#creepypasta Masky nsft

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Masky:

Loves it.

Will literally watch as you peak and then slow down just enough where it doesn’t completely kill your buildup but also doesn’t let you finish.

He wants to watch you beg. Beg him to let you release, to cum all over his dick. He loves the power, knows that he has full control over you and that you’re at his will.

Go ahead, sunshine, show me how much you want to come

It gives him an ego boost, seeing tears fall down your pretty face because of how built up you are waiting for release.

Attempting to edge Masky is practically impossible

He only ever doms, and only ever wants complete and utter control of what’s going on in the bedroom

If he even senses that you’re trying to play games with him, well-

1) if he’s in a good mood, he’ll probably be amused, and draw it out a little while longer to see where you’re headed with it.

2) If he’s in a bad mood, he’ll waste no time putting you in your place.He’ll flip you over and blow your back out, whispering into your ear about how you’re nothing but holes for him to fill, and will practically force you to repeat out loud for everyone in close vicinity to hear. 

In the end he’ll leave you a blubbering mess, with only the knowledge that you’re his cocksleeve

Hoodie:

Your whines are a sweet melody to him

He’ll fuck your cunt mercilessly, but the moment he hears your breathing increase rapidly and your moans get louder, he’ll slow down

He practically lives for how your pussy tightens against his dick in search for more.

Rubs at your clit while you whine and plead him to continue. 

Once he does, he’ll go right back at it, degrading you as if he weren’t the one who left you hot and bothered.

Are you really that desperate for my cock?

Hoodie is a patient man, and could definitely keep up doing the same thing for a while

He’ll bring you just before your peak, then bring you back down midway. He’ll keep at it until you’re reduced to nothing but a desperate, needy slut.

And the worst part about it all is that he’ll make it seem as if it was your fault, or that it was some sort of burden to make you come as if he wasn’t enjoying every second of it.

Hoodie is one of those people where, even if you think you are domming, you never are

You could be riding him and he could be doing nothing but laying there— but the moment he flashes a smile you’re suddenly at his whims at moving to please him.

Edging Brian would be hard, because it’s all praise and wanting approval with him that even the idea of it completely flies from your mind.

But — if you do manage to get past that, Hoodie would challenge you, in a sense. See how far you could hold this act

Though, somehow, it always ends up in you crying and begging for release, doesn’t it?

Ticci Toby

Toby fucks just as wild as his personality is

That being said, Toby isn’t all too great at keeping you from coming

If he knows you’re enjoying it, and he’s gaining pleasure from it as well, why stop or slow down?

He does enjoy hearing you beg, and will tease you until he’s heard you whine just enough

Come on, tell me how bad you want to come all over my dick

Edging him…. Well

Toby is vocal during sex, especially if he bottoms.

His voice is scratchy and hits the ears just right, particularly when he’s whispering pleas into it and running his fingers across your body.

It’s cute, if anything. The way you have him so easily wrapped around your finger, have him pleading like a little puppy

You're his, and he is yours

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kinks

ft: eyeless jack, masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, slenderman

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit sexual content, including various kinks, fetishes, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

eyeless jack

biting.

the taste of human flesh is already something that jack likes, but even more so when it comes to your flesh specifically. it’s all about the way his teeth sink into the softness of your flesh, the taste of your blood flowing into his mouth; it’s all too delicious. however, there’s another darker side of him that relishes in the way you squirm against him, or the sound escaping your lips—the perfect concoction of pain and pleasure.

marking.

this comes alongside biting, but he enjoys owning you and branding you as his. either with the aforementioned bitemarks, or with hickeys—although he tends to bite during them, anyway—or by carving his name into you. that’s his favourite.

knifeplay.

technically, in his case it’d be scalpelplay. anyhow, he loves running his scalpel along the surface of your skin, tracing along the curvature of your body, or slicing thin lines and outlining your bone structure, especially your ribs.

bloodplay.

this goes hand in hand with knifeplay as well as biting. first and foremost, he relishes in the taste of your blood. it’s the closest he can get to tasting you without hurting you too much. however, he also likes to play with it. he’ll smear it across your skin, painting you with beautiful crimson, but he’ll also lap up your blood, then proceed to kiss you, making you taste yourself and then seeing the stains on your soft lips.

breeding.

there’s just something about him being a demon that gives him a primal urge to want to mate you, breed you, fill you with his seed and impregnate you.

creampies.

this branches off breeding, but his favourite place to cum is obviously inside you; he loves watching his cum drip out of you.

masky

dominance/submission.

frankly, tim is a freak. which will become more and more obvious as you read through this list. anyway. the most important thing for tim in terms of kinks is dominance. he wants to assert power and control over you and enforce that you’re his and his alone. he wants you to submit to him and know that you’ll do whatever he wants whenever he wants, whether you like it or not.

bondage.

tim loves bondage of all sorts. be it tying you up or using chains—he likes it all. it only adds to the power he has over you, considering you’re all tied up, helpless and at his whim. his particular favourite is chaining you to the wall, amongst others, such as tying your hands behind your back while he fucks you from behind. he loves seeing you struggle against your bindings to no avail, especially if he’s edging, overstimulating, or hurting you.

restraints.

closely related to bondage is restraints, such as gags, handcuffs, and blindfolds. they restrict or deprive you of something or another, and the simple fact that he can take that away from you, turns him on. he’s 50/50 on the gags, though, because on one hand he likes it when you can’t talk or even protest against anything he does, but on the other hand he loves hearing all the sounds you make.

edging.

he enjoys edging you, and he’ll really take it to the next level by having you restrained, unable to move or do anything to stop him as he fingers you and plays with your clit, maybe even going down on you or using a toy of some sort. whatever it is, he loves bringing you right to the brink of orgasm and then stopping just before. he’ll do it numerous times, over and over until you’re on the verge of tears and begging for him to please just let you cum.

begging.

the sound of you begging is nothing short of music to his ears. and that’s why he’ll make you do it so often. he’ll make you beg for him to fuck you, he’ll make you beg for him to let you cum, he’ll make you beg for pretty much each and every single bit of pleasure he gives you. he relishes in how powerful it makes him feel and it’s so hot for him to have you begging and pleading for him, desperate for him to allow you any pleasure at all. he loves knowing that it’s all fully dependant on him; he can control whether or not you feel good and just how good you feel. and there’s nothing you can say or do about it.

overstimulation.

when he’s finally satisfied with how desperate you are and how much you’ve pleaded for him, he’ll finally let you cum. and while it may feel good the first time he lets you, you know it’s only a matter of time before he does it again and again, until you’re once again begging and crying for him to stop, telling him that you’re too sensitive and it’s too much.

sadism/masochism.

tim not only likes to control whether or not you feel pleasure, but he also likes to do the same for pain. not only does he just like it by default, but it also closely ties into and relates to his other kinks.

spanking.

he likes spanking you. bending you over his lap and spanking you with his hand, or even a paddle or his belt. he loves making you count each and every strike, but not as much as he enjoys making you thank him for it. he likes it when you’re tied up the most so that he can watch you squirm yet unable to get away. he’ll also spank you during sex if you’re doing doggystyle. the sight of your pretty ass, nice and red with heat radiating off your cheeks, is delightful for him.

hair pulling.

tim will pull your hair, especially if he’s fucking you from behind. he also likes it when you’re giving him head, but one of his favourite scenarios is just having you bend over a counter, being able to tug your hair and make you arch your back for him as he thrusts into you.

slapping.

straight up, across the face. bonus points if it’s in combination with him pulling you up by the hair.

whipping.

most of the time, spanking, hairpulling and slapping is enough for him. however, on occasion, if he’s feeling particularly sadistic, he’ll whip you with his belt as well. he’ll use the leather for the rest of your body, but then the metal buckle for your ass.

knifeplay.

sometimes, he’ll even bring out his switchblade for a bit of fun, holding it to your throat or flicking it across your cheek lightly.

powerplay.

as mentioned, tim loves unbalanced power dynamics. this really shows itself in that he enjoys being fully, or at least mostly clothed while you’re naked. the power imbalance turns him on a lot.

pet play.

he isn’t particularly into pet play, but he indulges in some aspects of it, such as using a collar and leash on you. tim likes tugging you around with the leash, or pulling your head back, cutting off your oxygen supply while he fucks you from behind with it. he’ll also probably invest in a (human-sized, obviously) cage.

breathplay.

just like with all other aspects of sex for him, tim wants control, and what better control than having his hands wrapped around your neck?

degradation.

he’s not super heavy on this, but he’ll say things like, “who’s my slut?” or “who do you belong to?” in bed.

oral. (receiving)

tim doesn’t mind giving oral, but he likes receiving it far more. however, he isn’t satiated with a simple blow job. much like other activities, he’ll want your hands tied up behind your back, so that you can’t stop him while he has his hand wrapped in your hair, holding your head still as he brutally fucks your throat. you’d have to learn to take it, because he wouldn’t care if you were gagging or choking, it would only further arouse him if anything.

dacryphilia.

tim really gets off to you crying, whether it be from edging, overstimulation, pain, or even just when you tear up as his cock hits the back of your throat.

bonus: tim will spit into your mouth.

hoodie

corruption.

brian sees you as an angel. something pure, delicate, ethereal. while he has this nice, friendly, sweet demeanour, he knows himself that he is a monster deep down, a monster that wants nothing more than to corrupt that innocence of yours. he doesn’t necessarily want to hurt you, but he sure as hell wants to ruin you.

lingerie.

brian loves lingerie. he really likes the way the fabric clings tightly to your body, not enough to cover you but enough to accentuate your form, somehow making your already flawless body even better if that was even possible.

lace.

lingerie in general is nice, but what really gets him going is lace. white lace. not only does it look exquisite on you, it also complements your angel-like innocence, adding more flames to the fuel that is his corruption kink.

thigh highs.

technically, it doesn’t have to be thigh highs. while brian does particularly favour white thigh highs, he also likes other leggings/stockings/pantyhose, provided they’re white and sheer or with lace. he likes sheer, semi-translucent long socks, or even other items of clothing; it gives off the impression that he’s seeing something he shouldn’t be, which really turns him on. and of course, he appreciates lace socks, the ones that go up to your ankles or knees as well.

bonus points if you pair it with the lingerie.

skirts/dresses.

there’s something so feminine and delicate about skirts or dresses, especially if they’re well, white and/or with lace, that’s so sensual to him. not to mention it allows him easy access. he can just flip up your skirt or dress, seeing your cute lace panties underneath, proceed to push them aside and just fuck you…

praise.

brian will say things such as “you’re such a good girl,” “you’re taking me so well, angel,” along with incoherent ramblings of how precious and perfect you are.

oral. (giving)

he enjoys going down on you. he loves the way you taste and he gets off to your moans, the way you arch your back, the way you squirm against his face, the way your hands tangle in his hair, everything about it is just delightful for him.

ddlg.

more specifically, daddy kink. brian really likes being called daddy, and he will often call you nicknames such as ‘princess’ and ‘babygirl.’

sensory deprivation.

to be precise, blindfolds. it’s erotic, taking away your sight and leaving you in the dark, unknowing of what he plans to do next, oversensitive and gasping at his touch.

ticci toby

exhibitionism.

nothing gets toby more excited than fingering you in public, under the table at a dinner or somewhere else where people wouldn’t notice. he’ll fuck you in some alley or back of a building, a place that people shouldn’t generally notice but would depend on how well you can stifle your moans, how well you can hold back from making sounds so that nobody would know the indecency the two of you were up to. he loves how good and innocent you seem in public while at the same time, just between the two of you, you were dirty and spreading your legs for him.

degradation.

toby goes hard with the degradation. he’ll tell you things such as “you’re such a fucking slut,” “you’re my useless whore,” “you’re a worthless cumdump,” all the while he’s fucking you. he really likes the idea of using you, having you be his perfect little fucktoy, for him to do whatever he pleases with.

ps: if you beg him to use you, he’ll literally fall in love with you. no better words could come out of your mouth.

free use.

he likes having you at his disposal, ready for him whenever he wants.

begging.

there’s few things he likes more than listening to you beg; it’s just such a humiliating position for you to be in, and he loves pushing you to that point so that he can hear and relish in how pathetic you are for him.

experimentation!

first of all, toby likes a little bit of everything. spanking, choking, bondage, the list goes on. but most of all, he likes to experiment. toby loves trying new things in the bedroom all the time, be it new positions, unusual kinks, roleplay scenarios, he’ll do it all. he’s even happy to try switching roles every once in a while.

roleplay.

seriously, toby will try anything, and he loves roleplaying different scenarios with you just to switch things up.

anal.

this one relates to both experimentation and trying new things. why stick to one hole when you can have two?

toys.

his main interest is buttplugs, but he’ll enjoy using vibrators as well as other toys on you.

bonus: toby is a switch, as implied above. he’s more dominant than submissive, and if you don’t like to dominate, that’s perfectly fine with him and he doesn’t mind. however, he would be ecstatic to have you reverse the roles and tell him how much of a good boy he is.

jeff the killer

rough sex.

jeff likes it rough. he’s particularly into fucking you from behind, although his favourite position would be up against a wall. he likes it hard and rough and fast; being able to watch your curves bounce as he slams in and out of you, being able to feel your nails scratch against his back as you writhe in pleasure, and there’s nothing better than hearing you gasping and screaming his name.

knifeplay.

jeff likes knifeplay, however he’s different from jack. while he will sometimes run the blade along your skin, what he primarily likes to do is hold it to your neck during sex. he enjoys watching you tense up, as well as ultimately pressing the blade in ever so slightly just to draw a bit of blood while he orgasms inside you.  

oral. (receiving)

jeff has nothing against giving oral, he’s not super into it but he’ll do it if you want him to. however, the real treat for him is receiving. he thoroughly enjoys having you suck his dick, feeling your pretty lips wrapped around it, struggling to take in his length. he likes pulling your hair during it, guiding you and bobbing your head up and down on his member. he enjoys having you start off nice and slow, maybe even teasing him a bit, but tease him enough and he’ll get impatient and quicken the pace. he likes when you swallow, especially if you open your mouth and show him before you do it.

bonus points if you make eye contact as you during all of this. oh, and he’ll literally love you forever if you deepthroat.

ben drowned

spanking.

ben isn’t that kinky. he’s happy browsing the front page of pornhub, essentially. he’s into things such as spanking—he’ll gladly bend you over his lap, or just spanking you while fucking you doggystyle. he prefers using hands, but sometimes he’ll bring out the paddle, too. he likes the ones that leave heart-shaped marks.

pet play.

ben is kind of your average gamer boy. he likes cat girls. it’s not really that much pet play, as much as it specifically cat girls, but whatever. he likes it when you wear a pair of cat ears as well as having a cat tail buttplug, although he’s not that into anal.

cosplay.

this goes along with the cat girl thing, but ben enjoys seeing you in cosplays. to be specific, maid outfits. he would be pleased with almost any cosplay, though. nurse outfits, schoolgirl uniforms, you name it, he probably likes it.

breathplay.

choking in general is nice for him; he likes the way your neck feels in his grip, so fragile and delicate. he likes the way your smaller hands instinctively grab onto his wrist, he finds it adorable. his favourite though? the bathtub. he likes fucking you over a bathtub, with you bent over the edge, your ass nicely on display for him, the water in the tub filled up until the very brim, and your pretty little head getting pushed under the water.

other than that, ben is relatively vanilla.

slenderman

tentacles.

slender loves using his tentacles on you. seriously though, tentacles are very versatile. not only can he fuck you with them, but he can also employ them as tools for bondage. he’ll wrap his tentacles around your wrists, binding your arms. he’ll use them to pull and then hold your legs apart, spreading them wide open for him to fuck you. his tentacles are strong, strong enough to lift you up, suspending you in midair while he fucks you. he thoroughly enjoys having a tentacle in your mouth, feeling your tongue, soft and wet swirl around it, sucking on it like you would his dick. he’ll relish in that while he has another tentacle pumping in and out of your cunt, and a third one filling up your ass. he loves having all three of your holes filled up at the same time; there’s no better way to know that you belong to him entirely. sometimes he’ll even slide two in the same hole, having one pump in while the other pulls out.

so that by default includes bondage, suspension, anal, and double penetration.  

size kink.

he’s approximately two and a half metres tall, so it’s safe to say he towers over you, especially if you’re smaller. he enjoys pinning you down, taking your tiny wrists in his larger hands, lifting you up and sitting you on his cock because you’re so light, so tiny, so delicate. he just wants to stretch you out and fill you up with his length.

oral.

slender loves both giving and receiving oral. how can he resist watching you struggle to take in his length, your tiny hands on his thighs as you bob your head up and down on his dick, tearing up ever so slightly when it hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag? but of course, he loves pleasuring you as well, with his tongue, long and pointed and able to reach the entirety of your insides, all the while he has a tentacle playing with your clit, or sometimes just his hand.

dirty talk.

slender is able to communicate telepathically. that means he can say the nastiest, most unholy things to you while you’re out in public, without anyone noticing or even suspecting that anything was up. you’d have to pretend that everything is fine, while you’re out drinking coffee and he’s trying to get you all hot and bothered by telling you in detail how he would ravish you later that evening. another side of this is that he loves talking dirty in bed too, and you can hear and almost feel him speak inside your head all the while he’s pounding away at your insides.

breeding.

something about being a supernatural, inhuman being makes it so erotic for him to breed you, to impregnate you, to create a half-human baby with you. he just wants to fill you up with his seed over and over again until it’s leaking out of every hole of yours.

author’s note: i cannot believe i wrote this. i am a sinner. i am going to hell.

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creepypasta kinks.

featuring eyeless jack, jeff the killer, masky, hoodie, and ticci toby.

cw: nsfw, knifeplay, blood, cnc.

Eyeless Jack finds his libido to only be elevated after his transformation into a demon. A helpless victim writhing in the grasp of his own carnal desires, he is left with no choice and seeks you out.

Marking. You are his. You are his, and every being, every living creature that lays eyes on you has to know it. The bite marks on your skin are perfect, perfect negative impressions of his impressive set of teeth. He finds the blood dripping from the deepest indentations on your neck to be beautiful.

Dirty talk. “Mine, mine, you’re all mine.” He whispers in your ear, licking at it, teasing its shell. Shivers run down your spine.

Manhandling, also linked to a size difference kink. Jack had always been a tall man, but after transforming, he had grown even taller and bigger, beyond what could possibly be considered normal. His silhouette engulfs yours, enabling him to pick you up with ease, toss you on his bed, carry you and fuck you.

Mirrors. He fucks you in front of a mirror and commands you to look at yourself. Look at you, just how delectable you look while his cock thrusts into you. You’re so red, you’re so bothered.

Breeding and creampies. But he’s not done with you yet, he tells you as he watches his seed drip out of your ruined hole. For even if your hole is useless, you still have other ones.

Jeffrey Woods has always been tightly wound, always ready to snap. It’s no surprise he takes his frustrations out fucking you, whether it be hateful fucking, or…well, it’s actually really mostly just that.

Consensual non-consent. You will be his, even when you don’t want to be, or at least act like you don’t. He’ll grab you, by the wrists, your hair, even your neck, and he will take you wherever and whenever he pleases.

Knife play. “You’re so beautiful when you bleed,” he’ll remark, and the occasional, “I want you and I covered all up in your blood.” And so cover himself in your blood he does, your vision fading as you bleed away.

Impact play. He’ll slap you, your butt, your face, wherever he pleases. You are not a person to him, not in that moment. You are his object to fuck and make use of. His pleasure is number one in his mind.

Licking and marking—though not out of affection. It’s a twisted possession, a wicked obsession. His, his, his. Blood drips everywhere. Red is all he sees. Red is all you are. Bleeding out in his bed.

Timothy “Masky” Wright’s personalities blend. Masky, and Tim. No, not Masky; Tim. Not Tim; Masky. Oh, what’s going on in his head? Why can’t he seem to control himself?

- Bondage. He must tie you up. He has to. The Operator wills it. Masky grabs the rope; Tim resists. He mustn’t tie his precious darling up. But Masky has to.

- Kissing. “I’m sorry,” Tim mumbles, and Masky hisses, don’t. But Tim prevails in this moment, and you get your affection, though it does seem like he’s holding back—from smashing your head in.

- Marking. You want to kiss your precious darling, so be it, growls Masky’s voice in the back of his head. But we do it His way. Masky bites at your flesh mercilessly, causing you to bleed, but at least Tim gets to leave his mark on you.

- Creampie—the struggle between Masky and Tim leaves the latter no room, no time to react to his ejaculation. He comes inside of you, and as he groans, he releases his seed. But before he can pull out, Masky commands: Stay.

- We will mark and imbue this wench. This one belongs to Him.

- YOU CANNOT FIGHT HIM.

Brian “Hoodie” Thomas is attractive, there is no denying it. But if a person were to lay eyes on him, with his charismatic smile, the furthest thought from their mind would be his true demeanor around you in the bedroom.

BDSM, namely sadism, bondage, impact play, and power play.

He is sadistic, dishing pain out without a second thought, like a billionaire spending thousands without a second thought. You plead and beg for mercy, a reprieve from the pain on your ass, but he simply smirks and the sting of his spanks begin all over again.

Bondage. For if he is to do what he truly desires to you, you must not be able to resist. “My pretty pretty darling,” he hums in a singsong, “I won’t be done with you anytime soon.”

Impact play. His favorite is flogging, seeing tears run down your face, red marks the exact shape of his weapon appear on your thighs, your chest, your stomach, everywhere. Your tears are everywhere. And as he fingers you, pleasure and pain blur together.

Humiliation. He unbinds you abruptly, causing you to fall to the ground. “On your knees,” he commands, and you have no choice but to obey.

“Worship me,” he whispers to you, and you obey.

You obey.

You obey.

Tobias Erin “Toby” Rogers is relatively inexperienced, but his confidence surprises you every time. Your guard down, he pounces, engulfing you whole.

Consensual non-consent. “Say you don’t want this.” “What?” “Say you don’t want this,” he whispers back, more urgency in his voice. And so you comply.

Zero foreplay. He inserts himself, intruding upon the sanctity of your body, and as you howl in agony your hole wettens itself around him. He sighs in pleasure. Pleasure—it’s only for him.

Crying. Tears. Tears all over your face, snot running down your philtrum unattractively. It all goes to his cock, it all emboldens him. “Cry more,” he whispers, voice trembling in excitement, fingertips wiping away your tears, bringing them to his lips for a taste.

Fear. The fear in your eyes, so enticing, so easy to get lost in. Were your eyes always so fearful of him? Will you never see him the same way again? The thought excites him, his heart races, his thrusts growing more erratic.

Punishment. All of a sudden, he pulls out and comes onto the floor. He turns back to your confused face and orders with surprising presidency in his voice: “Lick it up.”

You stare at him in horror.

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Creepypasta/Marble Hornets X Reader with A Small/Flat Chested F!Reader

[Warnings: NSFT/smut, size kink mention, praise, body worship, breeding kink, MINORS DNI]

[AN: sometimes I find you guys out in the wild (and what’s crazier is I get recognized sometimes??) and I go :0 in a good way!! Anyways here’s this lol. Made it while drinking canned bubble tea. Enjoy, for all my small titty goddesses]

Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jeff the Killer

Gods he’s so feral about small tits. And I mean FERAL. He has no eyelids so of course he’s going to stare. Loves seeing your nipples, clothed or not. Prefers when you don’t wear a bra in colder weather just so he can gawk at you and how they perk up.

He’s always cupping and rubbing them. When he’s able, he’s sucking on them. The way he loved your tits is raunchy and wild. Always making lewd comments about how hot you are how he loves how well you fit in his hands, how your skin is so soft and you squish just right for him.

Jeff obviously loves all parts of you, but whenever he sees you wearing a top that’s a little too thin and a little too tight and he can see the outline of your breasts, he finds himself drooling. He can TRY to be professional but good luck, his gaze always gives it away.

His kind of love for you is aggressive and possessive. If you EVER show any doubts, he’ll take offense. “Who the fuck are you to question my good fucking taste?” He doesn’t like you doubting him because how dare you? He sees your beauty, both inside and out, so why can’t you?

He’s going to show you off every chance he gets. Comes with the territory of dating him lol. He loves when people look at you but can’t touch, because you belong to him and him alone. No one else, just his. He doesn’t want to treat you like an object! You aren’t, but gods you have a gifts in your life and one is your body, don’t be shy. All that said, he loves you, truly and genuinely. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Eyeless Jack

Size kink. Huge. Huge size kink. He loves that he’s so much bigger than you in every way possible, and something about your tits fitting into his large hands, engulfed by his clawed palm make him melt. He purrs whenever he sees you changing and you let him lovingly gaze upon your body.

I’ve always felt Jack is into art, and sketches a lot in his free time. His art is mostly based on his medical knowledge, studying anatomy and whatnot, but he draws your breasts any chance he can get. And it’s not always in a sexualized way, but a very artistic focus. You, slowly waking up and gazing out the window, a warm drink in your hands as the sheets cascade over your body… and you’re nude.

He loves you without clothes on. With clothes on, however? If you wear any necklaces or whatnot, he melts because he thinks they fall between your breasts so elegantly. Everything about you is perfect to him.

Jack goes through heats, of course, and when he goes through them, he spends special attention on your tits. Lots of bite marks, especially when he’s sucking on your perfect nipples.

He’s got a habit of sitting you down on his lap while he’s doing work and playing with your breasts like a stress toy. Or just,,, playing with them because he can. Your body is his and his alone. He says you’re perfect to him, so you better believe it. If not, don’t worry, Jack is surprisingly good at talking through more sensitive topics without overriding your feelings. He’ll always take care of you.

Tobias Rogers

He’s just like Jeff in terms of being raunchy. He prefers you to wear skimpier, form fitting clothes just to show your body off to the world. When he’s out in public with you, he likes you to be the candy on his arm. Thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous, and the way your tits sit on your chest contribute a great deal to that.

If you have nipple piercings? Lord help you, Toby can’t keep himself off of you. Not even when he tries, he’s just so into you. The moment you take your shirt off and show them to him, he’s drooling and fucking you into the floor, folding you like a lawn chair so he can watch your breasts bounce a bit as he drives you into the floor.

Toby doesn’t actually like the necklaces too much. Not the long ones. Not only do they get in the way of sex, but he likes chokers and shorter chains better. He’s kinda particular like that. Sometimes, he’ll playfully complain whenever you wear baggier clothes and hoodies (he never means it, he wants you to be comfortable).

Toby is also a huge fan of you not wearing a bra so he can gawk at you. But!! If you do fancy wearing bras, he’s especially into the cute ones that are clearly meant for adult activity. Seeing you in lingerie makes his caveman brain warp into hyperdrive.

He does understand the shadowy sides of you though. He’s dealt with body image issues himself, specifically his face. But, he’s grown confident in who he is. He won’t ever push toxic positivity on you, but he won’t let you say awful things about yourself. He says it hurts his feelings, because how could you talk so poorly about yourself when he loves you so deeply? It actually messes him up.

Masky/Tim Wright

Masky loves you so boldly. Your body really sparks some protective nature or something in his head. When he first saw your breasts once your clothes came off, all he could think about was how sweet you must taste and how soft you must be to squeeze. He wants you all to himself, your body is his to enjoy as much as he is yours to enjoy. It’s usually him somehow giving pep talks, but he’s an aggressive supporter. Loves you, refuses to let you speak like that about yourself.

Tim however, Tim is a little cuter about it. Make no mistake, he’s still a pervert but it’s sweeter, somehow. Tim loves to worship every bit of you, showing attention to your breasts because they’re his favorite part of you. He finds himself staring, blushes and tries to shake himself back into focus but can’t. Really, he can be such a nerd at times. Doesn’t mean to, but look at him. Look at him and tell me he isn’t.

There’s hickies all over your body when he’s done with you. Hickies all over your breasts and sometimes, he’ll form them in a heart because that’s cute. His large, calloused hands love how soft and small you are as he squeezes and cups. LOVES to fuck in positions that let him see your breasts, as that’s what he’s focused on outside of the way your eyes roll upwards when he pushes in extra deep.

He LOVES seeing you all dressed up but also really loves whenever you’re all comfortable. Either way, he’ll make cheesy jokes like “your clothes look better in my floor ;)” so be prepared for a lot of cheesy, horny jokes. Or if you say “my eyes are up here??” He’ll keep honing in on your tits. That’s just the kind of man he is.

Some of his favorite moments with you are the kinds where you’re all curled up in bed together, spooning and his hands are able to roam your body. He often falls asleep holding your breasts, hand spread out over them and squeezing you to his chest like you’re his squishy toy. He often falls asleep better this way! If you’re not in the mood to be bear hugged to sleep, he’ll still keep a hand resting on your chest or hips somehow.

Hoodie/Brian Thomas

Hoodie is a very silent, down to business kind of proxy. Deeply cocky and self assured, maybe a bit too hot headed. When it comes to you, he knows his taste and what he’d choose and he chose well. Whenever he sees you all dolled up, he’ll bend you over just to have his way with you before you have to go. Hoodie’s gloved hand squeeze at your tits every chance he gets before he pulls them off so his fingers can play with your nipples with no barrier in between.

Brian’s a southern gentleman. This does not apply to how he worships your body. He’s FERAL for your body and will try to get you pregnant any chance he can. There’s times you’ll come out of the shower and drop the towel, he sees your nipples, the curve of your breasts, and he’s on you, mating press, trying to get you pregnant. He can’t help himself when you look that sexy.

He’s also really fond of holding your breasts in any way he can. Makes him happy just to touch you. Cuddle? Grab titty. Doing anything on the computer? Grab titty. Has no restraint, and in the safety of your home? He doesn’t care (unless you’re overstimulated or don’t want to, of course). He’s HUGE on physical touch. Everything from your ass, your thighs, your arms, titties, everything.

Also really weak for lingerie. Wearing something sexy and lacy, maybe has his name on the waist band and he’ll fold for you. He’s really, really fond of the bras that let him have access to your nipples. He’ll squeeze your breasts as he bends your legs upwards, then press chest to chest with you to feel your heartbeat as your soft breasts bounce against him. He’s weak.

Maybe it’s just the vibe I get, but he somehow manages to make you feel really at peace with yourself, and if you aren’t, then he’s always there to let you vent and reassure you that he loves you and PREFERS YOU the way you are! Nothing about you needs to change or be bigger. He prefers your body the way you are now, and by the way he’s always staring? You’ve never a reason to doubt him.

Bonus Kate the Chaser!

She’s no better than a man with the way she stares at your tits. She’s pretty muscular and I write her as really tall now, so she LOVES how your titties fit in her hands. There are moments she will squeeze with her hands and then press her face into them, not caring if she suffocates. Kate stares so boldly. And then when she’s eating you out, her tongue buried deep in your pussy, all she can focus on is how beautiful you look. Your chest is rising and falling and your nipples are hard, and when you’re on your back she can see the little shivers. If you’re riding her face, she’s melting at the curve of your breasts, the gentle slopes that make them, and making little grabby hands to reach and play with them. When is she not playing with your breasts? Kate sometimes wears lipstick (a rarity) and covers your breasts in her kisses just to reaffirm to you how beautiful you are and how much she loves this part of your body. Make no mistake, she’s still lining your body with hickies and bite marks, but your neck, collar and titties especially. She can probably cum from just seeing you.

[sleepyboywrites]

Nsfw Pasta Headcannons

My sincerest apologies I stumbled upon a few posts and couldn't stop thinking about it... Nsfw warning..

• Eyeless Jack

• 100% a top

• The only way you're topping him is when you ride him, which even then no you're not.

• Animalistic. Growls, grunts, and huffs. Tends to cage you beneath him like his prey as he plows you.

• Needy like an Alpha in Rut. I'm talking he'll grip on to you as he desperately ruts into you and because lust is a form of hunger for flesh the demonic man needs more than one round each session.

• Soft dom for sure and a service top who ideally wants a service bottom

• Think "Shh, little one, you're doing so good for me, you can handle a couple more rounds for me, hmm? Let me make you feel good a few more times, can't you?"

• Breeding kink, he doesn't care if he can't actually get you pregnant, if you don't have the "equipment" to do so, or if it'd make you uncomfortable to be, he doesn't have to make you pregnant in actuality, if you can't or don't want to he won't but he just loves to try. Just the thought of of pumping you so full of him and seeing you so full of him turns him on.

• Super into marking. Biting, hickies, claw marks, you name it. He likes leaving proof that you're his behind.

• He's practically blind so all of his other senses are heightened, he is legitimately so good at hitting all the right spots.

• Long tongue, monster cock, enough said.

• Likes cockwarming, specifically after the a session, you're just so warm and welcoming and full, why'd he want to pull out?

• If he wasn't such a clean freak, he'd probably be into butt plugs/keeping his cum inside you. But since I feel like he tries to keep personal spaces/property clean he wouldn't.

• Really good at aftercare, we're talking bubble bath, water, snacks, cuddles the works.

• Ben drowned

• Switch

• Loves to 'play' with you and have you 'play' with him

• Would 100% want to mess around while video gaming and the two of you probably have in whatever way you could ever think of.

• Also likes cockwarming but in a more traditional way of he just likes having you on his cock feeling your walls around him without doing anything other than being inside you or vice versa.

• Wants to fuck you or be fucked by you in full cosplay.

• He's a thigh guy. He likes thighs. He likes to sit with his head between your thighs and give you head.

• He also likes overstimulation so he likes to sit with his head squeezed between your thighs giving you head until you're crying and trembling and can't give him any more. Also enjoys should you do the same.

• So needless to say also a multiple rounds type of guy.

• Bro is almost always horny I swear to God. Like he'll watch you through your phone as you take a shower relieving himself as he does so and fucking you right after you get out. His Libido is insane.

• A wee bit of a somnophilliac. But think a 'yes' or 'no' pillow situation where if you ever fell asleep on the yes side you'd wake up cock drunk or vice versa.

• Also a dacryphilliac in the sense where he loves seeing you cry from pleasure overload.

• Has a mild degradation kink and likes it best when paired with praise. Think, "That a good slut, don't let a drop go to waste okay?"

• He's into hypnosis and mind control, something about being all foggy brained as he gets his guts rearranged/the glossy far away look in your eyes as he fucks you until you're dick drunk makes him hard as hell. He likes controlling you and being controlled by you.

• His idea of aftercare is falling asleep in your arms or with you in his arms waking up a few hours later to wash off the now cold and uncomfortable sticky situation putting on each other's shirts and waking up in the morning to have sex again, then water/breakfast if he's feeling sweet.

• Laughing Jack

• Probably hot take I think he wouldn't... I think he's ace and sex repulsed.

• I think because he was once a guardian angel for a child he just thinks it's really not for him and he's okay with that.

• But if his beloved asked for some 'help' in one way or shape or another he'd help them. Or if you asked him to 'play' with you. He would.

• He'd also watch you if you wanted him to and be really good with aftercare.

• Jeff the Killer

• "100"% Top, you'd be punished if you tried to top him and failed but if you tried and succeeded he'd bottom for you and probably enjoy it enough to let you top him again.

• Sadist

• Hard dom

• Brat tamer

• Somnophilliac and dacryphilliac, he likes it best when they go hand in hand

• Has a knife kink and likes knife play

• Needy and has a degradation kink. Think projecting insults and such. Like "Such a needy little cock slut, look at you, your body sucks me in so greedily, you really need to be dicked down so badly, huh slut?"

• Loves objectification and dumbification. Loves how your his cock sleeve, cum dumpster, and fuck toy.

• Would ideally have a brat as a partner and would ideally get to punish them every night.

• Likes tying you up and blindfolding you.

• Also likes edging a lot, in fact most nights is an edging session in itself. He loves to see how close he can get the both of you to climax without ever letting you or himself cum.

• Into orgasm denial as well. Like if you cum before you were given permission, he'll make sure you can't cum for the rest of the night while he cums plenty.

• Glory holes turn him on, he likes the thought of fucking you through one.

• Into breath play and choking, both giving and receiving

• He'll deadass just say "That was fun" or "Thanks baby!" or something along those lines, pull you to his chest while groping your ass as "aftercare"

• Homicidal Liu

• Soft dom/service top

• his nurturing nature extends to the bedroom. He has rules for you in the bedroom and out that if you follow will lead to rewards and if you don't lead to punishment.

• unless you misbehave then he'll have no choice but to punish you because brats don't get to cum or have 'playtime' at all, they get to watch 'sir' cum without them.

•orgasm denial/overstimulation

• On the other hand if you're good you get to cum until you physically can't anymore. Congratulations.

• Has a worship kink wants to worship you and be worshipped in return. He will lap you up like you're the nectar of the gods, savoring in your sweet, decadent noises until you melt in his mouth. Caressing you as he buried himself in your heat and feeling oh so powerful as you look at him lovingly as he pounds you taking pride in the fact he's the only one who's making you cum.

• Has a praise kink and will praise you non stop.

• Has a thing for thigh highs/garters/collars/ears and a tail

• Also has a thing for you wearing his clothes.

• Into dumbification in the sweet way. Think "Ah ah honey, thinking is my job. You're just my sweet little thing, let me take care of everything."

• He adores "easy access" anything

• into dacryphillia in the sense he likes making you cry from pleasure.

• The king of after care just like with EJ there will be bathing, water, snacks, praise, cuddles the works.

• Ticci Toby

• He's a switch in the term that he'd let you ride him while he was tied up, blindfolded, and unable to move or touch you and let you milk him dry. But you're not pegging/fucking him.

• Into roleplay scenarios.

• Likes seeing you half dressed, loves seeing you half dressed moaning beneath him or bouncing on his cock.

• Huge Pervert, you can't do anything without him getting bricked af.

• Likes strip teases/lap dances

• He adores "easy access" anything

• Loves marking and overstimulation. Also orgasm control. Basically anything that marks you as his or proves he's in charge of pleasuring you and only he truly satisfied you.

• I'll be so fr with you he also loves being covered in hickies by you.

• Also loves to tie you up. You're like a present for him and only him.

• He's down to try almost anything at least once.

• into dacryphillia in the sense he likes making you cry from too much intense pleasure.

• Has a thing for enthusiastic consent. It legitimately is something he cannot proceed without and it turns him on to know you want him that badly.

• Has a voice kink and a praise kink.

• He loves getting you dick drunk and likes it better when your hips grind needily against his after you're all orgasmed out but so foggy that you want more nonetheless as you warm his cock.

• He's surprisingly good at aftercare, he'll wash you up, bring you some water, tell you how happy and proud he is, and cuddle you.

• Brian/Hoodie

• 100% Top

• He has a Daddy Kink and likes dd/l

• He gets hard picking out your outfits and dressing you as well as bathing you.

• He's a soft Dom but he's rough in bed if the two of you had a dry spell he'll fuck you as desperately as EJ does.

• Otherwise however normally he treats you like you're made of glass as he fucks you.

• Has a kink/fetish for infantilization/dumbification. "Baby, sweetheart , doll face you can't take care of yourself. You're too little, so just stay with daddy, let daddy take care of you, make you feel good, hm?"

• Also has a breeding kink, he wants you to be filled with his seed each time the two of you fuck.

• He doesn't take kindly to teasing, if you tease him he'll edge and overstimulate you until you physically cannot cum anymore. Aka BIG on orgasm control

• He loves to leave hickies and bite marks all over you.

• He's also a somnophilliac, he likes making you squirm and whimper as you wake up on his cock.

• He has a corruption kink. He likes doing lewd things to his innocent looking partner/little.

• That leads us to dacryphillia he likes making you cry from intense pleasures he caused you as you tremble and cling to him

• He's very good, an expert even, at aftercare he does everything right so you are taken care of with both physical and mental needs.

• Tim/Masky

• 100% Top

• I feel like he likes to be called master or sir

• He has a thing for praising you

•A voice kink for hearing your pretty noises

• He loves manhandling you and likes to pin you down beneath him.

•Likes pulling hair/guiding your head via your hair.

• Gets hard as a rock when you wear his clothes he doesn't care what for

• He's into dumbification and getting you so drunk on pleasure that you forget your own name.

• Something about if you wear the hat you ride the cowboy and your cowboy has very good control so you're going to be there for a while until he's had his full which is when he'll actually start trying.

• He's into edging and overstimulation hand in hand meaning edging the two of you to each orgasm and then going until neither of you can cum anymore.

• This man loves marking you.

• He'll cover every inch he can with hickies and bite marks.

• In fact, the main reason you're sore is not only because he rocked your shit but you are covered in hickies and bite marks, everywhere, too much to even attempt to cover.

• He's an expert on aftercare and your aftercare is specifically catered to your needs as a partner and person as well as your physical needs: water, food if hungry, bathing.

[sister-lucifer]

T4T Toby x reader with Tim watching 🖤

so in this one both toby and reader are tim’s subs, but he’s not there to start out

tim has left to go run errands for a while. toby and reader are both very rowdy boys, and wind up getting into a play fight that turns a bit too aggressive, and soon that aggressiveness melts into arousal as they both rut against each other in the struggle. suddenly toby is straddling reader, roughly grinding his tcock against theirs.

and wouldn’t you know it, tim gets home just in time to see the scene unfold.

“oh, are my boys fighting?” he drawls, dropping his bag and casually sitting in his chair.

“now, don’t stop because of me. i wanna see who wins.”

[if you wanna see more ideas like this you can find the list here]

[gothghostiie]

TIME TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY ANGSTY SMUTTY IDEA

So in the context of Marble Hornets, we know that Tim is kind of fighting off the Masky headspace. We don’t know what exactly causes it but we know it’s not something he can control nor does he like it, as he doesn’t remember anything about what he does as Masky. He’s lost entire weeks to him.

Hoodie we know significantly less about behavior-wise, but it’s implied that the man he used to be (Brian Thomas) has been completely lost and Hoodie is the dominant headspace. We also know that Hoodie sometimes deliberately acts to ‘bring out’ Masky in Tim.

Where am I going with this? Well, I think that being chained in that basement and used routinely by the two of them while they refuse to speak is a state that can’t last forever. I think maybe if and when Tim finally takes back control, he leaves the mask behind and comes down to the basement when he hears sobbing, only to find poor you curled in a ball naked and filthy. And when you notice him and desperately keep your legs shut and beg him not to hurt you, Tim realizes what he’s done when Masky was in control.

OH MY GODDDDD

this is so???

Tim is so horrified, hugging you close and trying to get the shackles off of you, whispering panicked apologies while shaking his head violently, but you dont understand:( you just see the yellow jacket and the dark hair and panic sets in, with or without the mask. the voice sends shivers down your spine despite how gentle he seems to be now..

[creepypasta-fan-page]

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Ask rules:

Ask/ Request Rules here.

[nocturneeros]

Proxies x Nonbinary Reader (Word Count: 3.7k)

CNC | Self-indulgent horny nonsense. The kidnapping scene is set-up, yes. Content warning for descriptions of dissociative feelings though, so beware of that.

You had just wanted a breath of fresh air. That’s what you told yourself as you left the hotel you had been staying at for the weekend. Just a little time to take in what you could before finally heading home.

This break away from your place of residence was taken to get some time to yourself. It was so busy, so full of people… You wanted the more suitable experience of not having anything to distract you from your activities of choice. A room where nobody would come knocking every half an hour.

Maybe that was an exaggeration. But it was certainly what it felt like.

It was safe to say that it went well. You adored the time to yourself. The ability to do whatever you wanted.

You loved the people you lived with, of course. It wasn’t like you hated them. It all just got to be a bit much over time. The overstimulation was a struggle to deal with. And exactly why this break was a requirement for your peace of mind. You had to maintain your sanity somehow . It would keep you from lashing out at your loved ones.

Your legs were carrying you somewhere your mind wasn’t paying attention to. You were lost in your own thoughts, drifting somewhere between aware and out of it, your subconscious actions dragging you to a location you had never been in before. Truthfully, the entire way there, you hadn’t felt fully in control of yourself, or like you were one with your body. Not until you were there , and with the need to look at what it was that you were doing. Where you had ended up.

The place you wandered off into was terribly dark at this time of night. Abandoned buildings, no sign of life filling the streets — it was as though even the street lights were too intimidated to show that they worked, for fear of backlash from whatever malevolent energy had claimed this space as its own.

You felt as though you were trespassing. Every warning signal your body could give you was firing off in terror, desperately telling you that you were somewhere you shouldn’t be.

And some part of you liked it.

You couldn’t deny that, no matter how much you tried to do so.

Your body had pulled you here for a reason. Even now, your feet were carrying you farther and farther into this desolate area. You were terrified, and yet that feeling was addictive. Heart racing, hands shaking… Your mind felt numb again, alive with a buzz you could never truly put a name to.

The same buzz you felt whenever you put yourself in these situations.

The same buzz lighting up before you found your new home.

It flooded the space between your legs with warmth.

With a sharp inhale, you figured this was far enough. You were testing your luck too much. You should head back to the hotel and sleep. Whatever you were trying to accomplish was done. It was best not to tempt fate too much.

Though it would appear as though you had already done that.

Continue reading on AO3.

[goggledboi]

Heya, you ever miss those old creepypasta slendermansion vibes? Me too, thus why I made this ask blog!

I'm a Tobias/Toby fictkin and I thought it'd be fun to make a ask rp blog of him.

I will do my best to be in my version of the character. (Which isn't too different from how people majority portray him)

Rules and extra information under the cut.

Check frequently, I may change these randomly.

Also check bottom of post for annon claims so theirs no confusion, thank you!

Rules:

No NSFW/NSFT. I'm uncomfortable with it

No shipping involving Toby (Same reason as above)

Be kind, I don't accept hate

Remember this is my version of the character, not 100% the original cannon character

You are also allowed to ask questions in character from these fandoms: Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, and EveryManHybrid

You're allowed occasionally to ask questions to mod/out of character

Toby:

While he's still 80% the original version, I did change minor personality things. In this he's going to be 19 (because I'm 19). He still has his disorders (except Bipolar, I'm swapping that with Borderline personality disorder since I suffer from that as well as ADHD and can portray how I handle them) , I might portray him as paranoid depending on asks. I will have the slendermansion be mentioned, if you don't like it DNI I'll block and ignore hate. He is a proxy of slenderman, but in this AU Hoodie(Hoody) and Masky aren't in the mansion, but know Toby and he knows them. I changed my mind and just decided they don't live in the mansion but live in a abandoned cabin close to the mansion.

Ben (In this version he's 18), Jeff, Slenderman, Sally, ext... Are in the mansion though. You can ask about any of them, but it will be Toby answering about them, not the other characters.

⚠There is times where I may mention bullying, blood, violence, mental illness, and other things typical to the cannon violence of the fandom. Just a warning for all of that, read at your own risk. ⚠

Asks will be responded like this:

No, I actually don't love waffles. I am a fan of them though! They just aren't my favorite.

Oh and try to read tags, sometimes I put funny things or lil blurbs. Well, that's a I can think of right now. I may add to this if needed, but for now have fun! -🌲🦊

Can't wait to talk to you!

(Annon claims/ones that have been used so far:

-Jack👁

-💜anon/💜annon

– 👁👓

- ✖️🔥)

[bloodblanks]

creepypasta pet name headcanons

eyeless jack: love, darling, sweetheart, lamb chop, apple of my eye hoodie: angel, babygirl, gorgeous, beautiful masky: princess, sunshine, darling, sweetheart ticci toby: little mouse, little lamb, pumpkin, marshmallow, duckling, buttercup jeff the killer: doll, dollface, babe, babydoll, bunny ben drowned: baby, sexy, cutie, cutiepie, kitten, bae slenderman: darling, dear, love, beloved, dove, precious, honey, my one and only

[horrors-at-night]

Man i could and want to say good ol' Slendy, but for some reason I want Masky in there instead

"Um," Briar started. "I... I can explain."

Masky said nothing, tilting his head to the side. It was a hard thing to explain, how a Horror got caught in a trap like this, her arms tied over her head by a rope. It was probably meant to catch the feet of some animal, but Briar had never been a lucky woman.

"I wasn't looking where I was going - when I set the trap off, I must've done something wrong - I mean, set off the trap wrong. I don't think it was meant for one of us. It wasn't meant for one of us, right? Because there's no way you could've known-"

He held up a hand, silencing her skittish ramblings. Briar swallowed, looking into the dark eyeholes of the mask.

When he said nothing, she tried again.

"You're going to let me go, right?"

He laughed. "Instead of letting you stay there and rot? I'm not a cruel person."

"But are you going to take me back to the manor?" Briar asked.

A pause. "Should I? Have you done something we need to be aware of?"

Briar shook her head. "N-No! I don't - I don't think so! It's just - I always thought that - if you guys caught me again, you'd-"

She hadn't even realized he'd gotten so close, but a calloused, scarred finger placed itself against her lips.

"You talk too much," Masky said. "Are you afraid?"

Was she? No. But she didn't dare try to communicate that with him, in this situation, where he was close enough she could feel the warmth of his body through her thin summer clothes. Briar swallowed.

As if sensing her thoughts, the finger rubbed against her lips. The tip traced over the curve of them, the corners of her smile. Briar closed her eyes, parting her lips in anticipation, hoping, hoping...

His finger slipped through, past her teeth, brushing against her tongue. Sweat and dirt and river water - she suckled his finger, the heat burning in her cheeks. Please, she thought.

He trembled against her, his other fingers curling around her chin. He hesitated, she felt it, like the string of an arrow just before the shot is taken-

"Fuck!"

Her eyes snapped open in time to see the man rip his mask off. The finger pulled from her mouth, the mask tossed to the side, and their lips pressed together. He kissed her deeply, and that nicotine scent washed over her. Her knees shook. A scarred hand grasped her breast, the other gripping her hip as if to hold her still as he devoured her, the predator with his prey.

She enjoyed being the prey.

He pulled away, snarling, and she glimpsed his handsome, scarred face before his mouth and teeth met her neck. Briar moaned, arching into him. It was hard to stay balanced on her feet but she raised a foot off the ground and rubbed his inner thigh with her own. He rutted against her, and his teeth sunk in. Briar cried out, shivering.

"Please!"

"Fuck," he said into her skin. "I've needed this."

Something tore, it took her a moment to realize it was her shirt. She only had a moment to think about how annoying that would be to fix, before a hot mouth clamped onto her breast. Her whole body shuddered. When had he lifted up her bra? The last time she'd been attacked like this, Eyeless Jack had been in heat. Did proxies have heat? (If they did, would they let her help Masky with it?)

"Masky-" She whispered. A squeal cut her off, Briar arching onto her toes as his tongue met her nipple, his teeth sinking in around it, just enough pressure to send shockwaves through her body. He didn't answer, one hand sliding down her stomach, over her belly button. It wasn't hard to tell where that was going.

"D-Don't tear my pants-"

His fingers slid under the waistband of her shorts. Briar's held fell back, eyes wide and staring at the tree branches over them as his fingers met the hairless skin of her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" She shrieked as his fingers found her clit. When had she gotten so wet? She was so slick, he didn't have any trouble rubbing her off.

Briar's words, and mouth, failed her. Now all she could do was moan. Her hips rocked up into his hand, grinding herself against him, until her mind began to white out at the edges. She couldn't hold on to any thoughts, any but one: please let me cum, don't be like my guys and deny me for fun, please let me cum, please please please let me cum-

Her scream echoed off the trees, her body jerking back as the pleasure burst through her. Briar went limp, her legs giving up as her cunt and clit twitched hard in Masky's hand. She leaned against him and he let her, and she hoped that growling noise coming from his chest was a good thing. Fuck, he just did that with his fingers...

Still reeling from her release, she missed the way Masky grasped the rope over her head, and yanked. But she did not miss the unmistakable crack of breaking wood. Briar jerked away from the sound on instinct, pressing into his chest as the branch tumbled to the ground. Orgasm forgotten, she opened her eyes and looked up at him in time to see his scarred face smile.

Masky pushed her down. Briar hit the ground with a grunt, her somewhat free hands landing on her chest. Her pants were down by her knees, when had that happened? Had he seriously done so much to her while she wasn't paying attention? That wasn't good, that wouldn't help her survive.

He moved to unzip his pants. Briar froze. She watched, wide eyed, as he pulled his hard cock free from his jeans. Of course, he was hard, and he was the thickest guy she'd ever seen. Oh god, he had a knot, too, didn't he? She looked up to his face, and he grinned at her.

Without a word, he crawled on top of her, his jacket brushing against her bare skin. Briar didn't let herself tense, even as he gently lifted her bound hands over her head and pinned them there. She closed her eyes, letting him spread her legs, revealing her weeping slit. His hand ran over her bare inner thigh. The tip of his cock brushed against her pussy lip, and she whimpered. He was guiding himself towards her hole, dragging his length between her lips, pressing against her hole-

He slammed into her, burying into her right to the hilt. His moan drowned out her own.

"Oh, god," he said again, "I've needed this."

Their lips met again with the first thrust. Masky didn't hold back, not the way he had before. His free hand moved to grip her hip and hold her still. A slight adjustment, and pleasure sparked through her again, hard enough to make her yelp. He laughed. She groaned, half in pleasure, half in protest. She was still so sensitive after that last orgasm, how would she handle another one?

But he wanted to make her cum, and cum she did. His fingers found every weak spot on her body, every spot that made her gasp and whimper like a bitch in heat. He kept pushing her limits, even as her thighs trembled hard from it all.

"Please - how are you still going?" She begged at last.

"You don't know how much I've wanted this," he said, and kissed her again. His tongue ran over her lips before diving into her mouth. He was enjoying this. She was too, even if this was all so much for their second time together.

Briar paid attention as his breaths grew harder. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes against the pleasure, as if willing himself to keep going, to last just a little longer. But even if he could keep going, she wasn't so sure about herself.

"It... It's alright," she said. "You... you can come in me again, if you want."

He moaned. "Don't you say that shit - god - I just want to-" His mouth fell open, a louder, deeper groan leaving him. His cock shuddered in her, and though she couldn't feel his seed inside her, she had no doubt it was there. Briar wondered if it was a good thing, or a bad thing, that she was infertile. What would the child of a Horror and a Proxy be like?

It took Masky a few moments to catch his breath, to pull out of her. She had a feeling he held off on doing so for as long as he could. Briar looked up at him and smiled, genuine but tired. He snorted, and looked away. Something crossed his face - regret? Guilt? No way to tell if he didn't say it, but it made her heart sink with sorrow.

"Sorry about your shirt," he mumbled. His hands shook as he moved for her bindings. Briar didn't move, swallowing as he untied her the ropes.

"It's fine. Nothing I can't fix."

Tucked back into his pants, Masky stood up, his back turned to her. Briar sat up, crossing her legs. She glanced down at herself. Shit, she couldn't even see any of his seed coming out, he came that deep. But he still didn't knot her? How was that possible?

He was walking away from her now. She called out to him.

"Masky," she said. He looked over his shoulder. His mask hid his face again. Briar smiled at him.

"That was nice... maybe we can do it on purpose some other time?"

She couldn't see his face, but his shoulders relaxed.

"Yeah," he said. "Sure. Anytime."

Before she could think of a time to name, if he wanted that, he walked away, disappearing into the trees. Briar leaned back on her hands and sighed. Her eyes closed... and snapped open.

"Shit." They would smell Masky all over her. How was she supposed to explain this?

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Kinktober Day 6: Gas Station Bathrooms [Masky X GN!Reader]

Warnings: Glory hole, oral sex, cum, MINORS DNI

AN: my shift today was so cursed that I had to touch grass to feel human

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You look with wide eyes at the thick cock that slides through the hole from where you kneel. It almost makes heat rise to your cheeks, just how big he is and that he's uncut. You can make out a pearl of precum that's already rolled up on his tip and you start to drool. You can smell the faintest tinge of cigarette smoke and some cheap cologne, like he's been attempting to mask it.

"Don't make me wait any fuckin' longer," his low voice with just the barest hint of a southern accent commands you.

Your eyes glitter with mischief. "Of course not," you slyly reply. Your hands reach forward and you adjust yourself where you kneel ever so slightly. Your hands wrap around him, slowly at first, and then you grasp him. You groan softly at just how warm he is and wonder what he would feel like, thick, uncut and stuffed inside of you. You let the thought cloud in your head to fuel your movements and slowly stroke him.

You smile when you feel him buck his hips a bit and see the brown curls that poke into the hole from the gas station bathroom's stall. He's got slightly tanned skin around his arms, you can see from his wrist that barely adjusts himself so he can jam in further, but the rest of him is a little pale. He must be a traveler seeking some kind of physical relief.

Why don't you give it to him?

Your fingers expertly map out his veins as if you can read him without even needing to feel him. Your nails gently scrape along his underside with feather like touches just to toy with hum further. You hum softly as you do so in amusement and squeeze his thick cock. You want to compliment him as you do so. You grin in satisfaction when you hear another low groan emanate from his lips. You squeeze him again and start to stroke him even faster, fingers curled tightly around him as you play with his big cock.

You take special satisfaction in how his foreskin is pulled back with some of the 'harsher' tugs and watch as his tip glistens with more precum.

"Fuck," he hisses in pleasure.

You hear a small thud. He's resting his face in his forearm against the bathroom stall's wall in order to steady himself as he ruts his hips lightly. You can hear him breathing heavily, and if you imagined hard enough, you could feel his chest heaving and pressing against yours.

You can't take it, and you decide to pop him in your mouth. You expertly slide your tongue over the underside of his cock and lick him, top to bottom. You repeat again and again, drool falling from the corner of your mouth as you savor him before finally working up the courage to take him whole.

A small gasp escapes your lips as he pushes at your smirking lips and pops himself into your mouth. You giggle and then moan, feeling warmth spread all throughout your body as you open up a little wider in order to accommodate him. You can taste slight salt, and just a little sweetness. Someone must like cranberry juice, you deduct.

You resist the urge to tend to your own budding desires and focus on him and his delicious moans. You swallow thickly and he slides down your throat. Gods, he's thick. You can hardly breathe as he pumps into your mouth and makes you take him. He's delicious and you can't get enough of him. You close your eyes in pleasure and continue to suck him as your warm, pink muscle slides over him and creates a tantalizing sensation.

Once you've finally figured out a proper rhythm with him, you bob your hear faster and try to get him to spill in your mouth. You moan and use your soft hands to grip his base, rubbing him in complete synchronization with your head bobbing. Your tongue swirls his tip every time you come upwards and your teeth touch his underside like a ghost. You can feel he's close.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-!" The stranger groans, his eyes squeezes shut as he lurches his hips forwards. He hears you gag and he finishes. Hot, thick white ropes of cum shoot down your throat and fill you. He's creamy, still just a little sweet but salty.

You aren't unused to the taste and revel in it as he continues to barely rut down your throat and make you drain him for everything he's got. When you finally pull away to take in your first real breath of air, you're delighted at his semi-hard cock. Your lips press a kiss to the tip and he twitches, making you giggle. It's your signature, after all.

The man on the other side pants, his chest rising and falling dramatically in deep, labored movements. The two of you pause for a moment and consider what to actually say to one another before he speaks.

He clears his throat. "I still got some time left," he trails off. "What else do you have to offer?" He asks it almost awkwardly, like he's worried you'll reject him.

Instead, you smile and slowly reposition yourself in the stall. "I can give you a tighter squeeze," you tease. "Costs a little more though," you hum, "with the tip included."

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Returning to the Creepypasta fuckery: Going from The Horny Angsty Idea, Tim of course frees you from the basement as soon as he manages to calm you down. Hoodie is nowhere to be seen as he helps you up the stairs and brings you some clothes. He drives you as close to home as he can (you’re understandably not keen on telling him where you live) and tells you it’s probably best to either move or invest in some serious home security. Maybe he even leaves you with one of his guns for safekeeping.

After he leaves you naturally try to forget any of that ever happened and get some cameras in your house. You don’t sleep well anymore, especially since you woke up horny in the middle of the night and for some reason, the thought of Hoodie and Masky fucking you to pieces in that basement brought you to a mind-melting orgasm that left you sobbing on your dildo. And after that… I can’t decide which is more angsty- having Hoodie be the one to drag you back, or Masky.

cw: stockholm syndrome, dubcon

okok hear me out: poor little you coming back to the boys yourself, unable to cum to anything but the thought of them fucking you silly :(( they way their rough hands held you down, the way they'd fuck their cum into your sweet hole over and over again leaves you needy, yearning for more:(

so you come back to the forrest, wandering around in hopes one will find you..♡

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Requests(OPEN)

My requests are open, go crazy, I can say no tho no nsft tho, I’ll draw mmm sexy but to tumblrs guidelines i draw gore

ill draw wholesome

i wont sexualize  sally tho, thats a kid you creep  Uh yeah, pretty much, go crazy go stupid specify if you have hcs for a character tho

ill draw mostly creepypastas, maybe marble hornets(havent watched it or got into lore but whateva) I drew masky for a friend bc funny 2 me

I DO OCS

i will draw alot of random things, give me shit posts idc

my doodles will range from chibi to semi realistic, no full drawings tho im lazy af

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Kinktober Day 22: Sitting Pretty for Him [Masky X GN!Reader]

Warnings: Cockwarming MINORS DNI

AN: Sorry this is late lmao I saw Smile 2 last night

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You shift slightly on his lap and attempt to keep yourself still as your leader messes around on his phone. The Operator was so kind of him to let your group have phones for the time being, it was 'mission appropriate', and now, all he can do is enamor himself with it.

"Masky," you whine as you eagerly shift your hips to get more comfortable, knowing the slightest of movements will bring you and him pleasure.

He tuts at you and shakes his head, a firm, large hand on your waist reminding you to mind your manners and stay still for him. "Stop it," he gently commands you as he finally connects with normal society if even from a small little screen. "You keep begging and asking knowing damn well my answer is always going to be no."

His cock twitches inside of you, so it's not like he isn't interested, it's just that he has greater restraint than you do. His thumb, slightly calloused, rubs little circles all over your waist as you squeeze at him helplessly.

You sigh and rest your back against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, slow and methodical, always cool under pressure, but this time, he has a certain yearning and longing held within like he wants to crack. "A little won't hurt," you attempt to reason as you wiggle your hips on him. Deep inside, you can feel his veins, his thick cock filling you up to the brim and brings you a certain joy knowing he'll eventually cave and see his job through. He wants to play with you, wants to claim you as his even if he can't officially say so.

"Masky," you whine again.

"Shut up," he laughs, his voice calm and collected as he stills you with his grip alone. "Just gotta shut up and sit pretty for me."