#natalie ouellette x y/n

[rainrot4me]

Smoke And A Light

Summary: When you're forced to remain a resident of the Slendermansion, hearing tales of the outside world is riveting. So, when Clockwork brings back some souvenirs, you couldn't possibly pass them up.

Characters: Clockwork x Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Jealousy, weed, smoking, sex while high, vaginal, oral, vaginal fingering, sex with toys, dildos, strap-on sex, teasing, new experiences

Words: 8.2k

“Was it really that fun?” You chirped.

Clockwork leaned against the counter of the kitchen island, boots kicking the side of the stool she perched on as she took another drink from her coffee mug. She wasn’t a resident of the mansion; she wasn’t a resident of any mansion as far as you knew. The dirty blonde called herself a ‘drifter’, always bouncing between towns and interstates with her Jeep, but never rooted in one place for too long. However, most of her closest acquaintances resided at the Slendermansion, so it just so happened to be where she spent most of her downtime.

“It was odd… but good?” She smiled awkwardly, tapping her knuckles against the ceramic mug nicely decorated with doodles Sally had made. She tugged at the sleeve of her white tank top, the fabric dirty and frail, but notably bringing out the brightness of her pupil. You were getting better about keeping contact with her right eye, subconsciously finding it rude to stare at the clockface nestled into her left socket.

Somehow, your conversation had dipped on Clockwork’s latest excursion to the south, farther into the Appalachian than you were familiar with. She talked about the nightlife music festivals in Tennessee and Alabama, the older folk songs they paired with raving strobe lights, and how it just worked. You could barely imagine it, but then again, you hadn’t really been in with society in quite some time.

As long as you had been living in the mansion, which had been quite some time now, Clockwork was always on the move. Much like Sally, you had been brought here very young and grown up around this atmosphere and losing track of how the rest of the world was going. You were in charge of minuscule tasks, wasting away behind these walls with random assignments Slender could throw at you. While you were forced to stay and help with missions assigned to the proxies, she got to roam wherever she wanted. To say you were jealous was an understatement. If there was a chance you were going to get to hear firsthand about the rest of the world, you were going to take it… no matter how much it tired her out.

“So, you just smoked some weird plant and everything started spinning? Was it scary?” You leaned forward, crowding Clockwork’s space and tilting your head, curious as ever. She just laughed, somehow never becoming annoyed with just how excitable you could get, always keeping that cool demeanor you admired so much. She leaned in, nudging her knuckles against your arm and rubbing the skin softly.

“Well, it was a little more than that, but, sure. I brought some back with me. Stuff’s pretty expensive though…” She huffed, gulping the rest of her coffee down and sliding the mug away. You followed as she stood from the counter, her one good eye trailing to look outside. You followed her gaze, groaning when you caught Toby and Jeff sitting on the front porch steps and chatting away. You knew of Clockwork’s history with the brunette, their on-again off-again relationship becoming a constant wall in your quality time with the girl before she inevitably left for the road once more.

You went to interject, to try and come up with another topic or question to stop her from going to talk to him, but you already heard your name being called. 

“[Y/N]! Come help with this, will ya?” Ben mosied from the hallway, looping into the mansion’s kitchen and catching you mid-interjection. He was holding some box of files and reports, surely incident records from the proxies you would need to take care of. You groaned as she shuffled to your side.

Clockwork was reaching for her Carhartt jacket, her hands reaching to brush her long hair out onto her shoulders while she turned back to you. The look of disappointment was evident, but she smiled sweetly anyway, inviting as ever. You didn’t want her to leave.

“Listen, I’m gonna chat with the guys for a little bit. Come find me later tonight. I’ll show you what we were talking about.” With that, she turned to the screen door and tugged it open, disappearing onto the porch and out of your eyesight as Ben nudged your attention back.

“What’s that about?” He smirked, static ringing with his words as you huffed, snagging the box from his arms and trailing down the hallway. “Nothing. Just help me with this.”

Ben floated down the hallway behind you, humming absentmindedly as you took one final glance back towards the window. Toby was already shoulder-to-shoulder with Clockwork, her laughs ringing into the house as you felt your time chipping away.

-

After a headachingly long splay of all the missing person’s reports and incident retellings, you finally sorted everything out and filed completely. Of course, Ben didn’t help a bit, more focused on his ability to play his Gameboy floating upside down than anything.

But you were finished. It was well into the evening now, the sun setting along the ridge of trees and rippling on the lake water nearby. You pressed through the screen door, no one was left on the front porch, but a very ominous thumping sound from somewhere in the distance. Your breath fogged in front of you, the chill of late Autumn slowly creeping on the mansion. You followed, trailing away from the porch and along to the side where the carport sat.

“Guys?” You called out, the thumping growing louder the further you trailed into the opening beside the mansion, searching for the source. EJ’s truck and Hoodie’s car parked in the ankle-tall grass, your steps cautious as you spotted Clockwork’s Jeep several feet away, the thumping becoming mostly clear. The vehicle was nestled between a lot of trees, brown and orange leaves blowing gently overhead. You noticed the headlights were on, and figures moving around behind the tinted glass. They were in there.

Jogging over to the vehicle, you recognized the thumping as the bass of songs cranked way too loud, the music blasting from the speakers inside. You rounded to the door behind the driver’s, knocking on the glass and waiting expectantly.

The door popped open, the music ringing clear as some Foo Fighters song. You also noted the way smoke faintly poured from the opening, blowing into your face as Clockwork popped her head out. “[Y/N]!” She smiled, her tone just a little more chipper than you were used to. She reached a hand out, clasping with yours and tugging you into the back seat of her Jeep along with the rest of the unseeming group. 

You crammed your way in, ducking into the back seat as you realized she had converted the interior of the vehicle for her travels. The backseats were laid down, a blowup mattress inflated into the truck as her bed, blankets and pillows littered around. Fairy lights and tealight candles strung from the ceiling, offering a nice ambiance as smoke clouded inside. It was cozy for one person, but with Toby and Jeff also laid out, it was a little cramped.

“Where’ve you been, angel?” You halted at the new nickname, smiling as you fully climbed inside. Clockwork shut the back door, leaning back into the pillows she had propped behind her and patting the space across from herself. You obliged, nestling into the opposite corner and nodding to the boys who were mid-conversation themselves. You noted their odd expressions, the laziness in their eyes, and the calmness that neither one of them usually sported. It was odd to see Jeff without a scowl on his face. 

“Sorry. Slender had me working on some cover-story stuff… boring.” You chuckled awkwardly, trying to find a comfortable sitting position in the closeness of everyone. It was then you noted the odd smell too, the sour stoutness of the smoke wafting in the Jeep, a scent you couldn't quite recognize. Clockwork smiled, “Sure sounds boring. It’ll be good for you to chill with us.” You nodded eagerly, the headache you had slowly dissipated with every inhale of the mysterious smoke. You noticed the way her good eye tinted red, bloodshot veins popping around the rim of her eye and making you cringe. Both Toby's and Jeff’s eyes were bloodshot too…

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen [Y/N] chill a day in her life…” Jeff smiled lazily, elbowing Toby who answered with a scratchy giggle. Clockwork kicked at them, rolling her eyes playfully as she tugged you closer to her side. “Well, she’s going to today. Ain’t that right?” You nodded as she laughed, leaning to grab something from the passenger seat.

Her backpack was full of clutter, her hand rummaging around until she grasped what she was looking for. She tugged out a glass mason jar, little rolled-up objects sliding around as she held it up, the boys hollering their excitement. You were confused, trying to see what they were as Clockwork unscrewed the top and shuffled one out, presenting it before you.

“Uhm… what is it…” You laughed shyly, Jeff leaning forward to snag it from your palms. 

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve never smoked a blunt before…” He teased, Toby leaning forward to tug a lighter from his jacket pocket and offer it to the killer, the brunette practically sitting in his lap as he watched the flame smolder against the bud. You realized where the stout smell was coming from as smoke wafted from the blunt, the story Clockwork was telling you earlier in the day coming together. So this is what she smoked… That also meant this was very well their second or third blunt, no telling how high they all were or wanted to be.

Toby slipped the smoldering bud from Jeff’s fingers the minute to flipped the lighter closed, popping the end between his lips and taking a deep inhale. Jeff leaned close, pressing his cheek against the boy’s and tugging it into his own when Toby let go, inhaling the same. You studied them, taking note of how they went about smoking the plant to make sure you didn’t embarrass yourself. 

You glanced to Clockwork, her own lighter sparking up as she popped a cigarette into her mouth, lighting the end. You nudged her, a questioning look on your face.

“Are you not going to?” You hesitated as she inhaled, puffing the smoke past her lips and in the boy’s direction with a smile. She shook her head, holding the cigarette between her fingers as smoke surrounded the two of you, encasing everyone in the vehicle as the music thumped from the speakers.

“Nah, I already got my fill. Gonna let these idiots enjoy it. It’s not often they get to smoke without Slender on their asses.” You glanced back to the boys carelessly lounging against each other as they passed the blunt back and forth, minds swirled with the sourness of the weed. You smiled, glancing back to Clockwork dishing out another and handing it to you, lighter flipped in the other hand. “Go ahead, try it.”

You nervously took the bud, fidgeting it between your fingers as she guided the end to your lips. You held the blunt there, Clockwork flipping her lighter on and pressing the flame to the end, the roll smoldering before you. It was hard not to note the way she stared at you as she helped you, two fingers slipped under your chin as you let yourself stare back. When she was satisfied, she flipped the lighter closed, tugging back into her comfortable position as smoke began to swirl around you.

“Now, inhale. Let it sit in your lungs for a second, then blow it back out.” Her voice was scratchy but soothing, the roughness of her usual demeanor nowhere to be found as you followed her instructions the best you could. You tried to remember how you watched the boys do it, breathing deep as the tip of the blunt lit up, soaking down into your lungs. You held it there, stalling your breath as it burned, throat tightening as you quickly exhaled back again. 

Smoke blew from your lips, and a fit of coughs soon followed as Clockwork patted your back. You sucked fresh air in, lungs burning from the weed as Jeff and Toby laughed obnoxiously across from you.

“Hey, that wasn’t bad! Not such a big inhale next time, okay?” Clockwork rubbed your shoulders, offering you a water bottle from the front seat of her Jeep as you finally caught your breath, sinking back into the pillows behind you. You let yourself take one more small hit, passing the blunt to an eager Toby who had no problem with finishing the rest. There was no telling what was enjoyable about that, or why the three of them were so excited, but you ruled that was enough for you.

Conversation bubbled, Clockwork quickly occupied Jeff and Toby’s muddled brains with her latest retellings of the concerts and festivals she had attended. You listened closely, wrapping a blanket around your crossed legs and smiling when the boys nudged their way beside you to get underneath as well, legs wrapping together as sour smoke and loud music filled your senses.

But eventually, it became muddled. Like the music was becoming distant or muffled, farther away than you remembered it being. 

Before you could dwell on it, sensations rose, odd feelings and reactions you found intriguing. Where the boy’s legs tangled with yours, they felt tingly, like you could feel every part of their skin that touched yours. The sensation was overwhelming, but not nearly as much as trying to focus on every word that poured from Clockwork’s mouth. Suddenly, she was speaking too fast, words slurring as you tried to blink the dizziness away. What in the world was happening..?

But it just felt so warm, so comfortable lying against Toby and Jeff, your arms wrapping around their shoulders as Clockwork began to laugh and say something about it finally hitting you. You just laughed too, you weren’t sure why, but just seeing her smile was enough to make you as well. The boys laughed too, a swirl of dizziness and warmth pooling across your face as you drank in the atmosphere. Was this what being high was like?

Clockwork began talking again, flicking the last of her cigarette into her ashtray and reaching for a water bottle, starting a new story again. You didn’t know what she was saying, but suddenly you really wanted to lay with her, to be beside her. You didn’t even realize your body was moving until she was wrapping her arms around you.

“Hi, angel.” She smiled, your head lying in her lap as she brushed the hair from your face. The sensation felt so tingly, your eyes fluttering closed as you listened to the slur of her words and the brush of her fingers against your skin. Everything just seemed so heightened, felt so good… You never wanted to leave this moment. Especially not with the girl you idolized so much right here with you.

She was just so cool. You found yourself in awe of just how strong and steady she seemed to always be, always knowing exactly what she wanted out of life. You couldn’t get enough. You craved to be like that.

“Y’all guh- gonna kiss, or wh- what…” Toby chuckled, elbowing Jeff who laughed just a little too loud. Clockwork visibly tensed above you, halting her fingers across your skin and eyeing the boy. “Toby.” Her voice was still playful, but the hint of seriousness didn’t go unnoticed. You watched her face, mind now racing with the idea and playing clear pictures in your mind. Do I want to kiss her..?

The thought had never passed you before, but then again, you had never been offered it before. To you, Clockwork was an idol, an ideal version of who you wished to be. You had never contemplated anything more… until now.

“Are we?” You slurred the words out before you could really stop them, leaning up onto your elbows as you watched her expression twist to confusion. Jeff and Toby’s laughter fell silent, watching intently as you held eye contact, trying to read whatever she was thinking. Music thumped, the tension of the silence making your eyes nervously flicker back and forth.

“Do you want to...?” Clockwork shrugged, shifting her sitting position to face you, her cheeks notability growing a shade darker than before. You paused, contemplating. There was no tinge of nervousness behind you, the false courage brought in by your high suprinsing even yourself as you nodded. Even when nervous, she still just looked so cool. 

The moments in between were quick, silent tension slowly fading as you both leaned forward. Was Clockwork even high? Were you even still high? You couldn’t think further as you felt her hands slide to rest against the sides of your face, your arms wrapping around her back as she pressed her lips against yours. You both gasped into the kiss, slowly tightening your grip against each other as the rest of the atmosphere faded. Your consciousness only registered this kiss, your eager but curious lips melting into hers as your mind flooded, dizziness and drowsy exhaustion tugging at your movements. This was really happening…

Clockwork tugged back before you wanted to be done, your head leaning to chase her kiss as you blinked your eyes open. You were both panting, her hands still cupped around your cheeks as she stared down at you, mentally registering what had just happened.

“That was hot.” Toby hummed, Jeff nodding along as they gripped the blanket tighter.

Clockwork groaned, letting off of you as she tugged the blanket and pillows from their arms, reaching to pop the back door of the Jeep open.

“Alright boys, shows over. Go to bed.” The night air flooded the vehicle, smoke swooping out into the wind as the two exasperatingly climbed out, mumbling their annoyance of wanting to see more. You sat back, combing over what had just happened and reaching for the water bottle you were handed earlier, nervously taking sips.

Clockwork shut the door, sighing as she leaned back into the pillows and swiped her hands over her face, groaning. You wanted to apologize, the haziness of the weed finally seeping its last wave over you as the tension bubbled, silence the only thing between you.

“I’m sorry…” You grit, picking at your fingers as Clockwork looks up at you, smiling. 

“For?” She was beginning to lean forward again, the nervousness you should've been feeling earlier finally rousing in your gut. At least, that’s what you thought it was. You weren’t expecting the tears to pool in your eyes and drip down your cheeks. And you definitely weren’t expecting the words to bubble out so suddenly.

“I’m sorry for kissing you in front of Toby…” You hiccuped, swiping the tears from your eyes as more pooled, Clockwork immediately pressing towards you. “I know you two are… are a thing… I’m sorry…” Evidently, your high had not worn off.

“Angel…” Clockwork shushed you, reaching to wipe the tears from your eyes and brush the stray hairs from your face. She cupped your cheeks to look at her, concern lacing her expression as you tried to stop your whining. “What are you talking about..?” She laughed awkwardly.

You leaned into her touch, trying to gauge her tone as you took deep breaths. “Like, aren’t you and Toby dating… I’m sorry…” The tears welled again, but rough fingers were quick to swipe them away. “[Y/N], Toby and I haven’t been together in a long time.” 

You watched her face for any sign of a joke, shaky breaths steadying out when you couldn’t find any. She just smiled that same sympathetic smile she always gave you, your cheeks heating up again. You reached to cup her hands on your cheeks, making sure she wouldn’t pull away. “Really?”

“Really.”

You both sat in the silence, your head spinning from the exhaustion of your crying, but Clockwork was sure to let you lean on her. She tugged you close, leaning back into the pillows and scooping your head to lay next to hers. She reached back to grip the dial of the radio and turn the music down, a soft thump ringing as the fairy lights twinkled overhead. You just now noticed how mesmerizing they were, only breaking your trance when you felt the same rough fingers tracing your cheekbones.

You glanced beside you, Clockwork’s face suddenly a lot closer than you remembered it being. “Why’re you so worried about me and Toby?” She teased, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You had always known Clockwork was a strong girl. Not just mentally, but physically. Being this close, you could see every indent of muscle on her shoulders and arms, her bicep tensing as she leaned closer to you. It was mesmerizing the way you suddenly realized her stature swallowed you whole. Not to mention the way her abs teased from the way her tank top rode up her abdomen.

“[Y/N]…” Clockwork cooed. Shit, you were staring. You shook your head, forcing your eyes to meet with hers again.

“I wasn’t worried… I’m not- Just-” 

“Worried enough to cry… but kiss me anyway?”

She was throwing you for a loop now, probing your hazy brain for an answer you didn’t know she wanted. You groaned, clasping your hands over your face and trying to shrivel away. “I don’t know…”

“Well, maybe we need to find out, then.” You peeked from behind your fingers, Clockwork’s smug expression filling your vision as she tugged your hands down, wrapping her fingers with your own. You were tense, unsure how to move or what to say, but trying your best not to make a further fool of yourself.

Jealousy, idolization, a crush…? You wanted to contemplate it, you wanted to talk it over so there wasn’t any room for awkwardness. You waited desperately for the days she would come and visit, buying your time with every second she stayed until inevitably left you behind again. It wasn’t her fault, she was living her life.

But what if you wanted that life too…?

What if…

Soon your vision was invaded by her, rough hands cupping the sides of your cheeks to draw you closer as your lips pressed firm. You gasped into the kiss, tilting your head to sink further into her grasp as you wrapped your arms behind her back. Nails dug into the fabric of her tank top, stretching the cloth and pushing her closer to you, lips swiping across the other.

Clockwork was groaning, the remaining dizziness of the weed swirling overhead and seeping into every touch she gave you. It was intoxicating. You felt like you couldn’t get close enough, like no matter how close you pulled her she was still too far away. You let your tongue slip past her lips, false courage giving you a boost.

The dirty blonde obliged, letting her tongue swirl with yours as she trailed her hands down to your sides. She hooked her fingers into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging you up off of your knees.

“C’mere…” She grumbled against your kisses, pulling you to swing your leg over her thighs and straddle her hips. You sunk back into her, wrapping your arms around her neck and gliding your tongue along the warmth of her mouth. You couldn’t get enough, drinking in her smell and her taste, suffocating in it. It was almost better than getting high. Wait-

You pushed back off of her shoulders, disconnecting your mouths and leaving you both itching for more. 

“Wait. This is wrong. We’re both high, and you’re definitely going to regret this and I-” The words jumbled out quickly, Clockwork knotting her brow as she clamped a palm over your puffy lips to silence your panic.

“[Y/N], I’m not high. Maybe a little sleepy, but definitely not high.”

You still kept her back, elbows braced as you forced yourself not to stare at her lips. “So… you want to kiss me? You’re not just doing it 'cause you’re high?” Clockwork was laughing again, letting her fingers rub against your hips as you waited patiently for her answer, unsure why she was finding it so funny.

“I told you, I’m not high. Besides, why do you think I keep coming to see you if I don’t like you enough to kiss you?” Your thoughts were mush, pieces not connecting the way they should’ve been. Maybe you weren’t as sober as you thought… but at least she was there to take care of you.

You did catch the way she smiled though, brushing the hair off of your face and rubbing at your sides. And the way she said she liked you.

“Do you… like-like me? Or just friend-like me…?” 

“Just kiss me, [Y/N].”

Your back was being pushed into the blow-up mattress as Clockwork’s lips pressed against yours again. You melted again, brain entering that fuzzy state where the only thing you could register was how good you felt. She towered over you, your eyes peeking open to catch glances of the way her shoulder muscles strained above you, or the way her biceps flexed when she scooped your leg to wrap around her waist. You clung on, surprised at the sensation when she pressed her hips down, friction rutting against the crotch of your jeans.

“Ah- Jeez-” You whined when her lips dipped further along your jaw, wet kisses planted along your neck and collarbones. She was a lot more eager than before, hunger sweeping over you both as you let your hands tangle into her shaggy hair. Every press of her lips or grip of her hands was doubled in sensation, tingles and chills sweeping through your body and writhing for more. “Feels good…”

Clockwork nibbled at your shoulders, tugging the collar of your shirt aside to suck on the bare skin. She smiled at your whines, grinding her hips lower to bump the stretch of your jeans against your clit. The sensation made your back shoot off the mattress, fingers digging into her shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“Again- Do that again-” You whined out, wrapping your legs around her waist to roll your hips, searching for that same sensation. Clockwork obliged, her hands planted on either side of your head as she raised up to carefully angle her hips against yours.

She rolled them down, the crotch of her jeans roughly gliding on yours and bumping your clothed clits together. You moaned, hands wrapping around her shoulders as you watched, trying your best to meet her every movement and catch that feeling. You whined when she stopped, pouting your lip before you felt warm hands slinking up into your shirt.

“Been waiting on you to fess up for a long time now, angel. It was pretty hard trying to act like I couldn’t tell you were obsessed with me.” She spoke between kisses on your cheek, tugging your back off the mattress to slide your shirt over your head and to the side. “Hard to not miss you, too.” You leaned into her touches, chasing the warmth as her words muddled your thoughts. You couldn’t get enough of looking at her, the fairy lights overhead blinding you slightly, but Clockwork’s frame covering you soothingly.

“Keep doin’ that thing-” You smiled, pushing your hips up in a desperate attempt to create that wonderful sensation again, your clit already throbbing. The dirty blonde grinned above you, leaning back onto her knees to slide her tank top off, her sports bra contorting against her strong build in the most mouth-watering way. “Anything for you, angel.”

Your jeans were being unbuttoned as you reached for her again, tugging her close to steal quick kisses as she worked on tugging your pants down your thighs. Your heart was beating so fast, excitement pumping through to your fingertips when she finally tugged the fabric off of your ankles. Despite the cramped backseat of the Jeep, you felt so free, so comfortable to hold and touch the girl you idolized so dearly. And she was touching you, and you couldn’t get enough.

Clockwork tugged her own jeans off of her legs, sliding the stray clothes to the side as she readjusted her boxer briefs. Jesus, even the underwear she wore was cool. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of her belly button piercing, the small silver ball complimenting her toned stomach wonderfully. She tugged your hips over hers, kneeling between your spread legs as she slid her hands across your excited body. Every touch was electrifying, goosebumps rising wherever her fingernails scraped your skin.

You waited expectantly, trying your best not to seem restless as Clockwork leaned back to grab the glass mason jar from the front seat. You watched cautiously as she fished another blunt out, eyeing you carefully while she popped the roll between her lips and reached for her lighter in the back pocket of her jeans. Once again the sour smell of weed filled your senses, mind already swaying as Clockwork inhaled deeply before leaning back down over you.

Grabbing your jaw, she pressed your lips open with her thumb and steadied herself back into a kiss. You sighed as she pressed firm against you, taking a long exhale into your kiss and passing the smoke into your lungs. You tried your best to inhale, breathing deeply as the sour taste wafted through your windpipe. There was no helping when you began to cough, though.

“Easy… deep breathes…” She cooed, leaning back to take another hit off of the blunt before flicking ashes into the nearby ashtray. Clockwork handled you so carefully, making sure you didn’t get choked as you exhaled, blowing the smoke up into the air. “Atta’ girl…” She smiled, passing the bud between your fingertips as she began to slink down your abdomen.

“I thought you weren’t getting high-” You awkwardly shifted with her, spreading your legs to fit around her shoulders. 

“Changed my mind. You’re gonna wanna feel this too…” She pushed your hand back to your mouth, beckoning you to take another hit of the smoldering plant. You did, not ignoring the way Clockwork’s cheeks darkened as you blew the smoke in her direction, smiling coyly. “Feel what?”

The familiar haziness fogging your brain was coming back, senses heightening slowly as Clockwork slipped your panties down your thighs and with the rest of the discarded clothes. You stalled, body burning up as she kissed along your hips and thighs, pecking at the skin just close enough to make you squirm. “Cumming when you’re high is heavenly. I think you ‘oughta try it out…” 

She kissed right on the puffy lips of your cunt, drawing her hands between your thighs to spread them further. You shuddered, heavy eyes watching as Clockwork stared up at you, her one good eye already becoming bloodshot. Her tongue takes a long, achingly good stripe between your folds, soaking up your dripping arousal as you gasp, stomach clenching. “Mmn- So wet already…”

Your knees jerked as she flicked her tongue across your clit, letting your head fall back into the mattress with a groan. “F- Fuck…” It all felt so tingly, so electrifying as she dove her tongue between your puffy lips again. Your high was setting in again, the feeling of her tongue slowly pushing past the tight muscle of your entrance enhanced to feel so nauseatingly good. She was drinking every inch of you up.

“Feel good, angel? You taste amazing…” She mumbled against you, running her tongue to lap up your juices before centering on your clit again. You whined when she sucked the nub, static shooting through your abdomen and arching your back off of the makeshift bed. “Y- Yeah-” You give such a harsh pull on her soft strands, it has her leering up at you with a dragged-out groan. “Need more- Ah!”

Clockwork answers with a stout suck on your clit, delving deeper to press her tongue inside your gummy cunt once again. Your fingers of your free hand grip her hair tightly, stuttering your hips to get her deeper- closer- You almost scream out when you feel a thumb press onto your aching nub.

You’re writhing, barely able to hold the blunt in your opposite hand from how much your body is aching for release. Every movement of her tongue and fingers is sending you reeling, gasping for air as pulses of arousal reach every nerve ending. “You’re so close, pretty girl. Come on, come on-”

A rough pass of her thumb back and forth across your clit has you straining, cunt clenching down so intensely you dig your head into the plushness of the mattress. It feels like you’ve exploded, cunt twitching and aching so good you can barely see the fairy lights overhead. Clockwork rides you through, leaving her arousal-soaked tongue inside to lap up every inch of your crumbling ecstasy. She’s pushing back, practically moaning at how tight you’re tugging her hair.

The pounding in your head subsided when she finally let off, pressing her fingers to spread your soaked lips and view just how aroused you were. You were practically dripping. It was so violent - so dragged out, like no orgasm you’ve ever had before. She snatched the blunt from your wobbly fingers, popping the end between her lips and taking a hearty drag before handing it back to you.

Clockwork’s above you again, panting desperately as she clasps down on your neck, breathing deep as she leaves chaste kisses and bites along the stretch of skin. “Look so pretty when you cum, y’know?” You’re dizzy, legs spread around her hips and hands wrapping around her shoulder blades to claw for more. “Wanna help- Need- need you to-”

“No. Gotta show you all the best feelings, alright?” She sounded so much more intense, so in charge, as she pushed off of you. Being high made you hazy and aloof, but it made Clockwork rough and dominant. There was no fighting her intentions as you tried to calm your still-dizzy aftershock. She moved so hungrily, so eager to please.

Her hands were in her bag again, pushing junk around until she hauled out a smaller baggie, the drawstrings cinched. “Got this a bit ago- You’re gonna love it.”

You nearly cried when she tugged out a thick, realistic-shaped dildo. You sat up, nervousness ticking through your body as you watched her fish for something else in the bag too.

“Wanna try?”

You were nodding before you even realized it, Clockwork fishing a small bottle of lube from the bag and discarding the rest, something else clearly inside. You let her hands push you back against the mattress, prying her hands between your tired thighs and massaging your sensitive skin. You took another hit of the blunt, the sourness soaking in and calming your chattering nerves before you tossed the smoldering roll onto the ashtray.

But they started right back up again when Clockwork reached to unclasp your bra, pulling the fabric off of your tits and instantly latching onto your nipples. You whined, tangling fingers into her hair and tugging her up, pulling her to your stuttering lips. “Wanna feel it-”

Clockwork smiled her eagerness as she leaned off of you, tugging her own bra over her head and reaching for the dildo again. You gaped at her, the pure eagerness she held as you heard the lube bottle cap pop open, Clockwork careful not to drip any as she let the liquid trail down the erotic toy. You tried to keep your breathing steady, watching carefully as she moved the bottle from the toy over to your whiny cunt, letting the liquid droop down between your folds. You gasped, the cold feeling making chills spread as she leaned close again. “Can’t wait to taste you on this thing…” She sneered, kissing the tip of the toy so teasingly you shuddered. 

“Please-” Clockwork’s sharp canines tugged at your bottom lip, you moaning into the messy clash of the kiss as you felt the cold silicone slap gently against your folds. “Please- fuck m’burning up-” You choke, angling your hips to try and press the head inside. There was nothing you wanted more, cunt clinging and crying for stimuli again until Clockwork was laughing against you. “So whiny…” She nicked a kiss against your shoulder.

You glanced down through heavy eyelids, the dildo sitting so heavily sandwiched between your swollen folds and just teasing to be slid inside. The silicone glistened with the lube, your lips pouting when you angled your hips further to slide inside, only for Clockwork to tug it back. You whined, her kisses along your neck halting as she breathed against your ear. “Easy, pretty girl, let me handle it.”

She was pushing your back up, sliding behind you, and tugging you into her lap, her strong arms wrapping around your torso. “Lay back, angel… Spread your legs for me…” She was coaxing your every move, pulling your knees back to angle the toy at your willing cunt. You were practically vibrating, arms reaching back to grasp onto her shoulders as she began to push.

“Yes-” Before Clockwork could tease you anymore, she was giving a slow, nauseating slide into your cunt. And then you couldn’t breathe- you couldn’t manage anything but a desperate moan. Pressing your shoulders back into her chest, she let the slick toy stretch you open. The push against your entrance had you mewling, senses heightened to a dangerous degree as your head pounded between your ears. The girth slid in, pressing against your velvety walls and finding your arousal clamping down. “Oh-” Clockwork’s gasping when she finally got the hilt of the toy to slap against your folds, bottoming out inside of you and leaving your head spinning. You felt so full, so incredibly stretched. It wasn’t like normal, your high was making it feel like every twitch of your cunt could wrack your body.

You tried to glance back at her, your heavy eyelids making your vision blurry as she began to move, her arm straining to tug the toy from the tight ring of your entrance and push it back in. “There we go… Feel it out…” She nibbled against your earlobe, wet kisses soaking into your skin as sweat beaded on your forehead, your body aching. The push was numbing, every jostle of the toy in and out leaving you strained for more, body pleading to go faster.

“Wanna- Wanna feel you-” Your nails were digging into her shoulders, hips stuttering to plow deeper, Clockwork driving her arm as fast as she could. “Fuck- Alright, alright-”

She gave one last drive of the toy, gripping your hand to reach down and hold it there as she slid out from behind you, laying you down. You whined, confused and desperate to have her back on you again, beginning to lean up until you saw her reach for the baggie again.

“Hold on, angel. Keep stretchin’ yourself, alright?” She looked so hazy, her cheeks dark and eye bloodshot as you obliged, leaning back on your elbow to slowly tug the toy in and out. You felt so light now, dizzily fucking yourself as Clockwork tugged what looked like a belt out of the baggie, your confusion evident.

She unclipped the straps, tugging her boxer briefs down and strapping it around her muscled thighs. You halted your movements, leaning up to watch as she snugged the fabric around, positioning it how she needed it as she reached for the toy between your thighs.

“Lay back…” She coaxed as she slotted the toy into the holster in the fabric, snugging it down to look like she was sporting her own cock. You smiled, suddenly finding the sight very funny as you leaned forward, resting your hands on her shoulders.

Clockwork sat back into the pillows, confusion striking her features and she stroked the toy, her intentions set on fucking you. You couldn’t help but want more though, turning around to lean back, the toy sliding between your thighs as you sat back on her lap. “Fuck…” Clockwork groaned, hands gripping your hips to tug you back.

You gripped the toy, your cunt throbbing as you pushed the head against your entrance, sitting back to let it slide in the same aching way as before. “Ah-” Your knees dug into the mattress, hands resting atop Clockwork’s as the silicone spread your entrance, the familiar stretch making you smile. Your jaw went slack, puffy lips holding open as your ass pressed back against strong hips. You tried not to stutter as you felt the hilt again, Clockwork huffing her arousal behind you.

“Looks so good, angel. Fuck my cock, just like that…” She smiled, leaning forward to nip your shoulder again, chills filling you. You were bouncing back, hips bumping with electric slaps as you rode back on the dildo. It was reaching deeper now, every inch schlicking further than before as you fucked your fack onto the length. You felt so dizzy, so cockdrunk as Clockwork groaned into your shoulder, moaning every time you did.

A snap of your hips told you she was feeling it too, the toy hilt grinding down onto her clit with every slap back, practically fucking you both. You let your jaw go slack, reaching back to wrap your fingers around the straps on her thighs, tugging them closer. Clockwork followed, snapping her hips to push into you every time you sat back, meeting your thrusts. 

“Sh-Shit-” You felt your gummy walls clamping, straining to keep the toy as deep inside as she could fuck into you, arching your back sinfully to get it deeper.

Clockwork’s moan made you flinch, her forehead falling against your shoulder as she reached around, pushing your ass off abruptly as she fiddled with the base of the dildo. You were confused, impatient tinges of your hips making her giggle. You were about to push her hand out of the way, upset by the lack of movement until you heard the small click of a dial.

Your chest tightened, the clamp in your abdomen knotting as you felt the loud vibration knocking against your g-spot. Clockwork moaned out, a cut-off gasp making your eyes roll as she began to fuck into you again, the rumbling toy lodging itself inside.

You suddenly couldn’t keep your composure, your knees sliding out as you fell chest-first into the plush mattress, Clockwork gripping your hips to follow you down.

“Push back- There you go…” She was huffing as you arched your back, her hands pressing down on your shoulders to keep your face smashed into the fabric, sweat beading and dripping off of your skin. You’re gasping at the feeling of your toe-curling high, shots of pure pleasure running through your body as she snaps her hips into yours. Muffled moans and desperate claws against bare skin are the only things you can register, the absolute abusing stretch of the toy inside of your plush walls making you reel.

“Thought you could take it, huh? Wanted it so bad.” She was teasing you now, venom and arousal dripping from her every word, her quick pants loud behind you. “Hah-” Your back arches up sluttily into her as her rough cockhead was grazing so perfectly against your g-spot, her thrusts picking up pace. She was feeling it, you could tell by the way every time you felt the hilt on your puffy lips she was cracking out a moan too. The vibration was wrecking you both.

“Feels so good…” You’re mewling, reaching back to grip onto those straps again as she claws into your shoulders. You hold her legs there, not letting her thrust anymore as you begin to grind back, spine arching as far as you can get it.

The vibration of the toy is puffy on her clit, the hilt rumbling against the nub and making Clockwork choke out curses. You let the head press deep, stretching against taught muscles inside and ruling you over. 

Convulsing over and over under her firm press, you can feel your orgasm clamping down on your abdomen again. “Feels so good- m’cumming m’cumming ah-” You’re choking out, hips stuttering back to grind against the girth. Clockwork’s snarling, taking deep breaths as she ruts her hips too, chasing the same feeling.

You’re dizzy, the pure wave after wave of arousal crashing into your body like a weight, your eyes rolling so far into your head you can barely see. Your cunt clenches, pulsing around the toy that's still rumbling inside of you to milk out every last round of your orgasm. Clockwork is shaking above you, hips jerking and thighs shaking as you hold her close by the straps, her body weight cascading on top of yours. “Christ-”

Your hips let out, falling flat against the mattress as she lays on top, breathing through her wilting shock until she's able to pull out, snapping the clasps undone and tossing the toy to the side. 

You’re both panting, cunts swelled and aching from exhaustion as you cling together, sweaty bodies sticking close. It’s all you can do not to fall asleep right then, the overexertion of your still-high mind making everything seem so fuzzy. The sour smell still surrounded you, the thumping of the music inside the Jeep slowly coming back as you settle your nerves. 

“Can’t- Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that-” Clockwork pants out, her nose finding its way to the crook of your neck and taking deep inhales. You were ecstatic, body too tired to show it but mind running a mile a minute. “I’m just upset it took me getting high to do it…” You sighed back, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and drawing her close, the fairy lights overhead looking all too close to stars and making you so, so sleepy.

Clockwork drags a blanket over to you two, throwing the warm fabric over top and nudging her way back against your side. You’re blinking slowly, trying to stay awake and contemplate, but your brain refusing to compute.

“I don’t want you to leave…” You’re whining quietly, tangling your fingers into her hair as her strong arms clasp around your sides.

“Come with me, then…” She whispered back, kissing your shoulder gently.

You wanted to answer, to reason that you couldn't just leave, that you couldn't just disappear…

You were both breathing steadily, minds quietly fizzling out as you made up your mind.

-

“No fuckin’ way.” Jeff is snickering, bumping your shoulder as you tug a drink from the fridge. Your eyes are heavy, exhaustion still steady as Clockwork slides behind you, grabbing milk for her coffee.

“Watch it.” She’s warning, placing a hand on your hip to slide past you as Jeff continues his tease.

The killer can’t stop staring at the wilts on your neck, the dark hickies and lovebites that gave off the events of last night. You hadn’t realized they were there until you had awoken in the backseat of the Jeep this morning, head pounding and body impossibly sore. Clockwork couldn’t get enough of them though, admiring how nice they looked.

However, she was leaving soon, bags already packed and buying her time with one last breakfast. It didn’t take much convincing for your bags to be shoved in the back too, scooping everything you cared to bring and hauling it down to the Jeep quietly.

“Oh, shit-” Toby was next, tugging the neck of your shirt back but quickly getting a slap on the hand from Clockwork. They were both laughing, Toby gave her a silent nod as she let her arm fall over your shoulder, a quiet answer to his unspoken question. He smiled, turning back to Jeff and shoving his shoulder.

“Say bye to [Y/N]. It’ll be a w- while till we see them both again.”

-

You said your quiet goodbyes as Clockwork pulled her Jeep around the front, popping open the passenger door as you jumped inside. She peeled from the clearing, vehicle bouncing and climbing through the unsteady terrain around the mansion. You watched in the windows as it disappeared, the deep breath you didn’t know you were holding finally letting itself out.

Clockwork reached to tangle your hand with hers, clenching tightly as if she never wanted to let go again.

All the times she visited, and all the stories you wished you would get to experience were slowly becoming a reality with every mile between you and that mansion. Never again would you tie yourself to that place. Glancing over, you smiled.

Freedom never looked so pretty.

This was a request from @bubbleduckie!

Comments and kudos are appreciated!

Thank you to my wonderful editors: @h3llw1 and @solarbites!

[tryingtofindava]

── 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

: ̗̀➛Back to source

INCLUDES: Ticci Toby, Jeff the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Eyeless Jack.

THESE CAN BE READ AS ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

Giggling the whole time.

Feels like Halloween horror nights are the only time of year he can walk around without covering his gash.

Will yap to you about how fake the blood looks and how it’s not thick or dark enough.

MAKE SURE YOU KEEP UP WITH HIM CAUSE HE WILL RUN OFF.

Type of guy to walk in the path of scare actors so they try and scare him, only to laugh in their faces when they do.

He’ll also push you in the direction of scare actors. (He’ll feel a little bad if you genuinely get scared)

“I suh-said I-I was sorry!!”

“You pushed me into him!! I don’t care!!”

Will hold your hand if you do get freaked out about stuff like this<3

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Also like Toby, feels like it’s the only time of year where he can walk around freely in public (not that he doesn’t anyways at night) without any consequences, cause for all they know he’s just a guy dressing up for the horror fest.

Will also probably pretend to be a scare actor to scare everyone. You two may or may not be kicked out for that…

Gets pissy if someone scares him or catches him off guard. (They will end up dead)

Will not try to comfort you if you get scared, will probably make fun of you and try to scare you even more.

Let’s just say you guys probably won’t be doing this again next year..

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

She lives for this shit, a total adrenaline junkie.

Will point at all the cool gorey things, also may tell you if she’s done something like that to a victim… not to freak you out of course just because she found it funny that’s she’s offed someone similarly.

Will be your knight in shining armour if you get freaked out or something, and put an arm around your shoulder.

She will cackle if she sees a kid crying after getting jump scared and deffo gets disapproving glares from parents, so you’ll have to drag her away.

“Heh, that kid shit his pants!” She said all too loudly, the mother of the crying child shooting her a deadly glare.

“C’mon, let’s go…” You grab her wrist and tug her away, casting a apologetic smile to the mother.

You guys will probably just spend the night giggling and looking at everything.

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Every time she gets scared she’ll scream as loud as she can then laugh her ass off.

Will haul your ass around, she definitely wants to do EVERYTHING all at once.

Will totally crush on the scare actors.

She’ll gush over the most repulsive bloodiest monster ever.

“OH EM GEE!! He’s so cute~!!”

“Nina, what… the fuck?”

╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

Very underwhelmed by everything, he just watches while you drag him around.

People will probably mistake him for a scare actor from his mask, and just how tall he is in general.

Will let out a small huff of amusement if you scream at anything.

Hm, the fake blood does make him hungry though, so you’ll have to make sure he’s well fed. Unless you want to make it a real horror night…

Overall not gonna get much reactions outta him, better luck next time.

WROTE THIS FOR MY HALLOWEEN SPECTACULAR AND IM TRYING TO CATCH UP

[raihann1]

PLAYING MM2 WITH THE CREEPS🔪

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Feat: Jeff, Ben, Masky, Toby, Clockwork, Nina.

NINA THE KILLER

Forces you to team with her.

Uses either heartblade or classic knife.

Shares a earbud with you as you listen to Spotify while playing :)

If she dies first she'll spectate for you.

Always yapping.

Gives you free godlys ♡ (your her favorite person)

Match with her!

Definitely hates icewing users.

Does not have voicechat

HATES. HATESS SMALL AVATARS

"Bro my hitbox"

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MASKY/TIM

Deadass does not know how to play.

Actually got addicted.

He's not buying you anything

Accidently broke your ipad once because he didn't know how to shoot.

Yeah no don't play with him. 💀

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JEFF THE KILLER

Classic knife or icewing user.

Camper 🧍‍♂️

LOVES making little kids mad.

Will curse out kids in the loudest fucking voice.

He got banned several times

"FUCK"

"MY HITBOX BRO"

scams little kids aswell.

He gave you a chroma once and said it took 30 minutes because the girl had to ask her mom for permission 😐

Don't team, if you lose he'll blame it on you.

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BEN DROWNED

Definitely a exploiter

Loves fucking up peoples games

He'll only team if he feels like letting someone else win

"EZ"

A "tryhard"

Let me spoil you bbg, with my 300+ godlys of everytype 😼

Definetly kills you when you team and blames it on your hitbox.

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CLOCKWORK

FUCK

Spam jumper

Camper

definitely uses the godly "clockwork" 😐

Like jeff, absoluetly kills little childrens ears when shes screaming curse words at them.

Buys you shit when she feels like it 😼

A rager

Hates icewing users.

Yeah your gonna have to have a timeout for her.

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TICCI TOBY

Is the most lagggiest fuckjng player ever.

Lagged so much he cant even load in the game 🙁

Definitely uses traderie because he wanted to find a knife that looked like his hatchets

Will absolutely have the most terridying mood swings.

Almost broke your computer.

"GET OUT!"

oh, he'll definitely match :)

Hes broke tho.

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[whaleofatjme1920]

Ok so Ik this has already been done with ej, but I’m a toby simp, and I wanted to ask. Reader finding out toby is cheating on them? Maximum of 1k words, a scenario idk, smth. Ty!

-👾

It's Dangerous, To Love the Sun

[Ticci Toby X F!Reader]

[Warnings: angst in general, physical and emotional cheating, violence, language]

[AN: I listened to Brooksie - Not Into You slowed + reverbed while writing this, I hope you enjoyed! Also went a lil over,,, the word count because I kinda liked this,,,,,,,,,,,]

You love Toby. Ever since he came into your life, you’ve been happier with him at your side. He makes you smile, he makes your heart sing. You’ve never felt so complete.

The way he looks at you is akin to gazing at a masterpiece. His eyes are so full of love when he gazes at you from across the room, wondering when you’ll finally break away from your conversation with Jeff to be at his side again.

His touch is gentle, never harsh. Toby’s fingers trace up and down your forearms and back, ghosts, whisper-like kisses of physical affection in an attempt to show you what he verbally cannot express. He’s always so warm, so loving, so whole.

He completes you, is what you’re trying to get at.

The two of you like to sit on rooftops late at night because neither Masky nor Hoodie can stand the two of you giggling at odd hours of the day in their presence. Kate’s not around long enough to actually care. When it’s just the two of you sitting up here, quiet, against each other and breathing in the sweet night air, you feel more complete than you’ve ever felt before.

You hum out, watching the stars twinkle in the sky, a dreamy expression on your face as Toby momentarily stops playing with your hair.

“What’s o-o-on your mind, b-baby?” He asks, a brow raised. Toby shifts on the shingles, his arms wrapping around you like an octopus, bringing you closer and closer into his warmth.

You find yourself blanketed in him and relax. “You’re so good to me, y’know that?” You say.

Toby scoffs and rolls his eyes. “O-Other way around,” he corrects.

You tilt your head and shake it slightly, telling him he’s wrong. “You’ve always been so good to me,” you continue, brushing off his attempts to play down your saccharine words.

He knows you’re not fibbing, but at the same time, he refuses to admit to your claims. “I d-d-did what w-was expected o-of me, you know t-that,” he states plainly.

You take in another deep breath before resting your head on his shoulder, melting into him. You pick up his scent: oak and burning winter, before retorting against him again in a voice a hair above a whisper. “You’re wrong.”

Toby laughs, his lips pressing to the side of your head. “If y-y-you say so,” he murmurs, pressing more kisses to your head and eventually your face. He revels in the sound of your laughter as he does so, leaving no inch of you unkissed.

“I know so.”

The two of you fall back into a pleasant silence.

You’ve always viewed Toby like he has power over the sun, because, as far as being a proxy goes? He does. When you were first plucked from your life and called for something ‘greater’, it was Toby who had taken pity on you, trained you, taught you all you needed to know and the ins and outs of this life. He was the one who shielded you from Masky, Hoodie and even Kate at times.

It was by his hand that you survived, and it is still by his hand that you thrive.

It was such a blinding adoration for a man you believed held dominion over the sun that kept you veiled from the truth of what he had been doing behind closed doors, yet could be seen through the windows.

Naturally, you didn’t want to believe it. Who would? The person you love’s heart has fled the place it used to live with you and taken up residence with someone else. That’s not an easy thing to admit, not when you realize that love truly is not all it takes.

Toby doesn’t want to admit it either. It started out as some strange infatuation, a fleeting crush - someone he would forget.

But her eyes? Her darling eyes? One of them the most beautiful shade of peridot he’d ever seen and the other a literal clock? They say the eyes (in her case, eye) are the window to the soul, and she had absolutely snared his. She was beautiful in a way Toby couldn’t describe, beautiful in a way that had him seeing a sky full of stars in the middle of the day, and beautiful in the sense she was timeless.

Toby knows he should be ashamed, that she’s his little secret, that what he has with Natalie can’t be compared with you, but he knows he can’t let you find out lest you go too far you can’t come back.

That blinding sun made you shrug off the bruises that were too keenly placed to be a victim’s sorry attempt at freeing themself. You shrugged off the scent of roses and wine. You shrugged off how his eyes saw past you, no longer at you. You shrugged it all off, choosing to stay blinded than face the truth.

And you would’ve happily lived in that ignorance if Toby didn’t grow cocky and arrogant and so fucking careless.

You’ve never really felt your world crash and burn until today. You've never been burned by the sun until this moment.

You’re looking into the eyes of a man you think owns the sun and see nothing but fear, regret, and pleading. Pleading for what? That you won’t leave him? That you’ll stay with him? You feel tears well in your eyes as you see him laying in your bed with her. The woman who had been naught but a shadow until now.

“R-Reader,” Toby begins, quickly wrestling up in the sheets, watching as your soul leaves your body in the doorway. “B-Baby, it’s n-no-”

You’re at a loss for words, and frankly, you don’t think he even deserves the right to your thoughts at this moment. Instead, you hold your hand up, silencing him, and turn to leave the temp house. You were out doing work for your fucking boss and get rewarded like this? The man you loved in bed with another woman, looking at her like she owned the moon. You take in a sharp breath and then begin to beeline to the front door when Toby finally gets out of the bed, ignoring the cries of confusion pouring from Natalie’s mouth.

Your heart races when you realize Toby is gaining on you. Your vision blurs through your tears.

He’s calling out for you, his stutter even stronger than before, bones popping louder and louder as he gets hit with the weight of what he’s done to you. “Stop! S-Stop fucking m-m-moving!” He hisses, his calloused hand reaching out for your wrist, successfully grabbing you.

You snarl like a caged, wounded animal, flesh burning at the contact. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you sneer as you attempt to rip your wrist from his iron grasp. In your other hand, you already have the car keys ready. You just want to be anywhere but here.

“I-I’m so s-s-sorry,” Toby says, attempting to pull you into a hug.

You struggle against him harder, hissing to be let go. The keys in your free hand are getting threaded in your fingertips. Your tears feel warm and boil your cheeks as they roll down like waterfalls. The harder he grips you, the more you feel you’ve been burned to a point of no return. “God fucking damn it, let me go!” You shout, not even noticing how Natalie has come out of the room to get Toby off of you. She’s quickly gaining in the hallway, confused on if she should step in or not.

Toby tries harder and harder to pull you into his embrace, and that’s when you strike.

You take your car key filled fingers and punch as hard as you can, the teeth of the keys dragging across Toby’s cheek, successfully shocking him into letting you go. You don’t even consider how badly you’ve hurt him and take the opportunity of his shock to flee the temp house, quickly hopping into the car.

“Reader!” Toby shouts, hand on his right cheek, not even caring about the claw marks you’ve left. “B-Baby, let’s t-talk about t-this-”

You start honking the horn to drown his voice out. Your eyebrows are furrowed, a scowl on your face, glare holding nothing but bullets towards Toby and Natalie as she attempts to wrangle him back into the house.

You watch as her arms wrap around his waist - she’s surprisingly gentle for dealing with such a belligerent man - before peeling out of the driveway, hand still honking the horn and practically waking up the neighborhood while you’re at it.

Your mind overloads as you drive, thoughts of the sun getting eclipsed by the other celestial body that overtakes it in full, swallowing it whole. You mutter angrily to yourself, turning on the radio for just noise as you finally get onto the expressway. And you drive. You drive until your head feels clear again, and when it does, you’re finally able to focus on something other than what’s in front of you on the endless stretch of road.

Autumn is making its way in, that much is apparent. Every now and then, specks of orange and red zip past your high beams. It’s cooler, and you swear you’ve passed a few flowering pumpkin patches.

You look to your left, gazing out the window for a moment or so.

The moon is decidedly absent this night.

You sigh as the fires extinguish in your heart, loneliness, sadness and any other emotion draining alongside it leaving a pit in your chest.

The emptiness quickly takes its place, haunting you like the ghost it is.

[creepy-spooghetti]

Truth or Dare w/ the Creeps (OLD)

Y\N: Who wants to play Truth or Dare?

BEN: Sure.

Cody: Yeah, me, me!

Natalie: Eh, why the hell not.

Jeff: That game is for dumb kids.

Y\N: You’re right, Jeff. Which is why you need to play.

Jeff: Huffs and walks away

Liu: Count me in.

Y\N: Great! Clockwork, truth or dare?

Natalie: Dare.

Y\N: I dare you to kiss the floor.

Natalie: That is such a generic dare it’s comical.

Y\N: Or, ya know, you could always kiss someone...

Natalie: Hell no. Kisses the floor Blegh. When was the last time somebody washed this fucking thing?

Liu: If I remember correctly, you had mopping duty yesterday.

Natalie: Shut your mouth, you two-faced freak.

Sully: I’m not the one with a stopwatch in my fucking eye socket, now am I?

Natalie: Psh. At least I only have one identity.

Sully: I make Liu a whole lot more interesting. Come to think of it, you need another personality.

Y\N: Okay girls, you’re both pretty. Let’s continue the game, shall we?

Sully: Call me a girl again and you’ll regret it.

Natalie: Call me pretty again and I’ll shove a clock into your eye.

Cody: Not if I protect her.

Natalie: Okay. I’ll shove a clock into both of your eyes.

BEN: TRUTH OR DARE! Just say TRUTH OR DARE.

Natalie: Truth or dare... Sully.

Y\N, whispering: Oh this will be interesting.

Sully: Dare. Bring it on, tick-tock.

Natalie: Narrow eyes I dare you to go outside and get eaten by the Rake.

Sully: Ladies first.

Natalie: It wasn’t my dare.

Y\N: Okay Nat, the dares have to be non-lethal.

Natalie: This game has no rules.

Y\N: It does when you want someone to kill themselves.

Natalie: Who says?

Y\N: Yours truly.

Natalie: If I can’t send someone to their grave, I don’t wanna be a part of this.

Sully: Fine by me.

Natalie: Now if you noobs can survive without me, I have a murder to commit.

BEN: We can definitely survive without you.

Natalie: Fine, elf boy. 

Y\N: Clock, don’t leave. We’re in the middle of a game!

Natalie: Ta-ta for now, losers. Walks away

Sully: Well now that we got rid of her... Doll, truth or dare?

Y\N: Are you talking to me?

BEN: I think he’s talking to you.

Y\N: Truth.

Sully: Who do you like most, me or Liu?

Y\N: That isn’t a fair question!

Sully: Just answer it. 

Y\N: I like both of you the same amount!

Sully: No you don’t. I’m better.

Y\N: You both are annoying as hell. I have no more feelings for you than I do Liu.

Sully: Winks Okay, I’ll keep it between us.

Y\N: Rolls eyes BEN, truth or dare?

BEN: Dare. And make it saucy.

Y\N: ... 

Y\N: Okay, go eat two spoonfuls of hot sauce.

BEN: Wait- not that kind of saucy!

Y\N: You should’ve specified.

BEN: Groans

BEN: Gets up and goes to the kitchen

After eating hot sauce

BEN: Internally screaming

Y\N: You okay there, BEN~?

BEN: I-I’m fine. Cody, truth or dare?

Cody: Dare!

BEN: I dare you to leave and not come back.

Cody: ...Oh.

Y\N: BEN. Pick someone else or give him another dare.

BEN: No. He has to complete the dare or he forfeits.

Y\N: Grabs Cody’s hand He isn’t leaving.

BEN: Why do you care so much, anyway?

Y\N: Because he is a part of this game and he will be treated as such.

Cody: Blushes

BEN: Fiiiine! If you’re gonna be so crazy about it. I dare you to stay still the whole rest of the game.

Cody: Okay. Y\N!

Y\N: Hm?

Cody: Truth or dare?

Y\N: Dare...

Cody: I dare you to sing Baby Got Back.

Y\N: Wut.

BEN: Giggles 

Liu: Stares at you with a smirk

Y\N: You’re kidding me.

Cody: Nope!

Y\N: ...

Y\N: I... like big... butts and I cannot lie...

The boys: Snickers

Y\N: Cringes You other brothers can’t deny... that when a girl walks in with an... itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face... you get sprung... want to pull up tough...

BEN: STOP, stop, I can’t take it! Laughing hysterically

Y\N: Alright, shut it! Blushes 

Sully: Never did I think I’d see the day when Y\N sung a song about loving a girl’s ass.

Y\N: Cody made me!

Cody: And it was so worth it! Snickers

BEN: Cody, bud, I may have underestimated you.

Y\N: Huffs indignantly Liu, truth or dare.

Liu: Stifles laughter Truth, please.

Y\N: Glares What’s your favorite game?

Sully: Taunting Jeffery and his ugly clown face.

Y\N: I asked Liu, Sully.

Liu: What, like board games, or...?

Y\N: Just overall.

Liu: Chess, probably... although I like Monopoly and Charades.

Y\N: Cool! Maybe we can play one of those next. And get some other residents involved...

BEN: Sounds good.

Sully: Not that psycho clock girl, right?

Y\N: She already left. I doubt she’d be willing to come back.

Sully: Well, you won’t catch me trying to convince her.

Y\N: I wouldn’t have expected to.

[tryingtofindava]

── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

INCLUDES: Toby, Nat, Jane, Sally, Kate.

A/n: so oops this is 3 days late my bad, enjoy these late headcanons (ᵕ—ᴗ—) These can be read as romantic or platonic BUT SALLY IS STRICTLY PLATONIC!! Fem! Reader

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

Trick or treating with you makes him feel like a kid again.

Reminds him of the times where everything was a little less shitty… He could just dress up with Lyra and scavenge the neighbourhood for the best sweeties.

HE’D LOVE DOING A MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUME TOO WHILE YOU GUYS ARE TRICK OR TREATING!!

Speaking of costumes, I feel like he’d point out Halloween costumes of people/characters he recognises, or finds cool. What a cutie.

He will sorta feel silly still knocking on doors at his age, I mean, he’s at least handing out sweets age now.

“Fuh-fuck yeah!! I-I got a Nuh-Nuh-Nougat!!”

“Ew, they’re so gross, dude…”

Will trade the sweets he doesn’t like with you, and he’ll either not like said sweets from the flavour or the texture since he’s funny like that. (I’m self projecting…)

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

She’s not gonna knock on doors with you sadly, claiming that ‘She’s too old for that, and Halloween for her now is about getting totally shit faced’.

But, she’s more than happy to walk around with you and admire the Halloween decorations. Oh, and the chicks who dress up.

Without a doubt like Toby will point out costumes too!! Just…for another reason.

“Woah, when did Tinker Bell become an only fans model?” Nat will nudge you, nodding towards a group of girls dressed up at the pixie hollow fairies. A smug grin etched upon her scarred face.

“Shh!! There’s kids…” You quiet her down.

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Wouldn’t go out trick or treating with you sadly, she’d be way more interested in staying in your guys’ shared suburban home handing out the sweets to trick or treaters.

The night before she’d drag you along to the shops with her, and choose the best sweets the trick or treaters would love.

She’s also dress up, I can see her going as Lydia or Morticia since they match her gothic vibe she’s got.

She’d also make you match with her by going as the female versions of Beetlejuice or Gomez. She’d think it would be cute to match, and it was!!

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

SHE LOVES HALLOWEEN SM!!

Adores everything about it, the decorations, the dressing up, and especially the sweeties!!!

She also loves the fact that the blood permanently leaking from her head wounds are okay to freely walk about with during this special night.

The eight year old will drag you around to every house knocking of the door with a grin, waiting to get her little hands of the best treats.

She’ll make you take pictures of her and every Halloween prop she sees.

Anyways it’s just the cutest bonding moment between the two of you, she views you as her cool older sister that takes her to get a sugar rush.

“SWEETS NOW, PLEASE!!”

“Sal, you’re supposed to say trick or treat…”

╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

Like Toby, it also reminds her of simpler times… Before all the madness and chaos the Operator brought into it her life.

Being out and walking around with you reminds her of when she was younger going out with Lauren and CR to get all the best sweets.

While she won’t dress up anymore, or knock on doors to get treats, she will reminisce about her childhood and teenage years.

And she will hold onto this time with you probably for the rest of her life.

Kate watched you as you walked slightly ahead of her, navigating through the groups of kids and parents. Looking over your shoulder at her, a grin on your face. “You good, Kate?”

She snaps out of her trance for a moment, shaking her head as she nods at you. “Yeah, just remembered something.” She spoke quietly. You remind her of what she’s lost, so, so much.

Guys I wanna write an angst one shot of Kate so bad dhjdkdudjsnjcksjdjdjdidujfjdj. So uhm anyways this wraps up my HALLOWEEN SPECTACULAR for this year!! Yip yip!!

[rainrot4me]

Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 05

Clockwork x Gender Neutral Reader - Jealousy/Friends w/ Benefits

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Jealousy, toxic, cunnilingus, possessive, friends with benefits, miscommunication, domination, angry sex, degradation

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 2.0k

A/N: Let’s ignore the canon fact that she doesn’t like to be called Natalie anymore… It’s weird to write out someone moaning the name ‘Clockwork’ HAH

Jingling through your keys, you finally found the one to your front door and shoved it into the lock, pushing the door open. The warmth of your house was much preferred over the chilly night air outside, shedding your jacket once you stepped in and hooking it onto the coat rack. Your friend stepped in with you, closing the door behind herself.

It was hard to see, shoveling around in the dark in search of the light switch, flicking them on once your fingers brushed it. Everything was how you left it the night before, walking towards the kitchen as you tossed your bag onto the counter.

“You can just toss your stuff in my bedroom.”

She nodded, turning down the hall and hauling her backpack with her.

You went about turning your old coffee pot on, pushing your sleeves back as the stout smell of coffee brewing warmed the air. In the mood for a sandwich this late, you collected a few pieces of bread from the pantry and all the other things you preferred, setting everything out, enough for the two of you.

You and your friend from work were planning a little late-night drinking and movies, her boyfriend freshly dumping her and leaving you to console her. You didn’t mind, more than willing to spend a night talking crap and relaing. It was going to be a good night. But as you reached for a knife in the neat knife block you kept, you flinched as you noticed one was missing.

Stepping back, you looked around, searching to make sure you hadn’t unknowingly moved it.

But when you heard the small tap of the blade against something stiff, you turned, pressing your back against the counter.

“Hi, angel.”

“Ah, Natalie… You scared me.”

The girl stood relaxed against the doorframe leading into the kitchen, her arms crossed as she tapped the blade's edge against the clock face lodged into her eye socket. You cringed at every tap, back stiffening straight as you watched her, contents of your meal long forgotten. She had broken in…

Clockwork was no stranger in your home, or to you. Being childhood friends, you had seen the thick and the thin of it, always more than willing to lend your aid when all the shit with her life went down. What neither of you really expected, was the staggering amount of times she would find her way into your bed.

It was nothing serious, just time to blow off steam and be gone by morning, back to whatever life she had away from you. Natalie had her life and you had yours, occasionally mixing the two when you both needed it.

But that didn’t stop the uneasy feeling you got when she pressed off the frame and began to saunter towards you.

“Who’s that?” She slid past the counter, angling the blade of the knife to tap against the polished wood, tapping rhythmically.

“Just a friend.” You could hear her coming back down the hallway, light footsteps pattering closer. You gave a weary look to Clockwork, fingers gripping onto the counter as she appeared in the doorway. She stopped, stunned that another person had appeared, rightfully so. You were just hoping Natalie didn’t decide to turn around and give the poor girl a full view of her left eye.

“[Y/N]? Who’s this?” The air was tense as you looked towards her, weary eyes faking a half-smile. Clockwork was staring daggers down at you, arms crossed and fingers gripped tightly around the hilt of the knife, a warning. You knew what it meant.

“Uh, an old friend. Sorry, but… do you think we could do this another night? I’ll make it up to you.” You gave a sad smile, internally begging her to just agree and leave, glances quick between her and the brunette hovering above you, her demeanor growing impatient.

“Uhm… Sure, yeah. I’ll just, uh, see myself out…” You let out a sigh as she stepped back down the hallway and collected her stuff, a concerned final look as she waved goodbye and quickly left. Clockwork didn’t move until she heard the rumble of your friend’s car leaving the driveway, finally sliding the knife onto the counter as she stepped closer, invading your space.

“What was that for?” You asked, exasperated at her rudeness. You went to press off the counter, ready to kick her out yourself when a firm hand gripped the underside of your jaw. You gasped, fingers pressing into your cheeks and keeping you looking at her face, a scowl plastered as Natalie leaned down to your level.

“Wanna really tell me what was going on here?” Her grasp tightened, a little whimper slipping past as you clawed at her arm.

“I told you, she’s just a friend-”

“Oh, like how I’m just a friend? That’s cute. Were you planning on showing her your idea of being friendly?”

She was mad, eye glaring and teeth gritted as she taunted you. She smiled at your pitiful attempt to struggle against her. You had no idea, but Natalie had just gone through a bad night and all she wanted was to bury herself between your thighs and forget about it.

But when she heard a second pair of footsteps follow you in, she couldn’t help the swell of jealousy that took over her. You didn’t belong to her or see yourself in a relationship with her, but that didn’t stop the possessive tendencies the brunette experienced. You may not be hers, but that cunt sure was. Clockwork was just plain angry, now.

“Nat…” You tried to groan out, but she was shoving you down onto your knees, hand still holding firm on your jaw. Watching through weary eyes, she began to undo her belt, slacking the leather to the side as she unzipped her ragged jeans. It was hard not to whine and struggle against her, your little noises egging her on.

“Sorry? What was that?” She was pushing her jeans down to her midthigh, leaning back against the counter as she dragged your head closer, tangling her hands against the sides of your head. You gasped, hands stabilizing yourself on her knees as you knelt before her, face level with her boxer briefs. “I think you should thank me for not killing her in the first place.”

Reluctantly, you nodded, curling your fingers into the waistband and tugging them down her thighs. You pushed her jeans down to her ankles, shaky hands gripping her knees as she spread her legs further, smiling down at you.

You didn’t get a minute to think before she was pulling your head in, shoving your lips against her warm cunt and sighing above you. You got to work, knowing full well that only doing what she said was the way to get her out of this fit. Spreading your lips, you lapped your tongue through her folds, her hands tight on your head as she groaned, pushing her hips further.

Running your tongue over her clit, she's hissing, angling your head up so she can rut her hips down. She’s practically bullying her cunt onto your tongue, the muscle running through her folds and collecting her slick with little consideration for you or your ability to breathe.

“Such a fuckin’ brat. You seriously- ah- seriously think you can just dismiss me for a friend. I didn’t know friends begged each other to fuck them, angel.” She was being mean and she knew it, your pouty eyes telling her you didn’t mean any harm; didn't stop the swell of anger she felt when she saw you inviting someone else into your home. This was hers.

You whine as you suck on her throbbing clit, her arousal coating your lips as you drank her up. You want to pull back and spew your apologies, pleading that nothing was going to happen, that you belonged to her. But she kept her grasp tight and your face shoved into her cunt, your tongue pressing into the tight ring of her entrance as she groaned. She tasted so good, your fingers gripping her legs as you nudged your jaw open further to soak against her swollen folds.

“See? You’re so easy. It takes nothing before you’re begging to please me like a dog, hah-” Despite her harsh words, her thumbs brushed your cheeks, pushing your hair out of your face as she kept her eye on you. You stared with fluttering eyes at every desperate push of your tongue, leaving her groaning and hissing as she rutted against you.

Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are watery, but Clockwork persists, chasing that twinge in her gut at the way you whine and huff against her cunt.

“So, tell me. Were you- hah- were you planning to show her how good your tongue feels?” You’re shaking your head, trying to at least as Natalie’s fingernails press against the back of your head, tangling into your hair.

“Or, maybe how nice that ass looks after it’s all red with handprints…” The hungry smile plastered on her face has you whining, fingernails digging into the muscle of her legs as you pressed your knees into the tile of the kitchen floor. Your jaw was beginning to hurt, lips suckling on her clit as Clockwork’s thighs tense around your head.

“No- M’promise- Nat-” But her head is tilting back, she writhes as you moan into her wet cunt, the vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running up her spine.

“Tell me who you belong to, then, angel.” Clockwork knew she didn’t really own you, too caught up in her life and past to settle down and really take you for herself. But this: this view, your body, your mouth, yeah- those were hers. She wasn’t going to share, no matter how crazy she sounded.

“Mnh, you- Just you- Mnn-” You bully your tongue back into the tight stretch of her cunt, her walls fluttering around your tongue as you nudge your jaw up, shoving your nose against her clit.

“Sorry- aha- come again?” She was close, the way her thighs trembled and voice became shaky giving it away.

“Nata- Natalie- All yours-”

Maybe it’s the sickly sweet way you moan her name against the slick of her puffy cunt. Or maybe it was the way you ground your jaw as you plunge your soft tongue deeper into her plushy walls. But most of all, it was how you looked up at her, bright eyes fluttering with eager intent, filled with nothing but want.

Because she’s cumming, and cumming so messily all over your mouth. “Fuck- Yeah, mhn-”

But you don’t stop, continuing to dip your tongue into the velvety flush of her cunt as Clockwork strains above you, clenching the back of your head tight against her. It finally takes her dragging you back by the hair, her heavy eyes and flushed face bending down to yours. Her slick is glossed so prettily all over the bottom half of your face, a thumb coming to swipe at your lips before she’s shoving her lips against yours. You both groan, tangling your hands into each other's hair as she drags you back up to your feet.

It’s a blur of haze as she’s dragging her jeans back up, wrapping a tight fist around the back of your neck and holding you tight against her.

“I think I deserve to watch this ass bounce on my strap, yeah? What’dya say, angel?” A lazy nod and you’re being tugged down the hall towards your bedroom, cold coffee long forgotten.

It was toxic, and nasty, and possessive as fuck, but you both knew it was perfect for each other. Your lives were so different, so intense, so if you could spare your nights for just a while- being a little jealous wasn’t so bad.

Natalie kept a hold on what was hers, and maybe, you could be one of those some day, too.

Thanks for reading!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated! 𐚁₊⊹

Thanks to my wonderful editors @h3llw1 and @solarbites!

[tryingtofindava]

creeps with a goth gf

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡! 𝐆𝐅*ೃ༄

lolz didn’t know what specific creeps u wanted so imma just choose who!! ^_^ ALSO THE READER IS A TRAD GOTH!!

(INCLUDES: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Kate the Chaser, Clockwork.)

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Has at least nearly roundhouse kicked you bcs he thought u were Jane on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS… (he’ll say he’s sorry in the most dull non apologetic way ever and probs doesn’t mean it.)

“My bad, I guess.”

He doesn’t care abt aesthetic that much I believe, as long as he finds you hot lolz.

Though when he’s out killing people and he sees something that catches his eye that he’d class ‘gothy as fuck’ he’d snatch it for you… so that’s sweet ig.

He deadass brought you a dead bat once…

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

HE LOVES U AND UR AESTHETIC SM

Midwest emo x trad goth, what a combo :3

His first words to you ever was that you looked like you crawled out a Tim Burton movie (he was tryna impress u with his film knowledge).

Type of guy to ask to make a shared Spotify playlist and try and learn all of the songs you like and force himself to learn the lyrics for you.

Bro will jump you just to get a hug, and when he finally pulls away you’ll just see the black imprints of your makeup on his white tee.

BEGS YOU TO GO THRIFTING TOGETHER TO FIND COOL THINGS TO WEAR FOR EACHOTHER!!

“T-this would luh-look so cool o-on you!!”

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

TWINNING!! :D

She’s a trad goth too lmao.

You two definitely share clothes, no matter what it may be. Corsets, dresses, boots, gloves. Anything in the closet really you two own together :)

ALSO she WILL help you doing your makeup, not because you need the help just because she likes to practice so she doesn’t get rusty. (She mostly wears her mask so she doesn’t rlly do a whole lotta makeup besides lashes and lipstick)

Like Toby will take you thrifting (without the breaking in part).

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

She thinks your so so so super duper awesome sauce.

She’s a scene girly, so she LOVES the fact that your twos aesthetics are so different and unique from eachother.

Also likes helping to do your makeup, because she just wants to be able to do trad makeup to impress you.

WILL ASLO TAKE YOU TO THE THRIFT SHOP. (these guys like thrift shops okay)

Would love if you guys swapped wardrobes for a day.

“BABE, PRETTY PLEASE??? JUST FOR TWO MINUTES!! I’LL GIVE ‘EM BACK!!”

And you’ve deffo caught her in your clothes MULTIPLE times :3

╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

She doesn’t care all that much what you’re aesthetic is lolz.

She just wants someone in her life to love and to love her back.

But she does compliment your look nervously when the convo gets a lil too quiet.

Though you to catch her staring at you lovingly while doing your makeup.

She may bring you back little things that caught her eye that reminds her of you, that being anything rlly. BUT ESPECIALLY CLOTHING.

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

She will compliment you every chance she gets. Mostly calling you hot and sexy.

SHE’S GOT THE HUMOUR OF A 12 YEAR OLD BOY WHO HASN’T HIT PUBERTY!! (And you love it and hate it at the exact same time.)

Like I mean she makes goth mommy jokes ALL THE TIME… there’s no stopping her. She cackles so hard afterwards after u scold her for it too.

“I love my big tiddy goth girlfriend<3”

“Nat, I swear to fuck-“

[tryingtofindava]

What about Kate with a cannibal reader?

─𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐭 𝟐) *ೃ༄

(Includes: Kate the Chaser, Jane the Killer, X-Virus and Clockwork.)

: ̗̀➛Back to source

Part 1

╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

She’s a funny one when it comes to your craving of human flesh…

She cares, but doesn’t at the same time??

If you act different when you’re hungry, she’ll probably get something for you to munch on.

It’s sweet honestly, she treats you like a hungry Victorian boy from the 1600s.

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Acts like she’s your mother.

She has a little stash for both you and Jack.

Unlike Nina who would make the human meat up to your standards.Jane would have none of that, you get what your given.

“You were starving weren’t you? So eat.”

She doesn’t have time for you being fussy with food, you’ll eat what she provides.

And if you don’t like how she goes about it, get your food yourself.

╰┈➤ 𝐗-𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬

Finds it interesting cause he’s a weirdo like that…

He will ask if you wanna try his human experiments, in the name of science of course.

Of course only the ones that he’s… 99% sure won’t kill you or make you ill. Not that you can die anyways, being a proxy and all.

But he will keep tabs on you if you do try his lab rats (humans).

“How’d you feel? What does it taste like? How many fingers am I holding-“ blah, blah, blah, blah.

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

You eat humans? Cool…

She’d definitely get you snacks, an arm or thigh maybe, depends on how she’s feeling.

As much as she loves getting you your food, she’d find it hot if she went with you to get it.

Something about you biting into someone neck, man… I dunno. (She’ll ask when it’s her turn…)

She’d probably text you random shit like: ‘Hey babe, you hungry cause I’m going out.’

Without context to her messages anyone would find it sweet.

(Guess who’s back from the dead lolz…)

[tryingtofindava]

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to Ava Christmas Chronicles

She doesn’t care if you’d rather stay in and cosy up watching Christmas films.

She’s DRAGGING your ass outside.

She makes up for it by pulling you around on her little wooden sledge she has though!

If you slip and fall on the ice, she’ll take a good few minutes laughing her ass off before actually helping you. She offers her hand to you and you pull her down with you.

“HEY Y/N!”

“Yeah, Nat-“ (she threw a snowball at your face.)

She deffo owns one of these hats.

Holding hands while walking<3

Walking carefully across an icy lake (and almost falling in)

Taking turns on her sledge going down the biggest hill you can find.

DOING THAT ONE CHRISTMAS DANCE DANCE ON TIKTOK.

^^ LITERALLY YOU GUYS.

Going back inside and watching Krampus while drinking hot chocolates while under the COSIEST blanket you could find to warm up.

(She gave you her jumper for dec 3rd btw)

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