it." he gave your throat a little squeeze.
Your brow furrowed as your hearing grew fuzzy. Thinking about every little thing that pissed you off the past week - everything he had done to piss you off - egged you on. It built with the pressure he caused in your pussy, but you couldn't do anything about it. Your legs were tied up to the headboard with your hands. He had you folded in on yourself and completely at his mercy. Your thoughts started to muddle together as he choked you.
Releasing the pressure on your throat, he moved a hand down between your legs - only sliding his fingers across and teasing your hole. You were wet enough to take all of him, but he wouldn't even give you a finger.
"Why are you such a prick?" you bucked your hips as he grazed over your clit, "fucking tease."
"Should I record you and show you just how much of a whiny brat you're being?"
You quieted at the threat. Neither of you had done such a thing before. He tutted.
"I see that worry in your eyes," his fingers left you as he walked towards a cabinet in the room. To your surprise, he pulled out a tripod all ready to go, and fiddled with it as he placed his phone on it. He set it facing you on the bed as you squirmed.
"Yellow," you said clearly. It was easy to notice his tone slightly shift and his back straighten slightly as he walked back to you. He had gone over the safeword with you a million times. He knew that yellow didn't mean to stop, but you knew he was scared to take things too far.
Returning back to you, he leaned over your body like before, this time rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. He thought you couldn't, but you noticed his attentive gaze.
"There, now everyone can see your cunt. See you get off on being put in your place, little minx."
You settled into his touch, swearing as he shoved a finger inside of you. He pumped in a few times. The sensation had you in heaven. He always told you that as soon as he touched you, you'd lose a few brain cells.
"All this for me?" he moaned.
"Because you're touching me like that," you weakly argued, trying to ignore how good he felt.
"You let me use you so easily. You humans are so fascinating."
Your face scrunched up and you let out a loud whine. You could feel yourself getting close already.
"Are you gonna cry just from me fingering you?"
"Oh, shut up!"
He sped up, wet sounds coming from your cunt as he fucked you with his fingers.
Swearing, you came around him, hips bucking as he helped you finish. He let you sit there for a moment as you cooled down. You were always exhausted after, which you had assumed was because he was essentially acting as some sort of incubus.
"Let's take a break," he'd said, releasing you from the golden strings that kept you up.
"We'll come back to this later. You still have some anger I can fuck out of you another time."
#creepypasta#creepypasta smut#creepypasta puppeteer#the puppeteer#puppeteer x reader#creepypasta kinktober#creepkinks#creep kinks#kinktober 2022
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Kinktober 2022
|Week Four| Homicidal Liu x afab!Reader | strip tease, mutual masturbation, begging | 752 words
kinktober masterlist | body appreciation, subby Liu/soft dom?, vibrator. sweet n' soft, edging, overstim, cum eating, there is a huge lack of sexy words, I can only legally say pussy so many times,
Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. I like soft big men.
You eyed him carefully as he slipped his shirt off. His hands looked soft and gentle and you imagined how they'd feel on you, slipping past your legs and playing with the heat between your thighs, rubbing and pinching your nipples, you thought of it all. He had lost his sweats and boxers not too long ago when he made a show of popping his dick out of them. He was so hard, his pants looked as if they had shrunk a few sizes. Now, he was resting against the footboard with his legs open, staring at you standing next to him. He was already needy: a bead of precum dripping from the tip of his cock.
"C'mon," he motioned for you, "Sit down in front of me."
You did what he asked, plopping down with your back against the headboard. You spread your legs open for him, matching his pose. You both faced each other, exposed in a way you've never been before. You took in the sight, admiring the scars lining his torso and his arms. God, he was so sexy. There was a wet spot on your panties that you knew he had noticed.
"Please, take them off. I want to see all of you," he pleaded.
Not arguing, you lifted your legs into the air and slowly tugged them off. Slick clung to the fabric. As you caught him staring, you felt your face heat up. Why had this felt more intimate than just touching each other?
Liu started to grope himself softly, his gaze fixated on your pussy. He looked drunk, eyelashes wet with frustrated tears, heavy lids, and soft moans falling from his parted lips. Occasionally, he'd glance up and make eye contact with you. He had such a needy look in his eyes - one that was asking you to touch him. You hadn't begun touching yourself yet, but you could feel your body start to tremble.
"Please, don't make me ask anymore. Play with yourself. I want to watch you." he let out a breathy moan as he started to pump his cock in his hand. You leaned over and pulled a vibrator wand out of your bedside table. Once turned on, the sound of it buzzing filled the room. Liu sped up, rutting his hips into his hand.
"Yeah, c'mon. I want you to feel good for me, baby."
You spread your fingers into a v-shape and held yourself open. Easing in, you pressed the wand against your clit gently. You were already so sensitive from at least an hour of yearning for him and touching each other through clothes. Every thrum of the wand made your hips buck involuntarily. A soft whine fell past your lips. Liu followed suit. He sounded so pretty.
"Just like that. Fuck. Please." he let his head slump back as he watched you. He seemed desperate, fucking his hand quickly and thrusting up into the air.
The vibrator made your legs tense as you worked yourself up to your orgasm. You set your feet onto Liu's legs and propped yourself up better. At this point, both of you were moaning loudly for each other.
"Fuck,"
You heard Liu blurt out, taking his hand off his cock for a moment.
"Almost came," he muttered.
He had insisted on cumming together, while you watched each other. He was holding it out, edging himself for you. You didn't want to keep him waiting any longer. You turned on a different setting, making the vibrator pulse faster. It was too much for you and you knew you were bound to cum soon.
You watched as he continued jacking himself off unprompted. It was rough and messy and he seemed impatient.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck please," he whined out your name, "please tell me you're almost there?"
You could only nod at first, wordlessly saying yes.
He threw his head back, panting.
"I'm gonna cum. I can't hold it back anymore. Cum with me please,"
As he spoke his sentences started to break up until he could barely speak. You quickly followed suit, going limp as you rode out your orgasm. After a few seconds, you turned the wand off and let yourself sink into the bed.
You noticed how Liu made a mess of his legs and stomach. You leaned forward, centering your face above his cock. Squirming beneath you, he grabbed onto your shoulders as you lapped up the cum on him.
"Think you can go for a round two?" you asked.
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Kinktober 2022
|Week Four| Clockwork x afab!Reader | car sex, overstimulation, spanking | 818 words
kinktober masterlist | public sex, exhibitionism, parking lot, pussy slapping, light impact play, fingering, cunnilingus, teasing, lesbian sex
Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks.
Sorry, this one is so so short. I've been holding onto it for so long and just couldn't find anything else to add, so I have to finally get it out there.
And it's finally done! I want to give a final thanks to @just-a-creep-babe for this wonderful prompt challenge. I know it took an absurdly long time, but I had some unexpected life-changing things happen while writing these. But that's not the point! I think I strongly improved my writing with these and really got put outside of my comfort zone. I do plan to do something like this again in the future (maybe another kinktober?), but it will definitely be on a much smaller scale so I can put out higher quality and more consistent posts. Enjoy!
Natalie turned the car off, the sudden stop of the rumbling engine leaving the two of you in silence. The Walmart parking lot had been empty, except for two or three other cars parked far away from you. Regardless, the bright white lights shone into the car and made you feel exposed. If anyone had decided to walk past, they would definitely see you completely undressed and at her mercy.
"Feeling comfy yet?" Nat asked. She frowned as she saw you scanning the parking lot.
"This was your idea," she said, "but you can back out if it's really bugging you that bad."
"No," you looked at her from the back seat, "I can't wait any longer. I want you now."
Relaxing, she smirked at you.
"I knew you had it in you, you dirty girl." she flung herself from the driver's seat, shuffling herself into the foot space below you. Her face was now leveled right near your pussy.
"You got to get this off first," she said, tugging at your pants.
You helped as she unbuttoned them and pulled them off of you, leaving you in your panties. Feeling yourself become even needier for her, you spread your legs open for her and slouched down. Her hands reached around your thighs, propping them above her shoulders.
"Damn, Nat,"
She giggled in response, tracing a finger over your clothed clit. Her touch was soft and teasing and it only made you ache even more for her. It wasn't enough and you were already so desperate for her. Natalie looked up from between your legs.
"What's wrong?" she smirked.
"Please, skip the foreplay. I just want you to make me cum."
"Aww, there's no fun in playing like that."
Regardless, she pulled down your panties, throwing them onto the floor of the car. Your pussy was now bare to her, cold from your arousal already starting to drip onto the car seat. Putting her thumb against your clit, she continued to rub small circles. You flinched, rutting into her hand.
"Sensitive already?"
"Yeah, when you're teasing like that," you whined.
"I thought you wanted more, but you can't handle it?" she laughed.
"I can handle it. Please, I just want to cum so badly Nat."
Wordlessly, she pressed her tongue along your folds, letting out small kitten licks. Each swipe of her tongue had your toes curling. You reached your hand out and ran your fingers through her hair, holding her head steady. As she ate you out, she steadily hummed into your pussy, moaning and giggling.
With a flick of her tongue across your clit, she pushed a finger into you. She pulled her head back.
"So wet for me already. I know you like being teased, baby."
As you went to protest, she started to suck on your clit. Your grip on her hair tightened.
"Fuck, that's too much."
She continued sucking slowly and pumped another finger into you. Each curl of her fingers pressed against your g-spot and made your mind go fuzzy. You could barely argue with her as she worked them into you. Out of the haze of your pleasure, a light slap hit your pussy. You jumped.
"Look at how wet you are. You're getting my seats dirty you know."
She let out another slap, slightly harder this time. You bucked up to meet her hand, each slap only slightly providing any stimulation for your sensitive clit.
"C'mere hun," without another word she extended her tongue again, steadily swiping at your clit. Body trembling with each pass, your legs quickly grew tense, wrapping tighter around her face. A muffled laugh sounded between your thighs, sending pleasant vibrations your way. You didn't last much longer before the rubber band pulling in your stomach snapped.
"That's a good girl," she said, continuing to thrust her fingers into you as you rode the high of your first orgasm. The sensation of your own cum running down your legs and painting Nat's face was overwhelming, but her lips met yours again, nonetheless. You jumped, fingers tightening around strands of her hair.
"Woah,"
"What, you can't take a lil more for me?" she asked you.
"No," she ran her tongue softly across your pussy, "it's too much."
She does it again.
"I'm too sensitive, Nat!" you begged.
"But I'm being so gentle, would my fingers be better?"
Switching to rubbing her thumb in circles, you let out a squeal. The friction of her rough finger pads was swarming your senses.
"Please, Nat!"
Your legs began to shake again as you pleaded with her.
"Fine," she sighed, smiling. Giving you a quick kiss before pulling herself away from your lower half.
"Time to keep moving anyway, huh." she reached over to the front seat to grab a blanket and placed it beside you.
"Let me get you something to clean up and then you can hit the hay."
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Creepypasta Kinktober Event — Zalgo & Tentacles
Not me being two days late for the final day ;--; I wanted to post this on Halloween, but ended up hosting a party that took more prep than I initially thought ^^;
But without further ado, here’s the final day of creepkinks, I hope y’all had a great october and a great Halloween <333
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Warning! Contains dub-con
Weak, measly little humans that crap themselves at the sight of him aren’t anything new. But mortals that stand up and face him, stand up and fight? Now those—those are a rarity.
He can tell you’re a feisty one just by the look in your eyes. Defiant. Confident. Proud. Angry.
Oh, how he relishes a mortal’s anger.
They’re always the funnest to play with~
Your body’s already much, much smaller than his. But standing in front of his throne, which is elevated by a few dozen steps, you look so, so deliciously small.
He could just eat you up~
Almost as if you could read his thoughts, you curse him out. Something about him being a soulless monster.
He’s heard it all before.
Really, if anything, it has him huffing. As if a human could ever kill him.
Still, it’s amusing. You’re so wound up in your emotions that you don’t even notice the tentacles creeping up behind you.
The first one catches you off guard. He can hear your heart jumping in your chest as you yelp in surprise when it wraps around your wrist.
The second seems to aggravate you. You swear, trying to yank yourself free as it’s oily tongue-like texture captures your other arm.
When you notice the other tentacles writhing around you, a look of horror and disgust flashes across your features.
He has to commend how quickly you recover from the surprise. And how quickly you manage to force yourself to act.
But try as you might to fight him off, he’s eternal. Your efforts are valiant though, he does have to admit.
Even then, valiant as they might be, you still end up strung up on his tentacles, dangling in front of him like an insect caught in a spider’s web.
“Z-Zalgo, you piece of shit!”
Even trapped in his grasp, he doesn’t notice a hint of fear or helpless. Only burning rage.
It brings a wide grin to his fanged mouths.
“You really thought you stood a chance, little human?”
His voices ring out around you in the empty room. He savours the brief panic in your eyes as you hear him—he’s everywhere. He’s inside your head.
“Fuck you,” you spit the words out, and oh, how he was hoping you’d say that.
His tentacles wriggle beneath your clothes, wrapping around your frame and brushing against your more sensitive spots.
He could almost trick you into believing it’s unintentional—if it weren’t for his hungry grins, that is.
Your face flushes.
You look cute when you’re flustered.
“Z-Zalgo—!”
He pays no mind to your complaints, safe for his salacious grins giving away his perversions.
You’re absolutely adorable; twisting and writhing in his appendages, flushed with anger and embarrassment as he feels up your body against your will.
You’re so much more fun than his other toys. Maybe he should keep you.
“You’re a-a coward!”
Conversely to the react you would’ve liked, he chuckles. The sound reverberates through the room; a mere glimpse at his effortless power.
“You accuse me of cowardice?”
His appendages stop squirming beneath your clothes and he leans in, placing his thumb and index at his chin like he’s considering something.
“Very well, little mortal~ Since you’ve provided such fine entertainment, shall I give you a chance at escape?”
Your eyes narrow, jaw setting in defiance.
“And what’s the catch?” you spit.
Clever, clever little mortal~
Instead of answering your question, he continues with an amused smirk.
“If you can guess what number I’m thinking, I’ll let you go with however many years you have left to your insignificant little life.”
He waves his hand dismissively, as if to gesture how pathetic your lifespan is in the eyes of a god like himself.
The flash of anger in your eyes is marvelous. And the fear and uncertainty threatening to push through is even better.
“So you’ll just let me go if I guess correctly?” You hesitate, like you’re balancing the odds stacked against you. “...And what’s the range of numbers?”
His lips curl into a wider grin, practically leering at you.
“0 to 1000.”
“That’s bullshit!”
Your outburst is met with a tightening of the appendages around you. One of them wraps around your throat. Not to squeeze, just to warn.
You take a deep breath in, as if trying to regain your temper.
“And if I don’t wanna play along?”
He hums.
“Then I’ll tear you limb from limb~”
When the hesitation doesn’t leave your face, he sighs.
“What if we sweeten the deal, then? I’ll grant you 999 chances to get it right~”
Ah, that seems to catch your attention.
You furrow your brows, as if thinking about how this could be a trick. When the realization dawns on you that you really don’t have a choice regardless, you bite your lip.
“...1000.”
A tentacle tears through your shirt like wet paper.
You gasp, instinctively trying to cover yourself, but to no avail with the tentacles holding your arms apart.
The demon lord chuckles.
“What? You didn’t expect any consequences at all for getting it wrong?”
The frantic anger and humiliation on your face has him laughing.
He watches your expression shift from pure, simmering hatred to defiant determination.
“666.”
Your pants are the next to go. His tentacles shred through them like nothing, and you wince as the scattered material falls to the floor beneath you.
He scoffs.
“Surely, you didn’t think I’d be that predictable, did you?~”
Growing wary at the amount of clothes you have left, you shift, and the tentacles curl around your body in response.
“7.”
“Wrong.”
Your bra’s split in two.
Your face flushes again. You want to pretend this isn’t happening, but there’s no way around it; your chest is perfectly on display for the king of monsters himself.
And he’s loving it.
Still, refusing to give in to the fear and panic gnawing at your bones, you guess again.
“96.”
You can’t bring yourself to make eye contact as your underwear’s torn off.
You’re completely bare before him.
An appendage curls beneath your chin like a finger, coaxing your head up to look at the demon in front of you—despite how much you’d rather look anywhere else right now.
“You’ve no clothes left. Choose your next number wisely, little one~” he hums with a snicker.
“0.”
You don’t know what kind of consequence you’d expected after he’d torn everything off.
In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming.
But it’s still a surprise when an appendage slithers between your folds, nudging it’s way into your exposed sex.
Your little gasp is to die for.
All things considered, it’s an easy fit. The oily substance coating his tentacle acts like a perfect natural lubricant.
He thins the appendage out to roughly the size of a human finger to help it fit. But as soon as it’s in, he makes it grow larger and larger as it pushes its way into your sex.
You try to clamp your legs shut, but he easily keeps them open.
“Come now, little human, I won’t wait all day for your next guess~”
The tentacles writhes into you cunt, rubbing against your sensitive nerves, and you have to bite back a whimper at how sensitive it feels.
He watches a mix of emotions swirl into your eyes.
“1.”
Zalgo almost huffs.
Did you already give up on trying to find a meaningful number? Were you planning on counting all the way up to 1000?”
It‘s a bold decision, but it doesn’t upset him. All the contrary, actually.
“Wrong.”
Your punishment is a rough thrust between your legs. The tentacle flicks inside you, pulsing, oozing more black liquid as you inadvertently clench around it.
You try not to let your moans spill, but he knows how to make you feel good.
“Guess again,” he orders.
He tilts his head, grinning, and it’s almost like he’s challenging you.
It fills him with undeniable glee when you seem to accept his challenge.
“2.”
Another thrust. Deeper this time. It has your thighs trembling and your breaths shuddering.
“Again.”
“3.”
When the tentacle rams itself inside you, a sick mix of black ooze and arousal spills from your legs, dripping onto the floor.
You’re already starting to look lost in the pleasure. He wonders how long you’ll last, at this rate.
“4.”
He doesn’t bother telling you you’re wrong again. Instead, he simply lets his appendage do the work.
With every incorrect guess, you’re met with a brutal thrust, until he’s nearly pounding his tentacles into you.
You make such a pretty mess~
By the time you reach 10, he can tell you’re on the brink of an orgasm. You’re practically moaning the numbers out—trying oh so valiantly to remain strong but very obviously breaking composure.
Your poor delicate little body never stood a chance~
You cum at 12, and sitting on his large throne, watching you get impaled by his tentacles and getting off to it, he decides he could get used to the sight.
After all, he has plenty of time to enjoy with you~
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Creepypasta Kinktober Event -- Candypop & Pet Play
I’ve been mad busy recently, so this is just a quick short one ^^
I’ve also been developing an original creepypasta; it’s nowhere near ready but i’ve been having so much fun with it ^^ Hope y’all have been good as well -- and hope you enjoy this week 2 fic!!
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His good little pet waits patiently in her cage.
Collar around your neck, dressed in the cute little outfit he picked just for you, he swears he could just eat you right up~
Metaphorically and literally.
He’s almost salivating at the sight of you as he opens the metal lock and lets you out.
On your hands and knees, you crawl towards him.
Always such an obedient little pet.
He attaches a leash to the loop of your collar and coaxes you to the bed. You know to crawl all the way, and by now, you’re more than used to it.
He lets you up on the bed, and it makes him chuckle when he notices how much you seem to enjoy the silky warmth of his sheets.
Maybe he should give you another blanket for your cage. As a treat.
“Does my little pet want her play time?~” he purrs, and already, he can see you shifting in place, like you’re anticipating what he could possibly have planned for today.
You nod, and he rewards you with a few good pats on your head.
“Good pet.”
He makes his way to the drawer of toys, fully lavishing the attention on him as you curiously watch what he’s doing.
Nipple clamps, a plug and a vibrator are presented in front of you.
He wastes no time preparing the toys and subsequently putting them on you and in you.
He can’t get enough of the way you bite your lip, trying not to moan at the different sensations he’s prepared for you.
God, he could watch you for hours.
He flicks the settings on, and they’re low at first, but he gradually increases them until they’re at half-power.
He’s mesmerized by the way you tremble from the waves of pleasure, how your doe eyes almost seem to beg as you desperately try to hump the toys inside you.
He can only stand to watch for a few minutes before he needs to tug his cock out and stroke himself in tandem with your needy rutting.
“Good little pet~” he hums.
Oh, he just adores the way you focus on his dick as he pumps his hand around it.
He can tell you want to reach over and touch him, but he knows you’d never do such a thing without his permission.
Always such a good girl.
He increases the settings on the vibrator and watches with eager eyes as you come undone.
He can’t get enough of the way you cum.
He doesn’t lower the settings to ease you down from your high. Instead, he watches as your ecstasy becomes overwhelming, turning into overstimulation until you’re shaking and moaning incoherently.
How he loves ruining his little pet~
It’s only when you’ve cum a second time that he finally flicks the toy off.
You’re flushed and panting, still quivering, your pretty tits rising and falling with every shaky breath.
He’s so, so hard. It’s almost painful. All he wants is to bend you in half and breed you full of cum.
Which is just what he’ll do.
“Pet. Here.”
He hisses the command, making it known that he wants it right now.
And, of course, you listen to him without hesitation.
He’ll be sure to mark you plenty when he fucks you. Everyone needs to know who you belong to.
His good little pet~
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