#vivicas dollhouse

[vivicas-dollhouse]

An unhealthy obsession

A ticci toby x reader NONCON fic

AGAIN, NON CONSENSUAL. DEAD DOVE- DO NOT EAT.

Desc: you are a prostitute who got picked up by toby, but he isnt letting you go. Ever. You are gonna regret the day you were born by the time your life ends.

Warnings: noncon, knives, blood, cutting, bondage, overstim, mention of free use, kidnapping, drugging, begging, degradation

Enjoy~

“T-tough situation youve got there huh?”

You gulped, fear shaking every muscle of your body. You were bound and spread open, a variety of tools surrounding you. You had just wanted to get some quick money, but sex work came with risks.

Toby rogers. You need to remember that name so you can tell the police.

He was standing in front of you, weight on one leg as he looked at your naked body. He was shirtless, toned body covered in odd scars. He was attractive, sure, but he had quite literally drugged and kidnapped you, so points off there.

“Please, just let me go,” you begged, still struggling to focus your eyes on his face… was his cheek always that.. holey? Your memory was fuzzy, and you couldn't tell where that awful ringing was coming from.

Toby clucked his tounge, walking around the mattress to the side where your restrained legs were. You pressed them together as best you could to shield yourself, but he forced them open. His hands were cold, like ice on your skin. You whimpered, the touch magnified by your loopy state.

“Dirty fuck-fucking whore, im not even doing anything yet, save it for l-later. Your gonna have a long night baby, enjoy it while i-it doesn't h-hurt.” He spat, tracing his fingers up your inner thighs, trailing lightly over your clit. His touch felt like heat, despite being completely cold. You squirmed under him, trying to squeeze your legs together, but he harshly forced your legs into the bed. The pain was instant, like a thousand needles in your hip joints. You bit your lip to keep from making another pathetic noise, he would like that too much.

“Keep your-r legs open,” he drew a knife from his table of tools, “or im gonna cut those p-pretty thighs of yours and use your blood a-as lube, got it princess?”

You let out a small noise of agreement, and he put the knife back.

“What are you gonna…. gonna do to me?” You slurred, words were still hard to make.

Toby laughed, a girlish giggle that sent chills down your spine. “Im gon-gonna make you my little sex doll for the night, then im g-gonna see if anyone else wants to use you over the next f-f-few weeks. I have people paying me good money-y to reserve you for a night.” He slapped your thighs, earning a yelp from you as you processed what he said.

“You…. you mean im not going home?” You cried, tears welling in your eyes.

Toby scoffed. “Oh d-dont be a sap, of course your not! You ever l-lose one of your whore friends and they just disa-disappear? Who do you think makes that happen?”

You screamed, at first out of horror, but then at the searing pain in your thigh. Your head was spinning, the rooms lights starting to be the only shape you could make out. Then, you felt something enter you.

You moaned, head blurry as a vibrating wand tickled at your pussy, resting on your clit and touching your gspot at the same time.

“Fuck,” you moaned, instinct taking over as you arched your back.

“Damn, your re-really that pathetic? I didnt even have it on the highest setting!” Toby laughed, clicking the lubey vibrator up to max.

“Mmmghh-” you squirmed, tensing around the wand as he pressed it onto you as hard as he could.

“Yeah? Wh-why dont you say my name? Cmon, moan my name for me,” he mocked, undoing his belt.

“Fuck… fuck you..” you slurred, beginning to fade out of consciousness. You let your head roll back, still quietly moaning at the stimulation.

You inhaled some of the ice water that toby threw on you, gasping for air and sputtering as you snapped up.

“Need you aw-awake for this baby,” toby propped you back up, ignoring your coughing. He picked up a knife from the table. You felt panic rise in your chest as you saw how much blood had leaked from your original wound.

“Toby-” you moaned, earning a groan from him. He put down the knife and grinned.

“Thats what i like to hear kitty,” he huffed, removing the rabbit as you gasped. He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, and pulled down his boxers. His erection came out with a sigh from him, the head leaking with precum. He rubbed your blood onto himself with a hiss from you as the liquids mixed, the sting like nothing you have ever experienced. He grabbed onto your thighs and inserted himself, causing you to make an almost automatic moan. He chuckled, and immediately started fucking your pussy like a dog in heat. You moaned loudly, biting your lip.

“F-fuck, slow do-own, ple-ahh-” you whined, begging for something you knew wasnt coming. He reached to the table and grabbed a silicone bullet, turning it on max and pressing it into you. You screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain as you neared your peak.

Toby giggled, rubbing the bullet up and down on your throbbing clit as you screamed. “You gonna c-cum you f-fucking whore? You like be-being raped? Huh? Say you like being raped and ill-l let up, mkay princess?”

You nodded, gasping. “I- i fucking- hah- i like being raped- fuck just slow down,”

He giggled and continued at the pace he was going, pressing the bullet even harder into you as he groaned. “I lo-ove hearing that baby, wh-why dont you thank me for raping you?”

“No no no no, please no more,” you begged, squealing and shaking as you held back an orgasm. You werent going to give him the power of it, but fuck, it was getting hard to breathe.

“How much of your thigh do you need? How about i just cut your f-fucking foot off, would that be good- hah- good baby girl?” He stuttered, face red and sweaty.

“No no, than- thank you for- fuck- thank you for raping- hah- raping me, fuck!!” You screamed as you came around him, the shame filling your body as much as his cum was. He finally let up as he shot his load into you, keeping the vibrator at the speed and pressure as you cried.

“Fuck princess, thank you for telling me so i can do it over.. and over.. and over again..” he laughed, watching your legs spasm as you screamed in pain.

“Stop! Stop! Please ill do anything, just turn it down at least!” You begged, tears streaming down your face as you fought against your restraints.

“Lem-mme mark you as mi-ine and i will, promise,” he calmly replied, grabbing the knife and pressing it into your other thigh.

“T…. o…. b…..y!” He grinned, cutting each letter into your thigh as you writhed in pain. You screamed as you came involuntarily, gasping for air as you slowly lost your vision.

“Your mine, now and forever. Youll never forget me love, and i cant wait to have more fun with you,” he mocked, watching your head roll back.

Out like a light.

[dollhouse-freaky]

In case anyone was doubting my claims on the operator symbol being cut into me here are 3 of the more visible scars

[halloweenvalentine1997]

i. clones live in dollhouses replicas of pretty blond people evil twins with sadistic tendencies pulling out each others’ hair and blackening each others’ doll-like eyes the formers live in a shack living like poor white trash and praying to jesus on the cross to save them from their poverty ii. brats live in dollhouses sticky-handed children tracking mud in their rosebud lips practice swears under their breaths their parents hear them, admonishing them and smacking their heads clean these porcelain people are fragile the government takes care of them and in their pretty dollhouse tantrums spin out of control a willow switch marks and maims the daughter’s back for sleeping with a boy she goes to visit her former in the shack and they watch TV in silence, tolerating each other iii. dolls live in dollhouses perfect people hidden in an attic goya is framed on the walls hell depicted for their terror the children fear abuse and starvation they fear flames and painful sensations their wounded eyes plea for forgiveness iv. in his castle in ireland, a mad scientist clones human beings and the clones are the demons of society, sucking it dry

Vivica Salem

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Sakura Kurobane Playlists Pls (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Rule #4: Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a Birdcage

The Haunted Phonograph - Thoushaltnot

10 James Orr Street - Strawberry Switchblade

Vivica - Jack Off Jill

Dethroning of the Party Queen - Rosalie Cunningham

Hermit the Frog - MARINA

Valley of the Dolls - MARINA

Kill the Lights - The Birthday Massacre

You are the Moon - The Hush Sound

Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez

Coin-Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls

The Phantom of the Opera - Andrew Lloyd Webber

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

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Movie Review | Kill Bill (Tarantino, 2004)

This review contains spoilers.

I recently watched a Taiwanese exploitation movie called The Lady Avenger. It’s a rape revenge movie that isn’t overtly artful by any means, but plays with a real urgency (likely helped by the production circumstances, which I’m guessing were pretty marginal). But in between the punchier moments we associate with exploitation, it finds room for notes that catch us off guard, lingering on images and emotional beats that seem at odds with the uglier content that preceded it. It’s a dynamic not entirely impossible in respectable cinema but seems endemic to exploitation, where the exploitative, outrageous content that gets asses in seats creates the contrast necessary for the moments of depth to land. I bring this movie up because seeing it so soon after a rewatch of Kill Bill brought my thoughts on that film into focus. Kill Bill seems more clearly now than ever to me an exploration of that very idea, founded by a belief that the movies it’s pulling from are in fact good movies and not just sources of cheap thrills.

Of course, thrills are in ample supply, particularly in the first half, which threatens to overwhelm us with the surface pleasures of genre cinema. We get the glimpse of the inciting incident, the heroine’s (Uma Thurman) wedding shot up by her former comrades, and then a lightning fast two hours of high style and splatter (the movie doesn’t even slow down enough to give her a name; she’s known only as the Bride), culminating in an epically violent fight scene in which the heroine takes on dozens of henchmen, systematically chopping them to pieces, and then facing their leader (Lucy Liu) in a one-on-one showdown in a snowy garden. The reference points are numerous and on full display: Shaw Brothers, Lady Snowblood, the Lone Wolf and Cub series, but Tarantino treats this set piece like a plaything, scoping out the location as if it were a dollhouse with roving overhead shots that move to the rhythm of the music of the 5.6.7.8′s. The music changes to Morricone, and soon he begins gleefully smashing his toys together to wreak havoc. (I assume Tarantino had a few Kung Fu Grip G.I. Joes, or at least a Snake Eyes.) His love for these influences doesn’t overwhelm the sheer thrill of the combat itself, which he depicts in a mix of lush colour, black-and-white and silhouettes, shifting from one technique to another as if the heroine is leveling up through a video game and keeping the audience guessing as to both what flourish and what giddily violent act he’ll serve up next. The film on the whole isn’t the most authentic exercise in grindhouse style he’s made (that would be Death Proof), but this sequence does offer his most full-bodied interpretation of said pleasures.

The second half decelerates from this manic pace and begins to unpack what transpired. We revisit the opening massacre and learn that the heroine actually has a name. She’s moved from archetype into actual character, and we get a sense of the wounds that led to and came out of that fateful event. There’s a training sequence, where Gordon Liu (who previously appeared as a commander of the henchmen the heroine slaughtered in the first half) plays the Pai Mei character he once battled in Executioners of Shaolin, and aside from being enjoyably stylish, this scene really buys into Lau Kar-Leung’s idea of kung fu as self improvement, marrying martial arts with character development. Throughout this, Tarantino challenges us to identify with the characters’ motivations, both the heroine and her nemeses, and to question the extent to which we derive mindless enjoyment from the proceedings. The Bride’s killing of the Vivica A. Fox character in the first half is juxtaposed uneasily with that character’s daughter walking in on them. Yes, Fox wronged her, but she too has loved ones and a life not without value. She meets a smooth-talking pimp (Michael Parks, in another neat bit of double-casting), but his capacity for cruelty quickly comes into focus when we glimpse the mutilated face of one of his prostitutes.

In probably the most affecting passage of the film, we spend time with Bud (Michael Madsen), Bill’s brother who has now retired as an assassin and works a demeaning job as a bouncer for a strip club. This formidable killer is now reduced to haggling for shifts and cleaning up overflowing toilets. There’s something poignant seeing him so defeated, even when Tarantino makes no excuses for his failings (he’s the only one in the film to use a racial slur, which like in Reservoir Dogs is used as shorthand for a character’s flawed nature), and his confrontation with the Bride finds him re-energized, if not necessarily more likable. There’s little warmth however in the character of Elle Driver (Darryl Hannah), the eyepatch-wearing assassin who may be most unapologetically cruel of the film’s characters. (Lucy Liu’s character in the first half is similarly vicious, but the film shows it to be at least in part out of necessity.) Yet her disgust at Bud’s unceremonious method of trying to kill the Bride rings true to the movie’s heart. These characters may hate each other, but there is a twisted sense of honour between them and a respect for each other’s true natures. The confrontation between the Bride and Elle Driver also features a gruesome shot of a bare foot squashing an eyeball, which suggests Tarantino, a notable foot fetishist, challenging even himself on his mindless enjoyment of this kind of thing. (Either that it’s doing a lot for him.)

When the Bride finally reunites with the eponymous Bill (David Carradine, bringing his entire history in genre movies to imbue his character with a certain depth), she finds him to be loving father to her daughter, who survived the opening massacre, and to be full of remorse. How much should we really cheering for her to kill him? This movie doesn’t have the political conviction of Tarantino’s subsequent films, but it does share with them a sense of morality so severe that it can’t help but draw out the discomfort in carrying out a quest for revenge. Tarantino has frequently mined pop culture to add meaning (my favourite example is a fairly succinct one: Bruce Willis finding courage and honour through a samurai sword in Pulp Fiction), and here he has the Bride bond with her daughter over Shogun Assassin, another film about a parent-child relationship in a world of great violence and cruelty. Bill gives a speech about Superman that summarizes the themes of the film in one monologue.

“Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman....You would’ve worn the costume of Arlene Plympton, but you were born Beatrix Kiddo, and every morning when you woke up, you’d still be Beatrix Kiddo. I’m calling you a killer.  A natural born killer.  Always have been, and always will be.”

Ultimately Kill Bill is about grappling with one’s true nature, both the characters, ruthless killers despite how they rationalize it, and the film, an exhilarating exercise in and shrewd deconstruction of exploitation.

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[vivicas-dollhouse]

Creepypasta sex headcannons: updated!

*note: my hcs have changed around nina, she is no longer a minor. Just around 19-23 and immature.

Pastas featured: jeff, toby, masky, hoodie, ej, nina, jane, and clockwork

1.1k words, enjoy~

JEFF THE KILLER

•MEAN. SO MEAN.

•would degrade the shit out of you, hoping to make you cry either in pain or of shame.

•lowkey has a breeding kink, he MAKES his cum stay in you. Be sure to be on birth control.

• “your gonna cum until you break sweetheart,”

•LOVES orgasm control, he can cum but you? Absolutely not.

•when you do get to cum, hes still not stopping. He doesn't care if you scream or bleed, that makes it hotter

•his favorite position is missionary only because he can see you cry and your tits bouncing.

•usually only goes for women, but if hes desperate he will fuck a guy. Its just not as fun for him.

•he hopes youll be bleeding by the end of your session, but bruises are good too. You'll definitely have a lot of those.

•he doesn't believe in foreplay, he wants to get to the point and get out. No aftercare either.

TICCI TOBY

•lowkey a whiny bitch

•100% switch, mainly because he likes being beneath you but also has a desire for control

•he loves giving his partner head, whether they are male or female. He loves hearing all the noises they make, how they squirm.

•his favorite position with girls is cowgirl, he will grab onto her hips and leave marks with his nails that sting

•with men, he just likes whatever. As long as he gets off.

•prefers women, but also loves men about the same. Women are more arousing, but men are a better orgasm

•hes pretty gentle, making sure you know your loved before during and after.

•likes being praised, he melts if you call him a good dog

MASKY

•gay. so gay.

•he is a soft dom, enjoying the power dynamics but not wanting to hurt you TOO bad.

•he likes breath play, enjoying watching you gasp as he plows into you

•he tries not to cum in you, but every once in a while he will on accident. You just feel so damn good!

•he doesn't praise or degrade really, he just states what he thinks and doesn't go over that. If you act like a slut, you are a slut. If you act like a good boy, you are a good boy.

•he doesn't like leaving marks, he thinks since he hates it that everyone else does

•does very good aftercare, always taking care of you or running a hot bath for the two of you. He will get you anything you want for being so obedient

•he isnt a face fucker, he lets you go at your own pace and is appreciative with what you do

•hes fairly vanilla, you wouldn't expect it when looking at him.

HOODIE

•also gay

•he… hes a FREAK

•he loves bringing weapons into bed, holding a gun to your head as he rails you makes him insane, loaded or not.

•he loves hitting you, watching your dumb face turn red from his slaps

•predator/prey dynamic is his SHIT, he loves inflicting genuine fear in his partner.

•IF you can get him to submit (good luck) hes a complete brat. He will need a muzzle because he WILL bite

•acts more like a feral dog than partner in bed, biting and bruising you at every chance. If your not sore tomorrow then hes failed.

•he can and WILL fuck your face until you cant breathe. The tears make it hotter.

•he refuses to give head. Not even 69.

•after all this, he goes back to his usual self, taking good care of you while you shake. He will pamper you like a prince because you took it so well, and hes so proud of you.

EYELESS JACK

•bisexual king, we stan

•he is literally part feral, so sex is…insane

•with women, he loves fucking your pussy with all of his tounges and watching you writhe and tense around his tounge.

•with men, he just plows. Doggy style.

•his dick is MASSIVE, good luck fighting off multiple orgasms

•he prioritizes his partners orgasms over his own, he can get off with anyone, but you are special. You are his, and you deserve the best

•he is very possessive over you, you are his main priority and he loves you.

•back to the sex

•he growls and groans loudly, he is insanely and unapologetically noisy.

•his cum is sterile to humans, so he creampies you as much as he wants knowing he will never be a father

•he loves foreplay, nuzzling, purring, and kissing all over you until your begging for him

•aftercare is the same, he will curl up around you after getting you whatever you want and not move for hours while you sleep

HOMICIDAL LIU

•hes so sweet, but still a top

•he only dates women, and treats his partner like royalty

•he isnt very rough, but he knows how to maintain control of the situation.

•he loves giving head, gently lapping at you and fingering you is the happiest he will be.

•he loves hearing you moan, the sounds drive him insane and get him harder than your body will (for good or bad)

•he loves fucking you in front of a mirror so you can see how pretty and slutty you look, not necessarily to humiliate you

•he personally prefers anal, but he will do anything you want

•he prioritizes slow, loving sex that feels good to drag out, not necessarily a fuck fest see-how-much-you-can-cum game

•he almost enjoys before and after as much as the sex, watching you get flustered and worked up is all he can want

NINA THE KILLER

•into mainly men, but loves a girl every once in awhile

•shes a sub, but a bratty one. Shes not making it easy.

•she wants to be broken, the rougher the sex the better

•she loves both giving and receiving head, wanting to be a desperate mess for her partner

•she loves being marked up, she wants people to know shes taken

•she loves to be choked almost to the point of passing out and being slapped back to consciousness

•shes very giggly and noisy, not afraid if people hear

•she loves the use of toys, anything to highten her orgasm

•edges herself for hours when alone, its just heaven to finally release

•she loves being treated like a cat, petplay queen

•wears a collar with her partners name on it

•loves being tied up so she can be used against her will for as long as her partner wants.. cnc kink goes crazy

JANE THE KILLER

•shes a lesbian!! Hell yeah

•shes a hard dom, taking full control of the bedroom at all times

•she LOVES treating her partner as subhuman, watching them grovel at her feet gets her off so good

•she ties her partner up at all chances, using their body as her personal canvas

•she loves 69, its the ultimate pleasure

•she will eat you out for hours, your at HER mercy, remember? SHE controls everything about what happens in here

•pet play is top tier, she loves putting her doggie on a leash and watch them eat her out

•she loves to put a slip chain on you and dragging you around her room, watching you sway from oxygen loss

•expect multiple orgasms, from every way possible

•once shes done making you cum, she will give you the best aftercare possible, making sure you know your loved and cared for

CLOCKWORK

•doesn't really enjoy sex with anyone, sticking to solo play. That sexual trauma is strong

•she uses toys all the time, its hardly a session without a rabbit vibrator.

•shes quiet, she doesn't like to make any noise at all.

•shes just too messed up to enjoy sex, so theres not much to say

[vivicas-dollhouse]

More than love: a y/n creepypasta smut fic

Kinda a pt 1? Idk

Cw: Y/N is female, creampie, a little bit of brat taming, sir, degrading, restraining, just general hornyness

1.8k words, enjoy~

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“Your ass bro, learn to play!” You yelled to ben, knocking him off the map.

Ben scoffed. “You just got lucky, watch this,” he bragged, attempting a power move only to be countered and killed.

You cheered, looking up at jeff from his lap. He smiled down at you, petting your head.

“Bet you cant beat me babe,” you teased, smiling. He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes.

“Im pretty sure i can,” he playfully joked, looking back at his phone.

“Oh yeah? Prove it. If you win, you can… have my shirt.”

He raised his eyebrows, glancing down at you and shutting his phone off.

“Ben gimme your controller,” he said, reaching out to him as he looked clearly uncomfortable.

He passed him the controller, rolling his eyes. “God, you two are so dumb, im leaving,” he stood up, only half joking.

Jeff laughed, waving him goodbye. “See you later virgin,” he teased. Ben scoffed and flew up the stairs.

Jeff looked down at you, smirking. You smiled sweetly and started the game, purposefully losing at first. He noticed, raising his eyebrow. “Cmon, actually try,” he joked. You focused in, quickly defeating him. He let out a loud “FUCK” and sighed.

“Sorry babe,” you smirked, sitting up out of his lap. You yawned quietly, watching jeff turn off the tv.

“Im getting that shirt,” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. Without warning, he scooped you up, carrying you up the stairs as you laughed. You buried your face in his neck, taking in his familiar smell. He set you down on your bed, locking the door behind him.

“Whats up babe? That tired?” You teased, purposefully pushing your boobs together a bit. He smiled and turned out the lights.

He pushed you down, rolling onto the bed and cuddling you. “Maybe,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you. You rolled to face him, noses nearly touching.

“I love you,” you murmured into his lips, going in to kiss him. He reciprocated, sliding his hands to wrap around your waist. You loved his hands on you, kissing a bit rougher.

He moved his hands under your shirt, and feeling his rough hands on your bare skin felt like magic. He pulled away for a moment, his warm breath hitting your face.

“I love you too baby,” he smiled, the moonlight shining in his eyes. He played with a strand of your hair, pulling it slightly.

“Oh, you wanna pull my hair huh?” You teased, laughing. “How about.. this!” You quickly rolled to get on top of him, watching his face flush.

You leaned in to kiss him, reaching to pin his hands above his head. He let you, sighing into the kiss as he tilted to deepen the kiss. You made a small noise of desperation and lightly bit his lip, earning a groan from him as he tried to loosen your grip to touch you, but you held firm on his wrists.

You noticed, breaking the kiss. “You wanna touch me?” You whispered, letting his hands go. “Go ahead,”

“Fuck, finally,” he mumbled, going into kiss you again. He moved his hands underneath your shirt, feeling your bare chest as he pulled you in closer. You moaned into his mouth as he touched your soft nipples. He used the quick break to slide your shirt all the way off, quickly going back in.

The kiss got rougher, heavy breathing filling the room as he dug his nails into your back. He bit your lip, slipping his tongue in as you parted your lips. You felt his hands slide down your back, playing with the jeans waistband. You pushed yourself against his dick, earning a small groan from him as he trailed his kisses down your neck.

“Fuck-” you moan as he rolls to be on top of you, quickly pinning your hands like you had his. He started giving you a hickey on your neck, sucking and biting at your soft skin as you whimpered. He broke away for a moment, taking his hoodie and shirt off and throwing them on the floor.

“Dont need these,” he murmured into your neck, going back into your neck. You let him pin your arms again, enjoying the total lack of control as you felt his warm skin against yours.

You whine, causing a low growl from him as he moved his lips to your collarbone.

“Mine…. mine….. all mine…” he exhaled into your skin, nipping at your neck as you moaned.

“All yours.. all…. all yours… sir…” you sighed, feeling him growl into your skin at the term, biting your neck.

He broke away, gasping. “Your such a little brat…” he glared, smiling.

You giggled, squirming under him. “Put me in my place then,”

He smirked, leaning closer to you. “Yknow i hate playing these games you little shit,” he growled, lips inches from yours.

You melted into the bed, dumbly smiling up at him. “Thats why i love it baby,” you whispered, watching his eyes darken. He tightened his grip on your hands.

“Your such a pain in my ass, you know that?” He groaned into your lips. You moved to kiss his neck, feeling him lean into your lips as you licked at his soft skin. “You… little... shit…” he groaned, face warm.

“Oh, is someone mad they can't control me?” You mocked, watching his expression darken.

You arched your back, rubbing your hips into his dick as he gasped, clearly upset that he was losing control. You moved your lips up his neck to his jaw, sucking at his jaw. He tightened his grip on your hands, moving to hold them with one hand as the other hand gripped your jaw, pulling you off his neck.

“You think your so tough.. you little tease…” he whispered, eyes looking down at your bare chest. “Your so beautiful… fuck.. your so beautiful baby…. Im going to.. im going to ruin you..” he growled. “Your lucky your cute, or else id shut you up,” he grunted, struggling to keep himself under control.

You giggled, struggling to make words through your lust clouded head. “Id like…. like to see you try sir, i c-cant… i.. fuck…” you mumbled, hoping he didnt notice you struggling to speak.

He did.

“Oh, is someone trying to act all tough? Can someone not think straight because they are such a little whore?” He mocked, pushing his hard clothed cock into yours, earning a pathetic noise from you.

“N- no sir… im… god your so fucking hot, please..” you gave in, letting your arousal take control of you as you whimpered under him. He laughed, letting you go as he slid off his and your pants in a quick movement.

He played with the waistband of your panties, bulge showing through his boxers. You moved your knee to brush against him. He moaned at the touch, quickly pinning you again.

“You.. hah.. you think you can… do that, you little brat…” he huffed, watching your red face glow in the moonlight.

“Only one thing can make me… a good girl…” you shifted under him, spreading your legs under him to feel his leaking dick through his boxers.

He smiled, pleased he had broke you. “Oh really? What would that be love? What will make you a good girl… MY good girl..”

You looked away, flustered. “You… sir..” you sheepishly admitted, feeling the wetness in your panties, aching for stimulation.

“Thats it, good girl..” Jeff purred into your ears. “Thats more like it.”

You wiggled under him, feeling the warmth of his skin and how he stared at you so lovingly, but also possesivley.

“Cmon babe, please,” you begged, throbbing to be touched.

“No, you need to be taught a lesson. If you want to be bratty, im gonna take as long as i want… torturing you.. playing with your pretty little head..”

You cried out under him, looking up at his glaring smile. You watched him watch you, and it was clear he was enjoying this, but didnt know how long he could hold back.

“Your such a slut (y/n), you want me so bad dont you? Say it.” He demanded, finally sliding off your panties and his boxers as he briefly let you go. You stayed put, not wanting to anger him and delay him.

“Im a slut, i want you so fucking bad sir,” you whimpered, watching him groan at his freed cock. He grabbed your hands again, pleased with your response.

“Good girl,” he muttered, slowly inserting himself as you melted into him, feeling him fill you at last.

He started thrusting, watching your boobs jiggle as he quickly sped up, unable to contain himself as you pathetically moaned.

“Yes, yes like- ah fuck-” you moaned, not caring if anyone heard, just enjoying the ecstasy.

“Dont- hah- dont you dare move your hands, got it?” He barked out, moving his hands to your hips to stable himself. You nodded, making small high pitched whimpers.

“I love seeing you like this love, so fucking desperate.. so- fuck- so fucking needy.. all for me..” he grunted, rutting into you with all his force.

“All yours, fuck- dont stop- ah-” you mumbled, head cloudy with lust, just feeling his dick slam inside you.

“Damn, your so.. damn.. tight… so fucking wet… mine…” he groaned, head rolling back as he pulled you into him by your hips.

“F-fuck jeff im gonna- fuck- please-” you moaned, boobs bouncing with the force of his fucking as your breathing became quicker. He panted, clearly about to lose control.

“Cum for me baby girl, cum for me,” he growled, watching your eyes roll back as you gripped the sheets. He dug his nails into your hips, using one hand to rub your clit, quickly sending you over with a loud gasp.

He kept going, ignoring your cries of overstimulation, but cumming inside you soon after with a whimper and huff. He slowed, pulling out and watching the cum pour out of you. He flopped on the bed next to you, breathing raggedly and wiping his dick on his discarded boxers.

“You… you did so good baby,” he smiled, tucking a hair behind your ear as you smiled at him.

You scooted into his arms, feeling his arms wrap around you gently. “Shut up you loser,” you muttered teasingly.

He pet your hair as you nuzzled into your shoulder. “Yeah yeah, whatever, i love you too,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“You wanna do this again tomorrow?” You flirtingly asked, not really sure what he would say.

He chuckled quietly, looking down at you. “Of course love, after slenders job we can. We can do this as many times as you want, whenever you want, however you want.” He whispered with a hint of seduction.

“Maybe i can top?” You joked, laughing.

Jeff made a small noise of surprise, rolling his eyes. “Oh really, you think you can handle being on top?”

You smiled. “Thats a tomorrow topic baby, lets just rest,” you muttered, happily nuzzling into jeff as he pulled the blanket over you both.

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Creepypasta headcannons i have

Tw: sh mention, murder talk, sex talk (light)

Jeff the killer

He comes off extremely rude and he is, what you see is what you get with him

He is the definition of a pervert, almost obsessed with sex. Hes extremely non committal, but he has enough respect for his hookup to let them know that its not anything more than a hookup to him

He is very unkempt, rarely showering. Because of this he REEKS of axe body spray. Shower in a can.

His clothes all have some level of blood or dirt on them, he only washes clothes when they are borderline unwearable.

He will never admit it, but he has a soft spot for animals. However, if he comes across a hurt animal, he will “put it out of its misery” even if the animal could live.

His room has piles of random things hes stolen from his victims, including a box full of family photos. His reasoning is that he doesn't want the victims familys to have any keepsakes. The rest of the creepypastas think its weird.

He spends most his days laying in bed on his phone or playing video games with ben, waiting for night so he can go pick out and stalk his victims.

He puts great care into choosing his victims, mainly choosing the ones who look like they could put up a fight. He lives for the struggle, feeling that adrenaline rush and satisfaction for when he finally kills them

Eyeless jack

Hes a sweetheart to those he cares about, choosing to spend his time around people he knows. He comes off very stoic, but in reality he just doesn't know how to interact with people.

He has a large knowledge about medicine and how to treat wounds that has made his room very popular in the mansion. He offers his services for free, but he doesn't offer any numbing or anesthesia if you happen to need something like stitches.

He is very quiet, only speaking if he has something important to say.

He doesn't quite know how to keep a romantic relationship, but he tries his best. He is devoted to his partner, treating them like a god/godess.

His victims are all women, particularly pretty women. He enjoys breaking something delicate and fragile, cutting them open and displaying their pretty organs.

He likes to “play” with his victims, often splaying them out like an art piece with the organs he doesn't eat hidden around the house.

His room is oddly neat, with little bloodstains or dirt. He hates messes, obsessive over keeping a steril environment for his “patients”. He doesn't even eat in his room, fearing a spill.

Ticci toby

Toby is…. something alright.

He is the definition of bipolar, switching between happy and bubbly to homicidal and aggressive at the drop of a pin.

He is usually found up in a tree, watching the forest. He takes comfort in knowing that the world goes on when hes not there.

He is suicidal, but usually takes out his emotions by hacking up someone. Murder is his favorite coping mechanism, treating the victims dismemberment as a sort of “play therapy”

He doesn't have a favorite type of victim, but he does tend to kill more men than women, rarely choosing to kill children. They scream too much.

His partner, if he was stable enough to get one, would be treated well enough, receiving gifts and little signs of affection. He isnt the touchy feely type, as he cant really *feel* it. It might be nice for the partner, but toby isnt THAT considerate

He keeps his room clean, but it does get messy when hes having a down swing.

He is kind of a hoarder, having shelves full of various trinkets and rocks he likes.

He also has a book of pressed flowers, as he feels safest while in nature. The natural world is beautiful to him, keeping him sane.

Ben drowned

Ben is a little shit. Poltergeist is the best term to describe him, constantly tormenting the residents of the mansion by messing with their electronics.

He can fly, but it takes effort, something ben doesn't really like to put in. He walks most the time.

He can enter people's electronics at his whim, pissing off everyone with his antics

He loves going through peoples cameras and inserting himself into the photos while in the digital world, as well as deleting random apps

He loves anime, often putting the shows on 1.5x speed so he can watch quicker. Hes totally a weeb, having posters of attack on titan and jjk up in his room

Speaking of his room, its a disaster. He hasnt cleaned it in god knows how long and it stinks like ass covered up by the cherry incense he lights.

He isn't interested in romance, it has never occurred to him that someone may be interested in him.

Hes very self centered, doing most things soley for his benefit.

He doesn't really like killing, as it takes too much energy. He would rather play video games instead.

He doesn't have to eat, but he chooses to anyways. Why not when food tastes so good?

Sally

She might be only a child, but shes not stupid. She knows that she is looked at like a stupid child so she uses that to her advantage.

She is absolutely ADORED by slender, having tea parties with him whenever she can. She sees him as a father, calling him “dad” at times.

Her room is full of stuffed animals, as she finds comfort from having them to protect her while she sleeps.

She has frequent nightmares, often waking up shaking and crying. She runs to maskys room when this happens, as she knows he will protect her. They usually end up watching tv on the couch where sally falls asleep, causing tim to carry her to her room.

She doesn't like killing, as it reminds her too much of her past. Slender refuses to have her do anything but what she wants, so she gets to be at the mansion all day, going out with the proxys to the store if needed.

Masky

He is totally hooked on cigarettes, smoking almost a third of a pack a day. He knows its bad for him, but its one of the few things that brings him joy.

He has restless leg syndrome, constantly bouncing his leg while sitting. It pisses jeff off for some reason, but to be fair everything tim does pisses jeff off.

You will often find him sitting by a body of water as he finds the sound soothing. It acts as an escape from his horrible intrusive thoughts.

He really is slenders lap dog, despite how much it irks him. He cant help it, where else is he supposed to go? He has to help slender to keep himself safe.

He always is slightly cold, wearing two layers and gloves. It pisses him off because people (jeff) are always making comments about it

He sees toby as a kid, not really realizing how much it pisses toby off. Masky feels like a parent to him, but toby sees tim as nothing more than an adult trying to control him.

His room is full of various posters of his favorite bands, specifically deftones. He keeps it tidy, but theres always a slight mess that he claims he knows where everything is, but he constantly is losing something.

He likes killing, but its also just a job. He doesn't see his victims as people, but as an obstacle he has to eliminate. He prefers killing sex offenders, as he sees it as a good deed to the world, as well as because of sally. He can't imagine a child like sally getting assaulted, so he takes them out in the most painful way he can think of.

Hes not gay… but hes definitely not straight. He cant imagine having an exclusive partner, but an open relationship would be nice.

Hoodie

Hes quiet, but he listens. He knows all the drama in the mansion, despite not personally knowing most the people involved.

Most people forget he exists, which is exactly how he wants it. Hes not one to get in anyones way.

He loves sally, giving her gifts, flowers, anything she wants. Sally sees him only as tims friend, not really as a caretaker.

He constantly gets on maskys nerves by taking his things and using them, placing them back in a place he knows tim will look and know it was moved.

He has feelings for tim, but doesn't quite know how to express them, so he just plays little pranks and smacks his ass. Thats his idea of flirting. Tim doesn't find it funny.

He loves weed, and smoking a blunt in the woods is his ideal night. He always smells like weed, which is part of why sally doesnt really like him.

Hes a clean person, keeping his room comfortable and in order. He showers a little too infrequently, sometimes having greasy hair for a couple days too long.

He has a mild drinking problem, but he is aware of it and is trying to cut back, choosing to smoke instead.

Clockwork

BAD BITCH ALERT!!!

She's muscular, but mainly trains for strength instead of looks. She exercises obsessively, bordering on unhealthy amounts.

Shes a total gym bro, drinking protein shakes that she keeps in the mini fridge in her room specifically so no one steals her food.

She and nina are best friends despite being polar opposites. They work out together, nina usually tapping out long before clockwork does.

She is brash, not afraid to speak her mind or punch someone if needed.

She hates all men, but can tolerate masky, hoodie and toby. They treat her well enough, respecting her boundaries.

She loves killing men, joining tim when he kills child predators. She knows not all men are bad, but that doesn't really matter. A man is a man, and she doesn't like them.

She loves sally, but keeps her distance. She doesn't want to be seen caring for anyone, despite desperately craving love and attention.

She wishes she could trust enough to have a partner, but she lets her fear get in the way when she has a chance. She ruins he relationships on accident without really knowing why. Its just instinct to isolate herself.

Her room is clean, clothes organized by color and a mini kitchen in the corner. She often cooks for her best friend nina.

Nina the killer

Shes THE scene queen.

She feels stupid for ever idolizing jeff after realizing who he really is so she strives to prove she is better than him.

Slender loves her, admiring her drive and ability to preform well in missions

She is especially skilled in stalking, watching her victims for days before hand

She uses social media to find victims, catfishing men and women to meet her and then killing them in their own home.

Her favorite method is strangling, as she feels it proves how strong and capable she is. She is right.

Her natural hair is light brown, but she dyes it black and pink every 2 months.

She has freckles, but she covers them up.

She spends most her days stalking or on her phone, calling people shes catfishing for hours.

Clockwork tries to pull her out of her room but after 5pm it's impossible to get her out without a food bribery.

She definitely has borderline personality disorder, but she has a handle on it. Her favorite person right now is clockwork, and when she splits on her, clockwork takes it calmly and lets her cool off. Nina always apologizes and appreciates clockwork for her patience.

She does self harm, but usually bullies herself out of it because “thats cringe”

She wants a relationship, but refuses to acknowledge that shes a lesbian.

[vivicas-dollhouse]

My creepypasta sex headcannons <3

(I hc nina and ben as minors so they will not be listed, enjoy!!)

Jeff

very much a switch, but only bottoms in certain situations, aka rarely.

He enjoys the power dynamics of bdsm, the total sense of control and ownership

He LOVES gags on his partner, the feeling that they cant tell you anything (including no) drives him nuts.

He likes treating his partners like prey, making them fearful of what he will do next gets him off like nothing else can

He likes to bite, scratch, slap, cut, or do anything to degrade his partner. He IS the ultimate authority

He isnt afraid of drawing blood during sex, in fact that makes it better

He doesn't have an orientation, a hole is a hole

He doesn't do aftercare, usually he nuts, cleans himself up, and leaves. If your lucky youll get a kiss or a pet name as he says goodbye

Eyeless jack

Hes a sweetheart, but he is also part feral animal. He finds sex to be the ultimate example of trust, because once he gets going its hard for him to stop.

Having sex with him only occurs if you completely trust that he won't hurt you no matter how rough it gets. He doesn't want to hurt you at all, so he respects all boundaries.

He is very aggressive and horny, so expect multiple orgasms.

He is very good at checking in on your limits, knowing you are very breakable compared to him. He creates safe words and safe signals for you

He is VERY good with his tounge, especially since he has multiple.

He doesn't really like bondage or even bdsm because he knows he can easily put you overboard or even kill you if something goes wrong. He does like anal though. Tight….

He doesn't really pull out, but if you ask him specifically to or if you are afab he will. Hes not about to become a father.

Once hes had his way with you, he will kiss and cuddle you, bringing you anything you need before curling up in your arms or at your feet.

Ticci toby

Hes definitely a switch, but is pretty easy to make bottom. Just start degrading him and refuse to let him touch you and hes a whining begging mess

He is a whiny bitch, making way too much noise to be reasonable, but he just cant help it. He loves everything you do, worshipping the very ground you walk on

He loves some fat on his partners, he just thinks it's beautiful.

He likes being treated like subhuman, not necessarily pet play but definitely something submissive and breakable

When he does top, he likes to be ridden. Motherfucker hates topping so bad

He likes to be tied up, the loss of control feeling freeing.

He does like being choked a LOT, the blurring of his vision makes his head spin and turns him into a whimpering mess

He doesnt like being penatrated that much, but he will take it in certain senarios.

He is bisexual but has a preference for women. Pussy……

Afterwards he acts like a princess, expecting to be held and kissed. If you have needs, he will do it but he usually won't like it.

Masky

Hes not a switch, more a top with a breaking point. If you somehow force him to bottom, hes going to fight you the whole time. It might be hot for a little bit, but he will be getting back in control soon and has no problem taking it out on you.

He likes choking his partner, watching the thoughts leave their head as they slowly black out only for him to slap them awake and do it again, god it gets him off.

If he likes you however, he is gentle and loving, often checking in. Hes still going to choke and hit you, but he will take care of you.

He is known to prefer men, often ignoring women in favor of a twink.

He doesn't quite degrade you, but makes sure there is a clear power dynamic between him and his partner. He is in charge, not you.

A lot of times he is drunk during sex, as when he is sober hes more focused on staying alive and stopping his intrusive thoughts.

He doesn't need sex, its just a little treat.

After he will clean you up, get you a water, advil, food, anything you need, and cuddle you until you fall asleep, but usually is gone by morning.

Hoodie

Hes a bottom. No questions asked.

He loves getting backshots with his hands held behind his back, that is THE BEST SEX.

Otherwise he is fairly vanilla, not liking bdsm that much.

He usually just jacks off instead if seeking out a partner.

He only really has feelings for *one guy*, but that *one guy* isn't interested in what he wants.

Clockwork

Shes too traumatized to really enjoy sex, often choosing to masturbate instead of risking being taken advantage of.

She wishes she could enjoy sex, she just sees it as a punishment for feeling emotions.

Shes only ever had feelings for one person, but shes buried them deep within herself because she can't understand what a healthy relationship is.

Definitely a lesbian, no one can convince me otherwise.

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Dog new tricks: tim wright x tm reader smut fic

Straight out the fuckin psych ward we getting freaky

Choking, pet play, hitting, riding, under desk sex, bondage, overstim, creampie, transmasc reader (duh)

Enjoy~

This must be a form of torture.

Sitting under his desk, tied to his arm as he worked, hands tied behind you, you found yourself wondering why you did this to yourself. You made a small noise of desperation, scooting towards his crotch. He noticed, smirking

“Cmon (y/n) be a good boy, put that pretty mouth to use,” he muttered, still focused on his work.

“Tim i-” you stopped suddenly as he kicked you in the gut. It was wasnt hard, but you still yelped.

He glared down at you, yanking your leash closer to him. “What did i say? No words, understand?”

You nodded. He smiled and pet your head like the stupid mutt you are. “Good boy,” he looked up, refocusing on his work.

You whined as you stared at his erection, the head dripping. You wanted to drag this out so he had enough energy to fuck your boycunt to oblivion, but weak enough that you could ride him. You scooted even closer, giving the head a little lick. You felt his arm that was holding your leash twitch, and you smirked.

Slowly, you ran your tounge up the back of his dick, getting every veiny bit covered in your slobber. He stifled a moan as you reached the head, still not taking it in your mouth.

“Fuck, just… be good…” he muttered, clearly feeling overwhelmed with the thought of your mouth on him.

You made a small “woof” and rested your head on the chair, licking where the base of his dick hit his balls. He gasped, holding back a moan as you licked up and down agonizingly slowly. You felt your tail in you as you shifted, wet cunt slowly dripping down your inner thighs.

“Fuck just- mmph-” he groaned, leaning back in his chair to look at you.

You smiled, licking a large stripe up his shaft before taking the head in your mouth. “Yeah, like that, good boy,” he groaned, relieved at the stimulation. You started to take him deep in your throat, looking up at him while whining. He was a red mess, petting your head while softly moaning praise.

“Do you- hah- do you wanna go on the bed puppy? Youve been su- uh- such a good boy,” he grinned, and you quickly removed him from your mouth, nodding and whimpering. “Speak,” he commanded.

“Yes-” you started, only to be slapped in the face.

He grabbed your leash and pulled you into him, causing you to fall into him.

“Not like that pup, use your puppy words. Try again.” He smiled.

“Woof! Woof woof!!” You barked, earning a laugh.

“Good boy, your so smart! Cmon, lets go on the bed. Stay on your knees.” He stood up, leading you from under the desk to the bed.

You climbed up, his lips meeting yours as you sat on the edge of the bed. You whined as he bit your lip, lips parting as he pushed you down. He slipped his tongue in, straddling you while holding your arms above your head.

He broke the kiss, smiling at the dumb look on your face. “You wanna use human words?”

You nodded quickly, desperate to feel his name in your mouth.

“Ok baby, you can,” he chuckled.

“Tim, can i… ride… you?” you sheepishly whined.

He looked dumbfounded at first, quickly turning red. “I- uh- yeah? That sounds nice. Can we just start, im so fucking hard.” He mumbled, quickly rolling you so that you were on top of him, his leaking dick tracing your stomach.

You positioned yourself over him, slowly going down while he covered his eyes, face flushed. You moaned at the fullness, boycunt throbbing at the need for stimulation. You started up and down on him, softly whimpering.

“Fuck, Tim,” you moaned, speeding up.

He grabbed your waist, sliding to cup your ass. He slapped your ass as you bounced on him, moaning. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, the wet slapping noise getting faster as you desperately mumbled his name. It felt so good in your mouth, almost as good as his dick had.

“Yeah baby boy, like th- like that,” he groaned, running his hands up and down your thighs. “Youre so good, so.. fucking.. good.. hah-”

You ran your hands up and down his chest, whining as he dug his nails into your thighs. “Yeah? You like th- that?” You giggled, gasping as the grip on your leash tightened.

“Dont get cocky baby boy, i can go all night, until you cant- fuck- cant fucking walk tomorrow,” he growled, eyes darkening. You whined, entertaining the idea for a minute.

You felt him twitch inside you, earning a small whisper of desperation from you. Your instincts took over, going back to bouncing up and down on him. Your leash went slack as he dug his nails into your waist with a groan.

“Fuck, good boy, good- fucking- boy-” he groaned, slapping your ass with each word as hard as he could. You cried out, feeling your peak get closer and closer.

“Fuck tim, im gonna- fuck- im so fucking close-” you gasped, words running together as he smirked.

“Oh yeah? Who said you can?” He mocked, watching your head roll back in desperation.

“Please, fuck please- ah-” you went as fast as you could on him, the slapping sounds filling the room. With a loud squeak, you suddenly released on him, feeling the warmth spill out over his dick. His face grew agitated.

“Get off and on your back. Now.” He ordered, face flushed and angry. You obeyed, head still hazey from cumming so hard.

“Im sorry sir, I didn't mean-” you were interrupted by a hand around your throat.

“Yet, you did. You think thats ok?” He whispered into your neck, biting on your collar bone as you whined. He unclipped your leash, quickly tying a knot around your wrists and the beds headboard. “Its not puppy, and im gonna have to teach you how to obey, aren't i?”

He watched with pleasure as you gasped for air, how you nodded desperately and wiggled under him.

God, he fucking loved it.

He quickly inserted himself, earning a squeak from your lips as he bucked into you. It quickly became painful, but your screams didnt stop him. In fact, he seemed to love it. And to be fair, it was nice to be completely at his mercy.

“Fuck- tim it- it fucking hurts-” you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks as he continued, even speeding up.

He huffed into your skin as his thrusts became sloppy, ignoring your cries as he exhaled and came into you. Your tears streamed down your cheeks as you panted, mindlessly staring at the ceiling as he untied your arms.

“Was it too much?” He asked, gently wiping a tear off your face as you turned to face him.

“No, just… just a lot. Not bad but…. i dont know, do it more,”

He laughed in surprise, unlocking your collar. “Your so cute,” He pulled you into him, gently kissing your nose. “Shower or bath?”

You weakly laughed, smiling. “Theres no way i can stand right now, can we use that bathbomb i got?”

“Of course pretty boy,” he smiled, standing and wiping himself off. “I love you y’know,”

“I love you too babe,”

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Tear you apart: a creepypasta fic

Ticci toby x jeff the killer

MASSIVE FUCKING WARNING: this fic is of NONCON, AKA RAPE. If you dont wanna read that, dont! And dont come crying into my inbox either! I dont wanna hear it!!!!

Uhhh warnings besides that one is nondescriptive gore, overstim, general violence, oh yeah theres a corpse, DD-DNE

1.6k words, i wrote this cause i hate my job, enjoy~

The door slammed, the two men covered in blood and dragging a corpse.

“You got me fucking stabbed dipshit, of course im telling slender!” Toby screamed, gripping his side to try and stop the blood. Despite not being able to feel pain, he could definitely feel bloodloss.

“Oh of course, slenders little pet can't handle it, he has to run to his daddy doesn't he?” Jeff mocked, dropping the corpse and stomping its head as hard as he could, spraying brain matter all over the basement floor.

Toby grew enraged, eyes darkening. “What the fuck?? We have to clean that you asshole!” His breathing hitched, clearly feeling weary from the blood loss. He pulled off his hoodie, the bloodsoaked tshirt underneath clinging to his skin. “Your lucky i like you, or i would beat your ass,”

Jeff snickered, pulling his knife from its sheath. “Oh you like me, do you?” He cooed. He walked over to Toby, stopping inches from his face. “You like me baby?” He mocked, face twitching with rage.

Suddenly, Toby hooked his fist into Jeffs face, catching the killer off guard. He stumbled a bit before finding his footing, punching Toby in the jaw with a grating sound.

Toby didn't react, simply cracking his neck as Jeff watched him. “Ok, we are gonna do this,” he growled, reaching for his hatchet that was leaning on the wall.

“Oh yeah? You want to go there? Im not afraid of you rogers, you know im more valuable than you ever will be, stop lying to yourself. The best thing you can do is apologize and we can move on, or we can do this my way. Got it, mutt?” Jeff sneered, eye twitching.

“I.. am not.. a.. MUTT,” Toby screamed, spit flying from his cheek gash as he charged at Jeff, kicking him in the gut. Jeff gasped before quickly securing the handle of Tobys hatchet before it hit him in the top of the skull. He knew he had the upper hand, he was bigger and stronger than Toby, and Toby seemed to also realize.

“So we are doing this my way huh rogers?” Jeff giggled, ripping the hatchet from his hand and throwing it to the back of the dissection room, hitting the table as it went with a clang.

“You.. bitch…” Toby spat, struggling against the grip Jeff still had on his wrists.

“Mhm, what is it baby?” Jeff mocked, quickly pulling Tobys arms to behind his back, dislocating them with a pop. He turned Toby around and forced him on the table. “You made yourself a pretty little mess huh?”

Toby fought against his grip, but his shoulder muscles were weak, torn and completely useless to fight him. The panic was starting to set in.

“Let me go!” He shouted, freezing as he felt his jeans slide down, his boxers covered in blood on the side of the wound. He flailed against Jeffs grip, trying anything to get loose.

There was suddenly a soft sound of a zipper, making Tobys blood run cold. He lifted his head up, only for it to be slammed into the cold metal slab so hard it made his head spin.

“Jeff, please, please god dont do this, let me go, this isnt funny-”

“Shut it. You did this to yourself.” Jeff coldly barked, pulling Tobys head up by the hair and holding his knife to his throat. “What should i do with you first, hm?” He giggled, making a light cut on Tobys neck as Toby gasped.

“Please, let me go, please,” Toby begged, genuine fear rising in his voice, trembling.

Jeff lifted Tobys shirt, exposing the stab wound. He looked at it, admiring it before sticking his fingers inside and laughing at Tobys shudder. Sure he couldn't feel pain but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Toby was gasping, trying to pull away from his fingers entering his abdominal muscles. Jeff removed the knife from Tobys throat for a moment before slamming his head back into the table. Toby made a gurgling noise, blood pouring out his nose.

“Please…” he whispered, feeling even more lightheaded than before. Jeff laughed.

“Your so fucking cute aren't you?” He mocked, pulling a dazed Toby up by his hair. “You wanna feel my dick in there?” He whispered, reveling in the fear in the males eyes.

Toby weakly shook his head no, and Jeff removed his fingers as Toby gasped.

“Ill save that for later, i want to do something else first,” Jeff muttered, slowly sliding down Tobys boxers with his blood soaked hand. He slapped Tobys ass, leaving a bloody handprint on it as Toby moaned. Jeff laughed. “Your such a fucking whore, you cant even control yourself can you?”

“Fuck… you…” he groaned, struggling to focus his eyes and panting as blood dripped down his face.

“Ill fuck you baby, i will, cause your such a fucking whore, right?”

Toby hesitated, and Jeff noticed. He started to slam his head into the table, stopping centimeters from the cold metal.

“Now listen to me mutt, we are gonna do this my way. Your gonna repeat what i tell you to, and your gonna love it aren't you?” He hissed, watching Tobys tears hit the metal table.

“Yes,” Toby weakly whispered, his head getting yanked back up with a crack of his spine.

Jeff leaned into his ear “Yes what?” He murmured into his neck.

Tobys face grew warm with embarrassment. “Yes sir..” he shakily cried, sighing with relief when the grip on his hair loosened.

“Good girl, your a good girl, right?” Jeff sneered, putting the knife back to his throat.

Toby sobbed loudly, feeling the knife's pressure on his neck increase. “Im a good girl,” he murmured, hearing the clothing shifting off of Jeffs body. He felt the wet head of Jeffs dick touch his exposed hole and made a noise of defeat, somewhere between a moan and a sob.

“Yeah, yeah you are Toby, your my good little bitch, my good little whore, and your gonna take this like a good princess, aren't you?” He mocked, shifting the grip on Tobys wrists to spit on his hand and rub it on himself.

Toby let his head drop to the cold metal table, completely defeated as his vision blurred. “Yes sir,” he muttered, the blood flow from his nose starting to slow.

Jeff snickered, quickly inserting himself and grabbing Tobys boney hips. Toby moaned, the sound of the table sliding vibrating in his ears.

“Louder baby, i wanna hear you be a good whore for me,” Jeff growled, watching as Tobys dick twitched and dripped, laughing.

Tobys face was bright red, drooling and crying on the table. He moaned loudly and uncontrollably, hating himself for feeling so turned on. He wasnt proud that he was getting worked up, he hated how fucking good it felt.

Jeff sped as fast as he could, snaking his hands up to Tobys wound, sticking his fingers in and out, tearing the flesh with the force. Toby made a soft whine, his head spinning.

“Stop… pl- please..” he whined, the corners of his vision going black as he faded to the edge of consciousness. Jeff watched in glee as he rolled his head back.

“You want me to stop baby?” He snickered, removing his blood soaked hand from Tobys side. Toby weakly nodded, moans still escaping his mouth despite his attempts to hold them back.

“Pl… please..” he cried, internally praying that he would black out to stop the humiliation.

His body shook as Jeff continued. Jeff noticed this, and he giggled shrilly. “Aww, is my good girl about to cum?” He waited for a moment, but got no response. He yanked Tobys head back by the hair, bloody snot connecting to his head from the table.

Toby made a slight gasping noise as Jeffs thrusts got more and more violent. “Cmon, you want this to stop dont you?” He growled into Tobys ear, groaning from holding back his cum. Toby nodded quickly. “Then say it,”

Toby sobbed loudly, quickly responding “im gonna cum Jeff, just fucking stop,”

Satisfied, Jeff released Tobys head as his breath shook. With a loud sigh, Jeff released into Toby. He quickly moved his still blood soaked hand to Tobys dick, pumping quickly as Toby came. Jeff didnt stop, going even faster as Toby screamed in pain.

“Fuck, knock it- fuck- stop- fuck,” Toby stammered, face red as he sobbed into the table.

“Mhm? You want me to stop?” Jeff huffed, still riding out his orgasm, head spinning from the power trip he was on.

“Yes, yes just fucking stop- aah-” Toby fought against Jeffs grip, getting nowhere.

“How bad do you want it sweetie?” Jeff said in a mocking tone, reveling in Tobys desperation.

Toby couldnt do anything but scream, desperately hoping that someone, ANYONE, would walk in and save him, knowing deep down that this wouldnt happen. No one gave a shit about him, not more than they did Jeff anyway. His muffled screams were pointless, no one was coming to save him.

Jeff removed his hands from Toby, seemingly bored with torturing him. He wiped his hands on Tobys shirt, making a disgusted noise at what came off. Toby gasped for air like a fish out of water, melting to the floor.

“And your not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?” Jeff glared down at him. Toby shook his head no while clutching his wound, seconds from blacking out. “Good. Ill get EJ to fix you up. Put your pants back on you sissy, you still gotta clean this mess up.” Jeff spat, kicking the corpse again as Toby pulled his pants up with the last of his strength before collapsing onto the floor.

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Side note i really hate my job not cause its hard but cause im not caught up on lolcow video essays and im only half joking when i say that

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Turbulent

A ticci toby x male y/n smut fic

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

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

Enjoy~

Mall trips were anything but easy with toby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Toby, look at me,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, just let me finish this,”

—

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

“What-t-ts wrong?” He whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I fuckin-ng hate you,” he gasped.

“Tell yourself that all you want baby,”

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Watching her drift away: a madoka magica angst thingy

*Its really short, and i havent seen rebellion yet so this is just relevant to what ive seen.

Homura x Madoka, sfw obviously

Desc: dreams can be so cruel, cant they? All homura wants is to see madoka again..

596 words, god it hurts, enjoy~

Since she left, all homura could think of was her.

How no matter how many times she rewinded, she would never get to see madokas face again. The girl she had devoted her life to saving was gone. There was no getting her back.

Homura laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The early morning hum of the city dronned on outside, but outside wasnt a world she belonged to. It had been, what, weeks? It had been a long time since she left this apartment. She spent most days wasting away in bed, having mami bring her groceries once in a while.

She let a tear roll down her cheek, silently crying as she usually did so she wouldn't bother anyone. Last time she had let her emotions out her mouth she got a noise complaint. So she laid there, moonlight filtering through the blinds. She looked over at the clock next to her bed, noting that the time was almost 4am.

I should get some sleep..

She rolled on her side, sighing and hugging a teddy bear she tied madokas ribbon on while she wasnt wearing it. She let her eyes flutter shut, realizing how tired she had actually been. She didnt do anything but lay here, but that was oddly tiring.

“Homura…”

Homuras eyes snapped open. She wasnt in her room anymore. She looked around, panicking. She was on the roof of the school again, with the blue sky and fluffy clouds above. She was dressed in a black flowing dress, and the wind blew in her hair, some of it catching in her mouth. She recognized that voice, but surely it wasnt…

“Madoka??” She shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Homura!” Madokas voice rang through the oddly quiet rooftop. Homuras head snapped around, finally catching Madoka sitting on the bench. She was dressed in a white dress, barefoot. “Come sit with me,”

“Madoka….” Homura whispered, shakily walking forward. Her knees buckled under her, causing her to collapse to the ground wracked with grief.

“Darling, its ok, its gonna be ok,” Madoka said, walking to where homura was sat.

“Your not here madoka, your gone,” Homura shook, feeling Madoka crouch next to her.

“No, i know. Its cruel how dreams treat us like this, preying on our emotions.” She paused, resting a hand on Homuras shoulder. “Let's pretend this is real, ok?” She met homuras gaze, smiling sadly.

Homura nodded, sniffing and wiping her eyes. “Can i ask you something madoka?”

“Of course dear,”

“Are you happy? Are you genuinely happy?” She murmured, voice breaking.

“I am. Oddly enough, even though i am gone in your world i feel that i have been with you this whole time. And… i miss you. I wish i could come home. I miss you so.. so much.” She said, tears running down her cheeks.

Suddenly Homura embraced her, sobbing into her shoulder. “I miss you too!! I miss you more than anything madoka, why did this have to happen to us??” She cried, feeling madokas tears hit her back.

“I dont know,” madoka whispered, hugging back. “I wish it went differently, but its too late now. Lets just enjoy this dream.. before it…” madokas voice got quiet, and homura let go. She looked at madoka, gasping as she slowly faded away.

“Madoka!! Madoka dont leave me!! I-”

“I love you too homura,”

Homura sat up, gasping. She was back in her room, dressed in her pajamas again. Madoka was gone again. The dream was over. And she knew she would never see that face again.

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Brim fluff drabble

Tim Wright x Brian Thomas MH

Just a little thing i wrote, im never gonna finish it so i might as well post what i do have

Desc: POST SEX CUDDLES!!

Enjoy~

It was a rough night.

Sex and all was great, but it was the aftermath that brian really enjoyed. Moments where they weren't quite lovers and not quite friends. They were just brian and tim, and it didnt matter what that meant.

Brian nuzzled into tims shoulder, feeling his breath on his shoulder while the tv droned, playing whatever was on at 2 am.

“Your taking all the blanket,” tim sleepily muttered, tugging the blanket over himself more.

Brian pulled back. “Im cold, you at least have a shirt, gimme,”

They tussled for a second, quietly giggling until brian rolled them so that brian sat on tims chest. The skin to skin feeling was nice, warm. Brian leaned down and kissed tims forehead.

“Whatcha doin bri?” Tim teased, wrapping his hands around brians slim waist, noting how his skin felt, trying to soak in everything brian was so it would last longer.

“Nothin,” brian smiled, leaning down again to peck at tims lips. He flopped over back to the matress, suprised when tim cupped his face and pulled him into a soft kiss. One kiss turned to two turned into a soft make out, a kind that wasnt like sex kissing, but was the same kind of love that cuddling was.

Brian ran his hands up tims back, finding his hands playimh with tims soft brown hair. Tim giggled into the kiss as brians hand caught a knot in his hair.

“Do you brush your hair at all?” Brian murmured into tims lips.

Tim scoffed. “I do, just… not recently,” he chuckled, going back into kiss brian a bit rougher, rolling to be on top of brian.

Brian moaned into the kiss, tim slipping his tongue into his mouth.

Brian gasped, eyes fluttering for a moment before closing again and melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around tim, soaking him in before they had to go back to “just friends.”

Tim broke the kiss, spit trailing from his mouth as they gasped. “I think.. your beautiful…” he whispered, watching brians face light up.

“Thats a little gay dont you think?” Brian giggled, face warm.

Tim shrugged, flopping down next to brian with a creak of the mattress. “Guess im bisexual,” he laughed. Brian snorted laughing, rolling to face tim.

“I think i am too tim,”

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Using you: a masky x reader smut fic

WARNING: THIS IS A NONCON FIC. AKA RAPE. Also theres a gun. DD-DNE

No reader gender specified!!

Warnings: guns, bondage, rape (duh), anal, blood, no reader orgasm

Enjoy~

You ran through the abandoned hospital, the cluncking of your shoes on concrete echoing through the halls. You kept glancing behind you, the cold air stinging your lungs as you stumbled to duck behind a vending machine. You clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle your panting as you listened for any footsteps. Your eyes darted from opening to opening, looking frantically for the masked killer as you huddled below the half wall and the vending machine.

You heard nothing. It was like he had never been there. You tilted your head back, the sound of your skull hitting the machine echoing way louder than you expected. In the cold night, all noises could give you away, so you recoiled against it and peered around the corner of the large metal box.

*click*

You froze at the guns metal barrel against your head from over the half wall, a nauseous feeling rising in your throat. You slowly turned to face him, the moon illuminating his masked face.

“Youre going to do exactly what i say if you want to live, got it?” He thundered, walking around the wall. You nodded, squeaking out a soft “yes” as you shook. He kept the gun on you as he reached for a rope wrapped around his belt. “On your stomach. Now.”

You obeyed, tears rising in your eyes as you realized what was happening.

“Please just let me go, i have a family, i-”

“Everyone does, your not special,” he dismissed, dropping to one knee and wrapping the rope around your throat. “Do yourself a favor and shut up before i actually get mad,”

You shook, quietly sobbing as he used the same rope from your neck to tie your hands together. He tied the knot tightly, just enough to allow you to breathe. He lifted your ass into the air, a loud sob escaping your throat involuntarily. He struck your ass as hard as he could, with it echoing through the abandoned rubble. He yanked on the rope so it constricted around your neck, your head lifting and thudding against the floor from the force of it.

You felt the wind on your underwear as he pulled down your pants. There was a small zipper noise, and the sound of spitting on his hand. “Youve made a pretty little mess for yourself, havent you?” He chuckled, nails digging into your thighs as he aligned himself.

“Why? Why me?” You sobbed, feeling the concrete rip your jeans as he pulled you closer to him.

“You think people find this place often? Id do the same to anyone else here sweetheart, your not special,” he said coldly, quickly inserting himself with a scream from you.

“Fuck- fuck- no no no no no-” you cried, face scraping on the floor with the force of his fucking.

“I think you should thank me,” he mocked.

“Go to hell,” you snapped. You felt the gun pressed to the side of your head.

“Your lucky im not killing you, right sweetheart? Thank me.” He commanded, groaning in pleasure at your fearful cries.

“Th- thank you, thank you, please dont kill me, please sir,” you cried, horrified by the moan he let out.

“Sir huh? You think that highly of me?” He grabbed onto your hips and thrusted as hard as he could into you. You screamed, the white hot pain your ass was in was all you could focus on. “I love you too baby,” he grabbed your hair and sharply pulled your head up. “Say you love me,”

This time, you stayed quiet, starting to get overwhelmed by the pain your body was in. He noticed and quickly fired the gun in the air. “Say. You love. Me.” He growled, grabbing your hair again as you shook.

“I love you! I love you! Oh my god this cant be happening, oh my god!” You screamed, violently shaking with the force of your sobs.

He pressed the red hot tip of the gun to your temple, burning your skin. He pulled up your torso and wrapped a gloved hand around your mouth to muffle your cries.

“Shut the fuck up, your giving- ah- giving me an earache,” he groaned, thrusts quickly becoming rougher and sloppier. “Say “im cumming sir,” say “im masters good little whore,” say it now,” he growled into your ear, his hand around your mouth moving to your throat.

“Im cumming, im masters good whore, please let me go,”

He slapped you across the jaw, roughly grabbing it right after. “Again with out the little pity party at the end,” he huffed into your shoulder, struggling to keep himself under control.

“Im cumming sir, im masters good whore,” you cried, feeling his body shudder as he released into you and pushed you into the ground. Your jaw hit first, making a sharp crunching noise as your teeth slammed against pavement. He quickly collected himself, standing up as you rolled onto your back to attempt to flee. You froze as he pointed the gun at you, still rezipping his pants.

“Hey, did i say you could leave?” He growled, pulling the trigger with a loud bang and searing pain in your knee, followed by another of the same in your other knee.

You screamed as he walked away, leaving you with your jeans and underwear around your ankles, screaming and cold.

It wouldve been more merciful to kill you.