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mouschiwrites · 5 months

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Creepypasta/MH - Little Things They Do To Show Their Love

Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Nina the Killer, Clockwork, Brian/Hoody, Jane the Killer

Tim/Masky

When it’s cold out, he always gives you his coat

Before you even start to shiver, he’s shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around you

It smells like cigarettes and coffee, but it's very toasty

As he puts it on he rubs your arms, trying to warm you up

If it’s extra cold he’ll put his arm around your shoulder as well

He won’t say a word though, he’ll just do it in silence

If you point it out he looks away bashfully

His cheeks go a little red and he mutters:

“Yeah. Don’t mention it.”

When you go back inside he lets you keep the jacket

(for now...)

It makes him happy to see you wearing it; it makes him feel like he’s providing for you :)

Eyeless Jack

He makes sure you’re fed & hydrated

Whenever you’re out together, he always buys you something to eat

Even if it’s just a little snack

He loves buying you your favorite food and surprising you with it

He knows all your likes and dislikes; he never gives you anything you won’t eat

Same with drinks

Though he usually just gives you a glass of water

He won’t pressure you to eat/drink though

He’ll just hand it to you with the expectation that you’ll get to it eventually

He might remind you that it’s there if you haven’t touched it in a while

“Hey, your food is in the bag on the counter. You can microwave it if it’s too cold.”

He just likes to know you’re healthy and hydrated, it makes him feel relaxed

Nina the Killer

Whenever you’re in public, she’s always touching you in some way

She prefers to be holding hands with your arms linked

She also likes locking pinkies if you’re not that into PDA

If your hands are occupied, she’ll just put her hand in the crook of your elbow

If her hands are occupied too, she walks shoulder-to-shoulder beside you

If you’re out together and you’re not touching, it doesn’t feel right

It makes her a little worried

“Y/n, is there anything wrong? Did I do something?”

Physical touch is her main method of communicating affection, so she feels blocked out when she can’t touch you

It’s also her way of showing people that you’re together

Not in a jealous way though; more in a “look at my partner!! Aren’t I lucky?” way

Clockwork

She sends you pictures of things that remind her of you

She isn’t materialistic enough to bring them to you (unless you ask), but she just likes to show them to you :)

A cool leaf, a pretty flower, a shirt, it could be anything

Sometimes it’s something weird like a dead wasp or small animal

“Saw this and thought of you <3”

Even if it’s weird, she never means it backhandedly

She’s always doing it out of affection

She genuinely does spend a lot of time thinking about you, so this is her way of showing it

The smallest of things reminds her of you, and she wants to let you know

Though she usually won’t give the object to you, she might hold onto it herself

Not forever; just until she finds something else that reminds her of you

She frequently has a pebble or something in her pocket for this purpose

She’ll pull it out when she wants to be reminded of you again

Brian/Hoody

He watches you

Not in a stalker way (though I might argue that he does that too)

When you’re together, he pays close attention to your body language

He uses it to discern your current wants/needs

Like if you’re at a party and you start to look a little bored/uncomfortable, he notices immediately and comes up with an excuse for you guys to leave

Or if you look anxious, he’s ready with a distraction for you

“Let’s not stress ourselves out. How about we watch your favorite show?”

He knows all your physical tells; he can read you like a book

Even when you’re verbally denying it, he knows you better than that

Sometimes he even catches things before you’re aware of them yourself

He gets cocky about it sometimes

He’s not trying to be condescending, he’s just really proud that he’s able to help you like that

Jane the Killer

She kisses your hand

It’s a greeting, a goodbye, and everything in between

She’ll reach over, grip your hand gently, and bring it to her lips

Sometimes it’s a quick peck, sometimes it’s a tender and soft kiss

It's usually when she's feeling especially adoring that she kisses you more tenderly

If she's feeling a little goofy she'll bend down in a low bow and say:

"My lady."

Either way, she can’t go long without giving your hand a smooch

It starts as a show of affection, but it quickly becomes a habit for both of you

When you meet, you’re both holding out your hands already for your little ritual

Same thing for when you’re saying goodbye, or when there’s a moment of quiet

It’s not too excessive, but it is pretty often

Thank you so much for reading! Take care lovelies <33

(divider by saradika)

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mythicalmyles · 11 months

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double pen + breeding + somno + dubcon + size difference literally doesnt matter who just no minors 🥺 pretty please with a cherry kn top

Masky x Hitchhiker!Reader x Hoodie

amab male reader

(Noncon/dubcon, double pen, breeding, size difference, overstimulation, drugging, pet play, video taping, use of the word pussy)

You blew air through your nose as the fourth car passed you, you flopped your arm down to your side and kicked a rock. If you’re idiot friends hadn’t spent all day arguing you wouldn’t have had to walk off on your own. You crossed your arms angrily glowering at the road, cursing everyone you had ever known as you leaned against the gas stations fence..

You looked upto see a truck making its way down the road. Anxiety fluttered through your stomach but your desperation outweighed your brains and you stuck your arm out. You doubted you would turn out like the others. It slowed down next to you and you fought off your anxiety.

A rather large man came hopping out of the side, his dark brown hair flopping down over his face. He had a angry scar streaked across his eye, his eyes were cold and held something dark and twisted inside of them. He had tanned skin and a scruffy beard hiding his jaw, he was almost twice your size and you couldn't help but shrink under his direct stare. "Hop in." Was all he said as he walked past you, you thought a smirk tugged at his lips but you shook it off as your tired eyes playing tricks.

"Tha-.." You drawled off but he was already pushing open the door to the bathroom. You swallowed down your nerves and made your way to the door, another man with his hands on the wheel. "Uhm, Hi." You choked out as you pulled yourself up, struggling with the height of their truck. You suddenly felt a hand twist into your jumper and you were yanked up, falling into his shoulder.

You jumped back and began frantically apologising to him, embarrassment taking hold of you. "You're fine." His voice wasn't as rough as the others and despite the fact you would be stuck in a truck with two men who were twice your size, one you knew could pick you up without breaking their stoic face.

You both sat in silence for a few moments as you looked at your lap. "Brian." You visibly jolted when his voice broke through the silence, eyes snapping to him. You stared at him for a moment before quickly choking out your name. Brian's lip tugged up, you seemed like you would be a good boy for them. After all, they had went out of their way to pick you up.

The other guy suddenly appeared, throwing himself onto the seat and slamming the door behind him. You tried to steady your breathing as you were pressed up against both of them, anxiety clawed at your mind as any chance of escape was cut off. You quietly gulped down some air as Brian began driving. "Names Tim, what's yours?" You snapped your gaze upto him. "Oh, uhm yeah sorry my names (Name)."

You felt scared looking into his eyes so you stared out the window, looking out into the night sky. "Want a drink?" Tim held a bottle out to you, you could feel the back of your throat cracking so you gladly accepted the bottle. You handed it back to him and he just threw it to the bottom of the car.

Brain eventually turned the radio on, playing softly in the background. The heat of the truck combined with being sandwiched between two large men had your eyes beginning to flutter closed. You must've outdone yourself today, you figured that was the reason for the sudden inability to keep your eyes open.

You relaxed back against the seat, barley registering the hand that landed on your thigh. Masky smirked over to Hoodie, happy the sedative he had put into the bottle before stopping made quick work of you. "I think this time is different." Masky grinned, Hoodie nodded as he continued to drive.

Masky easily opened your legs, a small chuckling exhale being drawn from him when you let out a snore. He turned so he could pull down your jeans, easily manhandling you to get them off. You flopped back against the seat when he was done removing your close, still sound asleep despite Masky hitting your head off of the roof a couple of times.

Masky hit the storage compartment and it flung open, he threw out all the papers inside and grabbed out a bottle of lube. "At least that sleaze was handy for something. He died too quick for my liking." He pulled one of your legs between his, making sure you couldn't pry yourself away. He lubed up three of his fingers and without warning pushed two into you.

You shot up with a moan, shocked drowsy eyes staring at Masky in surprise. He wrapped his arm around your neck, cutting off your breathing. Since the truck was automatic Hoody pulled one of his hands from the steering wheel, hooking it under the thigh closest to him and helping Masy keep them pried open.

You whimpered in Masky's hold, choking out moans through sealed lips as his fingers rammed into your prostate and stretched you open. You squealed and twisted in their hold when Masky pressed a third finger into you, tears dripping down your cheeks and they tore you apart. Neither of them seemed to care about your fingernails that had embedded into their flesh, your sobbing moans only seemed to make them act up more.

Masky didn't waste much time in stretching you open, pulling his digits out with globs of lube chasing them. You whined as you felt the goo drip down your ass. "Ple-please stop it." You choked out when Masky's hand moved from your throat, he pulled you into his lap completely ignoring your words. "Whatcha say Hoodie? We fuck this cute little puppy nice and full of cum? He's so tiny, so easy to move" Masky's voice was cruel and you hated the way your cock twitched with reaction.

"Don-don't you dare." You cried out, trying to get off of Masky's lap and only resulting in having your head slammed into the dashboard. His rough calloused hands grabbed your ass cheeks and pried them apart, you buried your head into your crossed arms as you lay across the dashboard.

"Ah-Shit. N-no!" You cried out when his tongue suddenly licked a stripe across your hole. His hands dug into you, rugged nails scraping your flesh as he suddenly pushed his tongue into you and began fucking you with it. "Oh, no, fuck!" You choked out, sobbing into your arms. You barley even registered yourself beginning to grind back onto his tongue, whimpering as your body shook with pleasure.

"What a good boy, just lie there and take it." Hoodie's voice made you whine and your body twitch, you turned to see him watching you from his peripheral. You had almost forgotten about it existence and hot shame flooded you, you didn't have much time to dwell before you were yanked back against Masky's chest. You tried to fight him but he pulled his cock out of his jeans, watching it hit up against yours.

You let out a loud panicked yelp as you began fighting him harder, you could feel his cock sliding between your thighs and against your own cock. He felt really heavy, and he was really big. You didn't think they could get that back, it would've impressed you if you knew it wasn't about to split you open.

"Please dont." You begged shaking your head. "It wont fit." You whimpered out, Masky pulled your legs upto your chest. He made sure you could see his thick cock catch against your hole, you sucked in a breath of air when he wrapped his hand around his cock and began pressing into you.

"N-No! Am-A-" You cut yourself off with a strangled moan as he buried his cock into you, you freely sobbed in his lap as you tried to cope with the overwhelming feeling of being stretched beyond belief. He began grinding up into you, his cock rubbing against your prostate and making you curl your toes.

You looked down at your stomach, eyes doubling when you noticed the bulge in your stomach. Your mouth dropped open as your hoarse voice cracked out, in strangled gasps. You didn't notice the truck veering off to the side and stopping. Hoodie pulled his camera out of the side department, quickly turning it on and turning it onto you. "C'mon Masky, I want a better shot." His voice caught your attention and you felt your heart skip a few beats when you came eye to eye with a camera.

You began shaking your head but Masky's hand slapped over your mouth, turning sideways and leaning against the door so Hoodie could get a good view. You didn't bother begging them to stop, not when you could barley even string a sentence together instead your words were drowned by moans. Masky easily bounced you on his lap, groaning as you tightened around his cock.

"Such a good puppy for me, so good. You gonna take all the cum i give you and be my good little cum dump." You whimpered as his words shot through your stomach, leaving a fire burning in its wake.

It took Masky a couple more thrusts before you were wailing as you clenched hard around his cock, whining as he continued fucking your sensitive hole at the same pace. "N-No mor-e!" You cried, body beginning to drip with sweat.

"Room for one more? I wanna breed this cute little pussy too." You couldn't even feel it in you to whine with your shame, letting out small moans as Masky readjusted you both and Hoodie came between your spread legs. You looked up at him with fear in your eyes, he grinned down at you as his hands wrapped around your knees. He yanked them up, ignoring your wailing as Masky's cock moved inside of you. "No, I-can't." Your voice was high, body twitching with overstimulation.

You broke down into full blown sobs when Hoodie's cock began sliding into you alongside Masky's, once Hoodie had fully sheathed his cock inside of you, you lost your voice. Cracks instead leaving your throat as they both fucked into you, never leaving you empty.

You leaned back against Masky's shoulder, staring into Hoodie's camera. Pleasure tore you apart, their cocks stretching you further then you could ever think you would. "Think we keep this little puppy we found? Think our slutty little puppy can go back to normal cock after this?" Hoodie chuckled, deep ragged breathing as you swallowed up his cock, lube squelching inside of you.

Snot and tears dripped down your face, your hands too tied into their clothing to bother wiping any of it away. Neither Hoodie or Masky cared, they liked you better like this. Whining like a good bitch, stretched around their cocks. "Do-don't worry though, we'll take go-good care of you." Hoodie growled out, burying his head into your neck and biting down on your shoulder.

You had no doubt he was going to leave teeth marks embedded into your flesh with how hard he bit down, you felt your eyes twitch close against despite being ready to cum again. You bounced between conscious and unconscious as they had their ways with you. It was downright filthy, getting picked up and railed by two truckers. Yet it unlocked something deep inside of you, loving the way their cocks stretched you beyond your limit. The way their rough, scarred hands ran over your body, tweaking your nipples and grabbing at your flesh.

It all felt like too much, you tightened around the both of them, letting out one last scream as you came hard. You painted both you and Hoodie but he didn't care, his thrusts picking up as he began to lose it.

You felt lost as they emptied their loads into you, thick cum filling up your insides and slipping out between their cocks. Hoodie continued to thrust gently into you, enjoying the pained look that flashed across your face.

He chuckled as he pulled back, pulling up his jeans but not bothering to fasten them. You felt confused when Masky didn't pull you off his cock, seeming content to sit with his arms wrapped around your waist. "If we wanna breed you properly, we can't waste any." He smirked as his hands began running over your stomach.

All you could do was whine with every bump on the road.

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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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Hai! how are you?

good? bad? idk?

i have an idea..

slender, toby, ben, jack, masky, hoodie, jeff, liu, jane and kate ( you can leave some out if you want to ) with a sweet s/o | golden retriver(?)/puppy but make it the embodyment of sunshine and clumsy (if u know mix between skz's felix and ateez's mingi vibe)| who fights for their food? literlly.

as soon as someone(anyone/anything) tries to take their food,plate it's on.

imagen, they invite their s/o to eat with the others and someone's like let me take your plate and they just full on takle them.

or jeff and y/n fighting over the last plate of sth and their partner trying to get them of him

bonus if the s/o usually doesn't like activities that take too much energy

You dont have to if you dont want to!

Hi! I’m going good thanks for asking! :) as much as I love Kate I actually don’t write for her sorry about that! I also have no idea who those people are so sorry if this sucks lol😅💞💞

Creepypastas with a Reader that’s got the personality of a golden retriever

Includes: Slender Man, Masky, Hoody, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Jeff The Killer, Homicidal Liu and Jane The Killer

Slender Man💖

Slender Man couldn’t keep up with your bright and happy attitude. He thought it was endearingly fascinating that someone could be so optimistic in a world like this

He knew how much you liked your food. He often had to pull you off other creeps within the manor because you playfully fought over food with them

With you being so wild and boisterous, Slender Man made it a habit to save plenty of leftovers for you. He then tucked you away with him in his big office, glad when he sees you finally unwind and enjoy a snack to yourself. He liked having quiet time with you this way

Masky💖

Your cheery and playful nature certainly wasn’t something Masky was used to (besides Toby’s annoying antics). He thought you were adorable though, and wanted to protect you at all costs

Had never moved so fast in his life when you jumped over the table and onto Jeff because he took away your food. Masky was worried you were gonna hurt yourself or get into trouble. So he leapt after you and yanked you off Jeff. You and him were just having fun though, acting like a pair of playful dogs

At the end of the day, Masky was gonna love you no matter how you were. He adored you, as you made his life 100% better and brighter. He also made sure to never take your leftovers

Hoody💖

Brian kinda matched your enthusiasm, but he wasn’t as gleeful as you were. He really enjoyed your company, always having plenty to talk about with you. Hoody tried to remain stone cold in front of the others, but your sweet nature always made him melt

Couldn’t believe how protective you were of your frigging food. You and him were chatting at the dinner table, when Masky came over to take your plate. Apparently you weren’t done eating, and shot out of your seat, towards the masked man. Hoody couldn’t help but giggle under his own mask, thinking you were adorably hilarious

He loved having you around. He was never bored when he was with you. Hoody was possessive of you at times, as you were pretty much the light of his life <3

Toby Rogers💖

Toby thought you were a riot! The two of you were always getting up to no good. Your energy matched his perfect and that made him crazy. Toby was obsessed; he had never met someone like you

He purposely took your snack away when you weren’t looking, excitedly waiting for you to notice. When you looked down and saw your food was gone, your eyes immediately locked on Toby. You launched yourself at him, playfully tackling him to the kitchen floor. Any creeps that walked in to grab their own snacks immediately walked back out, as they knew your play fighting always turned a bit graphic

Not only was Toby in love with you, you were also his best friend. Wherever you went, he followed. You and him were to paint the world red with your crazy shenanigans

BEN Drowned💖

BEN thought you were so fun to be around. He enjoyed your boisterous and playful nature very much. His favourite thing to do with you was play video games. You were a great gaming buddy

BEN secretly loved it when you play fought with the others over food. He was your cheerleader. He was also cooing over how cute you were. You really were like a little golden retriever puppy! BEN couldn’t get enough of your shenanigans

During your everyday life in the manor, expect BEN to be popping out of any tv screens, computers or even your phone. He checked in on you often, making sure you were going good. BEN was always eager too, hoping you would strike up a conversation with him. He could listen to you talk for hours

Eyeless Jack💖

Your hyper and cheery nature could be a little too much for Jack at times. He himself was very quiet and broody; your exact opposite. But don’t worry, he also thought you were super cute and sweet too

Jack could kind of get it when you got possessive over your food. Except the fact that what he ate was human organs, and what you ate was, you know… normal

You were so different from Jack, and that was what he liked about you. He adored you, and wanted you close always. And at a point in your relationship, your cheeriness and warmth was rubbing off on him. Jack was once aloof and gloomy, but now you couldn’t get rid of him. Not that you wanted to, you too were like a lovesick puppy

Jeff The Killer💖

Jeff thought you were annoying at first. He was an emo edge lord of the night while you were this bright, cheery, hyper puppy of a person. He didn’t believe he could ever like you

When Jeff saw you tackle Toby because he took away your food, he was very surprised. Watching the two of you laugh and playfully fight, tossing around against each other on the kitchen floor… it made something deep within him mad. Jeff was envious of Toby, and wanted to be in his position. Y’know, rolling around with you on the floor… you getting all dir-

Jeff was very, very possessive over you. Your light and cheerful innocence was all for him, nobody else was allowed to enjoy it anymore. He wanted to wrap your adorable little ways up tight and keep them for himself forever. Jeff craved to own you. He needed you as his pet

Homicidal Liu💖

Liu kinda liked your energetic, cheerful personality! You reminded him of the kids he would’ve hung out with if the stuff with Jeff never went down. He thought your presence was delightful, just sometimes intense

Like when you fought with his brother over food. Jeff thought it was funny taking away your snack, but you were like, it’s on. Liu actually quite enjoyed watching you wrestle each other. Until his brother started to hit on you, then Liu had to yank him off you. After shooing Jeff away, he protectively pulled you to his chest with a pout

Liu pretty much fell in love with instantly when you first met. He thought you were so cute. From your silly clumsiness, to your playful wit, he loved it all. You were his sunshine and he didn’t ever want you to be taken away

Jane The Killer💖

Jane was smitten. She loved your cheeriness and playful charm. You were so cute. Just like a golden retriever puppy! You made her heart flutter

To made sure there were no dramas, she made sure to hide food for you so nobody ate or stole it. She knew how riled up you could get over that. As cute as you were, you were a force to be reckoned with

Jane was always calling you pet names. Anything from darling, sweetheart, dear, sweetie, love… the list went on and on. She was just so glad to call you hers. You were always bubbly and affectionate, pulling yourself impossibly close to her at all times. Jane was quick to wrap you up into her chest, whispering sweet nothings into your ear

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kusagrasskusa · 6 months

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An Eye for an Eye, ‘Til the World goes Blind

Chapter 2- A Date

Intro, Cha1, Cha2, Cha 3, Cha4, (Other chapters since it takes to long to link everything lol)

Guys I PROMISE the next chapter is gonna be WAY more interesting!

It was strange how each time, the victims seemed to resemble her and her brother.

Y/N shuddered, wrapping her arms around her torso and leaning back in her chair. “Gosh, that’s scaring me haha,” she softly joked to herself, “it almost makes me feel like they’re looking for…” Her voice trailed off as she squinted out her dark window, seeing her reflection faintly. She watched stiffly as it almost looked like her reflection was moving, morphed even, ever so slightly.

She slowly pushed herself off her seat and stepped closer to the window. Her heart began beating heavily as she ambled forward and lifted her hands to feel the window. A whiteness suddenly became more visible around her reflection’s face that began to take a form of its own the closer she got. Dark spots, an outline of a tall body, and a white blank face. As soon as she realized there was a person- or a thing- outside her window, her head began to buzz as she stepped back in horror.

But by then it was too late, for its long arms reached through the window, grabbing her by the neck. The broken window cut her all over as it violently pulled her outside, its grip around her throat too strong for her to breathe, let alone scream. It began to tear at her flesh and rip her apart but there was nothing she could do as it

“Bah!” Y/N yelled out loud as she jolted her head off her desk, looking around her office. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she heaved, searching around the room for the monster that killed her. She turned her seat towards her window, seeing the curtains pulled over it and untouched. Her buzzing head made her groan in pain as she thought.

Was that all just a dream?

2:17, the clock in the corner of the computer screen read brightly. I must have fallen asleep, she thought as she leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. I must have seen too much death for a day.

After a quick shower, change of clothes, and the most needed sleep ever, the next day came. Finals were starting for her college classes before winter vacation- something she studied enough to understand and pass without much problem.

As she sat up from bed, Y/N pouted her lip tiredly and whimpered. “Just two more days,” she whispered to herself as she looked around her small bedroom. Images flashed of the events of last night in her head, replaying again and again questioningly. If that was a nightmare, which it was considering she didn’t really die, then when did she fall asleep?

As quickly as she got ready for bed, she got ready for the day. Wearing her cute new boots with fur, cute pants and shirt, along with her fluffy coat, she was ready to blow these next two days of finals away! And on special days when she needed an extra boost, she had a bus bring her to a coffee shop right down the street from her college.

She was lucky enough that the university was so close to her apartment building, let alone that it had the greatest coffee shop about 5 minutes away. The familiar smell washed her stress away as she stepped inside the little shop, seeing the regulars she’d seen so many times.

Finally, she thought as she sat down with her cup of coffee in her hand, sipping away at the lovely flavor. The cushions of the seats were soft and comfortable- and the smell and quietness of the place was perfect for her to get a little extra practice in before her finals.

The little bell above the door rang, alerting it had been opened. Mindlessly, Y/N glanced upwards at the arrival of a new customer before looking back at the little laptop that she brought- just to look back up at the man who walked in.

Brown hair with sideburns, and dark eyes that quickly encaptured her. He wore a thick, unzipped brown jacket over a red plaid flannel that was sticking out from the jacket, and regular blue jeans with work boots. He was rather attractive; although he appeared a little stressed from the seriousness of his face.

Y/N curved her lips into a sly smile, looking back at her computer as the man walked to the counter to order his coffee. She kept on glancing over at him; like a normal young girl, she couldn’t help but pay attention whenever she saw an attractive guy nearby. This guy was tall, broad, looked strong, and looked like a hard worker. Not to mention when he turned to face her with those deep, cold yet alluring brown eyes-

Lost in a daydream, she didn’t notice right away that the guy turned to look at her. “Oh,” she whispered, breaking her haze as she shook her head. Blush rushed to her face as she looked back at her little laptop. Okay, that was a little embarrassing, she thought to herself.

Moments later, she heard loud footsteps approach her in the familiar heavy sound of workboots. “Hey,” a deep voice said, “mind if I sit here with you?”

“Oh, um,” Y/N blushed more vibrantly, her apparent nervousness doing nothing to hide itself from plain sight. There was an attractive southern twang in his deep voice- something that made her stomach knot up and her chest warm and heavy as the sound blessed her ears. “Yeah, go ahead,” she smiled nervously.

He had a slight smile on his face as he sat down, a hot cup of coffee in his hand as he took a sip. “So,” he started, “what’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?”

“Heh heh, well, I have finals for my college today and tomorrow, so I’m just getting a little bit of practice in beforehand,” she explained, instinctively staring deeply into his eyes as her head hung a little low and her finger intertwined in her hair. “What’s a handsome guy like you doing ‘round these parts?”

“Just spendin’ some time on a business trip,” he looked to the side, his welcoming smile like a bright light: something directly in her eyes that she just couldn’t block out.

Something about the way he smiled and the way his eyes were; they were different. Alluring for sure, as well as handsome, but something felt misplaced in the comfort of the dark colors that looked back at her. His eyes held no life; yet, at the same time, they held an attractiveness. And his smile felt the same; lifeless, yet ingenuous. A weird paradoxical mix; one that she just couldn’t put her finger on and be completely sure about.

“Oh yeah? Where do you work?” She asked, breaking her eyes from his dark ones. As she did, she noticed how fast her heart was beating. How heavily her body tensed and pulsed.

Similar to the fight or flight response to danger, in a way.

“I’m an internet installer so I gotta move around a lot to help clients.” He dryly said, as if it was something that he wasn’t particularly interested in.

Y/N nodded her head lightly before taking another sip of her coffee. There was an awkward silence for a minute, where the two avoided eye contact and just drank their coffees.

“Say,” the man said, breaking the silence. “Since I’m new here, would you wanna show me ‘round sometime? I can give you my number if that’s all good for you.”

“Oh, of course, for sure!” Y/N smiled, nodding her head as she grabbed her phone from her back pocket and opened it. The good old Samsung Epic 4G (Sprint)- the 2010 version of the new iPhone 15, with a pull-out keyboard. She handed her phone to the man, who quickly input her number and sent himself a text.

She smiled widely as he handed her phone back, his soft smile making her chest feel all warm and heavy again. “So, what should I call you, stranger? I’m Y/N,” she said, taking another sip of her coffee to hide her childish smile. Like a middle school girl hiding her smile from her crush with her hand.

“Well, Y/N,” he started, taking the final sip of his coffee. “You can call me Tim.”

The bell rang as usual, citing the end of the first part of the finals. Y/N stretched her limbs as she stepped off the campus finally, a satisfied feeling running through her body knowing she was almost done with school for winter vacation. Although she’d likely spend her whole winter break focused on the LadyLane Massacres.

Her walk back to her apartment was like normal: quiet, iPod connected to her earbuds for music as she listened to the latest music of the era. Staind, Seether, Slipknot, Rhianna, Bruno Mars- all the good stuff.

Despite the time reading 6pm, it was already starting to get dark now that the cold weather had been coming in. The sun was barely hanging over the trees as she walked down the sidewalk near the wooded area, which cast her in darkness as the shades of the thickly placed trees covered her.

It somehow reminded her of the darkness of her room whenever she had that dream. How hasn’t she noticed the darkness crawl on her walls as she approached that monster outside?

Moreover, it made her think of the darkness in her room that she hadn’t noticed before as she was checking the images of the victims. Did all those girls really look like her? Or did her dream make them look that way?

The lights in that room were bright, so why does she remember seeing a trail of darkness every time she looked away?

Y/N winced, stopping in her tracks and placing her hand on her forehead. Damn, it felt like a bullet just shot her in the head with how bad a buzzing migraine just hit her out of nowhere. She closed her eyes tightly and whimpered silently in pain as she stumbled back. “Fuck,” she mumbled, as it began to pulse increasingly in powerful waves of pain.

It wasn’t like the area was particularly dangerous. Hearing a snap somewhere in the woods wouldn’t normally cause concern if there hadn’t been a sting on her back. The sting of when you know someone’s watching you.

How hadn’t she noticed that one either?

“Okay,” Y/N mumbled as she spun around, quickening her pace as she trailed forward and faster down the sidewalk. She scanned around the forest, to all sides around her, not seeing a single person or animal. “Why has today been so…”

A snap came from a branch in the woods. Y/N turned her head in that direction, seeing nothing but darkness in the forest. Maybe it was because her migraine had her vision blurry that she couldn’t see anything. But it’d make more sense for the blackness of the forest to blind her from whatever was out there.

But, the sun was just out a few seconds ago. How did it get so fucking dark so fast?

Her heart sped up as she turned all around her, noticing the darkness fall over the melted snow patched on the grass. The empty streets, bright street lamps, and nobody else in sight. Y/N gulped, feeling a sense of fight or flight rise in her body as she looked all around, cautiously stepping forward in a careful walk. Her lips parted as her breathing got heavier.

Eyes were stinging her from all around, and she could feel it. What the fuck was happening? She began to run in the direction of her home. Danger was all around and her senses could feel it.

The clicking of footsteps seemed to echo behind her.

That was probably the fastest she ever ran home. Slamming her apartment door behind her back as she ran in, she breathed heavily as her back slid against the door.

“What the fuck just happened?” she asked herself as she heaved. With a shaky hand, Y/N pulled out her phone to call her brother and tell him about the weird experience she just had. But as she went to pull up her brother’s contact, she couldn’t help but notice Tim had texted her.

Tim: Hey this is Tim btw. I just wanted to say u looked very pretty this morning.

Tim: If ur free tonight, would u want to get dinner?

Blush spread across her face as she read the texts, some of her frustrations melting away in an instant. Biting her lower lip, she pulled out the side keyboard and wrote back a response.

You: Yeah sure. What time?

Y/N stood up, taking off her shoes at the door and getting changed into something more comfy for the time being. Last night and the moments prior left her feeling a little nauseated. So, she walked into the darkness by a forest during the daylight, before getting a headache that made her close her eyes tight, suddenly it was nighttime, she felt a paranoia she had never felt, ran away, heard footsteps behind her- and all that after she started thinking about her nightmare and the cases?

Weird coincidence.

A sudden ding on her phone broke her from her daydream, pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind as she rushed to grab her phone.

Tim: If ur ready by 8:20, I can take u to this nice place I saw recently

Y/N looked at the time, reading 7:46 on the clock.

She could have sworn that almost 15 minutes ago, on her walk home, it was 6. How the fuck did an hour and a half pass during a 15-minute walk?

You: Sure :) Ill be ready.

Surely a nice time with an attractive guy will help clear her mind. Naively, like a normal girl her age, she just smiled and blushed as she reread his text again and again. She had 45 minutes to get ready for her new date! Sending over her address, and smiled as she jumped off the bed and ran to get ready.

And after her date, she’s gonna find out who had the audacity to follow her. She had access to more than her brother’s case info after all.

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1987vampire · 2 years

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Comfort for Nightmares | Poly!Proxies

Fandom: Creepypasta / Marble hornets Word Count: 724 Warnings: none, just panicking from a nightmare Request: Anonymous asked: So I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but I’ve been having problems sleeping, like I can’t sleep longer than a hour without waking up trembling from nightmares I can’t remember, literally frozen like sleep paralysis but I’m wide awake frozen in fear of something not there. The poly proxies are normally what I use to calm down, so could I request how hoodie or Brian, masky or Tim, and Toby (together, or separate) would react to their partner going through this A/N: This is short, but I really wanted to do a lil smth for this because funnily enough I have this exact same fucking issue and use them to cope as well, so here's one for you. Tim's zonked the fuck out in it, but I'd be more than willing to do another one if wanted. I think it'd be a cute lil series of midnight vibing. Anyways, here you go, I hope things get better shawty frfr Extra: Cashtag: $orpheus89 if anyone's feelin a lil crazy

Not again.

That was the first thought on your mind as your eyes shot up, slowly adjusting to the dark. Your chest burned, ragged breaths escaping your lips, and tears were gathering in your eyes. A deep fear crept over you, eyes darting around the room to what you could see while your body stayed put, afraid.

Why was it always like this? Fuck. You had tried medicine, meditation, teas, and herbal remedies, but nothing ever seemed to work. Here you were again, curled up in the dark, scared, the distant feeling of a nightmare already settled on your back.

It was your name mumbled sleepily that broke your trance. You still couldn’t move, but that voice, you recognized that voice.

“y/n.”

There it was again, this time followed by an arm wrapped around your waist and a face pressed to the back of your neck. You had almost completely forgotten that the others had fallen asleep around you. Brian’s mustache tickled your neck as he seemed to realize the situation, a hand clasping around yours, intertwining your fingers, his palm warm against the back of your hand.

“You’re shaking,” he mumbled. He wasn’t wrong, you could feel the tremors running through your body, forcing your hands to shake like a storm.

You whimpered involuntarily. God, why were you still frozen? You stared into the dark of the room, still searching like something was hiding in the midst of dirty clothes on the floor and paintings thrown on the wall. Realistically, the boys were the most dangerous thing in your house, but that didn’t stop your imagination from running wild.

“Oh, baby,” Brian sighed, “I’m going to turn you around, alright?”

He sat up, shuffling around for a moment, and then, his hands were on your shoulders, gently maneuvering you until you were facing him instead of the dark. The shuffling, you realized, had been him pushing Tim’s arm from him, the man’s sprawled out, still reaching for y’all as he snored lightly.

You could feel yourself begin to relax, shoulders losing tension as you began to take in the features of Brian’s face, the hook of his nose and curve of his jaw. He looked tired, but he still cupped your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re okay, I promise. We’re right here. You’re safe.”

You let out a shuddering sigh, fingers twitching as your body began to loosen its vice grip on you. “Brian,” you managed to whisper out.

He pressed his thumbs to your cheekbones, silently smoothing over your face. “I don’t know what that mind of yours is making, but I promise you’re okay. We’re right here for you – fully at your beck and call.” He was quiet for a bit longer, watching as your body slowly slumped until you were able to move fully again, pressing into his chest with a soft noise of comfort. “Do you want to go watch a movie or something? Get up and out of bed?”

You shook your head. “You need to sleep, Bri,” you whispered, throat still thick from the past few moments.

The door opened quietly, the click the only indicator besides the gentle stream of light that flooded the room. “O-oh, s-sss-sorry, did I wake you u-up?” Toby’s feet padded softly against the floor. “I can’t s-sleep,"

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Of course, there was always somebody there for you. Of course, he couldn’t sleep. Brian chuckled as well, though his was much sleepier, pressing another kiss to your cheek this time. “How about Toby takes care of you, and then when he passes out, Tim or I will take his place. Does that sound good?”

Tim snorted in his sleep, like he was responding to the quiet sound of his name. You smiled, nodding. “I can do that.”

Toby leaned down, trying to hear the conversation better. “N-nightmare ag-gain?” You hummed an affirmation, and he grumbled to himself, face scrunching into a frown. “C-come on, we c-can watch a m-mmm-movie together.”

“And if you’re feeling up to trying to sleep again, we’ll be right here.”

You slid out from the bed, letting Toby wrap his arms around your waist. “Thank you, Brian. Thank you, Toby.”

“Anytime, darling.”

“Y-yeah. Anytime. Now, let’s-sss watch that n-new horror movie w-we rent-rented.”

And that sounded divine.

#brian thomas x reader #hoody x reader #masky x reader #tim wright x reader #proxies x reader #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers x reader #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets x reader #poly!proxies x reader

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adorawritesalot · 1 year

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Can I request headcanons with Brian and Tim with a chaotic reader who has no self preservation skills?

oooo i love this!! my first ever headcannons. i wrote these two idiots as though in the mh universe, not creepypasta. hope thats not a problem!

Brian:

He would be so amused by this, but would get scared shitless. I feel like he also lacks self preservation skills, but he is not nearly as chaotic about it. He plans ahead.

You, on the other hand? No planning, only spontaneous ideas. If it goes to shit? You will take care of it later (he will).

Of course, he is afraid you will get yourself in a dangerous situation and get harmed- be that with Alex, The Operator, or anyone else.

If you do get hurt, he is right there by your side.

He would make fun of you for your scraped knee while patching it up:)

,,Why the fuck would you cross the road like that????"

Genuinely would want to kiss you right then and there if you taunted Alex in any way. Alex could be pointing a gun at you and you would still be making fun of his goofy ass movie and laughing hysterically.

Tim:

Oh, my god. Give this poor man a break.

He is so tired of everything and you trying to climb a tree to save a cat (who was just chilling, by the way) is not helping his nerves.

Jokes that you will give him pre-mature wrinkles. You probably will though.

He is just such a tired dad. It's insane.

Would patch you up in a heartbeat while scolding the shit out of you.

For Masky, I feel like he would find you being chaos itself in a person funny as hell.

He is kind of the same, so y'all would be buddies. (I mean, who the fuck runs at a random guy at full speed??? Masky. Masky does.)

You both have like barely any self-preservation skills by yourselves, but together? Zero. Every reflex gets erased from memory.

When Tim comes back to consciousness after an eventful night in the woods between you and Masky and sees you bleeding and scratched up, he almost gets a heart attack.

Kinda finds it endearing when you come home from work all pouty because your papercut hurts, though. He would cherish those little moments.

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brianluvr · 1 year

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Sleep Deprived

Brian Thomas/Reader

Summary: you can’t sleep, despite really needing it. Brian decides to help.

Tags: self indulgent fluff, established relationship, Brian being a sweetheart

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Your eyelids feel heavy, being awake itself feels like a chore now. You’re aware you look awful. Tim had told you so, and he was a painfully blunt person. Brian had been too busy with his own classes as a psychology major and Alex’s project combined, so you were curled in his bed, on your phone as you wait for him. Tim was in his own room, fast asleep; you could hear the soft snores through the paper-thin dorm walls.

Eventually, Brian peers into his room, laptop tucked under his arm. “There you are.” He chirps, ever so happy to see you. You look up with an exhausted smile. “Bri’, hey. How was class today?” You ask, putting your phone face down on your stomach. “Good. Have you slept?” Brian raises his brows, a teasing glint in his eyes. “No, not yet. Just can’t get to sleep. Insomnia’s a bitch.” You shrug, stretching your arms overhead as Brian joins you on the bed after taking his shoes off. “C’mere.” He mumbles, putting his laptop on his lap. Pulling your head to his chest, Brian wraps his arm around you, kissing your head. You hum lazily, insomnia’s vice already soothing in your boyfriend’s company. “You’re amazing.” You mutter, snuggling close as Brian opens his laptop to continue some work. He chuckles softly. “Okay, baby. Get some sleep.” He replies, allowing you to fall asleep on his chest.

#brian thomas #brian thomas x reader #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #hoody x reader #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you #brian thomas x you #// 💛 brianluvr #// 📙 kaelyn’s writing #// 📹 marble hornets!

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jester-lover · 1 year

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SLENDERVERSE CHARACTERS: giving you a hug!! (Marble Hornets ver.)

FLASHING GIFS

Warnings: fluff, comfy, lore spoilers, mentions of violence, the author is new to this, not proofread, some can be taken as platonic, others not

Characters featured: Alex, Brian, Tim, Jessica, hoodie, masky, skully, the operator

Alex Kralie

Alex isn’t a big fan of touching anyone

He often avoids being close to anyone he doesn’t know

Even after the two of you are together for a while, Alex tends to share his feelings in a verbal way

Words of affirmation!!!

But if he sees that you are under stress or breaking down, and you ask nicely, he will give you a hug

It’s very brief, and a little awkward, but since he’s so thoughtful about physical affection, you are really thankful

“I hope you feel better.”

Brian Thomas

Will give you a hug before leaving the house

Will give you a hug after coming home

This man is so sweet it hurts

He’s so warm too

his head is on your shoulder

He smells like the woods, 🧐 I wonder why?

Will sigh every time he hugs you bc he literally melts into you

“Finally”

Tim Wright

Whenever one of you is tired, you tend to collapse onto the other person

He’s so dramatic

Tim, I love you but you smell like death rn

Lots of hugs from behind, but if you try it on him he will screech

Smells like cigarettes and musk

He’s also very awkward with affection, unless he’s disoriented, he’ll want to know if you’re real

He tends to hold you closer if he’s paranoid

“I don’t want you to end up like me.”

Jessica Locke

She is so good at giving hugs

Like, patting your back, head on your shoulder, legs slightly tangled

Loves hugs in the morning, before you venture off on your way

Absolutely gives forehead kisses, canon in my heart

A hug and a lil smooch on the forehead!

NICKNAMES.

If you do makeup, she will hug you from behind to startle you

“Hey sweetheart.”

Hoodie

Lil freak

How can a hug be so terrifying

Probably runs away after the hug

Brief

“*distortion*”

Masky

Hates touching ppl

If he’s hugging you, it’s probably for a reason

(He enjoys your company but he would die before he’ll let you figure it out)

It’s probably you who breaks off the hug

Cigarettes, blood and no showering doesn’t make a good scent

*heavy breathing*

Skully

(I know very little about this character)

Probably doesn’t ever want to hug you

But, hey it’s been a long day, and even creepy forest people need loving

It’s a very shaky hug, and leads to a lot of weird hair stroking

The Operator

Honestly you have to have some kind of god level sweet talking to get an eldrich abomination to hug you

Long, long arms

This is ideal for hugging because he literally can wrap around you like a snake

His skin is cold like ice, and you swear you can hear some muttering

It’s all cool until you pass out and wake up in a whole different town

He got shy!!:(

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Thank you for reading! I will be doing a emh version!!

#new fanfic blog #female reader #marble hornets x reader #brian thomas x reader #alex kralie x reader #Jessica Locke x reader #tim wright x reader #the operator x reader #skully x reader #hoodie x reader #masky x reader #hoody x reader #slenderverse #slenderverse x reader

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creepy-spooghetti · 1 year

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Hello i have an idea . So how does masky red angel helen and hoodie react to a female reader who cooks great food? reader makes dishes that taste at home. the reader cooks home cooking. and these dishes make you feel comfortable like at home. it's like a mother cooked these dishes. I hope you know what I mean. have a nice day. I hope you do it

Hi! I don't write for Red Angel, as stated in my rules.

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Brian

This man is very passionate about cooking. He was raised partially by his grandmother, so he learned a lot of his skills from her - he definitely prides himself on making a good meal.

So when he finds out you can do it, too?? Yay!

Weekly cooking sessions together will be a must. This is one of his favorite hobbies, after all, and he's more than pleased to share it with you!

Every time he eats some of your food, he gets flashbacks of open windows, spring breezes, and creaky floorboards. His food may be great, but it doesn't quite have the same kind of nostalgic feel to it as yours does.

It doesn't seem to matter what you make, you will always get his praise. He loves your cooking, and that is made obvious by the way he is always ready and willing to eat it.

Masky

This one is a little more difficult to read...

If he smells food that he knows you're making - and trust me, he'll know - then there is always one definite reaction.

He'll subtly slink toward the kitchen and linger around that area, snapping at anyone that questions it, until the meal is declared finished.

Since he's often the first person you see when you're done, you will offer him the first plate, and begrudgingly he'll be like, "okay, fine, whatever. Don't expect me to like it or anything."

Of course, he'll like it, and he knows that, hence why he stalks around the kitchen like a hyena. If you watch closely enough, you can catch him coming back for seconds.

Helen

Helen is not someone that usually eats large, healthy, or tasty meals, so you were hard-pressed to get him to try this new recipe you were trying to perfect.

Once he caught a good whiff of its enticing scent, however, he complied, and you could literally see the moment his eyes lit up with a sparkle that said, "oh wow...this is good".

You are the only person - anywhere - whose food he will eat. It reminds him of a secure home with a nice family; something he never had.

What you make is a staple for his creativity and inspiration. It seems, each time you feed him, that he thinks of a new idea or is motivated to paint something new/finish a painting he had neglected.

He doesn't exactly show it, but he's super grateful to you for letting him be part of your life in this way, and that something so simple makes him feel so cared for.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x reader headcanons #bloody painter #bloody painter x reader #hoody #hoody x reader #masky #masky x reader #reader #x reader #bloody painter headcanons #masky headcanons #hoody headcanons

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creepy-feathers · 2 years

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When They Discover You're Ticklish (Hoody Edition)

Note: I will be doing this scenario with each character eventually!

Brian, as you probably know, is a very perceptive guy, so when his hand brushed against you just the right way and you withdrew and failed to stifle a giggle, he knew the jig was up.

Being irrationally ticklish himself has given him the sixth sense to identify anyone potentially suffering from the same curse, and he had always kind of suspected that was the case with you because of the way you’d stiffen and retract from anyone that got too close to your fatal spots, but that little outburst of yours confirmed it.

He kind of just grinned cheekily, a certain sparkle appearing in his eyes as he tucked this little tid bit of information away in the back of his mind, opting to let you off the hook for now so you’d keep living in sweet oblivion until the right moment surfaced.

And oh, when that moment came, it hit hard.

You were being a lil’ asshole, having way too much fun annoying the hell out of him, whether that be by constantly standing behind him, quietly mimicking each word he’d say, or being inexplicantly affectionate - so much so that it impaired him from getting important work done. Long story short, he got tired of it.

You were obviously feeling bold today, as it wasn’t a usual occurance that you decided to bother Brian, of all people, and if you were anyone else, he would’ve smacked you down and threatened to throw you outta the house altogether. But alas, you weren’t just another person, which is why it would take a very, shall we say…special tactic, to deter you.

That was when he remembered how ticklish you appeared to be, and gave you one warning: stop now or you will sincerely regret it.

You didn’t take his threat seriously - after all, Brian wouldn’t hurt you. You meant too much to him!

Thus, you continued your onslaught on the amusing target, and he struck; locking one arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to ensure you didn’t go anywhere as his free hand started scribbling against your sides, stomach, ribs - anything it could viably reach, really.

Safe to say you collapsed instantly, almost dropping to the floor altogether if it hadn’t been for Brian holding you in place. However, you were squirming, and he was having trouble making sure you didn’t slip away, which is where the sofa came into the picture.

With you pinned down between that seat and his own body weight, it was a breeze making you squeal with untamed laughter and struggle to no avail.

“Shame you didn’t believe me,” he said, tone monotonous as his fingers raked along your torso, eliciting another powerful shriek within each jab and squeeze. “This whole tragedy could’ve been avoided.”

Liu did walk by during this turn of events, giving the both of you a puzzled look - never before had he seen you in such hysterics, nor had he witnessed Brian being so shamelessly playful.

Without missing a single beat, Brian rotated his head toward Liu and listed off a couple of things that needed to be done, completely unfazed while you writhed helplessly beneath him.

Liu merely blinked and strode away, bemused by this entire situation but figured he’d leave you to it.

Only a few minutes after this happened did Brian put a halt to the torture, noticing your silenced, hiccupy chortles and the tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. He climbed off of you, letting you lay there and catch your breath as he observed your weakened state with affection.

He hadn’t expected that to be so fun, so thrilling, and knew he’d have to do it again sometime. Of course, he isn’t totally heartless, so he crouched next to you and rested a hand on your arm. You were too exhausted to pull back. “You okay?”

You gathered the energy to reply and sent him a tiny glare, huffing out a murmured, “You’re so mean.”

The gleam in your eyes told him you weren’t actually mad, and he smiled - you couldn’t see it, of course, due to the mask covering his face, but you could hear it in his voice. “You have yourself to blame for that.”

#hoody #creepypasta #brian thomas #reader #x reader #hoody x reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #hoody headcanons #ticklish reader #lee reader #ler hoody #creepypasta tickle #creepypasta tickle headcanons #hoody tickle headcanons #ticklepasta #hoody x Reader headcanons

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boatsailing · 8 months

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Y'all, here's some ideas I had planned for my Hoody [Marble Hornets] Fan-Fic. Tell me which ones you like and which ones I should keep in the old mind vault

You work freelance [A blue-collar worker]

Hoody is mainly stalking you because you work with Tim

Hoody falls in love with you when you fight him off while he tries to kill you for ruining one of his plans [Does this mean he's a masochist? Not sure yet. Thinking about it.]

Hoody reveals he's been stalking you by using his little magic reality-bending T.V [Think that one scene in the VR game "Duck Season"]

You're dragged into this because you and Tim just so happen to be work friends

Alex isn't as pissed at you as he is Jay- because you can actually get quality film of slender man

Slender man is a dick, obvi, but you manage to get good 'evidence' of his existence by using a high-edge camera Hoody left on your doorstep

I'm thinking of names right now. PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS! If I end up liking it I'll DM you and give you credit for being a smarty!

-DAWNED_UPON [WattPad and AO3]

#creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #hoody marble hornets #marble hornets #mh tim wright #tim wright #tim wright x reader #kinda #mh hoody #masky and hoody #Hoody x Reader #creepypasta fanfic #Im thinking of naming it 'Wrapped'

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mouschiwrites · 5 months

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Creepypasta/MH - Going To Sleep With Them

Characters: Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, Brian/Hoody, Tim/Masky

Eyeless Jack

He goes to sleep pretty early; he’s in bed no later than 8 PM

But he gets up in the middle of the night for… feeding purposes

He tries to be discreet, keeping a close eye on your sleeping form as he slips out of the sheets and out the window

He won’t kiss you goodbye, he really doesn’t want to disturb you

But he’ll gaze longingly at you right before he drops from the windowsill to the ground

When he comes back, he makes sure to wash up thoroughly before getting back in bed

If you don’t wake up at the sound of the shower running, you will when he crawls in next to you

He smells nice and clean, completely void of the irony tinge of blood

If he’s upset he won’t touch you, he’ll just curl up on the far edge of the bed, trying to make himself small and unnoticeable

He’ll squirm away from your touch if you try to comfort him

He just needs to feel alone for a while

But if he’s not upset, he’ll curl around you

He clings to you like a koala, pressing his cheek against you

He’s not very warm, but his skin is soft from showering

Plus, as mentioned earlier, he smells nice :)

Once settled, he won’t move until morning

Jeff the Killer

He has no sleep schedule

When he’s tired he’ll conk out on the bed, barely bothering to change clothes

He’ll take off his hoodie and maybe his jeans, but that’s about it

If you happen to be in bed at the same time, he’ll cuddle up to you

You better hope that he’s showered recently, because he doesn’t see sleeping as an “occasion” to shower for

He likes to have your head on his chest with his arm around you

The pressure comforts him

Plus it allows him to sprawl out a little, which he likes a lot

He isn’t the type to curl up when he sleeps, he goes full starfish if space allows

He also moves in his sleep

You might wake up to him smacking or kicking you, or even shoving you to the edge of the bed

It’s unintentional, but if you mention it to him he thinks it’s hilarious

He will get upset if you actually try to sleep somewhere else, though

Even if you’re not touching, knowing that you’re near helps Jeff feel peaceful while he sleeps

Fortunately he’s not a blanket hog, so at least you have the blanket to yourself

He can sleep blanketless even in the dead of winter

He might crawl under the covers at first, but he manages to wiggle out of them by the time he wakes up

Nina the Killer

She goes to bed whenever you do

But if she’s really tired, she goes to bed by herself, telling you that she’ll be waiting whenever you’re ready to join her

She loves to cuddle

She doesn’t care what position, she loves them all

Her favorites are the ones where she gets to wrap her arms around you though

Kind of like Jeff, she does move a lot in her sleep

But instead of pushing you away, she tries to get closer

She still might end up hitting you, but it’s in an attempt to hold you

If you mention it to her she’ll laugh, but she actually feels pretty bad

She’ll sadly say she understands if you want to sleep somewhere else :(

She has so many pairs of cute PJs and old T-shirts to sleep in

She usually tries to get ready before bed, but if she’s not in the mood she’ll just conk out in her clothes

At least she’s not stinky like Jeff though, she actually wears deodorant and sometimes perfume

You might wake up with makeup smeared on you/the pillows

Clockwork

She generally tries to go to bed around a set time, but if she’s busy she’ll stay up

You can’t coax her to bed if she’s busy, but she’ll gladly come if she’s not

She’s pretty chill when it comes to cuddling

She will if you want to, but she’s fine if you don’t

Unless she's had a nightmare, then she does prefer to cuddle

Or if she's not in the mood, then she'll flat-out refuse

She likes to be the big spoon when you do cuddle

She's pretty warm, which is always nice in the colder months

She's eerily still when she sleeps

It's almost like she dies for a few hours

Unfortunately that means that if you need to get up and you're cuddling, you are trapped

You'll have to wake her up if you want out

She'll just grunt and turn to the other side of the bed, then proceed with her stone-still slumber

Which means you won't be cuddling anymore when you get back :(

She always changes her clothes before she goes to sleep

Even if it's just a T-shirt, she makes an effort to sleep in different clothes than the ones she wore during the day

Jane the Killer

You can tell she's getting ready to go to bed when you hear her showering

She's a night shower person, and she always showers before she goes to bed

She'll change into nice PJs and climb into bed, smelling clean and feeling soft

Unless she has... plans... for the evening, she sticks to a specific bedtime

She likes to have you in bed with her, but she won't force you to adhere to her schedule

She isn't a huge fan of cuddling, she prefers to just know you're there

She might reach out and rest her hand on you during the night, just to reassure herself

She won't object if you decide to hold her hand

If she's out for the evening, she looks forward to coming home to you

She doesn't like to sleep during the day, so she'll just take however much time is left in the night to sleep in bed with you :)

Her favorite thing ever is to climb under the covers and see/hear you sleepily acknowledge her before drifting back off

It makes her feel seen and loved

Also, she always kisses your hand before she goes to sleep

No matter how tired or upset she is, she never forgets

Brian/Hoody

He doesn't go to bed until very late at night

You're usually in bed before he is

But that's the way he likes it; he loves knowing that you're waiting for him whenever he's ready to sleep

He'll slip under the covers silently, wrapping himself around you and allowing your bodies to melt against each other

If you wake up while he does this, he'll apologize and kiss your cheek before telling you to go back to sleep

He usually changes into different clothes to sleep, but sometimes he forgets

You can always tell when he forgets; his clothes reek vaguely of earth and sweat

He doesn't move a whole lot in his sleep, but when he does move he'll try to keep physical contact with you

Sometimes he'll literally heave you over him so that you're on his other side and he can keep cuddling you

He's a pretty lonely guy, and he sees sleep as his solace

Having you to hold makes him feel like he's not really alone

If he wakes up in the middle of the night and you're gone, he'll get up and find you

Once he finds you he just waits, rubbing his eyes and yawning until you go back to bed

Tim/Masky

He does not sleep often

Or well

Sleeping next to him is both nice and a nuisance

For one, he tosses and turns constantly, and when he finally drifts off, he usually wakes with a start not even two hours later

He gets nightmares almost every night, which makes him anxious to fall asleep

You'll probably end up getting only a little more sleep than him

On the other hand, he does like to hold you

It calms his nerves when you're in his arms, so he'll hold you against him while he tries to get some rest

Sometimes he doesn't even try to sleep, he just stares into the darkness with you in his arms

He presses a kiss on the top of your head when his anxieties start to get to be too much

It's honestly more refreshing than sleep for him

But if he falls asleep while holding you, be prepared to be jumpscared when he suddenly sits up with a gasp

He'll apologize, but it won't sound all that sincere

He's more occupied trying to calm himself down

He doesn't bother to shower at night because he wakes up in a cold sweat too frequently, so he prefers to shower in the morning

He tries to change clothes before bed so that he doesn't smell too bad though

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed :) take care my sweethearts <33

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mythicalmyles · 7 months

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Masky, Hoddie or Toby (You decide) with a hippie m reader ✨😤🫶🏻

Punk!Masky x Femboy!Hippie!Reader x Punk!Hoodie their implied demons

Guns/noncon/bottom male/degradation/feminization/cameras

The lake was welcomingly cold as you dipped your feet into it, the feeling of the flowers blowing in your hair was therapeutic. The sun was warm as you tilted your head back, eyes closed and soaking in the suns rays. Lately it seemed harder and harder to get yourself out here, despite living less then an hour away. The normalities of life always seemed to intercept your journey here lately, the last time had been two months ago.

The wind lightly blew at your skirt, the ruffled fabric rubbing against your thighs. A loud twig snapping had you spinning around, eyes searching the forest. Luckily the forrest only had black bears, at least you had a chance. However if it was a pissed off moose you considered your life already over, you had always been on the naive side of things. Convinced if you minded your business then everything else would leave you alone.

You stood up on shaky legs and quickly slid your shoes back on, making sure to keep darting your eyes around the forest. Part of you was annoyed, it was the only place you had been able to freely be yourself and now it felt like it was about to be ripped out from right under your feet. Your instincts kicked into overdrive, you felt like a tiny mouse backed into a corner.

You should’ve payed closer attention to your other side. A heavy body suddenly had you being shoved to the ground, whining as you hit the ground.

Your mind whirled when you heard the clicking of metal, ice flowing through you as the sound of a gun being cocked next to you overrode your brain. Panicked eyes turned to see the cause, the barrel of a gun filling your vision and trapping you still. Stones and broken branches dug into your thighs but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the gun. Your entire body quivered when you shakily looked up to see a masked man.

You didn’t need to stand to know the Goliath of a man was easily double your size, your breathing was shaky. Your mind was entirely frozen. The sound of a camera going off behind you felt like a bullet as you quickly flipped yourself over to see another man, his mask seemed impossibly black with red eyes and a big frown stitched on. You whimpered and pushed yourself back only to feel stone cold metal pressing against your now exposed ass.

Your eyes never left the gun as he used it to push your skirt up further. “N-no.” Was all you could choke out with a whimper, drawing a chuckle from both of the men currently standing over you. Tears dripped from your eyes as you looked up at the man with a frown, his camera set on you as his friend used his gun to dig into your ass. He intently watched as the gun made indents in your ass, biting his lip under his mask as he teased you. The sight of you shaking beneath him, so easily accessible had nasty thoughts running through Masky’s mind.

You let out a scream when Hoodie suddenly darted forward, his leather clad hands gripped your wrists tight as he yanked you up. You begged and sobbed until Masky’s gun pressed into your cheek. “It’s cute hearing you beg like a good bitch.” Masky’s voice was incredibly gruff, sending warmth to you stomach that you cursed.

Hoodie tied your hands behind your back, as Masky slipped his gun into your mouth. You whined around the metal as you sobbed openly, Masky wasted no time sliding the metal into your throat. He watched you without blinking as he fucked your mouth with his gun, you struggled against the rope Hoodie had bound your arms with.

“Well, theres no point in hiding.” Masky smirked as he pulled his mask off, dropping it to the ground. He had a few piercings and tattooes covering his face, you would’ve found him attractive if he didn’t currently have a gun lodged down your throat. You hated it but you could feel your own cock twitching under your skirt. “Look how hard she is.” Masky’s tone was mocking as he pulled your skirt up, Hoodies rough hands grabbing your biceps hard enough to bruise to keep you still.

You tried to turn away but Hoodie’s hand was quick to wrap around your throat, keeping you pinned in place. “Ple-please don’t do this.” You sobbed out, feeling petals fall from your hair and down your shirt. “But you made yourself so easy for us.” Masky chuckled, dark eyes pinning you in place. Masky’s hands carefully listed your shirt, dragging his leather clad fingers against your skin. His free hand kept the gun pointed under your jaw, giving you no option but to submit to the men currently having their way with you.

You gasped when Masky’s finger began circling your nipple, arching back into Hoodies strong chest. They both towered over you, Hoodie using one hand to keep you pinned to his chest while his other played with your other nipple. Desperate whines flew from you, your cock leaking precum. The rough leather of the gloves sent sparks running up your spine, dizziness enveloping your mind. Suddenly Masky was putting his gun back into its holster, freeing up both of his hands to grab and tug at your flesh.

Your face burned with shame as you moaned, Masky pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your arms trapped. The tight material of the shirt pulled your shoulders back, causing your chest to push out. You felt unbelievably weak completely defenceless between the two men.

You wanted to plead again for them to stop, instead biting your lip as you knew it’d only spur them on. Masky was groping your chest, his fingers squeezing and pulling your nipples. Both men relished in the moans they forced from you, Masky had to take a moment to appreciate your fucked out expression, his hands gripping your cheeks. All you could do was stare up at him with teary eyes as he examined your face. Tears dripped down your cheeks and your hair was stuck to your face, flowers that once lay neatly in your hair were now torn and you were left with petals tangled into your locks.

“Atta boy.” Hoodie praised, hand rubbing your stomach as your body finally dropped in their hold, submitting. You knew you had no use in fighting, and it’d only hurt you in the end. The feeling of fingers sliding into your hole had you tensing back up, yelping loudly as two digits began roughly slamming into your virgin hole. It burned but his long, thick fingers easily found your prostate. He was set on slamming into it, your screams echoing through the forest. “A-ah fuh-fuck!” You elled as you came, body curling into itself as Hoodie forced you through an orgasm.

You fell into Masky’s chest sobbing, wailing louder when he pulled your ass apart, spreading you open and allowong Hoodies fingers to dig deeper into you. You choked on the drool flooding your mouth, eyes rolling as your body was assaulted with pleasure. Your fingers had never gotten this deep and it wasn’t long before your overstimulated cock was back standing at attention, Masky’s thigh wedged between your legs. Your cock scrapped against his rough jeans, leaving your breath stuttered as the scratchy material ran against your balls and thighs. Hoodie slipped another finger into you, barley wasting a breath before roughly fucking you with them. Your thighs squeezed around Masky’s, high pitched keens leaving you as Hoodie fucked into you hard enough with his fingers to push you harder against Masky’s thigh.

“Fuck the slut already.” Masky growled out, Hoodie chuckled as he pulled his fingers out roughly. The squeal that left you went straight to both of their cocks, surprised either of them had managed to hold off for so long.

Their patience had worn thin though and Hoodie wasted no time in burying his cock into you. You voice caught in your throat resulting in you choking, shaking on Masky’s chest as Hoodie bottomed out. He felt impossibly large, his cock stretching more then you every thought could be done. Masky pressed his lips against yours, tongue easily sliding into your dropped mouth. He wasted no time in lapping his tongue around your mouth, the taste of you driving him insane as he swallowed every whimper Hoodie fucked out of you.

“He can’t take both of us, look at him with just my cock. Bet you like it though, right slut?” Hoodie grunted the most depraved things into your ear, arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel your drool soaking into Masky’s shirt. “Such a good little slut, letting me fuck your tight little pussy.” You tried to protest, Hoodies words embarrassing you yet twisting something deep inside.

Hoodie didn’t think he’d last longer with your ass clenched tight around his cock, every time he pulled out your body resisted, trying to pull him back in and it drove him insane. He railed into you hard, insistent on emptying hiss balls deep into your stomach. It almost felt painful, his cock brushed right against your prostate. Every drag of his cock had you crying out, arching your back.

You came again, broken sobs flying from your lips as your body turned to jello. Hoodie couldn’t take how tight you got around him, his own eyes rolling back as he shot his load straight into your stomach. You could feel it flowing into you, his cum causing your belly to bulge further. All you could do was sob as you looked at your swollen stomach, your cock twitching with pain after being dragged through multiple orgasms.

You barley had time to recover before Masky pulled you into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his waist. “You should be able to take me now.” His words left you shaking, you could barley take what you had already been given. Masky moaned when he heard your high pitched please’s to stop. “Thats it baby boy, beg nice n good for me.” You felt trapped, anytime you tried to stop him it just seemed to invigorate him.

Masky seemed even rougher then Hoodie, slamming deep into you and bouncing you on his cock. Your loud wails and moans bounced back to you, leaving you certain anyone in a hundred mile radius would hear you moaning with overstimulation. Masky grunted loudly in your ear, biting down onto your neck and drawing blood as he roughly bounced you on his cock.

Hoodie pulled his camera back out, taking pictures of Masky railing into you like a ragdoll. His muscles bulged as he bounced you restlessly on his cock. You wondered if it’d ever be over. Masky’s large hands grasped your ass, bunching your skirt up at your waist. Hoodie got some nice pictures of his dear friends cock sliding deep into your hole, your panties pulled to the side to accommodate Masky’s cock.

Your arms were wrapped around Masky’s shoulders, sobbing into the crevice of his neck as he abused your hole. Masky fucked Hoodies cum out of you, it dripped in globs from your puffy hole. Hoodie moved closer, taking pictures and using two fingers to spread you open causing more of his cum to come dripping out.

Masky suddenly slammed deep into you, his cum flowing through you. You almost felt like you were going to be sick as you felt Masky blow his load into you.

You felt practically no shame in openly crying when Masky dropped you to the floor. He used his foot to shove you onto your stomach, using his boot to press into the flesh of your ass and spread your ass cheeks. He groaned at the sight of your abused hole, dripping blood and cum. He could hear Hoodie snapping up pictures, Masky grinned as he pulled out his knife and sliced through the rope. You couldn’t help the moan that left when you were finally freed, blood quickly rushing back to your hands. “Get up.” Masky had no patience, instead grabbing you up. “Spread yourself for the camera.” You tried to plead only to end up with a harsh smack to your ass. You whimpered and quickly turned around. “Wait.” Masky mumbled, pulling your panties down to rest under your ass. He pushed to fingers into you and you sobbed loudly, the sound of Hoodie’s camera going off being blocked from your mind.

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killingick · 1 year

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Can we get some fluff time headcanons with Masky and hoodie? (Seperately).

My apologies if i’ve done this wrong, you said separately but i wasn’t sure if you meant into categories or two separate posts. I’ve split them into categories though 😞🖤🖤🖤

✞ HOODIE

✙ Hoodie is surprisingly affectionate.

✙ It’s a shame he spends so much time having to do missions… because he really wants to spend so much more time with you.

✙ It can come across as him being quite clingy, but he never over does it.

✙ He just really enjoys intimacy and your presence.

✙ Hanging out with him will often end up in him pushing you to lie down comfortably, so he can put his tongue down your throat.

✙ He’s always very passionate when he kisses. And he’ll chuckle, smiling against the your lips when you start blushing

✙ Then when he’s done he’ll get up, lying back down and pulling you into his embrace like nothing even happened; caressing your hair whilst you both go back to being engrossed in the movie you’d agreed on

✞ MASKY

✙ Comforting moments with Masky come rarely, unlike they do with Tim.

✙ The most you’ll get with Masky is him growing irritated because he misses you, telling you to “shut up and come here.” So you can lie on his chest whilst he plays with your hair.

✙ Deep down he likes affection, won’t really give it, but he’ll demand it when he gets needy.

✙ Tim on the other hand is sweet.

✙ He’ll make you breakfast, wake you up with a kiss in the morning if you have work or Uni, then sit down with you and make comfortable conversation (if you want that, he understands if you’re not in the mood to talk.)

✙ He loves through actions and it makes him giddy when you appreciate that.

✙ Sometimes he’ll initiate things such as making out with you, but he much prefers it when you do.

✙ It amuses him seeing how much you want to touch him, it makes him feel special.

✙ And he’ll always make up for it by making you feel loved through his kisses

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kusagrasskusa · 6 months

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#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #masky marble hornets #hoody x reader #mh hoody #hoody marble hornets #hoody #hoodie marble hornets #hoodie x you #hoodie x y/n #hoodie x reader #hoodie #mh hoodie

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1987vampire · 1 year

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a hazy dream | Brian Thomas

Fandom: Creepypasta / Marble hornets Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: sleep sex, reader is trans!male but it's only mentioned like one time when Brian calls you pretty boy. Fem body parts. smut frfr. just sm sweet smut A/N: Set in the poly!proxies universe like always. I posted this on my AO3 a few days ago and forgot to put it on here, too. You have full permission to crucify me. Cashapp: $Orpheus89 if ur feelin a lil brazy Extra:

Brian was practically exhausted by the time he came home, boots just barely dragging against the floor as he climbed up the multiple flights of stairs, his normally silent walk just barely heard by the other residents. His regular yellow hoodie was stained brown in some spots, dried blood and mud caked on the fabric. The same could be said for his jeans, and unfortunately for his gun, too. The fuckers had put up more of a fight than expected.

It was mostly silent in their portion of the house, but still, he found himself doing check-ins on the others. Sally was curled up in her princess-themed bed, ratty doll pressed against her chest as she snored more like a grown man than a child. Toby had his laptop blaring some YouTube videos he didn’t recognize nor care to, but the boy was dead to the world as well despite how loud it was. Tim, surprisingly, was also with Toby, body half-curled around him from behind, face pressed into Toby’s band t-shirt and hand half-holding onto a crochet hook, the yarn trailing off to a mess on the floor, another blanket, maybe?

That only left one. Brian kicked open the final door, the shared bedroom between him and Tim, and there you were. He felt himself physically deflate at the sight of you. You were fast asleep in one of his shirts, a faded-out band tee from when he was in college, your fist wrapped around the fabric like you had been clutching it to your chest. Your legs were exposed, bottom half only covered by a pair of red lace panties, a pair Tim had bought for you, if he remembered correctly, and god, did you look good enough to eat right now, and eat he just might. You shifted in your sleep like you somehow realized he was there, a predator in the night, but prey just for you – just for the group y’all had made.

You pressed your face further into one of their pillows, hips shifting so even more of you was on display, the curve of your ass, the fat of your stomach, the moonlight shifting through the windows making you seem almost angelic, like you weren’t also a killer just like them. He took a step forward, ready for the kill, but then he paused again, a shuddering breath crawling out of his chest and escaping before he could catch it. Oh, how he loved you. Oh, how it was even easier to realize when you were soft like this, when you were out for the taking, unaware of the danger, unaware of the love he had for you.

He took another step, this time stopping to kick off his muddy boots, pushing them aside so he wouldn’t trip on them later. Then came his pants, his boxers sweaty but free from the debris of the day. His hoodie and shirt were off in one fluid motion once his holsters were unbuckled. At least he was smart enough to click on his safety before chucking his gun away.

You were still so oblivious, nose twitching but otherwise unaware. When he finally made it to the bed, it was almost like a reward, dirty, tainted hands pressing against soft skin, still clean, still pure. He let his hand crawl up the expanse of your leg, calloused palm against your ankle, up your calf, up your thigh, finding purchase on your hip. He sighed, leaning down, pressing his mouth to your ankle and following the same pattern with his mouth. You shifted at that, a soft grunt escaping you followed by a sigh and you pressed more into the bed and more into his hold at the same time.

He lifted again, hand still on your hip, and then the other gently pushed you until you were on your back. You shuffled and then stilled, and Brian’s heart was full, as full as it could be for such a man. He pressed his free hand to your cheek, caressing, a soft smile taking over his face as you nuzzled into his hold. “So, so pretty,” he whispered, following it with a press of his lips to your forehead.

You moved at that, as his hand on your hip began to stroke your thigh, and he pressed another kiss to your cheek this time. You let out a soft groan, blinking past bleary vision at the man above you. “Mmm, Brian?” Your voice was still thick with sleep, confusion laced on top of it.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Brian murmured, watching with fond eyes as you nuzzled into his hand again, hips shifting slightly as the stimulation began to hit you.

You reached a hand up, pawing at his bare back, not sure what you wanted but sure that you wanted the touch at least. “You’re back?”

“Yeah, I’m back.” He made a tutting noise as you tried to push yourself up, leading you so you were laid back down again. “Missed you.”

You were clearly still half out of it, blinking up at him slowly, brain not comprehending what was in front of you. “Missed you too, baby.” He smiled again, this time leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, one that you reciprocated as much as you could. He yawned after, mouth opening wide like a lion, sharp canines on display. You tugged at him then, hand on his back pulling him just the slightest bit forward. “C’mere. You need to sleep.”

“Maybe in a second,” he replied, thumbs dipping into the bottom of your panties. You could feel the fire inside you spark, a shiver running down your spine at the implication. “You okay with this,” he questioned as he moved a bit closer to the space you were already internally begging him to get to.

You let out an affirmation, following it with another yawn, letting yourself turn to putty in his hands. He continued to just let his hands run over you, silent devotion in the silence of the room. The rain was picking up. He turned to see the window just barely cracked, small dribbles of the rain trailing down the wall as it gathered on the sill and spilled over. It made everything seem even hazier, your head dazed from sleep and his touch, and you were in bliss. He was right behind you, letting his shoulders drop, Hoodie almost pushing to take over control as he relaxed, but he wanted this, wanted this moment with you, wanted to hear his name fall from your lips, his rough hands on soft skin, him and you fully. As much as he loved the other boys, and he loved sharing you and Tim, it was rare to have moments like these anymore.

You sighed, letting your eyes fall half-closed, his touch lulling you almost into sleep, even as it felt like your skin was lit with flames everywhere he touched. He abandoned your thighs in favor of pushing your shirt up, watching as the cold air sent your skin prickling with goosebumps. You shivered, and he couldn’t help the soft shush he let out in response. “You’ll be warmer, soon, don’t worry, baby,” he whispered. It felt impossible to be any louder at the moment, like it would ruin everything, break the spell that had settled over the room. “I just wanna see you.” Hands pressing against now exposed skin, his breathing growing heavier, the heat in both his boxers and your panties seemed almost unbearable, but he continued to ignore it, instead leaning down and capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, pride filling his chest at the way you keened, arching into his touch.

“Brian,” you whimpered.

“I know, baby, I know.” He settled on just letting your shirt rest pushed up to your collarbones instead of taking it all the way off, hands already moving to dip into your panties, pulling them down. You shuffled just enough to help him pull them all the way off. He tossed them without a care, glancing over as they landed on his discarded hoodie, bright red on muddied yellow. He moved, settling between your thighs instead, kneeling and ready to worship. Fingers pressed to where you so desperately needed him, almost immediately finding your clit, letting out a delighted sound at the feeling of how wet you already were. Fuck, you were practically coating your thighs with the slick substance. He settled a slow rhythm, circling the bud, so slow that it made you want to whine out again, not enough to push you to the edge, only enough to have you clenching around nothing, getting wetter and wetter with anticipation and need.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” You hadn’t realized that Brian had leaned down until his face was almost against your heat, you could feel his breath fanning against your soaked skin, and you finally cried out, shifting your hips, inviting him closer. He chuckled and relented, leaning forward slowly, and before you could help yourself, you were practically screaming, fisting at the sheets as Brian ate you out like a man starved. Earlier hesitations were gone with a flick of his tongue and a suck of his lips. You wanted to sob at the immediate overstimulation, the teasing that switched in an instant.

No words fell from your lips, just a confusing stutter of syllables and cries, especially as he moved to stuff two fingers inside of you, your body giving no resistance from how slick you were. His mouth wrapped around your clit, and his fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, and then suddenly, you were cumming, and you were cumming hard. One of your hands fisted into his hair, the other tight in the sheets, and you were seeing stars. The orgasm came in slow waves, each bit of it drawn out with a slow movement of his fingers inside of you, a slight curl to press against your sweet spot during the final moments. You let a tear slip at that finally, slumping back into the mattress.

Brian lifted himself back up, the stupidest grin on his face, proud. Then, his mouth was on yours again, back to the slow, passionate, needy taste all over again. He pressed forward, tongue and teeth added to the mix, and you were on cloud nine, half out of it as you pulled at him, gripping his arm with all the meager strength you could muster. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he murmured as he finally pushed down his boxers, erection springing free, red and leaking and aching. He felt like he might die if he wasn’t able to finally press into the wet heat you so lovingly offered. You groaned, low in the back of your throat, more pleading than you meant for it to be. You shifted your hips, inviting him closer; he was quick to take the offer. He ran the head of his cock over your entrance, collecting the slick, and then he was pushing in, and you were seeing stars again, both of you moaning as he pressed in until he was fully inside in one fluid motion. He panted above you, pulling out the slightest bit before rocking back in. Your lips were parted, eyes closed as you let yourself fully enjoy the feeling. You didn’t think you would ever get used to this.

His hands found your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “I love you so much,” he whispered as he pulled out until he was almost gone and then pressed back in, slow and devotional. You tried to find a response, tried to force words past your hung open lips, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to, instead pressing a hand to his chest and tapping your fingers three times against him – just like Hoodie had done for you. I love you.

He sighed, setting a slow and steady rhythm, and he leaned down, pressing his mouth to anything he could reach, your chest, your shoulders, your arms, your cheek, until finally he pressed his mouth to yours again. You were holding him so tight, like you were afraid he would let go, that your hazy mind had been making this all up, like you weren’t sure someone like him could be so real. You wanted to cry again, and you did, a few tears slipping past as you tapped him three times again, pausing and doing it again and again, and the words were falling out of his mouth in tandem.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

He breathed you in, pressed his lips to your open throat, marking you with teeth and tongue. If he could, he would devour you whole, mark you until everyone that ever saw you knew who you belonged to. No, no belong wasn’t the correct word. You never belonged to them, you and he were parts of a whole, the five of you fit together like missing pieces, making something that seemed unreal at times. You had given yourself willingly, and so had they, fell from one day to the next, ready for anything with arms wide open as long as the others were right there. And they always were.

You finally spoke, the words cracked and pushed through a sob. “I’m gonna cum,” you cried out, hold finally tightening on him, like you were ripped from the fog you were in as you felt the cords of pleasure tightening until they were almost painful, desire wrapping you in its loving hold.

“Cum for me, baby,” he purred out. “Let me feel you.”

And you did, back arching and mouth parting as you practically screamed, fat tears rolling down your cheeks before you could even think to try and stop them. You moaned, sobbing right after as he pushed you through your orgasm, himself quick to follow as your walls fluttered around him. He groaned, rocking into you slowly, letting the both of you come down slowly, dragging out the ecstasy as long as he could. You whined, the sound taut in the back of your throat, and he shushed you, peppering your face with kisses, especially over the tears.

“You did so good,” he cooed, exhaustion finally settling into his bones. “So good, darlin’. Like you were made for me.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead then, sighing as he pulled out. You whined again at the loss, but he silenced it with a kiss to your lips before sitting back. “I’ll be right back. Let me go grab something to clean us up.”

Your hand shot forward, gripping his arm tighter than you had all night, eyes flying open. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t be gone for more than a second, baby.” Still, you whimpered, and he felt his heart drop. “Do you want to come with me, or do you want to just clean up in the morning.”

“Morning. In the morning.”

And how could he ever deny you when you begged like that. He sighed and nodded, letting you pull him down onto the bed with you, your body curling around him instantly. “You know I’m gross right now,” he mumbled half-heartedly, his eyes already drooping closed.

“Don’t care,” you grumbled back. “Love you.”

“I love you too, y/n. More than you’d ever know.”

#Brian thomas x reader #brian thomas smut #hoody x reader #hoody smut #brian thomas #marble hornets #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets smut #marble hornets x reader

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