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dejafanwriting · 2 years

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Soothing Hands—Creepypasta One-shot [SMUT]

Pairing: Tim(Masky) X Proxy(GN)Reader

Summary: Reader has been suffering from back pain and Tim comes up with an idea to help.

WARNINGS: NSFW(fingering, oral, unprotected sex), some fluff, Praise kink, pet names, teasing, body worship? pleasure dom Tim? slightly sub reader?. I suck at warnings. ['g-spot' is unisex/GN], Language, MINORS DNI. Tim being an absolute sweetheart for his s/o. Big strong Tim makes brain go burr

Wordcount: 3000+

Notes: This is my first time actually posting smut :\ never had the guts to put it out there. Please let me know what you think. Muah :*

[This fic has not been proofread. Please ignore my grammar and punctuation mistakes English is not my first language]

tim/Masky simps come get yo juice

"I fucking hate this job". You grumble under your breath as you, not so effortlessly, drag the bloodied body of an unfortunate trespasser through the dark Slender forest, all while your back and neck scream in pain due to the strain on your muscles.

"I don't think this counts as a job if we don't get paid for it". Tim replies with a low chuckle at your side whilst effortlessly carrying a body over his shoulder. He makes it look so easy and it only contributes to your bad mood.

"Here should be fine", The masked proxy says and drops the body from his shoulder "Rake should be able to sniff them out". You follow along and set the bodies together.

"We should get going before he decides we are also on the menu," you tell the brunette while wiping the mud and blood from your gloved hands. Tim does the same and the both of you turn back and begin to make your way towards the mansion you had begun to call home.

"Ugh, I need a hot bath". You exclaim with a heavy sigh while rubbing the back of your sore neck, trying to ease some of the tension in your muscles.

Being a proxy for the Slenderman was a very demanding "occupation" if it could even be called that, so you were constantly left with aches and sores that seemed to never go away. For the past weeks, you’ve had a particularly constant back pain that had been making your life more miserable.

"Your back still giving you issues?". Tim asks and momentarily shifts his gaze towards your sulking form.

"It feels like it's never going away". You complain and kick a stick from your path. The crunching of leaves and twigs snapping beneath both of your boots fill the quiet cold night of the forest. The both of you walk in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before Tim breaks it.

"If you'd like, I could come by your room later and rub your back for you". He suggests and turns to you.

You stop in your tracks and It takes you a couple of seconds to process his request. You study his body language, waiting for him to laugh or show any signs of it being some sort of dirty joke. But he was sincere and showed genuine concern. You blink a couple of times behind your own mask before finally replying.

"W-well it does sound nice, but aren't you busy later?". You ask rubbing the back of your neck, and this time not because of the pain.

"I can ask Brian to finish some of my tasks, he owes me a solid for covering for his ass last time he wanted to take the day. That way I can have more time with you". He replies with a shrug.

Your face heats up at his casual response and you thank the lord for your face covering. While Tim wasn’t the big affectionate type, he would show his love for you in acts of service. He also wasn’t the most available person timewise, so his offering to make time for you stirred something in you.

"Then I'll be waiting for you". You happily reply.

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It had been a couple of hours since you returned to the mansion. You finished one last task before you headed to your room to take a very much-needed bath and rest up. Tim on the other hand, still had other things to do, so he had been out for the past 3 hours or so.

But as promised, before the night ended, the proxy made his way to your assigned room. Tim knocked on your door in a familiar pattern, letting you know it was him before he slowly opened your door and entered.

You were lounging on your small beanbag in the corner of your room sketching away in your notebook, having only your desk lamp on for illumination. Some rock music turned to a low-volume played on your phone. You turn at the sound of your lover entering your room.

Tim greets you with a soft 'hey' as he takes off his sand-colored jacket and hangs it. He then takes off his mask and places it on your nightstand.

"Hi". you greet him with a smile once he turns his unmasked face in your direction, his handsome rough features barely lit by the light of your lamp. "Brian cover for you?".

"He was bitchin' about it, but yea". He replies while kicking off his boots and placing them by your door. The both of you would often spend the night in each other’s room, so you kept spare clothes around for sleeping. Tim made his way to your dresser and grabbed some clean clothes. "I got this from the infirmary, Doc Smiles said it's good for muscle pain relief," Tim says. He takes out a small bottle from his pocket and tosses it to you. You catch it and inspect it closely. The words "sore muscle" and "relief" are like music to your ears.

"This better work because I'm ready to rip my spine out". You tell him with a hopeful sigh.

"Alright then c'mon", Tim, now in fresh clothes, offers out his hand for you to stand. You put your sketchpad down and take his hand. After your bath, you had changed into one of Tim's shirts that fit pretty loosely on your form, and a pair of comfy sleeping shorts. Tim guides you to your bed and lets go of your hand once you're at the edge.

"Lay down and get comfortable". He says with a soft adoring smile that filled your tummy with butterflies and lightly guides you with a hand on your hip. Gentle Tim is something that never fails to get you flustered.

You comply and lay face down and rest your crossed arms and chin on your pillow. You feel the left side of your bed slightly dip under Tim's weight as he sits on the side. You hear the 'pop' of the lotion bottle and feel him shift. Tim's hands are gentle as he places them on your back to lift your shirt just above your shoulders.

"Where does it hurt most?". He asks while slowly gliding his cold hands on your exposed back, making you shiver at the contact. This earns you a soft chuckle from the brunette.

"T-there". You say with a slight grunt as he touches the sorest part of your lower back. Tim hums in acknowledgment and removes his hands from your back to reach for the lotion. He squeezes some onto his hands and rubs them together before placing them back on your back. You’re immediately hit by a soothing cool sensation and you let out a sigh of relief. He begins to slowly rub your back and you can't help but let out another sigh.

"Feels good?". Tim asks with a smirk on his face. The slight menthol scent reaches your nostrils and relaxes you even more.

"Feels like heaven". You manage to mumble out, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow. Tim chuckles once more at your reaction.

He continues to work the lotion all throughout your back, massaging the knots out of your muscles.

"You should consider ditching the whole killing thing and become one of those massage therapists". You say and look back at him over your shoulder.

"If I did, then whos going to do my job?". He asks with a smug smile adorning his features as he continues his motions.

"You said this wasn’t a job if we don't get pa-aaaid ah!" Your sentence is cut off by a moan of pleasure when Tim applies comfortable pressure to your most affected area. You shut your eyes and your face burns when you hear Tim's deep chuckle as he continues to manipulate the muscles. You fail to conceal another slightly louder moan as he goes over the sore spot. The sounds you make combined with your face contorted in pleasure send heat to certain parts of Tim's body and seem to please him even more than you.

His hands begin to drift lower on your body and it sends blood rushing to your sensitive parts. You feel the bed shift and the heat of Tim’s breath hit your exposed upper back.

"You really have been in pain haven't you?". He asks, his voice low and deeper. There's a hint of concern and guilt in his tone. But you can't help but focus on his warm breath against your skin.

Tim brings his lips down and tenderly kisses your skin. The stubble on his chin softly scratches at your skin and sends sparks throughout your body. All your can manage is a weak “mhm” while he rubs lower down your back.

Tim places another gentle kiss further down your back while slowly moving his hands just above the waistband of your shorts.

"I should've asked for a massage sooner ahh~" you tell him between breaths. Tim's lips move lower and so do his hands.

"You shouldn’t have to ask. I'm the one that should’ve offered sooner. It's clearly been affecting you". He speaks lowly, his apologetic undertone pulls at your heartstrings. But the thought of how much he cares for you drives you crazier. Tim's hand motions momentarily stop and he shifts up, closer to your head.

"Let me make it up to you", He breathes into your ear and moves his large hands lower, gently caressing your ass through your shorts. "How's that sound, doll?".

You can't help but let a whimper escape your lips as he massages you a bit firmer. Your skin heats up and you can feel yourself become more turned on.

"Can I take care of you? Replace the pain with pleasure? You want that, baby?". He asks. His voice is husky and he's breathing a bit heavier. Almost pleading for an answer. Hoping that you’d let him alleviate your stress. That you’d let him be the one to help you.

Your heart races and unable to formulate words, you whimper out a soft 'yes'. Tim breathes out a soft relieved sigh and moves to kiss the back of your neck a couple of times. His hands continue to kneed your bottom but become a bit firmer with each kiss.

"I'll take good care of you, beautiful".

You let out a surprised gasp when he teasingly nips at your flesh with his teeth, but it turns into a moan when his hands palm at your heat through your clothing.

You bury your face into your pillow and hug it harder when his hand slides beneath your shorts. You can hear his breath hitch when his hand doesn’t come into contact with more fabric.

"No underwear huh?", He lowly chuckles as his fingers brush between your thighs and the exposed flesh around your entrance. "You really wanted this didn’t you?".

Your cheeks flush redder, if even possible. You'd be lying if you said the idea of having your back rubbed by Tim would end up in sex never crossed your mind. Besides, it wouldn’t have hurt to remove extra clothing just in case.

Tim removes his hand from beneath your clothing, but before you can whine out in protest, he takes a hold of the waistband and tugs down your shorts, the cold air hitting you in a flash. Tim couldn’t help but internally chuckle and admire the goosebumps along your newly exposed flesh.

"Cold?", He asks. "Don't worry baby, I'll warm you up real soon". He soothes and palms the tender flesh of your ass, warming you up and getting rid of the goosebumps as promised. Tim then brings his fingers up to his mouth, coating them with saliva, before bringing them near your entrance.

You inhale a sharp breath as he slowly slides one thick finger into your entrance and slowly begins to pump in and out, before adding a second digit. Your walls clench around his fingers, pulling a groan from the brunette, while they continue to slowly work in and out of your sex.

"You feel pretty warm to me. You sure you cold?". He teases. You can only respond with low muffled moans as his slick fingers spread you open.

His pace quickens and you cry out his name when his fingers hit that spot inside you that makes you fall apart. Your hips jerk back onto his hand and move against his fingers, following his pace. You moan out in pleasure as you chase your climax. You can feel the spring coil within your core and your walls trembling.

"That's it, baby, let go". Tim coaxes you while trying to hold back his own moans. "F-f-f-uck, you're doing so good".

His praise is the final straw before you feel the spring snap, and come undone around his fingers. Your muscles tense and your strangled moans are swallowed by your pillow as the waves of pleasure overtake you.

"There you go", He says while keeping a steady pace, letting you ride your climax. "Relax, beautiful".

Once you slowly came down from your high, Tim's fingers slide out of you. You cant help the small whimper you let out due to the sudden loss.

"Shh it's okay, baby, I got you". He soothes and carcasses your soft flesh.

You feel the bed shift and his body move away from your side. But before you can question him, a moan rips from your throat when you feel his tongue on your heat.

Using his hands to spread apart your legs, Tim laps at your entrance and hums against your sensitive flesh as he saviors your orgasm on his tongue, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Ready for more already?". He teases against your flesh. His tongue moves in slow flicking motions against your sex.

"P-please..." You breathe out through clenched teeth as you feel the pleasure between your legs.

"Please? Please what? Tell me what you need, beautiful". He says before delivering a deliciously long slow stroke.

"Tim ahh~!" You cry out his name and arch your back, bringing your heat closer to him.

"Alright, baby, I'll take care of it" He murmured. His body shifts once more and this time you look over your shoulder as Tim starts to remove his shirt revealing his softly sculpted torso. You admire the hair on your lover's strong chest for a few seconds before your eyes move lower and land on the large tent in his sleeping bottoms. You can barely make out the small damp precum spot by the tip of his erection. His eyes immediately shift to yours at the sound of your whimpering and catch your line of sight

"This what you want, baby?" he moves his hand to palm himself through the fabric of his clothes "You want my cock inside you?" He asks.

"Please, Tim", You cry "I need you". You push your ass up towards him. Begging for him to come closer and give you what you need.

"How can I deny my baby anything when they look so beautiful and so ready for me?", His words go straight to your core and pull a soft moan from your throat.

After what feels like painfully endless teasing, Tim finally moves closer to you. His hands tug down at his bottoms, freeing his cock from its confines, and kicks off the piece of clothing. You make a mental note to burn those darn sleeping pants later.

"I'm keeping my word and taking the best care of you" Tim groans and gives his length a few pumps. "So now, let's fix that pretty back of yours".

You turn your head back to grip your pillow as you feel Tim's strong arms take a hold of your hips, pushing your ass up and pulling your body closer to him with ease. You both let out a moan as his cock rubs against your entrance. Thanks to your previous release and Tim's saliva, you're nice and lubed up for his next move.

"You're so ready for me". He says and guides his cock closer to your sex. With one last stroke, he slowly sinks down into your opening. You let out another synced moan as his cock is swallowed by the warmth of your walls.

After a few seconds of adjusting, Tim pushes your back down with one hand, pressing your chest further against the mattress, and pulls your bottom half even closer up to him with the other, making you rest your weight on your knees rather than your thighs. You feel the muscles in your back deliciously stretch at his action and let out a loud moan. You can only pray that all the household members are still out doing their tasks.

"That feels good, baby?" He asks and gives one quick thrust, fully sinking his whole length into you.

"YES! ahh~ yes!". You cry at the sharp weave of pleasure and frantically shake your head at his question.

The sight of your pleasured distress makes Tim's cock throb deep inside you. His chest fills knowing that he's the one ridding you of pain and discomfort, the one making you feel good.

"Please, baby". you basically beg, breaking him out of his trance.

Not wanting to deny you pleasure, Tim rocks his hips against you and begins a slow but rhythmic pace as his cock deliciously stretches your walls. The room is filled with the erotic sound of skin slapping along with your combined cries of pleasure.

"Just ah~ look at you. So beautiful". Tim grunts between thrusts. You cry out louder when his cock slightly rubs against your core. Knowing just what you need, Tim picks up the pace and thrusts deeper into you. The familiar spring inside your core begins to coil once again. "I'll give you what you need, baby".

Tim's arm reaches for your pillow and slightly lifts up your bottom half by the waist, just enough to allow the pillow space to rest between the bed and your pelvis. Your cheek presses directly on the mattress and your back arches, even more, pushing your ass closer to him.

This new angle allows for the tip of his cock to hit your g-spot directly. He then places one hand on each side of your head, successfully caging your body beneath his broad frame and allowing him to anchor his powerful thrusts.

The pleasure becomes almost unbearable as Tim pounds into your sex at a brutal pace. You claw at your bedsheets and you cry out in pleasure, mostly consisting of Tim's name and incoherent words. Your walls flutter around Tim's cock and the coil threatens to snap.

"Go ahead, baby", Tim presses his head against your upper back and nuzzles into you, his sideburns and stubble scratch at your flesh. "Cum on my cock"

With a final few deep thrusts from his cock, you reach your peak with one last cry. Tim continues to plunge into your hole as you ride your second orgasm of the night. Your vision blurs and your body is encased in ecstasy that sends shivers all through you. You can feel his length twitch inside you and his pace becomes slightly reckless.

Tim's orgasm is not far behind. Your walls convulsing around his cock pull him further in, and with one final thrust, he becomes undone inside you. You feel his body tense above you and he buries his head in your neck. Moaning out your name along with a couple of praises and kisses as he fills your insides with his release.

Tim holds that position for a few minutes and once the both of you have regulated your breathing, he slowly pulls out of you and a soft moan escapes the both of you at the loss of connection. Tim gives a few kisses to your back, checking up on you before raising from the bed and fetching a damp rag to clean you up, littering feather-light kisses along your sensitive flesh. He then cleans himself up and puts on a different pair of sleeping pants.

Once you regain the strength to finally move, you pull Tim's shirt back down your body, and turn to face your partner. A love drunken smile is plastered along his handsome features as he takes in your relaxed form.

"You look so beautiful" You whisper with a lazy smile of your own and reach out towards him with grabby hands. He immediately complies and lays beside you, pulling you into his strong arms.

"Look whos talking", He groans into your hair and caresses your skin, "You're the one that looks like they can give an angel a run for their money".

You cuddle into each other and you lay your head against his chest, listening to the still softly playing music combined with his steadying heartbeat, before a small giggle escapes your lips.

"What is it?". Tim asks you with a chuckle that rumbles from his chest.

"My back doesn’t hurt anymore". You perk up with a giggle.

The both of you pause for a few silent seconds, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

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BONUS:

"No fair". A very grumpy Brian grumbles under his breath.

After complying and paying back his owed favor, the yellow hooded man tiredly sulks up the last few steps and onto the floor he shares with the rest of the proxies and heads towards his assigned room in the Slender mansion.

A series of muffled cries and groans make him stop in his tracks when he passes your room. Immediately knowing what that indicated, the proxy lets out a stream of curses.

"You fucking white-masked bastard!!" He growled before stomping off to his room.

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I may or may not have gone crazy on this one. The word count is crazy for such filthy writing.

Let me know if you have any ideas, suggestions, or requests.

Love- Deja 👻

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta proxy #masky marble hornets #tim masky #cp masky #timothy wright #masky mh #marble hornets #mable hornets x reader #timothy wright x reader #proxy reader #proxy x reader #mh hoodie #x reader #smut

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weirdhorrorenthusiast · 2 years

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Hello can I request Ben drowned x male reader who Is a proxy and overworking themselves? Headcannons please, also have a nice day <3

This sounds like a cute idea tbh, and tysm <3

Sorry if this isn’t so good, but i finally managed to get this done

Ben Drowned x Proxy M!Reader

Ben knows you’re a proxy, therefore you go out of the mansion more often and do more of Slender’s dirty work

Yes i write the mansion AU, let me live my silly little life

Which means you’re usually exhausted when you come back, have some minor injuries, and Ben will be CLINGY

“You could finish that tomorrow, come here and sleep”

If he convinces you to take a break (which usually means you will pass out and wake up next morning) he is for sure gonna lay with you or quietly play games until he falls asleep

If you dont, he’ll remind you to take breaks and brung you food or water :)

You work hard reader, make sure to take care of yourself

And off topic but im convinced Ben calls his boyfriend “bro” in a loving way 🙁

#AAA I FINALLY FINISHED #back from my break #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #ben drowned x reader #male reader #ben drowned hc #ben drowned imagine #ben drowned #proxy reader

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creepy-friday · 9 months

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More Creepypasta Mansion Headcanons

Warnings: dark content,violence,

blood,mental illness and drugs mentions,suggestive content

if your room is close to Jeff or Ben,you're not getting any sleep.Both of them would play loud obnoxious music;Jeff would blast metal while the blonde would play hours of techno music while gaming sounds would be heard plus inappropriate loud sounds from whatever he's watching/playing/enjoying himself to

The calmest and safest times are during breakfast or when the others eat in general,everytime someone is in the kitchen they just do their own thing and leave

EJ doesn't need sleep,so if you happen to wander the hallways at night you might bump into him

Slenderman doesn't care about anything that doesn't directly affect him,he would actually be pissed if a resident would complain about something that he doesn't care about,that's why all the creeps can be unhinged at times

One violent fight has to happen at least once per month we all know the violent motherfuckers who start it and an argument has to happen at least once per day

If you're a shy and an empathetic person then your stay in the mansion can be hell,that's why you should stick with the ones who can make your life a little bearable

Even lone wolves like EJ and Bloody Painter don't stay alone for long periods of time.If you're isolated for a long period of time you might hear the static again..some say it's Slenderman who doesn't want his creeps to be alone because the eldritch might care about them,some say that it's because their loneliness can get into their quality of work and it would piss him off

Besides the blood and the desperation,most creeps keep themselves clean,but you might see some residents like Jeff who can wear the same pair of sweatpants for 7 days in a row

If you need money you can simply go to Ben,he will either order what you need for you or make himself useful and get you some cash,altough he is a little fuck and wants something in return even if it's HIS JOB to provide the residents what they need.Maybe a blowjob under the desk will do

Drugs are easy to obtain,even Nina has a bottle of something hidden inside her room,you just have to know what you want

One of the top unspoken rules between the residents is to never,in under any circumstances,never enter another creep's room without permision,the only keys that are provided are to proxies rooms.

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cyberghouleo · 7 months

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Proxy twitter au

part 2

#THESE ARE SO FUN TO MAKE AHHH #marble hornets #tim marble hornets #creepypasta #masky x reader #brian thomas x reader #ticci toby x reader #tim masky #creepypasta x reader #brian marble hornets #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #twitter au #incorrect tweets #also if anyone gets butthurt abt me tagging them proxies idc its easier for tags #ik brian and tim hate the operator but its a mouthful to tag

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sootrootdoot · 2 months

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"wow. this must be what having bitches feels like"

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kettlemouse13 · 2 months

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Proxies Reaction to S/o Having The Proxy Mark

Original Ask:

Hiii! I was wondering if you could do a hc on if the proxies were to find out their s/o has the mark of a proxy. Like they could just roll their sleeves up and they would notice it. :), if not it’s totally okay I hope you have a great day 😎💪

I would imagine that Masky is fronting almost 100% of the time whilst being a proxy so I won’t mention Tim in this.

Masky

I would imagine that he is very conflicted about this, because one one hand, he would want to be completely loyal to slender and now his S/O isn’t an obstacle to that ambition.

On the other hand, he is very aware that mean you practically sold your soul to The Slender Man.

And there is a smidge but of jealousy that you no longer belong to only him.

“So, when did you meet him?”

His tone was very passive aggressive when he finally addressed it, since you never told him.

Hoodie/Brian

Brian is fucking pissed and terrified.

You gave your live away and you didn’t even tell him????

Not only that, he had warned you multiple times about this life.

He would leave immediately after finding out to just cry, maybe even scream and throw things.

Everything he’s done to keep you separate from this life, from being a prisoner for eternity, and you threw it all away.

If there was ever the thought to escape, it’s now both of you that need to escape, not just him.

“Why…? You couldn’t just listen to me for once…”

Honestly, he is almost betrayed.

Ticci Toby

He’s a whole new kind anxious now.

Now, he can’t protect you the way he always wanted.

You are susceptible to punishments from The Slender Man, and those can be so bad, they leave you with broken bones.

But now he has you around him 24/7.

Takes you aside and—through various nervous ticks—asks you to be as careful as you can be and always request that he accompanies you on missions.

He kisses your mark so tenderly and you can almost see a tear slip down his cheek.

“Promise me you’ll be careful. Of course you will, ‘cause I’ll always be with you…”

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Reblogs are appreciated <3

#creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #slenderverse x reader #slenderverse headcanons #slenderverse #proxies #ticci toby headcanons #masky headcanons #hoodie headcanons #ticci toby x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #x reader #reader insert

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scary-lasagna · 26 days

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Hello, I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if I could request the proxies (separately) reaction to seeing their s/o all dressed up and absolutely taking their breath away?

A few hours late today, but they love you and they're all head-over-heel buffoons

Masky

He just

stares.

He's not a huge talker, or someone to express his feelings.

But staring will suffice.

And no matter how wind-burned his cheeks are, the blush never fails to seep through and pet at his ears as well.

Maybe he'll reach out to put a hand on your waist, and decide against it.

He wouldn't want to ruin any hard work you've put into this stunning art display.

His hand will ghost over your body, too afraid to touch you, but you can still feel the warmth of his love radiating from his hands.

His eyes won't leave you the entire night, and whenever you happen to glance at him, his eyes are always trained on you.

And no matter how much he's dressed up, Masky will always shut down your compliments and focus on you instead.

Hoodie

Immediate possessiveness.

He's always got a hand on you, holding you close to him even after your attempts to swat his hands away.

And he's just so touchy-feely, with kisses, gentle touches, hugs, fixing your clothes/hair.

He's head over heels for you, and you love that dopey look in his eyes that tell you so.

No matter how many times he mumbles ' I love you' into your neck as he hugs you for the 42nd time tonight.

Toby

Bro just starts weeping.

He feels so unworthy of your presence, your love, everything about you.

Toby is a blubbering mess trying to tell you how amazing you look, and how he's so lucky to be in love with you, and how the lighting is complimenting your eye color, and-

You stop him, and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek while he unceremoniously snorts his weepyness back into his nose.

You guide him to calm down somewhat, and you find that he cannot take his eyes off of you, admiring all of the little details you've put into your outfit.

#masky #hoodie #toby #slender's proxies #proxies #proxy #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #tim wright #brian thomas #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog

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itsnikak0 · 5 months

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I probably shouldn't be posting at 1 am

#artists on tumblr #artwork #art #digital art #aesthetic #creepypasta #creepypasta fanart #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #slender proxy #slenderverse #sketch

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aslyran · 7 months

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[ID: ORV fanart. 2D, not shaded Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung, Lee Jihye, Kim Namwoon, and Anna Croft stand on a theater stage, Joonghyuk in the center. The backdrop is a dark forest that tears open to show the Oldest Dream, who is huge, the people on stage the size of dolls compared to him. He watches the scene, his eyes shining and smiling. He reaches out with one hand to Yoo Joonghyuk. The colors of the stage are dark blues and greens, contrasting the Dream, who is drawn in warm orange tones. There's a plaque above the stage that says "The Oldest Dream" in caps. /end ID

The people i liked were living stories in a place where I didn’t exist.

#ARGSDFFDFF KIM DOKJA YOU FOOL #he can see a bit of himself in everyone of these stories #and in who he cant (yjh); he tries to become #in a sense #he imagines a story in which every little part of himself is something others must overcome and undesrtand #they can’t advance if they don’t either understand eachoter ( and by proxy kdj) better #to relate he must put a bit of him in there but he cant help but also see himself as an obstacle #anyways #the oldest dream #oldest dream #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #fanart #kdj fanart #orv kdj #orv

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dina4life · 7 months

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he’s so tired—

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jjkeremika · 5 months

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AoT men who are soft when intimate with you (Soft Paws)

Armin, Zeke, Erwin, Connie, Bertoldt

description: they can’t help it!! there’s just something about you that brings it out of them…

**nsfw**

Armin - duh

Baby boy will do whatever you ask him to. As soon as the opportunity presents itself (i.e., you start to take your clothes off), he’s desperate for you, mind reeling with millions of ways to touch and please you.

“Oh, ngh, love, you are—hnf, so, so beautiful,” he’ll murmur against your lips, his fingers lightly folding over your breast, “so lovely.” One hand will travel up your arm overhead to hold yours, aligning his words with each snug thrust, “You have to know that.”

Armin will tighten his grip and slam his hips against yours if you ask him to, but if it were solely up to him, he’ll use more lube, exercise more care, touch and kiss you more softly. It’s just—he didn’t like the idea of hurting you in any capacity, and it honestly turns him on to know you’re enjoying yourself, fully, completely, because of him.

If the sex didn’t feel like you were floating on the comfiest cloud, nudely basking in the warming rays of his brightest love, pleasurable winds traveling through your body, he was doing it wrong.

Zeke - if you ignore that he’s bruising your hips what he’s saying is soft and emotional

Zeke’s contradictory behavior is so blatantly obvious during these shared intimate moments, when his thoughtful, fragile emotionality equated his strong, dominant physicality; when his mind is so distracted with blinding care for you and his body is infected with a feverish desire only drilling into you can satisfy.

During these moments is when he’s at his most vulnerable, and this openness manifests in a running mouth, rambling on about how much you make him feel, how much he needs you in more ways than he could describe, how you consume his mind.

“Ze-aaAH!” you always interrupt his devoted monologue with a strained moan, when his thumb digs into your hip bone and his tip rubs against your spongy insides before pulling out and shoving back inside.

“Sorry, baby,” he’ll say with his lips pressed to your skin, looking at you with apologetic puppy eyes, a faint reflection of yourself with a sweaty halo visible in the blue, “I’ll slow down, promise, I-I just, fuck, you are so hot, you drive me wild, I, mmf, fuck—”

Erwin - more rough… but his hands are soft

Okay, it starts soft, and his hands are soft, but the longer he pounds into you and the longer he gropes at your mewling, begging body, the harder and tougher his movements became.

Erwin’s always careful not to leave visible bruises along your hips, but all that care comes at the cost of not paying attention to the speed of his thrusts. Your moans dampened by the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy rapidly led to his devolution, and he loses himself in your warm muscles enveloping his most sensitive extremity every time, pushing further in and demanding more every time.

If it didn’t feel so good you’d tell him to slow down, to give you a break. But the burning ache in your gut vastly overpowered the budding soreness in your abdomen and you bit your lip and focused on just how smooth his palms are, how he definitely moisturizes after washing his hands.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet, angel,” Erwin whispers in your ear from behind, bringing one hand to lightly caress your cheek despite shoving himself in and out of you. He rubs his other hand down your spine, achingly gently caressing each nub as he arches his cock into that spot. “You’re doing so well, angel.”

Connie - you’re his baby bunny!! he can’t hurt his bunny :(

It’s not that he thinks you’re weak and you need him to hold back… it’s just, well, you are his precious bunny, and how could he hurt his bunny?

“Ooo, bunny, you know I love when you move like that,” Connie moans deeply, gutturally, as you wiggle your hips and grind onto his lap. His hands lightly hover over your thighs, hesitantly, like he needs your approval.

He presses his face into your chest as your hands hold onto his shoulders; you feel his chin press against your sternum as he looks up to you longingly, his hands sliding to above your ass.

You sigh dramatically, puff out your bottom lip into a pout as you drop roughly onto his lap. “Con, you can touch me you know,” you drag his hands in yours along your body, from your thighs to your breasts, “I want you to.”

You smile at the high-pitched whine he releases, preen as his fingers quickly wrap around the fleshy skin. “Mmm, bunny,” he whispers against your lips with a reciprocated smile, nosing into you, “all you need to do is ask.” Connie kisses down your neck, still smiling. “Tell me if it hurts.”

Bertoldt - speaks for itself

Ooph, baby… did you have to put in some work.

Even sitting in his lap, crossing your calves across each other behind the chair, anchoring him down, with one hand undoing the upper shirt buttons and the second holding his hair. Bertoldt’s hands hover just above your thighs with the brightest red blush intimately gracing his cheeks, his erection peeking out to press against your thigh.

His face inches closer to yours every time and you nod to convince him to hold you, to help edge him over the nerves. One rock with your hips and his hands glue to your bum, softly massaging the fatty skin through your short fabric.

“Hold me tighter,” you request, wrapping his head in your arms. He nods and lightly pushes his crotch into yours, but barely obliges in tightening his grip.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whimpers into your neck, pressing kiss after kiss like admitting it would hurt your feelings.

You coo, taking his face carefully into your hands and lifting his lips to yours. “Berty-baby, I’d like it even if you did.”

#soooooooo the title is totally not based on soft paws and hard claws being proxies for soft paws and puss in boots LMAO #aot smut #snk smut #armin x reader #connie x reader #bertoldt x reader #erwin x reader #zeke x reader #armin smut #connie smut #bertoldt smut #erwin smut #jjkeremika #i have to tag myself bc i wrote it lmao #i recently watched puss in boots 2 it was good would recommend #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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starmey · 1 month

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To the main events!Ticci Toby headcanons

(English is not my native language, so please excuse the mistakes in the text)

To the main events!Ticci Toby was surprised when you approached him in the school cafeteria to make friends. He thought it was a joke to make fun of him, but no.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who is very grateful to you for protecting him from bullies.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who develops romantic feelings for you, but he hides it from you.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who started to be mocked even more, because now he has a "protector girlfriend". Because of this, he switched to home schooling.

You throw small pebbles in the window To the main events!Ticci Toby to invite him to walk. He didn't want his abusive father to open it when you knocked on the front door of his house, so this was the best option.

To the main events!Ticci Toby whom you invite to your house and hang out together in your room.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who on the bank of the river made a couple scars with you on the palm of his right hand, with a fragment of the bottle you broke, as a sign that you will always be together.

To the main events!Ticci Toby are completely broken when his sister dies in a car accident, but you lie next to him on your bed and wipe the tears from his face. He is happy that he has you.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who tells you that he saw an extremely tall faceless creature in his bedroom window. You hug him and comfort him, telling him that he only dreamed this because of the terrible events that happened to him.

To the main events!Ticci Toby invited you to his house for the first time.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who killed his father with an ax before your eyes.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who chases you with a bloody ax around the house when you run away from him in terror.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who knocked you to the ground, and was surprised when you screamed and cried saying not to kill you.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who quietly comforts you and strokes your head when you are still crying under him.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who can no longer hold back his feelings and desires for you, so he pressed his cracked lips into yours. Although it was a bad kiss, but he was happy that he could do it.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who wipes away your tears with his thumb, as you once did for him.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who sets fire to the whole block as a sign of great love for you while you stand in terror outside his house.

To the main events!Ticci Toby who grabbed you by the shoulders and points in the direction of the dense forest to a tall faceless creature.

To the main events!Ticci Toby are so glad that he was able to prove to you that it was not his fantasy.

To the main events!Ticci Toby takes you with him to the dark forest. Don't worry, he will take care of you now.

#Ticci Toby x reader #Ticci Toby x #Ticci Toby x fem! reader #creepypasta #yandere! Ticci Toby x reader #creepypasta x reader #proxy x reader #slender proxy #yandere #yandere x reader #tobias rogers #headcanon #To the main events!Ticci Toby #hc #Ticci Toby hc

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Bad Habits[Creepypasta]

Warnings: blood,violence,drugs and suggestive content

Jeff

Renewing his permanent smile whenever he feels he's getting better.Misery became his comfort.

"I'm getting better at it" he scoffed walking past you as you raised an eyebrow."I swear" a whisper not reaching your ears.

Toby

Hours of sitting in front of a screen watching people fuck each other.Pleasure might make him feel something yet the routine started to scare him.

"Nothing else is new." he stated as his head hit his hands.

Hoodie

Looking at old photos.There is a spark of hope in them,in the eyes of those faceless people,in the eyes of the boy he once was.He even had scribbled quotes on the back of them.

"Broken photos make the best pictures frames" a smile formed on his face as the man gestured to his camera.

Masky

Drugs.He has an appetite for feeling dizzy and faded whenever he has the time to.Overdosing on whatever he has and mixing it with personality switches.

"Are you fucking high again?" you asked him in a serious manner.

"Almost reaching Heaven" he dry laughed,knowing damn well.

Watching brutal gore videos whenever he feels the need to feel less bad about himself.m and about his actions.

"Perhaps all demons are human" he stated.

"All humans are demons". you shrugged.

#creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #headcanons #y/n #brian thomas x reader #masky x reader #creepypasta scenarios #brian x reader #hoodie x reader #creepypasta jeff #jeff the killer x reader #jeffrey woods #eyeless jack headcanons #eyeless jack x reader #female proxy reader #creepypasta fandom

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bodyguard! simon riley x celebrity! reader

To the displeasure of everyone I know, I got cod brain rot.

Inspired by: Celebrity by Slayyyter

When your manager suggested you hire a new bodyguard after your old one quit, you were not expecting a masked man with an accent to walk through your doors.

At first, he sees you as a spoiled brat. He’s not used to being a bodyguard for someone famous, he is used to being hired as a hitman in more dangerous situations. He only accepted this job as the pay was good and his last job was nearby, but now he feels as if he's being toted around like a puppy, trailing behind you as you go along your normal day to day life.

Everything was a culture shift to him, he wasn’t used to following his clients while they shop or getting asked if you should purchase something, to which he always responded with “if that’s what you like.” He’s not used to sitting at lunch at a nearby table as your friends drill you with questions about him, questions about the mask and why he looked so differently than your previous guards. He was used to being in stressful situations, spending hours researching his client's attacker while being on alert 24/7, now he was just following you around with no immediate threats happening to you.

While you're doing interviews or getting your makeup done before a photoshoot, he is sitting across from you in a chair with his arms crossed. He keeps his balaclava on and hardly speaks unless someone tries to deny him access behind the scenes with you. He speaks before you can, “I’m ‘er guard.” he grunts out as he keeps walking past them, following behind you.

Trying to get to know him felt like pulling teeth, he’s standoffish and when he does answer questions, it's always short answers, even refusing to tell you his real name after you asked. You knew almost nothing about him, but that all changed once you’re alerted that your P.O box is being sent threatening letters, claiming to have a hit out on you. Ghost instructs that you are both to not leave the house until he can gather enough info about your threatener, leaving the two of you alone for several weeks.

These weeks alone cause him to slowly start opening up to you as the two of you have nothing else to do or talk about. You learn about his past clients, how this is his first high status bodyguard job, and his time in the military. He tells you bits at a time, not willing to spill too much at one time, almost testing to see how you respond to each bit of new information you learn about him. During dinner one night, he randomly speaks up. “Simon.”

“What?”

“My name. Simon.”

It only takes a few weeks for him to track and find the person sending you the threats, and he reassures you that everything will be fine now. He doesn’t show any proof, but you trust him enough to believe him. The weeks you spent together did lead to some tension between the two of you, you are able to see a human side of him that you weren’t expecting, and you could feel yourself getting intrigued by what else you could learn about him. You scolded yourself for thinking this way towards a bodyguard, someone trying to do his job, but you also couldn’t deny the way you were starting to feel when you caught glimpses of his arms flexing underneath the tight black shirts he wore often.

He slowly starts warming up to you and seeing you in a different light once he spends a few months inside your house. You aren’t as bratty or snobby as he expected. He tries to brush away any lingering thoughts as you ask him to help you zip up your dress, noticing how small your shoulders look under his gaze. Or when you ask him to help you put on a necklace, comparing how small your hands are to his when you hand him the necklace.

The tension finally breaks when you are in a dressing room alone, waiting around as the photographer goes over the photos one final time before you could leave. You can feel him eyeing you up and down while you aren’t paying attention, his eyes studying the dress you were getting paid to wear and the way it hugged you. One offhand comment from you leads to him lifting you up onto the vanity counter, his mask pulled above his nose as his mouth finds yours, soft moans escaping you. Your panties are pulled to the side as his tongue circles around your clit, one hand pressed against your mouth to quiet you, so the staff doesn’t hear you cumming against his tongue.

When in large crowds, one of his hands is always pressed against the small of your back as he guides you through the masses, the feeling of his touch lingering on your back even after he pulls away. His other hand resting close to the concealed gun he keeps at his hip, staying alert as his eyes scan through the faces to assess any threats. Crowds will naturally part once they notice how big he is and the way he towers over most of the fans.

The paparazzi gets a photo of you two together, Simon holding a few shopping bags as he trails behind you. The photo is captioned as if he was your secret boyfriend and your fans go crazy, tweeting how cute the two of you are together and how mysterious he was.

“Look, everyone thinks we are dating.” You say as you shove your phone in his face. His eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the photo, reading a comment on how good of a couple the two of you are. He only hums a response and rolls his eyes. He expects you to have a different reaction, shocked that you didn’t find it annoying but almost enduring. The idea of you being okay with the two of you being in a relationship and not just fuckbuddies ignites something deep in his stomach.

You definitely talk him into taking a few photos of you for Instagram, instructing him on how to frame the photo as he stares blankly at the phone. When you post the photos, comments flood in asking if your mystery bodyguard was the one who took them. You often post stories with him lingering around in the background, only fueling the relationship speculation as fans talk about him living with you.

After the media starts to report more on the two of you, Ghost starts getting more offers from other celebrities to become their bodyguard. He gives them no second thought as he denies them. He will get approached with offers to pay him triple and he still waves them off, he plans on staying loyal as a bodyguard to you and you only, no matter how much they offer him.

Simon decides to make the two of you official by gifting you a necklace with his initial, something you wear and post about often, sending your fans into a bigger spiral. He finds the fans both amusing and slightly disturbing, showing how much love they have for you, yet you only get to call him yours.

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #call of duty #cod mw3 #bodyguard au #famous reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #smut #kinda? idk lol #got my wisdom teeth out yesterday so i got to speedrun this lmfao #ill post proxy things soon just let me live in my masked man fantasy rn

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