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deadghosy · 1 month
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WHAT ABOUT HAZBIN HOTEL X EYELESS JACK READER ?!
Hungry for some kidneys 😋🏃‍♀️
STOPPP CAUSE I HAD A CRUSH ON HIM- WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME BRO😭 I THOUGHT THIS MAN WAS SOOOO FINE🦆💗 which he still is 🤭😘
HAZBIN HOTEL X EYELESS JACK! READER
prompt: an eyeless man gets dared to go inside of a cartoon for some free “food”
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Ben had dared you to go inside of this cartoon show that was becoming popular. You said hell no of course….but then he said the impossible…
“Would you either go in the cartoon for kidneys or listen to me tell you the whole script of the new movie.” Ben says with a knowing smirk at which one you would chose.
Never in your life have you jumped into a tv before so quick. But here you are as you stand in the middle of a red twin with dead bodies around. So you smile behind your blue mask and got to work.
You were so busy kidney hunting, you didn’t notice a tall red figure behind you smiling intrigued at how you were only looking for kidneys with your scalpel. You felt skinny hands touch your shoulders as you immediately tried to stab the hand quickly. But it was a wrong move because you got pushed by some green magic.
“Quick reflexes. Amazing my friend! You would do good for this hotel im helping” the man said as you stared at him. Before you could protest you got transported to a damn hotel.
NOW ENOUGH STORY MODE TYPE SHIT! NOW FOR THE FUN🔥
I imagine Angel one time seeing you use your tongues to eat a kidney that was in disguise and Angel had so many dirty jokes for you.
“Omg, I bet you’re a woman pleaser aren’t you?” Angel says suggestively as you just raise a brow at him not knowing what he is saying.
Charlie would try to get you to wear brighter colors, but you literally deny it as if you are still stuck in your emo phase making Charlie get war flashbacks to her own emo phase.
Imagine taking your bluemask off and scaring sir Pentious into thinking you are a ghost to steal his eyes😭 so evil but so funny.
I can see husk literally side eyeing you as you just eating. Like he is just so confused how you don’t bite on none of your other tongues.
I know some people draw ej with black fingernails, but what if Angel had painted them for you instead 💗
Imagine a cartoony moment where Angel is like “ah shit I lost my wallet..” and STARTS TO LOOK FOR IT IN YOUR EYES 😭 straight up digging his hands in ya eyeless holes to look for it and he actually did find it with a smile saying “ah Hah found it!”
Legit Angel will remind you of Ben as Angel will shove his phone in your face saying some dumb shit like. “Do you see it? Do you see it ? Do you see it?” As he has a stupid smirk on his face. You snapped grabbing Angel by his throat as the crew tried to pull you off of Angel as he struggles to breathe. “It was worth it…”
I headcannon EJ! Reader and Alastor being compatible friends because they both eat from human meat. But both different as EJ! Reader just eats the kidneys as Alastor eats the whole things
NAH IMAGINE KID EJ!READER GETTING THE LEFTOVER KIDNEYS FROM PARENT! ALASTOR’S PLATE😭💗💗 (so damn cute)
“No no, you use the little fork and the knife to cut it.” “….I literally eat with my hands.”
Just two hungry boys staring at each other while discussing flavors to make out of people.
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The egg boiz likes to bring you dead sinners as you had promised them to read them bed time stories for kidneys..I mean a fair trade is a fair trade. 🦆
Idk but for me it makes sense for EJ! Reader to bite someone’s hand while sleeping cause in the fanon! slender house they are use to pranks being pulled off so many times.
Literally husk was trying to wake you up cause it was your duty to do the bar tendering and you ALMOST bit his whole hand off if it wasn’t for Husk’s scream.
I can see Lucifer trying to show you his ducks because he found how amusing how quiet and blunt you are as he practically shoved a duck in your face forgetting you don’t have eyes.
“Do you see how cute and amazing this is?! It’s a duck that can do the splits while shooting fire!” “I see.” *awkward silence* “I’m so sorry-” “sorry for what.”
I can see how your dynamic with Lucifer is like “I think I forgot something x I have it in my hand..”
Charlie once had you in red as you actually just stood there while she took photos of you. It was like you were ready for the first day of school as Charlie squealed happy to see her new staff wearing red.
“SMILEE!” Charlie say excited as you just stand there trying to smile but it came out strained showing all of your sharp teeth. “Yeah don’t ever smile again.” Angel said in the background as you jumped at him like foxy in fnaf 2 😭
I imagine you just standing there as Alastor puts his arm on your shoulder like an arm rest. Literally you are “😐 what?” face as Alastor is obviously “😄 what a lovely day!”
I can see you and niffty just playing random games during break time as husk just cleans glasses at the bar. It’s a relaxing sight for once without you trying to get someone’s kidney.
I imagine you and Adam having so much beef as he is annoying asf to you.
“Why are you eyeless? So you can’t see how ugly you are?” “No, so I can’t see how fat you basically are so it won’t affect me.”
THE WAY YOU GAGGED HIM- 😭🤭‼️
I can see the Vee’s trying to get you on their side but you would probably just flip them off as you eat a kidney.
I can imagine Vaggie trying to find out why there is black goo on the hotel stairs to find you are crying since Charlie banned you to scalpel anyone’s kidneys.
Vaggie and Charlie give you the angel dust treatment and try to find any scalpels you have in your room
I can see after the battle of the heaven and hell, you would just stand there like “🧍🏾what the fuck just happened..” as you try to scalpel a few angels only for vaggie to pull your blue hoodie away from one.
When Lucifer first met you, he thought you was a teen demon who just got hired. He wasn’t wrong for the hired part, when you first spoke that man thought he heard god himself as his eyes were wide at you.
I can headcannon Alastor bringing a sinner to your door with a note that say, “eat well <3” and you just stand there like….. “did I just get adopted by a cannibal..” you said picking up the unconscious sinner and grabbing a scalpel.
NAH CAUSE I USE TO BE FERAL FOR THIS MANNNN😨😭😭💗💗 HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE!🦆‼️
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sister-lucifer · 10 months
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The Things That Find You 
Laughing Jack x Male Reader 
Genre: Smut 
Summary: Reader finds an antique Jack-In-The-Box at a yard sale, unaware that by purchasing it they would also be taking home an unwanted guest. 
Content/Warnings: Dubcon elements, horror elements, LJ being a stalker creep (so some non con voyeurism), LJ is just fucking weird in this one, clown fucking shenanigans, big stripey clown dick and also long stripey clown tongue, comically large clown penis, LJ eats ass, LJ is massive so big size difference, tummy bulge, that dick should NOT be able to fit in you but it’s my story i can bend the laws of anatomy however i wish, LJ is very mean in this one and doesn’t really care if he hurts you, some degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is kind of a slut boy (same), there’s a lot of build up but please it’s worth it i prommy (but also feel free to skip to the porn that’s totally fair)
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A/N: Jack is british just fyi so if you’re like me and you read with accents there you go!
The antique jack-in-the-box was certainly an odd find at a garage sale, but there was no denying that it caught your eye the moment you saw it. It was incredibly ornate, clearly hand painted in all black and white and decorated with balloons and candy, not to mention it was preserved wonderfully for a piece that had, presumably, been stored in an attic for who knows how long. You could run your fingers over the edges and feel every detail of the tediously carved borders. You carefully turned the wooden box over in your hands, looking over the large, carefully painted words on the front:
“Laughing Jack In The Box!”, surrounded by all sorts of patterns and shapes.
Your face immediately lit up. Everything about this box screamed one of a kind. You could already see it sitting on your collectors shelf, safe behind the glass for you to keep and observe. You absolutely had to have it. 
“Excuse me miss?” You called, looking around for the old woman who was running the garage sale. She got up from her lawn chair and made her way over about as fast as you’d expect from one as antique as some of the items currently being sold. 
“Could you tell me about this jack-in-the-box?” You asked, trying to hide your elation. 
“Oh, this old thing…” She began, looking at you over her comically oversized glasses. “It belonged to my great, great grandfather, Isaac, and was handmade by his father. It was given to me as a young girl, and I was keeping it in the hopes I could pass it on to my own children.” 
You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at the comment, but it seems the woman had no qualms about selling it. 
“Well, it may please you to know that I’m an antique collector,” You explained in an effort to reassure her. “This is a beautiful piece. If you’ll sell it to me, I can promise you it’ll be safe on my shelf.” 
“Oh, I have no worries about that. No one would pick this old thing up unless they knew what they were buying. So, what’s your offer young man?” 
You thought for a few moments, weighing the box in your hands. You didn’t want to completely rip her off, but a one of a kind antique like this could go for thousands in the right place, and you weren’t looking to break the bank for this thing. Besides, who else would possibly buy it if you didn’t? 
You pulled your wallet out and flipped through it, debating with yourself. 
“How about…a clean fifty?” 
And with that, a deal was made. Before you knew it you were proudly walking back to your car with the box tucked under your arm. You placed it carefully in the front passenger seat where you could watch over it, glancing back one last time to the now empty place on the table where the box once sat before driving away. 
Immediately upon getting home you rushed to your room and swung open your shelf, eyes scanning over every row as you tried to find the best place for your newest treasure. It took a bit of rearranging to keep the shelf organized to your liking, but eventually you were able to place the box neatly right in the middle. You carefully closed the glass door and took a few steps back to admire your work. It was absolute perfection, and you couldn’t stop yourself from happily clapping your hands together. You deserved to applaud yourself a bit, after all. 
You flopped down on your bed and grabbed your phone, eager to share your find with anyone who would listen, giddy with excitement. You really couldn’t believe how lucky you were! No one else would ever lay hands on a jack-in-the-box like this one, and now it was all yours. 
As the hours of the afternoon dissolved into the night, you found yourself peeking into your room just about every time you walked past. You smiled wide whenever you saw the pristine box sitting on your shelf. It was especially beautiful when the sun hit it just right and made it shine. Your chest was still swelling with pride even as you climbed into bed for the night, able to peacefully fall asleep knowing that you’d filled another spot on your shelf today. 
Unbeknownst to you, you had just given up the privilege of peaceful sleep. 
That night you had one of the worst, most vivid nightmares you could remember. 
You were standing in your room late at night, and everything seemed deathly silent, as if all the birds and insects that would normally be chirping outside had up and died off. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked around in confusion. You tried to turn on your lamp, but it wouldn’t come on. Trying the light switch yielded the same distressing result. You moved to open the door, but the moment you reached out for the knob it disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place. When you turned back, your bedroom window was gone too. Both of your escape routes had dissolved into thin air without so much as a sound. 
The hair on the back of your neck stood up as your eyes slowly wandered to the jack-in-the-box. It was the only object left on your now open collectors shelf, but it seemed to take up so much more space than before. It had captured your gaze in an iron grip, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t look away. A terrible feeling began to bubble in the pit of your stomach, becoming heavier and heavier until you felt as though you may collapse from the weight, but nothing was happening. Something about the box itself felt so…malicious, so threatening, but it was simply sitting dormant on your shelf. 
What were you so scared of? 
That was the question replaying in your mind when you woke with a start, nearly falling out of your bed in your disoriented state. You shot straight up as you fought to catch your breath, taking a look around just to make sure your window and door were still there. Fortunately, they were. It really was just a nightmare. 
A wave of relief washed over you as you slowly laid back down. You took an extra minute to catch your breath, silently scolding yourself for being so easily scared. You turned your head to look out the window, now noticing the very first little shreds of the dawn coming up over the horizon. 
However, you noticed something else as well. Something that set off just a bit of unease in you. 
The glass door of your shelf was open. 
Not wide open, or broken, just slightly cracked as if it hadn’t been closed all the way and was now just barely ajar. You could’ve sworn you shut it all the way, you could even remember hearing the little click.
But we all make mistakes, don’t we?
That seemed enough of an explanation to calm you as you slipped out of bed to close the shelf once more. This time you double checked, just to be sure. When you were satisfied you went back to bed, finding sleep rather easily and this time without incident. 
When you awoke some hours later you couldn’t help but question which parts of the night were a dream and which were reality. The memories of when you had woken up the first time were hazy, not to mention you were still shaken up from the nightmare. You tried to push it out of your mind, though, when you found your shelf securely closed and seemingly untouched. That was really all that mattered. 
It seems you had the green light to go about your day as usual. 
First thing’s first: you need to change out of your nightclothes. The stained band tee and baggy sweats would not cut it for running errands. You decided on something that would be comfortable for the day, but still made you feel confident and happy with yourself. 
As you undressed you couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate yourself in the mirror, standing there in just your boxer briefs. You ran a hand over your sides, turning around halfway as you admired your own figure. It was a silly habit to have, really, but what was it hurting? After all, you were one handsome man. You deserved to be seen. 
You weren’t the only one who thought this, and you certainly weren’t the only one who enjoyed admiring you. 
Completely hidden out of your view, just how he liked, two achromatic pinwheel eyes spun manically behind the shadows of the jack-in-the-box. He only had to lift the box just slightly, so little that you would never notice, and even if you did you would likely brush it off as your imagination. Jack was skilled like that, able to slowly lure his victims into madness in such a way that they wouldn’t notice until it was too late. 
You, though, had caught his attention in a slightly different manner. 
You had piqued his interest the moment you picked up his box, handling it with a curious yet careful manner. For generations he had been packed away in dusty attics and grimy basements and long forgotten storage units, completely disgraced by the family line that was supposed to cherish him. But you had plucked him from that miserable cycle, dusted him off, and placed him carefully on your shelf in a secure little spot where you could see each other every day. 
This was certainly unusual behavior. 
That ache of contempt that he felt for nearly everyone else somehow had yet to creep in. On some level, Jack was just as curious about you has you had been about him, and now he was safe behind the glass to keep and observe you as he saw fit. Human bodies in particular had always been an odd interest of his seeing as they looked so different from his own. Seeing you flaunt yours so proudly with no one else around was honestly a bit amusing. 
He watched silently as you slipped on your day clothes, turning around a couple more times in the mirror and adjusting your outfit a bit before finally deciding you were happy. He didn’t slip back down into his box until he heard your car pulling out of the driveway. 
He sat there with himself for some few hours while you were gone. He had lost any sense of time at this point, used to spending his days alone in his box. Although, this time, there was one reoccurring theme that all his thoughts seemed to circle back to: 
You. 
What made exactly you so interesting, hm? He could venture a vague guess, but something was just…different. His affinity for humans had long since waned to nothing nearly two centuries ago, and yet a small part of it was beginning to stir in him once more. 
It seemed this would require further observation, which was certainly no issue to him. 
You, on the other hand, were blissfully unaware that you were currently sharing your humble abode. There were a few times when the events of the earlier night managed to worm its way back into your mind, but you always managed to push it away. You were simply being silly, that was all. It was a random occurrence with absolutely no significance. 
Yeah, sure, that made enough sense. 
By the time you were unlocking your front door, you had been lucky enough to truly forget about your nightmare. It seemed that you had finally calmed yourself and managed to stay grounded. 
At least you had until you stepped through the door. 
The second you had both feet in the doorway, the nightmare came rushing back in vivid flashes. It felt like your grocery bags were filled with cement, your limbs suddenly going weak. Your entire body had gone stiff, paralyzed with an indescribable sense of anxiety, the feeling that something was terribly, deeply wrong in your home. 
You swept through the whole house and found not a single thing out of place, though every time you turned a corner you were sure you’d see something you didn’t want to.
No smashed in windows, no kicked in doors, nothing taken or broken, no other sign of an intruder. Nothing that would indicate anything out of the ordinary.
Then why was your stomach churning with the same heavy dread you’d felt in the nightmare? 
You wracked your brain as you tried to figure out what could possibly be making you feel so uneasy in your own home, but nothing came to mind. Even as you put away your groceries you were mumbling and muttering to yourself, attempting to fetch any semblance of an explanation. 
Nothing. 
Absolutely nothing. 
Jack was more than happy to watch you spin yourself into a tizzy over his little tricks. He giggled to himself when you paced back and forth where he could see you outside the doorway of your room, proud to see he hadn’t lost his mischievous touch. 
You felt absolutely exhausted by the time you were trudging your way to your room, the subtle thrum of an oncoming headache already threatening to floor you for the rest of the day. You were so drained, in fact, that you had to do a double take to realize that your collector’s shelf had been completely opened. 
Not just creaked open like last time, completely opened. If it had been pushed any farther, the hinges would’ve snapped. 
You stared in disbelief, mouth hanging half open. You couldn’t even will yourself to move. It felt someone had just lit a match to the pile of questions that had been accumulating in the back of your mind. As if on autopilot, you walked over numbly and shut the glass door of the shelf. This time, you triple checked that it was shut. 
Of course, this time you weren’t satisfied with that. 
The first thing you did once you had thrown on sweats and laid down was go to order a lock for the shelf online. You even paid extra to make sure it would be delivered the next day. After all, the last thing you needed was one of your prized possessions falling out and breaking. 
Yes, that was the very normal, rational reason why you needed a lock. 
You sighed with exhaustion as you struggled to get comfortable in your bed, figuring maybe a nap would help you recharge a bit. By some miracle you actually managed to fall asleep, and by another you slept peacefully for a full hour uninterrupted. 
Damn, you needed that. You actually felt better when you woke up, stretching and cracking your back a few times before getting up. 
Suddenly your fearful reaction earlier seemed so silly! Why were you so upset anyways? Because of a bad dream and a dingy old shelf? How stupid. Really, you were lucky you lived alone. If anyone had seen you like that they’d think you were crazy, irrational, completely out of your—
The shelf is open again. 
The fucking shelf is open again, and the box has moved an entire shelf down on its own. 
The box has moved on its own. 
You were suddenly feeling light headed. 
You sat back down on your bed, your head already beginning to ache once more. You were dizzy, confused, struggling to find your bearings in reality. You held your head in your hands as you tried to take a breather. Part of you hoped that if you simply looked away then back up, maybe the problem would fix itself.
No such luck. 
You groaned with frustration, practically stomping over to your shelf. You moved the box back to its original place in a quick and jumpy manner, as if it was burning hot and it would hurt to hold onto it for too long. This time you quadruple checked that it had been closed properly, and even threw a blanket over the shelf to cover it. 
It wasn’t a fix, but it could at least give you some semblance of security. 
“Stupid broken thing…” You muttered to yourself, speed walking out of your room to head to the kitchen where hopefully a snack could distract you. 
Jack was giddy with excitement, unable to stop himself from snickering with smug self-satisfaction. It had been so long since he had someone to play with, and you were so fun to scare it almost felt too easy. 
He would have to play his next cards perfectly, though, if he wanted to keep this up. 
He didn’t mess with you at all the rest of the day, even when he really, really wanted to. You peaked into your room every time you walked by, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw the shelf was exactly as you’d left it every time. 
Maybe, you thought for the umpteenth time, you really were just being irrational. You didn’t even have another nightmare that night, and when you awoke the shelf was still closed with the blanket untouched on top of it. 
When the lock came in that day you wondered for a bit if you really needed it, but ultimately decided it was better to be over-prepared than under. You could finally remove the blanket cover on the shelf, feeling much better now that you could properly shut and lock it. You stored the key away in the drawer of your nightstand where you knew it would be safe. 
For you, it seemed like everything was finally back to normal again. 
For Jack, this was the perfect opportunity to increase his antics tenfold. He was becoming more and more impatient, wanting to badly to properly greet you, and with each scare he only felt himself grow stronger. He was feeding on your anguish, allowing it to fuel him until eventually he would be ready to come out and play. 
For the next few weeks, Jack made you sure you found absolutely no peace. He was relentless and cruel, even by his standards. He broke your stupid little lock, and the two others you ordered after that. He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d made you shut the glass door to the shelf again. Whenever you tried to cover him with the blanket, he let you know he was particularly upset with you by not only swinging the shelf door wide open, but moving his box right to your bedside table. That way, he got to see your terror up close when you jolted awake, nearly tripping over yourself to get away when you saw the box a mere couple of feet from your face. He made the house creak and jump every time you got a moment of quiet. Hell, he was petty enough to mess with the thermostat when you were out, meaning you got to return home to a freezing cold or blistering heat that was surely running up your bill. Speaking of running up your bills, it wasn’t unusual for Jack to leave the water running either. 
The thing that got to you the most, though, was the incessant nightmares.
God, they never stopped. 
They were almost all the same: 
You’d be trapped somewhere familiar, like your room or a store you’d been at that day. You’d be completely alone and no lights would work, and when you tried to leave all the doors and windows would disappear. And every time, every goddamn time, that jack-in-the-box would be sitting there to greet you when you turned around. That was by far the worst part. Just looking at it would make you weak and nauseous, but you always woke up just before you’d collapse. Whenever you awoke from your nightmares you tried to take comfort in the sunrise beginning to slowly come up over the horizon, but deep down you knew the daylight could no longer save you. 
Each day you woke up more exhausted than the last, too tired to go anywhere but not able to stand being in your house with whatever entity was making your life hell. 
On the contrary, Jack was merely becoming more and more energetic every day. He hadn’t felt this eager in a long, long time. He was even feeling a bit bold, working up the courage once or twice to open the shelf while you were in the room. That scared you the most, making you jump with fear and scramble out of the room as fast as you could. 
He knew you didn’t really have anywhere else to go. You could leave for the day, sure, but sooner or later you’d have to come back home. The stars must’ve aligned for him to find you, the perfect little plaything that could never really escape and gave him endless entertainment. You were certainly a funny one. 
Although, there were times he enjoyed simply watching you just as much as tormenting you. 
Countless times he’d find himself occupied with quietly observing you as if you were a completely foreign creature. He’d peak out of his box to watch you toss and turn at night, to watch you dress in the morning, and he even got to see you walk back from your showers a few times. You looked so soft, even from this far away, with so many places for him to grab and squeeze and wrap his massive claws around. 
It was shameful, really. Or it should’ve been at least. Jack didn’t know the meaning of the word. All he knew was that the urge to reach out and grab you in his claws was growing stronger, and fast. His already minimal patience was beginning to thin, and he knew that soon it would run out completely. Watching you from afar wouldn’t be enough. 
But that was okay. 
He was finally ready to properly greet you, and he knew exactly how he’d do it. 
That night you experienced one of the usual terrors, but this time you couldn’t recognize the room. It looked to be the bedroom of a victorian mansion with tall wooden walls decorated with dusty paintings that seemed to go up forever, closing you in on all sides. A child’s toys were scattered around the room, and the blankets on the bed had been tussled and pushed around. It was clear someone had been living here, but who? And why were you in a room you had never seen before? 
And why, God— 
Why was that jack-in-the-box still sitting on the shelf? And why was the crank turning on its own, playing the quiet, foreboding tune of “Pop Goes The Weasel?” 
The feeling of dread that filled you was nothing new, but what you didn’t expect was to see the box slowly open as the crank continued to turn.
The movement wasn’t sudden, but it was absolutely shocking, so much so that you fell back onto your hands. You tried to scoot backwards, to somehow get away, but you couldn’t move. All you could do was watch as the lid of the box clicked into its open place, and a dark shape began to emerge. 
It took a moment for you to figure out what you were looking at. The shape had sharp edges and moved slowly, in a controlled manner. It wrapped around the edge of the box and tapped against it. 
It was a hand. 
A massive hand with pitch black claws, each nearly as large as your palm, much too big to belong to something that should’ve been able to fit in that box. 
A second clawed hand reached up, grabbing onto the opposite side of the box. They looked to be pulling up the rest of the body. 
You watched, mouth agape in silent horror as the claws were followed by long striped sleeves, then a head and face covered by long black hair that fell past broad shoulders, until eventually the entire body had dragged itself out of the box. The creature sat there limply with its limbs bent unnaturally as if its own body was too heavy for it to move. There was one thing about it, though, that made your blood run cold: 
Above a sharp toothed smile that was stretched impossibly wide were two achromatic pinwheel eyes, spinning manically behind a curtain of dark hair. They pierced your soul with their stare, almost seeming to glow in the dark.
There was a split second where you knew you were about to wake up, but the sight before you when you forced your eyes open was so similar to your nightmare that you weren’t sure it had worked. 
That…thing from your dream was hovering over you. 
Its visage was completely clear to you now, hair falling around its face and on either side of your head as it peered down at you. A single glance towards its body showed it was even bigger up close, easily twice your size. It resembled some sort of clown, in line with the theme of the jack-in-the-box, but nothing about it seemed comforting or humorous. 
Your first instinct was to thrash, but you couldn’t move. The clown had pinned your arms down with its massive claws, not even flinching when you tried to fight it off. It took no effort to hold you down. 
Its razor-toothed mouth began to crack open, and for a second you expected it to lunge forward and end it all with one fatal snap of its jaws. 
But that didn’t happen.
No, instead… 
It laughed.
The laugh itself didn’t even sound malicious or evil. In any other context it could easily be mistaken as an innocent giggle, a sound you might make when you saw something particularly cute. 
That was what you were to Jack: 
Cute. 
But not in the way you’d think. 
You were cute in the way a helpless, injured animal is cute. 
Cute in the way that something you could hold in the palm of your hand is cute. 
Cute in the way that something you knew you had complete control over is cute. 
Cute in a pathetic, pitiful way that Jack loved. 
He had waited so long to have his fun with you, he was trembling with excitement. 
“Oooh, there you are!” Jack spoke in a lighthearted tone, drawing out his words in a playful manner. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to sound like, but it definitely wasn’t that. You couldn’t decide if his oddly happy demeanor and sing-song tone with the cartoonish lilt of his accent was more or less frightening than the classic demonic voice of a supernatural killer.
Suddenly something uncomfortably wet slid from your shoulder to your cheek, and it wasn’t until he pulled back that you realized it was his tongue. 
It was impossibly long and had the same striped pattern as his sleeves, moving in a much too articulated manner, as if it was another limb. You watched with wide eyes at it slowly retracted back into his mouth with a sickening wet sound. You could imagine it coiled up in there like a snake; after all, that was the only feasible way it should’ve been able to fit back in his mouth. 
“You taste even better than I imagined…” The clown continued, taking no notice of (or at least not caring about) your discomfort. “You’ve been teasing ol’ Jack, haven’t you?” 
“J…Jack?” You echoed in a whisper. You could hardly hear your own meek voice. 
He only chuckled in response, taking great delight in hearing you say his name. 
One of his hands released your arm, though you didn’t dare move either way. It slowly slid its way under your oversized nightshirt, pushing it above your chest and exposing your entire midriff. Both of his hands ran along your sides slowly, two claw-tipped thumbs barely scraping over your skin. Just a bit more pressure could’ve drawn blood, and it wouldn’t even take much effort on Jack’s part. 
You tried not to move, to not even breathe, terrified that one wrong move would get you torn to shreds. You could imagine one razor sharp talon digging into your chest and dragging to your stomach, slicing you open in a mess of gore and intestines and oh, God—
You winced when Jack’s tongue unfurled once more, this time running from your navel all the way to your chest. It left a cold trail of saliva that made you shiver. You had to turn your head away, unable to look at Jack any longer, only to yelp in pain when you felt the sharp sting of a bite.
When you looked down again you were greeted with Jack’s smug grin. 
“Pay attention to me and I won’t have to do that again.” He ordered, unblinking stare piercing through you. The tone of the demand was almost whiny, like he would throw a tantrum if he didn’t get his way.
“Wh…What the hell do you want?” You choked out. 
Jack didn’t answer. It would be more fun to watch you figure it out on your own. 
He adjusted you in his hold, allowing him to sit up as he moved to grasp your thighs. It was then you realized you’d neglected to put on any actual pants before bed, your lower half clad only in your boxer briefs which were doing very little to keep you modest, especially as Jack lifted your clothed bulge closer to his eager mouth. 
“W-Wait—!”
But your plea came a moment too late, and any other attempt at words died in your throat when you felt Jack’s tongue run over your cock through your boxers. 
“Shit—! Jesus Christ…” You huffed, “What the fuck…are you doing…?” 
You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and watched helplessly as Jack’s tongue ran over you once more, making you tense as you felt your cock twitch. Damn, that felt good…
You really shouldn’t have been enjoying this. Especially not this much. You expected to be much more disgusted, and yet you weren’t. In fact, there was a little voice in the back of your head that was eager to take much more. 
But what choice did you have, really? 
Jack certainly had no intention of stopping, and you certainly weren’t going anywhere. Besides, for all you knew you’d wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a shameful wet dream.
You tried to relax a bit in his grip, which proved difficult when he was staring at you like he wanted to eat you alive. 
Before you could blink Jack had suddenly flipped you onto your stomach, making quick work of your boxers with one swipe of his claws. The sound of ripping fabric caught you off guard, and everything happened so fast you weren’t sure what had happened until you felt Jack’s tongue run over the bare back of your thighs. 
“Oh my God—!” You cried out, barely managing to muffle yourself with a pillow. You held it tight against your face, and even had to bite down on it in an attempt to stop yourself from screaming when Jack slipped his tongue inside of you.
It felt even longer than it looked, squirming inside of you and leaving absolutely no spot untouched. Every time you thought he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, he somehow did, filling you with his tongue until you couldn’t fit anymore. A shame, really; he had lots more to offer, but he couldn’t expect much from such a little human. 
His hands were easily large enough to grasp your waist and hold you against his mouth. You had no way of knowing, but Jack was more than aware of his own strength, even taking care to make sure he didn’t pierce you with his nails. You’d be much for fun alive, after all. Although, this didn’t mean he didn’t have a bit of fun scaring you, occasionally giving a rough squeeze just to feel you flinch. He was thoroughly invested in tasting every inch of you, but that didn’t mean he’d stop toying with you at every opportunity. 
Despite his hold on you, you couldn’t stop yourself from writhing desperately in his hands. You weren’t trying to fight him, but the sensation of his tongue wriggling around so deep inside of you was certainly an odd one. Your cock was already throbbing between your legs and dripping precum onto your sheets. There was a nagging urge to reach down and give your needy member some much needed attention, but you couldn’t force yourself to release your painful grip on your blanket. It was the only thing providing you any sort of purchase. 
Jack was making quite the show of eating you out as well, moaning and slurping in a rather dramatic manner. He certainly wasn’t afraid of being noisy, though he made sure to stay quiet enough to listen to your encouraging noises. You sounded so desperate and needy, he just couldn’t get enough. You became especially loud when he began to slowly move his tongue in and out. He could even feel you squeeze around it, and it made his cock ache as he imagined what it would feel like to finally be inside of you. 
You shuddered when Jack finally retracted his tongue, his saliva completely soaking your hole and beginning to run down your legs, leaving you now feeling thoroughly stretched but unpleasantly empty. He only let you rest as long as it took for him to close and wipe his mouth before he was manhandling you once more, this time flipping you into your previous position on your back. It happened so fast that just the impact of your head on the pillow made you dizzy. 
When you looked up again Jack had leaned back a bit, looking down at his hands as he unbuckled his suspenders and soon after his pants. You followed his gaze just in time to see his own massive length spring free from his trousers. 
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
It was bigger than anything you’d ever even imagined, and suddenly you felt embarrassingly inadequate. It too was striped, and shaped in such a way that you could easily tell it was a cock but definitely not a human one. He laid it over your stomach and you couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer size. It was thick and heavy too, throbbing eagerly against your skin. 
“W-Woah, wait, no way—“ You stuttered, attempting to crawl backwards and away from Jack. “That’s fucking giant, holy shit…You can’t— T-That won’t—“ 
“Shhhhh!” Jack interrupted as he roughly pulled you back to him, “Calm down, you whiny little thing. You’ll be fine.” 
You only whimpered in reply, watching with bated breath as he spread your legs wide to make room for his cock. He groaned with delight when his leaking tip brushed against your waiting hole.
“A-At least be careful…!” You pleaded in a last-ditch effort to earn yourself some mercy. 
“I make no promises.” Jack replied shortly, as if he was annoyed with your request. Maybe it was a bit cruel to be so careless, but surely you were being dramatic. Humans were meant to stretch, right? Surely you weren’t that fragile.
The noise that struggled out of your mouth when he forced himself into you was downright inhuman, followed by a string of curses and other equally nasty exclamations of the sort that could’ve barred you from getting you into heaven all on their own. Not that you were going either way at this point. 
When Jack had finally filled you as much as he could, only about two thirds of his cock had managed to disappear inside of you. That was still rather impressive, all things considered, and it’s not like he could complain. Your tight hole squeezed around him in all the right places. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You repeated under your breath as you tried to adjust to Jack’s size, a borderline impossible task. 
“Foul mouthed one, aren’t you?” He scolded, grabbing your chin roughly. “Behave, or I’ll have to wash your mouth out.” 
He seemed to find that hilarious, laughing to himself as if he’d never heard a funnier joke in his life. 
“You…fuckin’ freak…” You spat back at him half-heartedly. It was hard to sound angry when you were trying to catch your breath after being filled to your limit. Jack feigned a gasp of disbelief at your lackluster insult. 
“Naughty, naughty thing you are! Someone simply must teach you to behave!” 
He squeezed you in his grip, testing his hold one last time before he began to pull back. You thought he’d stop halfway or at least start slow, but you were left speechless as he pulled out nearly all the way, leaving just the tip still nestled inside of you. You grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to brace yourself for what was sure to be a brutal impact.
“Brutal” was an understatement.
Shit, it felt like he fucking impaled you. You choked on what would’ve been a shriek when he pushed into you again, nails digging into his shoulder so hard it would’ve drawn blood if he had any. You felt unbearably full as his cock bullied its way back inside of you until it was laying heavy in your stomach. 
Jack let out a shuddering moan that dissolved into a breathy laugh as he watched you struggle to keep it together. Your mouth hanging open in a silent scream and eyes going wide with panic was exactly what he wanted to see. 
“Aww, did that hurt?” He asked, and honestly the condescending tone stung a bit. You only glared in reply. 
He pulled back again, slamming into you with even more force than the first time. You could feel the bed swaying beneath you from the sheer strength. You could only hope he didn’t wind up breaking it after he broke you. 
Jack was never one to take things slow, and as soon as he had gotten the hang of his thrusts he set a brutal pace. Each movement made your head spin with the impact. You really weren’t built to take something so massive, you shouldn’t have been able to, but you were taking it despite your body’s protests. You didn’t want to look down, unable to even stand the thought of seeing his gigantic cock disappear inside of you. 
Desperate, animalistic noises spilled through your gritted teeth and out of your mouth. Each thrust hit deeper than the last and there were times you swore he was literally rearranging your guts. Of course you would eventually adjust to Jack’s size and strength, but that didn’t shake the fear that this encounter could land you in the hospital. This fear would fade as he continued though, the overwhelming fullness and ache soon melting into a pleasure like you’d never felt before. You grasped at anything you could, whether it be your sheets or Jack’s sleeves or hair, hopelessly clawing at anything you could get your shaky hands on. 
Jack’s tongue laid limp out of his mouth as he panted, shamelessly rutting into you like a toy. You were nothing but a rag doll in his clutches for him to hold and use to his black heart’s content, and then some. While you couldn’t bring yourself to look down, he was more than happy to watch his cock thrust in and out of you. The wet squelching sounds made by each little movement were like music to his ears. 
He knew he must’ve been hitting deep when he noticed the bulge he was making in your stomach. 
Oh, you simply had to see this! 
He grabbed your hair roughly and forced you to look down. 
“Ahah! Do you see that? Do you?” He asked eagerly. He took your choked noise as a ‘yes.’ 
“You’re so small, ahah…I wonder how deep I can go before you break in two!” 
He tugged on your hair once more, this time pulling it back to expose your neck. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he dragged his tongue slowly up your neck before pulling you into a messy kiss. It only took one second of your surprise to allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, and it quickly found its way down your throat. You were caught off guard and nearly choked, which only made Jack laugh against your lips. You could feel every little twitch or jerk it made as it explored your throat with no regard for your comfort. 
Jack didn’t pull away until he could tell you were struggling for air, retracting his tongue incredibly quickly. You were coughing and heaving to catch your breath, which he apparently found very amusing. It seemed to send him into a giggling fit every time he scared you half to death. 
Suddenly Jack came to an abrupt stop. You looked up at him in confusion, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was focused on something else. You felt yourself being jostled around as he shifted his position, sitting up on his knees and lifting you from the bed with one hand still around your waist and the other under your back. You were entirely supported by his hands now. 
What the hell is he thinking?!
You felt him retracting once more, but this time he wasn’t moving his hips. He was moving you. 
He showed no signs of struggle or even the slightest strain as he began to thrust into you again, your weight practically nothing to him. He was using you like a goddamn fleshlight, nothing more than a sleeve for his cock. 
And honestly…It wasn’t so bad. 
That seemed to be your breaking point, any sense of dignity you had before completely going out the window as you gave into him fully. If he was going to use you like a toy, you could at least put in the effort to be a good one. 
“F-Fuck! Ah—! Jack, m-more…!” You begged, and for a moment a look of surprise flashed across his face. The last thing he was expecting was to hear you pleading for him so shamelessly, but it was a welcome surprise. His signature grin returned quickly, stretching from one pointed ear to the other. 
“Oh, more he says?!” He replied, “More, more!  What happened to ‘wait, Jack!’ and ‘you can’t, Jack!’, huh? Sudden change of heart?” 
He was mocking your voice, degrading you so blatantly that he expected you to recoil at his nasty words, but instead you tightened around him. 
Oh…you liked that. 
He was more than happy to keep going. 
“What is it then, hm? Or have you already gone too stupid to answer me? Aha, you really do love this!” 
You nodded quickly in response, managing to push out a slurred reply that sounded vaguely like an agreement. 
“Fine then,” he conceded, “I can give you more…” 
And just when you thought he couldn’t possibly go any faster or shove in any deeper or make you cry out for him even more. 
He fucked you like his current life and the next depended on it, each thrust slamming the headboard into the wall so hard it left a mark. Your legs trembled as you began to get lost in the pleasure. It all felt like a blur, a wonderful blur only broken up by the realization that you were much closer to your orgasm than you realized.
“Jack, J-Jack—! I’m close, I…I’m…” You couldn’t even choke out a single sentence of warning. Jack was more than aware of what you were trying to tell him, but he was content to let you pathetically struggle for words. 
“Go on, why don’t you? If you need it so bad I won’t stop you.” 
His attempt at an impartial tone was greatly hindered by his obvious excitement, a result of how close he was to his own peak and how much he desired to see you cum. He wanted so badly to see you make a mess for him, to feel you spasm around him and know that he was the one who brought you to that. 
“Oh, please—!” You whined, “Please, please, please…” 
You had no idea what you were begging for. You didn’t have to, though, because it seems like your pleas worked anyways. Every muscle in your body tensed on instinct, your back arching up into Jack and one last high pitched cry managing to leave your throat as you came. The force of your orgasm hit you like a truck, more intense and prolonged than any other you’d had, helpfully hastened by Jack’s increasingly erratic thrusts. 
“Ahah, you squeezed so tight!” He gushed, “You feel so, so good…” 
Faster, faster, faster, he had to go faster. He was so close, so close. He had to fill you, he had to. He had to see his cum dripping out of you and to know that he’d filled you with all he had and you had to be filled. 
He went silent for a split second, and you knew what you were in for when his hips stuttered before going still, but you weren’t ready for the sheer amount of cum he pumped into you. He held you on his cock until he was completely done, continuing to make small ruts with his hips until he’d ridden out his orgasm to the end. There simply wasn’t room for it all inside of you, but even as it flowed out of you and down your legs and onto your sheets he continued to spill into you. You’d gone limp in his hands by the time he was done. 
You barely processed the feeling of being laid back down on your bed, but you definitely winced when Jack pulled out of you. Damn, you were already sore. Not to mention your forehead was drenched with a thick layer of sweat and your thighs were soaked with a multitude of bodily fluids that you were trying not to think about right now. 
You managed to crack an eye open when you heard Jack snickering. 
“Tired already? A shame. I had fun.” He said casually, as if the both of you had just returned from an outing and he hadn’t practically jumped you in your own home. Your only answer was an exhausted sigh. 
Jack cocked his head to the side as he stared down at you. Were you really so worn out already? He wasn’t tired at all! Then again, “tired” wasn’t really something he felt…
Humans are so strange. 
He laid down beside you and draped an arm over you. When he leaned in you expected him to lick you again, but instead he brought you into a kiss. An actual kiss, the first real gesture of affection he’d given you, even if it was rather brief. He pulled away to nestle his face into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his laughter against your skin. 
“You’re a funny one, do you know that? I hope I get to play with you a lot more…” 
Oh, fuck. 
He wasn’t leaving, was he?
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Hiya myth! Is it okay for me to request?
Because if it is, then can I request for a reader who is just a big ball of sunshine and a virgin?
You can put any creepy pastas and kinks c: That's all! Thank you :D
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Naga!Toby x Sunshine!Curious!Reader
(18+, Ovi, Overstimulation, Double pen, Dubcon, rimming, sex venom, breeding)
You stumbled over a branch, letting out a gasp as one sliced across your cheek. You let out a whine as you rubbed your cheek, fingertips coming back red. You pouted and slumped your shoulders, rolling your eyes as you shuffled back to your feet. Your lip twisted as you rooted through your bag, pulling out some antiseptic spray.
You tended your wound as best as you could, hissing as the liquid burned your wound. Luckily you didn't think it was that deep. Part of you was ready to give up, it had already been hours since you had set out on your exploration. But curiosity kept your feet moving, determined to see if the reports were real. Part of you knew it was stupid, for god's sake it was a report from almost 100 years ago.
But when you found it, you knew you had to find out. It was locked up in an old government building for a reason.
And that was that, you booked the flight and bought a boat. It had taken almost a year for you to get to the island, completely isolated and abandoned. It was thick with foliage, leaves almost triple your size. You pulled out a bottle of water, quickly downing the sweet liquid but careful to ration it. It didn't rain often but it was enough to not have to worry too much. The island was also ripe with fruits, it wasn't the best but it could keep you going as far as you needed.
You took in the sight for a moment as you mindlessly slipped your water bottle back into your bag, vibrant greens purples and reds filled your vision. It was breath taking, almost hard to believe somewhere existed on earth that was so beautiful.
You froze for a moment, focusing hard as you tried to listen closer to the sound. You let out a small breath as a smile spread wide across your features, quickly pulling the report out of your bag. It had been burnt but there was at least something to go on.
'Water ran red with blood
Everyone d'
There was water, and you could hear the sound of a very distant waterfall. It sounded really far away but hope overrode your brain and you hastily made your way towards it, batting leaves out of your way.
The sound got louder as you got closer, cementing that you were going in the right direction. You must've been speed walking for an hour before you finally had to stop, chest heaving as you practically dropped against a tree. Your mouth felt as dry as a bone in the desert, you practically ripped your bag open to get your water. Care going out the window as you chugged down the sweet liquid, you drank the entire bottle thanking the stars you at least had two more.
You popped the now empty bottle back into your bag, letting yourself breath as you stared up at the trees. You pulled out the report again, going to the page about its appearance.
'It had a long dark green patterned, scaled tail, it must have went on for at least four foot. It had long black spikes down its back and a ferocious human face permanently set in a scowl. It bleeds black as the night sky as it hisses and spits venom at those who dare get too close. It has already taken out five men
Gus torn in half beast gripped his ne
wont last much lo'
You read as best as you could around the burned edges, feeling bad for the poor creature. It probably just wanted to be alone, instead it was ganged up on and attacked. You knew there was a danger to what you were doing, it wouldn't trust humans. You knew that much. But you hoped coming alone and unarmed might make it see you wouldn't hurt it, you just needed to know more.
If what they had written was true and there really was a Naga out there, you had fixated on the being since you had first read about. Utterly hypnotised and hungry to learn more. A half snake half man, you almost shook in excitement. Surely if it wasn't entirely human then it wouldn't have a human life cycle? It was what you prayed for anyway.
Once you had finally relaxed into the tree you rose yourself back up, shaking out tense thighs and cracking your neck. "Let's go." You whispered to yourself, beginning your journey again.
Just as you felt you were going to drop dead, you finally saw it through the trees. A large pound and the waterfall that sounded like heavens trumpets. With a newfound energy you surged forward, ignoring the leaves and branches that scratched at your skin.
At this point all you could think about was the sweet water, all thoughts flung out of your mind as you raced towards the pond. You dropped to your knees as you cupped your palms and gulped up the water. It could be infected with something but at this point you didn't care, all that mattered was the cold liquid sliding down your throat as you guzzled it down.
You stretched forward, sliding your body into the water and letting out a groan of appreciation as the cool water sloshed against your skin. The heat on the island had gotten unbearable at this point and you finally relaxed as you felt the hot sticky sweat coating your body washed away.
You pushed your self up, shaking the water out of your hair as you finally took a look around. Eyes quickly drawn to the large green striped lump, eyes doubling as you scrambled up and ran over to it. You saw it laying passed out on the ground, you couldn't deny the fact your breath got sucked out of your lungs.
He was gorgeous, thick brown hair framing his pale face. Dark circles ringed his eyes and his chest was defined, his biceps thick. You had no doubt it could kill you in a heart beat, the thought alone excited you in a twisted way. You brushed the thoughts away, bending down and searching him for any obvious wounds. You found what looked like a tip of a spear stuck into his tail, mind thinking back to the report. From the angle it was, he wouldn't have been able to properly grip and pry it out himself.
You frowned, you didn't know it's anatomy. Just what humans guessed was it's anatomy. For all you knew you could tear a vein pulling it out, yet the thick yellow and black crust that had built up around it had your chances limited. It was clearly infected, it had to be removed.
You squatted down, hands grasping the spear tip as you pulled with all your might. His skin was thick and clung to it, but you finally got it, throwing it as far away as you could. Blood quickly ran from the wound and without a second thought you pulled your shirt off and used it to try and clot the wound. A sudden hiss and you dipped down just in time to miss venom that had been shot at you.
"I want to help!" You yelled out, keeping pressure on the wound. "Please don't move." He stilled, looking at you with an untrusting glare. Yet he made no move as you kept pushing down on his wound, his black blood soaking through your shirt and coating your hands.
"Why?" He hissed, baring his fangs at you in warning. "You didn't deserve what happened. I just. Want to know more about you." You hoped he was see the sincerity on your face, instead he spat again. At least he didn't aim for you. You tumbled back onto your ass as it rose up, towering over you and making you feel tiny.
You anxiously gazed up at him, fear sparking through your body. "Ssso you can tell other humanss where I am?" His voice bellowed and you swore it shook the entire forest. You threw your hands up, shaking them and your head. "No! I swear! I wont ever tell anyone." You gasped out as you slid back, his eyes glowing as his slit pupils constricted. His eyes searched your body. "You wont. You can't leave now." Your face dropped when he suddenly ripped you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.
"You would look ssssoo pretty full of my eggss." Your eyes bulged out as you choked. "Wh-what?" You shrieked out, panic swimming through your veins and stabbing you straight into the heart. "Theress no otherss like me. You will do." He chuckled as a long tongue suddenly ran up your neck, you let out a deep breath as you froze.
His abnormally long tongue ran over your neck, leaving saliva in its trail as it explored you. Whimpers left you when his tongue finally found your nipple, massaging the bud and smirking as you twitched in his grasp. He had no idea humans were so sensitive. He pulled you off of him, dropping you to the floor before quickly turning you around and shoving you face first into the ground.
You whined as he yanked off your shorts, clawed hands grasping your ass and spreading it apart. You dug your nails into the ground, yelping when you felt his tongue lick a stripe up your ass. "Wha-wha." You choked out, getting cut off when he dove his tongue into you. "A-Ah!" You whined out, back arching as his tongue dug deep inside of you rubbing the most sensitive parts of you.
You shook in his hold as he ate you out, his cheeks pressing against you as drool dripped down your ballsack. You sobbed as you rocked back, lost in the feeling of his tongue twisting inside of you. Your voice only got higher, his fingers leaving bruises on your ass as he gripped you tight, trying to keep you in place.
"Puh-please." You begged, entire body shaking. He slipped a finger into you, slurping obscenely around the digit. You came hard, you hadn't ever felt anything like this. You hadn't been touched by anyone before, and here a supposed mythical creature was tongue deep inside of you and you felt like you were floating away.
Despite already cuming you whined when he pulled his fingers and tongue out, a chuckle coming from him as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his hips. He pulled you close, mouthing your neck before biting down onto your flesh. You let out a groan at the pain, face scrunching up as your body began loosing up.
"What. Are you doing?" You questioned, voice lethargic. "You could never take me with out thiss." Instead of questioning him you rested your chin on top of his shoulder, almost passing out in his arms.
The feeling of something slimy rubbing against your hole had you moaning and pulling back, lidded eyes gazing at the naga. His hand wrapped around your neck, keeping your face in his view as he began sinking you down onto his cock. You whined desperately the further he pushed in, lungs sinking as you were stretched beyond your limit. Desperate begging falling from your lips as he bottomed out inside of you.
You looked down to see your stomach bulge with his cock, lips dropping and moaning at the sight of it. "You will do very good indeed." Toby thanked the god's for this, finally he had been provided a suitable mate to store his eggs inside of.
He easily bounced you on his cock, drinking in every moan that left your lips. Smirk coating his face as he watched his little mate writhe with pleasure all because of him. You were reduced to a moaning whining mess, crying in his arms as pleasure tore your very being apart.
You mindlessly rode him, head flung back as his hand around your neck kept you tethered to reality. You could barley take a breath, his cock hitting deep inside of you. You yelped when he slid two fingers into you, gasping at the burning stretch. "N-no. Too much." You rasped out. He chcukled. "it'ss okay. You can take it. I need to fertilisse my eggss." He grinned before he dove into your neck, sucking into your flesh.
"Aa-." You groaned out, voice wreaked. Once toby had worked four more fingers into you he pulled them out, laughing at the way you whined. "Don't worry. You'll be full sssooon." He drawled out, teeth gleaming in the now moonlight. You hadn't even noticed it hadn't gotten dark.
The feeling of another cock penetrating you threw all thoughts out of the window, breath and body freezing as you gaped at Toby. Choking as he slid his other appendage deep into you. He let out a loud groan. "F-fuck. Ssso goo-good." He groaned out, his self control leaving him as he began ramming into you. He punched the breath back into you and if you could be embarrassed you would, your voice was incredibly pitched and whiney.
You freely cried, moaning as you sobbed. Completely overwhelmed was how you felt as the Naga impaled you on not one but two cocks. You thrashed in his arms as your body shook, cum shooting out of your cock and coating both of your chests. Toby felt victorious, his mate clearly enjoyed their breeding. It made him ecstatic.
It wasn't long before you felt something push into you, before you knew it a few more somethings were shooting into you. You whined in confusion and slight fear, the idea of the naga actually inserting egg's in to you shaking you to your core. "You ca-can take it." You just whined pitifully, fully spent as your body spasmed around his cock.
You watched as your own stomach expanded, jaw dropping. You couldn't tell if you were horrified or excited. Before you could stop yourself you pressed your lips to his, whining into his mouth as his cum flooded inside of you. It felt almost unbearable.
He gently fucked you through it, stopping once he had finally given you all he could. "Ssso pretty. My pretty mate." He grinned while petting your hair, keeping his cocks buried deep inside of you so he didn't spill any of his precious eggs.
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Kinktober Day 25: Voyeurism
Through the Window - Jeff the Killer X GN!AMAB!Reader
Warnings: masturbation, peeping tom, stuff like that, oh mutual masturbation? kind of?
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His eyes stare at you through the window as he watches you unzip the seam of your pants. You've been horny all day. He knows it. He's been watching you as the lust builds deeper and deeper inside of you.
He grins as he peeks through your window, just the barest sliver allowing him private, exclusive viewing access to your body. He wondered if you'd be able to see him, leering at you like a predator. He slowly unbuckles his belt in time with you, his own bulge formed in his pants.
Jeff almost moans when he sees you palm your cock. How your fingers wrap around it and squeeze. He watches with glee as your eyes flutter to a close and your head tips back. It looks like you're just getting used to the feeling of holding yourself, all that energy pent up seems to melt away as you hold yourself.
He mirrors the action. He holds his thick cock and squeezes, pretending it's your mouth, or your ass, your hand, whatever. All he knows is that he wants you and craves you. He needs you more than he's ever needed something or someone.
His breath shuddered. The mere thought of your tight body wrapped around him sent shivers down his spine. He groaned softly but quickly hid it. Gods, he couldn't have you hear his pleasure. He timed his hand stroking his thick cock in time with you, imagining it was you wrapped around him. Precum beaded at the tip of his cock.
Jeff's breath hitched softly as he watched you reach your hand down to cup your balls. He could see that you were squeezing them, playing with them in your palms. He shakily reached his hand downwards into his pants and let his fingers glide over his own. He bit his lip as he gingerly squeezed, nearly lurching at how good it felt.
"Fuck," he quietly hissed to himself as a blush bloomed on his paper white cheeks. His precum was dripping down his cock, leaving little trails on his fingers as he held his cock. His gaze remained fixated on you. Your hands were moving quicker, and so too did his.
'Cum,' he thought. 'Cum, cum, cum-' he mentally urged you before you bucked your hips up and spurt thick ropes all over your stomach and chest.
Jeff allowed himself the pleasure too, aiming his cock towards your window. He couldn't hide his throaty groan as he painted it, still squeezing his balls and wishing he was emptying them into you. He basked in the afterglow as his legs shook, watching as you slowly started up again after a few minutes of rest. His intrigue only grew as he watched you rummage around in your drawers.
Oh? What was that?
His grin grew.
You'd choose a fucking toy over him?
Jeff shoved himself back into his pants and started to push open your window.
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creepypasta65 · 5 months
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how would Jeff react to his first kiss (from male reader)
Thanks for the request :)
Jeff Reaction to his first kiss from Male Reader:
Jeff doesn't know how to kiss, but he will kiss you back passionately.
He will be a bit surprised but overall enjoys it.
Jeff didn't expect to get a kiss from you since he thinks that everyone hates him and no one in the world would love him.
However, your kiss changes all his negative thoughts and gives him hope for love.
Once the kiss is broken: He will be flustered and blushing hard. He will avoid eye contact with you; he's just nervous.
Jeff will give you back while holding your chin.
It will lead to a make out.
He found his first time kissing you hot.
Have a nice day :)
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s3thwrit3sstuff · 7 months
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❝ just wanna be one of your toys, tonight❞
creepypasta x incubus!reader | drabble, how you meet, general dating headcanons | graphic descriptions of violence, descriptions of nsfw/smut | not proofread
warnings: yandere tendencies, unhealthy relationship habits but it's okay because everyone in this fic is unhinged, cannibalism with a sexual context, piquerism/knife kink, tentacles, teratophilia, pheromones used by r!, canon violence, LJ's section alludes to r! mutilating a p*de,Slenderman controls r!s food intake (?), guys this is kind of messed up pls
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Eyeless Jack | Jeff The Killer | Laughing Jack | Slenderman | Toby Rogers
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req: OMG. creepypasta fics. i love them. can you uhmmm. can you write headcanons for an incubus reader. with like eyeless jack, toby, masky and hoodie? ignore this if you dont do that sorta stuff im just jumping on a request train rn ghnjgjkejnjngf
authors note: unfortunately, I'm not super informed about the Marble Hornet boys so I did not include them ;'3 Also I did want to do the typical sexy incubi reader but then I didn't so enjoy demonic, somewhat feral, reader and his equally as fucked up lovers
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Eyeless Jack —
There was silence when you first laid your eyes on him. As you're both demons who preyed on humans, it was akin to throwing two hungry wolves into a fighting ring.
Your prey, emphasis on yours, had been yours for damn near a week. You've been sneaking into their dreams, draining them of slivers of their essence by bringing them to climax in their wildest dreams. They would grin brightly the first few times but as the week progressed, they began realizing how exhausted they felt and those sexy wet dreams suddenly felt more morbid than exciting.
So your lips curl as you hunch over their head and bare your mouth full of fangs. Your hiss sounds like nails on a chalkboard and your jaw unhinging more than humanely possible as your forked tongue drips with viscous liquid. Jack steps back, his scalpel glinting in the moonlight as he returns the hiss with a gravelly snarl.
Oh, people think of "Sex on Legs" of a man when they imagine an incubus. That's the aim of your pheromones and magic after all. Everyone's ideal of a masculine body is what you morph into. Muscular, fat, hairy, clean-shaven, short or tall; whatever their genitals desire is what you distort their brain into seeing.
Your true form was a whole other story. You were a demon. It didn't matter if you were once human or if you were born in Hell itself. You were different now.
"They are mine," Your lips twitch and curl with every syllable. Fingers digging deeper into the skull of your prey. You don't know this demon's name and you're unsure of how strong he truly is but you dig your heels into the ground.
Jack pauses. His growling ceases as he loosens and tightens his grip on his scalpel.
He's had his run-ins with others "like" him. Eldritch beings, proxies of eldritch beings, and such others. However, incubi was new for him. He half-expected a stout creature with leathery wings and horns like those illustrations in the yellow pages of demonology books.
"...What do you need from them?" He wants to bargain. He doesn't have to but he does anyway. Partly from curiosity and partly from his own hunger...for you.
He wonders what you taste like. Jack wouldn't admit it then but he licked his needle-sharp fangs at the thought of your flesh in his mouth and your blood flowing down his throat like the most decadent wine.
"Soul," you answer as a sickening crunch resounds through the room just as your index finger burrows deeper, "Their brain, need".
"Good, I don't need that." Jack points the sharp end of his scalpel to his stomach. "Here, everything I need is here," he then aims his weapon at you with a loose grip; "Share, yes?"
Your lips hide your fangs and you tilt your head, swaying your head as you try to weigh the options. Other demons could be rather tricky. Sharing wasn't in most of their vocabulary. However, this one was...different.
"Share, yes".
That is how the two of you met. His masked visage and the tar-like substance that escapes from his humanoid eye sockets intrigue you. You had watched him cut open your prey with medical precision so he could carefully remove the organ he craved.
"Name is...?" Jack's pointed ears twitch from beneath his hoodie. He turns his head towards yours and if he were human he might have flinched from the way your nose brushes the bump of his mask. But he isn't, so he doesn't.
"Jack. My name is Jack," he brings one leathery hand to rest upon your cheek. It stains your skin and Jack's thumb rests precariously close to your lower lash line. The silence is a prompt for you to continue and you whisper your name, chewing on your lower lip after which makes Jack scoff in mild amusement.
Your relationship initially begins due to Jack's desire. He craves you in such a visceral way he doesn't know what to do with it anymore. It pains him that he doesn't sleep because he is certain that the number of times he's unravelled at the thought of you should already beckon you into his brain. But Jack isn't a human.
He's a demon. So, he decides to use victims to lure you. He wasn't sure how to go on about it at first but after tilting his head down at the moaning woman writhing in her bed, whispering your name, he takes her to his home.
When you visit your prey's dreams it's plagued with images of the eyeless demon and once you manifest into thin air he wastes no time pinning you to the wall with his inhuman strength.
"Jack!" you snarl in alarm and he releases you, smiling. His blue mask was placed elsewhere, instead, he hid his eyes behind tattered bandages. His teeth were so sharp you felt yourself tense.
You become something akin to a pet. Jack learns how to keep you captive in his home, locked behind bars and ancient runes written in blood. Despite the lack of freedom, you couldn't say he doesn't spoil you.
He brings you his victims. Dazed from whatever supernatural effect he has and sore from his impromptu surgery. They always scramble in alarm, panicked and disorientated before they spot you.
Then, Jack relishes in your vicious lunges. Watches from the outside as you crush their skulls open to fill your stomach.
When he eventually makes you trust him enough (Stockholm Syndrome is one beautiful side effect) he brings you to hunts with him. You're the shadow that hangs upside down from the ceiling when his victims wake up and shake, paralyzed as Jack digs through their layers of skin, muscles and fat. Your grin is hauntingly ethereal and inhuman as you lean down to kiss their trembling lips.
Jack wonders if you smell his desire. You do. But it's normal. Your pheromones were meant to attract sexual partners after all but your gaze does linger on Jack the more the scent of charred earth burns whenever you're pressed to his back.
"Teasing me?" He would mutter. Silence would be his reply and all he'd feel is your supple skin brushing on his ashen grey skin, nosing insistently to his neck. "I know you can talk (Y/N)" his needle and thread continue threading through the patchwork of skin.
"Why won't you touch me?" that makes him freeze. Jack had thought about it. Every time he saw you kiss your victims, or rip them to shreds. You were fire dancing in the wind and Jack can't justify his need to own you but he doesn't care.
"Because if I touch you, I won't be able to stop"
"Who said I'd want you to stop?"
Jack tugs on the blood-soaked thread. It glints in the harsh lighting of his desk lamp, briefly looking like a sliver of light.
"I'll sink my teeth into you, tear you apart and consume you".
His head turns as you grab his chin. His bandages tugged away and you chuckled as you saw the ugly gored-out holes. He hasn't told you the whole story but you know what scars he did have were all human-made.
"You can take my flesh if you want, Jack".
The thread snaps.
Jack belatedly realises that since you were not human either, your resistance to pain was just as crazy as your regenerative abilities. He takes you in a way that feels genuinely primal. Two animals going at it, blood smeared along the floors and walls while claws and fangs puncture into flesh.
You two give sex a whole new meaning. Jack finishes inside of you as he laps up at the gash on your neck, groaning as his dexterous tongues (yes, tongues) feel your pulsing veins dancing on them. You encourage his ferocity with saccharine sweet calls of his name.
Sometimes, as silly as it sounds, you make him feel human again. He swears the shrivelled thing in his dusty ribcage beats thunderously whenever you dig your fingers into the back of his thighs.
You were a never-ending feast. A banquet he will never tire from. The cell he kept you in wasn't in use anymore but he swears if you ever even think of going away from his side he would keep you in there until the sun exploded.
There'll eventually be a balance in your relationship. Once you gain his trust, you might as well carve out his insides to nestle between his blackened bones and allow his tar-like blood to keep you warm. He'll do whatever it takes to ensure no one, human or non-human, will keep you apart.
He thinks it is absolutely healthy if you return the sentiment.
Jack doesn't stray from you. He is devoted. The type of person to ensure you're always full, from his essence or from others, he will provide whatever you need.
Close-promixity. He doesn't have to be touching you, just wants you near.
Will bite you. Hard. Not in a cute nibbling way. Legitimately bites you to sustain himself and thinks it's romantic that you're inside of him.
He is more human than you at times. He enjoys human comforts. The internet, a bed, a shower. He doesn't need it, you're both demons after all. But they're a luxury that he treasures.
If "others" wander into your territory, Jack's growls turn spine-chilling. A chittering, gravelly, snarl that heightens in volume as he curls his lips. He'll unmask, scalpel forgotten as veins bulge into the back of his hands and his footsteps suddenly get heavier. The one time someone had stumbled on you while you were feeding, you swore you saw wisps of black smoke smoulder from Jack's skin and the faint sound of fire crackling.
Miiight be the most protective one of the bunch.
You having sex with your prey does not bother Jack. Your sex with him is much more solidifying, oath-binding and skin-scarring. Besides, he knows you need actual souls to be sustained.
Jack's not sure how long he will be "alive" but if he's dying you're coming with him, (Y/N). He would burn the world down for you but death won't keep you apart.
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Jeffery Woods, Jeff the Killer —
"What. The. Fuck?" Jeff's damaged facial muscles could barely twitch or tug on his cheeks due to his insane self-mutilation, however, he manages to furrow his brows hard enough that he feels his cheekbones spasm as they attempt to frown.
The married couple he had been stalking laid dead on their mahogany bed and there was some sort of freak over them.
Your eyes were almost as wide as his as you slip three of your fingers into your bloody mouth, sucking them clean with an obscene sigh of satisfaction.
"Too...late," Jeff's "nose" burns as he surges forward. His boots track mud and water across the bedroom and your grin is maniacal as he unsheathes his hunting knife from his hip.
"You fucking bitch!"
Truth be told, you spotted Jeff during one of your nightly visits to the husband's dreams. His white outfit contrasts so sharply in the dark it almost seems haughty. A little "look at me"-sy if you could put it into words.
Jeff brandishes his hunting knife and you twist out of the way to instead latch onto the ceiling. His bloodshot eyes earn a pleasant shiver that spreads warmth to the thing between your crotch.
He was goddamn grotesque. Skin leathery, eyes so painfully dry and irritated it rimmed red and that cut-up smile? His yellow teeth and red gums are splashes of colour since they're no longer hidden by his cheeks. His jet-black hair whips furiously against his face as one hand reaches up to grab your ankle.
Your yell is more of a screech and Jeff wrestles you on the body of the wife. Her bones and nipple piercings dig into your back as Jeff digs his knife into your shoulder.
"They were fucking mine! You goddamn cunt! Stupid little bitch!" he's more robust than a regular human. Then again, a regular human would've died from his "cosmetic" surgeries a while ago.
You can still his heartbeat in his chest though. Slow but there.
He pulls the knife out and you exclaim once he stabs you once again. The toothy edge of the blade was meant to inflict pain every time he pulled out and Jeff's cheeks lifted into a gleeful expression as he watched you writhe in pain.
But then.
"Mom?" Jeff locks up. You turn your head to the shadow under the door but Jeff puts the knife to your eye and your snarling lowers into a hissing.
Jeff does not hurt kids. The way he stares down at you with stormy grey blues shows that though he has no idea how to slaughter you he will try to if you even think of laying a hand on her. Much to his relief, you close your eyes and go lax.
You don't hurt kids either.
"Momma?" The doorknob shakes and Jeff knows the kid probably smells iron but the two of you are as rigid as the corpses on the bed.
"Did you need something, Kavi?" The voice that comes out your lips isn't yours, it's the father's and Jeff only loosens his grip from surprise. Kavi's feet shuffle nervously and whatever stuffy she's holding squeaks lightly in pressure. "I heard noises...screaming" She hears the smile in your voice as you tell her to go back to bed.
"But-"
"Go to sleep, Kavi" This time it's a command and Kavi's shadow straightens up before her footsteps fade away.
Jeff's breathing had slowed throughout the interaction. He's good at being quiet when he needs to be. Not so flashy when the situation calls for it. A soft spot for children. How noble.
He presses on your chest with the heel of his palm but then gets up and sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. You turn onto your stomach, pushing the husband onto the floor as you watch Jeff glare at you with contempt as he paces.
"I've been watching them", Your eye roll makes him grunt. "I know, I saw. But, he's mine" He huffs at the sight of the twitching body on the floor. "Could've left me the wife, asshole" Jeff follows the trail of blood down your chest and stomach before ripping his eyes away as you pluck her eyes out to pop into your mouth.
Jeff swears he's never been harder.
"I was hungry".
Your grin like the cat that got the cream when Jeff rushes towards you and grabs the column of your neck to push you down.
For a guy who hasn't gotten laid, ever, he sure knew what to do. You helped, obviously. When Jeff's fingers tremble and hover you would goad him to do better, huff that you're getting bored and he needs to fuck your hole/s with more passion. That'd get that freak going.
He sure was in love with his knives too. Obsessed with the way you shiver and shudder every time the blade cuts into your skin or when he digs the tip of it in and you arch into the edge.
Jeff thinks his first time suits him. His life is fucked up in all sorts of ways so of course, his first time was with a demon. He remembers you bouncing on his lap, eyes glowing as you squeeze his dick and moan his name before he saw white.
When he wakes up, he shoots up straight and throws the rag away from his face. The bodies are stiff now and Kavi's older sister is pulling into the driveway. He wears his clothes and isn't quiet about it as he hears Kavi crying about nightmares while she rushes out.
Jeff's DNA being all-over the crime scene is something he does not give a shit about. What are the police going to do? Arrest a dead man? Hah! They'd need to catch him first and he's been dodging them since he was 13 years old and he's 24 now. They're shit at their job.
That one night spirals into Jeff fucking into his fists for a week straight. Unable to properly think without your whispers breezing past his ears in the wind. He's already insane but you've turned the broken notch higher.
Thankfully for him, you're just as hopeless. He isn't quite sure how long you've been stalking him but when he finally senses eyes on him he's excited because he knows it's you.
Your relationship is physical at first. Love isn't quite in either of your vocabulary but this relationship turns something close to it. He whispers your name in the wind and then he feels your weight on his back as your arms materialize from thin air and squeeze him.
"What do you need, executioner?" Jeff snorts at the title, shrugging you away as he unbuckles his belt and pushes the hanging body as he passes it. Jeff sits on the desk and pats his thighs.
"The fuck kind of name is that?" You cage him between your arms and lean in to lick the scratches near his eye.
"You don't like it?"
"I ain't no one's fucking executioner"
You roll your eyes and he clicks his tongue at it. "The fuck's that for?" You're still not sure what the fuck Jeff is, for all intents and purposes he's just something in limbo. Dead but not quite. Alive but not quite. But his ego is still that of a man and you're in your own purgatory as you decide if you enjoy it or not.
When Jeff realises he does care for you, it's a strange time for him. He won't ask if you've eaten or if you're hurt because suddenly he knows just from a glance. It's frightening to him. He doesn't call for you for a long time and he grits his teeth as you don't come for him either.
Stuck in-between again. He's relieved but he's angry. He's furious but sad. Are you alright? Do you hate him? Do you not care for him? How dare you!? But, also, great! He doesn't have time to be anything more! But how dare you? Do you not realise how much he cares about you!?
When Jeff finds out it's because some idiots in a cult managed to trap you?
He feels numb as he prepares to absolutely destroy them. With a one-track mind, he kicks open the doors of their stupid, dilapidated doors and lays waste on whoever isn't you. He burns their church down. His senses only rush back towards him when he has you in his arms.
That night, he's tender and sweet. It disturbs you a bit but you preen under his hands as he watches you heal your wounds in your own demonic ways.
"You came for me"
"...I'm your executioner, aren't I?"
Don't expect labels from Jeff but he does expect commitment to an extent. He won't be angry if you fuck around but he will fuck you harder if you mention that flesh bag being good.
He's bad at talking but once you manage to pry his mouth open he can be insightful about certain things. He's an observant man just so fucking egotistical.
You are his and he's yours but don't mention it too many times, he can get spooked. Did you expect stability from Jeff? Good, because you aren't getting it.
He wants you to participate in his kills. It's a great bonding activity! He is glad he has you as his buddy/lover. At least one person in this hell-forsaken world cares for him.
This does mean he can get a bit clingy at times, maybe even bordering on obsessed, but he doesn't give a shit. Even if you are a demon from hell, Jeff will find a way to find you.
Carved his name into you. No questions about it.
It will take years before he even says anything close to an "I love you" but he says in his own ways. He's tightlipped about you when his enemies catch up to him and if he feels that you're even a bit threatened he will fight tooth and nail until you're safe.
Jeff knows he's the last person that deserves a wish to be granted but he squeezes you tighter in his arms when he thinks of growing older. He's scared of dying, always has been, but the thought of leaving you alone/being without you? It terrifies him.
When his hair starts getting more salt and peppery he gets quite grumpy every time you mention it. He does soften when he notices you "ageing" as well - he knows you aren't and it's just your shapeshifting but he swears he'll do anything to stay by your side for as long as he can.
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Laughing Jack —
Oh, he was familiar with your kind. Laughing Jack mainly targets families but he's been terrorizing the world since the 1800's, he knows the vices of men. He shoos them away (which is a nice way of saying he disembowels them if they get territorial over their prey).
What he didn't expect was to see you panting raggedly with your chin dripping with blood and pieces of what once was a man under your claws.
Laughing Jack's eyes shoot towards the child he had been "befriending". He knew he was suffering and Laughing Jack truly did not care — he wanted to have fun mutilating the entirety of his family and was only here because he wanted to visit his "friend".
The hair on the back of your neck pricks and your jaw unhinges as your eyes land on the lanky being.
You know of him too. This entity that was once brought to earth to help a lonely child turned into a demonic entity that relished in the pain of humans.
You're also aware he has an affinity to target children to bring back to his circus of horrors under the guise of "saving them" and even though you're a creature of hell, you stand in front of the cowering boy with your teeth on display.
"This is new", Laughing Jack giggles out. His claws curled in front of his mouth as he stalked forward. Oh, he knows why little Carl wanted to run away from home. His mother did a shit job at protecting him from his drunk stepfather and Jack was going to do just that.
He was going to let Carl run away. Never said Carl would be alive when he did. But Carl never asked.
"Usually you whores are busy with the adults, not the kids". The very implications of what he said have you snapping your teeth. He raises his hands in faux surrender with a mocking grin.
"Gone soft? Who were you here for?"
Your lips twitch and Jack pauses just as he's about to step out of the shadows. Carl's weeping and sniffling echoed in the room. Jack's plastered smile turns sour as seconds tick by.
You know better than to anger him. So you will yourself to speak: "His mother". Jack bounces back like nothing had happened and gleefully strides over into the light.
"J-Jack? Jack!" "Carl!" Your hand shoots out to grab at the boy but he rushes into Jack's claws and sobs freely into his chest as Jack shushes and cradles him. Jack gingerly plucks the stretched-out shirt back over Carl's shoulder and rubs his back.
"Then you can go!" Jack cheers as he cradles Carl. "Go, go! Go and get that bitch of a woman!" You march up to him and grow taller tower over him. Jack's neck cranes to meet your eyes and he swears his neck creaks. He's never had to look up at anyone before.
"The boy isn't yours!" Jack's claws envelope Carl's head as the boy covers his ears. "Protective? Your kind usually has a one-track mind, never known demons to have sympathy", Jack's eyes squish into crescent moons.
"Have you gone soft, demon?"
Carl isn't sure what happens next. He just knows that when he wakes up the next day, he isn't scared and his mom isn't there. Instead, there's you. He isn't scared of you, he trusts you and he knows that you're his older brother.
He goes to school with you by his side and when he comes back, you've made food for him. Carl doesn't know where all the money comes from or why there are foggy memories of horror when he stares into space but your voice always snaps him back to reality.
Carl doesn't know where you go off to at night but he knows he isn't scared because Laughing Jack always pops up in the house.
Carl doesn't know how lucky he is, not really, but as he grows old he does feel gratitude. He doesn't know nor care why you're not his brother on papers or that his mom isn't in the picture. He knows he loves you though.
And he likes Laughing Jack too. Even if he's scary sometimes.
"Honey! You're home!" You glare at Jack as you step into the kitchen, wiping blood from your chin as you shed your jacket and your human skin. Jack looks comically out of place. He waits for you to shed before he gathers you in his arms.
This arrangement was odd. Out of place. But you learned not to hate it. Maybe Laughing Jack was right, maybe you were getting soft but you were glad that Carl was safe. Even if you had to pretend to be his older brother and then deal with Laughing Jack at night.
He sways with you in the kitchen, humming an old tune and you groan as your shape settles. He grins as he runs his claws down your back then holds you firmly.
Jack wasn't interested in sex and you were okay with that. He just wants to hold you like this, an affection growing within him as he inhales your scent.
"Carl's at a sleepover, must be having fun", Jack twirls you and you allow it with a ghost of a smile. "If he was at my circus, the streamers would be intestines and the snacks! Oh, the snacks, (Y/N) Darling!" Your lips cover his and his brow raises as he returns the kiss.
"Carl's fine with regular streamers, Jack. He's human, let him remain as one", Jack's smile almost seems sincere as he looks up at you. "Speaking of humans, (Y/N) Dearest", Jack thwacks a roll of newspaper on your chest.
"Humans are getting scared of you, rabid incubus, and Carl's mysterious older brother isn't holding up! You need to scram", You sigh deeply as you pull away. Jack chases to cling to your back.
"He'll miss his friends"
"I'll bring them to my circus! He'll always see them whenever he wants!"
"You're not saying no", Jack purrs and cackles after you close your eyes and nod. He didn't really need permission but you appreciate him asking either way. Besides, he had a point! Carl could play with them whenever he wishes to so he won't be too sad.
Your relationship with Laughing Jack might be the most curious one out of everyone else. Carl made you more human than you'd like to admit and you made Laughing Jack more colourful (on the inside) than he'd ever tell.
He doesn't love Carl. Cares for, sure. He doesn't love you. But he wants your affections, that much he knows.
He brings you gifts, some of your real food, toys and all sorts. Even some for Carl because he knows you like it when he does it. Jack becomes a sort of family guardian. Anyone who tries to harm Carl doesn't just have you to worry about, Laughing Jack's looming over your shoulder too.
You share kisses, hugs and hand holdings if he's being annoying about it but both of you know Laughing Jack prefers not to go below the belt. He prefers that you seek physical pleasure elsewhere. He claps with glee every time you toss him the body, turning the corpse into a new throne or cake or whatever he wishes.
When Carl grows old and moves out, he knows that the porch light will always be on for him. He knows his "older brother" isn't human but he doesn't care. He also knows Laughing Jack isn't just his imagination but he doesn't care. Carl knows you're family and that's all that matters.
You tend to the house at times but after Carl moves out, Jack all but whisks you away into his circus. The spirits of dead children crowd around you, sharing an affection towards you due to Laughing Jack's own emotions. You tolerate them enough but spend most of your time with your Jack.
Laughing Jack doesn't know if he'd die for you, he doesn't even know if he's able to die really, but he would slaughter millions if it meant that you'd be content.
"Do you love me, (Y/N) Darling?" Laughing Jack tickles your side, giggling as you swat his hands away. You turn to face him and he relaxes in your hold, minutely but you still feel the way his muscles unbind.
"Do you love me, Jack Dearest?" His eyes soften and you swear you see the way baby blue bleeds into the monotone grey.
"I do, I love you more than I'd like to admit".
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Slenderman —
Your head tilted at the shape in the trees. The person beneath you twitched and rattled out a groan as they clung to the little bits of life they still had. A quick snatch and grab of more of their brains puts an end to it rather quickly.
Swivelling your head you gaze at the drawings on their walls. Among the illustrations of the forest views that they drew and the maps, you note the odd scribbles.
This prey had odd dreams at times. Some nights, you find yourself fighting against a force just to invade their thoughts but you think of it as nothing but their own will. Some humans had quite a resistance to your kind.
You squint at the marker drawings, getting up from the bed to walk closer. Plucking the note that peeked from under the map only to gasp as the map fell onto your feet. It revealed more deranged scribblings and your stomach twisted into knots as you realised what entity your prey had been hunted by.
Your breath shudders and you take a step back only to stiffen as a cold wind whispers up your spine.
"Forgive me!" You kneel, bowing your head as you stare at the wooden floors in fear. This being - it was the very thing that crawled out of Hell. It was older than most if not everything that roamed this earth and you had taken its prey.
The crackling of trees makes tears brim your eyes. It sounds thunderous and it only grows louder. You force your eyes shut as the branches drag along the glass windows and you plead under your breath as you feel Him getting closer and closer.
When he speaks, your brain feels as though it's being pulled apart. Was this punishment from your past victims? You're struggling to understand what he says but his voice soothes into something tangible.
"Wha...What?" You lift your head and turn to face the empty, open, window.
"Come".
Slenderman was intimidating even for an incubus like yourself. As he towers over you, you feel your prey climb up out of your throat. But then, then, his spindly fingers stroke the side of your face.
"Please me, incubus", his tendrils sway in the wind and they lower and slither through the dead leaves to curl around your ankles and thighs.
His "suit" pulses and throbs, particularly between his legs and you see the slit glistening with wetness, white cockheads poking out.
Oh.
Well. Who were you to say no?
Slenderman doesn't speak in a language familiar to humans, it brings some semblance of comfort to you; his words and expressions are more archaic but it's undoubtedly the language of hellish creatures like yourselves.
His cocks are just as inhuman and long as everything else about him and those tendrils that sprout from his back? Oh, they make the best restraints. The barely there scales on them shudder every time he's close to an orgasm and since they're so close to you, the rattling of it makes you whimper in pleasure.
Slenderman allows you to go but he keeps his eyes on you.
The way you kill and tear into humans, the pleasure you take in it - you're nothing but an incubus but Slenderman wants you.
And like his other "toys" he is merciless in making you just his.
You're not allowed to hunt anyone other than the ones he tells you to. Not allowed to even think of craving anyone. You're his incubus and his alone.
Who are you to say no?
It wasn't all that bad. Sometimes, he would push the limits of your hunger if he wanted to "test" the prey but you were obedient to his whims.
Sometimes, he'd crawl into your mind to truly see if you were all his and though painful and vomit-inducing the rewards after were enough to make it worth it.
After all, compared to the rest of his toys, you were the most pampered.
"Master", a purring noise is all around you but with your sight taken from you (a feat that only a few beings could do). The only thing you can do to locate Slenderman is through touch. But the thing is, he's touching you every-fucking-where.
You were suspended in the air, legs spread with tendrils and arms bound to your back as your cloudy eyes stared aimlessly at the night sky.
"Patience, incubus"
Love is hard to pinpoint in this relationship. It's more of an endearment. His feelings for you were the same feeling as someone would feel towards a dog. If you disobeyed and bit him, he'd put you down no question - that much you knew.
He doesn't mind when you kill other incubus or succubi though. Not that he seeks them with the same intent he had with you, he is a bit addicted to you, he seeks them with the intent to make you jealous.
He knows you had feelings for him. Depends on him. His word was law.
He likes seeing his dog get jealous. He doesn't assist in your fights with the other demon, you have to be the strongest to be his and so he merely watches and rewards you once you win.
The one time you lost though? Oh, he was so disappointed, (Y/N). The incubus stood over you, clutching the stump of an arm as he hisses at you. You know he is about to rip your throat and you kick your legs as he kneels over you.
He grabs your chin and forces your head to be tilted up, exposing your neck. You were going to die, you were going to die!
"You're pathetic, pet", the incubus over you chokes, blood spurting out from the hole in his chest before he all but crumbles into dust. One of your eyes is swollen shut, bruised and bleeding all over and Slenderman cradles you in his arms as he helps you stand.
"I'm sorry, Master" Your tears are wiped away. His tendrils lift you into the air and close to his chest as you weep.
"You'd be dead without me, pet. Completely useless".
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Toby Erin Rogers —
"...Get out of the fucking way" Toby had the coldest eyes you've ever seen. He had been tasked to kill the man whose skull was being split open by your hands.
He must think Toby was here to save him because he swipes a hand towards him, groaning desperately as his eyes shake. Toby's nose scrunches up in distaste. The man looked like a goddamn pug. His eyes bulged out and gaping his mouth like a dead fish.
"He's my kill". You furrow your brows as you stubbornly dig your thumbs deeper into the crack of his skull.
"Oops".
Toby throws a hatchet and it slices through your shoulder, pinning you to the wall from the strength he used. You claw at the handle, kicking your feet to try and push yourself from the wall but Toby simply ignores you to slash the man's throat with with his other hatchet.
"You asshole! He's mine!" Your thrashing makes him grunt as he slams his hand on your other shoulder. He grabs the hilt of his weapon and squints his eyes at you.
"S-Shut the fuck up, cunt. You can still eat the bitch, shithead", Toby isn't nice about tugging his weapon out. His brows furrowed at the sight of your torn flesh.
Toby has seen it all. After meeting a monochrome clown and a burned woman with a mask hunting for a guy named Jeff, among other creatures, Toby is unphased at the sight of a demon.
This means the already cold, unfeeling, man was not at all impressed. His eyes wander to your chest and your legs but scoffs as he cleans the edge of his hatchet on his sleeves.
"You asshole!" Toby waves his hand nonchalantly as he retreats. His plan is foiled as you latch onto his back, teeth sinking through his clothes and into the protective pads. Reaching back, his gloved hands grasp onto you to throw you across the room. The desk lamp shatters onto the floor as you lay out on the surface.
Toby rolls both his shoulders, sniffing in annoyance as he picks at the deep marks on the plastic of his protective wear. "Shit, your teeth suh-suh-sunk...through" his eyes glower as you peel yourself from the office table.
"Now, you're just ask, asking for it".
After that rough night, you stayed away from ever-crossing paths with Slenderman and his stupid proxies. Even with your supernatural regenerative healing, he slashed so deep at one point you're certain he had his hatchets go through you.
Your body ached for days. Not in a sexy way.
Toby, however, found it hard to get you out of his head. He knows an incubus' pheromones linger when they experience intense emotions and subsequently, so do its effects. But after 2 months of aching for you, he has had enough.
He takes a while to track you down. He's only human at the end of the day but when he finds your prey he reenacts the first time you met.
"You," venom was dripping from your words as you hissed at him but Toby simply raised from the armchair in the corner. The office of the poor psychotherapist you hunted reminded him of his childhood so he gladly focuses on your figure to focus.
He pays close attention to the way you get into the defensive, climbing the desk to put distance as you show him your fangs.
"I've got a pro, proposition for you" Toby walks towards the closet and to your surprise, your prey is tied up like a goddamn turkey. He falls flat on his face, breaking his nose, and squirms as muffled pleas come from him.
"You don't have to waste days making your prey succumb to you. I'll wrap them up...luh-like a fuuucking present and...you can munch on 'em"
"...In exchange?" You can't tell if he's smiling. But you hear it in his voice as he says:
"Fuck me".
For Toby, you provide relief and comfort. The beginning of the relationship was tough waters to navigate through, mainly for you. Despite providing you with food when he craves some physical intimacy, Toby is one scary motherfucker to be bare of clothes with.
It's a feat considering who was the demon in the relationship here.
Toby keeps his mouthguard on. For a whole 2 years, he never once took it off. By the time he does though? His eyes are closed and he's muttering for something to leave him alone. His anxiety crept up on him as he stared at the popcorn ceiling of the motel he had chosen for that night.
"Toby" his hand trembles and not because you're deep inside of him. His scarred chest falls and raises in rapid motions and you're aware that he needs to breathe. So, despite his heart-clenching whimpers you tear his hands away from his face to pull his mouthguard off.
"No!" Toby tries to cover the scar on his cheek. You shush him and pull out, carefully arranging your limbs so he can wrap his arms around you.
That night ended sourly. He shoves you away and dresses in a rush.
When he reaches out for you again, you don't pry. You've grown soft for the man but know he isn't exactly the touchy-feely type. Toby wonders if you're thinking of his face as he plows into you and his thoughts are so loud he has the audacity to grow flaccid.
As an incubus? That was a first for you.
"...Ugly mug, huh?" You eye him as you suckle on his cockhead. Now? He was going to talk about that night, now? Okay. Sure.
"No, I like your face" Toby grunts, clearly not believing you. "Just sayin' that 'cuz my dicks in your face". Well, at least he is aware of the timing too.
He exclaims as you push him down on the bed and straddle him.
"I like your stupid face, Toby. I like your stupid fucking voice, your body, your sarcasm and your shitty personality. Is that so hard to believe?"
This relationship turns warmer after this night. He throws extra snacks your way and he appreciates it when you help him with stitching himself up from his "assignments".
When his paranoia and anxiety get the best of him, he finds it...nice...that he doesn't have to ice out his emotions anymore. He feels so human.
Toby is aware you're fully capable of handling your own affairs and so, he doesn't interfere. He's terrified of the Slenderman and even growing slightly curious about you too. It's a tough balance for Toby - it's not like Slenderman cares about work-life-balance.
So, don't expect to spend cosy days spent together somewhere sweet. Your version of date nights will be following him along on his missions or him watching you hunt and then spending hours together in the victim's home.
It brings Toby comfort. You're not human but the way you move through the house with him, it reminds him of simpler times; a past he no longer remembers but knows he cherishes. He thinks about the two of them being a domestic couple a lot.
"Remembering?" Toby says nothing as he kisses the nape of your neck. The two of you had washed up in the shower and the victims were neatly displayed in the living room with symbols all over the room. You two had all night to just...be.
"Never got muh-my memories back then, not...gonna get 'em now" He pulls away to grab the bottle of wine from you. When he settles on the office couch, you drop onto his lap with a plate of sandwiches.
He groans as you teasingly try to feed him but soon relents. He feels a bit ashamed as he struggles to eat "normally" with the open gash on his cheek but as he peeks at your expression he sees nothing but love.
So, Toby squeezes you closer and you say nothing as he allows you to care for him.
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montimer · 10 months
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Jeff as a boyfriend random hc
Warnings:mention of knife,killing
(Its so hard to find a good gif 😭)
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He loves to tease you
He will show you his knife collection
Tries hes best to make you smile/laugh
He would gladly kill for you,even if you say it's all good, the person who hurt you wont be feeling so good
Knocks or scratches ur window to scare you a bit hes like let me in pls
If you are playing or watching something on ur phone he will lean over ur shoulder "what ya doing?"
Always sits closly next to you
He usually tries to visit you every night might break down ur window/door if its locked
You want something but you dont want to spend too much money? Its fine he just happend to stolen have one,he will give it to you for a kiss reward
He will stole stuff for you either from his victimes houses or he will even break into shops for you
He can get jealous easyly,he trust you but its others he don't trust. Someone keep on flirting w/ you even if you told them ur taken. He will push you to his chest and pull out a knife "Back off "
Tries to make you something 1.its eatable 2.smt is burning
Loves to hug and kiss you and especially loves it when ur not afraid to do it back
Hes probably afraid of fire so he hides behind you if theres a bigger one
Always makes sure ur doing alr. You can tell him, he'll take care of the problem (even if its not a persons fault he tries hes best)
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sleepyboywrites · 11 months
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Creepypasta Fluff Headcanons for Trans!Male Reader Pt. 1 (Being a boy on his Period)
Because it's nearing that time again and being a boy on his period sucks ass. I'm making this to provide some comfort! For myself as a trans man and hopefully you too. This takes place with established and healthy relationships. Or as healthy as relationships with these characters come.
Tw: Possessive behavior, not necessarily wanted affection, rough contact, references to slight verbal abuse.
Eyeless Jack
• Run. Run right in the opposite direction if he hasn't eaten in a bit/is agitated. You will make him hungry due to his blood lusting demonic nature and he's not very friendly when he's hungry.
• You already aren't feeling great so if you go to him in that state anyways expect to be more uncomfortable albeit supported as a half-apology.
• If he has been satiated and is calm you may proceed to tell your demonic boyfriend that your cycle has begun and you are distressed and dysphoric about it.
• Cuddle bug. Like sits you directly into his lap and burries his face in your neck. Telling you words of encouragement. Think "I'm so sorry Baby boy." and "You're so strong y/n. One of the strongest men I know, I mean other men can't live through bleeding for 4-7 days on average."
• He's a med student so he knows the best ways to help with cramps and the physical pains that come with a menstrual cycle.
• He also gives you high testosterone foods and encourages you to wear one of his shirts and your boxers over your underwear to help with the dysphoria aspect. But he won't let you bind if your chest area gets sensitive.
• Tries to distract you and keep you as comfortable as possible
• Extremely protective during this time. He has a lot of self control but his instincts are still spiking under the surface screaming at him to lock you up/protect you. His emotional attachment to you paired with his constant hunger leave him clinging to your side and glaring at anyone else who approaches/gives you a weird look. Attacking anyone who hurts you emotionally or otherwise.
• Honestly a bit feral in a way akin to nesting.
• Insists on taking walks together once a day.
Laughing Jack
• A bit confused at first in his eyes he has erased any of your perceived biological imperfections.
• Hits you with the "But you are a boy" when you tell him you're feeling dysphoric and crying. "One who's very very important to me as well so please don't cry."
• Gives you your favorite candies and sweets
• Rubs your back when you're curled over in pain and sings you songs to help you calm down.
• Takes you to his amusement park and takes you on all your favorite rides and shows you all your favorite shows
•Always introducing the act as "Dedicated to the best boy in the world/my Favorite boy."
• Essentially his mentality is "I'm going to make sure this boy has so much fun he forgets the torment of having his brain stuck in the wrong body."
• And it fucking works. He has you laughing so hard that you can't tell where the stomach ache ends and the cramps begin.
• He likes to play "dress-up" in the sense where he has an array of gender affirming costumes and each day he insists you choose from the extensive array because even if you don't feel well at the moment doesn't mean you have to be reduced to a puddle of stained oversized clothes. He was always one for theatrics.
• If you say you really aren't up to dressing up he'll bring out an array of hoodies, baggy tees, shorts, sweats, or jeans instead.
• Genuinely just trying to distract and cheer you up
Ben Drowned
• Pretends to not know what you're talking about or why you're so upset. "Bro I assure you no one cares?" Followed by a long silence as he stares at you followed with "We all still view you the same, man."
• Then promptly refuses to leave your side
• Think anything from lurking in nearby electronics to straight up following you around everywhere.
• If a mission comes up he'll take you with him and make up some sort of excuse like he needs your help and your avatar is better abled than you physically. Alternatively if you have a mission he'll grab you and say he's coming with, before dragging you with him.
• Makes sure everyone is careful around you. No roughhousing or insults. Not at this time even if you protest.
• You had to break up a fight with the intent to maim once because Jeff had called you a "Pussy" in an attempt to agrivate you to change your mind about not being up for training today. Ben who had been lurking nearby lunged at him and you had to break the two apart.
• So much Gatorade. This boy makes you drink so much Gatorade.
• He also has a collection of snacks you normally crave and hoodies specifically for you in his closet.
• Let's you bind during your period until you don't take it off on time or act like you're in pain then he will take and hide it until it's passed.
• if you complain about dysphoria he'll roll his eyes as he drags you to his realm where your avatar already matches your gender and have you hang out there.
• Naptimes are mandatory once a day during this week because he knows it takes a lot out of you.
• Reminds you to take showers despite how much you hate having that reminder because you'll feel better afterwards and it helps with the cramps.
Jeff the Killer
• I promise he's trying. He's trying to keep things as normal as possible by being a jokey asshole dick like usual.
• Mans has your cycle engraved in his memory so on the first and worst day when you're at your grumpiest without fail he'll go "Can't you just give me a bloody smile god damn it?"
• You know he's joking and he knows he's joking but without fail you'll mock laugh at him, sock him in the nose, and walk away.
• One time you ran out of products and Jeff went to get them for you he called from the store and went, "Hey man, what size cunt do you have?" You shook your head, called him an asshole, and hung up.
• He tried to apologize by calling and texting and when you wouldn't answer he made you a care basket with hot wheels and various manly items such as boxers and button-ups/baggy tees. He also covered the pads wrapping in dinosaurs. And replacing "girl" with "boss" on the labels
• He's made a habit of getting you one of these everytime your supplies run out.
• Insists on more training and fighting because what better way to blow off steam and frustrations than a good ol fashioned fight.
• One time it went too far and the two of you ended up being patched up by EJ who scolded the two of you and said "If I catch you boys doing this again I will make sure Slender needs two new proxies."
• Always carrying ibuprofen and water. Always.
• Rubs your back if it hurts too much and treats you more gently.
•Will attack and maim anyone who misgenders you.
Homicidal Liu
• Liu is already constantly holding your hand as if he's scared you'll disappear, like the rest of good in his life, so you two are fairly well synced and sometimes you swear he can read your mind.
• You keep him calm, in a way that reminds him of before the incident because of this he knows all of you, obsessed over it and memorized it, including when your cycle is, it's linked in his internal clock.
• You'll often wake up to a warm bath and clean comfortable clothes if your cycle started during the night. While you bathe he'd change and wash the sheets then bring you breakfast to eat together after you finish.
• Tells you he's sorry that your body doesn't match your mind as he nuzzles into your neck. Snaking his arms around your waist and engulfing you in his weight. Sometimes uncomfortable but you know by now if you try to pry him off he'll only tighten his grip and agressively albeit incoherently mumble
•calm and supportive/protective and possessive are how his alters have always treated you. Both affectionate sometimes overly so. Heightened during your cycle due to you being in a more easily hurt and in a distressed mood.
• Think overlap of Liu and Sully's voices, "What did you just say to my boyfriend?" Followed by "You'll pay for that." should anyone so much as look at you funny in a way that'll make you feel worse about your current state of being.
• Said anyone would be carried away in a body bag. <333
• Gets you trinkets as well as anything you may be craving.
• Owns heating pads as well as cold pads at his disposal to help with cramps.
• Water/Gatorade and a variety of pain meds on hand. Always.
• Doesn't want to leave your side out of fear of you running into a less than kind individual without him there to support you and maim your instigator.
Ticci Toby
• You'd have to go to him about it because his ass doesn't know. His brain is on fifteen different topics at any given time. You occupy at least five but he doesn't have much memorized.
• He'll know that something is bothering you but won't know what unless you blatantly tell him.
• Once you do he'll probably try his best to limit his roughness/aggression and increase softer touches/tones.
• Much more pet names a lot less insults. IE: Instead of calling you a dumbass he'll call you pretty boy.
• If he gets frustrated expect said pet name to be said with aggression.
• He owns several weighted blankets he'd offer you to use on top of his own body weight when he flops onto you, should you want that affection. Though he still will with a piss-poor excuse of an apology if you don't and he does. Which he does frequently because you're one of the only people whose touch is gentle with him.
• Bad about carrying liquid. Good about carrying meds. So if you need an ibuprofen he will give you one but you'll need to either dry swallow or find liquid elsewhere.
• Also not the best at comforting you through your pain seeing as he doesn't experience that kind of thing himself. At least not in the same way, so he doesn't know what to do nor what you expect from him.
• He'll pick you up something he thinks you'll like when he goes out during this time but that ranges from "really sweet" to "the thought is what counts." Because sometimes his thoughts cross paths one too many times and he accidentally got you cleaning supplies instead of menstrual or edible treats.
• Think: "This rock made me think of you. Do you like [insert candy], because I grabbed some on my last mission. I meant to grab you strawberry mentos, because of a song I heard that made me think of you but accidentally grabbed menthol instead, I don't know how you'd use it but here."
• Essentially when you tell him he'll say "Okay, don't push yourself too hard." And then continue fairly normally while attempting to be nice.
Brian/Hoodie
• Initial reaction depends entirely on where/how you tell him. If you tell him in public in front of others he will simply look at you and say, "...okay".
• If you tell him in private he'll stare at you for a moment and then he'll give you a few well-thought-out sentences on how he'll be there to help and how you aren't any less of a man.
• If you give him a note or written thing however he will build you a cathedral out of paragraphs telling you that he'll do what he can to make you feel as good as you can, how this aspect doesn't change who you are not how you're received, and everything masculine and in general he adores about you.
• Always has water, meds, and a spare hoodie for you in close proximity.
• Doesn't treat you any differently in public or private.
• Very sweet most of the time, including this, minus his aggressive outbursts.
• It's very much the same old same old. He'll still melt into you and expect the same he'll still yell and throw things when he's having a n outburst.
• He'll still treat you as softly and as roughly as he does the rest of the time.
• Will get you your cravings if you ask but he won't really if he's unprompted.
• He may ask for your hand more often if he notices your distress/squeeze your hand more often.
• Though most of the time he won't he's too busy in his head or in what he's doing.
• Or alternatively trying to figure out what is in your head and what you're doing but not necessarily how you're feeling.
• He cares about you he's just not the possessive type in the way that leads to outwardly or intense displays of affection. Though if you even hinted to not wanting to be around people on your cycle you wouldn't be. He would hole up.with you until its over and be reluctant to let you go.
Tim/Masky
• Throws his reeking bomber jacket at you with a raised eyebrow. "Things like this provide some comfort right?"
• Cocky Bastard knows it's in his god-damn calendar and he likes to inadvertently let you know he knows.
• IE: throwing one of your favorite snacks at your head while you train or work.
• Bringing you water, Gatorade, and medicine to you when all you did is hold your head in your hands for five seconds.
• It's become almost a game of whether or not you can get away without him knowing.
• Mocking you lightly if you ask for help with anything. If you need supplies, or would like one of your cravings, or would like a heating pad anything. And you say, "Hey could you get me [blank] if you don't mind?" Or anything along those lines you will be met with an, "Ah ah ah pretty boy, say pretty please." When he returns with what you asked for dangling it out of reach.
• Also always asks for a kiss as payment for being your knight in shiny armor. When he gets you anything. One time he bought you a bag of chocolate kisses you were craving and when he asked you threw a chocolate at him and he chased and tackled you until you gave him an actual one.
• Deliberately and as a rule of thumb, Masky shows you a playful and cocky side he's created because you respond to it best.
• He rarely gets angry at you but when he does that anger translates to avoiding you and not speaking to you should he be in this state he will give you nothing, not even a hug during this.
• If you tend to be touch-starved during he'll be less likely to fall into that angry rut but if you're touch-adverse he's more likely to get into angry ruts because he'll take it as the front he crafted for you not being enough or attractive to you.
• Despite the fact it has nothing to do him and has everything to do with you being in physical and psychological pain.
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jeffsfavoriteknife · 10 months
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Jeff x Jealous! Male reader
Includes: Jealousy(obviously), gay shit, public sex, use of the word malewife
You glared at him from the corner of your eye as he sat with what he called his friend, jealousy eating you alive. Everytime you saw them together it ate at you, you knew he had told you that they were just good friends but you felt he was lying to you, Jeff was known for lying and it just seemed so cut and dry that he was into the guy. You stood up from the coffee table you sat at suddenly, slightly startling the guy next to Jeff as you walked off, not wanting to see him for a while, he was fucking with you, taunting you, and yet you did nothing except walk away.
You felt a hand on your shoulder tightly grip you and turn you around to none other than Jeff. “Mind tellin me what the fuck your problem is?” You glared at him before pulling away ‘you know what my fuckin problem is’ he angrily huffs, clearly fed up with your shit as he shoves you against the wall “i already told you im not fuckin with that guy, even if i was whats it any of your damn business?” This caused you to hesitate on answering, leading him to catch on “no fucking shit..” he griped your jaw and forced you to look up at him, his cold yet dangerous eyes staring back
“you could have just said somethin, i will admit your pretty fucking cute and look quite breedable” you clutched the bottom of your shirt tight ‘the fuck is that supposed to mean??? I cant be bred you fuckin idiot’ he gets closer to you, clearly towering over you as he smirks “nah i definitely could, youd make a cute malewife, i know damn well you got skirts and knee high socks in your place, ive seen you wear them once or twice” face bright red with embarrassment you rolled your eyes ‘of fucking course youd be the one to watch people through their houses’ he pulled you to him, letting out a dark chuckle “i can tell that your not pissed about it tho” he eyed your pants as you yanked your shirt down more to cover yourself “let me help” he didnt give you time to respond before yanking your pants down along with your boxers ‘JEFF! we are in public! Someone is gonna say something, are you insane???’ “Absolutely” he didnt hesitate to turn you around and position you so you were basically offering yourself to him ‘wait wait wait! I havent,,done this before’ his eyes glinted at this as he gripped onto your thighs, yanking his own pants down “you have no idea how fucking cute that is to me, ill be the first AND last one to ruin you” he pressed himself into you, your tightness causing him a bit of trouble but nothing a good old slam wont fix.
This made you cry out in both pain in pleasure, one one side the burn was excruciating, on the other hand he was rubbing right against your prostate causing your cock to throb. He picked you up by your thighs and pounded into you mercilessly, wanting to hear every ounce of noise your mouth could make for him, he wanted to RUIN you. You cried out, mumbling his name along with incoherent sentences but he loved every moment of it, you crying out his name making him go even harder. Your back rubbing against the wall was no doubt going to leave marks but you were hooked on his cock and couldnt bother to ask him to stop, you were basically drooling while the man you swooned over for so long wrecked you. You tightened your grip on him as you came, the entire time you did he was watching your cock twitch with every spurt, yeah, he wasnt gonna let you go. He dug his nails into your thighs, leaving marks in its wake as he bit into your shoulder, drawing blood and pumping you full of him, overfilling you to where some was spilling out, you rolled your eyes in the back of your head in pure bliss
(Yeah its short but its 3 am and since im a slut for jeff im allowed to write short lil stories that is just sex w hardly any plot teehee)
-🖤🔪
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somewhat-crazy · 2 years
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creepypasta au where everything is the same but instead of "go to sleep", jeff says "go to therapy"
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unikron-kitten-kat · 1 year
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A Christmas Gift for Mythy!! @mythicalmyles
Shite gets kinky real fast!
Male x Slenderman obvs
And for anyone else who decides to read this: TW; stalking mentioned, Kinky Eldritch Pervert (Slenderman), mentioned death, death, bodily horror, yandere behavior (mainly unfortunate victims of a rather torturous predator) also kidnapping mentioned
Suffice to say Slender has been keeping an eye on ya for some time and has come to dislike any form of negative interactions you have with people.. And more often than not it is the randos you meet on the sidewalk than someone you personally know. He is not a monster, afterall
Kinks; predator/prey, degredation(kinda) and praise(yes), ddlb(mahaps, probably.. Maybe), and probably some bdsm, also prolly breeding, pet names (Slender calls you his Little Sheep/Lamb)
The Night Bus
You woke with a start, sorta.. Your alarm was going off for work. You groaned, practically rolling onto the floor off your bed and slapping your phone to turn off your alarm. You were in such a good sleep, you didn't want to be awake. You gathered some clothes to wear, gravitating toward your pastel striped thigh highs with jeans, shirt and your favorite warm hoodie and some warm shoes. You decided it would benefit yourself to brush your hair, it looked hideous, like a rat's nest. Must have tossed and turned while you slept. You brushed your hair, and you were already in your bathroom, so brushed your teeth as well, before gathering your things and grabbing a quick bite while you walked to the bus station. You couldn't tell if that nap helped or not. You slipped on your headphones and decided for your favorite song to listen to. As you listened to your music, walking to the bus station, you danced a little as you walked, not taking notice of the watching gaze. You decided to make a quick stop at a nearby coffee stand to not only help you stay warm as you waited for the bus, but to also help you wake up. It was cold.. Shoulda dressed warmer. You took to messin on your phone while sipping your drink while waiting. A few busses passed before yours came, you still oblivious to the devious presence stalking you. Your bus finally showed up, a double-decker. Awesome, and it looked as though few or no people were in the top. Even more awesome. After checking in with the driver, and finding your spot in the top, you finally settled for the ride to work. It wasnt even a couple moments when you felt someone settle beside you. Odd, there are plenty other empty seats.
You felt the jitter of the bus as it revved back up, and droning as it speed up to the speed limit. You were huddled up in your seat against the window, paying the stranger no mind, sifting through the fics your friend sent you, wanting to reread one. You couldn't help but try and subtly glance at the stranger. You did look. Woah. He was sexy. He was clad in a suit, his hair a midnight black, his features sharp on his face. He looked slim, yet strong and muscular. His eyebrows were arched, yet furrowed as he focused on a news outlet on his phone. You noticed they were mainly missing persons reports. What you didn't notice was his occasional smirk at a couple. You went back to browzing your phone, everything else blurring and becoming numb to your perspective. You jumped as you felt a large hand grab your crotch, hands instinctively grabbing the hand that suddenly grabbed you, your head whipping to face the suit-clad stranger. His pale face was twisted with a dark smirk. He scooched closer to you, almost squishing you against the window. You let out a whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as he squeezed your crotch. He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear; "Unless you want your guts painting the windows, you will be quite and do as I say, yeah?" His voice was deep, husky. It sounded inhuman, having a weird, whiney drone almost in the background, like it was part of his voice, but not quite. It sent shudders up your back, which his smirk grew into a crooked grin at. You gave him a shakey nod, removing your hands from his bigger one and grabbing at your sweater collar. Your legs shivered as the stranger began rubbing your bulge. As he rubs and palms you through your pants, his fingers are pressing into areas that just add to the pleasure, pressing into your shaft, or tracing it, sliding over the tip, it all has you shaking so hard, biting your sleeve in a desperate attempt at hiding you moans.
His hands suddenly snakes into your pants and boxers, quickly finding your bare shaft and pulling it out of hiding. The sudden burning touch has you squeaking and almost doubling over, one of your hands grabbing onto his arm. His thumb rubbed over the tip, smearing the cum beading at the tip. He pumped you, rubbing it and squeezing it at just the right moments. It was becoming hard to stiffle your moans. You flinched, letting out a shakey, airy moan as you felt the stranger's other hand creep up your shirt. His hand slid up your body, squeezing your pecs, his fingers rubbing over your nipples, only to slip back down and feel your abs and the dip into your crotch. His hand circled like this for a bit, before suddenly grabbing your neck. "Get over here.." The stranger mumbled deeply, man-handling you onto his lap, before moving himself against the window. One of your hands came up to grab at the hand squeezing your neck, the other still trained on the hand stroking you. "Name's 'William' cutie, use it." You breathly moaned his name, his hold on you tightening. With 'William' now choking you, the pleasure you experienced was heightened. It was not even a moment before you felt your orgasm nearing. Your pants and stiffled moans increased, giving 'William' insight into your approaching orgasm. You were arching your back, shaking, quick, choked and broken moans leaving you as you panted. You were on the brink, on the fence of your orgasm, but he wasn't gonna have it. His hand left your dick just as you were going to tip over and explode, his hand immediately covering your mouth as you whined at the loss of your orgasm. You shuddered as you heard him chuckle. You groaned his name as he rubbed his bulge against you, and shudders shook you as he breathed down your neck. 'William' chuckled. You looked down, finally noticing his large claws and twisted legs. His body felt suddenly bigger against you. He turned you around in his lap, you coming face to face with who and what 'William' really was. The faceless creature chuckled, his clawed hand still covering your mouth. He moved his blank slate close to yours, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden movement, reopening one to see his face was almost touching yours. "Nobody.. On here.. Knows you are here~.." He chuckled, "The bus driverr.. Is taking us to.. One of.. My forests.." Shivers shook your body at the tone and sound of his voice, deep, gravely and husky, yet having a strange, static-y echo behind it, his voice droning, seeming to reverberate in you head, as if he was inside your head and out.
Snapping you out of your sex-numbed daze was the sound of the bus screeching to a halt, and The Slenderman pushing you out into the isle, you being slammed into the neighboring seat, bending over it before twisting your body to watch him. The eerie white of the moonlight shined around him, illuminating the bus in a foreboding, sickly light that only spelled your doom. He chuckled, leading into a dark laugh as he hoisted himself up, having to step into the isle because he wouldn't fit in between the seats, his spidery tentacles spreading out, spreading over the walls of the bus, his tall frame having to haunch over just to fit inside, looming dangerously over you. He cocked his head at you, "Run, run little morsel," Not having to worry about your pants, as they were already pulled back up, with your pulsing cock back inside, you hurried off the bus, not before hearing the rest of his dark promise, "Run as you like, but I will catch you... And make you allll minnne~"
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Into His Forest
You ran, ran straight into his territory and you know it. The white eerie fog somehow made you see clearer, the trees, sparce and dense at the same time, absolutely no ground foliage. The trees were bare of leaves, all appearing dead and sickly, you afraid of their branches as they looked horribly similar to the flailing limbs that adorned his spine. As you ran you took turns and twists, hoping that not having a straight path would deter him.. Oh, how naive you are to submit to the mindset of prey, when he is very much a predator, a predator hungry for something more than flesh, a predator hungering to claim and have. A predator that is built for hunting, and stalking, and seeking. A predator that knows your every move, a predator who's territory it chased you into, territory that it knows like the back of its own claws, a predator that knows what you are doing. A predator that will take steps to ensure you know you are alone with it, that you are the mouse and it is the cat in this rigged game of hide and seek. Your lungs burned and ached, your body begging you to stop and rest. You pushed just a little further, figuring this was enough space in between you, and The Slenderman. Why did you get on that bus, even after seeing the bus driver's swirled, hypnotized eyes? You were panting hard, doubling over as you cluched your pounding heart through your skin, begging it to calm down so he doesn't hear it, the thought only serving to increase its pulses at the thought of him finding you in this state, sweaty and tired from running, and scared into arousal at his display. You weren't sure if you liked that your fear gave way into arousal. You were nearly calmed when you tensed, holding you breathe and eyes widening at the sickening sound of a horrified scream, being abrubtly cut off. You heard another, this one fading into silence as the owner to the voice perished. Another sounded the opposite side of these two screams. You wanted to puke at the way these screams made your stomach twist and churn. You hobbled against the tree, hand over your mouth as you doubled over, trying to stiffle any noises you might make.
You needed to move, it was unsafe staying in one spot. A couple more screams resounded, you covering your ears at the horrid shrieks. You decided to listen to the screams and not go that way. You ran the opposite direction. How stupid of you to do so, really. He knew you would do that, any prey item would do that. Any prey animal would run in the opposite direction of the screams of its own kind. Any time you heard a scream, you would run in a direction away from it. This plan seemed to work, until you heard one right in front of you, the blood-curtling scream making you slip to a stop, tripping over a large tree root. You cried out a quiet yelp of pain, not moving as you feared he heard you. You laid still, trying to listen for any sounds of movement. It felt like you were lying there for hours, when really it was only thirty seconds that went by. When you didn't hear any noise, you stood up. You were unsure if going the other way would be safe, you had heard screams come from behind you as well. So, with no other choice, you stared bleakly at the wall of unbelonging bushes, before walking towards them and pushing through. What you saw on the other side made you freeze. It was the mangled mess of a man. What was left of his body was frozen to the ground, on his knees, his body bent backward, staring upward, his face contorted in a scary mix of fear and pain, his eyes blank as if his soul was sucked from them. Is this what happened to the others that screamed? Breaking from your trance, you chose a direction, and ran.
He watched you. He watched your eyes widen and stomach drop. He saw the horror that filled your wide, 'innocent' eyes. He watched you 'marvel' at his eaten food, at his hunted prey. But that won't happen to you, no. He had different plans. He wanted to see those big doll eyes beg him. He wanted to see them plead. For more. The moment he laid his gaze on you, was the moment he decided that you were his little thing, that you were his little.. Pet. His little plaything, his little puppet, his little doll. His little mouse. But him being a predator at heart didn't stop him from stalking, seeking when he couldn't see you, figuring your schedule and home. From visiting you in your sleep. From ghosting his touch over your covered form as you lay there, vulnerable, and easy. He could have woken you right then and there, but no. He needed to hunt you, to bask in your fearful arousal before he took you. He had several victims lost in his forest, that you would come to know in the most gut-wrenching ways possible. One was a woman you heard scream, but apon running further, her mangled half-body fell from a tree, her neck tied by her entrails to a limb from the tree, making you scream, falling backwards onto your ass from being jumbscared so horribly. You backed up, your hand covering your mouth as you felt bile rise in your throat, burning. You shook. You stood, slowly, shakily. You hugged yourself after standing upright. When you worked up the guts to see her face, you froze. The expression that adorned what was left of her mangled face made you sob and wrench your eyes from her. You heaved, you forcing yourself to take deep, long breathes. Again, you chose a direction and ran in it, not noticing him step out from behind the tree she hung from. The skin tore from his mouth, and he managed a dark grin, his sharp teeth, painted with red, glinted in the subtle moonlight. He watched you run, right where he wanted you to run.
You ran into a clearing, tripping over a tree root, you yelping as you slammed to the ground. You whimpered in pain as you stood back up, your body weak from running and almost puking twice. You weakly stood, not knowing how long this chase had been going for. You hugged your stomach, it did hurt being fallen on twice. You finally looked up, still hugging your aching stomach, noticing that you had ran into a deadend, a towering clifface walling you off from going any further. You heard a twig snap behind you, whipping your head around with your eyes wide and full of fear, to find nothing. You took a step back.. Then another.. And another.
You backed up against something. A couple clawed hands grabbed your shoulders. No. You backed up into Him,, into The Slenderman. You heard and felt him kneel behind you, his hands trailing down your body. He buried his face into the nape of your neck, opening his mouth to inhale your mixed scent of fear and arousal. You whimpered as his hold on you tightened, his other two arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush to him. One of his hands found its way to your ass, giving the plush mound a good squeeze through your pants, him purring with the squeak you gave him. His mouth opened against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You whimpered as you felt him nibble at the sensitive skin of your nape, your body trembling, sleeved hands raised to cover your mouth. You felt him latch his mouth onto your neck, sucking the skin, making a dark hickey. He was about to bite you, when you whimpered, "p.. please don't eat mee..." You sniffled, feeling all his movements pause. He chuckled, "Oh, you silly, silly little mouse~", His upper arms wrapped around your chest, his lower ones around your waist tightening their hold, hugging you, "You are much to adorable to eat.. And even if I were to eat anything from you, it would be eating out that plush ass of yours~, or sucking on that tiny dick you have~" Your eyes widened at his response, your trembles increasing as you shivered against him, blushing profusely. Despite his words, he purred, burying his face into your neck, going back to sucking on your tasty skin, and biting, drawing blood that tasted oh, so delicious to him. His hands began roaming again, one trailing down to your crotch, where he cupped it, and rubbed his thumb along your dick through your pants.
His lower arms were roaming your chest and stomach, feeling you up. He hummed when he felt you get hard under his touch, and by pulling you flush to his body allowed his 'securing' claws and tentacles to wrap around your ass and hips, two groups of two long claws wrapping around your pelvis, and the (very small) tentacles wrapping around your thighs, and pants waist, to pull them down. He pulled your pants down enough, he didn't want to pull them down all the way as his poor little sheep might get cold, and he doesn't want that. He kissed the curve of your neck, making deep clicks at the squeak you made, feeling his slick boner slide against your ass. He hugged your form against his, grinding his length against you, and hands roaming over your tummy. Your heavy breaths spurred him on, him marking every possible inch of your neck as carefully as he can, him leaning into, bending you over slightly, the slick from his dick wetting your quivering hole as he rubbed his boner against you. A hand moved to your neck, the fingers closing around it, holding it, "You ready baby boy?~" Slender asked you, his voice a low but a deep, growly and husky breath. You whimpered, whining when his touch ghosted over your still clothed dick. "Use your words baby, master does not understand his lamb's little baas.." Your back arched as he finally removed your unbearably hot and hard dick from your prison-pants, you letting out a breathy moan as he stroked it. You gulped back saliva as you tried forming words, your mouth becoming numb at the pleasure of your dick being stroked so good, as well as the pleasure that came from the pressure of Slender rutting into your ass, rubbing his length along your ass, making it sensitive. Finally, some words managed to make it past your throat, "P-please, S-MmMmMm~" a whimper interrupted your words as Slender began rubbing your slit rather rough, "Please f-fuck mee~" Your voice wavered as a pained moan left you as a very small tendril found its way into your urethra, slowly sliding in, not stopping until it could easily press against your prostate.
Finally, he slid in, using two of his fingers to open your ass. He stared hungrily at it as it quivered when he rubbed his tip against it, sliding the tip in when you made begging whimpers, trying to buck your hips against him. Your eyes widened and you practically melted as he finally slid inside you, and he didn't stop until he was as far in as he could go. He hugged your trembling form, you moaning at the warmth that spread through you. He pulled out, only stopping when his tip hitched against your hole, then slid back in, you crying out in pleasure, your body shaking at the low groan that left him as you tightened around him as he slid in. He repeated slowly slipping inside you a couple more times, allowing your body to adjust to his size. Though, his patience only ran so far. He groaned, kissed your neck, "You ready, Sheep?" You gasped, pleading for him to fuck you how he wished as he slid all the way back in. He clicked, the sound resonating from his chest, making you shudder, and become even more horny to be honest. You let out a loud moan as he slammed into you, his tip ramming into, then sliding against, your prostate, made you almost collapse because of the huge wave of pleasure that coursed through your body. He easily slid into you because of the slick that covered his dick, his girth stretching you warmly. The moans that left you were loud and pleasured, your voice easily echoing a ways out into the forest, fresh tears building up and slithering down your cheek. Slender was happy with how loud you were being though, as not only did his forest now you were his only, but your volume also spurred him to fuck you harder and faster, him setting a viscious, mind-numbing pace. You breathed deep and fast in between your moans, you gripoing the arms he had wrapped around you as he rammed into your prostate, the thin tendril inside your urethra easily finding it and rubbing it, bringing your right into the feeling of an orgasm, being stopped by your stuffed dick.
You pleaded with him to let you cum, and he did, the tendril puling out of your dick sent sensations that had you howling with pleasure as you came, you dick now so fucking sensative because something was inside it. You whined as your body was pushed into overstimulation, Slender not only ramming into you oh so deliciously, but also stroking your dick and rubbing your tip. It wasn't long before you came again, you whimpering at the groan from Slender as you squeezed him again. His large cock stretched you past your limits, but it felt so good, so warm and so fucking good. He stretched you in ways you knew no other human male could, he fucked you sooo deep too, so deep he left a sizeable bulge whenever he thrust into you. He thrust so hard into you he'd push you forward in his grasp. Your mouth was hanging open now, you not trying to move it due to the high amounts of pleasure that consecutively waved through your body. You came again, which caused your asshole to tighten around Slender again, the pressure from the squeeze practically blinding you with black and stars. Slender only fucked you rougher, giving you all he has, thrusting faster and deeper, and it onpy made you whine and moan, keening when you felt a tentacle or two worming their way into your hole too, them going deeper than his dick, and covering your walls in wet, cummy slime, allowing his dick to slide past your walls easier than ever. Your body was tired, your legs were shaking so hard. He was so close though, so you could last... Maybe. When he came, you gasped, you legs giving out. He held you up though. His seed was so hot it warmed your whole body, it was sticky but was also fluid. There was so much too. You felt a hand caress your tummy, and you looked. You gasped at hoe big your tummy looked all full of.. Him.
He leaned back, propping you against him, you leaning your tired body against his. You tensed and whined at the feeling of his cock swelling inside you and something pushing its way into you. "Shhhh. Its okay little sheep,, just a couple of special eggs I am giving you.." Slender's sex-drunken drawl sounded in your ear as he hugged you again. His lower arms rubbed tired circles against your hips. Fuck. Not only were you stuffed with his seed, but he also... Laid eggs inside you? You moaned as you were stuffed more, beyond your limit even. Slender rattled, the noise sending shudders through your body, you swear they even echoed a bit. He bit the junction between your neck and shoulder so deep his teeth scraped against your bones, him holding you tighter as you whined and cried at the pain. Fresh tears left you eyes as you squeezed them as you felt.. Something course through you from the bite. Slender carefully removed his teeth from your skin and flesh, his tongue lapping at the wound like a sorry kitten. The touch of his tongue healed the surface of your wound, but not the flesh wound.. He kissed it after the skin healed, saying sorrys and rubbing your body as you relaxed against him.
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His Cabin
You groaned, your arm covering your eyes as the bright light flashed over your closed eyelids. You were on a bed that was in the center of the room. Weird but whatevs. You slowly worked yourself into a sitting position, moaning in pain as a sharp pang raced up your back from your butt. You rubbed your back as the pain slowly subsided. "Wh.. Wha?-" You were cut of as a tentacle wrapped around your mouth, keeping it shut. More wrapped around your startled limbs keeping you still. You felt cold things drag along your arms and legs. You felt him pet your head, his long, cold fingers dragging through your messed hair. You felt him cuff your wrists behind your back, you whimpering despite the tentacle shutting your mouth tight. His fingers traced your spin up your back, making you arch and shudder. He tilted your head up, and you flinched as you felt him wrap something around your neck, clasping it shut. A collar.. The underwear you were wearing felt weird now. Almost like fake leather or something. His hand traveled there, squeezing you and rubbing your cock nice and rough, easily bringinb it to life despit its tight restraints. You couldn't help but tilt your head back at this touching. So rough. You tried closing your legs, you had a feeling of being post-sex shy. However, he easily had your legs spread nice and wide, it felt so delicious to you when your legs were spread despite your best attempts to keep then closed and your cock from prying eyes. As his two lower hands kept your legs spread, he continued binding you, re-doing your cuffs to have your arms above your head, connecting the cuffs to the bedposts.
He hasn't said a word yet, and like the little slut you were, you were only getting excited by his touching and the anxious noises that were made. Sure, you had a good idea if what he was preparing, but you couldn't help but let your mind wander at the things he might be thinking of doing to you, as he had placed a blindfold around you.
You hadn't expected to be suddenly flipped over, the cuffs allowing it with how he set them up apparently. He had almost completely stripped you, the only thing keeping you from being completely bare was the leather trap your dick was struggling against. It was certainly tight around you... And rather scandalous as it was so thin it went straight through your butt cheeks. You felt him mount the bed behind you. He sat so his boner was resting in between your cheeks. You inhaled deeply as you felt his warm hands rub over your back, squeezing your shoulders and just.. Roaming your body. He'd grind himself against you occasionally. You moved your hips, moaning quietly when his boner rubbed against you. You moaned loud and quick, his palm smacking against your ass quick and hard. You got the message. You think he was leaning over you now, his breathing had moved to right above you, his hands still roaming your body. He snappes the fabric of your socks, which he kept on you, against your thigh, pleased with the small yelp that left you. He spread your cheeks, the thin strap of the leather thong hardly covering your hole. He traced your hole with a finger, and he made pleased quiet clicks when your hole quivered at the touch. His fingers teased you, slipping into your ass then out again, rubbing it and the like. You choked out a surprised moan, wriggling when his tongues were suddenly inside you. His arms were under your legs, his hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. You have him those sweet, muffled moans as he ate out your ass. His tongues rubbed along your walls and stratched you in such satisfying ways.
Slow and deep, that was how he was fucking you right now. Slow and fucking deep. His lower hands wer rubbing your thighs, his mouth trained on your neck and shoulders, leaving bruises wherever it struck, his body against yours as he trapped you to the bed. His dick was throbbing inside you, and was hitting your deepest areas, easily rubbing against your prostate, sending you into a fit of wriggling and keening, moaning as he slid back out only to stroke your good spot again. He never sped up, no. He savored your long moans and high pitched keens as he fucked you like this. The tentacle that was inside your mouth removed itself, now latching itself to your nipple, making you squeal at the sudden pang of pleasure. Another tentacle found your other nipple, both nipples now being stimulated and hardened. Even after being hardened, the tentacles didn't stop sucking and rubbing you nipples, kicking them into sudden over sensitivity. "How do you feel, Little Lamb?" Slender asked you in a husky whisper. You couldn't form words. Your mouth was hung open, drool practically a waterfall out your mouth, your tongue sticking out your mouth whenever he reentered you, loud moans filling whatever room you were inside of. He chuckled, the deep gravely sound making you shiver as he gently kissed the back of your neck as he sheathed himself back inside you again, "Hmm.. Good boy". Your hole squeezed around his cock, you moaning at the pressure, your body tensing as you felt him continue at the same pace despite how tight you had gotten. Your stomach tensed as an orgasm built.
You were stuffed, full of more than you could hold. Yet he was still fucking into you, he was still forcing more orgasm onto you, your dick now sore and sensitive, your nipples still being sucked on and rubbed by his slick tentacles. His cum was leaking out of you with every roll of his hips against yours. "Mmm, you have been such a good boy, little Lamb.. Such a good little thing for me.." He spilled into again, you moaning at the new hot wave spreading through you. The blindfold was removed from your head, and so were the cuffs keeping your wrists bound. His hands were rubbingbyour shoulders and sides, sliding over your stomach too, and your stomach, you looked, was bigger than the night before. You whimpered at how big it was. You exhaled with force, feeling Slender's mouth on the back of your neck, pecking it with deep but gentle kisses. You blinked gasping as you realized you were in a different bed and different room. He hugged you, one hand sifting through your hair, and his face buried into your neck, where he inhaled deeply, purring at how sweet you smelled with his essence mixed with your scent. He kissed you again before removing himself from you and covering you up. You were apparently clean. He made sure you were comfortable, before grabbing your chin and kissing your lips. "I will be right back, Little Lamb.." And in a flash of twisting black,, he was gone...
You settled into the bed, easily getting warm, finding stuffed animals litering it you could snuggle with. The room was dark, but not completely, with the moonlight filtering through the cracks of the window draps. Noises of night stalking animals echoed through the forest and into the window, coupled with the gentle nightly breeze and how tired you were from being fucked out, sleep easily encumbered you..
And off to sleep you drifted... Soon accompanied by his bloodied body after a good night's hunting and feasting.
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sister-lucifer · 7 days
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Man Up: A Preview
T4T Tim Wright/Masky x Transmasc!Reader
CW: force masc, degradation, use of homophobic language (i.e. sissy, pansy), generally mean, pissed off dom Tim
“I don’t wanna see you in any of that pansy shit ever again, do you fuckin’ hear me?”
“Tim, please…!” You whimper, grabbing his wrist and weakly trying to free yourself from his grip. 
“I asked you a question, boy. Do you hear me?” 
You nod as best you can, frantically attempting to placate him. 
“Y-Yes, yes! I hear you, okay?! Let go…!” 
He debates the order for a moment, ultimately deciding to concede. He releases his grip on your face, but doesn’t back up. He leans down to speak into your ear, his breath warm on your delicate skin. 
“You’re a man now. You’re gonna stop acting like a fuckin’ sissy. No more skirts, no more lace, no more of that shit I know for a damn fact you hate wearing. It’s for your own good.”
You open your mouth to argue, but you can’t force out any words. The humiliation of this ordeal is making your throat clamp shut. You didn’t think Tim had noticed. How stupid you must be for being so obvious. 
“…I’m sorry,” is the only response you can manage, a little whisper of regret. You keep your gaze trained on the floor, too afraid to look up at Tim. Even now, he thinks, you’re cowering. Pathetic. 
“Let me tell you what you’re gonna do, boy,” He says, placing two hands on your shoulders and squeezing a bit, “You’re gonna take off that frilly ass outfit. All of it. You’re gonna strip down nice and naked, then you’re gonna lay on that bed and wait for me to get back. I’m not done with you.”
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mythicalmyles · 3 months
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Nerd!Toby xJock!Male!Reader x Nerd!Cody
Noncon/cheating/threesome/camera/drugging/blackmail/degradation/needles/
Your room mate set you on edge, he looked like a nerd but he had an aura around him. You were always doing what you could to not be in when he was, you were sure he knew you were avoiding him. When you did bump into him his cold brown eyes would be set on you, it wasn’t the tic’s or cracks that bothered you. He seemed dangerous.
When your professor had teamed you up along with his equally creepy friend, you figured he still held his grudge from your prank last year. You didn’t bother fighting him, it would only result in nothing changing. He was incredibly stern, accepting nothing but the best.
That's how you ended up sandwiched between the two on the couch, you still had on your football kit. You pretty much came straight after practise hell bent on finishing the damned project as soon as possible. You felt surrounded, you guessed you were when you were stuck in between two males who had you beat on height and muscle. It boggled your mind, sure neither were on any teams. Yet they were both bulky.
Toby pushed his jet black glasses up his nose, expression as emotionless as ever. Both of them looked drained, their eyes holding many secrets.
“I-i guess we could do local history? There a lot around here.” Cody chuckled, lips tugging into a smirk. “Like all the people who disappear?” Your hair stood on end, keeping your own face blank as you kept looking at the paper in your hands. “Uhm-Yeah. We could do that.” You flinched when your voice cracked, breathing suddenly becoming a lot harder. You could feel your mouth drying up, swallowing down what you could you cleared your throat.
“Do you know someone who went missing?” You almost felt afraid of your own question, the air felt thick the second the words left your lips. Besides you Toby tensed up, Cody giggled. “I know somethings.” You didn’t push it, wishing you had bitten your tongue. You tugged on your shorts, your team colours glaring back at you.
Cody dropped his hand onto your thigh, your eyes doubled as you shot your head up to look at him. “You ever been fucked?” Your mouth dropped open, staring into his bright green eyes. “I-uh-a-.” You choked out, barley registering what he had just asked you. You went to grab his hand off of your thigh, a hand suddenly stopping you and reminding you of the other presence in the room.
Toby had large hands and no problem holding your wrist in place, laughing at your struggles to free yourself. You could feel panic rising in your chest, freezing as Toby grabbed your other wrist with his free hand. Toby kept your arms by your head, Cody's hands were quick to wedge under your knees, pulling your thighs up and apart. This was the smallest you had ever felt, blood running cold as the two pressed you between them.
You couldn't slow your thoughts fast enough to come up with any cohesive words, a mix of nonsense and begging plagued your voice. The two weren't even fazed by your begging, Cody going as far as to mock you by pulling an overexaggerated sad face before bursting into a fit of laughter. It sounded harsh, like you were the funniest person in the world. Cody ground against you, he thrust you hard enough to push you into Toby's chest. All you could smell was Toby, the scent of wood and dirt filling your nostrils along with something else unique to him. You tried to deny liking the smell, beginning to squirm again. Toby's grip on your wrists tightened, making you whimper and stop.
They were quick to take advantage of your frozen state, Cody’s cold hands running up your sides only stopping to rub circles around your nipples. Whines flew from your throat as sparks of pleasure began running through your body. “Big tough footballer moans when he gets his nipples played with?” Cody grinned, his teeth sharp as he grinned down at you.
You tried to deny it, trying to choke down the moans that wanted to spill out. Toby pulled your hands behind your back, pulling his belt off and tightly winding the broken leather over your wrists. "Th-this isn't funny." You choked out, tears threatening to spill over your lashes. Cody pulled off your shorts and boxers, throwing them off into a random direction.
You could feel your stomach burning, body shaking as Cody spread your legs. His dark green eyes ate you up, red hot shame flushing up your neck as the other stared openly at your most intimate area. Toby's hands moved to your chest, toying with your nipples. The moment your mouth opened Cody slipped three fingers down your throat. You choked on his digits as he began fucking you with his fingers, eyes focused on watching you as your drool dripped down your chin.
All you could do was whine, body twisting between the two men as pleasure rolled up through your spine. You felt helpless, trapped in between two of the creepiest men on the entire campus. Something about them was wrong, something not human about them.
You had thought they had something to do with the missing people, they appeared just before the first. Some had been found, cut to the bone. It had been horrific according to the sheriff who came onto campus to warn you of the dangers lurking through the once quiet town. “Keep him still.” Cody smirked, sharp eyes keeping you pinned in place without the need for Toby.
Cody rooted around in his bag, throwing random object out of the beaten duffle bag. The sight of the bag alone was enough to create knots in your stomach, convinced they were about to kill you. Cody turned back around, his eyes dark as he flashed you a needle. He made a show out of pushing the needle into the vial, eyes barely leaving you as you shook in Toby’s arms.
Cody’s hand was rough against your jaw, tilting your head to the side and ignoring your struggle as he pushed the needle into your skin. You couldn’t stop the whine that was torn from your throat, eyes scrunched shut as you felt the liquid shoot into your body. “Don’t worry baby boy, you’re about to feel real good.” He chuckled as panic flooded through your body before being wiped out by a heat flooding through your veins, cock twitching painfully hard. Toby’s fingers returned to your chest, hands grabbing your pecs and squeezing them. “Pretty tits.” Toby slurred into your ear, the sight of you melting down infront of them going straight to his cock.
You let out a loud sob when Toby began to twist your nipples, rolling the buds between his fingers. It felt unreal, waves of please going straight to your stomach. Whatever Cody had injected into you had sent your mind reeling, unable to comprehend any thoughts that few through your head. Cody slide two spit covered fingers into your hole, it felt uncomfortable at first. You weren’t use to the stretch but the drugs currently flowing through your system quickly outweighed the pain, toes curling as stars danced in your eyes. You broke down when Toby’s hands moved to grab your cock and balls, quickly cutting off the orgasm that almost smashed through you.
“N-ple-please!” You sobbed out, Cody’s fingers continuing their assault. “Not until we say so.” Toby’s voice had taken a dark note that left you shaking in his arms. His voice was laced with warning, a promise of something much worse. You tried to tell yourself that your eyes weren’t rolling into the back of your head because of his voice, biting your lip as you tried to shake the thoughts out of your head.
You fell back into Toby’s chest, the larger male easily wrapping around you. It felt smothering being trapped between the two, but you couldn’t deny you were loving every moment. You had always had dark fantasy’s, you’d thought that was how they’d stay. You wondered if Toby had caught you eyeing him, you couldn’t deny that when he was in your line of sight your eyes would always drop down to his snake bites. You always had wondered what other piercings he had, you’d counted at least over ten on his face alone. Cody was another story, he was always skulking about the chemistry lab. You’d caught his leering at your ass and thighs a few times, fighting the spark it sent through you. “I wonder how your little girlfriend would feel if she could see you now.” Cody’s tone was mean, a look you couldn’t describe on his face. He looked angry, but he was exuding smugness as he looked down at you.
It felt like a punch to your stomach being reminded of your girlfriend, you had only been with her for a week but guilt still clawed at your mind. A flash of light suddenly blinded you, forcing your eyes closed as they tried to recover. You whined as you opened your eyes, about to ask what the hell had just happened before horror filled you. Cody smirked down at you, his phone pointed directly at you. “N-no.” You choked out, convinced your life would be over if people saw that photo. “You be a good boy then.” Toby’s voice had that dark hint to it, another hidden promise.
You couldn’t believe how much your cock was leaking, eyes zeroed onto Cody’s cock. You barley had a moment to feel shame before fear flooded through your stomach, breathing picking up. He was the biggest you had ever seen, his cock was thick. You were astonished someone like him was packing so heavily, he looked like an incel. Yet here you were trapped between two of the biggest losers on campus, moaning like a whore as they violated you.
You wondered if Toby was similar, your thoughts were cut off by Cody spitting onto his cock. “I-it’s not gon-gonna fit.” You hated how small your voice sounded, quivering at the mere thought of Cody pushing his cock into you. The sound of a bottle cracking open snatched your attention, trying to turn your head to see the cause. Toby wrapped an arm around you, keeping you flush to his chest as he leaned back. You could feel his muscles moving against you, a whine slipping from your lips.
Both of them were bigger and stronger than you by miles, the idea that both could treat you like you weighed nothing had your thighs clenching around Cody’s hips. Cody lubed himself up generously, your panicked eyes watching as he twisted his hand around his cock. Preparing it to slide into your hole. Tears pricked your eyes in anticipation, unaware of Cody’s eyes glued to your face. Enjoying the worried look on your face as you looked down at his cock. “You’re gonna take it.” Was all the warning you had gotten before he pushed into you, your mouth dropped in a silent scream as you arched your back. You felt yourself choking as Cody finally slide into you, flopping back against Toby. You could feel your entire body shake as Toby slide deeper, the sound of lube squelching inside of you sending heat soaring to your cheeks.
Cody didn’t stop until he had buried himself into you, his stomach pressing against your cock. Tears freely fell down your cheeks, mouth dropped open as you gasped for air. You felt full, too full. Cody’s hands roughly grabbed your face, pushing you to look into his eyes. “So fucking pretty.” Cody muttered out, the compliment went straight to your cock.
Once your breathing had calmed you felt Cody pull out, you couldn’t help but moan as you felt him slide out. He kept his head inside of you, he didn’t leave your mind much time to catch up before he snapped his hips and buried himself back into you. You felt your nails dig into your arms, the belt chafing your skin as you were thrust into. You didn’t notice you had started babbling, moaning as you were fucked by another guy for the first time. He felt like he was slamming into your stomach, it was all too much for you to handle. “S-s’goo-ood f-Ah!” You whined out as his cock slammed into your prostate, it wasn’t long before you felt your first orgasm slam into you. You all but shrieked, white clouding your vision as you finally came. “Such a nau-naughty boy.” Toby whispered into your ear, his arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you in place for Cody.
You tried to babble out an apology, voice catching when Cody began fucking you at a pace that couldn’t be human. Any apology you had for Toby was dead on your tongue as you broke down into a moaning mess, body trying to twist in Toby’s arms. All he did was hold you tighter, trying to keep you still.
Suddenly Cody stopped his thrusts, pulling you to his chest as Toby undid your binds. You lay your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders as you sobbed into his hoodie. It smelled like death, it was hard to think too much of it when Cody began fucking you in your new position. You almost squealed as your overstimulated hole was abused further, drool dripped down your face, soaking into his hoodie. “I think we keep this pretty puppy.” Cody’s arms tightened around you, you tried not to show how his words turned you on but your spine stiffened up. “Yo-you like tha-a-that, huh?” You shook your head, burying your face farther into Cody’s sweater.
Toby’s hands moved to hold your hips, Cody leaving you sitting on his lap as his hands slid to your ass. You let out a pathetic cry when Cody slid both of his middle fingers in along side his cock. “T-too much!” You cried out as you shook, feeling Cody’s muscles ripple against you as he fingered you. His cock felt like a huge weight in your stomach, leaving you pinned down against him. You knew you probably looked a mess, tears, snot and drool decorating your face.
You barely registered him pushing another two fingers into you, Toby’s thumbs rubbing against your hips. “Such a pretty little bitch.” Toby pressed his lips against the back of your neck, his teeth pressing into your skin. You felt yourself whimper, feeling Toby break the skin. He lapped up your blood, groaning at the taste. “I can-can-n’t wait.” Toby huffed out impatiently, Cody’s fingers pulled out of you. You heaved out a sigh of relief before your panic was renewed by the feeling of Toby’s cock pressing against you hole.
Before you could beg them not to you felt Toby push into you, you fell boneless between them. Your teeth tore into Cody's hoodie, your drool soaking his shoulder. Toby muttered about how much of a good boy you were, his face pressing into your back. Toby wasted no time in bottoming out inside of you, you felt their chests heaving at either side of you. Your body shook uncontrollably, Toby's strong arms wrapped around your chest while Cody's hands dug bruises into your hips.
Toby pulled you away from Cody, taking the brunt of your weight and relishing in the cry the feeling of their cocks inside of you tore out. You were reduced to a whimpering mess, tears rolling down your cheeks as you were stuffed beyond your limit. Both of their cocks rubbed against your prostate with every movement, Cody rocked your hips a few time and your second orgasm washed over you. You wailed out as Cody ground you down onto them, their cocks wrapped up tight inside of you. You wondered if they could even move.
You could feel lube and precum dripping out of you and down your thighs, you shuddered at the sticky feeling. Cody suddenly grabbed your hair, forcing you to look down at your stomach, your eyes doubled. "You see that, pretty boy? That's our cocks, stuffing your tummy full." Cody giggled when he pressed down on your stomach, high pitched whines falling from your lips.
Sweat dripped down your face and back, body pushed past it's limits. Cody grabbed his phone again, leaning back so he could get a picture of his cock wrapped up snug inside of your ass along with the bulge in your stomach. You really hoped they'd keep to their word. He took a few different pictures, his free hand sliding up your stomach and to your nipples. He rolled the bud between his fingers as he filmed you, he bit down on his lip, the tears that dripped down your face really did it for him.
He knew by your broken sobs they'd pushed too hard and fast but it was worth it, to destroy you for anyone else but them. You had caught Toby's eye first, his eyes always quick to find you whenever you were on the field playing soccer. He figured you were one of the dumb jocks that he so violently hated, but instead of picturing ways to kill you, thoughts of you on your knees would flood his mind. When he found out you were roommates he was thrilled, waiting for you to fall into a peaceful slumber before sneaking into your room to watch you.
He couldn't believe they had you twitching inbetween them torn between begging for more and for them to stop. They ignored you, fucking you to their content. You always had one of them inside of you, lube helping them slide against each other as they battered your insides. You barley reacted when another orgasm tore through you, barley producing cum. It was painful and you didn't know how much more you could take.
You felt their thrusts get sloppy, you tried to squeeze yourself tight around them, hoping to aid their oncoming orgasms. Toby growled as he bit into your shoulder, his teeth easily breaking the skin. Cody wrapped his free hand around your neck, spilling inside of you not long after Toby. Cody fell backwards and you went with him, whining as his cock moved inside of you. Toby's cock had slipped out and he stood up, his neck cracking. "I gu-guess we got a n-new pet." Your tired eyes stared warily at Toby, a huge smirk slapped across his face.
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Hi!! I have brain rot over killer men again
Recently got a tattoo and it got me thinking about more body mods and junk, how about a tattoo artist male reader (or gn) with a bunch of black work tattoos and piercings with eyeless jack and toby? And do you think they would be willing to get some work done by reader?
Also gonna take ur advice about naming anons, im the one that requested the last eyeless jack stuff, just gonna put this lil guy when it's me!
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At this point if you're not having brain rot over killer men, what are you doing lol
Thank you so much for requesting!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Creeps with a tattoo artist!reader
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Ticci Toby
Hehe he likes tattoos
He often traces the designs of the tattoos with his fingers when you cuddle
Sometimes he'll find a new one he's either never seen before, or you just got done
And when that happens he likes to just spend some time admiring the craftsmanship
He also likes to watch you add the lotions and protective plastic to it
It's very satisfying to him
As for piercings, he likes to know everything about them
"Did it hurt? How long did it take? Did they give you painkillers?"
He has some piercings of his own, hes got double earlobe earrings and a septum ring, but that's about it
He's considered getting a tongue piercing for a while, but eventually he lost interest in the idea
If you wanted to give him a tattoo, hed most likely say yes
The only tattoos he has is the proxy symbol on his left shoulder, and a tiny little dolphin on the back of his neck
When asked why a dolphin, his response is "they're just so silly"
He tends to get antsy having to sit still for extended periods of time, so it'll be difficult to tattoo him but he'd try his best
He'd most likely want it to be somewhere on his arms, because he wants to show your veautiful work off
He ends up having no free space on his arms from his constant asking for you to tattoo him
If you want to pierce him, that's when he starts to get more picky with it
The only areas he's ok with having pierced is his ears, eyebrows and nose
And even those have restrictions
Give him an industrial piercing and he'll love you forever
Eyeless Jack
Jack doesn't have any piercings or tattoos (other than the proxy tattoo) but he loves how they look on you
Every intracate line, the smoky blending
Sometimes if he wants to tease you, he'll flick your earring just to hear the clink
He did used to have gauges when he was younger, but eventually they shrank and he just didnt feel like keeping up with them
Who knows, maybe if you ask nice enough he'll let you stretch them out again
If you wanted to tattoo him, he'd definetly be picky with it
He's only interested in certain things, and only on certain areas
For example, he only wants big pieces
Like full sleeve big
Like mural on his back big
And he won't let you get anywhere near him with the needle anywhere below his waist, or above his neck
And piercings are an almost definite no
He might like a nose ring
If he's feeling feisty
Your piercings drive him wild
If you have any lip rings, hoooh boy get ready
He looooves to kiss you and run his tongue over the cold metal
He likes to kiss your piercings too
He'll kiss you on your eyebrow, nose, ear
Anywhere he can get his lips, really
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Eyeless Jack x m!Reader Pt. 2
(A/N i didn’t reread this at all so sorry if something doesn’t make sense. that’s usually the case ha)
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Shivering even under the thick blanket, you run your fingers over the sore scar tissue. Part of you is scared if you move wrong or press too hard the skin will split open and stain your sheets. Maybe he smells blood. Like a shark.
Freak, you think to yourself.
A sudden knock at your door makes you jolt and freeze up in pain. You yell at whoever’s at the door to wait a moment as you pretty much fall off the couch to tug some clothes on.
Your hand pauses over the doorknob for a stiff moment. What if you open it and he’s there? Will he take your other kidney? Or maybe your liver this time. Forget shark, is this guy a zombie? You force yourself to open the door.
“Hello, dear. How are you?”
You relax against the frame and smile tiredly at the woman.
“Hey Miss Zhao. I should be asking you that.”
She shuffles past you to set a casserole dish on the table next to the door.
“Oh, I’m alright. Jack is good company, you know.”
“Jack?” You echo, folding your arms against your chest- subtly wincing in pain as the movement pulls on the raw skin. “Is that the new neighbor? I saw them in the lobby the other day, I think.”
Miss Zhao laughs and waves her hand.
“No, not them.”
Your brow burrows but the smile doesn’t drop from your face until a figure steps into view behind the stout woman. Your side aches at the sight.
He has the nerve to casually wave at you.
You stutter as Miss Zhao says something about feeding time and goes back to her room, leaving you with the very thing that’s been haunting you like a ghost.
“Hey,” he greets.
“Wha-“ Is all you allow yourself to say before promptly slamming the door shut. You stand there for a few moments, half expecting the man to open it and thrust a knife at you. But he never does, and the door stays firmly shut. You find yourself glaring at the poor wood before stomping away.
A nice shower, you think. Thats exactly what I need.
You strip yourself of what little clothes you were wearing. Grumbling, you pivot to the bathroom hallway and come to an abrupt halt. There he stands, hands in his pockets. How is that even fucking possible?
You stare at each other in silence before his head tilts down not-so-subtly.
“Nice,” is all he says.
It takes you a moment to realize this masked murderer that literally took one of your organs the other week is currently scrutinizing you.
“FUCK you!” You cross your arms over your chest which is about all you can do at the moment. “What the hell do you want? My other one?”
“Not today.” He frees one of his hands to point at you. “How is it? The scar.”
You subconsciously reach down to mess with the puckered skin.
“Fine, no thanks to you.”
“It is thanks to me, actually.”
“What?” You hiss.
“Well, it was me that fixed you up instead of leaving you to bleed out on the floor like a hog.” He shrugs his broad shoulders.
“Ugh, right,” you rub a hand down your face, exasperated, “the tub. The damn ice. What the hell even was that? Who does that?”
“Do you really want to know why I took it?”
“You’re a psychopath that won’t even show his face. My guess? You’ll be caught as soon as next week.”
The man does that stupid quiet laugh again and lowers himself onto your plush sofa.
“Kick up your feet why don’t you! Make yourself comfortable. Actually, get the fuck out.”
He folds his hands in his lap like he’s about to have a very nice conversation with your mother “I think I’ll stay.”
You’re about to snap at him again, start yelling, maybe throwing things, but you choke on the words as you remember exactly who you’re about to lash out at. This man who is obviously stronger, faster, and smarter than you (and has no problem proving it) is giving you little to no options. Part of you doubts he would hurt you again, but what’s stopping him? Nothing.
So you bite your tongue and simply glare. After hesitating a few moments longer you turn away to go take your well needed shower.
Jack pulls out his (untraceable, courtesy of a ffffffffriend) phone once you round the corner. His mouth twitches in annoyance at the messages on the cracked screen.
B:
wya?
B:
wyd
B:
you ar not supplied to be out today
supposed
Jack:
ben
B:
ohhhh i get it
B:
its that guy
Jack:
ben
B:
dont worry ill keep your secret
Jack feels the need to have eyes to roll as he slips the device back into his pocket. God forbid that kid keep his thoughts to himself.
“So, I should call the cops. Right? That’s what I should do.” Is what you tell the man relaxing on your couch once you face him again. He looks over at you and you almost shiver at the sight of the goo slowly sliding down the blue face.
“Sure.”
“You’re really confusing, you know?”
“Ha.”
Your eye twitches in annoyance before you give up, heaving a heavy sign and taking a seat in the recliner beside the couch. Your hand absentmindedly wanders to caress the puckered skin of the healing wound.
“Let me see.”
“Huh?”
“The stitches. I can take them out now.”
You eye the man on your couch warily. What is this guy, some kind of doctor?
“You want to…take the stitches out.” You parrot. He nods and stands from his seat and push yourself further into the chair the closer he gets, like a picky child that’s being fed peas.
“You want them out. They’re itching.”
“Are you a doctor or something?” You snap out your previous thought causing him to stop in his tracks. You spot his hands twitch before he stretches his fingers out.
“I know what to do,” Is his reply.
Really, what other choice did you have? Going to the hospital to get undocumented stitches out would raise a few questions…not to mention you’d never be able to pay for it.
“…Fine. But I’ll catch you in the nuts the second you do something funny.”
“Noted.”
You gasp as he grabs you and pulls you up and then a second later you’re laying on your stomach on the couch. You can’t even spit out a retort when he tugs your shirt up to get better access. The cold leather against your bare skin causes you to squirm for a moment before a hand is holding itself against your back.
“Stay still.”
“You-“
He must sense your coming fit and slips his hand to lay gentle but firm across the back of your neck. Words die on your tongue as you go lax like a kitten that’s just been picked up by its mum.
“Whatever…”
You feel his hands poking and prodding before the tug of stitches being cut.
“Is it even ready?” You ask the man who is currently leaning over you on his knees like you’re on an actual operating table.
“It is.”
“But are you sure? If it isn’t healed-“
“It’s healed.”
“You love cutting me off!”
“Hush.”
You resist the urge to kick him in the face.
After a few minutes of silence he leans away, running his fingers across your skin.
“Done?” You crane your neck.
“Yeah.”
“This isn’t very sanitary. I should-“
You sit up and turn to look at him but pause at the sight of his hands retracting. The color makes you gasp and almost fall off the couch to grab him.
“What the fuck?” You hold his arm and push up his sleeve to see more of the man’s skin as he simply watches you basically feel him up.
“I don’t get a lot of sun.”
You glare at him for the joke.
“This is…so weird.” You release him and scrub a hand down your face as you relax into the couch. He takes a seat next to you like you’re two friends catching up. “What’s wrong with you?”
You close your eyes and wish your mouth had been sewn shut instead of your side but he huffs out a laugh and you look at him almost timidly.
“Shit, I didn’t mean- I mean I did but like- okay, I’m done.”
“It’s a long story.”
“Oh yeah? An interesting one?” You lightly pry. Whatever happened for him to look the way he does- for him to be some kind of kidney-stealing grey skinned freak has to be more than ‘oh yeah I got the flu real bad once.’
“Hm…maybe.”
“Are you…gonna tell me? I feel like I’m entitled at this point.”
Jack folds his arms and you hear him hum in (probably fake) contemplation.
“I’ll tell you…once you trust me.”
“Trust you?” You gape at him in disbelief. “Why would I- you tried to kill me!”
“No I didn’t.”
“Then what the hell was this?!” You gesture toward your scarring angrily.
“Not enough to kill you. I could have, though.”
Your mouth clicks shut at the new tone in his voice. Dangerously territory, this conversation. So you drop it.
“Okay. Fine. So…what’s with the goo?”
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