#creepypasta x reader

[tommytomatoe]

i’ve read the same fanfics like 7 times cause i can’t find new ones 😞

[blxvdlusttxx]

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 Ticci Toby, Jeff the Killer, Liu Woods, Eyeless Jack, Nina the Killer x reader (separate)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 The creeps and how they give and receive hickeys

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 NSFW, sexual content (all parts), Mentions of blood (EJ's part) accidental minor injuries (EJ and Toby's) mentions of sex, mentions of rough sex (Jeff), Pre-established relationship, no use of y/n, mentions of abuse (Toby's part)

Reader is mainly G!N, but some of Nina's part is aimed at a fem!aligned reader or a reader who wears makeup

⦻ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 ⦻

Ugh i need him so bad- WHO SAID THAT

He loves them, giving and receiving

He of course can't feel pain, but the feeling of the pressure of his skin between your teeth and your hair tickling his neck makes his head spin and body feel fuzzy

If you pull his hair while giving them to him he'll melt, the feeling of his head getting pulled back rips a needy whine from his throat instantly

He wears them with absolute pride, no shame at all

he was abused and has been bullied practically all his life, the fact that you love him enough to mark him as yours makes him all giddy and teary eyed MY SWEETIE UGH

If he's teased about them (particularly Jeff cause he's a literal goblin) he'll brush them off with a dopey grin on his face

When he sees them in the mirror he gets bright red and flustered, his cheeks turning a pretty pink

His favorite place to receive hickeys are on his neck and surprisingly his hips

He's very ticklish on the sides of his stomach and hips

While he can't feel pain, people with CIPA can feel tickling and respond very well to it, so your gentle kisses and love bites have him breathily giggling

Cutie pie always turns into a squirming mess

Now giving them, he can be a little shy about it

He's accidentally bitten too hard due to his ticks, definitely headbutted you a couple times by accident so he's a little hesitant

If you grabbed him by his hair and pulled him where you wanted them though? good luck getting him off of you

He like's leaving them on the sides of your neck, but if you're a little shyer about having visible hickeys, he'll leave a couple of small ones that you can easily cover with your hair or a hood

He also likes leaving them on your thighs before he... ya kneoww

Hearing your soft moans and gasps as he sucks bruises into your skin has him fighting not to bust then and there ngl... he just loves you okay

Can you tell he's my favorite to write for

⦻ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⦻

This little shit

Be prepared to be COVERED in them

I mean covered he has ZERO SHAME

he's not big on receiving them, he can't sit still long enough honestly

but he'll take his sweet ass time giving them to you

he's so mf rough with it too, they're definitely gonna be tender when he's done with you

he makes them huge too just to add to the embarrassment

His favorite place to give you them is your neck and chest

While he's pounding you into the mattress (or anywhere let's be honest he'd fuck you in a gas station bathroom if you let him) he'll be sucking and biting your neck and wherever he can reach

If you can manage to pin him long enough to give them to him, he's a mess

It's hard to tell when he's blushing due to the skin bleaching and burns scattered around his body, but the tips of his ears are bright pink

Just don't point it out or he'll throw a hissy fit

He does like the attention, but he'll be squirming the entire time, too eager to get his hands on you

If you pin his hands down however, he'll be absolutely whipped for you a giant brat about it

If you can't get this goblin to sit still, just climb on his lap, grind your hips down on his cock and suck on his neck he'll be groaning and panting in no time

He like's getting them on his collar bones/shoulders

He, like Toby, would wear them with pride if you left them on his neck

It's just something about the way that when they're only for him to see when he takes off his sweater that riles him up

⦻ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 ⦻

He can't really receive them, well he can but they're barely visible due to his grey skin

He likes them in private places like his shoulders and thighs

He's not big on giving them to you either, he has razor sharp teeth so it makes giving you hickeys a bit difficult

He's accidentally drawn blood from nicking you with his teeth numerous times unless your into that then woof good luck getting him off of you

Contrary to popular belief, he's actually very gentle with you in bed unless he's in heat then you're not gonna be able to walk for a week

Since you're likely human, he knows you're fragile compared to his demonic strength so he's very gentle and calculated

He knows bodily anatomy better than anyone, knowing exactly what places will make you fall apart

He'll leave subtle hickeys on your most sensitive parts

He doesn't leave them super dark, just dark enough that you can tell what it is to avoid nicking you

When you try and leave them on him, he'll let you, gently running his claws through your hair while chuckling at your eager attempts to mark him

⦻ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐮 ⦻

Such a soft and gentle lover

Liu is very reserved, so he's not one to want them in visible places

if you leave them on his neck he will basically glue his scarf to himself in public to avoid drawing attention to his neck, he already hides the scar there, he doesn't want to draw more attention to it

Like Toby, he likes then you leave them on the sides of his stomach and his hips

it's private, and when you hug him he can feel the pleasurable pain of the tender bruises and that alone could have him rubbing his thighs together

When you look up at him with that glint in your eye and teasing smile on your face while your marking his hips? he's gone, resorted to a panting mess with his hips bucking

He likely won't leave them visible places on you either

His favorite place to leave them is on your ribs and chest

He likes hickeys when they're only for you both to see, it's like a dirty little secret between the both of you and it honestly flusters him a bit

He enjoys hickeys because it makes him feel like your claiming him as yours, he can get a little self conscious sometimes, especially if your around the more flirty people in the mansion or if your around his brother

But when he gets alone he'll just lift up his shirt and smile, cheeks dusting a faint pink

If you notice him feeling like this, and slide your hand around his waist, gently pressing into where you've left hickeys as a reminder that he's yours, he'll be practically dragging you up to your shared bedroom

He's cute with leaving hickeys on you too, often leaving them in shapes of little hearts scattered around your chest

⦻ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⦻

god she's obsessed with them

Literally leave them EVERYWHERE on her, and she could die happy

She's not afraid to flaunt them, she'll even often wear more revealing clothing like a tank top to show them off

And rub them in Jeff's face pfft

She's obsessed with you, you're her entire world, so leaving those marks on her makes her all blushy and giggly

She's okay with leaving them anywhere on you, she just likes leaving them on you

Like Liu, she'll often leave them in little shapes like hearts or starts

Yes she has and continues to mark her name into your skin

Please do the same to her oh my god you'll have her whining and so prettily flustered

She's such a sweetheart I love her so bad

Along with hickeys, if you leave them while wearing lipstick? she'll marry you right there

you have to force her to wipe the lipstick off cause she will not take it off

If you're not a fan of visible hickeys, she'll leave them in hidden places and just leave lipstick kisses on your neck and face (if you'll let her)

Please let her you will not regret seeing the pure joy in her eyes

[jad0re-g0re]

Y'all fw Tobias Halloween fit?

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Toby: Who else is egg-cited for Easter?

Tim:

Y/N: Well all I can say is I’m egg-stremely ready for this egg hunt.

Tim: Please don’t encourage him.

Brian: Those Easter eggs really are to dye for.

Tim: Stop it-

Natalie: All these Easter egg puns really crack me up.

Tim: [Sigh]

[mistytanzanite]

Imagine riding Toby into the mattress, bouncing on his cock like he’s a toy. Being so mean and degrading him. His moans are so fucking loud and sweet, those beautiful brown eyes looking up at you like you hung the stars.

Then, you let a little praise slip out and suddenly he’s nutting into you, moans increasing in pitch as his eyes roll into the back of his skull.

Toby loves getting degraded, sure, but don’t praise him unless you want him to nut right then and there.

I haven’t written smut in like a year so its not very good lol

[just1cefor4ll]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ early morning with Jeff

—imagine lying next to Jeff—he hasn’t moved in hours, but with him, stillness means nothing. You’re on your back, and he’s pressed close, an arm draped lazily over your stomach. You try to shift, just a little, careful not to wake him.

but Jeff doesn’t sleep deeply, he never does.

due to him having no eyelids you never truly know when he’s awake— and so he watches you, minutes passing by letting you shift uncomfortably and huff in slight annoyance. then, without a sound, his hand slips beneath your shirt. slow, intentional. it slides up your skin until it reaches your neck, where his fingers curl, propping himself up on one elbow to hover his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Morning, doll.”

[crushedsweets]

CREEPED VISUAL NOVEL Link, tutorial, extra art, Q&A, some chatter

The CREEPED Prologue is completely free and browser-ready. Gameplay is about 10 minutes. Please read the "tutorial" and notes before playing!

Follow Y/N and their dog, Max, through their grandparents' farm and a mysterious forest filled with...less than fortunate people!

PLAY HERE; works best on PC

This visual novel is powered by GOOGLE SLIDES! It has 0 programming and was created by one person in a little over a month, so please bear with any "bugs" and clunkiness!

TUTORIAL

>Click using mouse/trackpad >Go slowly to not break game >Do not use arrow or space keys

EXTRA NOTES:

>Works best on PC/Browser, I haven't tested the full game on mobile yet >In general, clicking the PNGs on the textbox (Apple, Teddy Bear, Hatchet, etc) will lead you to the right page >If you land on a page that tells you to "go back," that's when you should click the back-arrow key. If your cursor disappears, it doesn't register the click correctly >I recommend moving your cursor periodically to avoid it disappearing and sending you to the wrong page

EXTRA ART

some WIPS and the original sprite-style i was gonna choose LOOOOOOOL

Q&A

Q: Is this an x reader? A: This is a reader-insert, but it's not romantic and I try to keep it as neutral and unidentifiable as possible! Q: What's the plot? A: GENERALLY AND WITHOUT SPOILERS, your dog gets you into trouble and you're just looking to help him!

Q: Who is in the prologue? A: Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate! More will be added in future chapters.

Q: When will future chapters be posted? A: Not sure! This took me about a month to do, and half was spent over winter break. I will try to get chapter 1 posted before summer, but I am a full-time student, employed, have extracurriculars, etc etc

ok thats all i only remember 4 questions feel free to ask more LMAO

CHATTER(because you know i can talk forever)

ok i just wanted to be able to talk about how the process was with this and how i feel about the results and whatnot...

ive been wanting to make a google slides visual novel since i was like 13 LOL it hit the point where i was repeatedly told i should just learn to code but i was like NOOOOO ITS GOTTA BE GOOGLE SLIDESSSS which is totally stupid but hey. i think that gives it some sort of simple charm that reminds me of being 16 and doing little projects in my room LOL i like working with the easiest tools . my bad

anyway. im just very happy LOL. it's not perfect but i feel like i came full circle in a sense?!?! i've been into creepypasta since i was 9 and it comforted me when things were really hard, and when i was 18 i was going through a really hard time and got back into creepypasta as a way to distract myself. i've always had a habit of throwing myself into fiction for escapism when things suuucked.

i'm 20 now but i've met SO many amazing people, had so many fun awesome exciting projects with friends, created tons of stuff im proud of, felt more motivated to create since i was like 13, have been inspired by so many amazing artists/authors on here, etc. just so so so lucky to find community in such a tight-knit cute fandom that thrives off of creativity and playing around! i hope i can keep the momentum and make a couple more chapters this year, but im kinda busy with school and work...LOL . i'm just excited to have this posted so i can have more discussion about it T_T

anyway thank you if you read this far and thank you if you played etc etc yaahhhhhh omg ok BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING im just so grateful to be in this fandom

[acexsmhking]

𝕱𝖑𝖎𝖗𝖙, 𝕷𝖚𝖘𝖙, 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚

: ̗̀➛ Knight!Toby x Queen!Reader

Summary: Following announcement of her husband, she meets his knights. Where one seems to catch her eye.

Warning(s): 18 content, crass language, brief mentions of infidelity, silly knights

Any servant passing by through the halls could see the look of disgust, hate and pure irritation plastered on the Queen’s face. King Arthur, her husband, requested her presence at the Round Table. Wanting to introduce her to his most trusted and chosen knights from the courts. She was absolutely aghast that he had come to personally invite her.

“If I do recall, I wished for you to be dead before coming to my door.” She growled, eyes narrowing at him. Arthur sighed, shoulders heavy as he tried reasoning with her. “My dear—” A harsh glare cutting him off. “My Queen. I simply just want you to meet the knights. It’s good for their moral to meet their Queen.” He pleaded, eyes begging. God why did it hurt so much still? To even look at him? And now he wants her to sit next to him for gods know how long?

“I will Arthur, just removed your presence from my damned doorway.” She sighed, turning away from him as shuffled footsteps sounded.

Yes, a fantastical way to ruin the brightness of her morning. Her ladies flanked beside her, one fanning her. They knew her too way, she was anxious. And the anxiety was only going to make her sweat, not what she needed meeting the chosen knights of The King. Especially since the room was most likely musty. As rooms occupying men were, awfully sweaty critters. She didn’t need to embarrass herself infront of them. Before even reaching the door she could hear the loud laughing and talking, how annoying.

“Her Grace has arrived.” One of the door knights called, she stood in the doorway slowly looking over all the knights one by one. Her cold gaze made a few swallow or cough in embarrassment. The men calming and finding their seats one by one. “My darling!” Arthur exclaimed, breathless as he walked towards her holding a hand out. Her lip twitched, by she allowed it. Afterall, in-front of others she must be dignified. Arthur helped her in an empty seat next to his own, carefully tucking her in. Her fingers grazed the table. The very table her father gave as her dowry. To long love and devotion. What foolery.

“Thank you, dear.” She gritted, barely glancing at him as he stood in front of his seat. “Darling, I would love for you to meet Sir Gawin, my nephew. I have waited a long while to be able to call him my knight.” Arthur stood proudly, Gawin bowed to her, bright eyes and all. “It’s so exciting to meet you! My Queen!” He coughed, a faint blush on his cheeks. He was still young, but no matter a proper age. His childish excitement warmed her heart just a little. She smiled, nodding to him. “The honor is mine, dear nephew.” Arthur pointed beside Gawin, a tall bearded man with gentle eyes.

“And Sir Bedivere, one of my— our best loyalists.” Arthur said gently, a small cringe when correcting himself. Oh how kind of him. Tight lip smile nodding to him, before looking to the rest. They took a moment as Arthur introduced the rest, fine men. It took her a while to repeat all their names. Sir Gawin, Bedivere, Kay, Bors, Lamorak, Tristian, Gareth and Sir Percival. Oh yes, this would be so easy. The last two remained. “And this is Lionel a brave man. You should see him drink!” Arthur joked, the rest laughing as Lionel flushed. “Not in front of my Queen, your Majesty.” He slouched. “And my most trusted and fiercest knight. Tobias.” Arthur smiled, finally you noticed the knight almost closest to you. He’d kept his helm on, pressed so far against his chair he looked like he’d become one with it.

But he glanced at you before looking down, bowing deeply. “An honor, my lady.” His voice was deep, slightly muffled by the metal of his helmet. “You may rise dear knight.” You smiled, he was so well mannered, obedient. No wonder Arthur liked him. Soon the meeting progressed, from what you could hear — not that you were really paying attention, they were simply just talking. Man things, some political decisions by mostly things you had no interest of knowing. Occasionally Gawin would try including you, something Arthur had no manners in. Forgetting you, of course. Oh what a sweet boy, how could he still be one after hanging around Arthur. Dimwitted nuisance.

Happy thoughts, don’t drive yourself insane. You noticed how silent Sir Tobias was, mostly like you. Only answering when acknowledged, he seemed to pay no mind. You wondered why he did not reveal his face. An offense no knight would commit lightly, but perhaps he was an expecting Arthur allowed. You began tapping your fingers impatiently, already sick of this stuffy room and Arthur’s horrible jokes.

A knock sounded the grand door before her lady in waiting walked in, “My Queen, lunch.” She nodded towards the others and bowed to the King as you walked towards her. “Do you wish for me to join?” Arthur asked, sheepish as his shoulders tensed. She halted just a bid before turning back towards him. “No need, I don’t want to disturb the rest of your important meeting.” She felt a small bit of pride as she watched his shoulders slump down. Let that be a lesson to him on not annoying her.

“That damned bastard!” She huffed, finally able to remove her shawl in the comfort of her own room, looking over the yard from her balcony. At first, she had wanted to find some other room after that dreaded night. But she chose not too after much consideration.. she never wanted to forget his betrayal. Lessen her heart to him once more. “Please my lady, think less of my brother and more about yourself.” Morgan frowned, fanning her dear Queen and Sister-in-law. Yet, the tapping of her foot continued a nasty little habit she picked up.

“I’m sorry Morgan, I have forgotten myself I shouldn’t have—” Morgan shushed her before patting her shoulder. “I take no offense, I know well by now my brother deserves it.” Her heart ached, she wished she had more people to confide in. But the life of a noble is lonely, Morgan would be her only companion in this life along with Elaine. How much she wished she had Arthur back.. she missed his words. No, it was far gone now. It’d been years and she’s moved on. She’d commit to her duties as Queen, she wouldn’t leave her poor citizens. Even if snuffing Arthur in his sleep was quite enticing.

Sat on the stone bench by her tree, she wrote to her parents. It had been a long while since their last visit and she missed them terribly. She knew better though to tell them anything, they’d wholly trusted Arthur to take good care of her and she didn’t have the heart to tell them his sins. She stared for a good moment at a morning bird perched, staring right back at her. “— And so I was telling father!” Gawin stopped speaking once he noticed her, quickly bowing. “My Queen! Apologies.” He mumbled, nervous feet shuffling as he turned to reach for Toby.

She smiled, the sweet child was still so.. boyish. Motioning for them, she greeted them both. Of course, Tobias remained silent.. and helmed but she paid it no mind. “Tell me, how are your parents?” Gawin’s eyes lite up, she was talking to him. Actually talking to him! He’d been dying to meet her for so long, all of them had truthfully. But Arthur merely said she wouldn’t understand or wasn’t interested in them. A load of crap he believed but he knew better than to just say it out right. Uncle or not, Arthur was his King. “Oh mom’s doing just fine! Well as fine as she can be, early stages of pregnancy aren’t easy on her.” She raised a brow, leaning back to properly look at him.

“Morgause is pregnant? How wonderful your father must be delighted!” She laughed, she’d have to remember to write to her and say her congratulations. “Indeed! I’m hoping for a girl but you know how Kings are. Boys, boys, boys! All father talks about.” He shrugged, becoming a bit loose, maybe too much but Tobias held his tongue. Not his family, who knew how close the Queen liked being to her family. “What of you Sir Tobias?” She asked hesitantly. He’d just been standing there the whole time, like a statue. Toby shook his head, “No, it’s just me. Mother swore off children after me.” He mused. She laughed, head nodding.

He liked her laugh.. he knew Queens were supposed to be beautiful but she was.. exceptional. “I myself am an only child. Oh I pestered my parents so long for a sibling.” She said, standing and again motioning for them to follow her. Obediently, they took sides of their Queen, almost as if they were escorting her more than talking to her. “What of you and Uncle?” Gawin asked, innocently unaware of how much the question made her eyes twitch. “I’m sure such things will happen as the gods wish.” She replied flatly.

The rest of the walk to the throne room was silent, an obvious tension. Toby couldn’t help but sneak glances at her, hidden eyes set on her. He managed to see her from distances, first time he thought she was a goddess. Rumors did no justice to the Queen’s beauty. Not to mention she smelled heavenly.. was that weird? Shifting more comfortably on her throne she was thankfully nearly no one else was here. Mostly just guards patrolling and standing at attention. Looking back to the two Knights she eased back.

“Please Sir Toby, tell me about yourself.” She had to admit.. selfishly she was incredibly noisy about his story. Especially why his face was hidden. He shifted uncomfortably, Arthur had advised him the Queen wasn’t.. practically interested in them. “There.. isn’t too much about me, Your Majesty. I am but an orphan raised by my mother before she showed me in court.” She raised a brow, leaning forward just a bit prompting him to continue. “Is your mother.. close with the King?” The question tasted bitter, heavy on her tongue. “Not that I know of, more so just an ally.” He answered honestly, shoulders jerking under his armor. The sound itself made him cringe. Before she could ask the grand doors opened, Arthur walked in with his sister Morgan.

“Look at you! As beautiful as ever my dear.” Arthur chuckled, kissing her softly on her cheeks. She rolled her eyes but allowed him, in front of guests she had little to no choice. “Well, thank you Sir Toby, Sir Gawin for walking with me.” A strained smile playing on her lips as she stood abruptly walking down the steps. Toby stretched a hand, steadying her as she approached. “Thank you.” She nodded, sparing him a smile. “Of course, My Queen.” He bowed, watching her walk down the hall and out the door. Arthur patted his shoulder, chuckling. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” Toby stiffened, but nodded. “Yes, Sire.”

“I do say, that Sir Toby sure does have his eyes on you.” Morgan smirked, she barely looked back to her focused on before her. “What nonsense, he’s a Knight and I am his Queen.” She scoffed, but her fiddling fingers told a different story. “I still don’t know why he hides himself.” She asked, prompting Morgan to speak. “Well, some say he has a scarred face. Chewed through his own cheek he did!” She explained, carefully filling the tub with warm water. “Chewed his own cheek? Sure that can’t be right?” Her brow cocked up as she slowly fiddled with the laces of her dress. “They say he doesn’t feel pain, Your Highness.”

As she settled into the water, she allowed Elaine to wash her. “It’s true! I heard the knights talking about it. Teasing him for being shy in front of his Queen.” She hinted, playfully nudging her shoulder. Groaning she hid her head under the water as the two girls laughed. “Arthur allows him though, only exception. They’re incredibly close.” Morgan explained, gently combing her Queen’s hair. That thought alone made her stomach churn. Close? Did he know? Has he ever helped him? Elaine looked sincere as she held her hand. “Don’t worry, I don’t think any of them know of Arthur’s dishonesty. He wouldn’t want to lose such important allies.” She grimaced, an honest truth. Arthur would hide all his wrongdoings just to have them by his side.

: ̗̀➛ Omg okay this sucked ass but I needed to introduce more characters and shit to make sure y’all had everything down. Not writing Guinevere’s name is proving a bit of trouble it’s almost like I gotta. She forcing me beyond the grave y’all. Anyways I just wanna get to the porn BUT NO I PROMISE I SHALL BUILD BACKSTORY…. I just want Toby’s pp:((

Thank you @noctiva @moriitis @z0mb1luvr & @an-3moia for the support!!🖤

— Ace

[nymph-ette111]

NINA THE KILLER MOOD BOARD

I'm having way too much fun with these

[just-a-creep-babe]

What Makes You Tick - Chapter 10

(Ticci Toby x Reader)

Waaaaah so so sO sorry abt sUCH a long wait btwn chapters, I had a huge commission to write!! Tysm to the person who commissioned my longest one shot yet <3

And without further ado, hope y’all enjoy ch 10!!

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Taglist: @nyx-daughterofchaos98 @kindadolly @guineveresghost @cedarwood-05

Divider by @plum98

Toby’s words stick with you.

Even as you shower after eating, rinsing away the dried dirt and fresh peeling wounds from your damaged skin, you can't stop thinking about what he said.

There’s no going back.

Your first thought is that he’s lying.

He’s trying to intimidate you into behaving. He's trying to strip away your few remaining scraps of hope to break you down into a perfectly compliant victim.

It might just be the denial talking, but you don't trust it—don't trust him—even despite your previous inclination that he might not be all that bad.

You force yourself to forget that disarming look in his eyes as you scrub the filth from beneath your nails.

No going back.

Then again, there's always the possibility that you've got it all wrong.

Maybe he'd meant it as more of a warning than a threat. Maybe he was implying that the longer you stick around, the less likely you are to make it out alive.

Maybe it was his way of warning you to escape the very first chance you get—before it's too late.

You avoid the mirrors as you change into the fresh set of clothes they left out for you. Even though it's kind of ridiculous, you don't have it in you to face the hard truth; this nightmare's changed you. You're afraid of what you might find in your reflection.

With nowhere else to go and nothing else to do, you end up returning to the room you woke up in, right across the hall.

You close the door behind yourself, then dump your dirty bundle of clothes onto the drawer and sit on the bed.

Your skin's buzzing.

You're strangely out of breath, and you feel undeniably weak. The stress of this whole thing is getting to you; you feel the early warning signs of a fever creeping in through your immune system.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

It's ok, you're ok. You're all alone now, and, for the time being, you're safe.

It works for the first few minutes, but after a few more deep breaths, your lungs start to feel... off.

It's like something's clinging to the inside of your chest.

You try to cough through it, but to no avail. It doesn't clear your lungs and, if anything, you're instead greeted with the taste of blood once more.

When you try to cough one more time, the room starts to spin and teeter around you.

You furrow your brows, trying to shake the feeling away.

Something rings in your ears—a low, quiet hum that turns into a murmur of static filling your mind.

It’s not the first time this happens.

Your attention snaps to the window, almost like muscle memory.

Your sight's drawn to the darkness of the woods. The leaves rustle on their branches; a warning sign that a storm's about to hit. Dark, roiling clouds overtake the sunlight.

You shake your head again.

In an attempt to distract yourself from the throbbing noise inside your head, you think about Toby.

You debate seeking him out—alone again, without the other two around—to figure out what’s happening. The brief glimpses of information he offered this morning weren't enough to satisfy you, and after digesting your food and showering, you're finally in a better headspace to talk to him.

Or, at least, you would be, if that mind-numbing static wasn't persisting.

You ignore the urge to look outside again.

You try to think about something else—anything else to distract yourself from wanting to investigate the forest.

But it doesn’t help.

Goosebumps nip at your skin. The hairs at your nape stand stiff, and though you’re not looking at it, it almost feels like the woods are looking at you.

You purse your lips. You’re being ridiculous; no one’s watching you. You’re in the middle of nowhere—what could possibly even be out there?

While you could theoretically bite the bullet and look, you just can’t bring yourself to do so. You try to wait for the feeling to pass, but it lingers, and you feel increasingly anxious just sitting around and doing nothing.

Leave the room.

It seems like the next best option. You look at the door just a few feet away. It'd be as good a time as any to seek Toby out. Hell, at this point, you'd even go to Hoodie or Masky if it meant a decent distraction. You feel so vulnerable alone.

It seems like a good idea, and yet, when you tell yourself to move, you can't. You’re paralyzed.

As though some old instinct of self-preservation has kicked in, you can't bring yourself to budge. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until your lungs start to burn.

Sweat beads at your hairline.

And yet, none of these reactions seems logical. All things considered, you're in about as safe a space as you could be in right now. No one else is around—as far as you're aware—and even if there was something in the woods, it's not like it could reach you through the closed window, anyway.

Something seems very, very wrong, but you just don't know what it is.

Toby. Where’s Toby?

It seems ironic; Toby's always the first person to come to mind whenever you need help.

You close your eyes and count backward.

The seconds tick by slowly, heavily. Like time is wading through quicksand.

Your hands are shaking on your lap. The static ebbs and flows in your mind, almost like the sound of the ocean. It’s rhythmic and methodical, and if you allowed yourself to succumb to it, it'd almost be... relaxing.

Your head hurts.

There's a pressure inside your skull threatening to split your head open. It's like something's slithered its way inside your brain and you're both crammed together and there's just not enough space for both of you.

You feel strangely violated.

The rush of static ebbs and flows—like someone breathing, you realize.

Something’s inside your head.

As soon as the thought comes to mind, you snap out of your paralysis.

You stand—too quickly, bringing another wave of dizziness through your system—and stumble to the door.

Out. You don't know what's going on—why you're suddenly going crazy. All you know is that you need to get out.

You grab the handle, turn it open... but it doesn’t budge.

No.

No, no, no—that’s not possible.

You just closed it behind you—you didn’t even lock it.

You twist it in the opposite direction and pull again—then twist it the other way and yank it as hard as possible, but it’s not opening.

Your hands are clammy, your heart pounding your eardrums.

It’s behind you, you know it is.

You don’t want to look back—but what other choice do you have?

Slowly, with the reluctance of someone clinging to the few remaining scraps of normalcy in their life, you turn around.

There, in front of you is… nothing.

But, out of your peripheral, you see it; an impossibly pale white face in the window. Said window, of which, is open.

It wasn’t open before.

You spin to face it, but there's nothing there. No faceless monster peering at you with eyes that aren't there.

But that window shouldn’t be open.

You walk forward.

As you get closer, you notice a single black spider crawling on the lip of the window. You watch as it weaves its web, like nothing about this place is amiss. And you suddenly can’t tell if you’re going crazy or if the world has turned on its head and you're the only normal one left.

As you’re thinking maybe you just need some sleep, that's when it happens.

Something long, razor-sharp and inky black, like a spider’s appendage, slowly steps in through the open window.

And that thing from outside is now in the room with you.

You open your eyes.

The ceiling looks familiar.

It looks like you’re in the small room of an old, somewhat dilapidated cabin.

You glance around, and a migraine pierces through your skull.

A flood of memories accompanies the pain.

That’s right, you think, the men brought you here.

You look outside. It’s dark. You wonder how long you’ve been sleeping for. You must’ve passed out from exhaustion—this whole thing has been wearing you down.

You sit up, then pause for a few seconds as a familiar rush of vertigo throws your balance off. And then once it passes, you plant your feet to the ground and slowly stand up.

You’re still wearing the clothes you put on after showering. You must’ve been really tired to fall asleep in them, because you hate sleeping with clothes on.

Either way, you don't overthink it too much as you stumble out of the room.

The hallway is dark and silent. There aren't any lights on, leaving your only source of light to be the bits of moonlight filtering in through the sparse windows around the cabin.

Is everyone sleeping?

You creep through the hall, the floorboards groaning as you press your weight down onto them.

Your first instinct, for some reason, isn’t to leave. It’s to check for Toby.

You stumble across a few rooms that aren’t too dissimilar from the one you woke up in. But they’re all empty.

Where the hell did they all go?

Eventually, you end up in front of the entrance door.

You hesitate.

It'd be so easy—you could just walk out. Walk away from this nightmare. And yet, you’re reluctant to do so. It somehow feels like a trap.

You stand in front of the doorway, waiting, contemplating something that you don’t quite fully understand.

There’s no going back.

You don’t want to die here, don’t want your complacency to be the end of you.

You grip the handle, turn the door open, and walk out.

You wake in a familiar place.

You’re in the small room of an old, somewhat dilapidated cabin.

That’s right, you think, you’re in your room.

Birds chirp outside, their song reaching you even through the closed window.

You sit up, only for the remnants of an old migraine to return. You flinch, cradling your head, and a deep cough racks through your lungs.

There's no denying it anymore; you're getting sick.

Once the cough subsides, you smell… pancakes?

The smell clears your mind for a brief moment of lucidity. You blink, taking another look at your surroundings, and again, you feel off.

This isn’t your room, you think. You want to go home.

With a shaky breath, you cough again, then stand.

You follow the smell of breakfast to the kitchen.

Toby’s cooking.

He’s poking at a fluffy pancake in the pan with a fork, while the other two men are sitting around the table, enjoying their breakfast.

They’re all wearing their masks, though Hoodie and Masky have theirs pushed to the side to eat. You’ve already seen part of Masky’s face, so his sideburns and stubble don’t surprise you, but it’s the first time you’ve seen Hoodie with his mask lifted over his nose.

You take note of his features, the shape and size of his lips and jaw, but otherwise pay him little mind. You’re too distracted by the promise of food.

Neither of them so much as glances in your direction as you make your way in. Except Toby.

When he turns around and sees you, he hums.

“Y-you’re up!”

He whistles a single note, then shakes the pancake out of the pan and onto a plate.

Your mouth waters at the sight.

You’re famished.

When he invites you to take a seat, you certainly don't argue with him.

You slip into the empty chair between Masky and Hoodie, and Toby fumbles to get the plate in front of you, along with a fresh mug of coffee and a cold bottle of water.

You waste no time digging in.

There’s milk and maple syrup on the table, which you gladly use. Even though it's hard to ignore the pill bottles scattered about the table, you pretend they're not there.

It's a strange situation to be in, all things considered. You never thought you'd be eating brunch alongside the three men who abducted you. But you're, at the very least, thankful they're ignoring you right now.

You shift in your seat, try to act like everything's normal, everything's fine, and wordlessly eat.

After breakfast, the three end up splitting ways. You inevitably stick with Toby, who invites you for a walk through the woods.

You're surprised he's ok with letting you out of the cabin, though you suppose it makes sense. As far as you can tell, this place is deep into the forest; you'd undoubtedly get lost if you even tried to escape.

You take a deep breath of fresh air as you walk alongside him.

The ground is still freshly wet from last night's rain. The leaves and foliage sparkles with a layer of morning dew, and even though it's early, with the sun having just recently crest upon the horizon, the forest is already awake and teeming with life.

Oddly enough, your mind is at peace.

You've been getting used to Toby's unpredictable jerky movements, and although it's probably not a good thing, you feel... relatively safe with him, despite everything.

The two of you are quiet for the first half hour or so, though the silence isn't unpleasant, nor is it unwelcomed. It lets you enjoy the sounds of the woods, and even Toby's low, quiet humming is... comfortable.

When the question inevitably comes to mind, you don't think twice before speaking it out loud.

“Toby, what’s… what’s going to happen to me?”

You feel his gaze shift to your face, and even through the goggles, you can feel the way his eyes search your expression.

He eventually looks away with a jerk of his shoulder. And when he doesn’t answer for a while, you almost think he's opted to ignore your question.

But then, he eventually answers, “You just have to trust me for now.”

It’s the same thing he told you yesterday—was it really only yesterday?—but the answer only satisfies you now as much as did then.

You shake your head.

“When you said there’s no going back… what did you mean by that?”

You don’t have the heart to ask what you’re really thinking; if it means they plan on killing you.

He hums contemplatively. A bird sings a note nearby, and he mimics the sound with a whistle. You wonder how often you’ll hear that same note whistled throughout the next few days.

“Means you’ll just have to trust me for now.”

You groan, and at the sound, he turns to look at you again. You wonder if he’s grinning, like he’s proud of his response.

“How can I trust you?” you emphasize, “In case you forgot—you’re the one who kidnapped me. You’re the reason I’m stuck here in the first place.”

He clicks his tongue, and takes another moment to think about his answer.

“I mean… either way, you—you don’t—don’t really have a choice. Because I’m just about all you have right—right now.”

You stop walking to face him fully.

“That’s not fair,” you insist, and the leaves shudder as a light breeze picks up around you.

Toby pauses mid-step. He faces you as well, and for a moment, it feels like you're the last two people left on the face of the earth.

“…Life isn’t fair.”

You don’t know what takes over you.

All of your frustration, all of your fear, worry and restlessness come crashing down at once. It fills the very marrow of your bones, knocking over any remaining shred of rational thought in favour of anger.

Pure, white, hot searing anger—for the time stolen from you, for the pain and discomfort you've been forced through, for all of the grief and misery that'll undoubtedly follow whatever cruel fate awaits you—all of it manifests itself towards the person in front of you.

The one person responsible for all of it.

You don't even realize you’ve slapped him until your hand is throbbing with pain from hitting his mouthguard.

As soon as you realize what you've done, you freeze.

Cold dread freezes over your anger, though a spark of wonderful satisfaction persists beneath it.

You expect him to get angry. You expect him to make you regret hitting him.

But he just stays there, face tilted away in the direction you slapped him. And, for some reason, it pisses you off that he doesn’t react.

That anger bubbles up again, and you raise your hand before you can properly think things through. But before you can hit him again, he catches your wrist mid-air.

You yelp as his fingers bruise into your skin. You try to twist away, but he’s as remarkably strong as ever.

He lifts his other hand, and you flinch, thinking he’s about to hit you twice as hard in revenge. But instead, he merely flicks one of the lenses of his goggles up.

You immediately stop struggling in his hold at that look in his eyes.

With the morning sunlight filtering through the canopy of trees and reflecting in his gaze, it brings out the green and shifts his usually deep brown eyes into an almost hazel kind of color.

Those flecks of gold are more pronounced than ever, nearly shimmering against the pitch black of his iris.

There isn’t anger, there’s… amusement in his gaze?

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“W-what?”

He releases your hand, which you quickly cradle into your chest, as if doing so could alleviate the fresh soreness.

“You know mine. It’s only—only fair you should tell me yours.”

You peer up at him, taking a good look at what little of his features you can see in an attempt to figure him out.

He meets your gaze unequivocally, though that hint of amusement seems to linger.

And then you snort.

“Why the fuck should I tell you my name? So you can stalk down my friends and family?”

It’s his turn to snort, accompanied by a roll of his eyes.

You get the sudden urge to push him down, pin him beneath you and scream some kind of sense into him.

Why can’t he see that this whole situation is absolute madness?

You swallow the urge back.

You don’t know where these sudden bursts of anger are coming from, but you’re thankful that they, at the very least, have been useful in masking your fear.

With a click of his tongue, Toby answers. “If we wanted to, we could’ve already done that… click… weeks ago.”

You’re about to argue with him—about to point out the irony of claiming they could’ve tracked down your whole social circle despite not knowing your name. But then that last part of his comment registers.

“…Weeks? What do you mean weeks?”

He tilts his head curiously.

“Well, two weeks, I guess, since we first took you to the hotel…”

He trails off at the look on your face.

“No… no, that’s not possible. It’s been one week max. I—you…”

You shake your head.

He’s fucking with you, he has to be.

He’s trying to confuse and disorient you—because there’s no way that’s true. If it was, it would mean you would’ve lost a whole week’s worth of time without realizing it.

You try to find a crack in his expression to confirm your suspicion.

But all you see is pure, honest sincerity, and a hint of curiosity in his one visible eye.

Eventually, you give up. It’s not like it’d change anything at this point, anyway.

When he notices the shift in your temperament, that look of amusement returns.

“How ‘bout we play a game, then,” he suggests.

And before you can say anything, he continues.

“21 questions. You answer all of my questions honestly, and I’ll do the same for yours.”

He extends a hand out, as though playing the game would be the equivalent to striking a deal with him.

You instinctively lift your hand, then hesitate.

And when you realize, fuck it, what do you possibly have to lose?, you tentatively reach out and shake hands with the devil.

[swrligrl]

I am at work and... once again.. thinkin abt Tim/Masky and sweet + oblivious reader!!!!!

cw: slight creepy behaviors (by tim ofc), suggestve content (tim jorks it using the hand he touched your shoulder w)

- Its been just over a week, and Tim has NOT stopped thinking about the sweet girl from the gas station. Like... its an issue. Despite his attempts to stop his mind from wandering, ESPECIALLY during 'work' and in the night, he just cant seem to get you off his mind!!!!

- That is until one day he parks his truck in the lot of a small local grocery store, and spots a familiar figure prancing down the sidewalk without a care in the world. He had to stop and admire your carefreeness, it was.. adorable in a sense, stupid, but adorable.

- As you make your way closer and closer to the building, Tim finally gets out of his car and follows you inside, trying not to catch your attention (not that it was difficult to stay unnoticed).

- Imagine your surprise when you (literally) bumb into a familiar figure!!! His hand lightly gripped onto your shoulder to stablize you, shuddering at the thought that he got to touch you. Chirping out an airy 'Thank you!' and going on to ramble about how you need to pay more attention to where you were walking.

- You two stay and chat for a bit, he walks with you around the store, taking note of the items your grabbing and checking off of the list held tightly in your left hand. Suddenly, you perk up!! You almost forgot about your deal from a few says prior!!!! You immediatley re-suggest grabbing a cup of coffee and bite to eat the next day. Tim agrees hesitantly, already thinking up an excuse to tell his coworkers why hell be out the next days afternoon.

- After deciding on a set time, you both part ways, and Tim rushes out to his truck, not even grabbing the groceries he had made the short journey for, and all but speeds home.

- Once he arrives at the small building he and his coworkers called home, he gently swings the front door open, making a beeline right for his room. Tim ignores the concerned call from Toby, and locks his door behind him.

- Fumbling with the buckle of his belt he sits on the edge of his bed, hastily yanking his jeans down and letting them pool around his ankles. The brunette lets out a sigh of relief as soon as his palm comes in contact with his length, giving it a few slow pumps with the same hand that had come in contact with your shoulder about an hour before.

- As ashamed as he was, he couldnt stop, the thought of you with your pretty little skirt scrunched up against your adorable thighs as he absolutley ruined your cunt, your soft voice chanting out his name, it all pushed him further towards his release.

- As he bit down on the fabric of his shirt he noticed something that pushed him completely over the edge, he smelled like you. That sweet floral-honey scent was it for the poor man, because moments later he was spurting hot white ropes of cum all over his hand and exposed stomach.

- Goodness Tim couldnt wait to see you tomorrow...

[somnambuletta]

hoodie - brian headcannons

(because i yearn for a man who is a.) not real, and is b.) cruel,) + minor mdni implications 🔞

i. brian has never raised his voice at you- and yet, the world quakes in his wake. there is a tenderness in the way he kneels before you, pressing his lips to the back of your hand like a knight bent to his sworn lady. he is a thing of patience, a quiet storm, a wolf that does not bare its teeth unless provoked. and when he is provoked—oh, how the heavens weep.

“my sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice thick as honey, slow as a southern summer. “d’you know what i’ve done for you?”

the answer lies in the bones buried beneath your feet, twisted earth dirtying fresh shoes. “if i could tear the whole world apart for you,” he breathes, dragging his lips along your knuckles, “i would.”

i.ii. brian kills because he has to. hoodie kills because he wants to. brian's hands are steady, efficient. hoodie’s hands linger—dig in, snap, and break. hoodie doesn’t just get rid of threats—he makes an example of them. if someone dares to insult you, he makes sure their tongue never works (right) again. he leaves bodies behind like shitty censure. doesn’t bother with discretion like brian does. if someone crosses you, he wants them to be found. wants the world to see.

•sometimes he kills over things you don’t even notice. a wrong glance, a murmured insult—things brian might let slide, but hoodie? oh, hoodie is taking their fucking teeth. he is your bonekeeper. brian just deals with it.

ii. you are a thing he does not deserve, but you are a thing he cannot live without. the first time hoodie touched you, it was not with love, but with hunger. his hands gripped your waist as if he could break you apart, press you into the fabric of his coat and stitch you there, keep you pressed against his ribs where his heart once beat.

“you think i don’t know?” he breathes, laughter curling in his throat, cruel and sharp. his fingers dig into your skin, pressing, demanding. you were made for this. made for him. “you like this,” he whispers, knows it, drinks in the way you tremble beneath him. “you like it when i take.”

and he does.

iii. he loves it when you whisper his name like it is something holy. and perhaps it is. brian does not believe in god. but if he did, he would believe in you.

he would kneel at your altar, mouth at your feet, hands shaking as he prays. for you. for the softness of your touch, for the mercy of your love, for the gift of your breath. and when he presses his lips to yours, slow and aching, it is not a kiss—it is a vow. for better or worse. in sickness and in health. in blood, in bone, in eternity.

"my lady," he murmurs against your lips, voice breaking, devotion etched into every syllable. "my darlin'. my love.."

iv. hoodie is not kind. but with you, he almost is.

"you're lucky i like you," he murmurs, dragging his fingers along your ribs, counting them like beads on a rosary.

his breath is hot against your ear, his lips ghosting over your pulse. he could tear you apart. he could ruin you. he could do worse. but he doesn't. he presses a lingering kiss to your throat. "don’t make me prove it, sweetheart."

v. the sleeves swallow your hands. brian (hoodie) likes that. reminds him he's something bigger, stronger. "you know that’s mine, don’t you?" his voice is quiet, warm, curling around you like the fabric itself. he watches as you roll up the sleeves—his sleeves. you glance up at him, half-smiling. "yeah?".. "yeah."

his fingers skim your wrist, tracing the edge of the jacket—his jacket. his hands are big, rough with scars, but so gentle as they tug the sleeve down over your hand again. "you look better in it, though," he murmurs, his voice low, soft, reverent. you swear you see the faintest smile when you wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his chest.

vi. reflecting: brian doesn't believe in god, but sometimes, when he looks down at the cross around his neck, he cant help but feel like its the last thing that connects him to a world that isn't full of blood and fear. the church will never be his answer- but he believes you were sent to him. and that is the closest thing to salvation he knows.

vi.ii hoodie doesn't care about the cross. not really. but when he wears it, it becomes something beyond a piece of jewelry- it's a challenge. a mockery of anything holy. the fact it swings around his neck when he's sunk into you, and he's got your face in the pillow? sinful enough to get him stiff for another round.

• the cross presses against your back as he holds you in a grip that makes your pulse race. lips, curled into a mischievous grin as he gets his fingers nice, and comfortably nestled against your scalp. "you feel that? god's watchin', baby.. don't know if he's pleased with me, but i'm sure as hell havin' fun."

vii. he does not ask- brian insists. a quiet, unshakable thing, like the tide knowing its pull, like the sun knowing its rise. if you reach for the door before he does he's already there- undoing your mistake.

"try that again, sweetheart." his voice is soft- teasing, but there isn't much room for argument. it's his devotion- his way of telling you, you are worth more than rushing hands and thoughtless exits

viii. hoodie does not take off his mask. if brian removes his hood around you, hoodie does not. you will never see his face, not fully, not unless he lets you. the mask is his skin. it is what allows him to move through the world unburdened by conscience, by identity (by the fragile remnants of brian’s past life.)

-> there is something horribly intimate about the fact that when he is hoodie, he is more real than brian has ever been.

xi. brian is the type of man to undoubtedly shove his hold hands up your shirt to warm them up- and he does it every time- without fail, without mercy. the chill clings to him like a second skin, his fingers stiff and aching from the cold. and you should know better than to let your guard down. but he's patient- and he waits until the moment you are relaxed to do it, like an asshole. the shriek you let out is enough to make him grin- a big wolfish smile that is shameless as you flail against him. he's laughing, burying his face into your shoulder, breath warm against your skin while his hands remain quite literally frozen in place.

"aww, c'mon now, darlin'." he drawls, arms locked around you to keep you from escaping, "s' just a lil' cold. you want me to freeze?"

[blxvdlusttxx]

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

Includes: Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Liu Woods x reader (separate)

☣ Summary How the creeps act with an s/o on their period

Content warnings: periods, mentions of blood, reader has female anatomy but gender isn't disclosed, sexual content (Jack and Jeff, minors beware), dumb boys, rude comments (Jeff), arguments (Jeff) overall fluffy and cute, no use of y/n, pre-established relationship

Sexual content is in red so minors beware

Request: Yes / No

Pardon my...long ass neglect of this blog wtf. I had hella writers block, but I'm back! Taking requests as per usual, read the guidelines and rules in the pinned post before requesting!

Please don't repost or translate my work

𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

My sweetie pie Toby, he's an absolute worry wart

Out of all of the boys, he's the second most knowledgeable about periods, he was close with his mom and had an older sister after all, his sister or mom likely briefed him on what a period is

He's also the nicest about it, tied with Liu.

He'd be a little squeamish about it, more so feeling bad that you're in pain instead of a "omg periods ew" kind of way.

He'd get you anything you need in an instant

Heating pad? he's running to warm up a water bottle for you

chocolates or snacks? he's taking Tim's truck and going to the store for you

a shoulder to cry on while you writhe in pain? you got it, he'll rub your back and cradle you to his chest

he'd be clueless on different pad/tampon brands and sizes but he does know what they are at least so if you needed them, just send him a picture of the box and he'd get them

He'd definitely raid EJ's medicine shelf for Advil/Tylenol for you

Toby doesn't feel pain so he wouldn't know what your feeling, but he does know what pain looks like on other people so he acknowledges that you're in a lot of pain

He'd definitely raid EJ's meds supply for Advil/Tylenol if you asked for them

will definitely take the week off just to be there for you, Slender be damned

He sees blood on the daily, so if you bleed on the sheets he doesn't react, he simply changes them for you

Toby runs hot due to his CIPA, so he's basically a large heating pad, he makes for an excellent cuddle buddy

Toby isn't the best cook, but his mom taught him the basics so he can cook simple things, mainly things that need boiled like ramen (he can make a bomb ass ramen ik damn well)

If you want something more difficult he'll ask someone like Liu to cook it, or he'll order take out of whatever you want

He'll hold you all day without a second thought, rubbing your stomach and back, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head

If you tend to be irritable and a bit bipolar on your period, he'll understand that it's because of the pain but go easy on the poor boy, it'll hurt his feelings after a while

he really is just trying his best to make you more comfortable :(

Overall 10/10 experience with him

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

The most knowledgeable of all the creeps

He is the main medic and handles all of the medical situations in the mansion, so he knows what periods are and how to handle them

He'd likely keep track of your period cycle, and know when your period is going to start before you even do

He'd have everything ready for you in your bedroom before you could even stumble to him whining about the cramps.

He has a stash of different size and brands of tampons/pads in his medical room, so he'd have those on hand ready to go

Now... he is a cannibalistic demon... and sex does help with cramps

ya get where I'm going here

He'd 100% be the one to eat you out on your period, he'd probably look forward to it too honestly (like the little freak he is)

It's a win win for both of you

On your end, you not only get the pleasure of both of his tongues going down on you like he hasn't eaten in years, while also easing your cramps

On his end, he gets to ease your pain in a way only he can do (boosts his ego honestly), he gets to go down on you, and there's blood soooo

Yea, win win on both ends

He doesn't care about the mess either, he'd put a towel under you, lick you clean when you're both done and call it a day

He's be the one to take your mood swings with the least offence, aware that periods send emotions out of whack on top of all the pain your in

Jack runs cold, he is a demon after all, so if you're an overheating mess when your on your period and prefer coldness over heat like I do, he's the perfect candidate

Overall another 10/10 experience

𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

now this little fucker on the other hand, good luck

He's a complete dumbass when it comes to your period, a bit of an asshole too

"We all deal with pain, tf makes you so special?" if looks could kill he'd be dead with the glare from you in response

If you've managed to get into a relationship with this gremlin, he obviously does care you you, in his own strange way

If you're irritable during it, he'll take it the worst and It'll start an argument ending with you sobbing and him storming out

He will however come back 20 minutes later and toss a bottle of Advil/Tylenol, a pack of chocolate/some snacks, a hot water bottle and one of his hoodies on the bed beside you as a silent apology

(He got a lecture from EJ and Liu)

He does try in his own way, he really does. He's just dumb and completely clueless

Cannot cook for absolute shit, this man somehow, every single time without fail, lights water on fire whenever he tries to make ramen so ermmm... Take out for you it is...

If you wanna cuddle, he'll huff about it but will end up laying beside you

He won't initiate any comfort like Toby or Liu, just guide his hands where you want them and tell him what you want, he'll do it with an eye roll and might grumble a little

(He secretly loves that you're relying on him but he'd never admit that)

Another freak like Jack, he won't eat you out on your period but he will fuck you during it

He likes seeing the blood on his fingers and dick (nasty ahh)

You'd have to beg him to take it slow though, he's rough and likes it that way (Plz do though you'll get some whimpering from him from the slow pace)

He's not the nicest guy, and he's rough around the edges with a lot of issues, but you're still his partner at the end of the day so he does try, as grumbly as he might be about it

As your relationship with him progresses more, he'd learn more and be easier on you during your monthly week of hell

overall 5/10 experience

𝐋𝐢𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

Liu, unlike unlike his younger brother, is a total sweetheart when you're on your period

While Liu didn't have any close female relations growing up, he'd pick up on things girls have said at school and he did learn about periods in health class, so when he started dating you he did a lot of research to prepare himself

Like EJ, he'll have everything ready for you and generally keep track of your monthly cycle

You wouldn't have to lift a finger, he's got everything handled

Hungry? He's already heading to the kitchen to cook you a nice meal

Since his dad was always working and his mom was always off somewhere, he had to take care of cooking dinner most nights, so he's a very good cook

If you're looking for some fast food though, he'll order and pick it up for you

He won't all the time though, he'll gently coerce you into letting him cook for you instead

He doesn't want you to get a stomach ache from greasy food on top of your cramps

Tea!! He's a big tea guy, so he'll bring you some soothing tea with things like ginger, cinnamon, chamomile, etc, in it.

When you're in a pissy mood, he'll either give you the space you need, opting to either sit on the bed beside you and read quietly or loom nearby incase you need him, or gently redirect your mood, cooing at you while petting your hair

(Which likely ends with you crying and feeling bad which he'll gently shush you and reassure you that he understands you don't mean it.)

If you struggle to sleep on your period, he'll curl up behind you, pressing you close to his chest while rubbing your stomach

If you still can't sleep, he'd quietly read to you to help you focus on something else till you fall asleep

Liu isn't overly hot like Toby, but he isn't a human freezer like Jack (demon freezer? idk you know what I mean)

He's a happy medium, warm enough to provide comfort but not boil you alive and not cold enough to make your teeth chatter

He's definitely an amazing cuddler though

he does have some muscle to him, but he isn't as toned as the other boys are from their use of melee weapons, so his body is on the softer side, just very lanky so he's a pretty comfortable pillow

Overall yet another 10/10 experience

[an-3moia]

It's them<3

Rainy Days

Context: Just a random 1shot I wrote inspired from random nature-under-the-rain pictures I scrolled through on Facebook.

"You don't like the rain?"

"No."

The sweet sounds of giggles echoes in the air along with the sound of rain as the raven haired girl dances around the grassy field under the grey sky. Droplets of water dripping down from dark clouds floating upon the couple’s heads, tapping lightly on their skin and clothes, making everything feels a tad bit colder and wetter. He stared at her small figure meekly stepping on the water puddles, seemingly enjoying the way the surface ripples whenever she set foot on it. The man has never seen her this giddy before, almost child-like with how excited she is at the moment. 

Hell, he rarely sees her react to anything at all. This is the first time after all the nightmarish events that happened back at her old home. And after seven months of stalking her, albeit all the crazy shit they’ve been through basically why she looks so out of it these days, he kind of misses seeing her happy if he's being honest.

"Why would anyone hate the rain?"

She asked him, almost innocently.

"It's wet. Gloomy. Pretty depressing." 

Replied the hooded man as he silently observing his little sweetheart-of-a-victim started jumping over the puddles and nearly tripping herself a few times. Why in the living hell was he standing here, tolerating her childish joyful moment under the rain at the risk of getting them both sick again? Since when did he get so soft around her like this? He could've just swiftly drugs her and bring her back to The Boss immediately if he knew any better, yet he just... didn't.

"Well…” The shorter girl trailed. “It brings me comfort. Never leaving me alone with my thoughts, keeping me company as long as It's allowed to stay."

The older male quirks a brow at her voice, tilting his head to the side the moment she stops splashing water under her boots, curious to know what kind of thoughts has been running inside that pretty little head of hers. He shifts his weight on the other leg, folding his arms then gives her a look, silently motioning her to elaborate.

"I think It was just as lonely.” Mumbled the girl as she stared up at the crying sky. “Maybe It wanted a friend, a company to share a quick moment before It's gone again."

She turns back to look at him, a twinge of melancholy appears inside her dark eyes. A soft smile splattered on her tired face then, the same smile that warmed up, and still bringing the same warmth to his cold heart after all these months of knowing each other.

"I wanted to be there for It, just like when It was for me."

Ah.

Damn her for being such a sweet soul. She's making this mission even more difficult than it already should've been.

"... Yer' hella weird."

An dramatic, offended gasp was heard.

"Am not!"

“Are too.”

The hooded man sighs and chuckles, shaking his head at the now-pouty female's antics. His southern accent slips up as he slowly starts to relax. Brian ran a hand through his wet hair, taking a deep breath before deciding to give in and join Alex in her fun.

He shouldn't have gotten close to her. He should NEVER have gotten close to any of their victims at all, it will only make everything more difficult to handle later on if things go south. But then there he is, poking fun and acting like he didn't drag her into this shithole himself and ruining her life like the bastard he always has been, as if they were just normal friends having their wacky moment under the rain with each other.

“You’re a meanie.” The girl grumbles under her breath, lightly kicking the puddle to splash water at him as he approaches her slowly, a smug expression present on his face.

“Trust me when I say ya don’t even know the half of it, sugar.” 

The tall male smirks, reaching a hand out to pet her head in a (teasingly) condescending manner, making the usual stoic girl frown at him before swatting his hand away with a grumpy demeanor. This only makes him laugh harder from how adorable she looks in his eyes.

“Not funny, Brian.”

“Can’t help it, lil’ dove.”

For the time being, he thinks it’s probably the best to just sit back and relax before the storm actually comes crashing on the both of them. Who knows how long peaceful moments like these can last?

English is not my first language, hope you guys don't mind a few grammar errors here and there</3 For anyone that's reading this, thank you so much!! Hope you all enjoyed and have a good day/night<33

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Toby: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet.

Y/N: Why’d you get banned?

Toby: Touched the rat.

Y/N: …What rat?

Toby: Chunky Cheese.

[c1nnam00n]

me tweaking out trying to find that one good fanfic