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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 months

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Passing Autumn Nights

[Proxies (Toby, Masky, Hoodie) X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: also known as the 'fuck me i just miss autumn' fic and LOVE writing slice of life things.]

[1356 words <3]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Moments like these never last forever. Fleeting, careless, and bittersweet, they remind you of a time long, long passed. The moon is rising and a chill runs through the air. It oddly warms you and reminds you of friends that pass in and out of your life just as freely, though in your past life it might have caused you minor concern.

You sit on the hood of this stupid car Toby stole. It’s sporting a giant dent in the side, and some of the paint near the tires is rusting but it’s taken care of the four of you so far. In your hand is a pack of cigarettes. You don’t smoke. You tried it once and hated it, coughing up like a crude imitation of a dragon lighting up your first attempt, and never tried again after that. They’re actually Tim’s; he wants you to hold them to help kick his habit.

Brian says it’s a sign he’s trusting you more and more. After all, no one knows Tim like him, and you trust your right hand’s judgment.

Laying in the back seat is Brian himself. His forearm is over his eyes to shield them from the harsh overhead lights in the parking lot. He smells like pine, the woods, a bit of whiskey but not too much. He’s got his back windows rolled down as he waits with you for Toby and Tim to finish whatever the hell they’re doing inside the grocery store. You all needed some cash, and Tim has ways of getting it without any suspicion raised. Whole registers, wallets, purses, things lifted without so much as a smile on his face and an oddly friendly, ‘have a nice day’ in response.

In your hands, you play with the lighter Tim also left with you. You flick it a few times before finally hearing your right hand’s voice.

“Leave it,” he hums tiredly, not bothering to move his forearm from his closed eyes. “Thing’s low enough.”

You smile softly and cap it before resting it back in your jacket pocket. For a mid October day, it’s only a little cold, which is surprising. You expected it to be chillier. Or maybe that’s just your proxy blood telling you to not register cold the way a human might. There’s scrapes all over your body, some from missions, others from training, only one from The Operator himself. You trace over the heated mark on your clothed thigh and internally wince, remembering when you upset him. “Sorry,” you apologize half heartedly as you run your thumb in slow circles over the smooth box of cigarettes. “Just get antsy waiting.”

Brian hums again in response as if to ask ‘why’, but makes no further move to press. He just smiles slightly in response to your presence. “You can always ask them how they’re doing,” he says. When you glance over your shoulder to peer at him through the windshield, he tapes at his temple. Head talk, of course.

You squint a bit across the parking lot and feel a small bout of relief wash through your system as Tim and Toby step out of the store, bags in hand from legitimate purchases, and well, you can feel the things they acquired outside of legal bounds. “No need to,” you say in response to Brian.

“Get off the hood,” Tim chides you slightly, but he makes no further move to disturb you. It’s said much like an older brother would to a pesky younger sibling.

In solidarity, and out of a love for annoying his leader, Toby haphazardly opens the trunk of the car, tosses the bags inside which earns a scowl from Tim, and then bounds over to sit on the hood with you. He leans back a bit, resting his tired body alongside yours. “Kinda crowded in there,” he says to you, knowing you’re curious about how it all went. “Bit too crowded for a Thursday at 8pm,” he muses further. He runs his fingers through his chopped brown hair, gazing at the night sky. The moon has always captivated him. Reminds him of simpler times. He likes autumn just as much as you do, and this feels like the best it’s going to get.

“What took you guys so long, then?” You inquire as you and Toby listen with half attention to Brian and Tim’s conversation. Something about future work, run of the mill proxy lifestyle things.

Toby rummages around in his pockets and pulls out a handful of dum dum lollipops he lifted. He gives you a toothy grin and nods for you to pick a flavor before he settles on blue raspberry after you’ve chosen. He crinkles the wrapper, shoves it in his pocket and then holds his hand out for you to give him your wrapper as well. He pops the sweet thing in his mouth and savors the taste before shrugging a bit, “you know Tim. That’s how it always is.” He smiles when Tim taps the windshield in slight annoyance.

“C’mon, get back in the car. We got somewhere to go,” Tim says as he starts the car up. Either you two get in, or he’s driving with you two strapped to the top of the car.

“Shotgun-!”

“Sh-oh come on,” Toby sighs in defeat as you snicker in triumph and slide off the hood of the car. You pat his shoulder and then round your way to the passenger seat, settling in and feeling oddly warmer despite not registering you were cold to begin with. You watch as Toby slouches his way to the backseat with Brian, who at first, does not want to move for the former runt. When Toby shoves him, Brian only laughs and tells him to ‘not get your panties in a bunch’.

“So, where are we going?” You ask as Tim puts the car in drive and smoothly leaves the parking lot. You’re always surprised at the places proxies end up. Right now, you’re in southern Illinois right around Ruth’s hometown. You wouldn’t tell her, but you visited her family’s farm and left a small gift. She would say it’s far too much, and even dangerous for proxy influence to be near her folks and younger siblings but The Operator’s always been fond of her. He wouldn’t hurt them. Not while she performs beautifully for him.

Tim props his left arm up on the sill of the car window, resting his head there as he drives with one hand. He’s very relaxed, preferring driving at night as opposed to dealing with everyone else when the sun is out shining. He won’t admit it either, but he loves autumn nights like these too. He watches the lights of the town start to fade as you head further south. “Stopping in a small proxy town, meeting with EJ, then Jeff is gonna tag along. Something about… a farm? Lotta farms lately,” he chuckles tiredly. “It’s kinda perfect for Halloween - I’ve never seen The Operator so fascinated with a witch before. So, that. He said he wanted us with those two, and we’ll get further directions once we’re at said farm.”

Brian clears his throat and adjusts his posture so he’s sitting up. “That farm gonna have pumpkins?” He asks. It’s surprisingly out of character for your right hand, arguably one of the most brutal proxies in your team.

Tim shrugs. “Fuck if I know.”

You laugh softly, “why? You wanna carve some?”

Some part of Brian’s old world personality shines through. His smile, the crinkle in his eyes despite him being older and no longer a college student but a weathered, jaded proxy is visible as he nods slightly. “Yeah,” he sniffs slightly, gaze now falling out the window at the orange, red and yellow trees visible from the car’s headlights as you pass, only to see them disappear as the four of you roll through. “Always liked autumn,” he says.

There’s that warm, gentle feeling again. You focus on your lollipop, feeling the presence of something mulled and sweet. This is as good as it’s gonna get.

“Yeah,” a pause, “me too.”

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thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask · 1 year

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In prison AU, I feel like darling would be an young cop in training and with not very much experience and that Darling just got out of college and just started the work. The reason why they hired Darling in an such dangerous prison (Probably the most dangerous prison as there's demons and ghosts and insane man) is because just like in the Mental Asylum AU, Darling is very good the job and pretty good at it.

Well those are my thoughts but I would like to hear yours words at the Darling in this AU, If you don't mind😊 .

Something Short (Prison AU Introduction)

Warning: Criminals, death row, rape and sexual assault mentioned, murder, violence, cannibalism, graphic descriptions of crimes, mental disorders, mental instability, sadism, apathy, sexual themes, robbery, drug use, sexual harassment, short tempers, big sentences I'm talking life, massacres and more. This AU is not for the faint of heart.

Yep! I didn't do all of them (I think I left out 2 people, but besides that they're all here.)

I feel like you would be having a paid internship at the maximum security prison due to you being the best cop at the college you're attending.

Here's what you need to know.

Jeffery Woods. A man in his early 30s, arrested for multiple accounts of serial Murder, Mutilation, Kidnapping, Torture, Stalking, Vandalism, Arson, Breaking and entering, Parricide, Drug use and rape. He has the reputation of assaulting, mocking, teasing and harassing guards. Jeff is often in solitary confinement, but that doesn't stop him from his usual actions. Has to be kept away from Jane Elizabeth Arkensaw due to them activity starting fights. He is deemed one of the deadliest prisoners. During your internship, he will be one of the prisoners you'll be interacting to help sharpen your skills. He will by far be one of if not the hardest to interrogate.

Tobias Erin Rogers. A man in his late 20s arrested for Serial murder, Torture, Vandalism, Arson, Stalking, Patricide, Breaking and Entering, Kidnapping, and suspected of multiple accounts of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed. Currently sentenced to life in jail with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. He suffers a handful of disorders and quite often causes trouble for both staff and other inmates. He struggled with controlling his emotions and his impulsive behavior which often leads to himself, inmates and staff to be harmed. Despite this, you will be interacting with him during your internship due to him being able to get a long with staff for a short period of time if he finds them "hot." Warnings, don't get too attached, don't believe most of the things he says, don't give or take anything from him, and don't let his suffering fool you. He has a history of using his suffering against others and actually led to him escaping when he was first sent here when he was 19, and they didn't capture him again until last year when he turned 27.

Liu Woods, also known as Homicidal Liu. A man in early to mid 20s, arrested for Serial murder, stalking, kidnapping, robbery, breaking and entering, assault, and vandalism. Currently serving a a sentence of 50 years but has a chance of parole once he serves 20. Liu is the little brother of Jeffery Woods, and after Jeffery almost murdered him, he developed an alter ego named Sully. Lui is is relatively quiet, observant, possessive and violent. But his violence gets worse when he's Sully. Lui normally doesn't harm guards or prisoners unless provocted, but he has attacked them with no apparent reason on multiple accounts. Liu is one of the prisoners you will be seeing often due to you working mostly in his section of the prison, where most of the pastas are such of Eyeless Jack and Toby. Warning when dealing with Liu, watch your words and actions, DO NOT touch anything of his unless it's a danger to him or others, and don't asked him too much about his past due to it being his biggest trigger in becoming Sully. If you're dealing Sully, be extremely careful, don't make sudden moves and don't anger him. Sully is extremely violent, sadistic but oddly childish. Sully is supposedly a seven year old according to both himself and Liu, so treat him as an extremely dangerous child.

Helen Otis, also labeled The Bloody Painter. A man between the ages for 25 to 35, arrested for Serial murder, kidnapping and breaking and entering. He culprit of both the 1994 school massacre and a murder case in 2003. He is sentenced to 45 years without parole. Helen is extremely apathetic, cold and selfish. Despite this however, he can be polite, a gentleman. All of his murders represent some form of art, using the blood of his victims to create beautiful work at every crime scene. Helen is two faced, meaning that his gentleman front is an act, nothing genuine. Helen doesn't fight staff or prisoners, only attacking if they were to attack him first. He's known to be polite to both staff and prisoners, even flirting with some of the staff members. You'll be using Helen's cases as a way to practice investing crimes scenes, and you'll be interacting with Helen occasionally in order to figure out the motives behind his murders. Warnings when interacting with Helen, don't fall for his manipulation, don't fall for his charm and never allow yourself or him to go off topic.

Eyeless Jack. A demon is what he is. Not a human, not a ghost, but a demon sent from hell. EJ's age is unknown, we don't how long he's been commiting his crimes or even how long he's been around. But, relying on appearance alone, he appears to be a 24 year old humanoid with no eyes. Ej is charged with serial murder, cannibalism, kidnapping, breaking and entering, and stalking. EJ's sentence is life in prison without parole and the judge is consider the death sentence. Ej doesn't talk much, always watching the other prisoners with hunger written on his face. He's often wearing a mask, but when he isn't you can see the Eyeless sockets and if he opens his mouth, the hundreds of tentacle like tongues he has. No staff member is allowed to be alone with EJ due to him in the past immediately murdering and eating the staff members' organs. EJ is known to be cruel, sadistic, highly intelligent and scarily patient, he's a predator. During your internship, you won't be interacting with EJ unless told, and even then you won't be allowed alone with him. But you can't shake off the feeling someone is following or watching you. Is that... Blood?

Laughing Jack. Another demon we holp in or facility. To be honest, we don't even know if he's a demon or an imaginary friend gone real, we really don't know. We don't know his age or how he manifested. Even if we rely on his appearance, we can't determine how old he might be. Jack is arrested for serial murder, torture, mutilation, kidnapping, and breaking and entering. Jack is extremely playful and childish, his main victims being families, but mostly their children, he claims he's a child's best friend, he's also evil, sadistic, cruel, and an overall mystery to us. He is sentenced to life in prison, but even then he has escaped multiple times. You won't be interacting with Jack at all during your internship, due to his case still being looked into and more and more charges are being found for him. But every day he finds you, talking to you, showing you tricks, being playful and entertaining, but you can't ignore the look in his eyes. You don't exactly know how to explain it, but whatever it, his plans for you are far from innocent fun.

Timothy Wright. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for serial Murder, Stalking, trespassing, kidnappings, rape, vandalism, breaking and entering, and arson. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Tim is quite the unstable prisoner, often seen yelling and cursing and fighting people oen minute, and muttering, pulling at his hair, screaming and crying the next. Tim suffers from both schizophrenia and MPD, and due to us restricting his meds so he wouldn't abuse them causes him to be, uncontrollable. Tim has an alter ego named Masky. While Tim is more calm yet violent and moody and often in some form of distress, Masky is short-tempered, violent, sadistic, and an awful man. Whenever Tim is Masky he claims he doesn't even remember the stuff he did, but he describes it as him blacking out. Tim isn't out often so during your internship you'll mostly be interacting with Masky, not Tim. If your interacting with Tim, don't think for a second he's nicer or safer. Tim can be rude, mean, manipulative and violent, but with Masky it's at a whole different degree. When dealing with Timothy, don't fall for his manipulation, tricks, charms, nothing. In the past he's been known to have lighters, cigarettes, guns and other things just from having one conversation with a guard. If Tim starts become more and more unstable, leave and call a hard to take him back to his cell to calm down. You have to have Strong skin if you're gonna deal with Tim/Masky. He's ruthless, blunt, sadistic and will make you cry and breakdown, all for his amusement. He often fights with Tobias and yells at his 'friend' Brian, who often either ignores him and mocks him.

Brain Thomas. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for Stalking, serial Murder, Theft, Kidnapping, suspected of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed, vandalism, hacking, blackmail, breaking and entering, arson and torture. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Brian also has an alter ego by the name of Hoodie. Brian is often quiet, observant and keeps to himself most of time, mostly only interacting with Tim and a few others but tends to be by himself in his cell most of the time. He has a reputation of being a charmer and a flirt with the guards only to use them to get stuff such as phones and cameras. What he needs the camera's for, we don't know. Hoodie on the other hand rarely talks. And when he does it's slightly deeper than Brian's voice. Hoodie is way more hostile and alert than Brian, and unlike Tim, Brian remembers everything that he does while as Hoodie. When you interact with Brian, don't listen to words, don't fall for his charms, and more specifically, don't fall for his blackmail. It's not sure how, but Brian has dirt on everyone who works at the prison, and anyone who hasn't followed his orders became another victim to his blackmail. Brian, just like his co-workers Tobias and Tim, is very sadistic and cruel, and surprisingly apathetic. He admitted that everytime his victims would cry or tell him how bad of person he was, he'd only smile and laugh and told them that he didn't care. When dealing with Brian, don't talk too much, and don't talk too little. Brian is a gather, an interrogator, he knows how to get info by any means.

Benjamin Lawman, also known as Ben Drowned. A man in his between the ages of 18 and 23. Ben is a ghost, or more a vengeful spirit, but he's like a human, being able to touched and seen. Ben was charged with serial murder, kinda of a cult leader, drug use, kidnapping, hacking, vandalism, torture, stealing government files, tampering of evidence, and suspected of rape but is yet to be confirmed. He is also on death row but the judge is considering possibly taking him out if he's willing to help them with tech, but by how things are going so far Ben is stuck on death row. Ben is a sadistic, apathetic, oppressive, controlling, perverted, master manipulator who literally doesn't give a shit about anything. His mugshot was like those teenage dirtbag videos you see on TikTok. Ben is known for starting power outages, corrupting camera footage, sexually harassing staff and making the prisoners in the other half of the prison his bitch just by manipulating them. Ben doesn't see prison as prison, he sees it as a small little vacation, the only thing missing is the tech and drugs. You are forbidden from interacting with Ben due to him being a high level threat. Those who have to interact with him remove any and all tech, including walkies and watches. Ben is held in a special cell, with him cuffed and against the wall. When you walk into his room, his glitched out voice erupted into laughter and he has a deranged smile on his face. He's extremely close with Jeffery and EJ, all them being trialed together and sentenced together. When he heard about you from Jeffery, he paid you a little visit on the camera feed, even walking out of the computer and touching you. They thought moving the computers to a different building would stop him, nope! If you ever were to run into Ben, protocol is to do what he says and get out as soon as possible. Ben loves how hot you are, he mainly wants your ass. Ben wants you purely for his own pleasure, both sexually and physically, he wants to hurt and fuck you so bad, but until he gets the chance to work with you, he must wait.

Jonathan Blake, or popularly known as The Puppeteer. A ghost between the ages of 20 to 30. An evil spirit. Charged with serial murder, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, and Abuse. He's been sentenced to life in prison without possiblity of parole. The Puppeteer is a dangerous and hostile being, in the past having interns and staff who struggled with their mental states to kill themselves after interacting with him only once. Due to this, you'll be getting a mental evaluation to see if you're classified to interact with him during your internship here. The Puppeteer does tend to be quite an emotional rollercoaster, sometimes he randomly enters states of rage and confusion before shutting down. We don't know much about his past, any time we tried asking he'll either be confused or enter a state of rage. If you are classified to interact with him, here's what you need to know. We don't call him Jonathon, he doesn't respond to the name, it's possible he might've blocked out his memories, so we call The Puppeteer, since that's what he responds to. Don't let him get to your head. The Puppeteer is infamous for the mass suicides in the area. He's extremely manipulative and also a charmer, so it's important not to fall for his antics. We does have two confirmed accomplices, but we are yet to confirm who exactly they are, nor have we caught them. One day during your internship you were caught by, golden strings? That's when you saw him. He claims that you were too beautiful to kill, but you would be perfect as a puppet. His mindless, emotionless puppet. Be careful around him, very careful.

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scary-lasagna · 4 months

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oh oh oh!! Yandere proxies with a darling who, in the escape attempt, damages the proxy marking thing?

If a marking is damaged, it still relays a weak signal. Lesser creatures won't be able to detect it, but higher beings will. But damn, is it painful. It's a direct link to Slender, and then it's severed, it's disobedience. Disobedience is punished.

Masky

It was a knife, the very weapon used against you to subdue your 5th escape attempt.

You were a fighter, and that's why he wanted you.

That's why he adored you.

But damn. You could really pack a smart faced punch when you needed to.

He was on top of you, with the handle of his knife between his teeth, struggling to fist both of your wrists at the same time. And in a quick motion, you snatched the knife, chipping his tooth in the process, and swiped down on the shoulder of his jacket.

He screamed, completely blacking out in pain and clutching his shoulder. You managed to quickly scamper away as Masky starts heaving and collapsing on the ground, spots clouding his vision from the pain alone.

You didn’t waste time pushing yourself off of the bloody grass, and almost slipped as you ran into the brush of the forest.

Time seemed to escape you as you pounded your way through the forest, not caring where you went as long as you were keeping distance from Masky, who was hopefully still writhing in the ground in pain and regret.

But then you came to the conclusion that you were lost. You didn’t know how long you’ve been in the woods, how many times you’ve passed the same tree (or at least you thought it was), and why it seemed like something was following behind you.

It might just be a squirrel, right? But no, foolish [Y/N] this is the Black Forest, there are no harmless squirrels. Any creature in here following a cute little human like you has no good intentions to your health.

You didn't even have time to react to your quick, painless death of a snapping neck.

Hoodie

Hoodie is usually a bit more smarter than this, he knows how to protect his weak spots, unlike Masky who tends to act on reckless anger.

It was only a simple scratch as you flailed under his grip, consistently dragging you by your ankles and eventually the rim of your pants, which you quickly learned was an easy handle that he enjoyed dragging you around with.

A game of cat and mouse can only go on so long before the mouse gets eaten. Freedom was only steps away into that dark forest, you didn't care if you could find your way out, because you'd have a better chance of survival against the elements and beasts rather than with this complete psychopath.

But a measly little scratch, just enough to draw blood was enough to drag him down.

He was more fortunate than the others, getting by with only a scratch that felt like a hot, molten nickel erupting from the wound.

Hoodie's grip released, and you quickly freed yourself, scrambling away while he hunched in pain, screaming through his gritted teeth.

Hoodie's body was entirely tense, focused on the sheer amount of pain wrecking his body in wave after wave.

You almost paused to stare at the sight, not quite sure if it was a trap or not. He tended to trick you with little tests.

But you tested fate that day, and sprinted into the forest, letting him watch helplessly as you faded into the brush.

Toby

tw: seizure

Toby doesn't feel pain, but magic will not let a bad deed go unpunished no matter the circumstance.

In Toby's eyes, you only needed a little coaxing to stay still while he attempted to shackle the handcuffs on your wrists.

He'd given you too much freedom to be comfortable with.

A knife stuck out of Toby's back, although it took a moment for him to realize the marking was split open from the blood running down his back.

He felt no pain, but the hallucinations started soon after.

He kept screaming your name, calling for help, it was too pathetic for you to feel sympathy for, even if you had stayed to help him.

His wretched voice echoed throughout the house as you rushed toward any door, any window you spotted. Your mind rushed faster than you could make sense of it, and even opened a pantry in the rush of adrenaline.

You had to try the back door, which was past Toby's body in the living room.

And it fell unusually quiet.

But upon tiptoeing into the living room, with eyes wide and full of primal panic and focus, you noticed Toby convulsing on the ground.

But you didn't have any sympathy for him, you reminded yourself. Every villain as their golden moments, and in his delusions he loved you. But people don't hurt someone that they love. And they certainly do not threaten to lock them in handcuffs, to shove them into a windowless basement.

Foaming at the mouth, Toby wasn't present anymore, and didn't pose a threat even if the seizure did stop before you left.

You grabbed the keychain from his pocket, and unlocked the multiple locks lining the back door, and you disappeared from his life, hopefully for good this time.

When Toby finally woke up, the back door was open, a stupid racoon was picking through his hair.

#now in theory if the proxies went to slender to get it removed there would be a little bit less pain #not too much less #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #masky #ticci toby #creepypasta x reader #proxies x reader #ticci toby x reader #seizure #tw seizure

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cavity-exe · 6 months

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Kiss me Animal

This has been in my drafts way too long with me very slowly updating it. I haven't written in a long time and this is honestly super self indulgent. I just need more plus size readers with Brian in my life

Warnings- Reader is described to have tits and cunt and is called pretty girl. P in V, praise kink, Brian definitely being ooc and a simp for soft chubby girls, fight me. I think that's it, I tried to make it friendly for all the plus sized girlies to read so if I missed any warnings or unfriendlies just lemme know :3

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It'd been a long day

A really long fucking day, anything that could have went wrong absolutely did. Brian sighed as he kicked off his boots, the soles making a heavy thunk as they hit the wooden floor. He flopped back onto their old couch, arms resting on top of it as his head leaned back. A hand wiped down over his face as he let out a groan recalling all the events that had occurred today.

It was supposed to be a simple mission really, take out two people and wipe up any evidence the two had gathered. This sort of thing shouldn't have even required all three of them, and yet it was the messiest job they'd done in a long while. Tim triggered the back door alarm which could have worked in their favor if they had known where in the house the victims were, they didn't. A chair got taken to the back of Tim's head collectively knocking him out for a bit. Of all things Toby had to be threatened with was a blow torch, the fire of course freaking him out and causing him to stumble into Brian.

Another groan left the man as he shook his head, cringing at just how clumsy all three of them had been. Of course they did what needed to be done, but the drive back was tense as fuck with the other two being royally pissed off about how everything had gone down.

Brian was over the whole thing, wanting to just let it roll off his back and move on with his day. The blonde lazily sat up, throwing his hoodie off and onto a chair as he walked into the cabins little kitchenette. It was almost a surprise to see someone else there, forgetting for a quick moment that it wasn't just him and the other two men in the cabin anymore. He eyed you as you didn't seem to notice his presence, which wouldn't be the first time for Brian anyways. You'd been here for a few months, the operator unfortunately having taken a liking to you and directing you to their cabin of all areas.

Brian's eyes washed over your plump form, it looked like you had just rolled out of bed, hair unkempt and a loose t-shirt falling off your shoulder. His eyes went lower, a tight lil pair of black shorts were hugging your ass and chubby thighs. He hated those tiny little shorts, though you obviously seemed to love them since you wore them so God damn often. Maybe if you hadn't Brian would have talked to you more, no excuses for his mind or eyes to start wandering, though even he knew that was a lie. The man still couldn't hold conversation with you even when out doing work, and you wore cargo pants for fucks sake.

Brian looked off to the side, not wanting to be a creep as he cleared his throat to get your attention. It seemed like that was always his goal though, not wanting to appear as some sort of creep to you. It annoyed him to no end, he was the smooth talker out of their group, if they had to talk to a victim he was the first to go without a problem.

"Hey, how'd it go?". You didn't turn to face him as he walked up to the counter, pouring himself a mug of coffee. Glancing at your face, you almost looked annoyed with the slight pout and furrowed eyebrows.

"It uh, definitely could've gone better, the other two went out to go cool off from it actually". You looked over to him amused, sipping at your own mug with a nod, eyes slipping down him for a brief second before quickly looking away.

"You alright? Look like you been sleeping all day, and doesn't look like it was a good sleep". He let out a soft chuckle, at the grimace that came over your face with a shake of your head.

"Yeah I'm alright, though sleeping would've been much more accomplishing honestly". You sighed out while setting your mug in the sink. Brian raised an eyebrow at that, more accomplishing?

Watching you walk out of the kitchen, his eyes trailed down once again, before letting out a cough to himself and looking away.

This was usually how it went since you started staying with the three of them. Sure the two of you had held a few conversations late at night on the couch, but you just seemed to hold much longer talks with Tim and Toby, Tim of all people? Brian felt like he was honestly losing his touch. With a sigh he rolled onto his back, thick comforter shifting underneath him as he stared at the ceiling. His body shifted as his mind easily wandered to past images of your body, his hand going over his face at how easily worked up he seemed to be lately. Maybe he just needed a good fuck?

Though, when even was the last time he got laid? Too long apparantly as he groaned trying to remember before slipping a hand down his sweats. He let out a huff as he wrapped a fist around his half hard cock, immediately an image of those tiny black shorts coming to mind.

He swallowed thickly as he slowly pumped up and down, wetting his bottom lip as he imagined your soft thighs spilling out of fabric. How they dug into your flesh when you sat on the couch across from him. He loved how when you sat down the soft skin of your tummy bunched up over your hip and spilled out of whatever bottoms you had on. He let out a low groan, imagining how soft you'd feel against him, thumb running over the head of his cock, smearing the drip of precum over his member.

His head tilts back against the pillow, a soft wet slap being heard around the room. He let's out a grunt, imagining the jiggle of your ass as you ran in front of him, fuck if only co-

Knock, knock knock

Eyes snapped open at the light rap on his door, an annoyed low grunt leaving him as he tucked himself back into his sweats. Trudging to the door and opening it, about to give whoever it was a fuck off.

"H-hey, um sorry I know it's late."

The annoyed look on Brian's face quickly fell, suddenly aware of how his sweats hugged around his crotch he leaned himself away from the door frame as best as he could.

"Oh no don't worry about it, I wasn't asleep anyways. Did you need something?" He smiled down at you as calmly as he could trying to appear as relaxed as he could. He scanned your body as quickly as he could, fuck you had another pair of those damn shorts? Another color but it didn't matter, you were at his door in those tight lil things with a snug tank top on. He gulped slightly as he watched your chest rise and fall, watching how your flesh threatened to spill out over the fabric. How it hugged your soft sides and hips and waist and holy fuck he could see your hard nipples clearly through it.

"You have a bad staring problem, yknow that Brian?."

Hazel eyes snapped back up to your face that held a small smile. Brian felt his face heat up as he coughed into his fist.

"Fuck sorry, could you repeat yourself? Maybe I'm more tired than I thought". Playing it off with a chuckle as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, stepping closer to him and into the door frame.

"I'm not that oblivious, you know that right?" Your hand came up to rest on his chest with a playful smile. Brian had to stare at you for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of your hand on his bare skin had his head reeling.

The next few moments were a blur of you getting tugged into the bedroom, big hands gripping at the soft flesh on your hips. Your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into a kiss had Brian almost melting, pushing you against his door as he felt you up. Surprised as soft lips moved against his own excitedly.

It felt like Brian couldn't touch enough of you, wanting more of your soft flesh to squish between his fingers. A low groan left him as you tugged at his bottom lip, his hand pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hips. A shudder went through him as you ground yourself against his lap.

Lips trailed down your soft jaw and neck, his hands going lower to squeeze at your ass while he sucked just above your collar. The soft whimpers leaving your parted lips every time he sucked on your skin had him grinding himself back against you.

"Fuck pretty girl, don't know how long I've wanted to feel you like this." He pulled away from your marked neck. A hand was brought up to your face and he let out an amused hum at the warmth coming from your cheeks. You let out a little pant before smiling at him.

"I should've shown up at your door late at night a lot sooner then huh? I guess I just didn't ever wanna interrupt your lil one on one times with yourself." You had a sly smile as you scrunched your nose up at him. Brian dropped his head with a slight chuckle, quickly gripping your other thigh and hoisting you up. He let out a laugh at the the yelp that came out of you.

"What a fucking tease, you knew all this time and didn't even wanna help a guy out? Maybe I should just leave you high and dry tonight then." He gave you a serious stare but it was a fucking lie. There was no way Brian was gonna choose not to sink into your soft form and watch you come undone. Annoyingly you seemed to already know that as you smiled at him.

"Just take me to the bed already, we both know thats not happening".

Brian could have said something sarcastic but did as told anyway, sitting on the edge of the bed so you were perched on his lap all pretty. His hands couldn't help but find place on your soft hips, thick fingers sinking into the doughy skin. His fingers found the fabric of your shorts, tugging them down and off of you, a small smirk forming on his lips at the sight of the pretty little thong you had on underneath.

You rested your hands on his chest, gliding them up and down the bare skin before dragging down to the top of his sweatpants.

Brian had to hold back a groan as you shifted against him. A sigh leaving him as you held onto his shoulders, his own hands tugging you closer as you ground into him. Half lidded eyes glanced up to your face, lips parted and your eyes downcast as you watched yourself move against him.

He felt like he was a in a haze as he watched you, hands gripping onto you like they never wanted to let go. He brought a hand up to your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss your lips. Brian guided your hand back to his sweats, letting you tug them down to let his cock out. A sigh left him through his nose as you got right back to grinding against him, his cock catching on your damp panties every so often. A low chuckle goes through his chest at the sound of your whines, reaching a finger down to tug your panties aside. Rough hands gripped tightly onto your hips, beginning to guide your movements as his cock slid back and forth between your wet folds, the tip of his cock bumping against your clit every so often.

You found yourself on your back suddenly, head sinking down into a pillow as you blinked up at the blonde. It almost seemed predatory how he hovered over you, flushed lips panting as his eyes raked over your form. His hand almost smacks down onto your thigh with how rough he grips it, watching the fat squeeze through his fingers before moving your thighs apart and moving himself inbetween them.

Brian gulped as he watched your chest rise and fall underneath him, the way you looked laying there had his head racing with too many scenarios of everything he wanted to do to you.

"Please?". Just one word had him almost losing it, he'd imagined himself teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore countless times, but right now he couldn't seem to find the patience. Brian has to almost hold back a groan as he grips his cock, pushing it against your wet hole a few times before finally sinking in. The whine that leaves you has him huffing out a laugh as he catches his breath, grip tight on your hips as he lets you adjust.

It's truly a sight to see for Brian, thighs spread open around him, tank top bunched up on top of your soft tummy, the fabric stretched to the side and letting your tits almost spill out. He watched as your hands came up to paw at his chest, a lopsided grin forming on his lips as you mouthed his name. He didn't need anymore than that to start quickly putting into you, a grunt and a pant leaving him every few thrusts.

"Feel so soft under me pretty girl, fuck, just like I imagined." Rough hands squeezed at your thighs and hips, trailing up to your tummy despite the whines leaving you.

"Really don't understand how many times I've thought about fucking this soft cunt, so fuckin warm and tight and so god damn wet. Do you hear the filthy sounds your little cunt is making for me?." One of his hands left your thighs, coming up to grip your jaw in his hand so you could look up at him, smiling down at you like the cocky fuck he is. It felt like words were stuck in the back of your throat as he fucked you, your mouth opening a few times but no more than a moan leaving you. He grins with a harsh pant, hand leaving your jaw as it reaches down to suddenly tug at your nipple, a yelp leaving you.

"Oh I knew you could still talk, come on pumpkin, wanna hear you. Gotta use your big girl words for me."

The way he was talking to you was certainly doing something to you, talking in that sweet loving tone, his words drawn out, and yet it felt like he was mocking you. A louder moan leaves you as he moves to grip one of your thighs, holding it up against his hip so he can fuck into you deeper.

"Come on, tell me how it feels won't you baby?."

Fast pants and whimpers are leaving you before you can finally get your words to work. "S'feels good! Feels good Brian!."

He can't help but almost laugh at how whiny it comes out, rutting into you faster as he leans down against you.

"Aw atta girl, I knew you could do it pumpkin." The whine that leaves you before hiding your face into his shoulder is enough to make him finally laugh. Still gripping onto your thigh he slows down his pace, feeling himself getting worked up just a little too fast. He leans down just a bit more next to your ear, breathy voice the only other thing you can focus on other than his cock.

"You like when I call you sweet lil names huh sweetheart? Can't hide it with the cute sounds you make everytime I call you something. Is that all I need to do to get you to listen and talk to me hm? Call you baby, pumpkin or tell you just how good you are for me?."

Brian was really just rambling at this point, the slow drag of his cock slipping in and out of your warm cunt had his head feeling hazy. He was barely registering the way your nails slowly dug into his shoulders the more he talked.

"Don't worry baby, you can be my good girl every night." Finally leaning back up, he holds your cheek in his hand, taking a deep breath as he picks his pace back up again. He watches tears well up in your eyes, how warm your cheek is against his hand from embarrassment was going straight to his cock. His lips were on yours suddenly, the kiss messy and wet with drool seeping down your lips. Eyes were half lidded, watching the other before Brian pulled away, thumb coming up to swipe the drool back into your mouth. A heavy pant left him as he sunk his thumb into your mouth, resting it on your tongue as he groaned. He kept it there as his thrusts became short and quick.

"Need to feel you cum around me pretty girl, wanna watch you make a complete mess of yourself." Fingers slipped down in-between the both of you, two fingers coming down to your clit and rubbing in slow small circles. The arch in your back had him speeding up his fingers, grin never leaving his face as he watched your eyes screw shut.

"Fu-fuck, I-."

"Go ahead sweetheart, lemme feel you." Just one more sweet little name was all you needed apparently as you let out a whiny moan, thighs shuddering in his grasp. Both hands came to grip your waist as he grunted, quick curses leaving him before he was spilling into you.

Your hand ran over your forehead and layed above you as you panted, staring up at the ceiling as you listened to the blonde pant beside you. You glanced over at him, arm laying over his chest as he seemed to also be in a daze. Watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed before glancing over at you too. The boyish smile that formed on his lips was enough for you as you smiled back.

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Comments super appreciated cause I really wanna get back into writing, especially for marble hornets. Also yes this is set in an AU where they work for the operator, I'm sorry but it's easy and I'm dumb for them

#hoodie x reader #brian thomas x reader #marble hornets x reader #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #x reader #proxies x reader #marble hornets smut #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x chubby reader #creepypasta x plus size reader #yes ik they arent creepypasta but dont lie you know you bunch them together sometimes too LMAO

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leathermouthproxies · 1 year

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Proxy boys with afab sub reader smut headcanons

This was on Ao3 first so follow me there to keep up with my full length fics. Anyways here's my headcanons from hardest to softest doms.

Masky

Names he likes being called: Sir. Pretty much insists on it in bed

Names he likes to call reader: pet, kitten or puppy, whore, doll, little girl

Kinks: Brat Taming, bondage, weapon play, pet play, likes seeing you wearing tail plugs, so anal, CNC, size kink, predator and prey play, squirting, choking, breeding, huge sadist, impact play, will smack you if you're ok with it, having you hump his leg or boot

Tits or ass: Ass Fav position: mating press, your knees behind your head

Giving or receiving head: RECEIVING

He loves being completely in control, overstimulating you, humiliating you (he loves seeing you all flustered), degrading you, forcing you to squirt over and over, just completely using and destroying you, also loves seeing you wear things that claim you as his, like a collar or a necklace with his name on it. Likes playing little games with you, tag, hide and go seek, grabbing you from behind when you don't know he's there, gets a rise out of you being scared.

“Little whore loves getting fucked stupid huh?” “Aww did stupid forget how to talk? Come on kitten you've only cum 3 times I know you can give me some more.” "You know how happy Tim will be when I breed our baby into you? He loves seeing my bimbo be his domestic little wife." "I bet the neighbors know my name"

This man is literally a demon possessing Tim like how can he GO FOR SO LONG

Tim usually fronts for after-care. If Masky ever stops on his own his aftercare consists of him bringing you water, pulling you up on his chest, and praising you, which makes you flustered, which makes him hard, which then usually leads to round 2. Or 3. Or 4. Or until Tim fronts and sees you as a puddle of drool and tears and raspy moans under him.

Brian

Daddy. HUGE daddy dom

Princess, darling, baby girl, pretty, little girl

dd/lg, recording (exhibitionism), will ask for pictures or videos of you masturbating if he's out of the house for more than like. An hour. Has definitely asked Tim or Masky to record them fucking you for him to watch, so voyeurism, squirting but like not in an AGGRESSIVE way like Masky, praising, marking, bondage, having you grind on his leg or knee, mirrors, freak ass hoe for sure has a mirror across from and above the bed, lil bit of choking but again not as hard as Masky does it, creampies (seriously these guys love to cum inside you better get yourself an iud), edging

Tits

Standing (mans takes advantage of the operator strength), missionary, really anywhere that's not in a bed, kitchen counter, couch, car, against a tree in the forest, just in any position that he can pop a titty in his mouth or leave a hickey on your neck.

Honestly its 50/50 with oral, thinks you're adorable when he eats you out but also loves when you gag on his cock

Loves being completely in control but not in a forceful way like Masky, more in a “I want to see you melt under me” kind of way. Honestly he's so good at making you melt that you're not as bratty with him as you are with Masky. Still kind of bratty tho. While Masky likes forced orgasms, Brian loves edging you until you're begging and babbling. LOVES to praise you, loves when you're good for him, doesn't like to punish you but will turn into a hard dom if you get bratty or cum without permission.

“Such a pretty baby, gunna milk daddy's cock dry princess?” "Oh, were you close? I'm sorry baby girl, let's try that again." "Wave to the camera darlin', you know the other boys love when you look 'em in the eye." "Are you cum drunk already angel? That's okay, just let your daddy take care of you. You're so cute when you're all fucked out like this" "daddy's little princess"

Masky can fuck for hours but Brian loooves foreplay, he can toy with you for hours

Hoodie's the king of aftercare but Brian’s a close runner up

Will clean you up or carry and hold you in the shower if you want, make you go pee, bring you water or tea, wrap you both in a blanket, make sure he didn't cross any lines, be super soft with you, kiss kiss kiss kiss kISS

Toby

Listen to me

Hear me out HEAR ME OUT

I know we all think toby is a sub

And YES he looks like he gets pegged.

But I am telling you. I AM TELLLINNNG YOU.

This is not the case.

My boy is UN FUCKING HINGED

Cool with anything you want to call him, but his favorite is when you scream his name

Toby canonically comes from German ancestry and idk if the creator went further into that but I like to think his mom and dad are German immigrants, and toby has been to Germany to visit family so he can speak fluent German.

Bro be babblin’ shit out. Engel, babe, schätzchen, slut, sexy, schnucki, cum dump, mein angebetete, bunny, schatz, sweetheart, mieze, I mean he has tourettes so he really just calls you whatever comes to mind, accidentally called you manic pixie dream girl unironically one time and Tim still makes fun of him for it

Marking, biting, being bit, blood play, honestly probably period sex, he's a freak man fr, weapon play for sure, face shots, he would cover your entire body in his cum if he could cum that much, loves experimenting, having power over you, manhandling, VERY rough in bed, usually just from being over excited and not knowing what hurts people

Definitely accidentally blurted out that he would eat you if he could one time Was hot in the moment but he had some explaining to do during after care

We love our little cannibal don't we folks

Tits guy but loves shoving your face into the mattress and pulling your ass up into him, shower sex, again willing to try any position once

Loves the taste of you and will eat it like a demon but HUGE fan of getting some sloppy top. And I mean SLOPPY. He loves when you drool and gag

This guy just loves sex. Loves seeing you squirm under him, loves using you like his sex doll, probably calls you that too. Mans gets excited and VOCAL.

Toby also doesn't stutter in the original story but you know what? Eat my ass we have all headcanoned a stutter. It just lessens when he's confident- ie: making you his bitch. Although he still has tourettes and apparently disorganized speech as a symptom of his schizophrenia.

“Ich-ich möchte d-d-den, um, rest mein-n-nes lebensss mit dir vvver–rbringen” "hey y/n- pretty baby gonna make you scream tonight- hav-ve you sssseen my sch-ch-etch book“ "Ich w-w-w-erde dich für immmmer und ewig lieb-ben.” “JESUS-god-FUCK youre sssexy” “toby its 9 in the morning.” “Du siehst verboten gu-gut aus” "whore whorrre wh-h-hore yes fuck perfect whore aren't you?" "Your blood tastes so good." “Y-yeah, du liebst diesen schwanz in dir, nicht wahr hure?”

Sorry it's all German I just feel like he gets so in the moment that he kind of goes out of body and doesn't even realize what he's saying

His after care is kissing you all over your entire face and then conking the fuck out on your tits. Will more than likely wake up hard and ready again. If he doesn't pass out after the kisses he will open ubereats and ask what you want LOL

Hoodie

Ok Hoodie and Tim are on the same level of dom-ness but hoodie is more protective so he goes first

One thing he and Brian have in common: daddy. Hoodie also likes sir

Hoodie is usually non verbal but will talk sometimes when he's feeling particularly passionate, usually in a very monotone and even tone

When he does talk he calls you sickly sweet names

My love, precious, perfect

Collars, long makeout seshes, stomach bulging/ size kink. Tummy shots. Tummy. Shots. Loves putting you in pretty dresses OR his hoodie. He doesn't really have a lot of kinks, he just loves making love to you for hours. That's right you're not getting fucked when you're with him you're getting made LOVE to

.Feet. LMFAOOOOO

Usually tried to keep it on the downlow but one time while he was fucking he had your feet on his shoulders and. Suddenly he had a toe in his mouth before he could stop himself

Toby heard about it and now one of his tics is "foot boy" One time the guys were staking out a target in a mall when Toby looked at Brian and instantly yelled "FOOT BOY FOOT BOY". Tim laughed so hard he cried. They had to leave.

Brian hates Hoodie so much.

Anyways

Dude is EXTREMELY gentle with you, seriously treats you like you're made of glass. Also if this were a cartoon his eyes would turn into hearts every time he looked at you

He usually likes when you're on top, sitting on his lap while he told you close

But he will also HAPPILY oblige with anything you ask forAs long as you feel good that's all he wants

This guy

This fucking guy

Will eat.

For an eternity if you let him.

I am serious sometimes he eats until you safeword, like you RARELY have to safeword with any of the boys and the only time you ever had to with Hoodie is when he eats you out to the point where you literally feel like you're going to pass away. It’s kind of rare for him to not listen to your “ok I can't take it anymore”’s but sometimes he just can't get a hold of himself, it's like he goes out of body. Will end everything and go full aftercare mode for the safe word though.

He just loves to love you, he's the most protective, will carry you anytime you let him, always wants to be touching you, will do anything to make you happy even if it's not necessarily a good idea

If he witnesses someone be mean to you he WILL kill them of you don't explicitly tell him not to

Masky has to wait for Brian to front or send Hoodie out of the house to fuck you

This rule was made because one time Hoodie fronted while Masky was doing some impact play and Hoodie heard you scream. Hoodie almost choked Masky to death. It was a whole thing. It also turned into a 3 way. Anyways.

Point is you ask for the moon he'll bring you the whole solar system Thinks your whimpers are the cutest shit in the entire world, LOVES your soft little quiet moans

Again, really doesn't talk much, keeps things short and simple if he really has to speak

You think the longest sentence you've heard Hoodie say is when you asked if he could get some snacks while he was at the grocery store and while putting his shoes on he deadpan replied "I would eat a lightbulb if you asked me to." You took that as a yes.

But sometimes he says little worships and sweet nothings during sex

Now HOODIEHE is the king of aftercare

Goes super soft, again acts like you're made of glass, will gently lay you back down on the pillows, clean you off or carry you into the shower, again make sure you pee (ladies always take a girl-piss after sex), get you ice if you have bruises (usually from the other guys) hold you close and cover you both with the blankets, one of the rare times he talks is to ask you what you need from him, and again he will give you ANYTHING

He's so girl coded

Tim

Tim and hoodie have a lot in common actually

Again, daddy

I'm sorry they're all daddy af

Bear, teddy bear, handsome

Honey, doll, baby, darlin’

Just loves sweet lazy sex, but also not really because he loves spanking LOL

Not really a kink but him and hoodie love seeing you in pretty little dresses and skirts, tights or knee high socks, loves pulling your skirt up and plowing you Loves seeing you do lil domestic things, LOVES fucking to music, worships your body, literally thinks you have the most perfect body, gagging, spanking, loves when you dress up for him, lingerie and the occasional costume, definitely likes when you have a toy in you while you go about your day, either plug or vibrator, back shots

Honestly probably goes for anal when him and Brian dp you, so definitely is into you wearing plugs

Thighs and ass

Bro looooves your thighs

Asks you to smother him with them like once a day

69ing, getting his face sat on, fucking while you guys are on your side, again soft and lazy

He can drill you into the mattress if asked but prefers it soft

Mans EATS.

Remember how I said he loves thighs and ass?

This is exactly why he wants you to sit on it face Also why he likes 69ing, you're usually focusing on him while you're sucking his fat ass cock so you don't notice when you accidently settle to much and put all of your weight on his face which is EXACTLY his plan

He has had to tap out a couple times from almost suffocating

Anyways

Tim is obsessed with your body, wants it against him all of the time.

Cuddle. Fucking. MONSTER.

Toby and Hoodie are clingy 24/7 but Tim really values alone time with you and takes full advantage by being all over you. He also takes the protective roll when Hoodie's not around. He loves his little wife (doesn't matter if you're not married you're his little wife)

Also I don't think Tim is really as shy as a lot of people make him out to be

"Come sit that pretty ass on my cock, doll" "so soft and warm up against me baby" “Are you wearing all this just for me? Come give me a twirl, hun’” “please PLEASE just one chance I am on my knees BEGGING” “TIM I DON'T CARE IF YOU'LL GET HEALED I'M NOT BREAKING YOUR NECK WITH MY ASS”

Like I said Tim usually fronts mid fuck (well, is it mid fuck if you've been going for like 3 hours?) for Masky and kind of panics when he sees you SO fucked out It's kind of hot but he knows your ass is dehydrated

"Oh fuck, you good??"

Definitely felt really guilty the first time he saw the state Masky put you in before you assured him you fully were into it

Will clean you, probably untie you, get you ice and painkillers, and then make sure Masky didn't cross any lines

Masky is actually really good with consent, making sure things are okay before trying them for the first time, making sure you remember your safe word, but Tim still doesn't trust him

But with Tim's soft sweet sex aftercare usually isn't needed He just gives you sweet kisses and then asks if you're hungry <3

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americantfootball · 3 months

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hiii im not sure if you take reqs and you can ignore this if you want but i rlly love how u write the proxies!! ^__^ may i req for hcs of them in a poly relationship with reader? like who fell first, how they came to terms with being poly and etc

thx anon ! sorry for getting to ur request so late. i'd love to write for this. hope u enjoy :,) this is a oneshot cause i didn't know how to start this one up i kinda just kept writinggg lol

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ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION — proxies

cw, } gn!reader (they and them prns used), drinking, a little suggestive, mention of murder, why choose?

summary , } going out to the bar for a quick drink was not supposed to lead to this...

When you were first "chosen" as one of Slenderman's proxies, it was, undeniably, significantly overwhelming. Not only being introduced to one entity that you would be working for but several others that you were working and living with... yeah... a bit nerve-wracking.

Toby was incredibly welcoming, having been in the same situation as you when he arrived at the mansion for the first time. He undoubtedly found you attractive, but he would never willingly admit it. That was until...

The proxies were all tired and after one of their missions decided to visit the local bar for a quick drink. At this point, you were well acquainted with one another and the boys even felt comfortable taking their masks off around you when going into public spaces.

The dark sky was cloudy and the wind nipped aggressively at your skin as the four of you stepped into a small bar on the outskirts of a town in which you were unaware of the name.

Masky, or rather Tim, as he told you to call him in public, showed the group to a booth sitting in the back corner of the pub. Even through the blaring country music playing on an old jukebox, you could hear Toby grumble a soft complaint about the melodies playing from the machine, causing Hoodie, who told you to call him Brian, to send a glare toward Toby at the insult but ultimately say nothing. Hoodie-- Brian-- wasn't a man of many words, you found.

When you all finally found your seats at the booth that Tim had so gracefully picked out, he ordered a round of beers for all four of you.

Several rounds later, evidently, you and Toby were the only ones not drunk. Toby didn't like drinking-- he mentioned something about his father being an alcoholic-- and you knew you guys would need someone with a proper license and driving knowledge to be able to drive you all back to the cabin you were staying in when the time came to leave.

Tim pulled out a cigarette to smoke despite the 'no smoking' sign hanging near the front entrance of the building, but none of the employees nor the other patrons of the establishment seemed to care or even notice.

"It might be time to move on. It's getting late and we need to get up early tomorrow morning so we can make it back at a decent time," You reasoned, and Toby nodded, staring into your eyes intently as you spoke. Masky grumbled.

"Awww-- you're no fun," He slurred, setting down his half-drunken pint of beer and taking another drag of his cigarette. His eyes met yours, similar to Toby's. "Don't be such a saint. I'm sure you can have fun sometimes."

You caught yourself blushing at Tim's dumb innuendo, but you huffed and crossed your arms, avoiding eye contact.

"So cute when you pout. Wish you'd just be mine."

Everything seemed to pause for a split second when Tim spoke those words. Even Brian's drunken head seemed to move to the side to stare at his best friend when he let those words slip loose. Toby's jaw practically hit the table his elbows were resting on.

Through all of these reactions, Tim looked unbothered. He snuffed his cigarette out on the table and shrugged.

"What? Y'all are looking at me like I just murdered your grandma's dog."

"Do you really mean that, Tim?" You ask, overcome with confusion and desire to know if he was being honest.

"Do I take you as the type to bullshit?"

Everyone at the booth paused, at a loss for words. Tim was right-- he often said what he meant when he felt it-- even at the risk of other's feelings.

"M-Masky--" Toby babbled.

"Tim." He corrected.

"Y-You can't feel th-that way about th-them. Th-they're m-mine," Toby admits, making your mouth open with shock before Brian moves to speak.

"I feel the same way about them."

"Wait-- do you guys all like me-- like that?" You question, at an utter loss for words. All three of the boys nod in unison.

"Well-- who do you choose, angel?" Masky questions, all of the boys on the edge of their seats and eager to hear your most anticipated answer.

"Who says you can't share me?"

#americantfootball .#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #hoodie x reader #creepypasta fluff #proxies #proxies x reader #proxies x y/n #ticci toby x you #masky x you #hoodie x you

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hatchetno1 · 3 months

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sage forest mental institution.

chapter 6. in which you gain information from a certain apparition. word count: 1.7k note: WARNING. mentions of sa/rape (does not happen to you). no descriptions, but it is talked about. cw: jeff is a BITCH, and as mentioned above, mentions of rape.

He said he loves you, but you have no idea how credible that statement is.

For one, he’s mentally ill as fuck, and it could very well be true. You’re the first normal person he’s come into contact with for ages—two years, he’d said, seventeen when he was taken in, and nineteen now. But the common sense that kept you alive in society tells you it’s not possible because it’s barely even been a day since you met him.

But then again, you’re meant to be his therapist. And as his therapist, you know it’s not so implausible that he genuinely feels affection, romantic at that, towards you. In fact, it’s not so uncommon that people fall in love with their therapists, for the human mind is wired to form deeply emotional relationships. Toby’s brain could very well be overcompensating for the years in which he hadn’t had a proper, healthy conversation with another human being, one that’s not a cold-blooded murderer. That effect would only be amplified by his personality disorder, affecting his ability to form normal human relationships.

“You’ve got your work cut out for you,” chuckles a voice from behind you.

You do what any sensible person does, which is to scream and jump and stare at the source in horror.

The Link cosplayer from the previous day of chaos is sticking his head out of a CCTV camera you hadn’t even noticed before.

“Where did that camera even come from?” You ask yourself.

He whistles. “You’re gonna get yourself killed one day with that amazing lack of perception. Also, rude much? You didn’t even greet me.”

“You didn’t either,” you blurt out.

“Good point. But know that if you keep that tone up I might just kill you.” He grins at you maliciously, and you feel yourself breaking out into a cold sweat.

“I’m sorry—”

“Oh my god, how dumb are you?” He rolls his eyes.

“…Huh?”

He sighs, and you wonder if he’s starting to get irritated at you. You don’t like people being irritated at you. You most certainly do not enjoy ghosts (?) being upset at you.

“You are off-limits in this household,” he explains. “The Operator will have our heads otherwise.”

“Oh.” That makes sense. “But…could you not listen in next time? I’m not sure how they’ll react to their…well, their deepest secrets being listened in on.”

He makes a tsk noise. “How else are you going to get information on them to treat them better, lest Slendy have your head?” There it is again, that nickname. But for now, you concede. “It’s true. I’m definitely not qualified, but I’m pretty sure even therapists get their information from multiple sources if they can,” you comment. The Link cosplayer—BEN, as EJ had told you yesterday—nods, and pulls himself out of the camera, hands pushing himself out of what you assume to be cyberspace, and floats down to the beanbag below the camera. Honestly, you’re still wondering how you hadn’t noticed that camera, and you internally berate yourself for it as you mirror him, slumping on your own beanbag.

“So,” he begins, bloody eyes gazing straight into your soul, “You must be wondering what the fuck just happened.” You note his use of profanity and nod slowly.

BEN sinks back into the beanbag—he can interact with physical objects, apparently—and rests his head on his palms placed behind his head like a makeshift pillow. “For starters, Toby is fucked,” he explains, and before you can give him a smartass no shit Sherlock answer, he continues. “I know you can’t see what’s on Slender’s table. He tends to fuck with your head like that. He only lets you see what he wants you to see. Nothing more. But anyways, basically he has a laptop or something on his desk. And obviously, you know I can manipulate electronics,” he wiggles his fingers, “And so that’s how I discovered there was something on his table, ‘cause even I can’t see it. But I know what’s on it.” He grins, and you start to doubt his intentions.

“Wait, why are you helping me?” You start carefully, but he waves your question away. “Later.” You doubt him even harder.

“But yeah, anyways, he has a bunch of info on his proxies on there. It’s pretty hard even for me to read that shit on there because he messes with your perception and shit, so I’m not even sure if that info’s real or not, and if he knows I’m inside or not and is hence giving me weird info or whatever.” He pauses. “You prefer your info verbally or written down?”

You think for a bit. “Verbally,” you choose carefully. Unlikely to leak in case shit hits the fan somehow, and easier to clarify.

“Good choice,” he remarks with another grin, retracting his legs into a crossed position, elbow on his knee and resting his cheek on it. “Hm, where do I start…Tobester it is, I guess.”

He clears his throat. “To summarize the mindfuck of data on Slendy’s hellish computer, Toby was wiped of his memories because he decided the sheer amount of trauma would fuck with his ability to do his job. But he notes that the effects of the trauma remain, though not in full, what with the no memories shit and all. If you wanna treat him…well, I dunno, you could either gaslight him into forgetting his trauma responses,” he giggles here, “or you gotta dig those painful memories out and get him to…mm, what’s that called again? Processing? Yeah, you gotta get him to process that shit.”

“Hm,” you grunt, not knowing how else to respond. “Anything else?”

BEN chuckles. “Hey now, princess. Can’t leak all my precious info immediately, can I?” Then he continues, “Invading that stupid fucking computer is hard fucking work. I’m never doing that shit again.” His eyes slowly slide back to yours, and his grin widens maliciously. “Not for free, that is.”

And in a flash, he pounces on you, and you yelp, squirming to escape his ice-cold touch, but he’s surprisingly strong for being a ghost. He traces your jaw, laughing at your state. “Oh, my precious innocent human,” he drawls. “What did you expect?”

It’s true. What did you expect?

“You,” he pokes your nose, causing you to retract even further, “Are going to treat Jeff and EJ as well.”

Huh?

He clicks his tongue and settles back on his own beanbag, sighing. “I’m a poltergeist, not a rapist. That’s Jeff’s job.”

Your jaw extends outwards in horror.

“Yeah. I don’t really care though,” he shrugs. “He even tells me about it. It’s kinda gross.”

Your head spins. You’re going to throw up. But you stay firmly rooted in your place. You’re a therapist for serial killers now, you can’t be fazed by a brief mention.

BEN doesn’t seem to notice your distress, or if he does, he doesn’t show it. “I don’t give a shit about what he does to randos, but I do give a shit about how he feels. I live with the fucker and I’d hate for how he feels to affect me.” You start thinking that BEN hides his own emotions from himself too, but he seems a bit too self-aware for that. Though, you can’t eliminate that possibility.

“But anyways, he seems rather…sad? When he talks about it. Dunno if that’s the right word, but his eyes are usually all madman-like, but when he talks about raping his victims, that madness dies a bit. Maybe he does it for validation or something. And when he talks about it, it sounds kinda forced. I want you to find out what’s going on with that.”

“I mean…I’ll do it, I guess, but why do you want to know…?” You don’t buy that he doesn’t care about Jeff, so you probe a little.

“I’m interested. Also, I wanna tease him about it if he has a breakthrough regarding it or something.” He shrugs. “Oh, and about EJ, I just want him to motherfucking eat in peace without whining to me or literally anyone that he can’t eat kidneys and cult shit and whatever.” At your look of confusion, he explains. “I don’t think he’s the type to hide this from you if he does agree to therapy,” he gags mockingly at the word, “but I might as well give you context anyway. He’s a demon, but he used to be human till some weird cult turned him into one. Then he went batshit and ate them all, and now he keeps whining about his diet, and it’s fucking annoying. Always wanted him to stop feeling so guilty.”

Yeah, he definitely cares about his friends, though he might not even call them friends out loud. And so out of respect for perhaps the only sane while friendly one in this cursed house, you say, “Yeah, I’ll try.”

He grins at you again. “Good. Do that, and I’ll give you more info as you go.”

Then you start to regret it a little because Jeff seems absolutely fucking whack.

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spoiled dog. | Masky

Fandom: Creepypasta / Marble Hornets Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: PET PLAY, puppyspace!reader x owner!Tim, transmale!reader (fem body/masc names), cockwarming (in mouth), degradation and praise kink, face slapping, spanking, collar and ears, heavily submissive reader. A/N: Still in the poly!proxies universe. They will never be seperate. Extra:

The space under Tim and Brian’s desk was more comfortable than it should be. This was not fair. Of course, you were going to be here at any given opportunity. After all, they had made the space so nice for you – even if you had torn it apart and put it back together the right way when given the chance. The pillows and blankets that lined the roomy bottom of the desk made it to where you didn’t ache as you laid at their feet, listening to them tap away at the computer for hours at a time while you lounged, waiting for their attention to come again.

Why did they have to have so much paperwork? It just wasn’t fair. That’s what you were thinking as you curled under the desk again, head tucked close to Masky’s foot. The man had been fronting for the past two days in a surprising but happily accepted turn of events. Tim had just been tired, too tired to not accept the offer to sit in the back of the headspace for a while and rest instead of reining control. Masky had been tapping away at the keyboard for at least seven thousand hours now, it felt like. Truly, it had been maybe three, but you were needy, and he had only given like three head pats.

You itched at the ears placed neatly on your head - like you could really feel them - before you shuffled around. Masky’s typing didn’t stop as you rearranged yourself, circling around a few times the best you could before plopping back down with a huff, turning to stare up at his legs. They were parted just slightly, you could just-

You lifted yourself up, folding your legs underneath you before you just plopped your face down at his knees, the space just big enough that he was cradling your face with his thighs unintentionally. You let out a low sigh of content at the feeling only to be interrupted as you realized he had done it – he had stopped typing.

You glanced up, no doubt looking pathetic as you made eye contact. Masky gave a neutral look, eyes narrowing just slightly before his hand dropped down from the desk and to your head. You closed your eyes again, leaning into him as he ran his hand through your hair carefully, nails scratching deliciously against your skin. This was nice.

His hand dropped slowly, moving to the back of your neck, fingering at the leather of your collar. “You’re a good, little puppy aren’t you,” he finally spoke. Your eyes flew open, looking up at him with a dopey smile. Of course, you were good. You were always good for them. “They’ve got you trained so well,” he drawled out. You shuffled, rocking from side to side just slightly, excitement flooding your body. “Good dog.”

You let out a little whine at that, pushing into him more forcefully, staring up at him with doe eyes, wanting more and more attention. He chuckled lowly, tugging at the collar a few times teasingly. “Wanna play, puppy? You’re looking awfully needy down there.”

You nodded excitedly, the words already going straight to your cunt, face flushed at the thought of what he would do. Masky wasn’t known for being soft, after all.

He seemed to think for a moment, giving you a few more pets before he paused, another laugh passing his lips. “How about this,” he spoke, palming at the growing bulge in his sweatpants, your gaze locked on his movements. “How about you use your little mouth to keep my cock warm and ready for you while I finish these documents, and if you can hold out for that long, I’ll think about fucking your slutty pussy.”

Oh, what a dream he could be. You nodded, eyes still locked on his lap, ready for him to tug down the tops of his pants, ready to have something. His movements weren’t rushed in the slightest, each tug of his pants emphasized with the languid pace. You were practically drooling with excitement when his cock finally sprung free, hard and thick and beautiful at the moment. He pumped his cock with one hand, teasingly showing off what was so close yet so far. You whined lowly, bouncing in place slightly, anticipation climbing higher and higher.

Your patience was paid off for in the end as Tim gripped your chin with his other hand. “Open,” he mused, thumb pressing against the plump of your bottom lip. Your lips parted so easily, eagerness showing in abundance with every move you made. He made a pleased noise, fisting his cock once more before he tapped it against your tongue a few times.

You made a noise of impatience, trying to follow him with your mouth, but he was having fun. He finally - finally - laid himself on your tongue. His hand fisted the back of your hair firm enough to hold you in place but not hurt. He sighed lowly as he pulled you forward, letting him fill your mouth until you couldn’t fit anymore before stopping. You shuddered harshly, you could feel him pulsing in your mouth, and you could also feel how wet your underwear was getting at the action.

You let out a low sigh as the two of you settled down. You were doing good, so, so good for him, you knew you were. He made the prettiest sighs as he typed into a few more documents. After you heard him click out of a tab, he rewarded you with a shallow thrust of his hips, sure to make you whine every time. There was so much spit pooling, though. You must have looked absolutely depraved, face stuffed with cock, drool slipping past your lips and gathering down his thighs, hips grinding into the air, no friction found but desperately wanted.

You waited, and you waited so patiently, your breathing picking up even restricted as it was. You shuffled in place a few times, but you kept him seated perfectly inside your mouth, your tongue instinctively pressing against the small ridges of his cock, against the vein that ran along the underside, laving at the slit. This was heaven.

It felt like an eternity before he was done, waiting endlessly, patiently, and then –

Click.

A shallow thrust into your mouth, a soft groan falling from his lips, and then a hand in your hair again, softly pulling you away. You couldn’t help the cry that escaped you at the movement, leaning forward as he pulled away and out. His hand pressed against your forehead, stopping you from moving any farther as you tried to crawl forward. You huffed, letting him tilt your head back so you were looking at him.

“You were such a good boy, sitting so pretty for me,” he cooed, moving to caress your cheek instead. You sighed heavily, leaning into his touch, his warmth. He was oh-so warm. “You really gonna fuck it up by getting greedy now? They have you so, so spoiled don’t they, puppy?”

You whined lowly again, dropping your head as you shuffled in place. You were good, you swore, you just wanted to please him, but… You whined again, sad.

“Oh, baby.” He tutted softly, reprimanding. “You’re not in trouble.” You perked up at that, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. “Dirty little whores like you can’t it? Can you, puppy? So cock-drunk and desperate already. I bet if I got you out of those panties, you’d be dripping all over the floor, wouldn’t you? Such a messy little boy.”

The sounds you let out were downright pornographic, head filling with only thoughts of him. You moved around until your foot was below your ass, trying to angle your body in a way where you could get some sort of friction without using your hands, but it was in vain. Nothing was helping, and you were sure that even if you did manage to catch it right, it wouldn’t be enough. You needed him more desperately than ever.

“Pathetic,” he drawled out. “Such a whiny bitch. You think your foot is enough to get yourself off? Think you can satisfy yourself like that?”

You shook your head, crying out a loud ‘no’ as you did so.

Before you could even register it, Tim had smacked you across the face. It wasn’t hard, definitely not as harsh as he had done before, but it still shocked you enough into stilling, a defeated look crossing your face. You were a bad dog.

“Last I checked,” Masky spoke, moving to gently rub the cheek he had just hit. “Dogs don’t speak. Do they?”

You shook your head again, closing your mouth to prove a point.

“Good boy.” As a reward, he pet your head a moment longer before pulling away. This time, you sat still, ready, hands in front of you on the ground, steadying your dizziness. “Now, come on, you still deserve your reward.” He took a few steps back and paused once he realized I hadn’t moved. “Do you not?”

You moved. Slowly, one knee and one hand at a time. Crawling always felt so humiliating, no matter how much you did it, but the fire inside you was not diminishing anytime soon, so you would crawl and beg if needed if it meant that you would finally be satisfied.

Masky sat at the edge of the bed before he began to shed clothes, t-shirt and sweats tossed to the floor without a care. Then, he settled down, legs spread, hands pressed to the bed behind him, head tilted just enough as he watched you make your way towards him. Once you finally reached him, you took your spot between his legs, kneeling.

You wouldn’t even lie, your gaze was fully trained on his cock, mouth watering again at the thought of finishing him off, the thought of cum filling your mouth, the neediest whines he made as he came. For as much as he made fun of your noises, he had the filthiest sounds mixed with his words.

Masky whistled, long and attention-grabbing, a chuckle passing his lips after. “Want a taste? You weren’t satisfied with having my cock in your mouth for almost an hour?” He tutted softly. “Greedy little whore.”

You looked up at him, wide eyes barely blinking. What did he want you to do? What did he need you to do? Just one command, and you would do anything for him. It took everything in you to stay still, especially as he caressed your face, hand slipping down to pull at the ring on your collar.

“Undress.”

The word was stated so forcefully that you didn’t think twice before your hands were at the hem of your shirt, and you were pulling it off, throwing it somewhere to mix with his clothes. Your underwear was a harder feat, getting it down your legs and off without standing was a talent you had slowly picked up, and soon, they were gone, too, and you were back to waiting. Always waiting.

Masky took his cock in hand, a smug smirk on his face as you put all of your focus into watching him, your eyes following the movement of his hand as he jerked off in front of you, teasing you with what you wanted so desperately. You whimpered, pawing at the ground, leaning forward.

“Want a taste that bad?”

You nodded frantically, scooting forward enough to be in reach of it.

“Open up. Show me that you want it.”

You complied, tongue lolling out as you opened wide, practically shaking from excitement. He patted his thigh, a signal to go ahead, and you took no breaks, diving forward and taking as much of him as you could in one go. He moaned, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest as he tried to muffle it. You moaned around him in response, internally grinning as his mouth dropped open, releasing the sounds he tried to keep in. He let out a heavy sigh before pulling at your hair again. You let him control your movements, forcing your head up and down, your hands moving to grip his thighs, nails digging into the flesh.

You were pulled off of him much too soon for your liking, the hand in your hair suddenly yanking back and pulling you off. You panted loudly, trying to catch your breath, confusion clouding your mind. He must have been able to read your face, the disappointment evident, because he smoothed over the spot in your hair he had yanked.

“You’re not in trouble, puppy. You’re doing so good. I just want to cum inside that slutty pussy instead of your throat. If you kept going,” he trailed off, scratching the base of your skull.

You leaned into his touch, sighing blissfully before you recognized what he had said. If you kept going.

You leapt forward again, wrapping your mouth around him before he could catch on. Masky made a noise of surprise followed by a groan and then, he was yanking you back again, watching as you almost toppled over. You re-steadied yourself, making noises to try and communicate without speaking. What happened?

Masky reached forward, grabbing you by the waist, and throwing you onto the bed behind him. You landed on your stomach, head reeling as it tried to catch up with his movements, but then, his hands were on your hips, and you were positioned until your face was pressed into the pillows while your ass was high in the hair. A sharp smack was landed on your ass followed by another on the other cheek.

“Greedy, filthy fucking slut,” Masky grumbled. “It’s never enough for you, is it? Always wanting more. Is that what you want? More.” You whined pathetically, wiggling your hips in hopes that it would entice him to finally give you what you want. “I was right about one thing, though. You’re absolutely dripping.”

To prove his point, he pressed forward, and you cried out as you felt his tongue press to the inside of your thigh and lick all the way up to your cunt, dipping into your entrance teasingly before pulling away. You wanted to cry. You were shaking so bad, so pent-up and needy, and he was still playing with you.

Masky let out a small ‘fuck’ and then, you felt him press back in, cool air fanning over your most sensitive parts as he moaned and sighed as you felt his tongue against your clit, and you were in heaven. You had no idea how the man knew how to use his mouth so well, but you found yourself fisting the sheets and biting down on a pillow in an attempt to quiet yourself, each flick of his tongue sending heat traveling through your body to the tips of your fingertips. You were burning, practically on fire.

One of your hands clenched around the sheet a few times before you let go and smacked the sheets a few times instead, head thrown to the side so you could breathe properly. “Cum. Please, may I cum, sir?”

Masky pulled away to talk only for you to wail as he replaced himself with two fingers plunging deep inside of you. You shuddered, a few tears falling as you clenched around him, trying to wait for permission, trying to be a good boy. “Well, you have been so patient.” He paused, shuffling for a moment behind you until you could feel his breath fanning over you again as his fingers kept a relentless place. “Cum for me, puppy.” Then his lips were wrapped around your clit, and the tips of his fingers hit that special spot so well, and you were crying out as you came, back arching uncomfortably, and body shaking in pleasure. Oh, this was worth it, but then, his movements didn’t stop.

His tongue slowed to languidly massage your clit, digits practically locked on your g-spot with every plunge they took, and they didn’t stop. Even as you made a noise of discomfort. Even as you tried to pull your hips away. Even as the tears picked up again as the pain took on a form of pleasure all over again. Even as you came another time and the cycle repeated. He had his hand on his cock, working himself slowly, keeping himself at bay as he practically destroyed you. The only noises he made to acknowledge you and what you were doing were the soft moans and groans he breathed into your skin.

He finally pulled away after the fourth orgasm, after you were a shaking and sobbing mess, slumped into the bedsheets and barely able to keep yourself up. If it wasn’t for Masky’s hand wrapped around your thigh possessively, you wouldn’t be lifted at all. He took his time after you came, like he was cleaning the mess he made, slow, long licks to your overstimulated body that made you jump and whimper every time.

“What, pretty boy,” Masky breathed out as he leaned over you. You could feel his cock press against your ass, and even in the mess of a state you were, you managed to roll your hips against him, sighing at the thought of him finally inside of you. “Are you not as spoiled as I thought? You look pretty spent already, puppy. Do those boys not know how to use their mouths like I do?” Then, his mouth was pressed gently against your neck, and he angled his hips and guided himself with his hand until you felt the head of cock press against your entrance.

He stilled and pressed his free hand to the small of your back before dragging it down and smacking it hard enough to have you jolt. “Such a good dog,” he praised, and then, his hips snapped against yours, and you were wailing all over again. He didn’t give you time to settle or get used to the stretch, but with the amount you had already cum, you were slick, your body betraying you and letting him slide right in.

“Ple-ee-ease,” you sobbed out, throwing an arm back to press against his chest.

His reaction was almost instant, everything too much, too fast for you to process at the moment. One moment you were face down in the mattress, and the next, he had wrapped your arm behind you back and stuffed his fingers in your mouth with the free hand, three digits pressed to the top of your tongue to hold it down. “Don’t make me regret my compliment, puppy,” Masky huffed, thrusts not slowing in the slightest, each rock sending pleasure through your body. “Good dogs don’t talk, they bark.” He let go of your arm, reached around, and you let out a garbled noise as he managed to find your clit, immediately gripping his forearm tight enough to leave marks. “So bark.”

He took his hand, damp with your spit, out from your mouth and smacked your thigh before grabbing at the collar’s ring. When you didn’t make the noise he wanted, he was quick to pull harshly on your collar, sucking the breath from your system for a moment.

“Be a good dog and obey.”

And you did. You barked like the dog he wanted, and you barked as he changed his pace until it was practically merciless, and then you were practically howling as you came for the fifth time, panting heavily crying again, and it was pure bliss. Even as your eyes rolled back, and you felt your front hit the bed as Masky let go of you. He was quick to follow, letting out a delicious moan followed by a few panting breaths. You could barely register it, eyes closed and body slumped, sparks and heat coursing through you in strong waves that made you feel disoriented.

Still, you found yourself crying out for a final time as he pulled out. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to make a noise as he lazily circled your clit, using his other hand to push the cum that tried falling out back in. He let out a content sigh before pressing a kiss to your probably bruised ass.

You only managed to make yourself move when you felt him fully move away from you, suddenly cold and needy. You blearily opened your eyes, pushing yourself up on weak arms to try and follow him. He was quick to press a hand to your back, pushing you back down softly. “I’ll be back, baby. I’m gonna grab some stuff to take care of you. I’ll be just a minute.” He pulled one of the softer blankets over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple as you settled back down. “Be a good dog and wait here for me, okay?” He left at that, picking up a pair of sweats and closing the door behind him.

You waited with bated breath, curled up underneath the blanket, tired eyes trained on the door, waiting all over again for him to come back. A few times, your eyelids tried to betray you and force you to finally rest, but you were a good boy, and you would wait.

When he finally came back in, clutching a few things to his bare chest, you were barely awake, but you were quick to try and get up again. Masky huffed out a laugh as he set everything on the bedside table. He climbed up and sat next to you, folding his legs under him to keep room.

“Come on, puppy,” he cooed, “let’s get you on your stomach.”

You sighed but followed his movements as needed, rewarded with a few embarrassingly nice pets on the stomach, the calloused hands nice against smooth-ish skin. He helped you lean up to drink some water before tending to the mess of your face and thighs. “Such a good boy,” he praised as he cleaned. “Always so good for me – needy and spoiled, but so, so good.”

Your stomach filled with warmth at the words, your body practically melting into the bed. The feeling was only amplified as he began to massage lotion into your skin on the areas he had bruised, his fingers delicately soothing cream into the chafed part of your neck under your collar and the bruising on your ass. He was always so much harsher than either he or you remembered. He noticed you dozing off after a few moments as he kneaded the fat of your thighs affectionately. “Oh, tired puppy.” Your eyes fluttered at his voice, but he tutted softly, running his knuckles across your cheek. “Get some rest, puppy. I’ll be here.” He moved to get back to his desk, but you were the fast one this time, throwing your arm forward with the last of his strength to grab his. You let out a long, drawn-out whine.

He replied with a quiet, huffing laugh. “Alright, I can probably spare a few minutes,” he spoke as he climbed back in, and you were passed out before you could even wrap around him properly.

“Good dog,” Masky whispered, pressing one more kiss to your forehead before settling down, too.

#tim wright x reader #tim wright #masky x reader #masky #proxies x reader #proxies #proxy #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #marble hornets smut #tim wright smut #masky smut

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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2023 Thanksgiving Special; Horror

A/N: Second to last part of this year's Thanksgiving Specials! I hope you enjoy this, and look out for my final part featuring a few slashers!

Spending Thanksgiving With Them

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💔 She was rarely ever around, so it was hard to spend a Thanksgiving together, but you guys did make it work

💔 You spend Thanksgiving together the day before, as she was to go out for a quick observational mission the next day, and you both knew she wouldn’t come home until late

💔 Nina helped you make the food

💔 I can see her as someone who isn’t fond of stuffing for some reason

💔 So, no stuffing

💔 She loved walking around you and throwing slight amounts of flour in your direction

💔 Nina loved to screw around while cooking, it was just something that reminded her of life before her incident

💔 The food wasn’t perfect, but what is in your relationship?

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🚸 Seed Eater and you didn’t eat anything in common (unless you ate children, which I pray you don’t)

🚸 He just grabbed a deer from the woods and plopped it in front of you and motioned to the kitchen

🚸 He also dropped a leg there as well, which made you gag a bit, but you were mostly used to this stuff

🚸 Seed Eater didn’t help you cook, but he did help you grab somethings

🚸 He lived in the woods all his life, what do you expect here?

🚸 He loves anything you cook, as long as it’s meat-related, but, afterwards, he does eat your remainders of turkey

🚸 He’s hungry, give him a break!

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🪓 This guy has no fond memories surrounding this holliday

🪓 As the holiday approached, he grew more agitated and temperamental

🪓 His tics were out of control, and you had known why

🪓 You watched as Rouge and Wilson chased a victim around with Toby going ahead to jump them and just sighed

🪓 Walking back into you and Toby’s shared cabin in the woods, you began checking on the turkey you had been making

🪓 You bribed the other proxies to lure victims into the woods so that Toby could be distracted, and his anger could vanish

🪓 When he came inside denounced in blood and smelled the meat and foods you had made, he froze

🪓 He loved eating it with you, it gave him something new to look forward to, he finally had a day that would make him was to leave or murder more

🪓 He had Thanksgiving, with you, and he couldn’t be more thankful for you being there

#Creepypasta #CP #Supernatural Entities #Proxies #Crazed-Humans #CP x Reader #Creepypasta x Reader #Supernatural Entities x Reader #Proxies x Reader #Crazed-Humans x Reader #S/O! Reader #GN! Reader #Civilian! Reader #RW! Nina the Killer #RW! Nina the Killer x Reader #The Seed Eater #The Seed Eater x Reader #Ticci Toby #Ticci Toby x Reader

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eveenstar · 2 years

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Hoodie: So, what do you think (Y/N)?

Y/N, who wasn't paying attention: ...I strongly disagree with Masky.

Hoodie: Masky's not even here.

#creepypasta incorrect quotes #proxies incorrect quotes #proxies x reader #hoodie x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x y/n #masky x y/n

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miss-atena · 1 year

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The proxies if not Masky with a reader who is basically like Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil village

by the way if you don’t know who she is it’s ok just search her up

Oh this is interesting, i don't think I ever wrote something like this before! Thank you for the ask!

I am assuming with proxies you meant the main 3 ones, so I'm not gonna include Rouge and Kate, but lmk if you want them too and I can make a part 2 with them.

Did my research with an expert AKA my nerd of a brother, and I think I got it

The proxies x Reader who is like Lady Dimitrescu

When you first got introduced to the proxies, they had mixed opinions on you. Mostly because your personality didn't go well with them.

Masky REALLY disliked you at first. He appreciated your calmness when not angered, don't get him wrong, but he hated how you were bossy (cough cough like him cough cough) and wanted to be a leader. Who were you to lead anything??

Hoodie was a bit skeptical, but overall liked you. He picked he couldn't quite gaslight and manipulate his way into you, but you still didn't give him any trouble when assigned missions, and was rational enough to not try pushing yourself to get privileges out of him and the other proxies.

Toby REALLY liked you. I mean, look at you! You were a cool vampire cannibal who could manage to calm him down from his anger fits. He saw you almost like a mother, or the distorted idea he had of one.

It was mostly chill, you were rational enough to not put yourself into conflict with Tim too much, and you got quite the fondness to the children of the manor.

It was when Toby and Sally came back injured that you snapped. No one hurts YOUR children.

You went on a Killing spree, having Masky and Hoodie go out of their way to stop you from hurting other pastas and proxies.

You killed so many humans that the proxies got worried you would be caught by a police car. It was a rampage and the streets were filled with blood.

After that, the proxies felt a bit of intimidation and fear, but a weird attraction appeared.

Specially Toby, since he thought you went on that rampage because of him too.

Tim felt that attraction someone feels for a thing they shouldn't mess with. The thought of you being able to kill him with ease if he did the wrong move made him thrilled. It was a sort of anxiety he didn't mind having.

Hoodie saw something he could manipulate with. Your nurturing nature to the children, and your strength and wrath when angered made him think of all sort of sadistic plans with you. He wanted to manipulate your mind to be able to protect him like that, so he could do anything he wanted.

In the end, you are on good terms with the proxies, but... They certainly are thinking too much of you tearing pieces of them apart, when on missions, to the liking of anyone. But who wouldn't?

Hope you like it! This is what I understood of her character from the wiki. Thank you for the request!

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

Chapter 1 - A Man in the Window

Intro, Cha1, Cha2, Cha3, Cha4, (Next chapters since it takes too long to link everything lol)

Let me know if this chapter is too long or boring! I can always make revisions <3

Ao3- AnotherBloodyMaryOnACross, Wattpad- Red_Scarfed_Person

Summary: Y/N learns of the fourth family to have been murdered in the LadyLane Massacres- a series of murders taken place in their town, starting with the Ramirez family in LadyLane. Later she hitched a ride from her older brother Mateo who works as a detective to solve the case. He takes her home before she continued her work on the case, before suddenly noticing a similarity between the girls of each case and herself. It was then she saw something in her window that seemed to morph into its own shape.

“Pinche… Oye, hermanita!” Mateo’s scrunched-up face softened as he saw her, cursing in Spanish before calling for his little sister. Y/N stepped out of the police vehicle as it halted, smiling and waving as she dusted off her skirt.

“I'm finally here, how’s everything?” She asked with a look of concern, quickly running over in her clicking heels. Police cars and ambulances surrounded the house of a supposedly safe neighborhood, where crime seldom happens- but it seems this family of five just wasn’t so lucky.

“We don’t know what happened. But whoever did this obviously was responsible for the last three families that were like this,” Mateo huffed, flicking his cigarette ashes on the road as he looked at the lovely, two-story house, “each person was brutally murdered. There’s nothing we've been able to pick up on in any of these cases, but each time the same weapons are used. Other than that, they’re good at covering their asses like always.” Y/N nodded, pouting her lip. Two happily married parents and three children were the victims of today’s killing. Tragic.

A tall man in a police uniform walked over, clearly out of breath as he spoke, “Nice seeing you, Miss L/N. Y’know, we really shouldn’t be letting you see this until you’re officially a part of the team, but these have been getting too frequent. This is the fourth family to end up like this, and the media and family have been looking at us an awful lot for information. Callin’ it the LadyLane Massacres, and we ain’t got a single damn answer for it all.” Chief Manchester shook her head as other cops and detectives walked around the premises. Wrinkles on his forehead, dark spots under his eyes- these recent killings have caused this stress on many of the faces here. “But, eh, you’re pretty good at finding things. And we need all the help we can get,” the Chief continued.

“I understand, sir, and I’ll do all I can,” Y/N replied, nodding her head with a look of determination. Moments later, her mouth held open in shock as she looked at the gruesome scene in front of her: the bodies, the blood pools, the blood splattered across almost every surface. The horrified faces plastered on the victim’s bodies, solidifying the pain they faced in their last living moments as they fought for their lives.

“Fucking horrible, innit,” Chief spoke as he put his hands in his front pockets. The daughter was dead in the kitchen, intestines ripped out. A mother died on the stairs, her back ripped open with window shards in her back. The large window above the stairs was busted open- likely how the killers got in, and they got her quickly. Upstairs, the father had his arm behind his back, popped out of socket. He had 3 bullet wounds in the head, and two in the leg. Another daughter had a giant hole in her chest, dead in her room as if an ax of sorts hit her- and finally, the son was dead outside. The broken window of his bedroom indicated he tried to jump out to escape and had that ax plunged into his head before he could reach safety.”

“Okay, well…” Y/N cleared her throat after looking at all the bodies, a sweat building up on her face. “We can deduce that the mother died first. Someone had an ax, or a hatchet, and attacked the girl and the son while someone else went after the dad with a gun. Someone else must have gotten the daughter, and possibly another then went straight for the mother.”

“That’s what we’re thinking,” he explained. “We’ll be extracting the bullet from the father to see if it’s the same used in the other killings. But we know each time, an ax or hatchet had been used along with a knife are the three weapons.”

“I wonder what their intention was,” Y/N mumbled, holding her chin in thought as she turned to look at the dead daughter in the kitchen. “They just busted through the window unexpectedly and killed them. What for?”

“Well, we have a few suspects,” the Chief replied, “but nothing’s for sure. It’s gonna be hard to find someone connected to everyone at once. They must have known where to look before they entered and who their victims were.”

“For sure,” Y/N replied. “To murder entire families, children... It’s gotta be more than just random sprees. This family was connected to either the killers themselves, or with something they wanted to protect…” She trailed off, furrowing her eyebrows as a random white piece of something caught her eye, just barely out of sight. Something was under the table, a foot away from the daughter’s bloody hand. It had a slight glare that caught her eye from her angle.

Y/N crouched down, grabbing the thing carefully on its corners. A little flat, white piece of plastic, slightly curved, and with a little smudge of blood. This must have cracked off of something, given the rounded corners until the ridged side.

“What is it?” the Chief asked, raising a brow and shining his flashlight.

“Let’s get this DNA tested. It’s oddly placed and look, there is a bloody spot,” she spoke with a look of focus, handing it out to a lady who held a bag for evidence.

Y/N always had a talent for justice. Mateo always said it started after they found her in the woods one winter night when she went missing and the police found her deep in the woods. Although they never figured out how she got there, and she never could remember anything she saw, she does remember the police. The ride to the station was full of questions for the officers about their jobs from the two siblings.

Mateo was going to be a detective anyway, and well, it made it easier for Y/N to follow in his footsteps.

“Horrible, isn’t it,” Mateo stated, sighing as he drove away from the scene. Y/N nodded her head, looking out the window and the snowflakes falling from the sky.

“I just wish they’d let me see the full system. I feel stupid when they call me out there and not give me all the information; like how am I going to help ya’ll if you don’t give me anything but an eyesight?” she sighed, resting her head against the cold window. Her E/C eyes shunned as they passed the lit street lamps that brightened the snow patches on the ground. The snow always was a familiar, warm feeling for her.

“Well, it’s sensitive information,” Mateo chuckled. “We don’t want some good-for-nothing delinquent looking at our data.”

“Really, shoplifter?” Y/N giggled, sticking her tongue out. “Don’t think I’ll let you forget about that one time. Dad was not happy, haha.” The two laughed in the car, embarrassment flushing the face of her brother.

“Let’s not bring that up around the other officers, okay?” he chuckled. A moment of peace was shared between them before the low atmosphere of the crime made its quiet return. As they turned into Y/N’s street, Mateo broke the silence. “But… hey, honestly. I’m really thankful to have you here in a few years, joining the force. Dad would be proud of us, y’know, for following in his footsteps.”

“Oh, he really would be, hah hah,” Y/N chuckled softly, looking over at her brother. He looked a lot like his mother- brown skin, dark eyes, dark hair. But he was as tall, strong, and broad as their father. It always was a curious thing for her to notice considering she didn’t know her mother enough to know what resemblance she had. But, what mattered most to her and that she still had the relationship of true siblings despite having different moms.

“Say… I think we’re all very passionate about this case. Y’know, the LadyLane Massacres…” Mateo trailed off as if he wasn’t sure about what he wanted to say next. “And… as long as you keep it a secret between us, I can temporarily lend you my computer to look at police data whenever you need it. I think your help will be vital.”

“Seriously?” Y/N smiled brightly. “Mateo, that means a lot to me, thank you! And don’t worry, the secret will be safe with me, heh heh,” she boosted. “Well, as long as you don’t take all the credit from me.”

“Heh heh, well, with that being said…” he replied, slowly bringing the car to a stop, “get the hell outta my car, woman.”

With the last joke of the night, they hugged before Y/N went back up into her apartment. It was cozy, sorta minimalist due to the lack of money to go all out, but it was home. And the homiest part of her home was the guest bedroom/office, to where she walked straight towards the moment she took off her jacket and shoes. Two hours of investigating at the actual crime scene, and now countless hours investigating the entirety of the LadyLane Massacres as a whole in this little office.

She sat down at the computer desk, humming to herself as she logged into her double monitors. “Sorry hermano,” she said cheerily as she sipped her cup of tea. “I’ve had your info for a very long time already. ‘preciate the help, though.”

A few minutes passed, and finally, she had full access to what her detective brother had on the police databases. Any person jailed or imprisoned could be viewed from her screen, as well as any digital case files assigned to him. For example, the four recent family murders- just what Y/N wanted to see. Pictures of the bodies and faces were uploaded to the databases, as well as details of the crimes and pictures of evidence.

Each murder was done in a similar fashion- giant open gashes on some, indicating the use of a blunt object like an ax or a hatchet. Other bodies had gunshot wounds and/or knife wounds, sometimes with brute force as well. It’s hard to imagine only one person having the capability to use all three weapons to effortlessly kill an entire family in different rooms each time- therefore leading to the speculation there was a minimum of 2 killers. But most, including yours truly, believe there are three or four.

“Interesting…” she mumbled, her eyes reflecting the bright images. The images of bloodied bodies flashed across the screen as she scrolled through last week’s case. A girl about her age popped up with her head nearly decapitated from her neck save for a few more inches of flesh connecting them. Blood soaked her shirt down to the pools of blood that developed around her corpse, her face blue. A girl who looked… very similar to Y/N.

A chill ran down her spine as she made the connection. The H/L, H/C hair, and the dead, whitened E/C eyes of the girl- let alone the face shape. Y/N clicked on another folder of another family related to the LadyLane Massacres. Scrolling through, it was a family of four; the Burninghams. Each of them was shot in the living room, a clean killing save for the daughter.

She died against the wall while the others died on the couch, shot dead. Her hair was seen ripped out and on the floor, showing she was likely pulled away towards the wall. She was shot in the legs, had each finger cut off, but worst of all, an ax or hatchet wound split open her forehead right down the middle. She looked a lot like the last girl.

Y/N squinted her eyes as an uncomfortable feeling washed over her. Another case- the Ramirez family of 4, with a daughter looking the same. That’s when something else in her head clicked: the sons each look similar to Mateo. Not as much resemblance, but there were commonalities with each victim.

“Who are they looking for…?” she mumbled to herself as she flashed the images of each case again. The daughter would be thrown around and murdered the most brutally. And each time the daughter and son looked similar to Mateo and her.

She 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, or morphed…

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Coming up in Chapter 2:

Slowly, she pushed herself off her seat and stepped closer to the window. Her heart began to beat heavily as she ambled forward and lifted her hands to touch the window as she got closer. A whiteness suddenly became more visible around her reflection’s face that slowly began to take a form of its own as she got closer. Followed by dark spots, an outline of a large body, and…

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