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mercityart · 2 years

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TW: Mentions of alcohol and weed consumption!! Also mentions bl00d, dy8ng, body parts and gruesome art!!

-----------------FIRST DATE---------------

Toby- Toby isn't exactly the fancy type when it comes to romance and relationships. Honestly? He would much rather just not go on dates at all. He does love you very much, truly! It's just he doesn't really care too awful much when it comes to things like that.

He does eventually give in though, he started to notice how mushy you'd get whenever you would see couples on dates; even if you try to hide such feelings that sigh you make tells all.

Now, Toby isn't going to do anything extremely extravagant, but it will be sweet and has a lot of thought put into it.

One morning when you were out at work or school he had decided to put a plan into action. Toby had spent weeks looking at Pinterest boards and romance movies, even reading novels and fanfiction to really get an idea.

He spent the entire day sneaking around, putting up decorations, cooking and baking; with a bit of help from Tim and Brian of course just to make sure that he stayed on track. Due to his ADHD and autism he struggles to focus properly on things he doesn't necessarily enjoy, plus he gets distracted very easily and can forget when things are in the oven.

When you finally came home from a rough day your handsome lover was waiting for you. He was incredibly anxious to see your reaction to what he had done, and seeing you so miserable only fueled that feeling more. He wants to make you feel happy and loved!

When you arrive at Toby's place you sluggishly made your way to the front door; as you stepped a few feet away from the door it opened up to show a tired but happy Tobias.

"Hm? Toby baby, is everything ok?" He usually waits inside the door waiting for you to enter, this isn't typical behavior for him and that makes you a little bit worried.

"Yep! C'mere, follow me." He envelopes your hand in his, leading you around the cabin. "Toby honey, what are we doing? I have to make us dinner, ya know, inside?"

"Not tonight you don't! I have something for you, here, close em." You're tugged in front of him and he plants his hands over your face to cover your eyes.

"Toby, I need to see to walk!" This only makes him laugh. He presses his body to your back and guides you delicately to where he wants you, then without warning to prepare yourself your sight is freed from the darkness to be greeted by a lovely surprise that makes you gasp in awe.

There before you was a gorgeous display. There was a platform hanging between a couple of trees to hover above the ground with a soft plush bed on top for comfort. There are a array of pillows and blankets decorating the scene and in the middle is trays of what looked to be food but from your angle you couldn't see what kind yet. Flower petals decorated the path leading to it, a few candles lit and delicately placed on the mushrooms that grew from the trees, fairy lights in the shape of stars lighting the surroundings.

"Do you like it..?" You are snapped out of your shock by the voice of your lover, quickly whipping around to face him as you practically tackle him in an embrace.

"You did this?! Toby it's- it's beautiful! But- I- I thought you weren't interested in this stuff?? Why-" The man simply laughs and peppers sweet kisses along your cheeks.

"I wanted to make you happy. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me and that I value you.. I want to spoil you a bit, can I?" He was blushing a bit, face turned downward a bit in embarrassment but he peaks up at you with his soft amber eyes.

"Oh my love.. thank you. You are too good to me." You kiss the bridge of his nose and press your forehead to his, and he wraps his arms around your thighs, hoisting you up to hold you as he swayed slightly, it is incredibly soothing.

You two spent the rest of the night laughing and smiling as you ate dinner and enjoyed gazing up at the stars in each other's company, kisses littering every inch of you.

Tim- Oh goodness. Man is not the best when it comes to romance but he tries, he really does! He can be incredibly soft despite his rugged demeanor.

Tim probably had been speeding down some back road after an argument with you or after a bad day or just something stressful when he made the decision to take you out for a date.

He knows he's not the easiest to handle, and he knows he's not there for you as much as he wishes he was, work is work after all and to keep as stable of a life as possible that's what he has to do.

Now, he also is not the most elegant with things so to avoid having to go through the formalities of asking you to go on a date, he probably asks you to go on a drive with him. That isn't unusual behavior after all.

It's not uncommon for you to go on late night drives with him, music blaring with the windows down, air rushing past you as you were guided by only the trucks headlights and the starry night sky.

You of course are more than happy to go on these drives with him, it's his way of destressing and who are you to deny that. You feel happy to be included, to be next to him when he's vulnerable and be the one he trusts like that. Of course if he decides to vent to to you, you will willingly hold him tight and let him let it out.

This time though, it was different. It was almost dinner time when he had walked into the living room and asked the question. "(Y/n), I'm goin for a drive if ya wanna come along."

"Well of course I'll come, let me get my shoes on." You don't ask any questions, but you are confused. Tim never goes for drives until it's dark usually, and he's wearing one of his best flannels too. Did- didn't he just get out of the shower too? Not to mention you could easily smell his cologne. It's odd to you. Something is clearly up.

You can't help but wonder what is going on, but you put on your shoes without any question, you had gotten home just a few minutes ago so you were still dressed nice.

Once you are ready you meet Tim at the front door. He was leaning in the doorway, cigarette in hand as he blows out a puff of smoke into the freshly turning autumn air, turning to look at you when he heard your footsteps behind him, "Ready, darlin?" He rattles his keys as he twirls them around his fingers.

"Ready as I'll ever be; c'mon handsome, let's go." You walk past him, smirking as he watches you, eyes trailing all over you. Now you knew something was definitely up.

Once in Tim's truck you take off down the winding roads of the forest, eyes watching contently at your surroundings, that is until you take a turn into a different path.

This was not your usual path, this was the one to lead into town. What is Tim doing? "Sweetheart? Where are we going?"

"What d'ya mean? We're drivin."

"Well, yeah, but- we're on the path to town?" You pout a bit when all you get in response is a hum from the gruff man. Though this pouting changed when he put the truck in park outside of a restaurant.

"Well? Are you going to join me?" He raised a brow at you, standing in the driver side door as you were sitting there confused. You are quick to unbuckle and exit the truck, closing it behind you as you find your place at Tim's side.

The burly man smiles slightly before returning to his usual resting bitch face, wrapping a arm around your shoulder as you both walk in. The people there thankfully are able to seat the both of you rather quickly, though that may be because of your lover staring down the workers with his death stare.

You look up at Tim when you figure out what you want to order. "See anything that looks good to you pumpkin?"

"Yeah, you. Wait- ! You meant the menu didn't you..?" You laugh light heartily at the him.

"No the weather, yes the food you goofball." He rolls his eyes at your sarcasm but gives you a lop sided grin, his deep dark chocolate colored eyes softening as he gazes at you.

You spend the night joking around a bit as you enjoy your meal and desert of course.

Afterwards Tim drives you both out to the top of a hill to gaze at the stars in the bed of his truck, tangled up in each other's limbs, snuggled up contently in the arms of your lover.

Brian- Brian Thomas, your lover, a man once known for his cheerful demeanor, always having helped out and went to college for nursing and psychiatry.

After what happened with the operator the man changed quite a bit, of course he still showed his old self from time to time but he is much more wary and cold now. A true beast of a man who could snap someone in half without a second thought.

He still is the same old southern boy at heart though, and he shows this in certain things, such as dates.

You may think that the man would do picnics or late night walks; while he isn't against it he does have a far different style.

Your first ever date, Brian has been acting a bit odd the past couple of days ever since he asked you out on a date. He told you it's nothing fancy, and to wear clothes you wouldn't mind getting a little messy which of course made you confused.

Tonight is the night, you stand in your bathroom gazing at yourself in the mirror. A T-shirt under a flannel with some blue jeans to match. You feel kinda cute in this whether or not it's your style is for you to decide though.

Soon there's a knock at the door and you are quick to answer it. There he is, your handsome knight in shining armor.

Brian's eyes practically shine when he sees you, what a breathtaking view for him. He steps forward and wraps his strong arms around your waist. "You look breathtakin darlin."

You laugh and lightly hit his shoulder, "You really think so?"

"Mm, absolutely." He buries his face in your neck, breathing deeply. "And you smell good too. Just get outta the shower?"

Nodding, you try and escape his grasp to which he not so happily releases you to go and put on some shoes. "Hope your prepared, I got a feeling you might have a bit of fun."

Oh now you're really curious. "What is it you got planned Mr.Secretive?"

"You'll see." He coos, giving you a toothy grin, damn him and his gap toothed smile, it gets you every time. You simply roll your eyes and exit your humble abode, walking over to his truck and hopping up into the passenger seat.

Brian follows along and soon you both take off down the road, air rushing by you. Brian glances over at you and gods, you are absolutely breathtaking to him. The way the street lights hit your skin has him breathless.

After a bit you find yourselves in a wide open field next time large home surrounded by a fence that had signs all over the place.

Brian exits the truck that he parked behind a group of trees and walks over to the fence, signaling for you to follow.

You shoot him a curious glance and follow him, mud slapping up on your shoes when you hop down from the tall vehicle.

Brian jumps up and climbs over the fence, grabbing your hand to pull you up with him, careful of any sharp spots. Once he made sure you are stable he jumps down to the muddy ground.

Oh good gods, is this really happening? Here you are, climbing over a fence onto private property with your lover. What are you thinking?! Fuck fuck fuck. You shake your head and hop down not so gracefully.

As soon as your feet hit the ground you are practically knocked over as your usually serious lover tackles you, lifting you up in his arms making you squeal.

You look at your lover, heart hammering in your chest when you see him laughing. He was genuinely laughing out loud, smiling wide up at you. He was never this open and oh fuck how you wish you could see this side much more often, he's perfect.

He swings you around a little bit before trapping you in his arms, a devious smirk on his face as he strides over to a large puddle of fresh wet mud.

"Babe? Brian?? Oh no, no no no no, don't you even think about it!" He pretends to drop you but catches you quick just to make you scream.

You think it's just a joke when he turns around away from the mud only to soon find yourself being shipped back around and met with mud all up your backside, staring up at him in shocked betrayal as he practically doubles over in laughter.

"Oh that's funny huh? I'll show you funny!" You jump forward and grab onto one of his legs throwing your body back to drag him to the ground, watching the man teeter and almost face plant into the mud to which he is then met with your delighted laughter of revenge.

You quickly shut up though when you see the look in his eyes. There's fire in his gaze, smirking at you mischievously. "Baby? Sweetheart? Hey! We can talk this out, c- come in! We can be civil can't w-"

You can't even finish your sentence when the large man throws himself at you, knocking you to the ground as he straddles your waist. Soon you two are in a playful wrestling match, becoming a absolute mess.

You enjoy playing around and acting like kids again for quite a while before Brian leads you to a place nearby, a little pond to wash off at, thankfully Brian had brought a pack of extra clothes for the two of you.

You two wash up in separate areas behind bushes washing your muddy clothes of the excess mud just to try and avoid staining and make it easier to clean later.

When done you call to Brian for clothes to which he hands you them. You hadn't been sure of what he packed for you but you are happy with the results.

Your sneaky lover had packed your favorite comfy sweatpants and gave you one of his hoodies for you to wear to your delight. You are comfy, warm, happy and feel so loved.

You step from behind the area only to run into the behemoth of a man who smiles down at you. "How's a nice home cooked meal at my place sound, hm?" He rests his forehead against yours.

"That sounds perfect." Sighing happily you lean into him, letting him hold you close and sway soothingly.

Of course you two are interrupted by loud yelling and a gun shot. Oh shit, the owners found you out! You two make a run for it, laughing all the while and jump the fence as quick as you can, narrowly escaping the home owner.

You rush to the truck, not even opening the door just diving through the open window as Brian puts the truck into gear, the two of you panting and losing your mind with laughter at what you two just did.

You two drive back to his place and he makes you your favorite meal, snuggled up on his bed and watching movies, enjoying the calm between you two after a long night of play.

Jeff- Jeff is a hopeless romantic in all honesty. Xe will try it's hardest to try and look like a big tough guy but xe can't help but let his soft side show through when it comes to you.

Jeffery may be a hopeless romantic but he's also hiding from the government so it's kinda hard to live a completely normal life. He can of course get jobs and stuff, it's easier when it has to wear a mask. Xe just lays as low as possible for fear of the government coming after xem again like all those years ago.

Please be nice to him, he really does try to make everything special for you, but he can't take you somewhere fancy as much as it wishes xe could, cause he really does wish it could. This man would give you the world if xe was able.

Tonight though is very special. Xe was feeling a bit confident and decided you deserve something extra special, could be the romance novels talking though in all honesty.

Jeff had called you earlier that day asking you to wear something special tonight and it is going to pick you up later that night.

So here you are standing in front of the bathroom mirror making sure you look perfect, curiosity getting to you, and you wonder if you are maybe overdressed, after all Jeff never told you where you two are heading tonight.

You lean in close to your reflection, lightly wiping away a spec of dirt you somehow got on your cheek. "Te ves hermoso Cariño."

You jump and whip around to a grinning Jeff leaning in the doorway watching you. "Grrr! You jerk, you scared the fuck outta me!" You scold it but xe seems too distracted by you to really care.

"Sorry mi vida, I just couldn't not tell you how perfect you look. You are breathtaking." Jeff stands straight, hands finding their way to your waist as xe pulls you close, swaying side to side, burying his face in your neck to pepper gentle kisses.

"Jeff," whining you lightly push on his shoulders. "C'mon now you softy, you're hair needs a brush down."

Xe sighs and backs up. "Ok, gimme the brush." He rolls his eyes waiting but you push him to straddle the toilet seat and grab the brush.

"Um, what are you doing? ¿Cariño?" It tries to turn to look back at you but you simply ignored xem and gently brush through his hair, the white roots are growing in strong. His hair is surprisingly very soft and smooth, though you guess it shouldn't be too much of a surprise considering his mom also had very luxurious hair in the photos you'd seen, mainly from her quinceañera when pregnant with Jeff and his brothers.

"Mi vida that feels so nice." He relaxes significantly, leaning his head back. You eventually finish and kiss his forehead.

"Alright handsome man, I think you're all set!" Patting it's back xe gets up.

"You ready then?" He twirls it's keys around his finger and guides you to the front door and out into the night air.

You two drive to a lovely restaurant to which you are quite confused, passing a curious glance at your dearest lover who simply smirks at you, getting out of the vehicle over to your door, helping you out like a gentleman.

The both of you walk hand in hand into the restaurant where you both are seated very quickly to your surprise. You sit at a table that is draped with a red cloth, candles decorating the middle elegantly.

"I hope this is alright mi amor, I know we haven't done anything like this before... Quería que esto fuera especial, te lo mereces." He fidgets in his seat, adjusting his shirt nervously.

"Oh my darling sweet boy, everything you do is always special and perfect to me." You take his hand in your own, softening your gaze lovingly at the man as he melts beneath your touch, absolutely smitten with you.

You spend the rest of the night enjoying a nice meal with Jeff before heading home and falling asleep snuggled up together in bed.

Liu- Liu already loves absolutely spoiling the fuck outta you, however, due to his asocial behavior they don't really take you out on dates.

Don't expect to be taken out on some extravagant date, he's less likely to do that than his brothers. Liu does however have a rather romantic side to themself that you bring out.

On this day you have been busy all day long and Liu had actually found time away from work surprisingly. They spend the day trying to make your place as comfortable as physically possible for when you come home.

They take their time cooking and baking a delicious meal for you to come home to, a meal that brought him comfort growing up.

When you finally arrive home you walk into quite the surprise.

There in your living room is a fort of pillows, blankets, and all things soft with a laptop set up with what looks like your favorite films.

You remove your shoes and walk further into the home, walking towards the kitchen where you can hear what sounds like the pitter patter of feet.

Peaking into the kitchen you see Liu standing at the counter messing around with something, you don't know what but gods it smells delicious in there, you can't help but hum happily, this felt like a home.

Liu turns towards you wearing a sweater and a light purple apron. "Ah! ¡Mi cariño! Bienvenido a casa."

They set down his utensils and walk over to you, embracing you gently. "Liu, baby, what is all this? It smells delicious in here!"

He chuckles and moves you backwards towards the living room. "Go relax and I'll bring dinner."

You can only oblige with their request and find your way into the first he seemed to have made,that is incredibly comfortable actually, while you wait.

It's not long till they join you, handing you a plate of Birria Quesatacos and tamales which makes your mouth water from the smell.

"Well don't just stare, go ahead, ¡Comete!" He chuckles as they did into their own play of food happily. "If you don't eat this you don't get desert" he teases.

You don't hesitate to dig in any longer, happily devouring the delicacies that Liu had made. They watch you smiling.

"Easy there, don't go choking on it now!"

"Ish sho gud doe!" You try to communicate with a mouth full of food.

You two relax as you eat, putting on a film but neither of you pay much attention, talking to one another about each other's day and other random stuff.

Once done with dinner Liu brings out desert, you were going to deny it for late from being so full but you guess you have a little room left in your tummy for it.

Liu had made sopapillas! You eat it slowly, savoring the yummy treat as you are snuggled up in your lovers side, his arm draped around you and his hand traces intricate patterns over your clothes.

You spend the rest of the night in a peaceful quiet with Liu, eventually falling asleep in their arms to which he brings you to bed, climbing in beside you and curling up to your form as he falls asleep into their own blissful slumber.

Sully- Sully is different from his brothers that's for certain however, he still isn't one big on dates.

He's already stated before he's not big on the whole club scene anymore, but, this is the place he's most likely to take you.

They simply send you a text that day asking you out for a drink later.

By the time night rolls around you are all dressed in comfortable yet fashionable clothing ready for a night out on the town.

You are currently searching aroung for your phone, looking everywhere but it's nowhere in sight! You put your hand on your hips, huffing in irritation.

A arm slithers around your waist making you whip around quickly with a screech before gripping the wall with one hand and your heart with another.

There standing before you is none other than Sully, eyes glinting mischievously despite the flat expression on his face.

"Oh you- your-!! Gods dammit Sully, make noise when you walk would ya?! Fuckin- aaaaagh!"

"Oh my bad, I just thought you were looking for," they bring out a hand from his coat pocket and wiggle your phone just above your face. "This?"

Gasping you try and snatch your phone back but he pulls it back towards themself. "Well, I mean, since you don't seem to actually want it..."

"Sully, c'mon give it back!" You try and reach past him as he extends their arms away.

"Mm, no I don't think you actually want it that bad. You didn't even say thank you, (y/n)." He pouts their bottom lip at you. You know he's teasing you but gods dammit why must he look at you like that.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Please, Sully? May I please have my phone back?"

"I suppose you may." They grin and hand you it delicately, you return his humored gaze with a roll of your eyes but can't help they slight upturn of your lips at his smile.

He takes your hand in his own, "you ready coriño?"

With a nod of your head you two are off into the cool night air, deciding to walk to your destination. You know exactly where you are as soon as you see those neon lights and the smell of booze, weed, and smoke.

Entering the place you're greeted with bright neon lights on the dance floor accompanied by a pulsing bass as people dance and grind.

Sully and you take a seat up at the bar, ordering two drinks while you chat for a bit about your day, passing flirtatious comments between each other.

After a bit Sully gets up and grasps your hand, tugging you lightly towards the dance floor, giving you a playful smirk and pulling you in close to the point you were basically flush to him.

They move to the bass with you, it is honestly quite intense being so close to your lover in such a crowded space, neon lights flashing up the dance floor, the music reverberating in your chest and head.

Eventually you two leave the dance floor, getting a couple drinks in before heading out back into the chilly midnight air.

You both laugh a bit, tipsy from the alcohol and maybe a bit of weed. You lean against a tree for a moment to calm down and Sully plants a hand on either side of your head.

"You are so perfect... You know that (y/n)?" He looks at you throw a lidded gaze, his muscles relaxing and his hair messily shade his eyes a bit.

"Your drunk baby, I'm flattered though."

They scoff and roll their eyes. "Then I'll just have to repeat myself tomorrow now won't I coriño?"

He leans in close and kisses you slow and tender, resting his forehead against yours for a moment before you two head home and go to bed.

Helen- Helen is incredibly romantic and loves to take you on dates despite her reclusive and asocial personality.

Prior to asking you on a date she will talk about all sorts of different dates, some big and extravagant whilst others are rather small and sweet.

Helen has quite a lot of money they aren't going to lie and it just makes it easier to spoil you, well so they thought, after all you are your own person and like your independence at times.

He gets commissioned rather frequently, some big peices, some small. Some of her art is displayed in museums and galleries for the public eye, and others are more private, especially their special art.

Helen is known for painting with blood yes, but as far as the public is aware it's all ethically sourced and all he does.

They are wrong. Helen is known for doing underground peices as well, taxidermy of sorts, turning human bodies or parts into furniture, decor, tools, and more.

Helen had gotten a masquerade party by one of his more private commissioners and so she had invited you along with.

You were given full access to her wardrobe to choose items you thought best and had a special outfit tailored especially to fit your tastes and comfort.

Tonight is the night of the party and you sit on the edge of Helen's bed waiting for them.

Finally she walks out in a black suit with crimson red accents. It really makes his pale skin and gorgeous baby blue eyes pop. "Хорошо ли я выгляжу?"

He catches you staring, a smile adorned her features as she asks. "You look beautiful Helen, you're breathtaking."

Chuckling he leads you out to his vehicle and begins heading to the party, all the while briefing you on what to expect as she handed you a mask that matches your attire.

"This client, is a very special client. You may notice some interesting decor choices, don't mention them, it's best not to question such things unless you are wishing to be targeted. It is a rather large place золотце. Try and stick with me, I don't want you to be wisked away."

They continue the entire ride giving you warnings on what to avoid, clearly this client is no ordinary client after all.

The point is driven further when you two park in front of the large mansion that had carved depictions of naked people in sad displays of dying.

You are certain to stay close to Helen as you both are escorted to a large open room full of people, food and drinks plenty and a unique and chaotic display of fashion from the crowd.

Helen walks down the stairs, hand in yours and the crowds attention is drawn to your lovely significant other and they whisper amongst themselves.

Upon reaching the bottom of the steps a tall women with dark chocolate colored skin, a red dress, and gorgeous butterfly locks put up into a bun like style greats them with open arms.

"My dear Bloody Painter! What a joy to see you." Her voice is smooth and in charge, hands placed gently on your lovers cheeks.

"I'm glad to be here madam Violette." Helen speaks, but it seems to have fallen on deaf ears as her attention was directed towards you suddenly.

"My my, painter. Who night be this succulent little flower be?" She circles you, inspecting you up and down.

"You may call them Angel. My Perfect lover." He coos lovingly, giving Violette a warning glance.

"Oh! Well how sweet. Please, Painter, Angel, enjoy the party! Its not every day our darling Painter brings friends, nevermind lovers, such a special occasion."

And with that she leaves and you relax slightly. "That was Madam Violette, my client and owner of this mansion. Come, let's get drinks."

She leads you to the tables that line the wall, filling a glass for herself with a unknown dark red liquid while you get yourself some coffee.

You walk together out of the room and down a hall where Helen leads you to a empty library like room where you two sit in a love seat.

"Are you alright, милый?" Her hands lightly rub at your sides soothingly.

"I'm ok darling, I promise. I'm just a little overwhelmed I suppose?"

She nods slightly and tugs you to lean on them as he traces invisible patterns on your back. "Relax and enjoy yourself моя роза. When we get home I will spoil you."

And so you do just that, being formal and nice whilst at the party but as soon as you are home you are kicking off your uncomfortable shoes.

Helen chuckles and moves to help you undress a bit before leaving you to finish, going to draw the both of you a relaxing bath where the two of you snuggle for a bit before heading to bed.

Jack(EJ)- Your dearest darling behemoth of a lover is incredibly sweet and loves you to the moon and back, truly!

There is an issue in the romance department though. He struggles in showing you how much he loves you and you make him happy.

Also, kinda hard to take you out in a date when he has gray skin, big huge canines, dark claws, no eyes, a tail and oh you know the whole being taller than every doorway.

He does want to do things with you, but he just doesn't know what, that is until after a conversation with his friendly neighborhood proxies.

Jack had been acting strange as of resent, sneaking around, being secretive and anxious around you.

You have no idea what is going on, why on Earth would your literal daemonic lover have to hide from you? He eats organs, he performs surgical procedures frequently, and has fought wild animals and other entities to the death.

What's he so nervous about? You have proven you aren't going to judge him right?

Tonight you decide to confront Jack about this. Around 03:15am you greet Jack at the doorway much to his surprise.

"(Y/n)? What are you still doing up?" His ears flatten back slightly and his body tensed, tail flicking from side to side.

"Jack, I need to talk to you."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"No, it can't. We need to talk, Jack. Now." Crossing your arms you step towards the living room and nod your head for him to sit.

He huffs and ducks under the doorway and sits carefully on the couch as he fidgets ever so slightly, only those who know him able to pick up on the change in behavior as he is incredibly stoic.

As you sit beside him you gently place your hand atop his. "I'm worried about you, Jack."

This makes him sit up straight and tense significantly, eyebrows scrunched as he scrutinized your claim. "Aren't I strong enough? Am I not trustworthy enough, (y/n)? Little rabbit, I am a perfectly capable being. What reason have you to worry for me?"

"You've been acting off! You aren't around as much, you're sneaking around and hiding things from me, Jack! Did I do something?"

Jack immediately softens his gaze, his hands coming to cup your cheeks. "Oh little flower, no you have done nothing wrong, you're perfect!"

"Then why are you hiding from me...?"

He sighs and leans down, head resting against your shoulder. "I suppose it's ready enough, I will show you tomorrow, I promise you, (y/n). Please, get some rest."

The man lifts you up with ease and carries you to your room, placing you in bed and climbs beside you to curl around your smaller form.

Slowly you fell asleep to the sound of his deep purring and his breathing, letting yourself trust him.

The next day goes how it usually does, however this time Jack arrives at your door holding a wooden basket just as it was getting close to sunset.

"Jack? What are you-" He doesn't let you finish, grasping your hand and tugs you to follow him, allowing you merely to lock the door before quickly walking to his destination.

You follow blindly, listening to the leaves crunch beneath your feet. Eventually you find the two of you in a open field off the abandoned path from the college.

The field is rather large and filled with a large array of flowers, at the edge of the field is a cave-like formation and that's exactly where Jack leads you.

You expect to enter the cave, but instead he helps you climb up the side to the very top where you are met with a gorgeous view.

There you can gaze out near the top of the trees and watch the sun setting, setting the sky into a cotton candy wonderland of colors and texture.

You stare in awe but are brought to attention by Jack taking your hand and bringing you over to a spot covered in soft blankets and pillows, almost like a nest.

You sit down in the designated area and your lover sits beside you, tail wrapping gently around your waist and he takes out the contents of the basket.

There he has brought a delicious spaghetti dinner, lava cake, and a few other goodies. What surprises you the most is when he takes out a small box.

Jack opens it to reveal two necklaces, one a rabbit and the other a wolf. The rabbit necklace has a flower charm whilst the wolf necklace seems to have a sharp wolf tooth.

He takes the wolf one and moves closer, carefully clasping it around your neck with a bit of difficulty due to his giant hands being too big for the small latch.

"This way you know I'm always with you. For everyone to know that you are mine and I yours."

This makes you tear up and hug the beast of a man, taking the rabbit necklace and putting it on him, which he seemed to wear proudly.

"Jack, thank you, this is, all of this, it's so perfect."

Jack's body visibly relaxes significantly. "Oh thank goodness. I'm glad you like it my little rabbit."

"This is what you were so nervous about?" You chuckle softly and he mumbles incoherently, nodding his head and his ears flatten down a bit.

"Jack, I love you so much."

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errorbxtchmariah · 2 years

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The Sound Of Your Heart {Tim Wright x Reader}

Yandere

Gender Neutral Y/N

Warnings: Stalking/Murder/Yandere/Toxicity/Cussing

Y/N was a simple small town waitress at a decent cafe, work wasn't always a treat given you had all sorts of people walking in and out.

A certain group of young men came in and within seconds Y/N could assess what kind of people they were... Mentally preparing for the assholery.

Over time in this job Y/N learned very well how to read people, they always were very observant and it served them well.

Managing to keep it together even with the most difficult customers.

"This tastes like shit."

"Where the fuck is my food?"

"Hey get over he-"

Slowly all their words faded out into nothing more than background noise, they were used to being treated like dirt. Still sucked regardless but just had to take a deep breath and trudge through it.

There was one customer though that Y/N always rather enjoyed serving. He was a regular at the cafe.

He was pretty hard to read at times but always polite and sometimes would crack a little joke. For the most part he was very serious.

Little did Y/N know this particular customer always visited to see them. That he was truly infatuated with them. Though he wouldn't admit it to himself- yet

Tim couldn't deny it... Seeing the way they were talking to Y/N made his blood boil. Slowly clenching his jaw he tried to hold it together, he could get their blood on his hands later.

He simply couldn't stand people like that.

It wasn't that he was protective over Y/N.

He wasn't obsessed with them.

He wasn't dreaming about taking them away from this dead beat town.

He wasn't dreaming about making them his and only his.

He didn't dream about killing everyone that gets in his way.

Definitely not.

Y/N groaned flopping face first onto their creaky bed, it wasn't the best but it worked.

One day they would get out of here.

One day they'd be free.

Just have to keep saving as much money as they can.

Phone beep

"Hm?"

Y/N reached out lifting up their phone, revealing a unknown number had texted them.

Curious they opened it expecting it to be a spam text.

'Stay away from, Tim.'

They felt a little uneasy now... How'd this person get their number? Was this a prank?

Contemplating for a few minutes they ultimately decided to block the number, rolling over and staring at the ceiling.

How do you go to sleep after that?

Tim Masky had taken care of the 'trash'. Scoffing slightly glad to rid the world of those bastards. It always felt so thrilling to take another humans life, to truly be in control.

He leaned against a tree, blood coating his clothes and mask. These guys had really ticked him off so he was particularly brutal. The way they screamed was pure serotonin.

What would his precious Y/N think of all this?

They were so calm and kind all the time. So patient no matter how many buttons were pushed.

Would they be able to accept this?

Slowly Y/N had drifted to sleep that night, exhaustion finally taking over despite the fear.

They just hoped it was a stupid prank...

Little did they know outside their window a masked man waited, watching every little breath they took.

He couldn't deny it any longer. His urge for those men to suffer was driven by obsession love.

Y/N L/N will be his.

No one can stop him now.

Unknown: Please Y/N don't let him get to you. You need to get out NOW

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lonely-lost-soul · 2 years

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Nox Mortiferum

(Proxies X Reader)(Potential others x reader)

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Chapter 1: Son of the Damned

Your hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning almost white as your vision faded. No, you were angry. You were beyond mad; you were furious. Work was hell today and you just couldn’t wrap your head around how people could be inconsiderate to minimum wage employees. How cruel your coworkers could be to you. Did you think by the time you were twenty-nine you’d be a single mother living with her own mom, no not exactly, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t your reality. You’re unsure who needed to get fired for sharing that personal information about your life, but you planned ongoing to HR tomorrow morning. Moonlight spilled through the window of your dinky car as it stopped in the driveway of your mother’s home. The soft sounds of jazz were heard through the radio speakers. The thin lines on your forehead came through in the shitty light of the car, showing signs of early aging as you looked in the mirror. That reflection in the review mirror was a stark reminder of just how tired you were, how old you were actually getting. You even saw one or two streaks of grey that poked out through your locks of hair, there was a loud shout from the front door stirred you out of your stupor. You blinked a few times,

“Mama!” a boyish voice called from the front steps. Picking your head up, you caught sight of your son and your tired mother standing beside him. His hair was a mess and your mother’s was tied up in a tight bun. A small smile spread across your lips. Seeing the joy on your sons features, he ran up to the car, throwing the car door open and jumping into your lap. The eight-year-old wrapped his arms around your waist, eyes just twinkling with delight. You smiled back down at him.

Brown curls were soft as you run your hand through them. A deep, purr-like sound came from the man settled on your chest. A soft laugh spilled from your throat as you peppered his skin in kisses, the stubble on his face tickling your lips. He grunted, brown eye cracking open to shoot you a pointed look.

“What are you doing, baby girl?”

“Nothin’ Tim. Just loving on you.” You cooed,

“Well, in that case, please continue.” He mused, burying his face into your breasts as his fingers trailed shapes against the skin on your hips.

“Mom, I stayed up waiting for you even though Nana said I shouldn’t, so don’t be mad. I just wanted you to read me a story. She said you’d be too tired, but you’re never too tired for my stories.” You listened as Theo rattled off his excuses for staying up way past his bedtime. He used exaggerated hand motions to make his points. His (e/c) eyes stared up into your own growing big, “Just one story? Please, mom?” Theo shrunk in on himself and picked at the sleeves of his bear onesie.

“Just one. Then right to bed, you’re running your Nana ragged.” You mused, petting the top of his hair. Everything but his eyes screamed his father, from the hair right down to the shape of his face. Your heart ached slightly when you sat down and thought about it.

“Yes!” Theo cheered running back into the house past his grandmother and up into bed, “Night Nana love you!”

“Goodnight Theodore.” She called turning her head slightly, she turned back to face you eyebrow raised, You’re spoiling him you know.” Your mother chastised you, you knew she meant no ill intent with the comment but, you sighed tossing your keys in the bowl by the door as you walked inside.

“I think he deserves to be spoiled. Considering I’m barely around and he doesn’t have a dad in his life.” You argued and your mom clicked her tongue, running her hand down her face.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You took in a breath and looked away from her, guilt gnawing at your empty stomach,

“I know. I’m sorry… I’m just tired. It was a long day,” A sigh spilled from your lips and your mom pressed a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry too. Do you need anything?”

“A stiff drink.”

“(Y/n)...”

“Joking, joking. Have a good sleep mom, I’ll head to bed after tucking Theo in.”

“Sleep well, sweetie.” She gave you a gentle pat on the back before making her way up the stairs, “Don’t stay up too late. There’s leftover dinner in the fridge.”

“Thanks, mom,” you smiled slightly scratching the back of your neck. Once she was entirely out of view the small smile on your face vanished. A sigh escaped your lips as you locked the door and shut many of the curtains on the downstairs floor of the house.

“Tim are you okay?” You blinked tilting your head to the side and watching as your boyfriend paced around your shared apartment. He seemed almost paranoid, triple checking the locks and closing every single shade in the shared living space. Tim’s breathing was ragged eyes distant as he stared through the peephole of the door. His hands were pressed flat against the cool wood, you called his name once more and he ignored you. Hesitantly you stepped forward, this dissociation was linked to his medical history and with everything he’s had to go through in his early childhood a reaction like this wasn’t surprising. You placed a hand on his lower back, rubbing your hand in slow circles. “Come back to be baby…” Time seemed to stop as Tim turned to face you, eyes a little bleary and glazed over, “there he is.” You stood on your toes and pecked his lips, a distressed sound spilling from them, “Do you know where you are?”

“Home. I’m home with you…” He swallowed, and you watched his adam’s apple bob, and you smiled and nodded.

“Good boy,” You grinned brushing your thumb across his jaw, “and?”

“I’m safe.” His shoulders visibly relaxed and his classic smile spread across his lips, you still couldn’t fix the dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. “Thank you, baby girl,” Tim pulled you close and buried his head in your shoulder nuzzling the skin there. “I’m sorry you have to put up with me…”

“Hey. I love you,” you held him tight like you were his last grip on reality, “It’s not me putting up with you. I’m happy to care because I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The conversation with your ex played across your mind, Tim was always one to be paranoid buying extra locks for doors and making sure the windows were closed every night. You never held that against him he was mentally ill and in the end, you could only do so much to help him. However, there was something about his paranoia that always sat unwell with you, almost like there was actually something he should’ve been paranoid about. In the end, you supposed, he did have something to worry about. He up and disappeared after all, one night he was there and the next he wasn’t. The day he disappeared was the day you found out you were pregnant, you tried to call pleading for him to come home, that he was going to be a father, that you wanted to raise this baby with him. In the end, the calls you left were always met with his answering machine and his face, along with Jay Merrick’s, would forever be on missing posters around the state.

Your mother never forgave him, in her mind he just up and left you without saying a word then never answered your calls or paid child support. A deadbeat dad through and through. In the end, that’s the story you believed. Made yourself believe. Because the idea that someone ot something attacked Tim and possibly killed him was too much for you to handle. You took a deep breath and headed upstairs to your son’s room, his lights were still on and he was sitting awake in bed a book of fairytales in his lap.

“Alright Beanie what story were you thinking?”

“Red Riding Hood! Please! I love that story!”

“You always pick that one,” you teased “if I remember you wanted to be Red for Halloween this year.”

Theo nodded seriously, “Nana’s making my dress,”

“And you’re gonna look amazing.”

“I know!” he beamed eyes gleaming, you laughed pressing a kiss to his cheek before curling up with him in bed. You smiled over at him and placed your arm around his shoulder and he snuggled up close to you. Your fingers traced the X-like birthmark on his shoulder and he hummed in contentment, “Are you gonna do the voices?”

“Obviously I’m gonna do the voices.” You practically scoffed, and he giggled, as you read the story of Little Red Riding Hood to your son. When the keywords happily ever after rolled off your tongue Theo was snoozing away against your side. You smiled fondly slipping out of your son’s grasp and tucking him into bed making sure the covers were tight around him. You grinned pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his head. Approaching the curtains you moved to close them when a flash of white caught your eye, it came from the old woods surrounding your mother’s house. You swore you saw it weaving in and out of the treeline, you swallowed thickly, inhaling sharply through your nose before snapping the curtains shut. Reaching over you flicked your son’s light out and turned on his glow star projector, projecting white little stars on his ceiling. Theo loved space to death, he was convinced he was going to either be an astronaut or an astronomer, you didn’t have the heart to tell him you probably wouldn’t be able to afford to put him through whatever astronaut school was. “Love you Beanie…” You whispered softly shutting the door behind you, you left it open just a sliver allowing a bit of light could flood into the room.

Heading back downstairs you flicked on the lights in the kitchen and opened the fridge, inside was some leftover chicken soup your mom had made for Theodore and herself for dinner. You placed the soup in the microwave and looked over to the window, as you waited for it to heat up. Once again you felt drawn to looking deep into the woods. You could’ve sworn you saw three figures lurking there each with a different colored mask, you felt your heartbeat quicken as the one in the white mask raised his hand in a wave. It took only a blink of the eyes and they were gone from your sight. Instinctively you picked up the house phone on the table, no signal, you cursed patting down your pants trying to find your cell phone. You distinctly remember having it not even an hour ago, you looked back at the window. No one was there. Your throat went dry and you swallowed, you moved your hands up to rub your eyes. No one was there, you had to be imagining it, a trick your sleep deprived brain was playing on you. However, there were two masks that stood out to you, like you’ve seen them somewhere before… the feminine white one and the ski mask with a red frown.

“What’re you looking at?” You hummed looking over Tim’s shoulder, he jumped and you briefly caught a glimpse of a masked man on the screen. Tim slammed the laptop shut with a start, practically shoving it underneath his jacket. A frown broke across his face,

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He growled turning to face you, his amber eyes full of mirth never had he looked at you like this before. You felt your lip twitch,

“Watch your tone.” You raised a brow, “I’m sorry for startling you.”

“It’s fine,” Tim grumbled under his breath, “It’s nothing just a shitty horror film by an old friend of mine.”

“Can I watch with y-”

“No!” He snarled, “No you can’t. Just fuck off already Jesus christ do you ever stop hovering.”

Your nostrils flared at the memory, and you wondered why your brain showed that one to you specifically. The appetite you once had diminished rather quickly as you dumped the soup into the garbage disposal, leaving behind no evidence of the wasted meal. You twirled the promise ring on your finger before making your way over to the hall closet, inside was a deep red flannel lined with fluff on the inside. You remembered when Tim gave it to you; it was one of your first dates and you’d forgotten your jacket, bringing the fuzz up to your face you took a deep breath in. The jacket had long since stopped smelling of his cologne, but you still felt as if you could feel his presence within the fabric like he was here with you in your house. You briefly fantasized about the life you could’ve had with him and Theo, he’d be upstairs reading under the covers with his son and go with you to parent-teacher conferences. You released a shuddering breath knowing there wasn’t any use thinking about a future that would never happen to you.

“MAMA!”

Everything seemed to slow down around you and the sides of your vision turned white, that was your son.

“MAMA!”

Instincts screaming danger at you, his little voice was desperate and frantic. It was like you weren’t in control of your own body you ascended the steps two at a time. The door to the bedroom was flung open the flannel falling off your shoulders, work heels abandoned at the bottom of the steps to give you more mobility.

“MAMA!” You saw your son sobbing in the grip of a man in a black mask, the black mask with a red frown.

“A-aw f-f-fuck I t-t-t-told you to knock the k-kid out!” Your head whipped to look at the other masked man in the room, it hid the bottom part of his face from sight, and in his hand was an ax that was stained with dried blood.

“I’ll handle her.” In between the two was the feminine white mask grunted pulling out a crowbar from his belt,

“Y-ya know M-Masky that k-kid looks-Mrrrow-like you-”

“Shut up already.” The other man snarled at his colleague his eyeholes trained back to you, “Keep the kid still Hoodie, I’ll kill the mom just like the nanny.”

Your mom was dead, and this man was going to kill you next and take your son. You weren’t letting that happen; you didn’t take all those self-defense classes for no reason. “No, don’t hurt her, please! Mama Help!” Theo sobbed and continued to wiggle in his captor’s grip, you looked over at him for just a moment a smile on your features,

“It’s all gonna be okay Theodore, Mama’s got this.” The one with the half mask cackled like this type of thing was entertaining to the sick bastard,

“Yeah k-kid your m-mommy’s -I like Milfs- got this,” He swung his hatchet between his fingers, “her b-blood’s totally not gonna p-p-paint your bedroom w-walls.”

“Stop talking to him.” You snarled and snickers filled the room,

“Toby enough teasing the victims.” The one known as Hoodie said his voice distorted like he was using a voice modulator. “Masky, kill her.”

The masked man charged at you, with his crowbars raised then everything turned to shit. You heard your son’s echoing shriek in your ears and suddenly you slammed back into the wall, your head bouncing off of it like a rubber ball. You groaned ears ringing, and you felt hands touch your cheeks they were little and frantic, you looked up with hazy eyes to see Theo sobbing violently. “T… eo…”

“D-Didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to! I don’t know what happened!” He buried his head into your chest and you wrapped your arms around him tight, you looked over his shoulder to see the three intruders on the opposite ends of the walls unmoving, blood covered the walls and ceiling. Your son somehow managed to cause this… “Mom don’t be mad…”

“I’m not mad baby.” You pressed a kiss to his head and all over his face, “Come on let’s get up we have to go.”

As you got to your feet with your son in your arms the masked men twitched, necks rolling at random as they tried to make it to their feet. They were dead; they were for sure dead… the amount of blood in the room made that clear. “Mom…” Theo’s voice wavered, and you took a step back towards the door,

“Holy fuck.” The one known as Masky laughed, he was awake first, “The Operator was right… that kid is strong. He just took out all three of us with his voice,” He popped the joints in his neck, “Just who the fuck did you sleep with doll?”

The way ‘doll’ rolled off his tongue tingled the back of your neck raising the hair that lived there, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You spoke slowly, “Just let us go, please.” Your voice wavered, “I just want to be with my son…”

“We all want a lot of things mommy dearest,” The man took a few threatening steps toward you, “We all can’t get what we want.” His hand reached out to touch you when the sound of piercing static filled your head, you cried out and even the man in front of you cursed. You felt blood trickle down your nose and Theo made a worried sound at the sight. Masky’s hand grasped his hair, and he muttered indistinctly to himself, his hand came to the back of his mask and the clips fell away.

“Masky what the fuck are you doing!” Toby shouted in the first full sentence he’s spoken all night,

“What the boss says goes,” Hoodie stated although there was hesitance in his voice, “do it.”

The mask fell away revealing a sharp jawline and a nice layer of stubble, the sharp jaw lead up to distinct sideburns and your eyes locked with Tim’s amber’s and you felt your soul leave your body. “Tim…” Your voice wavered, hand reaching out and gently tracing his jaw with your fingers in the way he used to like, a sound spilled from his lips at the touch, “You haven’t aged a day…”

“Holy fuck.” Toby muttered, “You know her?”

“No.” Tim spat eyes looking back at you, there was some familiarity there but otherwise, he looked like he didn’t recognize you. “I… He wants us to bring her back too.” He commanded the others in his group never taking his eyes off you, you flinched away from him a little as he reached his hand out. “Who are you?”

“(Y/n).” You answered shakily, “I’m… I was your girlfriend,” The ring that sat on your finger felt like acid burning through your skin.

“No fucking way!” Toby cackled clutching his chest as he howled with laughed, “so the kid-oh my fucking god.” Turning to face Tim again you saw the way the apple’s his cheeks turn red, he reached back and placed a hand on the back of Theo’s head making him look up at him. Theo was trembling in your grip but stared up into the eyes of his father,

“Oh, fuck me.”

“Sounds like she did Tim.” Hoodie chimed unhelpfully, “As much as I’m enjoying this family reunion let’s get back to the task at hand.”

“You’re not touching us.” You snarled baring your teeth at the hooded man instinctively leaning closer to Tim as if he wasn’t one of the men who attacked your small family, as if he didn’t just admit to slaughtering your mother who was sleeping next door.

“You don’t have a choice.” Tim grunted hands gripping your shoulders, “Just be glad The Operator decided to let you live another day by your son’s side.”

You bit back the comment about Theo being his son too but Toby beat you to it,

“You mean your kid too D-D-Daddy.” You made a noise and quickly covered your mouth, your eyes lit up as you giggled into your palm. Toby’s eyes widened in delight at your antics, “You’re baby mama thinks I’m funny Timothy, that’s gotta mean I’m f-f-fucking -please don’t- hilarious!” He twitched rather violently his ear meeting his shoulder in one tense movement.

“Don’t encourage him!” Tim snapped at you, “you’re supposed to be on my side baby girl-” He choked a little at the end of the sentence, “I don’t…” He frowned eyebrow furrowing, he scoffed slipping the mask back on his features, “Let’s get the fuck out of here already.” He turned to shove you out of the way as he stormed out of your son’s bedroom door. The man known as Hoodie turned to you and threw your sons overnight back at your feet,

“Pack a bag for both of you. You won’t be returning. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You have five minutes, don’t try anything. Toby will monitor you.” He moved to follow Tim out the door, you heard the other masked man call Tim’s name with a frustrated scoff. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly his real name was and his connection to your ex-boyfriend turned amnesiac murderer.

“M-mom?”

“Hey Theo…can you pack a bag for me? All the clothes, toys and PJs you like yeah? We’re gonna go on a trip.”

“Is he really my dad?”

You hesitated briefly, “Yeah kiddo… he’s your dad.”

“He tried to hurt us.”

“I know.”

“He hurt nana…”

“I know.”

“I don’t want to go with him, he can’t be my dad…” Tears swelled in his eyes and his breathing quickened. “My dad’s supposed to be nice, and a hero and treat you like a princess-”

“Hey, hey, hey…” you whispered softly whipping away his tears, “Breathe for me Theo.” He took a few deep breaths in but it didn’t seem to do much good. “It’ll all be okay I’m gonna be with you every step of the way. You’re the man of the house remember, I protect you and you protect me. You’re strong, stronger than I’ll ever be we’ve made it through worse.” Theo nodded hesitantly and tears still dripped down his cheeks but he seemed significantly calmer.

“Promise you’re not going anywhere?” He held out his pinky, and you interlocked it with your own,

“I promise.”

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bambiimutt · 6 months

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He makes you cry during an Argument.

Arguments with these boys? What could possibly go wrong..

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Headcannons and short stories under the cut!

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TW!! talk of Hoodie stalking, but not major! I think that’s it!!

Jeffrey Hodex:

- you’d think an argument with your boyfriend who loves you oh so dearly would hopefully end in him apologizing. Wanting to make sure he didn’t say anything to you to hurt you.. but you sometimes forget he’s not the normal person.

-Jeff has anger issues and it’s not a surprise to anyone when it’s brought up. So typically with any argument he has, his anger tends to get the better of him.

-which means if the argument is small it’s bound to be blown out of proportion, if it’s a pretty bad argument it’s about to be even worse.

-he doesn’t like to listen. To him he’s always right. He’s never wrong even if deep down he knows he actually fucked up he doesn’t want to admit it because he doesn’t want to look “weak” or too “soft”

-he typically doesn’t feel bad if you end up getting hurt emotionally, you’ll get a good ol scoff and roll of the eyes while he tells you “it’s not that big of a fucking deal, you don’t need to be so emotional.” Along the lines of that.

-but… you might just tug a few heart strings when he realized he’s made you cry. It’s when he sees that he’s scared you that he breaks a little. He’s got a habit of punching walls, breaking shit around the house when you both argue, screaming in your face.. and if it all leads to you finally breaking down and shaking that’s where he finally draws his line.

-he didn’t mean to scare you.. not like that at least. The last thing he wants is for you to be scared of him. He loves you.. even if he shows it in odd ways. He’s an asshole yes but he’s your asshole.

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“Would you just fucking Listen!” Jeff screamed out. His hands were immediately gripping onto his pants, trying his damned hardest to not punch the closest thing to him. But he can’t help himself the moment you cross your arms and give him that fucking look. “Jeffrey. Cut it out, I’ve listened to you for the past 40 fucking minutes.. you need to listen to me-“ you’re cut off quickly hearing his hand collide with the wall and a loud grunt leaving his lips. He’s slightly heaving, breathing heavily and hair a bit messy in front of his face. You jumped a bit, backing up quickly when he immediately whipped around to trudge towards you, black combat boots making him taller then he already was. His large hand was quick to grab your jaw and squish your cheeks together just slightly. “No you fucking listen to me. Stop being a fucking bitch. Why do you have to pick at everything I fucking do, huh?! Huh?!” If he was a scrawny guy you’d say you’d be able to at least get free but no.. no he was a big guy, tall. Muscular, broad shoulders.. built chest. His biceps twitched slightly as his grip grew harder. There was no way you were escaping this. Not with him. Your small hands pushed at his arm and your eyes watered, a tear falling onto his fingers. Oh.. Jeff’s grip softened as he slowly let go. His form lowering himself so he was at your level. “Oh baby.. oh..” his hands hesitated before cupping your cheeks and his lips are kissing at the corners of your lips, trailing towards your ear. “I didn’t mean it..” his voice is deep, gruff and low in your ear as you immediately wrap your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry..” really it’s the only time you’ll get a sorry out of him, a genuine one at that.

Tobias Rogers

- he’s one of the ones who’s a bit more understanding. He can’t exactly understand physical pain or frustration but he can completely understand emotional pain and anger.. and how fucking awful it can be to handle. So when he’s stood, tall and lanky in front of you, hands swinging in the air and his voice raising he can suddenly feel the room shift to a hurt.. deep cut feeling.

- he tries not to yell he tries to hear you out when you both have an argument, but having BPD can be an issue when it comes to that.. you say one thing in a slight tone and he’s set off. Oh? So this is his fault suddenly? Why did you have to say it like that? You could have said it this way. Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole?

-when in reality that’s not how you meant it at all.. and yes Toby does feel bad for it afterwards he shouldn’t have lashed out that way, he should have sat and listened and maybe asked why you said it that way.. but sometimes things get the better of us.

-he’s not always the one to apologize afterwards but he does when he knows he really fucked up. He can’t lose you not to something so fucking stupid. “I-I’m sorry.. you didn’t deserve to hear that.. to e-endure any of that..” with a sniffle you look up at him teary eyed. Oh that really hurts. “It’s okay Toby” he’s immediately at your side, hands brushing your hair back and placing gentle kisses to your jaw. It kills him when you cry.

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“I don’t know Toby I’m just tired..” this is what set him off. The way you said it. You were tired? of this? Of him? Of this relationship? “Are you fucking serious?” He speaks with his teeth clenched together, his head resting in his hands before he’s looking up at your slowly. His body slightly twitches from time to time, though when he was angry it usually became an issue for him, twitching far too often, clearing his throat more aggressively. His tics would normally become more violent in some ways. “Are we just d-done then? That’s it just b-because you’re tired yo-you can’t fucking walk away-“ his arm flys up in the air as he stands, his hands coming to rub at his face and the patch of hair on his chin. His tired droopy eyes dart towards you. You didn’t necessarily start crying because he scared you it was more of the the stress of the situation. “Toby please that’s not what I meant.” He still hasn’t noticed as his tall figure is rambling on, tics making his occasional grip and smack to his leg but he of course can’t feel it. When he finally looks at you he realizes you’ve been crying and it stops. The room becomes quiet and he twitches a few more times before softly kneeling on the floor where you sat. “I shouldn’t have assumed like that.. I’m sorry..” he’s softly laying you down on the floor as his lips trail your neck, his hands placing your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbles against your neck.

-Ben Lawman/drowned

- to be honest he’s probably not the one who started it. He’s usually pretty calm, and quiet…. Except for when he wants to act like a child and become ignorant and downright inappropriate.

-he can be perverted.. gross and this is usually where the arguments start, not that you don’t like him nor the way he acts it’s more when he says things he shouldn’t be saying. So you typically end up yelling at him and he will normally sit embarrassed and feeling a bit guilty.. he didn’t think you’d get so upset.

- on occasion if the argument isn’t about that and about something else he still is usually the one to just take it but there are rare moments where he snaps back. And when he does. Oh boy.

-constant pacing back and forth, hands in his hair, sharp glares at you and laughing in disbelief. He’ll sometimes say things he doesn’t mean. He’s usually not one to yell but when he does you aren’t really expecting it. So it scares you.. and the tears finally break.

- ben only stares for a moment. “Shit.” Yeah he fucked up big time. He immediately feels guilty and he immediately rushes towards you to pull you into a tight embrace. He didn’t mean to take it that far.. he really didn’t, knowing it was him who made you cry makes him want to break down himself.

ೃ࿔*:･

“You can hate me yknow, I won’t blame you, or be angry..” Ben mumbled against your hair, your sniffling shattering his dead heart even further. You look up at the blonde, your fingers lacing their way into his hair as you force a bit of a smile “I just.. I hate when we argue like that..” your voice breaks causing Ben to swallow. Oh no. There’s that lump in his throat. His hands rub at your back before feeling his way towards your lower half, squeezing gently. “I know babe. Don’t listen to me when I get like that yeah?” You give a gentle smile as he softly lifts you up, bringing you closer as he grabs his controller, getting ready to play his game and have you relax against him. Occasionally he’ll presses kisses to your forehead. He doesn’t like to talk about the arguments, maybe because he doesn’t know how to handle his emotions and yours at the same time or maybe he’s just scared it’ll lead to another argument, but he apologized like he always does and makes sure your comfy against him while he games. As long as you’re content with it, he’s content.

-Masky/ Tim Wright

- a bit like Jeff I just think he’s a bit more mellow, he won’t ever apologize unless he knows he’s actually in the wrong. Which ends up being majority of the time. You know he has his episodes, where he blacks out and doesn’t remember a lot of the things he ends up doing.

- he will sometimes black out during an argument. It’s not often but when he does it’s like arguing with a brick wall. Like Jeff he won’t listen. He refuses to listen to anything you say because In the moment he’s the one who’s right. But he’ll never go as far to say mean things like Jeff does. No Tim tends to stop himself before he does.

-he storms off frequently. I think he more or so hates the emotions that comes with this. He hates the yelling, the way you look at him with disbelief and anger.. Its more so he doesn’t feel like fucking shit up for being an asshole to someone who genuinely cares about him. So he leaves you to your emotions to figure out, and if they aren’t figured out by the time he gets back he tries his best to help. Even if he does seem annoyed.

- typically your arguments are more him being snarky, sarcastic and being too logical, he can raise his voice from time to time but he’s only ever yelled at you once, and he still beats him self up for it to this day. Seeing you cry at how angry he got, how you still reached out for him in your meltdown caused by him.. and you still reached for him.

ೃ࿔*:･

“They’re pills y/n, prescription pills. I’ll be fine you know I need to take them. Why do I need to keep telling you thi-“ you cut him off quickly your voice already laced with concern as it shook. “Because you take more then you should be taking Tim. I don’t like it I don’t want you to hurt yourself..” he understood where you came from yes but what you needed to do was stop it. Just stop worrying about him. “Please for the love of god, I’m fine! I’m fucking fine! I’ll be fine! Please just stop it. I hate how much you worry and stress yourself over me. They’re fucking pills, I take them when needed. So just stop!” Now he didn’t scream super loud, but it was loud enough for you to feel the lumpy tingly feeling in your throat bubble, your hands softly twisting together “s-sorry..” you squeaked out. Tears brimmed your eyes as your bottom lip quivered. He watched you carefully for a moment, grimacing a bit as he watched your face twist with sadness.. and you slowly making your way towards him. Tim opens his arms and quietly pulls you in, one hand rubbing at the back of your head and the other gripping your back. “I’m an asshole. I know you’re just worried.” He mumbled quietly, lips pressed to your forehead as you hide your face in his chest. “You’re okay..” he continues to mumble, awkwardly trying to find a way to comfort you further.

Hoodie/ Brian Thomas

-he’s quiet. Very quiet. I think he’s the most gentle when it comes to arguments with his S/O. He’s scared to hurt you, always in any circumstances. He’s more observant, he knows when the argument gets too much for you just by a single movement.

-though he does have his moments where he does get angry back, he can normally control his temper. Usually the argument starts by something he’s done so he can handle it, he can deal with it. He tells you “I promise I’ll change, just give me some time” and you believe him because he does change but then he falls back into his habits, leaving for weeks on end, taking too many pills, his stalker tendencies.

-the argument this time is unclear, you probably don’t even remember by the Time Brian starts yelling back at you. His hair is messy from running his hands through it one too many times, he’s clenching his fists and trying to breathe as he shakily keeps his voice down.

-even in moments like this he still thinks of you. Not wanting to hurt you nor scare you.. he just lets you have your outburst and then you both move on. But tonight was different.

-he tends to ignore you when he gets worked up in an argument. If he’s not yelling back then majority of the time he’s just silent. His back towards you. But only when he’s angry right back at you. He’ll give you that silent treatment for hours.

-but this time. He made you cry. And he’s stopped dead in his tracks, eyes softening, getting down on his knees and resting his head against your stomach,his hands holding onto your waist. Sigh… he just had to fuck shit up again didn’t he.

ೃ࿔*:･

“Brian you can’t just leave me for weeks on end.. you can’t just.. disappear then show up like nothings happened. Where do you go..? Is there someone else” at this point he’s just been listening to you, letting you vent out but when you suddenly accuse him of cheating on you.. he snaps. You really think HE would cheat on you?! It’s not like he didn’t spend months watching you, becoming so infatuated with you to the point that it would make anybody so fucking sick to their stomach. But he couldn’t tell you that he couldn’t tell you he’s loved you far longer. So he stands, looks at you with anger in his eyes, a hint of sadness flashing on his face “don’t fucking accuse me of cheating on you.” He points a shaky finger in your face “don’t you ever. You don’t understand the shit I’d do for you, the shit I DO for you.” He’s close now, watching as you look up at him shakily. “This S-still doesn’t explain where you go Brian.. you-“ he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you close “no listen to me. I want to tell you I want to tell you so badly but I can’t. I can’t. I just can’t.” His eyes are averting he’s becoming shaky himself, he’s panicking. Trust him. Is what he wants to tell you, that It’ll all be okay, he’ll be okay in a couple of days, he’ll change just give him time.. but he can’t lie to you.. not now. It would only make shit worse for you in this moment. When he finally looks back at you he sees you staring up at him, not a word spoken but tears streaming down your face, and your wrists still held tight in his large hands. “I..” he softly brings your hand down, lowering himself to the ground as he watches you still stare straight ahead. He scared you. Brian goes silent and lets himself sit on his knees, his hands running up under your shirt to hold onto your waist and burying his head into your stomach. “I’m sorry” he whispered gently, shivering when he feels your hands curl into his hair and finally look down at him. You know he feels guilty. He’s only trying to protect you.

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creepy-friday · 9 months

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More Creepypasta Mansion Headcanons

Warnings: dark content,violence,

blood,mental illness and drugs mentions,suggestive content

if your room is close to Jeff or Ben,you're not getting any sleep.Both of them would play loud obnoxious music;Jeff would blast metal while the blonde would play hours of techno music while gaming sounds would be heard plus inappropriate loud sounds from whatever he's watching/playing/enjoying himself to

The calmest and safest times are during breakfast or when the others eat in general,everytime someone is in the kitchen they just do their own thing and leave

EJ doesn't need sleep,so if you happen to wander the hallways at night you might bump into him

Slenderman doesn't care about anything that doesn't directly affect him,he would actually be pissed if a resident would complain about something that he doesn't care about,that's why all the creeps can be unhinged at times

One violent fight has to happen at least once per month we all know the violent motherfuckers who start it and an argument has to happen at least once per day

If you're a shy and an empathetic person then your stay in the mansion can be hell,that's why you should stick with the ones who can make your life a little bearable

Even lone wolves like EJ and Bloody Painter don't stay alone for long periods of time.If you're isolated for a long period of time you might hear the static again..some say it's Slenderman who doesn't want his creeps to be alone because the eldritch might care about them,some say that it's because their loneliness can get into their quality of work and it would piss him off

Besides the blood and the desperation,most creeps keep themselves clean,but you might see some residents like Jeff who can wear the same pair of sweatpants for 7 days in a row

If you need money you can simply go to Ben,he will either order what you need for you or make himself useful and get you some cash,altough he is a little fuck and wants something in return even if it's HIS JOB to provide the residents what they need.Maybe a blowjob under the desk will do

Drugs are easy to obtain,even Nina has a bottle of something hidden inside her room,you just have to know what you want

One of the top unspoken rules between the residents is to never,in under any circumstances,never enter another creep's room without permision,the only keys that are provided are to proxies rooms.

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cyberghouleo · 6 months

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Proxy twitter au part 2

Part 1 Part 3

#marble hornets #creepypasta #tim marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #brian thomas x reader #masky x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #tim masky #masky marble hornets #creepypasta x reader #brian marble hornets #again these are fun to make and i didnt expect it to blow up AT ALL so thank yall !!!#also idk if these are x readers but it has a y/n so ya know??#social media au #incorrect tweets

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venviouz · 2 years

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Please like masky. Masky is everything.

Ps. Math fucking sucks

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lordprettyflackotara · 1 month

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criminal || Jeff the killer

smut 18+, minors dni, PLEASE READ: TW: CNC, FACE FUCKING, gun play?, bank robbery, kidnapping at the end

Jeff the killer knew he was good at what he did.

He was good at killing people quickly.

Or making them suffer, depending on which he was in the mood for.

What Jeff wasn’t good at however, was two things.

1. Listening to an order.

2. Having patience.

Of course he tried his hardest to suck it up, listening to almost all of Slender’s commands without a second thought.

Those commands usually involved things he was good at.

Except for today.

Jeff grumbled unhappily to himself in the front seat of the toyota Ben managed to buy off of craigslist.

Robbery was the proxies job, not Jeff’s.

So imagine Jeff’s surprise when his latest order was to rob the local bank right before closing.

It wasn’t that the mission was hard.

Yet, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed that he was chosen for the job.

Eyeless Jack had been chosen as his getaway driver. Not out of choice but out of convenience.

Apparently Masky had been shot a couple of times the last mission they were on and Hoody has been moping around ever since. Since Toby wasn’t trusted enough to complete this kind of task alone, Jeff was the next runner up in Slender’s eyes.

Tasks like this were the closest Slenderman could get to getting Jeff as a proxy. So naturally he took what he could.

EJ was never normally a blabber to Jeff. Whether or not Jeff would come and say it outright, EJ was probably his favorite at the mansion. He wasn’t insufferable, usually keeping to himself and complying with Jeff’s odd favors.

However during this car ride, Jeff couldn’t help but consider Eyeless Jack to be yapping.

For some odd reason, EJ wasn’t in the mood to be ignoring Jeff’s usual disdain and grumpiness. Instead he chose to ramble on about his latest kill and the medical discoveries he had made.

On a typical Tuesday evening Jeff would’ve told him to shut the fuck up. But he was so miserable being assigned this task in the first place, he found himself holding his tongue.

The dim street lights were the only source of light on the street they rode down, the car not having headlights. Ben deemed them not to be necessary. It was almost comical watching EJ try to navigate the road without them.

Jeff unhappily reached into the glovebox, pulling out a black face mask and pair of sunglasses. If he had things go his way, he would’ve been wearing a ski mask. Unfortunately Slender disagreed, his concern revolving around not even making it into the bank itself.

He shoved the face mask on, the tips of his raw uncut smile peaking out near his ears. He put the sunglasses on, before grabbing the traditional black sack and hand gun Masky had lent him. Jeff thought the 1930’s sack was a little lame, but it was practical.

Jeff forced himself out of the car, quietly shutting the door behind him. EJ rolled down the window, deciding to remind Jeff of what they were doing.

“Alright look, just go in there, get the money so we can go,” EJ said firmly, the words catching Jeff’s attention.

Jeff mumbled an annoyed agreement, deciding it would be best to go ahead and walk on in.

“Hey Jeff?” EJ called. Jeff gritted his teeth in irritation, quickly turning around.

“What?!”

If EJ had eyes, he would’ve rolled them.

“Don’t kill nobody this time,”

Jeff shoved off his request, shoving his last mission filling in for the proxies in the back of his mind. It wasn’t his fault that Slender put him on a proxy mission. He also didn’t specify that he had to leave all the hostages alive.

Jeff muttered curses under his breath, mainly insulting EJ, before deciding to whistle.

He strolled into the bank casually, the hand gun tucked into his back waistband.

You were closing up for the night, the sight of Jeff annoying you. You had counted every drawer except for your own, and now you’d have to stay past closing. You brushed off your pencil skirt, painting on your best customer service smile.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You asked. You were puzzled by Jeff’s appearance, the sunglasses throwing you off. You wanted to assume the best, thinking he possibly blind and cautious of infections.

Jeff could hardly contain his excitement once he saw you. You had such a lovely face, your smile bright and filling him with ease. Your delicious thighs were covered by your black pencil skirt, your hair in a tight professional ponytail. He was smiling under his mask, a genuine one that wasn’t carved on.

“I’d like to make a withdrawal,” Jeff said calmly, his voice smooth like butter. His eyes scanned the bank quickly, realizing you were the only one there. Jeff mentally cursed to himself as he realized he hadn’t gotten out of the mansion much lately.

He could feel heat rushing to his cheeks as he looked at you, your curious eyes searching his covered face for further elaboration. Even in your modest uniform, Jeff could see your natural curves. How long had it been since he had been around a normal girl? One without a clock for an eye or burnt pale skin like his?

“Sir are you okay-” You began to ask, before your eyes fluttered down to his crotch. His boner was poking not so discreetly through his black jeans, your face flushing pink. Your surprised look snapped Jeff out of his daze, causing him to quickly yank his gun out of his back waistband.

“Put the fucking money in the bag bitch and no one gets hurt,” Jeff growled, shoving the bag at you. Fear crashed down over you like a violent wave as tears prickled in your eyes quickly. Your hands shook as you grabbed the keys to your cash drawer, struggling to insert the key into the keyhole.

Jeff watched in awe as you struggled to miss the keyhole for a third time. He rolled his eyes. “Useless bitch do I have to do everything? Give it to me,” He sighed. You held out the keys hesitantly, your body shaking in fear and an odd arousal as you heard him talk more. He unlocked the cash drawer, before turning his attention back to you.

“I’m not going to touch it. Put it in the fucking sack before I blow your head off,” Jeff spat. He stepped out of the way, his boner not going down. You grabbed handfuls of cash, shoving them in Jeff’s sack. He watched as you bent over, your ass looking great through your tight uniform.

“Please don’t kill me,” You whispered, tears finally falling from your waterline. Jeff contemplated his options, remembering Slenderman’s and EJ’s warnings. You were cute after all, even for a little bank teller.

“Maybe we can work something out doll,” Jeff’s pale hand stroked your face as you shoved more stacks of money into the bag. His touch felt disgusting, but his words were like pure honey. “What d-do you want?” You stuttered. You finished emptying out your drawer, turning to him and handing him the money.

Jeff towered over you, his ashy black hair hanging over his forehead and top of his sunglasses.

“Well doll, you’ve created a problem for me you see,” Jeff purred. He grabbed your tiny hand, placing it over his aching boner. Just your touch was enough to make him shift in place. Your face went bright red, your eyes widening. “I c-can’t just let you fuck me. There are cameras everywhere. I’ll be humiliated-” You began rambling, afraid that this conversation wasn’t a negation.

Jeff glanced down at the plentiful stacks of money in the bag, figuring spending a few extra minutes with you would be a decent reward. “I’m a man of compromise,” Jeff offered. He was itching to pull the trigger on the gun he was holding at your head, but taking out a camera or two would have to do for now.

He shot at the cameras on each side behind the desk, leaving only the main one in the lobby on. Jeff mentally thanked Masky for the silencer on his main gun, as it gave him more time with you. “No cameras, and as much as i’d love to ruin your tight pussy, no sex. Knees doll,” Jeff grunted. He was having a hard time adjusting to negation with a regular human, but your puppy eyes full of tears were just too darling for him to ignore.

You wanted to be disgusted by the situation, to be kicking and screaming. But something about Jeff, the way he talked and moved had you aching for more. Your bare knees hit the raw carpet, promising rug burn on your skin. Your hands were still shaking as you began to undo his belt, the killer staring down at you eagerly.

You slowly unzipped his zipper, the two of you working together to pull down his pants. “I don’t have all night,” Jeff told you impatiently. You squirmed to have him fully revealed in front of you, his cock hard in front of your face. His tip was a pinkish color, while the rest of his shaft matched the rest of his pale white skin. You slowly took him in your mouth, screwing your eyes shut. Jeff let out a quiet groan, a string of curses following behind it.

“Nuh uh doll, open those pretty eyes f’me,” Jeff ordered, trying to sound stern as you bobbed your head up and down his cock. You weren’t half bad for a little bank teller, your nipples poking through your button up as you struggled to keep your eyes on the man standing before you. Jeff grabbed your slicked back ponytail, forcing you to take more of him.

“Thats it, take it all,” Jeff murmured, licking his lips under his mask. You forced your jaw to go slack, his fingers tightly yanking at your hair. “I’d relax if I were you, unfortunately for you I don’t have all night,” Jeff sighed. You almost raised one eyebrow, before his shaft forced itself down your throat. Your waterline filled with tears immediately, your nose touching his black curls.

Jeff sighed in relief at the sensation of your tight throat, his hips beginning to buck on their own. You listened obediently, staring up at him as he throat fucked you. You struggled to breathe, a burning sensation clouding your nose. “You know, you’re actually pretty good at this,” Jeff snickered. He pulled out briefly, offering you the reward of breathing.

You gasped like a fish out of water, inhaling as much oxygen as you could. A foul mixture of saliva and drool pooled under the carpet beneath you, soaking it. Jeff considered praising you, complimenting how pretty you looked like this. Your face all red, hair messy, covered in tears and spit. But as the thought crossed his mind, there was only one other thing he would like your face coated in.

Jeff forced your head back onto his cock, continuously face fucking you as he pleased. He could feel himself getting closer, his hips stuttering. In the far distance he heard the sound of police sirens, causing him to grit his teeth in annoyance. “I’d love to paint your face doll, but I can’t leave any DNA behind. You understand right?” Jeff asked mockingly.

You almost mentally asked what he meant, before his tip hit the back of your throat one final time. His seed was warm and salty, causing you to gag at the slightest taste your tongue had the displeasure of sensing. He stayed lodged in your throat for a moment, enjoying watching you struggle to swallow him all.

Jeff snickered as he pulled out of your mouth, your knees raw with rug burn and your throat desperately trying to swallow his cum.

You panted as you looked up at him, the police sirens getting closer. He fixed himself up, extending a hand for you to take. You stared at him curiously, forgetting your situation and taking his hand.

“I’m not allowed to kill anyone. And now that you’ve seen me, you’re a liability,” Jeff told you. Your eyes darted back and forth at his sunglasses, searching for a look of his orbs.

“Looks like you’re going to have to come with me. You’ve grown on me anyways,” Jeff huffed. In a swift motion he threw you over his shoulder, dragging you and the bag of money to EJ’s car.

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smutty-ki113r · 7 months

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🛩Masky🛩||Toxic

NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- vouyerism, pleasure dom masky, mirror play, teasing, edging, pilot masky, minors—dni (3.4k)

Inspired by: Britney Spears

(Fun fact I wrote this on the plane 😗)!

Working as a flight attendant was such a hassle, keeping you up at ungodly hours and having you deal with customers that complained about their seat. But it certainly had its perks, learning how to balance 4000 ft in the air and ending up in some incredible places, layovers in Hawaii, Dubai, Spain. Out of all these things you never would have imagined joining the mile high club…

You had an hour to get from terminal 1 to 3, your last flight was to Miami, so you were at MIA, looking around for a bathroom. Fixing up your hair quickly and adjusting your uniform before reaching the gate.

The other attendants were also waiting to the side, you were early. Of course you had to board the plane beforehand to check the seats and restock the drink cart.

There was only a few passengers waiting around too, you swayed against your luggage. Looking around to see the two pilots that would be driving the plane walking towards you, one of them you had flown with before, Brian Thomas.

The other one, particularly, caught your eye- probably because you had caught his first. Your heart skipped a beat and you gave him a friendly smile, then averted your gaze to avoid being awkward.

You had never seen him, he was probably new, laughing at something Brian said, but his sight was on you.

The corner of his lip was raised just slightly, he was practically undressing you with his eyes. You couldn’t even complain, he was hot as fuck, and he was flustering you. But his face remained innocent, nobody noticed but you.

He had this dark brown hair and defined features, he was classy, wearing his white uniform and a tie, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to how it fit him so perfectly. His build so defined- you stopped from staring at his pants.

If there’s one thing you loved it was a man in uniform.

Nobody had ever flirted with you on the job, and while no words were exchanged, you could feel his burning gaze.

You gulped and tried to look ahead, relieved when they called for all the attendants to board, it took the pressure off.

You took your post at the front of the plane and awaited for the passengers to board to then do the safety demonstrations and make sure everybody had their seatbelts on.

Soon enough zone 1 people started coming and you greeted them all, the door to the cockpit opened and you found yourself face to face with the pilot, glancing at his name embroidered in gold.

“Wright” you said softly, meeting his gorgeous eyes.

“yeah like the Wright brothers” he joked, looking you up and down and giving you a subtle smirk.

“That’s fitting” you told him. “Nice to meet you…”

“Tim” he finished, catching your name as well. “We’re about to take off, be a dear and get me some water will you?” He requested.

Nodding obediently and scurrying off to find him some water, he watched you go. Knocking on the door to the pit to alert them of your arrival and handing him the drink.

“Thank you gorgeous” he said, your face turning red at the compliment and instead moving to greet the other pilot, Brian nodded to you and you left.

Your thoughts remained on the beautiful man and you mindlessly did your rounds before the plane took off. Strapping in and listening to the men over the intercom.

“And we are ready for departure, flight 113 from MIA to JFK”

Smiling at yourself at the thought of your one day vacation in New York City. You wanted to go shopping and maybe visit the Statue of Liberty.

It was two hours into the grueling flight, your ears had already popped from the altitude, you never did get used to that.

You sat at the back, passing around the cart once and letting your other fellow flight attendants do the rounds for trash and such. You were all alone, looking out the window, your head in the clouds, and being almost startled as you saw the handsome man approach.

“I thought you were driving this thing” you whisper-hissed.

“Brian’s doing it, I’ve been at the wheel for almost three hours” he said, stressed. Flexing his arms out and stretching, leaning against a wall.

You couldn’t help but stare at his hands, his thick fingers, how you wished he could fill you up and make you pant out his name and-

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts and getting up, “you can have my seat if you want” he was probably exhausted.

“Sit back down” he said, his tone low. You did as he said; a tingle in between your legs at how commanding he was.

“I just came here to get a- snack” he said slowly, smiling as if he wasn’t looking at up and down you when he said that.

“I can make you something if you like” you offered, his tense posture relaxed.

“You’re a godsend, yeah, I’ll take a black coffee” you nodded attentively and got up to make his drink. Focusing on making sure it didn’t spill and stirring it for him.

Turning to him and handing him the drink, he took a sip and set it down on the counter. “Thank you beautiful”

You shook your head, it was nothing, “yeah of course” you laughed nervously, “whatever you need” you told him in a passing tone.

His gaze pierced through you, “whatever I need?” He said, his voice teasing, dripping with desire.

Right then you knew you had made a grave mistake, gulping and looking away. He approached you, his lips so close to your ear, tucking hair behind your ear and letting his fingers brush upon your neck.

God damn turbulence betrayed you, swaying the plane and making you lose your footing and slide right into him. His hand at your waist to keep you upright.

“Now that you mention it” he whispered in your ear. “There was something else…and I’m still hungry” his gentle touches were making you weak at the knees.

You glanced behind him but nobody was watching, you were afraid of what would happen if you were caught, he seemed to notice.

“I’ll be careful” he promised, his head an inch away from being buried in the crook of your neck, and he smelled so good, like this expensive manly cologne.

“We’ll be quick” his words so soothing and convincing you. There was already a feverish throbbing at your clit that you severely needed to attend to. A wave of desperate heat at your lower abdomen that you craved for him to satisfy.

You couldn’t resist this man, he had a mesmerizing effect on you. So you focused on his lustful gaze as he walked you back into one of the bathrooms, locking the door behind him and wasting no time in leaning down to kiss you.

Tim sealed the small space separating the two of you, a knee already in between your legs because of how compact the space was. You let out a few pants at the way he rubbed you, unable to stop yourself even though there might have been people just outside that door.

His kisses passionate and needy, like he had been craving you ever since the moment he laid eyes on you. And everything he did was intoxicating, you were so receptive to him, slick already gathering in your panties as he met your lips in an open kiss and bit down on your lip, nibbling and teasing you,

There was barely any space in that bathroom, moving around and escaping him would be difficult, it almost didn’t give you a choice, but Tim felt so good, you couldnt help but whisper his name in need.

“Oh fuck” he cursed, “your kisses are so delicious” he reached a hand down to your stomach, trailing it down your torso to your most intimate area, replacing his knee and pressuring your cunt gently through your skirt, “I wanna know if the rest of you tastes just as good”

Your breath hitched when he hoisted you on the small counter, your pussy embarrassingly wet at every one of his touches. He spread your knees open and bent down to get to work.

“So this is what you meant by hungry” you said in the middle of the heated moment.

His eyes met yours and you gulped at the mischievous glint swirling his pupils. Feeling a throb at the view of the captain on his knees. “Exactly” He chuckled lowly and pressed his lips to your thighs impatiently, sinking his teeth into your soft skin and leaving marks nobody would know about but him.

You whined, having to bite your lip to stop yourself from letting any lewd noises escape. “Oh god” you whispered, when he finally got to your pussy. It was too much tension, his hot breath lingering where his teeth marks lay, and now- right on your clit.

He hooked his fingers to your panties and brought them down, amused at the wet spot on them. Now there was nothing else below that short skirt. Your body involuntarily bucked forward, and his big hands held you in place. “Impatient are we?”

But he was just as rushed as you, it was supposed to be a quickie in the bathroom not lovemaking. If you wanted to do that later he would gladly lay you down in a proper bed and do so, but for now all he was focused on was your pussy glistening with your juices that he so desired.

Bringing his lips to you and lapping a stripe up your slit before opening you up and tasting you in full. Groaning at the sensation of your sex clenching around his tongue while he fucked you with it.

His fingers digging into your skin to bring you closer to his face and encourage you to ride as wildly as you pleased. You weren’t one to resist, your knuckles white as you held onto a handle on the wall and the roof above you. Praying that the passengers on the plane thought the rough movement was from turbulence and nothing more.

Tim ate like a starved man, in a way you had never felt before. There was no stopping him either, he wouldn’t cease his tongue fuck until he was satisfied, and nothing would please him more than you gushing over him enough to let him know you were ready for something much larger.

Besides, he couldn’t get his eyes off you, he was particularly enjoying making you squirm at the brink of your first release. He liked teasing you this much, it showed him that he held all the power, and you were wrapped around his finger. Technically you were, when he slipped one in and curled it in your soft spot.

His lips sucked at your bundle of nerves hard enough to make you spasm and clench your legs around his head, everything was going according to his plan. “Yeah? Does that feel good?” He asked, taking a breath and dipping another digit inside your dripping pussy.

You struggled to keep your voice bellow a whisper, but he didn’t seem to care about a possible audience. All he was focused on was pulling more of those pretty cries from your swollen lips. “Yes-yes” you repeated.

Your brows furrowing at the pleasure he was providing you with, and Tim himself was getting off at just the taste of you. His cock twitching in his uniform pants, he was painfully hard so he had to take himself out and stroke when you creamed on his tongue.

“You taste so sweet honey” he praised, “I love it when you struggle to speak because I’m making you cum with just my tongue” he smirked. The flat of his tongue once again swirling your swollen clit enough to make you let out a mutter of incoherent nonsense.

Too drunk off the bliss you couldn’t argue back, you didn’t want to. It was like you were in heaven, preforming acts that were so sinful they would have led you to hell.

“T-Tim” you gasped, “I’m close” you warned him, “gonna cum”

Once again he started eating you like you were his las meal on earth, your eyes rolled back in delight. But he wasn’t going to let you get off that easily, you should have known. “Not until you ask for permission”

He pulled his touch away slightly, enough to keep you just at the edge of your orgasm for a bit longer.

“Please” you cried, tears in your eyes. “Can I please cum, captain?”

The man saw the look on your face but just cooed, “you haven’t said my name” he reminded you.

“Captain wright” you babbled “captain wright”, again and again because once you spoke the magic words he just kept going faster. Pumping his thick fingers in and out of your sopping hole hard enough to make you come undone. Crying out for him and gripping onto the edge of the counter to restrain yourself.

“That’s right, just like that” he coaxed, helping you ride down from your climax so perfectly, You were thankful that he was there to hold you steady. Lapping at your release before standing up again and pressing his bare cock to your entrance.

“Gonna need you to beg for this one too” he said, to fuel his ego and also for consent reasons. His lips to your neck now. You had barely managed to come down from such ecstasy before registering what he was asking.

But you were far too gone, your cunt still clenching for him. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to satisfy him like he did you. Nodding and letting a few “please’s” to let him know you craved it too.

“Mhm that’s what I thought”, you could hear the cockiness in his voice, looking down to see if he had the package to back it up but your jaw hug open once you felt it. Prodding at you and letting his precum mix in with your slick.

“‘S not gonna fit” you said in a hiccup, eyes wide and narrowed at his heavy cock that pressed against your slit as you dripped on him. “It’s too big” you squeaked.

“Oh it’ll fit” he panted, mimicking the motions of sex but just grinding himself raw on you. “I’ll make it fit” he hissed. Finally rolling his hips into you in one swift movement. “Fuck” he cursed under his breath, it was quite a tight fit, enough to make him pause because he didn’t want to cum instantly.

A stray groan fell from your mouth but he caught it with his own, meeting you in a heated embrace. His hands on either side of you, pressing prints onto the mirror behind you. He pulled out and thrusted back in, working a good pace. You slowly acclimated to his thick girth with every stroke in your pussy.

Even with the stretch it felt so delicious, your hands clutching his once ironed uniform into wrinkled bunches. There was barely any space in that god forsaken bathroom, but it just gave him the excuse to stay closer to you. That and he just had to give smaller, quicker thrusts.

His big cock splitting you open time and time again, his tip reaching your cervix, thudding against your g spot in a way that made you squeeze him like a vice.

A hand keeping your knee open while he fucked you, practically pounding you. Making you lose your breath and your head go fuzzy. “You’re so tight” he hissed, “practically milking me”

He was panting, pulling out momentarily to turn you around and fuck you doggystyle. Except now, you could see your reflection and his own. The whole image of the captain pounding your pussy till it turned red on full display for you. A grin making its way to his lips, he liked seeing you struggle to fit him fully.

But the look on your face and the way you gripped around him told him that you wanted it, that and those obscene noises you were making every time he hilted. “Thats a good, pretty baby” he rasped, “servicing all your captains’ needs”

You looked at his eyes in the mirror, a pout on your lips from how he was acting. A hand making it’s way to your chin to redirect your gaze to your own body. “Watch yourself” he whispered, his breath hot on your ear.

“Look at yourself while you take all of me” he panted, and you felt yourself melt at the obscenity of his words. “I want you to see how good I’m fucking you”

Doing as he said and feeling his balls clap against your ass, it was almost more unholy to watch your expression and the way he made your body bounce back and forth on his cock.

“Do you see it?” He asked, “that fucked out look on your face from how deep my cock is right now”, a gentle touch at your lower abdomen to press where he was bulging. “Here, all the way inside that slutty little hole of yours” he teased.

It was all too lewd, you felt yourself sizzling with desire, about to burst again if he kept whispering those sweet words in your ear.

“You look so hot when I’m inside of you” he praised. “Mhm with me stretching you out, you’re so hungry for it” he growled. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes sir”, You were struggling to piece together your words, the ones you could were just ‘more- more more more”, so thats exactly what you said.

“Please” you cried “please sir, more”,

Your noises getting a bit too out of control, he had to discipline you. A hand moving to your lips to hold your mouth as he told you to be quiet, but that almost made it worse. Now the sound of the lewd squelch and clapping of balls was the only thing that could be heard along with your muffled groans and pants.

“Shh that’s right” he said, softly. “Just keep taking it, just let me take care of you” you nodded at the finger at your lips telling you to be silent. “stay and let me fuck that pretty pussy just a bit longer.”

You bit your tongue and did as he instructed, trying to hold on but the throbbing at your cunt was aching. “Please captain, let me cum” you whispered.

Meeting his eyes through the mirror and he seemed to relent, it’s not like he would hold on much longer either. You were squeezing him too tight, and he couldn’t pull out too much, there wasn’t any space in that damn little cabin.

His hand gripped the rails to steady himself, the other at your ass to take a handful of. “You’ve been good, go ahead, you can cum” he whispered in your ear.

It felt like such a relief, shivers going down your spine and directly to your pussy. “I’m cumming-“ you warned, fluttering around him as you found your release.

“That’s a good baby just let yourself go” he said in a raspy tone, his fingers digging so deep into your ass there would definitely be marks. “Let your captain take care of you”

Your legs were weak, trembling as he hilted and spilled deep inside of your hole, groaning into your shoulder as he filled you up.

His cock twitching as you squeezed him until his balls were empty. Eventually he pulled out, his release dripping out from your hole and down your legs.

His big hands helped you pull up your panties once again, it wasn’t much help concealing the act, your hair was all disheveled and your cheeks rosy.

His release still inside of you a lewd reminder of what had just transpired on the planes bathroom.

“You did so good for me” he praised, making sure you were good before sending you off.

He put your skirt in place, “welcome to the mile high club” he whispered with a chuckle, “have a safe flight now”

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The Proxies Little Pet (Part 2)

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Author's Note: This has been requested so many times. There will be no part 3, so don't ask. Enjoy!

Summary: After the events that took place at Gullermary Asylum, Y/N has now been released and given a new identity as they reenter society. But as they remember more and more about the 10 years they stayed with the proxies, and the constant paranoia, they realize they'll never be safe.

Meanings: *Insert Word/Words*, anything with * when Toby is speaking means he's ticking, not just yelling nonsense.

Warnings: Implied Rape, Rape Described, Rape Talked About, Past Sexual, Physical and Mental Abuse, Murder, Suicide Mentioned, Attempted Murder, Kidnapping, Drugging, Manipulation, PTSD, Recovering From A Traumatic Event, Flashbacks, Blood, Gore, Paranoia, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Swearing, Agression, Dehumanization, Medication, Hallucinations, Unconsented Filming, Unconsented Photography, Masturbation, Perversion, Mental Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Physical, Emotional Abuse, Forced Violence, Murder, Mind Break, Sexualization, Torture, and Humiliation.

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When you woke up, all you heard were sirens and screams. You're body was sore and sticky, but you were cold, very cold. You were still on the floor of the therapy room, but you felt a warm liquid under you. You used what little strength you had left to push yourself up and against the wall. When you looked down, you body froze.

You saw puddle of blood under you, your blood. Bruised on you thighs and wrists, you saw bite marks on your thighs and on your chest. You felt yourself start to hyperventilate, your hands shaking as you looked around.

"Not again, not again, not again!" You yelled at tears fell down your eyes, suddenly all the memories of your past came flooding back.

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"Get up bitch." Masky said, kicking your curled up body that laid on the floor.

"Come on, Masky. Let's give them a little break, don't want to break them too fast, remember?" Hoodie said as he pulled you into his lap, running his hands up and down your body.

Masky rolled his eyes before lighting up a cigarette. You hugged Hoodie's waist as you cried harder, causing Hoodie to laugh. You hated Hoodie, you hated Toby, you hated Masky, but the comfort Hoodie was giving you caused you to succumb to his touch. You were desperate for some sort of affection, some sort of love that barely gave.

"Who loves you, doll?" Hoodie asked.

"You..."

"And who do you belong to?"

"You..."

"Good girl/boy."

You watched as Hoodir pulled out his camera and snapped multiple pictures of you. All you could do was cry and hold onto him tighter.

"Come on doll, let us see your cute little body..."

"No... please..."

"I'm not asking you again."

When you looked up you saw Hoodie's mask gone and saw his face. He had a evil glint in his eyes. Despite what you mind told you, you sat up and uncovered your body. You moved your hands to the side and opened your legs, much to Hoodie's amusement.

"Good Girl/Boy," Hoodie said, before snapping more picture of you.

You didn't know why Hoodie wanted so many picture of you. Maybe it was for blackmail or for his disgusting fantasies.

Hoodie then picked you up and brought you to the bathroom before sitting you down in the tub.

"I'll be back, don't move or do anything funny unless you want to be punished again. Got it?"

"Yes sir..."

You waited in the tub for awhile before the door opened.

"Hi, Y/N~ How are you doing?" Toby asked as he walked in.

Toby goggles were off but he still had his mask on, so you couldn't see if he was smiling or not.

"Please...not now..."

"Come on, don't *FUCK* be like that."

Toby stepped into the tub and pinned you to shower walls, ignoring the fact there was no water in the tub yet.

"Are you still *WOW* mad at me?"

You just stared at him, you could feel yourself start to hyperventilate. You watched as Toby's face slowly dropped.

"Fuck...look I'm sorry ok! It was an accident. I didn't mean to go that far... I thought you'd be able to handle it..."

When you didn't reply, Toby's anger and desperation started to grow even more.

"Say something! I can cut your legs off right now you know? You won't be able walk or run away from me...Fuck... I wish it could be reality... You...so helpless. I could do anything to you and you wouldn't be able to stop me...Your moans... your screams..."

Toby began to tighten his grip on your arms as he felt his smile grow wider. You could see the lust and sadism in his eyes. As he slowly leaned in closer to you, a voice caused him to freeze.

"Get out Tobias," Hoodie said, as he walked in with a towel and body wash.

Toby's eye twitched before he groaned, pushing you into the wall before standing up and leave, grumbling about how bitchy Hoodie was.

"I-"

"Shut up."

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"I told you to kill the guy but no you just had to torture him!" Toby yelled.

"You're acting as if you never did that before. Out of the three of us, you're the most fucking sadistic and one who loses control the fastest, clock boy."

"Why you fucking-" Toby said before pouncing onto Masky.

You were curled up in the corner as you watched Toby and Masky fight. Hoodie just watched as the TV played in the background.

"Can you two not be so loud?" Hoodie asked, letting out a sigh.

"Can you *FUCK* suck my dick?"

"That's what Y/N's for," Hoodie said as he rolled his eyes before turning his attention to you in the corner.

You were wearing nothing but the collar Masky gave you. The words "Bitch" written on it. Since the cabin you guys were staying in for a mission had no heating, it was extremely cold, and you had to pay the price of that.

"B-Brain..." You whispered.

"What?"

"I-I'm cold..."

"Well, that's your problem. You're the one who tried to destroy my camera, you're lucky this is your punishment. I wanted to break you fingers but Toby bitched about it. Horny bastard."

"You're such *WOW* a dick to me! I'd slit your throat if I fucking could..." Toby yelled as he pulled at his hair.

"What is that going to do? Make your sister come back?"

Before Masky could say another word, Toby threw on his hatchets at him and Masky only didn't get hit because he dodged in time.

"Fucking hell," Masky said.

Toby was the most unstable one of the three, you knew this. You thought it was Masky when you first got here, but now you knew after being stuck with them for nearly a decade. Toby was the most mentally unstable and unpredictable one. Masky was the most violent yet depressed. And Hoodie was the most manipulative. You hated all of them equally, however. They've each harmed you beyond repair, either physically or mentally. It's been so long since you got captured however, you find it impossible to remember what your family and friends look like, or what you even looked like before. Now you body was covered of scars of all kind. You hated your life, you hated them, but you hated yourself the most.

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As you laid against the wall as your remembered everything, you accpeted the fact you couldn't move, so all you did was cry. Surprisingly, your tears made you feel as if you had some control over your decisions.

As you slowly lost your consciousness, you heard people burst into your room.

"Oh shit! Get them to paramedics, now! Stay with me ma'am/sir."

When you woke up, you were in a hospital room. As you looked out the window you saw the flowers that thrived in the spring weather.

"Miss/Mr. L/N?" A doctor said as they came in.

You felt yourself flinch as you looked at the doctor.

"Hey, you're alright, you're ok. I just wanted to check if you were awake yet."

You only looked at your hands in response.

"The police also would like to speak with you, if your comfortable of course."

"What, happened to me?"

"Well, after running some test, you haven't sustained too many severe injuries. Mild cuts, mild bruises, mild to mediocre burns, and some marks here and there. The most severe thing you had was the tearing of a few vaginal/anal tissue."

You felt uneasy as you heard the last sentence, it pretty much confirmed your suspicious.

"During our exams to find injuries, we also found that you were raped around an hour before we found you, do you remember anything that happened leading up to it or after. "

"I..."

"It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it. Would you like to talk to the police instead?"

You thought about it. You didn't trust anyone. Not your roommate, not the doctor, nobody. But maybe the police could help you, right?

"Ok."

After the doctor left, a few minutes later s police officer walked in. He looked like he was in his late 50's. White hair, glasses and a beard.

"Nice to meet you Miss/Mr. L/n. My name is Lieutenant Frank, I have a few questions for you, is that alright?"

"Yes."

"Ok. You were a psychologist at Gullermary Asylum, correct?"

"...Yes."

"Can you tell me about your patients?"

"I... took care of three... Brian, Tim, and...T-Toby. I don't wanna talk about Toby..."

"It's alright. Do you know what happened at Gullermary Asylum?"

"Not exactly."

"Two patients were able to hack into the security systems and were able to shut it off. They were able to blow up two boilers which caused multiple explosions. You were lucky we found you when we did, the building was minutes away from collapsing."

"Oh..."

"Now, what I'm going to ask is pretty personal, so tell me if you want to awnser or not, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Your doctor told me that you were raped, do you know who did it? Was it a patient of yours, another resident of the Asylum, or just a co-worker? Its ok if you don't remember."

"I-"

You stopped yourself, remembering an image of Toby kissing you as he trapped you in his arms. You could feel the rough touches, the bites, the hickeys, the pain you felt, physically and emotionally. You could hear his moans and mocks, despite the whole experience being a blur.

"Tobias... Rogers... He used me and threw me away like a piece of trash... H-He left me to die," You choked out, tears falling from your cheeks as you hugged you knees.

The officer watched in silence as you cried, gently rubbing your back as you cried and shaked.

"I'm grateful for your help, Miss/Mr. L/N. Once you're discharge you'll be going into witness protection. We'll give you a new name and relocate you. It's far too dangerous for you to stay here, especially with those monsters running around."

"O-Ok..."

Lieutenant Frank took a bow before walking out, leaving you alone in your room. You watched as the sun began to set and the halls get quieter. Nursds came in to check your vitals and if any of your injured got worse.

Before you went to sleep though, you looked out your window and saw something that made you freeze. The same tall creature you saw a week or so ago was standing in the garden looking directly at you. You felt your mind get fuzzy and all you heard was static. You felt blood drip from your nose the longer you looked. You couldn't take your eyes off it, you were stuck in a trance.

"What is that..." You whispered, before covering your ears as the static became unbearable.

You felt blood drip from your nose and ears, the pain was nothing that you've felt before. Suddenly, the monster disapeared and so did the static. Being too exhausted to stay awake, your eyes closed and you body went limp.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw flowers and a note on your bed side. Was it from Fern? Miss. Gullermary? You weren't sure so you picked up the note and set the flowers on your lap.

"Dear Y/N,

See you soon, Tight Bitch.

-MHT."

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After you were discharged from the hospital, you were moved to the city. The police department had paid the rent for your apartment for a year, so you could get a job and start making money to put towards other things.

One day you got out of work pretty late and now had to walk down the city streets at night. When you walked past an alleyway, you heard a woman screaming. When you turned to look, you saw man shoot a naked woman in the head, her brains spilling.

You froze before backing away, the action triggering you to remember a long forgotten memory.

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You had tried to escape again, it was a common a occurrence and they were starting to have less fun with chasing you and started to get more annoyed. So, Hoodie came up with the idea to force you help Masky sort the files of all of Proxies victims. Didn't sound so bad, right? Wrong! The moment you opened the first file you threw up. It was pictures of a dismembered man with his stomach ripped open and his tongue was ripped out.

"Stop crying, it's not even that bad," Masky said as you sat on the couch of his office, tears rolling down your face and your hands shook as photographs were scattered all over the room. Seeing you in fear made Masky smirk.

Before hand, their punishments for your behavior in the beginning weren't that bad. It ranged from not eating for a few weeks to having to sleep in the middle of the woods with Smile Dog watching your every move. But now that they've had you for a while now, their mental states worse and as they fell deeper into the hands of insanity, they became a lot worse.

Toby began to force you to torture people, and if you hesitated or tried to convince him to not make you do it, he would slap you and pull at you hair, spitting in your face and yelling at you to fucking do it if you didn't want to be chained to the basement and be fucked like a whore til the day you stopped moving. It was empty threats that worked. Everytime he told you that you succumbed to his will. The amount of blood you had on your hands made you feel sick of yourself. You were just as bad as them. You let them fuck you, you allowed them to force you to kill people for their own sick amusement, and you've lost all your dignity just to be their pet. You hated it, you hated them.

Hoodie's punishments were the worse. Toby punished you often because of his delusions, his short temper, his declining state of mind and his hallucinations causing him to believe you did something you didn't do. Masky punished for anything. He punished you for fun, you making him mad or you just minding you business, he'll find anyway to hurt you.

Hoodie doesn't get that mad that often because he has better control over his emotions than Toby and Masky, but not by that much. When you pissed Hoodie off, he'd make sure you went through hell. He forces you to murder people and he'd record the entire thing, saying you're just like them and how excited he was to show this to your family and friends if you pulled your bullshit again.

He's recorded Masky or himself raping you on multiple accessions and forces you to rewatch it. He'll force your eyes open just so see every part of the video, even if you break down he'll turn the volume up and say how much of a whore you are. He loves seeing you suffer, he'll only stop if you beg for him to turn it off. This begging consisted of sucking him off for as long as he wanted without stopping.

He's gotten so mad once he shot you in the leg, twice. You lost a lot of blood and he didn't care one bit as EJ treated your wounds.

He's forced you to fuck a man dying from the wounds he caused, and he also recorded it. He knows how much you hated it, how much you cried and begged him to let you stop. The sadness in your eyes made him want to hurt you even more.

The thing is, normally Hoodie wasn't this sadistic, but when he was mad it was way different.

He still has the recording to this day, and he can't wait to show you all the memories you shared.

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Since you were having an episode, you fail to realize the fact you were walking into the road, that was until a figure grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the street as a car drove by.

When you looked at the figure, you saw a man that looked strangly familiar.

"Pay attention to the road, are you trying to get killed?" The man asked.

"Sorry! I just wasn't paying attention..."

"I can see that. Be careful, you never know what's hiding in the streets," The man said, before walking off. As you continued to walk, the smell of cigarettes started to make you gag. You saw at the end of the sidewalk there was man smoking a cigarette while sitting on the floor. You would normally ignore stuff like that, but he was right Infront of your apartment complex.

So, as you got closer you got to see more of the man. He had short brown head, sideburns, bags under his eyes and he seemed to look like he was in his 30's. As you looked at him more you noticed he seemed to have been crying. Dried tear streaks and bloodshot eyes. As he smoked his leg bounced up and down before he ran his hand through his hair and buried his head in his legs.

As you walked past him, you look down and noticed a mask that made you feeeze. It was Tim's mask.

You stopped walking and stared at the mask. Your mind telling you to run, to get away, but your body didn't follow. The man looked up at you annoyed the longer you stared.

"What the fuck are you looking-"

Suddenly, Tim froze. His face twitching into a sinister grin before he stood up.

"Well, that was way easier than I thought..."

Your flight or flight response suddenly came into affect and you punched Tim in the face.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

Wait. That wasn't Tim's voice. Or anybody's voice you knew. Looking up, you saw random blonde man with a cigarette in the floor next to him.

"Are you crazy?!"

"I-I... I'm so sorry!"

The man rubbed his jaw before muttering "Crazy bitch."

What was happening to you. You had hallucinations before but never like this. When you got into your apartment, you emotional support dog, Fuzzy, was sitting in his bed. Your therapist had told you to consider getting one for extra emotional support and you glad you did.

"Hey Fuzzy, how are you?" You asked ask you sat Infront of them.

Fuzzy got up and started to run circles around you while whimpering and barking.

"Aww, it's ok boy," you said as you picked him up.

You walked into your room with Fuzzy in your hands before setting him down on your bed and changing into pajamas. While you brushing your teeth, you looked out your bathroom window and saw somebody walking down the street as they dragged a body in their hand. You spat out the toothpaste and closed your curtains, not wanting to see anymore. Sometimes you regretted living in the city, especially with how dangerous your area was, but it provided a good job and free health care for you, so you weren't complaining too much.

As you sat down on your bed, Fuzzy laid in your lap as your turned on your TV to watch a show you were watching. Half-way through you started to get hungry, so you picked up Fuzzy and the two of you walked to the kitchen. When you opened the fridge, you didn't see anything besides juice and some vegetables.

"I need to go grocery shopping soon. Do we at least have popcorn?" You asked Fuzzy, who barked in response.

As you opened the the cabinets, you felt something, no, someone, behind you. You tried to ignore it but it becomes to much to just ignore. When you turned around you saw nothing. You kept all the lights in your house on at all times. You were terrified of the dark. You were terrified of the idea of somebody hiding in it and you not even knowing.

As you waited for the microwave to make your popcorn, you scrolled on your phone as Fuzzy laid in your lap. As you scrolled on your phone you saw that on your calendar you had as therapy session with your therapist tomorrow.

You made a mental note to tell her about the hallucinations you've been having and you hoped that she would be able to help you.

"How about we go on a walk tomorrow, Fuzzy." You said as you grabbed your popcorn.

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Toby sat in his room as he stared at the floor, his goggles and mask laying next to him along side his hoodie. His hands were bandaged after they got injured after he left the Asylum.

"Y/N..."

Toby looked at a picture he had of you from years ago. It was you tied up, hair messy, clothes torn and your head was bleeding from Toby slamming your head against the floor in a blind rage.

"I'll find you... When I do *KOO KOO*we'll be together again... I want your blood to splatter, I want to fuck you while you're *BIRDIE* screaming for me to never stop... Heh... I'll hurt you so fucking bad for leaving me alone..." Toby said as his face was flushed with a rosey red, him licking his hand as his other hand with the one with your picture slowly descended to his sweatpants.

"F-Fuck~... Just like that..."

After an hour passed, Toby fell back onto his bed with his eyes and legs twitching, his arm covering his eyes as he took his hand out of his pants. Your photo was ripped and was covered his fluid, along with his hand.

"I miss you..." Toby said pathetically before sitting up and grabbing his hatchets and his mask, going out to let off some more steam.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked as he looked on his camera roll.

"Out," Toby said, before slamming the door shut, causing Brian to just shrug.

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"Good Evening, Y/N. How are you doing?" Your therapist asked as you sat down in a chair.

"I'm doing ok."

"Hmm, ok. First things first, how are the pills I gave you treating you. Are you getting better, worse or has nothing changed?"

"I think worse."

"How so?"

"Well... I've been having hallucinations recently. I thought I saw... someone... when I was walking home. It felt so real... His voice, the cigarettes, his face, everything. I got scared and punched him but, it wasn't him... It was some random guy."

"Alright. I'll heighten your dose and change your meds. When you said someone, would you mind telling me who?"

You looked to the side as your leg bounced, debating whether to talk or not.

"One of the guys I was with... he... I don't wanna talk about it."

"No no, it's alright. A good way of opening up about this might be just talking to yourself about or writing it down. Try talking to your close friends about it or someone you trust. Work at your own speed, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Alright. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Uhh... yeah actually. Do you know anything about the patients who escaped Gullermary Asylum. I've just been, really paranoid lately. I'm scared they're gonna come back for me. To kill me..."

"No, I haven't. Last time heard, the police are looking for them still."

"Ok..."

"Alright. I'll see you in... hmmm, two week. Here's your prescription and make sure to go to the pharmacy to get them, alright?"

"Yeah, see you later Miss. Berry."

As you walked to the pharmacy that wasn't too far from the clinic, you felt eyes on you. When you looked around, you saw nothing. Once you got into the pharmacy, you walked to medical section and gave them what prescription you needed.

"Can I have what's on this paper, please?"

"No," The pharmacist said.

"What? Are you guys out of stock?"

"No."

"Then can I have it?"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you don't need it."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"YES I DO! STOP TELLING ME WHAT I DO AND DON'T NEED!" You yelled, slamming you fist at the counter.

"Are you OK, Ma'am/Sir?"

Looking to the right, you saw a pharmacists standing the to the other cubicle, when you looked in front of you, the pharmacist you were talking to wasn't there.

'What...but she-"

"What happened?"

"I was just talking to a pharmacist."

"Nobody was there, Ma'am/Sir. Let me get you're medication," The pharmacist said, taking the paper.

As the lady went to go get your medicine, you stood there trying to comprehend what just happened. Before you started working at Gullermary Asylum, you don't remember getting hallucinations, but now it feels like a common thing.

"Here you go, have a good day," The pharmacist said as they handed you a bag.

You just nodded your head before rushing out of the pharmacy. As you walked down the street, you tried to appreciate the look of the city. You saw food benders, musicians, people walking around, traffic, and a lot of trash. It made you feel a sense of normalcy, something you haven't for a long time. Now, all you wanted to do was sit in bed with Fuzzy and watch whatever was on Netflix or YouTube.

Once you got to your apartment complex, you opened the door, and there you saw Fuzzy wagging his tail from side to he barked at you.

"Hey Fuzzy," You said as you crouched down to put him.

As Fuzzy licked your face, you laughed before picking him up and closing the door behind you, making sure to lock it.

"What do you wanna do now, Fuzzy?" You asked as set the bag on the table and sat down the couch, setting Fuzzy on your lap.

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"Toby!" Hoodie yelled from downstairs, earning a groan for Toby as he stopped sharpening his hatchets.

He had just gotten back from killing a few campers, and all he wanted to do was clean himself up and go to sleep. He was still covered in blood, afterall.

"What?" Toby asked as he walked downstairs

"The bosses gave us a job."

Hoodie was laying on the couch as Masky smoked a cigarette near the door.

"What i-ss it?"

"They want us to kidnap some girl a city 2 or 3 hours away from here and hold her as ransome. Apparently, she's important to some guy who owes the boss some shit, and hasn't given it yet."

"So w-when we leaving?"

"Maybe in two days, me and Tim got to stock up on some shit tomorrow."

"Alright," Toby said before heading back up stairs.

"Oh yeah... Toby, has been gotten any luck."

Toby paused before checking his phone. No text from Ben since the escape from Gullermary Asylum.

"No."

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You woke up groaning on your couch, Fuzzy cuddled up next to you. When you checked the time, you that it was 9 AM, you had an hour to get ready for work.

"Oh shit!" You yelled as you jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom, causing Fuzzy to jump off the couch and look at you confused.

After you took a quick shower, did you hair and changed into your batista uniform, you ran out of the door, not forgetting to put water and food into Fuzzy's bowls.

"Shit shit shit," you muttered as you ran down the city streets, constantly checking your watch.

You wished that you had more money to get another car. The car you had when you were still a psychiatrist was stolen, and you've been mostly focusing on bills.

As you opened the door to the Cafe you worked at, you clocked in and took a sigh of relief when you saw you just barely made it on time.

"Hey Y/N," Your co-worker Victoria as she made a latte next t o you.

"Hey Vic," You responded, catching your breath.

"How was the therapy sesh?"

"It was, alright. I got prescribed new meds tho."

"Why?" Victoria asked, handing the latte to the waiting customer.

"I started to get really bad hallucinations...I even punched a guy who looked like one of my old patients, and talked to an imaginary pharmacist," You said before reading a note that hung on a wire, reading an order of a Columbian Coffee with creamer.

"Damn, that gotta suck."

"Yeah..."

"When's your next sesh?" Victoria asked before going to take a customer's order.

"I got seshes twice a week, so on Wednesday."

"Alright."

After a few hours of the two of you working, you both decided to go on break. Since you forgot to pack food, and Victoria didn't want to eat the food at the Cafe, you both decided to get food at McDonald's.

"So, you trying to hang out at my place tonight?" Victoria asked as she ate her chicken nuggets.

"I don't know. I don't like leaving Fuzzy alone at night... I don't know if they will hurt him..."

"Oh, alright. Well, it was worth a shot. You should go out more, you know, make more friends."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Why?"

"I don't know what psychopaths are out there. You're lucky I even talked to you."

"Ouch."

"You know I didn't mean it like that."

"When does your shift end anyway?"

"At 6, so I got 2 hours left and then I'm out."

"Lucky, mine ends at 11, boss made me take overtime."

"Sucks to suck."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

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When you got home, Fuzzy was sleeping in front of the door, waiting for you. You picked him up and walked to your room, sitting on the couch.

"I don't know what I'll do without you, Fuzzy," You said as you hugged him tight.

As you slowly fell asleep, a dream crept upon you, or should I say nightmare.

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The dream started with you in a room oddly familiar. Hatchets hanging on the wall, blood stains on the floor, and a figure standing at the door.

It was a black figure, but you could see the outlines of a t-shirt, sweatpants and messy medium length hair.

As you looked down, you realized you were on a bed wearing lingerie, but you couldn't ignore the bandages on you wrist, stomach and thighs, and the fact your hands were cuffed.

"You're fine, you're fine, you're fine... Calm down [REDACTED] , you're fine," The figure said as it walked to a desk, sitting down and bringing it's hands to it's head.

"Y-Your fine...your...fine...fine...fine fine fine fine fine!"

The figures voice began to shake as it broke into manic laughter, but you could sense that it was crying.

You accidentally moved your body, causing the figure to rapidly turn around.

"You..."

You stared with fear as the figure twitched.

"You're making fun of me, right?! RIGHT!? The crazy, retarded, [REDACTED]...I'm a freak aren't I?! Even you see as that, don't you..."

The figure slowly stood up and walked towards you, causing you to crawl backwards.

"I'm to blame for what happened to Lyra, right dad? You're retarded son couldn't save your sweet, perfect daughter, right? Right?!"

Before you knew it, you were pinned to the bed as hands gripped at your throat, cutting you air supply.

"Heh...haha. HAHAAHAHHHHAHAHA, DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH! DIE DIE DIE DIE!"

"Stop...please..."

Your pleases went through deaf ears. Suddenly, a hatch magically appeared in the figures hand as it raised above it's head."

"Stop. STOP!"

The hatchet rushes down.

"TOBY STOP!"

The hatchet stopped right above your head, causing the figure to freeze.

"Stop, please Toby... Stop..."

"Toby..." The figure whispered.

Suddenly, the figure turned into a terrific Toby as his eyes shook.

"No... No no no, shit!" Toby said in a panic as he got off you.

Toby suddenly hugged you as he rambled an apology. You only shook under his grip, anxiety and paranoia filling you up.

"I almost k-killed you... if you didn't yell I would've... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

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You jumped up in a sense of confusion and fear. The nightmare caused you to be in a cold sweat, and all you wanted to do was hide.

When you looked at your clock, you saw that it was 6 AM, and you had 3 hours before your shift.

You took you meds and slowly walked to the kitchen to make breakfast, Fuzzy following after.

As you slowly made you scrambled eggs, you felt the felling of hands wrap around you neck, a hand cover your mouth and an arm wrap around your waist. You tried to ignore the goosebumps and uncomfortable feeling before it all became over whelming. You slowly slide onto the floor and broke down. Fuzzy walked over to you and forced his way between your arms. Your hands gripped the counter as you cried, you felt your chest compress and it became harder and harder to breathe as you did. Fuzzy licked your tears in an attempt of comfort, and it was slowly working.

"Why...Why me?! Was I easy!? Was I fucking stupid?! Why, why me?!"

Fuzzy's whimpers brought you back to reality. You hugged him and you silently cried. You don't know how much time passed, but you cries stopped when you heard your phone ring.

"H-Hello?"

"WHERE ARE YOU?! ITS 11," Victorn yelled on the phone.

"I-I don't think I can go today..."

"What? Why? You ok?"

You suddenly broke down again.

"No..." You said between cries.

"Shit... I'll come over to your place in a bit, alright? Just, stay there," Victoria said before hanging up.

After what felt like forever, your front door opened. You flinched before you remembered you gave Victoria keys to your apartment.

"What happened? Talk to me," Victoria said, sitting down in front of you.

"Was I easy...Is that why they took me... It's all my fault isn't it?"

"Don't start with that bullshit. It wasn't your fault, you're stupid if you think that, and I know you ain't. Those motherfuckers are sick in the head, that's why they took you, it wasn't your fault, and it never was."

"But out everyone out there, why me?"

"I don't know. Sometimes people do bad things because they felt like it. Maybe they saw you and went 'hey, let's take her.' It could've been purely out of impulse. But at the end of the day, your not to blame, so don't ever think you were."

"But...ok."

"Great! I'll tell boss your sick, really sick. Enjoy your day off. Go out, walk in the park, staying in here won't do you any justice. Maybe take Fuzzy with you."

"Ok..."

"See you later."

"Later."

After an hour passed, you decided to take Victoria's advice and go to the park. You took a shower, did your hair, gave Fuzzy his food and water before putting him on his leash, and headed out.

As you walked Fuzzy to the park, you tried to appreciate and admire the trees and flowers you walked past. You decided to go to one of the more popular parts in the city, you remember Victoria telling you that a jazz band would play here from time to time, and you hoped today was one of those days.

When you got to the park, you heard jazz, the singer singing a song by Ray Charles, kids playing Frisbee, mothers gossiping, an old couple having a picnic, and dogs chasing one another. It felt like something straight out of a movie.

Suddenly, Fuzzy started to pull at his leash, trying to chase the other dogs.

"Alrighr, just make sure to come back to me," You said, before unhooking the leash.

Fuzzy ran as fast as he could and gave chase. You decided to take a walk in the park, enjoying the jazz band before throwing them some change in a guitar case that was full of cash, and then made your way to the beautiful fountain in the middle of it all. You sat on one of the benches in front of the fountain and admired it's beauty. You took some deep breaths before closing your eyes, it felt really peaceful.

"Mind if I sit here?"

You slowly opened your eyes and saw a man standing next to you. You blushed because you found him rather cute, but couldn't ignore the blackness of his eyes. Maybe he just had really hard-core makeup.

"Uh, sure."

The man sat down and pulled down his hood, revealing his short, wavy brown hair.

"What brings you here? I come here often, but I've never seen you before."

"Oh, just to clear my head."

"Understandable."

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Jack, but my friends call me EJ."

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you Jack."

You turned you gaze to watch the ducks that found their way from a pond nearby waddle towards you. However, you failed to noticed the man take a picture of you and send it to someone before following after you.

"I haven't seen ducks in forever! Back where I used to live, ducks would be everywhere. I didn't expect them to be in the city."

"The city is full of surprises afterall."

You two watched as the ducks waddlee around, but you flinched when you heard a loud splash from the fountain. You felt as Jack, or EJ, grabbed you out reflex. The two of you stared at eachother, but at the angle you were at now, you realized that this man didn't have eyes at all, just empty sockets. You felt goosebumps form on your arms and legs, now that you look at him, you swore you've met him before.

"Sorry, reflex," Jack said, letting go.

"No, it's alright. I, uh, I gotta go."

"Alright, see you around Y/N."

You walked with pace, taking Fuzzy from his little dog chase and placed him on his leash before walking home.

When you got home, you gave Fuzzy a refill on his food before starting dinner.

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"This the chick?" Ben texted.

"Yeah."

"Well lucky them, they're heading over to the city ur in in like. 2 day? Makes my job easier."

"K."

"Love you😘"

EJ read.

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After you ate dinner, you decided to go to sleep earlier today. Maybe it was the stress, but you were more tired than usual. The moment your head hit the pillow you were fast asleep. Fuzzy used his mouth to cover you with a blanket, before curling up next to you. Just like the night before, another dream crept upon you.

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"Got dammit! Where is she?" You yelled, crossing your arms as you stood outside of a popular club.

You were wearing a normal club outfit, and when you looked down at you phone, you the message you sent to your friend.

"Where are you? I'm trying to go home." You sent, only minutes prior.

You knew it was a bad idea to go to the club with Isaiah and Fern, they probably partying the night away, already forgetting about you.

"They were my ride too... I don't got enough money for an Uber either."

You let out a groan before sitting on the floor, hoping that Fern would see your text soon.

"Well, what's the matter with you?"

You looked up and saw a man sitting on a motorcycle next to you. He had short brown hair, a leather jacket, and a smug grin on his face. You couldn't ignore how handsome he was.

"What do you want?"

"I heard you complaining about a ride, you need one?"

"As if."

"Ouch," The man said, put his hand on his chest in fake pain.

"Why should I trust you?"

"It's either I take you home, or some group of gangsters take you away, your pick."

Thinking about it, you were in the nasty part of town, gang activity was high.

"You sure you're not some serial killer?"

"Nah. Now you coming on or what?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

You lazily stood up and sat behind the man on his motorcycle.

"I'd hold on if I were you."

Before you knew it, the two of you were on the road.

"Where you live anyway?"

"16th on Flowerbloom. I live in the complex."

"Ight."

"What's your name anyway, motorcycle guy?"

"[REDACTED]."

"I'm Y/N."

"Didn't ask. Nah, I'm just playing."

You let out a chuckle as you pulled up to your apartment complex.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Now problem. But hey, you're pretty cute, mind if I get your number. Just on case you need anymore rides."

You thought about it. He was looking at you wutha flirtous look and you couldn't ignore the heat that formed on your face.

"Uh... sure. Here."

After the two of you exchanged numbers, your dream glitches. Next thing you knew, you were in a cafe, with [REDACTED] sitting next to you.

"This was a really nice date, I'm surprised you aren't dating anyone," You said as [REDACTED] took a sip of his coffee.

"Well, maybe I was waiting for a little girl/boy like you to catch my attention."

"Heh, you're an idiot."

"I could be your idiot~"

You turned away as you face heated up. [REDACTED] smirked at you before gently moving your head to look at him. Next thing you knee, he kissed you. You were so surprised and flustered, you allowed [REDACTED] to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, slipping in a tiny tablet before pulling away. You subconsciously swalled the tablet, being too lovestricken to notice.

"You wanna head over to my place?"

"S-Sure," You said, still in shock.

[REDACTED] took you hand as the two of you walked outside of the Cafe, but with every step you took, you felt your self get weaker and weaker. But the time the two of you were a few feet from the Cafe, you passed out.

When you woke up, you were in the back of some van. Your arms and legs were tied, you mouth was taped shut, and you were left only in your underwear.

You rapidly looked around and saw a black figure driving the care, it looked similar to the figure from last night.

You began to let out muffled screams, causing the van to park somewhere and stop. The figure then began to walk up, you could are the outline of a camera in its hand.

"Aw, my little girl/boy is awake. You scared?"

The tone of the figure was laced with pity and mockery. The figure untied the ropes on your legs before standing between them, making you unable to close them.

"We're going to have a little photos hoot, alright? Can you be a good girl/boy and do that for me, or are you going to be a bitch..."

After you heard the words 'Good Girl/Boy,' and 'Bitch,' the figure filled in to be a Hoodied figure with a frowning face, and a bright yellow hoodie. You began shaking your head, kicking your legs and letting out muffled screams.

"So you're gonna be a bitch... Well, I don't mind, it's been a while since I've had some fun.

The hoodied man sat between your legs and leaned in close to your face, gripping your thighs so hard that it drawed blood. He then ripped the tape off your lips.

"One, or two?"

"W-What?"

"You heard me."

"Uh... 2?"

The hoodied figure set the camera to red, implying it was filming, before setting it next to the two of you, it was at a perfect shot so it could capture both of your bodies. The hoodied figure then flipped you over onto you stomach and pulled at your hair.

"You're gonna wish you were dead once I'm done, and then you're gonna watch, ok?"

You knew what was going to happen. You heard the sound of a zipper unzipping and the sound of your underwear ripping..

You screamed as you felt his dick push into you, you could feel the blood drip.

"STOP! STOP! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!"

You don't know how much time passed, but you gave up on fighting back after you felt him cum for the 5th time.

"I'll stop if you say Hoodie don't stop," The hoodied figure whispered into your ear, before bitting your neck.

"Hoodie, don't....stop..."

"Louder."

"Hoodie, don't stop!"

"Louder."

"HOODIE DON'T STOP!"

Hoodie pulled at your hair and shoved his fingers down your throat, chuckling as tears rolled down your eyes.

"Idiot."

After what felt like an hour, you felt him pull out of you. You were tied, so tired. You just wanted to curl up and hide.

"What? You told me not to stop, so I didn't. I would've stopped if you didn't say anything you know. "

You felt your world shatter. It was your fault.

Hoodie grabbed his camera and stopped the recording. You then began to heard click, after click, after click.

"Ass up."

You were so tired, and your body hurt so bad. You didn't want to move.

"You wanna go another round?'

You lazily shake your head.

"Then ass. Up."

You raised your ass as you heard more clicks. Eventually your legs out out and you collapsed, the ropes on your arms digging into your skin. Hoodie then flipped you onto your back and untied the ropes. Your arms laid limply next to you as Hoodie forced your legs open. A took a few more pictures and before taking a picture of your face.

"You were such a good gril/boy for me," Hoodie said, pulling you into his chest.

He rubbed your back and lifted his mask to kiss you gently. Through your lidded eyes, you realized it was [REDACTED]. You felt your heart sink.

"If you continue to be a good girl/boy for me, I won't post this everywhere on internet and send this to your friends and family, ok?"

"O...k..."

"You're such a cutie... I can't wait to fuck you up..."

You just blinked, slowly falling asleep. Suddenly, a slap hit your face.

"You thought we were done? We're going to watch your little video, and if the slightest thing isn't right, we're doing it all. Over. Again."

You glanced up at his face. You saw a massive, sadistic grin with sadism and joy in his eyes.

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You woke up feeling numb. No sadness, no fear, just numb.

The dream was so graphic, so real. You didn't even bother getting out of bed, you just closed your eyes and went back to sleep.

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Hoodie looked through his camera roll. He had gotten bored and wanted to reminisce while Masky was looking for the shit needed in the store.

Suddenly he paused when he saw the longest video on his camera roll. It was from the first day he took you. The footage length was 3 hours, 45 minutes, and 27 seconds.

"I almost passed out after that fuck," Hoodie whispered to himself with boredom.

One thing he remembered from that day wasn't your cries or screams, but it was how much he didn't want it to stop. Out of all the times he fucked yiu, that was definitely his favorite.

"What a shame we left them to die... They were my favorite."

"Buzzzz. Buzzz. Buzz."

"Hello?" Hoodie said as he answered his phone.

"We found her!" Ben yelled through the phone.

"Really?"

"Yeah! And they're in the city you guys got a job in! I mean, if you don't want them, I'll take them."

"Hah. No."

"Awwwww man... Anyways! Good luck!"

"What was that about?" Masky asked as he enter the passenger's seat.

"Ben found them. You wanna leave today?"

"Fuck yeah!"

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When you woke up, Fuzzy was whimpering at you. When you checked your phone, you realized you slept through the entire day. Yiu had your therapist appointment in an hour, so you might as well get ready.

After showering and feeling Fuzzy a lot of food and water since he didn't eat for an entire day, you started your walk to your therapy center. But, when you got there, police were everywhere.

"No... not today, please not today!"

You tapped one of the police officers to ask him what happened.

"Step away, Ma'am/Sir. We are in the middle of a crime scene investigation."

"What happened?! I have a session today."

"Well, a few of the staff were murdered, and one therapist is missing."

"What..."

You stood there as you felt your world slow down.

"Which one?! Is it Abigail Berry?! Please, please tell me!"

The officers silence was all you needed. You began to hyperventilate before running away. You then called Victoria.

"He-"

"Victoria. Go to my place and take Fuzzy. Take care of him from now on for me."

"What? What's happening?"

"They found me."

Before Victoria could say another word, you hung up.

You just ran after that. You ran without stopping. You trusted Victoria to take care of Fuzzy, he was the whole reason you were still alive, and you wanted to make sure that he would still be safe, even after you were gone.

You eventually fell to the ground and took some deep breaths on the floor. You were on the side of a highway, and surrounding it was the forest.

After you stood up, and limply walked. You were so fatigued.

Suddenly, hand covered your mouth with a cloth. You began to kick and throw your arms around as the person strengthened their grip.

"Shhhh."

Masky. Without a shadow of a doubt.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

That was the last thing you heard before your world faded to black.

Masky picked you up and ran to the van, getting into the passenger's seat before throwing you in the back with Toby and Abagail Berry, your therapist.

"What's happening?" A lady in a car asked the man who yelled.

"Call the cops! The people in that van just kidnapped a girl!"

"Drive," Masky said, Hoodie speeding off on response.

"Woo-hoo! Two hits in one day. Way to be undetected Tim," Toby said as he held your body.

"Shut up. If the cops chase us, you know what to do."

Abigail as muffiling words as she stared at your unconscious body.

"Shut up, bitch. You only here *CHOO CHOO* for Ransome, once we get it your ass *TITTIES* is dead, and our little doll here is gonna kill *CLICK* ya, as punishment for leaving *LEAVING *us in the first place."

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"BREAKING NEWS! On 16 WH highway, the police are giving chase! London, please switch the the helicopter view.

Victoria watched the news report as Fuzzy whimpered.

"According to eye witnesses, a white van is suspected of holding 29 year old, Y/N L/N, and 35 year old, Abigail Berry. Earlier today, Abigail was announced missing after a massacre took place at Trauma Healing Center. And Y/N was seen knocked and dragged into the white van not too long after on the 16 WH highway. The police are telling everyone to stay off the roads for their own safety! This Andrew Will at 68 news, signign out."

Victoria turned the TV off and hugged Fuzzy as Fuzzy howled.

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"There's a lot of them *FUCK YOU*," Toby said as he looked out the windows. "Should we stop and take them all together?"

"Nah. You wanna make up for fucking up earlier, which caused us to get sent to the Asylum and for Y/N to go missing in the first place?! Then you take care of it," Masky said. "You're fast enough to catch to the care. Be quick."

Toby let out a groan before opening the back doors of the van, hatchets in hand.

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"Andrew Will back on 68 news! It seems as if the situation has escalated! London, go to the live feed!"

"It seems as if one of the perpetrators has jumped out of the van! We have identified him as Tobias Erin Rogers, one of Americas most wanted! And he's welding...hatchets."

The news reporter went silent as screams, guns and laughter echoed in the background.

"...London...get off the live feed..."

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rubyafton · 10 months

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Behold! A rare sight of happy Toby!

Ain't he precious?

#creepypasta #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby creepypasta #ticcy toby #ticci toby #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #jeff the killer x reader #jeffery woods #jeff the killer #ben drowned #slenderman #marble hornets

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mercityart · 2 years

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All art and writing is mine, do not steal. View my art on other socials too. To understand the characters back stories pls view my character design/info charts. https://linktr.ee/Mercitycreeps

Tw: these characters are mentally unwell individuals who don't typically have the means for therapy or medication, they aren't meant to be perfect, and just like so many other ppl they can be toxic and exhibit bad behavior such as self harm, possessiveness and so much more.

TW!!! MENTIONS NSFW AND POSSIBLY DESCRIPTIONS OF SUCH ACTIONS!!! A ❤️ WILL INDICATE IF ITS IN THAT CHARACTERS PART

-----------------------FIRST KISS----------------------

❤️Toby- Now in all honesty it takes a very very long time to get the courage to kiss you, but once he does there's no going back, he is absolutely head over heals. Toby likely won't give you a proper kiss even after having oral sex. He is the type of guy who can fuck your brains out no problem but when it comes down to wholesome things like kissing and hugging he is very nervous.

He's used to constantly moving fast and always doing hard work so the thought of such soft things is very confusing for him. Sure he can enjoy quiet relaxation time, but typically he does this alone without anyone but himself and nature.

You likely don't see sex before hugging or kissing as ideal when entering this relationship, and so you turn down his advances in this regard. He was confused, he just doesn't understand what he's doing 'wrong', so he had came to you for answers.

As you sat on the window seat enjoying a nice cold drink you look up to see Toby standing in the doorway after spotting his large frame in the windows reflection. He stood stiff, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact before finally doing so, chewing on his lip. "Hey hun, you ok?"

Toby sighs and takes a deep breath. "Honestly? Uh, no not really. Um... I think we need to talk." This makes you freeze up.

Oh no. Not those words, not that sentence, that never means anything good. You sit up and give him your full attention in confusion. "Sure babe, I'm sorry, is... Is there anything I can do to help? What's bothering you?"

He walks forward and sits on the opposite side of the window seat, staring out at the cascading water droplets that race down the glass pane. "I don't understand. I keep trying to get intimate with you but you never want to do anything. Is it me? Did I do something?? Am I just reading the room wrong? I don't get it! We never do anything whatsoever. It's like- it's like we're not even a couple."He sighs and rests his forward against the window frame, looking to the side at you for answers.

"I... Toby... You know I love you, I do. Sex, that's not a necessity for a relationship. What if I'm ace? What then? Toby, it's not that I don't want to be intimate with you.. I don't want to have something so intense, so extreme when we never even kiss. Hell, I don't think we even hug! I try to cuddle you and you always get up saying you gotta do something. I've just kinda... Given up on intimacy." You frown and stare down at the seat, not noticing the shadow that looms over you.

"(Y/n)... Look at me." You jolt slightly as Toby's hand lightly places itself under your chin and tilts your head up to look at him. You do just that, staring up at him in confusion and worry, brows knitted together in concern, searching his expression. Toby leans in close, hand cupping your cheek as he observed you, he looked uncomfortable and nervous, uncertainty in his gaze as he leaned in nearly touching your lips when you pull away, placing a hand to his chest.

"You can't just do that to get what you want... I don't want it to mean nothing to you, I don't want it to be a burden..." You stand up, walking away without another word.

Days passed and the weather only got worse, just like your mood. You grew more and more depressed, your heart feeling like it had been shattered a bit. You feel undesirable, unloved, unappreciated, touch starved and lonely.

After the incident Toby has been spending less and less time around you, opting to find any reason at all to stay away. You lay staring at the ceiling, cheeks stained by your tears as you had sobbed, the sound of pouring rain and your music covering up the sounds of your pain.

Suddenly a loud crash reverberated around you after a bright flash, illuminating a figure from your window making you spring up in a panic, only to pause. There Toby stood, a sad look on his face as he was drenched from the storm. You can't help but take a small amount of pity on him and you unlock the window, opening it up for him and turning back to walk to your bed.

Suddenly strong arms wrap around your waist, Toby tugging you to his body as he buries his face in your shoulder. He inhales deeply, relaxing at your scent filled his senses.

"Toby...? What are y-" you are cut off by being turned to face him and his lips are planted gently on your own. The kiss was tender, his lips soft but rough due to the many scars he adorned. Slowly Toby pulls away a little bit, forehead resting against your own.

He was horribly touch starved and desperate for your affection, and he found himself actually enjoying the sweet softness of your touch, the kiss making his heart flutter.

"I've missed you... I.. I can't stay away from you.."

Tim- Tim is often away for work and missions. He is apart of a logging company and often trucks the logs to wherever they are needed, not to mention thanks to his high position within the company he has to attend meetings all over the nation and sometimes outside of the nation.

He prefers trucking as this often helps him with his missions as he's not in one place for long and thus it's hard to link anything back to him.

Tim had been away for almost two whole weeks and you are missing him significantly but you knew that this was necessary for him and the others to live away from people and live as relatively normal and comfortable lives as they could. This doesn't take away from any of the feelings of loneliness you feel though.

As such you sat in your room, knees tucked to your chest you read a sappy novel that had been recommended to you, this only seems to fuel your touch starved mind however. You tear up a bit, but to rid of these feelings you decide to get up and eat a meal on the porch.

You are quick to get dressed in comfortable clothes and order some Chinese take out, it isn't until the order arrives do you realize you ordered not just your usual but also Tims. Instead of wasting it you pay in full and set it on the table beside your own as you prepare to eat. Then there's a knock at the door, did the delivery driver forget something??

You walk over and open the door a smidge only to see the face of none other than a exhausted Tim. Swiftly the door is yanked open fully and Tim is quick to find comfort within your welcoming embrace.

"I've missed you too darlin'.." he sighs in content, burying his face in your shoulder, far too comfortable to remove himself, so he chooses not to, lifting you off the ground to wrap your legs around his waist as he enters the home, closing the door behind himself. Inhaling deeply he chuckles, "Does my nose deceive me or is that sesame chicken I smell?"

Laughing you lightly ruffle his hair, "yeah, I accidentally ordered our usual sooooo," hopping down you lead him to the couch where the food was thankfully still hot. "Eat up handsome, you look starved."

Tim tolls his eyes and tugs you to the couch, rushing to eat, taking a few large bites before relaxing and slowing down. You can't help but laugh at how eager he is, but then you notice him staring at you, his head tilted at a odd angle and looking up at you with the softest gaze you'd ever seen.

Slowly Timothy reaches up, his thumb carresing your cheek gingerly and he leans in close, able to feel his breath dust across your lips as he speaks.

"You are the most gorgeous person I've ever met..." With that he tenderly kisses you, his lips tasting of tobacco and coffee, a bitter mixture but it is oddly nice, and you welcome it.

Brian- You have been at work all day long, it is storming out and here you are, it's nearly midnight, you hadn't eaten anything since breakfast at five in the morning when you came into work at five a.m. a couple of co-workers had walked out and you were made to work overtime and close that night.

You are absolutely exhausted, starving, depressed, stressed and have a horrific migraine and unfortunately your job wouldn't allow you the time to go out to your vehicle to get any medication for it. You honestly just want to get home as quickly as possible and sleep!

Finally as the clock ticked by you finish cleaning up everything and get to clock out. You lock up the place and head out to your vehicle in a hurry, trying to avoid the pelting icy rain drops that pour from the sky, though your effort is fruitless as you end up soaked from head to toe and to make things worse you trip and twist your ankle.

Once making it to your vehicle you rest your head upon the steering wheel, tears welling up in your eyes. You are beyond stressed and don't know how much more you can take before a full blown mental break happens. Lifting your head you inhale deeply, starting up the vehicle and drive home in silence.

Upon parking in the driveway you can only limp painfully into your home, allowing the rain to absolutely drench your shivering form once more.

Inside is quiet, lonely even as you remove your shoes and you trudge your way to the bedroom solemnly. Not even five minutes pass before you hear a knock at the front door so you are given no choice but to turn right back around and answer the door.

There under a red umbrella stands Brian, he seems in a happy and energetic mood but that quickly changes upon gazing at you.

He allows himself to push into the home and closes the door after closing and shaking the umbrella, removing his shoes. Brian places his large hands on your cheeks, staring at you with furrowed brows. "You look..."

"Exhausted? In pain? Hideous?"

"I was going to say stressed but those work too."

He tugs you to him and you can't help but bury your face in his faded yellow hoodie, a quiet whimper escaping your wobbly lips as they quiver, trying not to cry.

"Oh my little flower... Sweetheart... Shhh, it's ok. I'm here, I gotcha, it's ok to cry.." and with that you begin to cry, clutching at the fabric of his hoodie.

Brian holds you for what feels like forever, rubbing your back and whispering words of comfort as your voice sobs out almost incoherent sentences of how shitty your day was. He simply nods along and carries you to your room, making you rest on the sheets as he took out a pair of shorts and removed his hoodie, handing them to you to put on.

He turns away as you change and once done he holds you close once more, laying you down on the bed and then you notice the bag he had been carrying, to which he chuckles and hands you a McDonald's meal and drink. "I assumed you'd be starving so I got us food."

You relax slightly and immediately dig into the fries with a content sigh, stomach growling desperately for the delicious food. Brian can't help but chuckle at this, nuzzling his face into your neck happily. "I knew you'd like it."

You simply hum in response, mouth too full to give much else of a response. Once you eat every last crumb and are fully satisfied Brian simply scrunches of the garbage and puts it in the garbage bin beside your bed and lays back.

Tugging you down with him, his hands tracing along your skin, tickling at your sides lightly before pecking across your face, eliciting a array of giggles and squeals before finally his eyes lock on yours and his lips grow dangerously close to your own.

Searching your gaze for any hesitation or distaste as he pulls you into a sweet yet passionate kiss, his lips are a bit rough but he is so gentle with it, honestly taking your breath away with the amount of love that radiates from him.

Once you two pull apart for air Brian gives you a toothy grin. "Fuck you are so perfect. I love you (y/n)."

Jeff- You and Jeff have been together for a while at this point, cuddling and hugging isn't a uncommon occurrence and you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy his touch. Honestly though you crave more.

You had figured that Jeff would have initiated more long before, afterall, he is Jeff. This doesn't happen though, and you are very confused by this. You have heard stories about how much of a flirt he can be, how many people he's kissed or more, you are a bit jealous.

Jeff and you are cuddling on the couch watching a vampire movie called The Priest when you decide to try and initiate some sort of affection from the man.

At first you are playing with his hair gently, then you are nuzzling at his neck. Jeff only hums happily at these movements and so you kick it up a notch, lightly pecking his neck. This got a reaction from him but not exactly what you expected.

Jeff tensed and sits up with you on top of him, making you sit up. Now you are worried. "Jeff..? Are you ok?" He simply shakes his head, taking a moment to collect himself.

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what..? Kiss your neck?"

"Duh, what else would I be talking about?" Now he is getting agitated and his mood is going downwards so you sit there trying to think of how exactly to explain yourself, should you tell the truth or make something up?

"I... I'm sorry. I just- I dunno.. I really have been wanting your love lately... I keep thinking about what people told me, and- I guess I'm just jealous..." You look away, ashamed and embarrassed, not daring to look at Jeff in that moment.

"Jealous? Of what??" He stares at you in complete and utter confusion, mouth slightly ajar. Is he joking? "You- i- we've been together for a while and we still haven't k kissed! I'm jealous of the people you haaaave kissed..!"

Now this gets quite the reaction from him, eyes wide- erm- wider, and cheeks dusted pink. "You want to kiss me?"

"Uh, duh! I've been trying to kiss you, you friggin-"

he cuts you off and covers your face with his hands. "Jeff? What the heck are you doing?"

"Nothing!" You push his hands out if the way with a bit of a struggle and a little cat fight to find him trying to hide his bright red face, he is embarrassed. "Are you-?"

"No I'm not! You shoosh!" You honestly can't help but laugh a bit, apologizing as you do so, holding your stomach as you laugh far too much. "Yeah yeah, laugh it up."

Eventually you wipe the tears from your eyes and calm down enough. "Sorry, you are too cute." He simply huffs and pouts, crossing his arms before freezing up.

You had leaned down and pressed your lips flush to his own. Slowly but surely he relaxes and leans into it, the kiss heating up a bit. It's intense, passionate and desperate, hands tangling in one another's hair and/or clothes.

Eventually though you two have to break away for air. Panting you stare down at Jeff who's gaze is hazed over a bit, watching you with a gaze full of absolute adoration.

Soon he's tugging you back to himself, "I'm not done with you yet."

Liu- Now surprisingly, Liu is a very jealous person and can be super overprotective at times. You are hanging out with him whilst he does his job doing tattoos and piercings.

You have no problem with their job, in fact you are so happy they have a job he loves. You don't mind that they get to see all sorts of body parts and gets flirted with on a daily basis, just shows that you are with a loyal, accepting, body positive, creative and handsome as hell lover.

You enjoy watching them do his work, seeing him zone into his headspace as they focus in on his work. You currently were helping them set up for their next client, apparently it was someone who was getting their nipples pierced so you were honestly quite excited as you have been contemplating getting your own pierced so watching it get done in person is a good experience to help with the decision.

After setting up you walk over to Liu, wrapping your arms around his waist as you look up at them in endearment. "Hola precioso." He coos, swaying you both slightly. "Hello to you too handsome." Liu smiles at you, hands tracing along your back, hands planted just above your ass as they pull you in closer, leaning in close only to back off and set you to sit on his desk causing you to pout a bit.

Then you hear the bell ring out and Liu goes to greet the client. After a few minutes a woman walks in, and you'd be lying if you said she isn't gorgeous.

She wears leather pants, a baby blue crop top with a Peirce the Veil logo across her chest, and she has a death hawk that is dyed neon pink with white tips. Not to mention of course she has tattoos and piercings adorning a good portion of her body.

"Alright, if you could just take a seat and remove your top I'll be able to get started on you." Liu rolls up a small tray table with the supplies they need, carefully putting on rubber gloves.

The woman removed her top and brallete, waiting patiently for Liu to finish up. Liu is careful with explaining everything he is doing to her, being sure to be as gentle as possible, though she keeps making slightly flirtatious comments back at him.

This typically wouldn't have bothered you however this time it really does, not because she's flirting but because Liu was reciprocating these advances.

You aren't sure what to do and grow antsy as you watch. Liu seems a bit more touchy than usual, though you try and convince yourself that it's your imagination but you can't help but grow jealous and feel hurt by what you are witnessing, feeling like a third wheel, it seems as though they both completely forgot you are in the room.

So you use this to your advantage and simply walk off, taking a bit of a walk around the streets where Liu works. After about an hour you assume the woman was gone and head back to Liu's work, after all, it typically only take anywhere between them to thirty minutes to do piercings and it is time for him to close up shop anyways.

Unfortunately though, you were incorrect as she is still there, leaning over the counter talking to Liu, receipt in hand. Liu is leaning close to her as well and when you walk in, the bell reverberating around you, they look towards you.

The woman is then quick to leave, winking at Liu as she shoves past you. Now you are not a happy camper, glaring at the floor, a growl escaping your throat in irritation, gripping the metal bar of the shelf beside you tightly.

"(Y/n)..?" Snapping back to reality your gaze fixes on Liu as they walk around the counter, grabbing his coat and keys. "What." Your voice is cold and clearly agitated making them stop in their tracks, staring at you. You don't notice though, glaring at the floor, not bothering to pay attention to your surroundings.

That is of course until you are brought back to the real world as Liu presses their lips to your own in a rough kiss. The kiss is deep and a bit heated, desperate almost before he pulls away with a huff.

"You're hot when you're jealous~"

❤️Sully- Now of course you had kissed Liu first, he seems to get the first of everything with you but for Sully that doesn't count for them, he needs to be the one in control of the body for it to count.

They have been trying to kiss you for so long, longer than when you had been kissed by Liu! They are desperate for your affection. He is very much respective in regards to your consent and boundaries, so they never ever do anything without you knowing and agreeing to it first, always asking you verbally for permission only to be rejected.

You of course have been teasing him, leading him on, trying to test their limit.

You and them are on a bit of a date, walking along a forest trail to a spot in the trees Sully enjoys as it's calming for him, and they want to have a romantic picnic with you. So here you two are walking your way down the trail in a comfortable silence. You of course are wanting to screw around a bit and egg him on.

You stop and lean against a tree, glancing back at Sully, a smirk gracing your features before you duck behind the tree, giggling all the while as Sully stiffens in posture and leans around the tree to see you. Y

ou of course dodge away and you two are playing a game of cat and mouse, unbeknownst to Sully you are guiding them to their picnic spot. Eventually you dash out from behind a tree and Sully is quick to trap you in his arms, the two of you collapsing on the soft grass of the small clearing.

He is smirking and you are breathing heavily, squirming beneath him. Sully watches and leans close to you before stopping, hesitating a bit. "Awww, what's wrong big guy~? Don't you want-" you're quickly caught off guard as Sully finally shoves his lips against your own, it's deep, heated and passionate, taking your breath away allowing perfect access for him to shove his tongue into your mouth, bodies entangling as your tongues fight for dominance.

Eventually you two break away, gasping for air greedily. "Don't tease me mi alma~"

Helen- Helen is very much a cold and serious individual, she rarely shows affection and frankly you are starting to feel neglected.

You understand that they had a very rough life and don't understand emotions very well, but that doesn't stop the feelings you have.

You are laying on the window seat watching the street, stray water droplets racing down the glass from the light drizzle that has been going on and off throughout the day. Your mind is foggy, fingers lightly picking at the fabric of your shirt as your mind is a bunch of loud chaos, it is one of those times where your mind is so loud yet painfully silent at the same time.

Unbeknownst to you Helen has been sitting in a chair off to the side of you, watching you as she sketches your body in great detail. He absolutely immersed themself in his art, only when she comes to and looks at the results does she realize just how sorrowful you appear.

She sits up stiffly and his head snaps in your direction, icy gaze focusing on your frame. "мой маленький цветок what is wrong?"

This makes your attention perk up, not because he spoke but the time they used. Her voice was extremely gentle and sweet, not her usual cold monotone. You sit up a bit and turn to look towards them only to find he is kneeling beside your seat, eyes scanning your features, brows scrunched in worry, completely out of character for them.

"Helen..?" You are completely and utterly confused, this only grows as he reaches out and cups your cheek in her palm, inspecting you a bit.

"возлюбленный you look so sad, as perfect as you are I do much prefer a smile upon your features. What is the matter?"

"I... I'm just a bit sad is all. It's no big deal, really!" This only makes them more worried, frowning slightly.

"моя возлюбленная please tell me what bothers you? I wish to fix whatever it is." You blush a bit, his words far more affection than what you are used to, all you do is crawl closer, turning your body so you can wrap your arms around her shoulders and legs around their waist, nuzzling into his neck.

"тебе одиноко? You need my love?" She coos gently, an arm planting itself to support your backside while the other lightly rubs your back as he stands up with you in arm, walking over to the couch to lay down with you on top of them.

"We rarely touch at all.. I... I just really need your love... I'm sorry..." You pout a bit, embarrassment evident by the blush on your cheeks.

This only makes him chuckle a bit, leaning his face in close to yours. "You could have just asked you know."

Then her lips are on your own, and you just melt into it, their lips are intoxicating, so incredibly soft and perfect. He is passionate and slow with it, hands lightly carresing your sides.

Once he pulls away you noticed the light blush that dusts her cheeks. "ты вызываешь привыкание."

Jack(EJ)- Jack is not commonly super affection, especially not with words, typically showing his love through acts of service. You don't mind this, but you'd be lying if you said you don't want more.

You love jack, truthfully, but he does not initiate physical affection ever and frankly that has been making you feel a bit lonely as of late.

You decide to go out for a walk one night as Jack is just too busy with his hunting and you don't want to sit there all by your lonesome. Now, you had thought a walk would be a good idea, something calm and mindless but you were very wrong that night.

You are walking around aimlessly, watching the sky through the trees as you walk, this is your first mistake. Your second mistake is merely wearing shorts, a t-shirt and a old pair of worn out, slippery sneakers.

You are just too interested with the stars to pay attention to where you are going and so you have stepped far to close to the edge of a ditch and the ground is muddy thanks to the recent storms causing you to slip.

You panic, legs kicking wildly to try and stop the descent but your shoes just don't have enough traction and you fall into the ditch with a painful this, gasping sharply when you land on your knee, hearing a loud pop. You cry out in agony, low leg angled at a incredibly unnatural way.

Thumping your fist into the ground you growl, trying to calm yourself and think of a solution. You take out your phone, you have barely any signal but it's worth a shot. Your phone rings a few times, only to be greeted by the sound of a voicemail box. You hang up, cussing angrily as you sit yourself up, leaning against the side of the ditch.

You can only wait and conserve energy, hoping that your lover would return your call.

Jack was on his way home through the woods when his phone rang, however the signal in that area is too poor to be able to answer properly. He's confused to see your icon, you knew he'd be home around this time, why did you call him?

Upon reaching home he is confused to see the lights all off and the door locked so he clicks his voicemail to listen to what you needed in hopes to understand what's going on. "H hey Jack, um, sorry to bother you, you're probably busy it's just that uh.. I'm stuck in a ditch in the woods and you see, I would climb out but my leg is... Well. I can't tell if it's broken or if it's just dislocated but it certainly fucking hurts like a bitch. Um... Help?"

And with that the voicemail ends leaving Jack in a full state of panic.

Oh no. No no no. His precious little mate is lost, stuck and hurt. He hones in his senses, inhaling deeply he picks up on your scent. Immediately he's on your trail, running rapidly through the trees, it only takes him ten minutes to find you when a normal person it would take an hour just to walk to this area.

Jack peers over the edge, spotting your fragile body below and he relaxes a bit, hopping down to where you rest. "Jack!!" You cry out in relief, teary eyed and in pain, all you wanted was for your lover to be here with you.

Jack is quick to crouch over you, inspecting the damage in concern, a deep whine escaping his lips and his pointy ears flick backwards in discontent as he found you not only dislocated your knee but strained the tendon far too much.

He places a hand to your mouth, using his other hand and his knee to keep you still as he pops it back into place. Thankfully his large palm was able to muffle your scream, but the pain is only momentary.

You try to get up but Jack doesn't allow you, lifting you up into his arms, holding you close to his chest with a growl, warning you to stay still as he carries you back home.

Once home Jack is quick to set you on your bed, rushing around you to create a nest of soft objects and his scent before climbing beside you despite him being far too large to properly lay in the bed.

He holds himself above you, body supported by his elbows, claws lightly tracing your skin. Then his lips are on your own, possessive and strong, his rough lips pressed harshly into your own until you have to push him away for oxygen.

"My little mate, poor sweet lover, you need to rest, let me take care of you."

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errorbxtchmariah · 2 years

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Hoodie x Reader {Comfort Fic}

Comforting Hoodie after a particularly rough day on the job.

GN Reader

Romantic

It was difficult seeing him like this... Bruises and cuts littered his body, but that wasn't the issue. The issue was the mental damage. He was used to it and most days he was fine but... Eventually having to watch certain things go down gets to you. No matter how well trained you are.

"Y/N...?"

His voice broken and hoarse as he dropped that familiar blood stained duffle bag on the floor, not hesitating for a single moment you rushed to him. Wrapping him in a tight hug, ignoring the dirt and blood getting onto you. Nothing else mattered right now, it was just you and him.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

He nodded in silence, he usually would turn down any pampering or extra care but not today...

Wrapped up in fluffy blankets and wearing loose pajama pants, he hugged you close to his form. Allowing you to play with his hair and murmur comforting words, reminding him no matter how hard things get you'll be here. That no matter how long he leaves for, by the end of it all he gets to come home to you. It makes life all feel worth it again. The day you walked into his life is one he'll never forget, and you bet your ass every chance he gets he'll remind you of that fact. He's an extremely protective soul, used to having to look out for everyone else- especially you. You're the only one in his life who gets to see him like this. Peering into those deep eyes of his, he pulls you in for a gentle kiss. He'll be sure to thank you properly tomorrow... But for tonight. It's his turn to be held.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Please... Stay here with me until the end of time."

"You know I will."

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #hoodie x reader #hoodie #hoodie fanfic #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets x y/n #gender neutral x reader #creepypasta fanfic #Ik its super short I'm sorry

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year

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The creeps general ages...

Slender-506

Jeff-32

BEN- died at age 8, now 29

Toby-27

Liu-30

Sully-42

Tim-49

Brian-36

Sally- died at age 8, still 8

Eyeless Jack- 22

Candypop-57

Jason- technically 200, but he is forever in his twenties <3

Laughing Jack- 234

Puppeteer- 34

Helen- 21

Nina- 19

Jane- 32

Clockwork- 24

If I missed any you wanted to see, let me know!

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bambiimutt · 6 months

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Hello, I loved your writing, and I wanted to request some relationship headcons with Masky

Relationship Head cannons

I wanted to do this for everyone I write for cuz I want them to get some attention too!! I hope that’s okay!

TW!! Mentions of stalking, talking of perverts but not super heavy, possessiveness, if I missed anyway let me know!!

Masky/Tim Wright

-Honestly at first he’s a bit awkward, i see him as socially awkward in general so him being in a relationship? Oh my fuck. And it’s not the Awh such a cutie patootie he’s so awkward. No like he’s so awkward he doesn’t know what to do with you. He’s so awkward he goes silent. Awkward babe.

-once the relationship grows into something deeper he’s better. He definitely still has his moments, but it’s now more how he landed you. How he was able to find someone that cares for him and puts up with him. He’s not much honestly just his random outbursts and waking up with no memory of his nights before.

-speaking of. A lot of trauma lays on his shoulders. After jays death who you don’t know much about and everything leading up to the events of marble hornets. All you knew was that he was supposed to be in this student film.. but shit happened. And he refuses to talk about it. You’ll ask him sometimes if you can watch the tapes but he tells you time and time again. No. More because he knows what he is and he doesn’t what you running from him. He’s with you yea but he doesn’t want to expose you to the operator.

-as mentioned in a few of my other posts. He’ll leave for weeks on end and if it’s not for weeks its almost every night. He’s leaving and coming back at ungodly hours. Most of the time you’re asleep and he waits till your asleep to do this. There’s been a few times his mask is left out because he comes home so drained that he kinda forgets to hide it.. and when you question it sometimes he does remember, and most times he doesn’t. But when you ask he’s stammering. He knows why he has it but doesn’t know how to tell you, doesn’t want to.

-he’s not the date night kind of guy but he doesn’t mind spending some time with you from time to time. He doesn’t want you to think he’s ignoring you or just not care for you because he leaves for weeks.. he wants you to know he loves having you around. It’s just. He can’t tell you about his life fully. When it comes to a date night it’s probably lots of time at home, watching a movie on his couch, cuddled up against him. If you fall asleep he’ll make sure you have all of the blanket. He can fully not be as tense, relaxing into you as you sleep against him.

-very very very sarcastic, it earns him smacks to the arm like 10 times a day.

-he’s alright with public affection but again he’s awkward.. sooo maybe don’t be so affectionate in public. But at home, he’s all over you, sleepy man, cuddled up to you, following you around the house. He seems so big and tough but he hates being away from you.

-Tim’s not crazily over protective. Maybe insecure at times but deep down he knows that you are with him because you truly love him. So if anyone ever approaches you he trusts that you can handle it yourself, if not he will 100% help you.. by torturing the guy the same night, and he’ll come back having that be his only memory.

Tobias Rogers

-ARF ARF ARF BITCH IS A FUCKING DOG. I’m telling you that mother fucker IS ALL OVER YOU. Now I’m not saying he isn’t one scary mother fucker. But he tries to keep his shitty ass fucking life out of his love life. Because really.. this isn’t what he wanted ever. He didn’t want to be part of this operator shit. So he tries to be normal? As normal as Toby can get.

-you actually help him a lot with his tics. If he can focus on something for long enough they don’t get as bad as they can get, they actually become more tame, so if he ever has a really bad tic attack, you’re always the one to talk him through it, to calm him down and to focus on your voice. And he’s better in no time.

-TALK ABOUT BEING A PRETTY MOTHER FUCKER.. YOU NEVER GET OVER HOW PRETTY THIS BITCH IS. messy brown hair, brown tired eyes, nicely shaped face, pretty fucking smile. He never used to have one but he ended up growing a semi beard. More of a patch on his chin. And what does he love the most? Hearing you tell him how pretty he is. Running your hands through his hair, kissing his face all over. God he could eat you right up.

-he’s a closeted pervert. But like not to the point where it’s unbearable but like he’s all over you. He’s grabbing your thighs.. he’s leaving hickeys all over. He’s a boob/chest guy. He just wants you close. So close you could fuse into one. He likes you in panties.. he also likes taking them whenever he has to be on a mission for weeks.. and we all know what he’s using them for.

-socially awkward mf. When you’re both out in public he’s so quiet. And he can’t do it alone anymore, not since he’s met you. If you’re ever on the bus, he’s as close as possible, hands fidgeting with your fingers, and staring down at them so he doesn’t have to make eye contact with others. Though there’s been a few times he’s had to interact with the people who complain about how much space he takes. He’s tall and lanky but the man manspreads like there’s no tomorrow. You have to grab his leg and pull it in because he’s just glaring.

-he kinda forgets that you can feel pain. Because he grew up not feeling pain he’s learned to be gentle with the things he cares about. But if you ever want to play fight he can sometimes forget, and get a little rough. So when you get hurt he’s pulling away instantly. “Fuck.. i.. I didn’t t-think that would h-hurt. Baby let me see it..” he’s babying you the rest of the night.

-now even though he’s a pretty good boyfriend he can be a bit much.. at times. He doesn’t mean to trust me. But he can get agitated quite easily. Certain tones can make him start to overthink, he can grow angered, upset. Just try to be reassuring and he should be okay.

-Toby is one of the overprotective ones. He will do anything and everything to go make sure whoever was all over you is not longer waking the fuck up. He might even steal you a little gift to make you feel better.

Ben Lawman/Drowned

-you might wanna buy some shit to keep the house from smelling like weed. And I mean it. He tries not to go crazy because he knows you don’t want the apartment smelling like it, but he can’t help himself sometimes.

-I’m not gonna lie to you, he most definitely watches you through cameras and your computer and shit. He’ll send pop up messages to you just to freak you out, etc. he thinks it’s so silly seeing you get so spooked out.

-he’s typically at home often. He doesn’t really go anywhere, aside from chilling in the fucking computer. So you get to have him around a lot.

-except it can get so fucking annoying. All in all he’s a really calm person, and keeps to himself but when you come along.. he’s all over you. Like suffocating. He wants you on his lap, he wants you sitting between his legs, cuddled up underneath his shirt, please just BE CLOSE. He’s much like Toby in that aspect. He just likes the physical love. Anything physical. I think it kinda brings him comfort too to be honest.. finally feeling the touch of someone. Something.

-like Toby he’s a fucking pervert. But like it’s hella known. He doesn’t keep that a secret. He’s a dirty motherfucker. Like I’m talking footjobs, cosplay.. but like that gamer girl, slutty look.. you name it he likes it.

-he likes to game so a lot of your time is probably spent watching him or playing with him. If you play with him though, be warned he’s a sore loser. He doesn’t rage but more or so finds excuses to show he should have won. But all in all, he’s just fooling around.. he enjoys that you can play with him, he likes that you like what he likes.

-immature. Not all the time but most definitely immature at times. To be fair when he died, he was still fairly young so sometimes his humour can be a bit.. questionable. Even if you aren’t laughing, he’s slapping his knee and pissing himself laughing, looking at you so that he can see your reaction. Just smile.

-he’s not overprotective. Like Tim he’s just really fucking insecure and I mean really. Really insecure. He sees other couples. How normal they are. How alive they are. And he can’t be that. He feels bad that he can never keep you warm because he’s an actual freezer. He feels like compared to others.. you could do so much better. So when someone hits on you.. he’s sulking. He’s walking further away from you. He’s just insecure. And scared to lose you. But these boys are also.. murderers. So knowing Ben.. well. That person shouldn’t have done that.

Jeffery Hodex/Jeff The Killer

-Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Dickhead. Did I mention he’s a fucking asshole. He may seem like he doesn’t care about you. But I promise you he does. He just has weird ways of showing it..

-an actual fucking bully. I’m sure he’s made you cry time and time again, but you don’t do it in front of him, you don’t want him to think it hurts. Oh but if he knew.. if he knew how much it hurt you he’d beat himself up over it.

-he may seem like a fucking hard ass but he hates when you cry..he’s never one to show his emotions but it’s when those tears fall that he could break right there.

-hates public affection.. but at home? Different story. “Play with my hair.” “Jeff no, I’m busy.” “Please.. pretty please” there’s a moment of silence before you’re rolling your eyes and his head is on your lap.

-talk about sec when he’s angry. It’s a good way for him to get out his pent up anger, or if something happened he just needs you. So really what I’m trying to say is underneath all that hard exterior.. he does need you in many ways. Wether he likes to admit that or not.

-even though he’s an asshole.. he makes up for it with his rare sweet moments. To me. Jeff is.. not like others? I just mean, look wise he was always the odd one out not that he was ugly but like because he didn’t look like every other normal kid there. So having a metal head boyfriend..? With some kinda cool scaring by his lips in the form of a slight smile. Pale skin long black hair, tall and fit…. You know he’s playing the guitar to you. Yknow the room is gonna be filled with a bunch of black shit, band stuff, his weird collection of knives. On the note of he makes up for it with his sweet moments. Sometimes he’ll go through his collections with you. He will play the guitar for you, he’s also quite a good singer so expect some of that. (He most definitely sings you to sleep.. but he makes sure you’re half asleep first so you don’t remember it.)

-he’s not as horrible as he seems, he just.. doesn’t like showing his true emotions. He likes to look like the big bad tough guy. But really.. that scared little kid that hates the world is still in there. So what he needs is comfort. And you provide that. Just give him some time.

-overprotective. And if that was an understatement it would be far more then that. He is wayyyy too overprotective, possessive. You’re his. And his only. Nobody should speak to you in any form of flirting, nobody should look at you, touch you. You. Are. His. Now he keeps the killing out of your knowledge… as much as possible. Sometimes almost getting caught by you.. anyway. The person that looked at your ass and you didn’t even know? Yeah dead by 11 pm. You most definitely find out.

-type of motherfucker to have pictures of you on his phone with his hands around your throat, sitting on his lap, etc. post it. He wants you to. He’ll send them to you just to do it. He likes to show off what’s his.

-when I mentioned he was an asshole. I meant it. Because he doesn’t know how to handle his own emotions he can’t handle yours either. He internally freaks out. So what does he do? Does what he does best. Shuts you out and gets angry at you for showing your emotions

-please don’t be too upset.. he’ll be wandering in some point that night to hold you. He just doesn’t know how to tell what he’s going through.. so just hold him. It’s his way of being vulnerable with you.

Brian/Hoodie

-to be honest. He may be One of the more normal ones. Though when he leaves for weeks on end and comes back for a good while he’s just not himself. He’s quiet. He wants to be alone. He hates being touched, he snaps so much easier. But other then that. Brian tries to completely forget about everything he does and focuses on you.

-a lot of the time, he likes to spend quality time with you. Walking in the local park, doing art, helping him edit his “silly” little videos as you call them. Oh how oblivious you are. He’s a sweetheart, kind, caring. He’s gentle. He knows your likes and dislikes like the back of his hand. He knows what makes you tic, what makes you sulk, what makes you smile. You can thank him stalking you for that.

-yeah remember what I said about him being the most normal, he may have a few quirks. He stalks you from time to time. Not that he doesn’t trust you.. he just. Can’t take his eyes off of you. Ever. Because he doesn’t know what the operator could do.. and well. He just wants to see you, but more to keep you safe.

-he can’t sit still unless he knows where you are at, if you’re okay. And once he knows he can be at peace. So you can only imagine how fucking hard it is for him to be gone for weeks. He ignores all text messages he gets aside from yours. He’s constantly talking to you, making sure you’re okay. he just needs some reassurance and he’ll be okay.

-his camera is full of videos of you. He likes to take these home styles videos of you. Cooking in the kitchen in you’re underwear and his hoodie, you dancing in the living room, sleeping. He likes to look back at them from time to time.

-he makes sure to keep his pills and if you take any medication, organized and separated. He’d freak the fuck out if you accidentally took some of his. That and he needs a specific dosage.. one a doctor didn’t prescribe for him. Ahem. More his dosage of what he pleases. Don’t worry he claims he’s okay time and time again.

-he’s not like Tim with his memory loss, but he can forget things from Time to time. So if you can, if you were there just try and sit with him to help him remember. All he needs is to know that you’ll be patient.

-he likes kisses. Give them to him. Immediately. He wants them all over. His lips, cheeks, forehead. He’s such a sweet man.

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