#creepypasta smut fic

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Turbulent

A ticci toby x male y/n smut fic

Toby is a maniac in malls. You are more than happy to teach him how to behave himself, to make him a mess.

Tags: dry humping, sex in public, in a car, light choking, uhhh this one's fairly vanilla

Enjoy~

Mall trips were anything but easy with toby.

He always got distracted by all the little trinket stalls selling bootlegs and always wanted to check out the newer stores. You practically had to put him on a leash, holding his hand tightly as you walked down the icey halls.

“Cmon (y/n), ill be-e quick,” he begged, staring at you with his brown puppy dog eyes.

“Toby, you dont need to check hot topic, you know we are on a budget,” you sighed, dragging him along.

“F-fuck you,” he muttered, begrudgingly being pulled along by your hand. “Im so hung-gry, can we get food?”

You smiled slightly, worn down by his millionth request of the hour. “Yeah, cmon, ill get us something,”

He perked up at this, walking quicker to meet your pace. “Can we g-get chinese?”

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Toby sat down across from you, the styrofoam box he was carrying in his hands making that horrible noise that drives everyone crazy. You opened your box, a small order of sesame chicken and rice, up and noticed toby scarfing down his lo mein like he had never eaten before.

“Chill dude, its not running from you,” you laughed.

“Does it-t look like i give a fuck? No, i-i dont.” He said between bites.

This little fucker… needs to be put in his place.

“Youve been such a little shit today you know,” you calmly said, raising your foot to rub against his leg. He froze for a second, processing your actions. “Do you know that, pup?”

That word was enough to turn the wheel in his brain. He perked up, like he was waiting for that all along.

“Yea-ah baby, i do,” he giggled, still destroying his noodles.

“You think you can get away with that?” You calmly said, slowly sliding your shoe up his leg, watching his pale skin flush.

“Yeah,” he replied, watching you carefully for your next move.

You quickly shifted your foot's position to his inner thigh, causing him to flush and put his head down.

“Toby, look at me,”

He peeked his eyes up, staring at you as you pushed your foot closer and closer to his dick. He put his head down again, burying himself in his arms.

“Im not gonna ask again toby. Look at me. Now.” You ordered, and he quickly obliged, sitting fully at attention. You removed your foot completely, watching the confusion rise in his face.

“Just wanted to see you,” you smiled sweetly, going back to your food as he stared.

“Babe..” he whined, pulling his hoodie more over himself.

You looked up from your food, making a noise of acknowledgment before going back to casually eating your food. He wiggled as he stared at his lap, making small noises of desperation.

“B-babe please,” he whispered, embarrassment setting in.

“What, your such a whiny whore you cant take it?” You calmly replied, watching the desperate mess in front of you melt into himself. “Dont make a scene puppy,”

“C-can we go to your car, p-please,” he muttered, staring at the floor.

You laughed, shocked at his all out desperation. Sure, you hadnt fucked in a minute, but was he this horny over a touch?

“Yeah, just let me finish this,”

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The backseat doors slammed, with toby climbing on top of you almost instantly. He met your lips, kissing you so rough that the patch covering the hole in his mouth slipped a bit. He moaned into the kiss, completely absorbed in your lips. You bit his lip, quickly gaining access to his mouth as he pathetically moaned. You ran your fingers down his back, cupping his ass. Toby whimpered as you broke the kiss.

“What-t-ts wrong?” He whispered.

You looked down at his pants where a hard bulge was forming, pressing at your own crotch. He blushed, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Sh-shut up,” he whimpered, slightly bucking himself into you. “Cant you just..”

You snickered. “What baby? Use your words,”

He nuzzled deep into your neck, peppering kisses across your skin. “Help m-m-me,” he finally choked out.

“Mmmm, why should i? We are in public you know, are you such a whore you cant wait til we get home?” You lightly traced your fingers down his shirt, agonizingly slowly just to torture him.

He grumbled into you, expecting to be touched like he wanted so agonizingly bad, but he instead had you pull his hair, yanking him to meet your eyes.

“Bab-by,” he moaned, face in a dumb, desperate blush.

“Your gonna have to convince me, i personally like seeing you like this. Beg like the mutt you are, and I'll consider it.” You demanded, feeling that familiar warm feeling in your gut.

You watched him scramble for words, too horny to make a logical argument. “Please (y/n) p-please ill-l be so fuc-cking good, j-just please get m-m-me off, please,”

You laughed, letting his hair go slightly. You slowly trailed your hand to his spread legs, hovering over his dick. He bucked into your hand, but you pulled away, tightening your grip on his hair again.

“Nuh uh, we are doing this on my terms. Do you hear me? MY. TERMS. Repeat it, say ‘we are doing this on masters terms because i was a little shit,’ say it.” You cooed, watching his face flush.

“W-we are doin-ng this on mas-st-sters terms because im a little shit,” he whimpered, his arms twitching on your shoulders.

You smiled, resting your hand on his crotch and palming through his jeans in small circles. He collapsed into you, moaning into your shoulder.

“M-more,” he gasped, slightly rutting into your hand.

“Aww, your such a good mutt, aren't you?” You cooed, yanking his head back to look at you. “Look me in the eyes for this, say ‘im a good mutt’ toby, make me proud,”

“I-im a good mutt,” he drooled, melting into your hands like butter.

You laughed and pressed your hand into his crotch harder, watching him become a moaning mess as he stared at you.

“Pl-please,” he whined, no thoughts behind his eyes except for you and how you were touching him, feeling him, making him your bitch.

“Please what baby?” You smiled, removing your hand. He made a small moan of despair as you did so, trying to rut closer to you.

“F-fuck (y/n) just-t-t fucking do it again-n, please,”

You smiled, removing your hand from his hair and trailing it to his throat, squeezing lightly as he gasped.

“You want more baby?” You said, smooth as velvet. You watched him desperately nod, leaning back in your seat. “Hump my dick baby, go as fast as you want because you were so good. Hump it like the stupid mutt you are.” you let his neck go, grabbing his ass as he thrusted onto you with the vigor of a dog in heat.

The immediate sensation was rough, but you soon found yourself as much of a mess as he was, both your moans filling the car. He stared blankly into your eyes, so focused on hitting all the right spots he couldn't bother to avert his gaze

“Ye-yeah like tha- mmpfgh-” he huffed, proping his hands up on the seat behind you.

“Yeah? Your a good boy, aren't you?” You gasped, moving your hips into his, clearly hitting a good spot judging by his loud ‘FUCK’.

“Im a good b-boy, im a g-gaahh-” he gasped, sweat tricking down his forehead.

You felt the heat pooling, knowing you couldn't last much longer. The un air conditioned car felt like the sun, not helped by the friction in your pants.

“Toby you better- ah- better not cum without my permission,” you panted, adding your hand to his crotch as he moaned.

“Y-yes sir,” he muttered, so focused on controlling himself he couldnt think straight.

You gripped his jaw with your free hand, feeling your climax approaching.

“Your so fucking cute, yknow that rogers? Your so fucking breakable, i should see how long you can last,” you mocked, breathless.

“Nononono s-sir i ca- nnngh- cant d-do it,” he begged, head light.

“No? Beg for it, im not convinced,” you sped your hand up on both of your crotches as you gasped in unison.

“Plea-ase please ill be s-so fucking good, i-im so fucki-ing useless, im a-all yours, j-just ple-ease,” he whined, drool slipping out of his cheek patch.

You nodded, the speed shaking the car as you both released with a high pitched whine from toby. As the shaking stopped, he collapsed into you. You felt the wet warmth of both your cum touch as he gasped into your shoulder.

“I fuckin-ng hate you,” he gasped.

“Tell yourself that all you want baby,”

[forsakenmb]

The beds we make

Pairings - Tobias E. Rogers x Reader

Word Count - 5.2K

Warnings - stalker! Toby, non-con/dub-con, murder, mentions of death, violence, choking, implied-somnophilia, knife play, humiliation, bondage(?).

Darkness enshrouded every corner of your mind, like an endless void sucking you into its depths: as it did every night for the last six months. A constant and overwhelming sense that someone is watching your every move at all time, the itch in the back of your mind consuming you in your most vulnerable state.

Suddenly, a loud pounding rapped on the wood of your bedroom door, waking you from your restless sleep. Your heart stopped in your chest for a moment, another wave of anxiety rushing through your body, goosebumps rising on your skin.

Then, a familiar voice called out to you from the other side of it. “Are you still sleeping?” Tara said, knocking on the door again.

“I'm awake” you responded, your voice scratchy and uneven as you slowly disentangled yourself out of the blankets. Begrudgingly, you trudged to the door, unlocked, and flung it open to reveal Tara Allen, your roommate and close friend since your freshman year in college.

Tara is undeniably beautiful, her long dark hair and dark eyes matching the tan complexion of her skin perfectly. She's always been quite taller than you, her slender figure standing at the door looking at you as if you were from another dimension.

“You look like shit,” she laughs, examining the dark circles under your eyes, the restless look on your face.

“Haha” you laugh sarcastically, walking to your bed and plowing down onto the sheets, “Very funny” you said, shoving your face into the plush comforter that rested on top.

“We have to get going,” Tara said, tugging on your oversized sleep shirt. “Traffic is gonna be awful,” she groaned.

Looking up through your heavy eyes, you saw that the sun was just barely peeking over the eastern horizon, darkness still settled over the skies. “It's like 5:00 am,” you said.

“Exactly. It's like 13 hours away” She said, almost enamored. turning around and leaving the room.

Tara's parents had given her the keys to a small getaway cabin they owned so you two could have a ‘girls trip’ after midterms. With school and the constant feeling of being watched, getting away was what you needed. The cabin was located in the densely wooded mountains far from the city and covered in a thick layer of snow.

Flipping onto your back, you stared up at the ceiling, the room still covered in a sheen of blackness. Your anxiety was beginning to spike up again, washing over you like ice water. You sat up, looking out your window at the streets below, ‘No one can see you’ the words rang through your head like a church bell, the small peace rushing the ever-growing anxiety out of your mind for now. A groan left your lips when you stood up and made your way over to your dresser.

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“Wake up,” Tara said, one hand still on the steering wheel, the other reaching over and nudging your shoulder. “We're here”

A long yawn slipped from your lips, your brain slowly coming to consciousness. Looking out of the window, you noticed that the car had come to a complete stop in a parking lot.

The area surrounding it was densely forested. Pines, spruces, and hemlock trees covered the landscape, making it seem like you were hundreds of miles away from another living person. The different kinds arose above the ground, standing tall in thick columns.

A blanket of fluffy snow covered the ground and trees alike, more flurrying down from the clouds in a silent rain.

A little off to the side, you could see a pathway ascending through the trees and up the mountain, one that people used to hunt and trail along. The compact dirty frozen under the thick layer of frosty powder.

“It's a short hike from here” Tara said, slipping the key from the ignition and shoving it into the pocket of her coat.

Nodding in response, you zipped up your heavy jacket and tightened the laces on your shoes. The air was cold and frigid, like thousands of tiny needles puncturing your lungs as you stepped out of the vehicle.

“We're gonna have to drive to the nearest town for supplies” Tara explained, opening the backdoor and sliding her backpack out and onto her shoulders. “But we should be okay for tonight”

The weight of your bag was settled on one shoulder, the other hand carrying a small ice chest. The only sounds through the trek to the cabin was the ‘crunch, crunch, crunch’ of the snow beneath your feet, the rustling of branches in the harsh winds, along with the chatter of wildlife a whisper through the dense bushels of evergreen shrubs, winterberry, and hostas that littered the path, the gnarled underbrush covered in a pristine layer of sparkling white crystals snagging against the fabric of your sweatpants.

“Just up over this bend” she said, treading carefully over a patch of ice. The trail was becoming narrow, harder to see the longer you walked on. Approaching the bend, you saw a rustic cabin sitting on top of the hill, a small rickety porch sitting in the front, a large bay window next to the door. Dying vines had begun to reclaim parts of the exterior, crawling up the bricks of the fireplace only to die.

Snow began falling harder, blizzarding around you in millions of little clusters. The cold started nipping at your fingertips, turning them a bright red. “Let's get inside” you said, a shiver running down your spine.

The house looked uninhabited, an untouched layer of snow covering the porch. The screen screen door looked worn down, the mesh fabric peeling away from it and withering up. The wooden front door opened with a loud squeak of the hinges.

Inside of the cabin was almost completely barren, next to the door was a small dust ridden table. Walking down a short corridor to the living room, the only light coming from the windows lining the walls. At the end of the hall was a pair of double doors, leading out onto the snow doused back deck and into the yard, a winter wonderland.

The interior of the room only held a love-seat with a white sheet draped over the top of it and another end-table. Feeling along the wall for the lightswitch, nothing happened when you flicked it on.

Setting the ice chest down, you called out, “Powers out,” while walking further into the room.

“I probably have to reset the box,” Tara said, now walking into the living room. She walked to the fireplace next to which a silver box that hung on the wall, opening the box, she began flipping the circuit breakers. After a couple of silent moments, a low humming coursed through the small space as the light flickered on.

“The heat should kick in soon,” she explained, walking to a connected doorway. “Kitchen is in here” flicking on another light, revealing a small room. An electric countertop stove and a small mini fridge that sat underneath the counter on the wall opposite the threshold to the left was a countertop and a sink to the right, a small dining table.

“There's only one bed, but we can share it,” she said, walking back out into the hallway and to a closed room. Pushing the door open showed it was a bedroom.

A full-bed sat against the back wall, another white cloth decorated the mattress, a nightstand on each side, along with two massive windows and a dresser against the same wall. Two doors sat on the opposite sides of the room. “Closet and bathroom” was all she muttered before ripping the sheet off of the bed, throwing her bag down along with herself onto the mattress. The bed was adorned with pillows and a thick comforter.

Setting your bag down on the floor, you strolled back out of the room and to the backdoor. Stepping outside into the winter-woodlands, the sun was beginning to set, casting an orange and pink glow over the snow.

The wind was picking up, trees being jostled by the strong gusts hitting them. The chatter of animals was now gone, replaced by an eerie silence. Then, somewhere off in the distance, you heard the unmistakable ‘CRACK’ of a branch breaking underneath the weight of something, someone.

Your heart stopped, dropping somewhere in your stomach. ‘There's no one around for at least two miles’ the voice in your head refuted. Then, somewhere out of the corner of your eye, you saw a reflective orange glint, like eyes staring at you. Your body caught up with your mind, and you sprinted back into the house, slamming the door shut behind you.

Tara walked out of the bedroom, and a wary look covered her face. “What's wrong?” she questioned, walking closer to you.

“E-Eyes,” you panted, your breathing erratic and your heart beating violently in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you looked at Tara and said, “I saw a pair of eyes.” Tears began to bubble at your lash-line.

“It's probably an animal. We are in the middle of the forest” she said in a passive-aggressive tone, her eyes involuntarily rolling.

‘She's right’ the rational part of your brain thought. Taking long, deep breaths in and out, you could only nod and walk back into the bedroom, sitting down on the plush mattress.

A strong current of warm air began flowing through the rooms, heating up the chilly cabin. “Heats finally on,” Tara said, the edge in her tone letting on to her frustration.

Again, you could only nod, anxiety flowing through your veins, increasing your heart rate further. You know what you saw, but again the forest is full of different kinds of wildlife. “We should unpack” you stuttered out.

This time, Tara nodded and walked out into the hall. You stood up, picking your bag up from the ground and setting it on the bed.

The majority of the bag was just clothes and other miscellaneous items like an MP3 player and earbuds, a thermostat bottle, and a zip knife. The handle is a polished wood with gold colored stainless-steel trimming, the end of the knife curved upwards and into a hook. The sharp blade sheath in a washcloth, sealed with a rubber band. You bought it when eyes began watching your every movement.

You slipped the knife into the hoodie you sported and began putting away your belongings. Looking up, you saw the sun had receded; another bout of darkness consuming the world around you, threatening to eat you whole as well. The snow was falling harder than before, your visibility almost completely impaired. Looking out into the abis, your heart picked up, your pulse starting to quicken as your eyes adjusted to the dark, and what looked like the silhouette of a person became clearer and clearer. Coming closer and closer.

A gasp wretched itself from your throat, your feet scrambling to get away but tripping over each other instead causing you to crash to the floor.

Hastily getting up, you dash out of the room and across the hall to the living space, a hot inferno blazing in the fireplace, Tara cooking something in the kitchen, blissfully ignorant.

Turning around when you clamored into the room, she saw you hunched over, hands steadying themselves on your knees.

“Tara, there is someone out there!” You cried, tears running down your face.

Again, irritation was present on her features. A look of annoyance. “No one is out there” she blew off, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I'm telling you, there is” you stammered, “I-I saw it” More tears bled down your face, your entire body trembling.

“There isn't! I have put up with this for six months” she said, her voice rising alongside her anger, “I'm asking you for a weekend of peace” an ugly sneer spread across her face.

Stomping out of the kitchen and passing by you to the bedroom, Tara shoved her shoes on. “Since you insist” she started walking down the hall, “I'll show you”

Following closely behind her, you hadn't realized how angry she'd been with you. Rounding the corner, she threw open the door and trudged out into the snow and halfway down the slope of the trail, the snow falling heavier. Then, at the top of her lungs, Tara bellowed, “There is no one out here!” anger bleeding through her shriek.

You only went out as far as the last step of the porch, your shoes still on from your last excursions outside. “Tara, come back in!” You called back, voice trembling in uneasiness.

You couldn't see her, the snow falling too heavily from above, the wind hollering through the night, branched clashing together in a ferocious battle, and again she yelled out, “ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NO-” the sentence being cut off with a sickening ‘thud’, slicing through the air like a freshly sharpened knife. Nothing but the sound but rushing wind and a distinct ‘POP’ could be heard.

Your heart skipped a beat, catching somewhere in your throat. “Tara?” You croaked out, your tongue like a cement brick in your mouth. Stepping slowly off of the porch, you moved towards the apex of the hill to get a better view.

The thick clouds parted enough for a sliver of moonlight to peek through and let you take in the scene before you: Tara's unconscious- no, lifeless body laid face down on the frigid ground, the blade of an axe protruding out of her skull, her beautiful brown hair now black at the roots with blood as it seeped out around the weapon, her perfect tawny beige skin stained with red, painting the snow beneath her with blood. A person stood above her, a man.

Most of his face was hidden beneath a hood, but his lanky build was visible; the grayish-brown hoodie he wore was stained with blood, his jeans as well.

He stepped on her body, his boot-clad foot pushing it further in the snow then gripping the handle of the axe and ripping it from her head; the snow now staining crimson, the crevasse oozing more blood. The man's head slowly rose and through the light peering down from above, you saw a familiar reflective orange glint, and you knew he was staring directly into your fear-stricken face.

Tears crowded in your eyes, your breathing becoming heavy and erratic as you locked into a silent staring contest with the man who just murdered your best friend. The hand holding his weapon jolted in a fast motion, but did not come flying towards you like you had anticipated: still that knocked you out of your initial shock and you began barreling towards the treeline and into the snow-covered woodlands.

The forest was dark, a dense canopy of trees preventing any light from shining down, the thick underbrush cut at your ankles, low-hanging branches catching on your hoodie as you careened through the thickets of trees. Then you heard the thundering sound of heavy footsteps in pursuit, and you forced your legs to go faster to take you further away from this madman.

Struggling to breathe properly, you still kept running since you knew the moment you slowed down, he would be on you like a wolf and its prey. Suddenly the sound of whirling air flying by your head was audible before an axe was embedded in the trunk of a tree, pieces of bark and wood spraying out around it.

‘Faster! Faster’ your mind argued with exhaustion, as your legs struggled to flee. You'd never had to run for your life, not until now. A heavy cloud of fog began to roll in as you ran deeper into the woods, your vision even more impaired than before.

Zig-zagging through trees you soon realized you no longer heard his heavy footsteps behind you, but still you kept going further. The fog was getting too thick to see though turning everything around you into a misty haze, then the exposed roots of a tree caught your foot causing you to collide with the snowy forest floor and before you could think your body began rolling down a steep embankment you hadn't known was there.

Clawing at the solid earth to stop your fall was futile as the semi-frozen snow made getting an anchor difficult. Tumbling down the hill your speed only kept increasing, the steady decline seemingly going on to no end until suddenly your body stuck the trunk of a tree, cracking the side of your head against it; consciousness began to flee from you, the world around you being reduced to darkness but not before you felt the leering presence of someone standing over you.

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The cold winds nip against your skin, a chill runs down your spine while you're rocked further into oblivion, cuddling into the warmth of the person carrying you.

‘Wait-’ you thought, eyes shooting open, and shoving at the chest of the man holding you before impinging with the snowy ground.

Scrambling to find your footing, a hand reached out and entangling itself in your hair while yanking back. A sob escaped your mouth, a wordless plea to let you go. Gripping at his wrists, you attempted to pull his hands away from you, but that only proved to anger him more: his digits curled further into your hair, pulling your head back as far as it would go.

“Y-You done?” His voice cut through the air like an axe, the sound sending shivers up your spine and more tears to your eyes.

Looking up at him, you saw an upside-down version of the man behind you; his hood was up still, messy chestnut hair spilled out from the top, his orange-yellowish goggles now hung around his neck, and dark soulless eyes stared back at you, a mouthguard hung from ear to ear, concealing the lower half of his face.

Reaching into the pocket of your hoodie, your fingers went and grabbed for the knife only to find it missing.

“Looking for this?” he jeered, pulling out your weapon, the cool metal of the blade shining in the moonlight.

“Let me go! ” You cried out, your fear now turning to rage at his words. ‘You done?’ as if he hadn't chased you through the woods, as if he isn't trying to kill you. “You're fucking pathetic” you sneered, more tears welling up in your eyes.

“I-I'm p-p-pathetic?” he chuckled, his voice dropping an octave, the grip he had on your hair tightened. “Says t-the o-one on her knees” then he laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“You're disgusting” you grimaced, trying to pull away once again only to receive an emphatic tug, dragging you backwards onto the ground forcing another cry from you.

His hand left your hair, footsteps circling until he stood in front of you; crouching down so you were eye-to-eye, he reached out and gripped your chin and tilted it farther back. “You th-think I'm disgusting? That ‘fr-friend’ of yours is the the reason you're in t-this.” he growled, “But, I'll f-fucking show you dis-disgusting” he jeered, a deranged look in his eyes.

Uneasiness swirled in the pit of your stomach at the news, the surprise shown on your face.

His hand renewed its grip in your hair, aggressively pulling you up from the forest floor. “How about a game, hm” he said, a giddiness in his voice. “You tr-try and get ba-back to the cabin, if I don't c-catch you, I'll leave.”

“And if you do?” you questioned, your fear bleeding through into your voice.

“Well, I gu-guess you'll just ha-have to find out,” he said, the giddiness in his tone now replaced with something much darker, something much more sinister.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, your breathing heavy and erratic. You didn't need to find out, you already knew what he'd do: he'd kill you.

“I don't wanna play your fucked up game” you cried, knees threatening to give out underneath you. “You're gonna kill me anyways” now you were sobbing, tears streaming down your face, the cold winds chilling you further.

“Hey..” he cooed, his voice softening as if to comfort you. “I'm not go-gonna kill you” he said, his grip on your hair loosening “Not yet at l-least” then another sick bout of deep laughter filled your ears.

This time you couldn't stop yourself from collapsing to the ground, and sobbing into your hands. “I'm not playing this game, you fucking psycho!” you screamed, your rage and fear mixing together into a cesspool of emotions.

A sigh left him, almost as if he was disappointed. “F-Fine” he said, before the end of a blunt object struck you in the head and a familiar void spread around you.

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Cold calloused hands ran up your thighs, giving them a rough squeeze, then to your hips and doing the same. Your mind began waking up, eyes slowly drifting open only to see him in between your now bare legs, hands traveling farther up to the waistband of your panties before receding and repeating the action. 

His mouthguard was now gone, his eyes staring into yours. That's when you saw his full face; his skin a pale gray, snake bites adorning his bottom lip, and on the side of his face a large gash, one so deep you could see his porcelain white teeth from where you laid.

Your hands shot out, only to be stopped by a thick rope binding them to a headboard. “Y-You're finally aw-awake,” His grip on your thighs tightened, “Thought I'd have to fuck your unconscious body” he chortled, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Chills ran up your spine leaving goosebumps in its wake, another bout of sickness swirling in your stomach. Your legs moved of their own accord, kicking and thrashing about, hitting him on several occurrences until his hands gripped the back of your knees and pushed your thighs up to your chest, and held them there.

“What are you doing!” panic was laced in your tone, legs trying helplessly to get free.

“C’mon, I t-thought you were sm-smarter than that,” he sneered, settling one of his forearms across the backs of your knees, his now free hand sliding down the back of your thigh before traveling to your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze through the fabric of your panties.

Your leg shot out, connecting with his stomach causing him to fall back: in return a sharp slap was delivered to your face, a fiery inferno spreading across your cheek. Then he gripped your hips, his blunt fingers digging into the soft skin and flipped you onto your stomach, the rope cutting into your wrists and the headboard creaking lazily from the force.

His breath fanned against the shell of your ear, hips digging into your behind, pressing the bulge forming in his jeans into you. “I'm go-gonna fuck you s-so good, maybe you'll forget th-that your friend is the one w-who sold you like some wh-whore” he said through gritted teeth.

Tugging on your restraints to get free was proving unsuccessful, his hand slid down to your front, fingertips gliding up your abdomen and to the hem of your bra, playfully snapping the band. Your heart sped up, and you tried crawling farther up the bed only to be pulled back down by your hips.

“W-Wait” you gasped, squirming in his hold. “I-I don't know your name” it came out as a whisper, barely audible. Truly you knew it was a dumb question, but you just need him to slow down so you could think of a way out of this situation, to no avail.

A sudden burst of laughter filled the empty space around you, his manic cackles filling your ears. His breath fanned across your neck, “Toby” he said, his fingers back at your bra: they grabbed at the waistband and pulled roughly, breaking the clasp that held it together, the coolness of something sharp started tracing over your bare back.

‘A knife’ you thought. ‘My knife’ Now you were a crying, blubbering mess; weeps and wails escaping you as the weapon dragged across your back, to the strap of your bra and slicing through it, then repeating the action to the other strap. Your bra fell onto the bed beneath you, freeing your breasts.

The hand holding the knife discarded it, slithering its way across your stomach and up to your chest, grabbing and groping at the fat of your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple. A groan slipped from him, his hips rocking into your rear at an erratic pace.

His hand moved away from your chest, as did the hand on your hip. “S-So pretty, almost a sh-shame I'm gonna have to kill y-you” his words came out like venom, caused more tears to bubble up, and stream down your face.

“Please- I” was all you could manage, cries and wails racking through your body, you shook with fear, heart stammering against your ribcage.

“Please what, hm?” Toby purred, hands now dancing across the band of your underwear, fingertips just barely slipping in before retreating.

“I don't wanna die” you sobbed, head hanging low between your shoulders. You couldn't control your emotions any longer, your head was spinning and you thought you might pass out.

He cooed at you, a hand coming up and stroking your hair. “It's okay,” he whispered, “If you do good, we'll see what we can do” he began kissing and nipping at your jaw before murmuring, “How's that sound?”

As much as you hated him, your will to live took over and you weakly nodded. He continued kissing and sucking on your shoulder, his other hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties. He slid a finger through your folds, another deep groan was heard behind you. “Fuck, you're wet” he whispered against your throat.

His digits circled around your clit, rolling the bundle of nerves underneath the pads of his fingers, then sliding his lanky fingers through your wet heat and before long sinking into your slick cunt. Whimpers and uncomfortable whines left you as his cold fingers curled inside of you, before slowly pulling out and sliding back in, the palm of his hand teasing at your clit.

More tears crowded your vision as he drove his fingers in and out of you, “W-wait” you cried, pulling at the rope binding your wrists. The disgust in your stomach worsened as your walls squeezed around his fingers, the unwanted pleasure lighting your nerves on fire.

His hands retreated, the sound of rustling clothes filled the room. “You're doing so good, almost good enough to live” he said coolly, almost as if he wasn't threatening your life.

His weight settled back behind you, his fingers gripping the elastic band of your underwear, yanking them down to where your knees were planted against the bed. One of his hands gripped your hips, the other pumping his thick , veiny cock, then lining it up with your entrance. Pressing into you, the head of his cock slipped in your cunt, a dull-throbbing spread through your low body.

“Stop!” you sobbed, tugging at your wrists even as the rope began cutting into your flesh. You squirmed in his grasp, your hips trying desperately to pull away from him.

His hips slammed forward, pushing his cock further into you. “No” he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself the last couple of inches into you. “Y-You made your b-bed, now l-lay in it .”

Toby pulled out of you until just his tip remained inside, before ramming back into you. “Fuck, you're tight” he groaned.

It was like you were being split open, his cock sinking further into you with every thrust. Pain shot through your legs and up your spine, and sob tore from your sore throat. “Stop!-” you yelled, thighs shaking from his harsh abuse.

His hands disappeared from you, hips stilling as he grabbed at your hair and yanked back. “W-What the fuck d-did I just say” he snarled, his other hand coming up to your neck, the knife in it once again. “Now shut up, or I'll slit your fucking throat”

The hand knotted in your hair left, again gripping your hip and slamming back into you harder than before, the sharp blade still pressing harshly against your throat.

The pain began dwindling, pleasure blooming in its wake and twisting in the deep empty pit of your stomach attempting to consume you whole. A pathetic whimper escaped your throat, leaking into the air along with the lewd sounds of skin against skin.

The blade was withdrawn from the column of your neck, while he slowly pulled out of you, the hand brandishing the knife now clutched your hip along with the other and flipping you onto your back. “If-f I didn't know a-any better, I'd say y-you're enjoying t-this” he jeered, his lips curling upwards into a malicious grin while sliding your underwear the rest of the way off your body.

More tears slid down your flushed face, “No!,” you sobbed: shaking your head and tugging at your restraints with more fury than before, your hysteria creeping back in.

One of the hands on your hips snaked down to your cunt, rubbing lazy patterns on your clit. Electricity shot through your core and limbs, euphoria spreading throughout your body like a numbing static.

Then his cock tapped against your entrance, the head slipped back inside of you: a moan slipping free from your lips. His hips drove forwards, his cock stretching you out all over again before he pulled back and brutally slammed back in. More whimpers and moans spilled from your mouth like a degrading symphony.

He used your body like a toy, pulling you onto his length, then sliding you off until your legs were shaking and you were sobbing for him to stop.

A cold hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your airways. “S-Shut up, and take it” he groaned, hammering himself harder into you. Your walls squeezed around his heavy cock, the head hitting against your spongy g-spot with every thrust.

Your stomach twisted with guilt and pleasure, guilty for feeling pleasure from this psycho, and for letting Tara die.

A knot in your stomach tightened every time Toby thrusted inside of you, incoherent whimpered and pleas spewed from your mouth as your orgasm raked through your body, eyes screwed shut and legs trembling around his waist. Toby's cock throbbed in your abused overstimulated pussy, hips driving himself into you roughly, then a warm sensation flooded through your walls along with the sounds of groans from the man above you.

His vicious thrusts slowed to lazily grinding into you, his heavy panting mixing with yours was the only thing heard in the small room, while his length stayed snug inside of you.

“I think” his voice was low as he spoke, his tone dark and malevolent. “I'm gonna have to keep you” and a low cackle was the last thing you hear before the end of something struck you in the head, and the world around you faded.

[whokilledsamara]

hello lovelies <3

Welcome to my page! A fresh start, and fresh writings. I was well known on my old account, but have since retired it. I sincerely hope you all enjoy! I promise to give full effort in every request, which is why they may take a while. Have fun, request away my dear.

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sallyface

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[ashlinxsloves]

Will I be participating kinktober this year..? Maybe

Since there's a day and a few hours left till Oct 1st, my schedule will technically vary. Most of these are literally the phrase "porn without plot" (I lied, there's plot) Also, I'm only writing for fem!reader so I'm sorry for my male, nb audience 😔 posting time is 12 PM CET (or later, depends).

So! Here's the list:

• Day 1: (Oct 2) Face riding - Spencer Reid

• Day 2: (Oct 6) Predator/prey - Jeff The Killer

• Day 3: (Oct 9) Blindfolded sex - Sal Fisher

• Day 4: (Oct 12) Size difference - Laughing Jack

• Day 5: (Oct 14) Thigh riding - Stanley Pines

• Day 6: (Oct 16) Breeding - Ticci Toby

• Day 7: (Oct 19) Mirror sex - DI!Leon Kennedy

• Day 8 (Oct 21) Cuffed & Overstimulation - Spencer Reid

• Day 9 (Oct 23) Corruption - Eyeless Jack

• Day 10 (Oct 25) Brat taming - Aaron Hotchner

• Day 11 (Oct 26) Car sex - Spencer Reid

• Day 12 (Oct 27) Masked - Eyeless Jack

• Day 13 (Oct 28) Controlled toys - Stanford Pines

• Day 14 (Oct 30) Monster fucking - Slenderman

• Day 15 (Oct 31) Knifeplay - Jeff The Killer

As I said my schedule might differ so I might post something more or less..

[hystixia]

I THINK SHE WANNA LOVE.

FEATURING 、JEFF THE KILLER X F!READER

WARNINGS 、DUBCON, BIRTHDAY SEX, FINGERING (M -> F), SOMNOPHILIA, DACRYPHILIA, DEGRADATION, HAND KINK, BELLY BULGE, CHOKING, OVERSTIM, PANTY STEALING, BLOOD, CREAMPIE, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

It’s late into the night when he shows up. You’re already fast asleep, there’s tired bags under your eyes and the thought of you trying your best to stay up to see him crosses his mind as he peers into your dark bedroom through your window. If he had a heart he’d feel a little bad for making you wait but Jeffery isn’t one to feel anything close to sympathy for others.

He slides the window up, a smirk crosses his features at the fact it was unlocked to begin with and he slips in without much of sound except for the small thud of his boots touching your bedroom floor. For anyone else it would be nearly impossible to see in this darkness but he’s awfully familiar with the layout of your entire house and that would be extremely alarming to know if he ever told you.

He closes the window quietly and quickly. He plans on staying a little longer this time, plans on making his presence known this time.

He’s skilled in laying on your bed without much effort needed, your much smaller form shifting and curling up under the soft blanket as the bed moves just the slightest with him as he leans over you to look at your face. He’s not trying to hide his obsession with you this time. His hand sliding up and down your side after removing the blanket from your figure. Tracing the exposed skin until he reaches your exposed tummy, the shirt you had on riding up your chest and barely covering your pretty breasts from his creeping view. This was a sight to behold but his attention moves over to your desk that has a few colorful bags, half wrapped boxes and cards on and his eyes narrow at the objects.

Who gave you those?

He stares for a bit before he considers the fact you had family come over and gift those to you and not some fucker that would be dead soon if he ever found out about it (he would.). He made it very clear you weren’t allowed to see anyone but him, keep conversations with others short if you wanted them to live another day. That’s what he had told you one night as you stared up at him with fear in your doe eyes, it was an addicting look he couldn’t get enough of when it came from you.

His hands grab at all your exposed skin before getting adventurous and impatient, fingers tugging at the hem of your cotton shorts and pulling them down your legs. He swore he saw your legs move to give him more access but maybe that was his own hands pushing them apart. Your pretty pink panties are something that catches his eye, the lacy material something he’s never seen you wear ever. He’d definitely be taking those, for safekeeping of course.

A sound leaves you when he runs his index over your clothed sex. His eyes trained on your expressions in your sleep when he taps his finger against your covered clit, a small gasp leaves you and your head twists a little at the contact.

He could eat you alive if he wanted to.

He tugs the thin material of your underwear down until its completely off you much like the cotton shorts that lie somewhere on the floor in the dark. He’s not too caring with his placement for your panties either but he remembers where he’s thrown them to take when he leaves later.

His cold hands slide up your thighs and a shiver racks through your body as a small hum of discomfort slips past your lips. His hands inch closer to your heat until one is gripping your plush thigh and pulling it until he has full access to your pretty pussy, his eyes stare for way too long at the sight and he feels his dick pulse in his pants as he moves to roll his thumb around your clit. He’s well aware his hand could fully cup your cunt and maybe he’ll mention that fact another time to embarrass you and leave you squirming when he’s gone. Leave you wishing he was the one touching you when you’re “alone” in your room with no creeping Jeff around to help.

A small whimper bubbles in your throat and your face scrunches up in pleasure as he lazily rubs his thumb in circles over your small bundle of nerves, a breathy sound spills from your lips and it sounds akin to his name but it’s hard to tell.

Your needy pussy clenches around nothing as he builds you up, your hips stuttering that he’s quick to stop with his hand gripping the soft flesh tight to the mattress. Your legs shaking lightly as your back tries to arch off the bed and your whines rise in pitch.

“haah, J-, ooo, Jeff!” You cry out, eyes squeezed shut as your body trembles against the bed. Your orgasm is fast, the unknown knot in your belly snapping as he leans his head against your thigh to keep it from closing. Your juices coating his hand and as you pant he doesn’t bother to stop and clean your mess. Instead he inserts two long and thick fingers into your pulsing hole and a high pitched gasp leaves you making him grin against your skin.

Visiting you in the night and doing this to while you weren’t aware always got him going. It was entertaining to watch your face contort in pleasure, how you begged for him even while asleep. He was the only thing left in your fucked out brain most nights and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Gonna give me another one?” He hums lowly, a whisper against the smooth skin of your flesh as your warm walls flutter around his fingers that rub against that gummy spot that has your hips jerking forward at the contact. His thumb on your puffy pearl plus the added fullness of his fingers has whimpers and moans falling from your open mouth freely now. Your hand instinctively grabs at his that’s cupping your drooling cunt and he grins at how the tips of your fingers cant reach each other as you grip his wrist for support.

You’re panting, your body feels hot and your brows are knitted together as your eyes flutter and he stares up curiously at your face.

Were you awake already?

He coos softly at your messy pussy as another orgasm floods your senses, a silent scream leaving you as you arch off the bed. Your heart thumps wildly against your chest like you’ve run a marathon and your lungs struggle to take in air as you finally flutter those pretty lashes and open those doe eyes that stare at the ceiling in a daze as you come down from the suffocating high.

He’s pulling his hand from your sticky cunt, a smirk on his face at the sight of your pussy so messy and all because of him. Your eyes go glossy when you finally look at him, his fingers that shimmer with your juices being swiped over with his tongue. Those bloody scars seeming to tug upwards slightly as he smiles at you.

“The birthday girl ‘s awake now.” He cackles at you. Your pupils blown wide as you stare at him with need, desperation to have him now. He remembered the date. He knows your birthday somehow.

“Jeff,” It comes out breathy, needier than you intended but it reaches him regardless. Those icy blue eyes staring back teasingly before he’s leaning over you, your body shrinking against the sheets as he stares down with hunger in his eyes. Jeff felt like toying with you tonight though.

“What do ya want, sweetheart?” He grins down at you. So small under him, face heated not only from embarrassment but from the arousal pooling hot in your belly. Your pretty doe eyes staring up at him pleadingly before he brings a hand up to rest against your headboard but he doesn’t fail to notice the way your eyes sparkle with interest at the position he’s cramping you into. “Gotta beg for it, pretty girl. You know this,”

“Please, Jeff,” You whine out and there’s pretty tears in your eyes. He wants them to slip down your face, a shimmery glow added to your skin from the lines they’ll create as they stream down your soft cheeks. “I want it,”

“Want what?” He teases, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest at the pout on your face. It’s like you forget he’s a serial killer and could gut you open if he wanted to.

“I want you.. wan’ your cock. Jeff, please,” You beg, hands grabbing at the sheets as your pussy clenches around nothing over the thought of being filled up.

He hums and you stare at the painful cuts in his face, wondering for a short moment if they hurt him before thinking about how they fit him perfectly in a fucked up and twisted way. You yelp as your legs are grabbed roughly, a faint smile tugging at your lips as he pushes them up to your chest and you hold them there without being told to as you watch him unbuckle his belt. You’d be lying if the sound of it jingling and the zipper being tugged down didn’t excite you a little.

You practically drool at the sight of his cock, angry red tip and curving just right to hit all your spots. He’s big and veiny making you swallow thickly as you try to prepare yourself to take him like you have many times before.

He growls when his sticky tip touches your messy slit. His eyes trained on the sight of your exposed and already stimulated cunt as he pushes his tip past your folds into the overwhelming heat of your slick sex.

A whine bubbles in your throat at the intrusion but he’s quick to wrap a large hand around your throat. His eyes giving you a warning glare.

“Be quiet.” And you do. With glassy eyes as he pushes more of his length inside you, it feels like he’s in your guts already when he reaches halfway and with a low groan that has your legs shaking he thrusts the rest in. Impatient as he tries to wait for you to accommodate to him.

He gives you a manic smile that sends a shiver down your spine before he’s grabbing the headboard, his dark hair tickling your skin as he stares down at you and you take notice of the red on his hands and arms now, your eyes widening in alarm at the sight you should be used to by now.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He breathes out before pulling back and then slamming into your heat. Your eyes threaten to roll back but he squeezes your throat, a silent warning. Keep your eyes on his own icy blues. He likes to watch your reactions through your pretty hues.

His tip bumps your cervix repeatedly, your body rocking against the bed as his hand around your throat holds you in place beneath him as a choked moan falls from your soft lips and he takes the opportunity to lean down until his lips are against yours and his tongue is exploring your mouth.

You whimper at the contact, eyes squeezed shut as he thrusts roughly into you without any mercy for your poor cunt that squelches lewdly around his cock. There’s already a creamy ring around the base of it and his thumb pushes your chin up and further into the kiss before he releases you as you gasp for air.

His hand lets go of your neck, a faint mark around it as his hand slides down your body until it rests against your exposed lower tummy, pressing down against it and making you aware of what’s now faintly bumping against his hand.

“You feel me right here, doll?” He teases in your ear, staring down with you at the small bump that reappears with each thrust into your spent pussy and your head lolls to the side with a moan at the sight. It felt like he was in your guts to begin with but this is just evidence of it being true.

His big hand squeezes at your hip as you try to move against him, pushing you down into the mattress and you can barely hear the headboard hitting the wall over his few groans accompanied by heavy breathing. Your body felt like it was on fire and there was a knot forming in your stomach and overstimulation in your poor cunt has tears beginning to fall down your cheeks.

“Aw, ‘t’s too much?” He coos at the sight. You nod slightly, his hips snapping particularly rougher at that as a wide grin spreads across his scarred face.

“I hope it’s too much.” He laughs at the pathetic way your eyes roll into the back of your skull, tongue peeking past your swollen lips as he hits that sticky spot that has you keening into him. “I hope you can’t handle it.”

“Jeff— Fuck, ngh, ‘m gonna cum!” You sob out, words slurred as you feel pressure build up in your core, threatening to spill over as you stare up at him with begging eyes.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock like a dumb slut?” He hums when your walls squeeze around him tighter. “Ya gonna cream around me like the dirty whore you are?”

“Please, please, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for now. Maybe it’s your release, perhaps it’s even for him to slow down so you can handle it but tingles spark in your body as his thumb taps against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your mouth in a ‘o’ shape as your legs tremble and you feel his hot seed spurt into you. That’s what it takes for your orgasm to come, you don’t know how many times he had you cum before this but you felt weak and dizzy from it all regardless. Your mouth hung open as your eyes almost cross and your back arched. It was so overwhelming you could scream but no sound came out as he panted above you before resting his head against your shoulder.

There’s a bit of silence afterwards before he pulls out with slight hesitance, fixing his pants back up before staring at the mesmerizing sight of your spent pussy drooling his cum. If he had the time he’d fuck you again, but he’s going to miss his only opening to leave soon if he doesn’t speed this up. It would be a shame to get rid of your parents after you had begged him so prettily to let them live.

He feels better now as he pushes the mixture of your sticky essence and his warm seed back into your quivering cunt before leaning over your heated face and kissing you by surprise. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen at the act or how your hands seem to cling to his hoodie stained with red. It’s addicting to leave you wanting more from him like this, he can’t get enough of you and your reactions.

He pulls away leaving you to want him and his touch in silence before glancing down at your bare body in embarrassment. Isn’t that cute?

“I’ll come back soon, sweetheart.” He promises. He always does and he always will. When you’re asleep, sometimes when you’re awake and studying late into the night and see him knocking on your window.

You nod hopefully at him, a sparkle in your eyes at his words as you tug the sheets up your cold body and curl into them, aware of the mess leaking down your inner thigh at the movement.

He bends down in the ground but it’s hard to tell what he’s doing in the darkness before he’s standing up and slipping back out your window.

You mutter his name, quiet and soft but he halts his hands from pulling down the window and instead leans on the sill with a low hum.

“Thank you,” You’re sincere and it’s laughable to him, amusing to see someone actually thank a killer such as himself but he grins back at you regardless of how stupid you were.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He says it for the second time that night and with that he pulls the window closed and stalks off into the cover of night.

You giggle to yourself, a smile on your face that almost leaves your cheeks feeling sore as you touch your heated face and think over the whole thing. Did that really happen? Were you just dreaming right now? The ache between your legs is enough of a reminder of your reality and if you could you’d kick your shaking legs around like a school girl. You’d wait expectantly for his arrival like always, falling asleep well into the night to be woken up to his tainted touch like always.

You’re in a fantasy smiling dreamily while he’s sneaking past houses and back into the woods with a sinister smirk on his face.

A familiar pair of lacy pink panties clutched in his dirty hand, a bloody knife in the other as he disappears into the night.

[sleepingdeath-light]

thrill seekers ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 875

content ; sexually explicit content, anal sex, extreme water play, extreme breath play, drowning, extreme sadist!jeff, extreme masochist!reader

fandom ; creepypastas

pairing ; jeff the killer x gender neutral reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

You’d often joked that you and your boyfriend had experienced ‘love at first fight’ — having met when he’d broken into your bedroom in the middle of the night to kill you as he had to so many others before you. But you’d fought, you’d bickered, and then you fucked with his knife still pressed right up against your throat… and you’d been chasing that high ever since.

Of course the thrill of the knife never truly went away, but Jeff tended to use it sparingly as to ‘keep the magic alive’ (or so he said, personally you just thought he was being a bit lazy and couldn’t be arsed with cleaning it enough to safely use in the bedroom), so you resorted to other methods of thrill seeking in the bedroom. Role play was a big one — fake kidnappings, role reversals, getting tied up and blindfolded so you don’t know what’s gonna happen next, and so on — but you also got a taste for more dangerous things like suffocation.

Jeff fucking loved suffocating you when you had sex: putting bag over your head and pulling it so tight he can see every movement of your mouth as you gasp and pant and moan whilst he plays with you; wrapping his hands around your throat and tightening just enough to see your eyes widen with fear whilst he fucks you like an animal, only tightening his grip to startle rather than kill; slapping a hand over your mouth and nose whilst he pounds into you from behind, only releasing you when he can tell you’re reaching your limit. Acts like that were more than common between the two of you and you were always looking for something new to incorporate into your sex life — a new risk to take, a new high to chase — and you found that in a random documentary one of Jeff’s roommates had been watching in the common area.

Drowning.

Well, simulated drowning anyway. Fucking with your head underwater and your life completely in his hands. Enough risk to get you both off and you knew that he could be quick enough to do it without you being out in any serious risk of dying.

It was perfect, and you tried it out that same day.

—————

This might very well be the best decision you'd ever made as a couple; the hot weight of his body pressing down against you combined with the icy chill of the water mixed in the most delicious way — adrenaline flooding your system whilst white hot pleasure rushed through your veins. You were caught between the need to survive and the need to respond to everything he was doing to you, fighting your own instincts by biting down on your lips so harshly that your blurry vision was overcome with a haze of red (the coppery flavour lingering on your trembling tongue as you continued to swallow back every moan, groan, and grunt that threatened to spill from the base of your throat).

You struggled to keep your eyes open for very long, and the rough treatment your body was receiving made the water very unstable, but you did manage to catch brief glimpses of your boyfriend through all of the ripples and waves. Though what little you did see was more than enough to let your mind’s eye paint a delightfully erotic picture of sights, sounds, and sensations: the scabby red edges of his ear-to-ear smile growing bloody and broad, lips twitching with a laughter you could just about hear, his expression distorted so completely that his face was little more than a smear of white, black, and red to you; the singed black edges, frayed and jaggedly cut, brushing down against his scarred shoulders, occasionally tickling against your bare chest whenever he’d lean down to get a closer look at you as you struggled to hold your breath (so close you could finally see those wide, lust-dilated, eyes of his staring intently down at your as they came in and out of focus); the thickness of his cock as he pounded relentlessly into your ass, so harsh that even all of the lube you’d used did little to ease the combination of pleasure and pain he was inflicting upon you — but that only got you off more; the familiar roughness of his palms as he pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you deeper underwater when you started to struggle and thrash beneath him, something darker flashing in his eyes for a few seconds as your vision started to go an unsettling black around the edges, before he finally relented and pulled you up and out of the water by your throat. Strong and merciful, but no less sadistic as he watched you splutter and cough with a glee and pleasure so distinct that you didn’t need to see him to know.

The throbbing of his dick inside of you and his loud panting were dead giveaways to his enjoyment. And you knew that the moment you caught your breath, you’d be plunged straight back into the cold depths of the bathtub once again to be used and fucked and screwed until he was content and the water no longer ran clear.

You couldn’t fucking wait.

[deadkraker]

what trying to find a at least decently written creepypasta fic that isn't x reader on ao3 feels like

[whydidigethere]

Shamefully, I must admit, I was a Wattpad kid

[ang3lfluids]

𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗬

𝗖𝗪: abuse (hinted?), slapping, hints of DDLG, Tim calls reader a “r*pe slut”, size difference, mild pain play, Jealous Tim

𝗘𝘃𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: first time I’ve ever written for Tim and this was a drag I had sitting around since summer. So it’s not great as I was lowkey high while I was finishing this up :(

When Tim had caught wind you had ended up in the infirmary due to a sparing session with Toby, he was quick to your aid. But had stopped dead in his tracks when he heard your melodic voice drifting through the cracked door. His chest swirled with anger as he peered in, his face contorting to a grimace underneath his mask.

EJ remained at your feet quietly wrapping your bloody knee with gauze, his gloved hands tickling the back of your knee. Which was what seemed to be drawing out the soft laughs from your busted lip.

He didn’t seem to pay this much mind as he shifted your leg in his larger hands carefully smoothing the gauze tape over the white bandages. Yet his hands lingered on your toned leg, mask fixated on the semi-bloody bandages. And when your leg jerked it brought the cannibal back to earth.

“All set…” he mumbled out as he stood pulling off the gloves, and your eyes followed his movement. “Am I interrupting?” Your boyfriends raspy voice echoed through the quiet room, dragging your attention from EJ. You bowed your head and stared at your knee as Tim glared at you from under his mask.

“They should be all fine. Keep them off that leg for a few days. Nothing super taxing.” EJ stated as he wrote down something on his clipboard. Tim made a noise of acknowledgment before motioning for you to get up. You used his shoulder as a crutch as he turned to EJ.

“Thanks.” EJ waved a dismissive hand and began to clean up as your boyfriend helped you wobble out of the infirmary. The air was thick with tension as he walked with you, you opened your mouth to ask what the matter was but a rough pinch to your side answered the question that didn’t even get a chance to be asked.

The room was thick with uncomfortable energy as you stepped into it. Tim shut the door with a soft click and turned to look at you. You could hear him move about, and the soft noise of his mask scraping against the dresser filled the room. Your body shook and your teeth chattered in your mouth as anxiety pooled in your stomach. Slowly his hands rested on your hips pulling you into him. His chin resting on your shoulder.

“Tim, I-“ “shut up.” He silenced you swiftly and dug his thick fingertips into your side. You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath. “Lil fuckin tramp… you liked the way he was lookin’ at you?” He asked with a deep growl. His nose pressed to the flesh of your throat. Your body tensed as you shook your head slowly. Tim laughed against your skin and squeezed you against him until your ribs protested.

“T-Tim I can’t-“ “what did I tell ya?” He hissed as he spun you around pushing you into the bed. The force from his shove was enough to knock some wind from your lungs. The killer hovered over you glaring down at your shaking frame.

His scarred lips turned upwards in a smirk, eyes filled with animalistic blood lust. “You’re a little slut. What you want your cunt stuffed with another man’s cock, hm?” he wrapped a thick hand around your throat and squeezed causing you to go cross eyed.

Your smaller fingers scratching at his leaving small red scratches in his wake. “Ohh fuck ya, look at you. Getting off to me chokin’ ya?” You squirmed beneath him and tried to suck in a gasp of air. He released his grip and watched as you came back to earth.

Your chest heaved as you panted deeply. “You gonna be a good little bitch for me?” His thumb traced your busted lip and you nodded slowly. Your bruised lips wrapping around his thumb, the killer groaned and chuckled deep within his chest.

“Good little doll” He was on you within a second. His lips latching to the flesh of your neck, teeth sinking into the flushed skin of your throat. “Gonna remind you, who you fuckin belong to.” Tim spat before cracking you across the face with an open palm. You whined out eyes fluttering as your ears began to ring.

You weakly pushed against his shoulders earning a chuckle from your lover. He cooed and gripped your hair pushing your head into the bed. His jean clothed bulge grinding down into your aching pussy, earning a low whine.

“Stay fuckin’ still.” He hissed his rough hands tearing your top apart at the buttons. Your chest heaved and a whimpered tainted your lips. Tim smirked and pushed your bra over your chest revealing your perky nipples.

His rough thumbs pinched your buds and he rolled them between his thick fingers. Your head swam as you helplessly ground your battered hips against his bulge. The rough texture of the jeans creating a dizzying friction.

“Look at ya’ haven’t even touched you, and your cunts soaked..” He chastised as he gripped your chin with his larger hand. You pathetically squirm and raise your quivering hips up.

Tim teased the tips of his calloused fingers against your panties. Watching you with a sleazy smirk as you thrashed against him. His cock straining against his boxers, the killer groaned deep as you mewled and shook for his affection.

Tim loved that about you. So desperate to please. So eager to feel good. His face soured as he recounted that meeting with EJ. The taller man slotted himself between your thighs, your cunt dragging against his bulge. He eyed you. Your furrowed brows, and sweat slick skin making a hunger flare. His larger hand ducked down and cupped your injured knee.

Your breath caught in your lungs as a sharp pain erupted, your spine bent and you cried out for him to stop. Although you were quickly ignored as he freed his cock from the confines of his jeans.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re gonna take it for me aren’t ya baby?” He urged as he flipped you onto your belly, using his weight to pin your body down. You dizzily nodded and allowed him to tug your panties down. He eased your pained leg up opening your wet, glistening entrance up to him.

“Tight lil’ thing..” he hissed as he sunk into your heat. Your mouth forming an “O” shape as he bottomed out in your pulsating sex. He didn’t wait. He didn’t need to. Your cunt slick and inviting, sucked him back in with ease.

Your eyes rolled back as he began to fuck into you, the bed protesting from the harsh weight and shaking it was receiving. Your body rocked and the air was expelled from your lungs as your lover fucked into your spent cunt.

His fat meaty cock bullying your slick pussy, the only sounds being his grunts and the sound of the skin meeting skin. Tim wrapped a thick arm around your throat squeezing you tight as he abused your sweet cunt.

Your eyes rolled back as your walls tightened, your first orgasm washing over you eliciting a loud cry of pleasure to strangle itself from your maw. But that didn’t detour your boyfriend from his onslaught.

He pulled his body up bracing himself by pressing your body against the bed and using you like a flesh light. The slick sound of your juices combining made your head spin.

“F-fuck… doll.. that’s it. Milk my cock, lil r-rape slut…” You keened at his words, sex gushing around his thick dick. Your brain felt heavy as he pushed your head into the sheets.

“You ever.. fuck.. try that ah~ shit again I’ll fucking gut you, little girl.”

[cheesecakeislazy]

I have insomnia, my phone is about to die, and I feel like I need to write! So here we go boys!! (And gals and non-binary pals) Sorry if this one is shitty TwT

Sensitivity is High

F!Reader x BEN Drowned Smut

You and Ben laid in bed together, just enjoying the moment. Nothing was going on today, it was a free day. Cuddling in bed, looking at memes, listening to music, and playing co-op games together.

While for most people, a day where you can relax with your partner would be quiet and calm, for the two of you, it was quite the opposite..

Within the other rooms of the mansion you could hear Jeff blasting metal music, you could hear Toby annoying Masky by doing anything possible, if you listened carefully you could hear the subtle sounds of Sally trying to sneak a few extra snacks before anyone noticed. While on the outside, you could hear the faint sounds of Clockwork exercising with Jane, the crunching leaves as Slender went on a walk, the sound of the front door slamming open because Masky started to chase Toby outside. Yep, this was home. Full of chaos, full of loud voices and sounds consistently. However, almost everyone within the mansion agreed that this hellhole was better than their old lives, or the life they would have now if Slender wasn’t nice enough to give them a job.

While normally you and Ben would have been joining in on the chaos, the two of you decided to really relax. No pranks, no jokes, no annoyance to others, just each others company in bed playing Minecraft. The life you had was hectic at best and mentally painful at worst, but having Ben with you? It made those shitty days not so bad.

“Alright! Tha-That’s our base d-done!” Ben was honestly really good at Minecraft, speedrunning, building, pvp, he was a Jack of all trades when it came to the game. Probably because the elf-like boy had been playing the game practically since it came out.

“Hm.. well now that we got the homebase finished, you wanna play something else?” You looked over at your boyfriend, as much as you loved playing MC with him, you were pretty bored right now.

Ben took a moment to think before he nodded, saving the game file and quitting the game before looking over at you. “S-So then what d-do you wanna play in-instead?” His voice glitched less during moments like this, alone, just the two of you in peace, it made you generate a gentle smile from your lips.

“Ah, to be completely honest? I kinda wanna just… shut down? At least for a little.. you get me?” Sometimes, as much as you loved gaming, you just wanted to take a 4 pm nap and cuddle. “O-Oh! Y-yeah! That sounds great! I-I-I wouldn’t mind that at all, Babe!” His ears tinted a slight pink at the tip, an indication that he was happy with the idea of cuddles.

As you both laid there, bodies intertwined with each other, arms and legs looped and twisted together like multicolored playdough, a part of your brain sparked curiosity. You had suddenly remembered Ben’s ears.. during more.. intimate moments.. the ears twitched consistently. It made you wonder quite a bit if the ears were extra sensitive, at least compared to the rest of his body.

Deciding to act on this sudden surge of curiosity and confidence, you shifted around slightly, making it look like you were just making yourself a little bit more comfortable. However, you were actually getting your head just a smidge bit closer to his ear, slowly you moved your mouth forward, and before Ben could question or react, you softly bit onto his ear.

The sound that came from Ben was a mixture of arousing and concerning, as you couldn’t tell if the yelp/moan was of pain or pleasure. You pulled away as soon as possible, and stared into his eye sockets.

“Sorry! I was just curious.. if they were.. sensitive.” You realized that after saying it out loud, your explanation for possibly putting your lover in pain, was extremely stupid.

“Uh- It- Uhm! N-No- N-No! Y-you real-really shouldn’t b-be-be sorry-!!” You could tell it certainly had some type of effect on him, as his voice had gotten much glitchier. You were about to open your mouth and make another apology, despite his statement, but as you shifted your leg you felt something poke you. Ah, it was that kind of sensitive..

You smirked to yourself, you found it quite adorable that by just biting his ear softly, you had given the poor man a hard-on. It was obvious that Ben was embarrassed by this fact, he hated to look needy in front of you. But unfortunately for him, he was about to look even needier..

Slowly and carefully, you began to shift your entire body lower and lower on the bed, until you had reached the point of his body that laid right in the middle of his pelvic bone. You laid right in front of his boner, Ben immediately knew what you were trying to do.

“N-no!! Y-Ya-You really don-don’t have-have to-to D-d-Do that!!” His glitchy stutters only turning you on more. You began to remove his sweatpants and boxers, as his cock lie infront of your face you looked up at Ben, wanting his consent before you actually ended up doing anything.

Thankfully, as you expected, Ben bit his lip and nodded at you to continue. Gently, you put his tip inside your mouth, precum already leaking from it. Sucking and licking softly at the head of his cock, tasting the slight sweet salty mixture, Ben threw his head back slightly and let out a few quiet groans and pants.

Slowly getting more and more of his cock into your mouth and down your throat, Ben whimpered for more. The feeling of his cocks tip hitting the very back of your throat as you sucked him off always felt so good on another level. The slight burn of your lips as they tried to stay open and fit his cock inside. Using your tongue to lick the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. Ben slowly began to get more overwhelmed by the pleasure and started to buck his hips upwards into your throat, causing you to gag slightly. The feeling of your throat gagging on his cock made him moan your name, tightly gripping onto your hair. God, you were so fucking perfect..

As you continued sucking and licking BEns cock, you saw his ears twitch in unison with his cock. Not only did it remind you of how you had gotten into this, but it also made you wonder if his ears were as sensitive as his cock..

But you weren’t able to ponder on the matter for long, as Ben had busted his load inside your mouth, filling and overwhelming your tastebuds with the sweet and salty creamy substance that made you addicted to giving this man blowjobs. Once you had lifted your head off of him, and swallowed the load he had just so kindly gifted to you, you looked up at him.

Ben looked back at you.. his red eyes no longer circular, little red hearts lay in their place.

“Switch spots with me, Baby~ And take off y-your clothes.. I’m g-gonna return the favor~” Ben licked his lips as he winked as you.

Your panties were already soaked from sucking him off, but the thought of Ben devouring your cunt made you shiver with excitement.

[vivicas-dollhouse]

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[sister-lucifer]

Toby sucking titties you say?👁️👁️👁️👁️

this one features pre op trans masc reader, as is based on the fact that i enjoy sleeping topless bc it’s very comfortable

basically on a hot summer night reader leaves their window open and decides to sleep topless to keep cool. toby is running from the police and in a panic climbs through reader’s open window. reader of course wakes up at the commotion, forgetting that they’re half naked and sitting up. toby is about to threaten them into silence and reaches for his hatches, but then he catches sight of…those.

they’re not particularly remarkable in any way, but fuck, he’s frozen. he cant stop staring.

“…ohh, don’t tell me you like these?” reader snickers, bouncing them a bit, “c’mere then, big boy. i’ll let you get a good look at them.”

before they know it toby is desperately sucking at reader’s tits, practically humping them as he feverishly jacks off and whines against their chest. the mommy issues are real

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

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Fandoms I’ll write for + specific characters

♱ Creepypasta

Jeff The killer (obviously 😻😻)

Ben Drowned

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack

Ticci Toby

You can request others but It’ll take a bit cuz I’ll have to like intense research 💪

♱ Slashers

Ghostface (Stu + billy)

Micheal Myers (both rob zombie and og)

Leatherface (both of them)

Freddie Kruger

Brahms

Charles Lee Ray

Tiffany Valentine

♱ Five Nights at Freddy’s

William Afton (I’ll do springtrap too)

Micheal Afton

♱ Southpark (all chars are aged up)

Kyle Brofloviski

Stan Marsh

Kenny McCormick

Randy Marsh

Butters Stotch

♱ Deathnote

Light

L

Misa

If I’m tempted enough I will do ryuk but only if I’m feeling silly

♱ Spooky Month

Literally only Bob

♱ Call of Duty

Ghost

König

♱ Marvel/Dc

Venom

Miguel O’Hara

Loki

Joker

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Batman

♱ Harry Potter/Fbawtft

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Draco Malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Newt Scamamander

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[bloody-peach]

Hey so I got another smut idea, but...it's with a kinda controversial character...

Ok so before you vote, I should say a few things: 1) it's gonna be all consensual. 2) the bad stuff with the original version of the fandom character will NOT be part of my interpretation of said character.

So with that said..............

[x3r1k4x]

Animal He’s Become

A Jeff the Killer x Daryl Dixon FanFic

TW: SMUT / CURSING / MENTIONS OF DEATH

(Before you read I just want to mention I wrote this 3 years ago at 4 in the morning. This is a Crackfic. ENJOY ^3^)

On a cool fall evening, daryl quietly walked through the woods. hunting for food was harder as the air started to become colder, animals hibernating. he was starving , hasn’t eaten anything filling in days.

he lost his group not too long ago, it being dark and all. he sighed , putting his crossbow down beside him as he sunk onto the ground by a tree. he sat there , his mind going a thousand miles per hour. asking himself how he got here , why any of this started. so many questions he had for the last couple years he would constantly ask himself , stayed unanswered.

a snap of a branch , daryl was brought back to reality and looked around him. waiting for whatever it was to come out as he got up and drew out his crossbow.

“well would you look at what i found” he heard behind him and he turned around. “woah buddy watch where you’re pointing that thing, i just wanted to see my prey up close” daryl could barely make out this guys face in the dark. but he didn’t sound sane and that’s all he needed to know before he stepped back farther away, still pointing his crossbow at the mysterious man.

“i guess you don’t wanna talk hm? you know it’s been harder to find people these days, but when i do they always point weapons at me.” he pulled a knife out of his hoodie pouch, “what happened to being scared? to begging for your life?” he stopped closer to daryl.

“what’s yer name” daryl stood still , watching this guys every move. the man chuckles , “i’m Jeff, Jeff the Killer” “an’ ya think i’m suppose to believe that? kinda name your parents gave you?”

Jeff stood there speechless, no one had ever talked with such power to him before. he was starting to get nervous. “a what’s with that big ol’ smile on yer damn face? ya look fuckin’ stupid” Jeff couldn’t believe this guy. who was he ?

“enough about me tough guy, what about you? what’s your name?” Jeff crossed his arms looking at the man before him. “Names Daryl. How many walkers you killed?”

“walkers? the fuck are those ? i only kill people.” jeff laughed out loud. Daryl looked at Jeff puzzled. who in this world , had no idea what a walker is? “enough, im done waiting , im going to kill you now” daryl widened his eyes “can’t kill me, if you already dead” daryl shoots his crossbow , the arrow hitting the tree as jeff dodged it.

Jeff moved so fast daryl could hardly believe he was human (or was he?). before he could aim again jeff had daryl on the ground, his cross bow beside him. “you think you’re funny huh? no one can kill me, it’s impossible.” Jeff pointed his knife under daryl’s chin. “no, do me a favour. and Go.To.Sleep” before jeff could do anything daryl grabbed jeff by the arms and pinned jeff to the ground , now on top of him.

“an you can’t kill me.” the moonlight shone on Jeff’s face and he could now see clearer. Jeff’s leathery skin, his non-existent eye sockets, the carved out smile in his face. blood splattered on his face , his hair and his hood. Daryl couldn’t look away. he was kind of mesmerized by him.

“take a picture it last longer” jeff spoke, with what could be a smirk he can’t tell. “why donchu shut up bitch” Jeff blushed at daryl’s words. “ah i see, you like bein degraded like how ya should be” daryl took the knife out of jeff’s right hand and tossed it away. “won’t be needin that”

jeff stared at daryl, his brunette locks perfectly placed over his face , his blue eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. he too was mesmerized by daryl. Jeff took one for the team and leaned in to kiss daryl with whatever lips he had left on his face.

daryl cupped jeff’s face gently and became one in the miss with jeff. his thumb rubbing jeff’s cheek. Daryl’s other hand exploring jeff’s clothed body, his hand slipping underneath jeff’s hoodie. his warm hands against jeff’s cold skin.

“mm” jeff moaned into the kiss, his arms above his head. Daryl took that as an invitation to start undoing jeff’s belt and unzipping his black jeans. his hand over jeff’s growing bulge. “Daryl..~” jeff groans, he hasn’t been touched like this before. it was all so new to him he just let daryl do his thing.

daryl took no time to rip jeff’s pants off down, now down to a hoodie and underwear, jeff was shivering in the cold. “don worry boy, i’ll warm ya up real good in a bit” before he knew it his boxers were peeled off of him and his legs were spread wide open, his feet over his head.

daryl’s (clean) fingers massaged jeff’s hole gently , feeling the smaller man squirm under his touch. “i can’t wait no longer” and with that, daryl pulls his cock out of his boxers. he strokes himself and spits on jeff’s hole, rubbing the tip of his cock at his entrance (or exit).

“i’m going to do you real good, you’ll be warm in no time. and you’ll regret ever tryin ta kill me”

his cock slowly inching into jeff, pulsating and throbbing. “fuck..you’re so tight” jeff moans at daryl’s words, he can’t seem to speak or make any other noise. his body taking in all the pleasure.

Jeff takes his right hand and jerks himself off slowly as daryl is balls deep in his ass. after waiting a minute daryl starts moving a bit faster, picking up a pace and thrusting into jeff. “daryl please..” jeff moans quietly , his breath shaking. a warm feeling weld up inside him that he’d never felt before , it felt so good to him. he wanted to keep feeling it forever.

“imma fuck you so good” daryl turns jeff over onto his hands and knees. hand on jeff’s head pushing it into the ground as he starts pounding relentlessly into jeff’s ass.

stroking himself , precum leaking from his own cock, jeff tried to keep his voice down as he moans “i’m- im going to.. “ daryl grabbed both sides of jeff’s waist and thrusted like his life depended on it. “i’m gunna fill you up so good…”

jeff could feel daryl’s dick twitching within him, bringing himself closer to orgasm. he stroked his cock faster “ahh fuck!” daryl’s cum filled jeff’s ass, still thrusting to bring jeff to his own orgasm.

feeling the cum drip out of his ass as he was being fucked made jeff’s body feel warm and fuzzy, “daryl i’m gunna.. cum” “do it bitch” daryl slapped his ass, and like a button was pressed jeff came all over the ground. his body shaking and him moaning.

“wanna kill me now?” jeff looked at daryl , who was now kneeling beside him. “never” jeff said as he slowly drifted to slumber.