#masky smut

[the-floral-perspective]

Creepypasta NSFW Ideas!

:Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Jeff the killer, bloody painter, laughing Jack, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Jason the toymaker, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Homicidal Liu x fem reader

A/N: I’m not really to sure what to call this one, just random sexy prompts.

Eyeless Jack:

Jack looking down at your wide open legs, tied to the bedpost. Watching you hungrily. You wiggled a little,

“C’mon Jack! Stop teasing,” you pouted, pussy clenching around nothing. Jack salivated quietly.

Jack contemplated, originally he wanted to ignore you and tease, but seeing his plan put out in person immediately diminished his blueprint.

You frowned, looking up at Jacks onyx eyes, “are you alr…-shit.” You moaned as Jack laid down in front of your pussy and licked the skin around the clit.

“Wait please!” You wiggled, trying to get Jack to suck on your flower. He put his hand on your hips, pushing down to immobilize you and going in for the kill. Giving a long taste from your wet heat to your clit.

You whimpered at the contact. Jack paused again, gripping your hips tighter as if he were recollecting himself and suddenly went back in. Sucking at your clit and spreading your folds to see your wet leave your pretty little cunt.

Jack found an enthusiastic rhythm that allowed him to suckle your honey with as much fever as possible without overwhelming you. He’d suck on your clit and circle around to your hole, shoving in one of his tongues while the other tongue aggressively circled your clit.

Creating a beautiful melody of whimpers to jacks sensitive ears. His tongue fucking you so good, you couldn’t help but try to wiggle again, already so fucked out. Jack chuckled at this, the vibrations stimulating you even more.

“Jack, nghh— please! O-oh!” You moaned quietly under your breath, the pressure inside you building up so heavily, you felt overwhelmed.

Jack listened to your babbling, and allowed his index finger to rub your clit, so he could focus on sucking your ambrosia from you. You were so close.

Suddenly, you couldn’t stop tensing, and your voice failed you multiple times with Jacks pleasure overload. Without warning, your ambrosia sprayed out and covered Jack all over with your sweet. He loved it, and he didn’t stop going either, this time licking up the mess your pussy couldn’t stop producing. Luckily for him, at least. Jack can’t get enough of you.

Ben Drowned:

Ben tugged on his restraints with a smirk on his face until he dragged his eyes towards you, sitting on top of his bulge. You met his eyes and smiled softly, though it turned into a frown as Ben thrusted his hips up towards you.

“What do you think you’re doing,” you taunted. “I don’t know, what am I doing?” He taunted back, still smirking.

“You’re cute,” you patted his cheek once and then slapped him lightly. He moaned in response, the sides of his stomach getting goosebumps as his arousal increased, he thrusted his hips forward again.

You smirked and leaned down, pulling his boxers off to release his pretty, blushed dick. Licking from the tip to the balls. His balls were always very sensitive. You looked up at him deviously before deepthroating him.

Ben, mid-laugh, choked on his own moan. He couldn’t help but to thrust himself into your mouth. Twisting and switching, you attempted to slow him by putting your hands on his hips. Your action effected nothing.

The way your bedroom was set up, your bed was in front of the door in the middle of the room. The left side of the bedroom had your guys mounted TV. This is important because all of a sudden the door knob to your bedroom clicked open.

You and Ben’s lidded eyes met, but not for that reason. Ben felt like warm ice was shooting through his stomach and around his sensitive dick. He was going to cum soon. You felt Ben’s dick twitch inside your mouth, so you took him in deeper. Ben released without any warning except for his various whimpers and heavy breathing.

Your mouth filled with him, you felt like you could choke, but you’d of loved that. Ben moaned as you released his dick, wanting to cum again. Both breathing heavily, you sat up and stretched.

“C’mere,” Ben muttered with his eyes still closed, he hasn’t opened them. You leaned forward and kissed Ben on the lips sweetly. Ben opened his eyes and smiled at you, flinching when he noticed someone behind you.

You looked behind you and noticed Jeff who was staring at your bare ass that leaned over Ben. He jumped and ran out of the room when he noticed the both of you staring.

“Shut the door!” The two of you shouted in sink.

Jeff the killer:

Jeff looked up from your messy pussy, and smiled willingly, slapping your clit playfully. You writhed, as he’s been going at you for awhile now.

He stood up and you breathed a sigh of relief. Jeff spread your pussy out and inhaled out of horniness. Taking a second, Jeff quickly put a finger in you, to test how wet you are. Moving his finger around, causing your pussy to clench and your legs to shake at the sensitivity.

When satisfied, Jeff finally started putting his tip into your sensitive walls. Your lower body thrusted forward, trying to take his dick in more. Jeff bottomed out inside of you, causing you to tense and your legs shook more.

Luckily your hole wasn’t hurting, he only did oral. It was your clit that was sore, but if anything you wanted his dick in you oh so badly.

“Feeling desperate, are we?” Jeff chuckled, “don’t worry, I can take care of this.”

Jeff started thrusting into you lightly, causing you to arch your back. He held you up by the arch in your back, and fucked harder into you. Eventually becoming merciless.

Your brain and body turned to mush, already fucked out. Jeff taunted you lightly, in response you slapped him, causing Jeff to go primal. Nailing into you like a hammer, you felt the familiar feeling of the heat of a thousand suns arising from your body, starting at your pussy.

“Shit, I can feel you clenching—“ Jeff choked out, it becoming difficult for him to focus.

“It’s alright, baby, let it all out— I c-can take it-ah!” Jeff slightly lightly begged, going as fast as he could out of desperation. You whined, it felt like you were being touched in all the right places.

“Pl-plea— ah!” You whimpered and came all over him, the tightness of you causing Jeff to cum a few thrusts later.

Jeff slid out exhaustedly, “yknow, I’m not gonna stop until you’re full of me. I want to see you dripping, not only from yourself, but from me.”

Laughing Jack:

Jack had been away for awhile, a couple of days. He was busy tracking down some creep that lived on the outskirts of the forest. You had been getting lonely, also no one was telling you when he’d come back.

In order to cope with your anxieties you resorted to masturbating. What? It helped with more than one problem.

You had dimmed the lights and made a comfortable nest for yourself, slowly starting to feel yourself up. Actually getting into it, your hand descended slowly to your clit, rubbing gently.

Getting into a rhythm with yourself, you started to ignore all the sounds around you, focusing only on yourself and your aching cunt.

Fortunately for jack, he had just arrived at the scene. You sprawled out on the shared bed, legs wide open and the whimpers.

Jack almost felt unreal watching this and quietly he retracted his razor sharp claws into normal hands. Then, he teleported right between your legs and replaced your fingers with his.

Sighing at the familiar feeling of you, Jack wiggled his fingers in and out. You opened your eyes, startled, but moaned as Jack hit a deep spot.

“Ja—ah!”

Jack smirked, knowing your orgasm was already near before he came into the room.

“Go on, cum.” He demanded, leaning down with his tongue out, kitten licking your clit, causing your lower half to rise from the bed.

The heat in your stomach suddenly snapped like a rubber band, feeling like your entire body was buzzing and stimulated.

Dr Smiley:

Smiley and you shared half of the chocolate. Romantic chocolate for special occasions. This occasion was boredom.

It didn’t kick in immediately, took about 30 minutes or so, but you and Smiley weren’t impatient. Talking about nerd stuff until they eventually started working.

Your clit throbbed, but smiley didn’t really seem affected at all. “Did you even eat the chocolate?”

Smiley smirked and shook his head, you groaned, but didn’t really mind. He’d take care of you anyways.

“I love how ravishing you get with this chocolate,” smiley chuckled and spread his legs. He patted his left leg, wanting you to sit on it.

You did so with glee. He immediately started bouncing his knee, holding your hips with his hands as you started rubbing himself against him desperately.

“Kiss me,” you gave him puppy eyes. What you wanted was to be well bred by him.

It took a bit for you to reach your orgasm, the familiar shocking sensation you could feel in your legs as you tensed and shook.

“Dont worry, baby, there’s more where that came from.”

Puppeteer:

You two had a bet going. Who could make the other cum without penetration or oral? It was a green night, so both of you were high. The buzzing feeling in your head making things so much better as Puppeteer grinded into you.

It wasn’t as good as actual penetration, but the thought that he wanted you so bad make you start grinding back.

He was wearing sweatpants and you in your underwear. With every thrust into your backside, you felt his bulge rub against your clit repeatedly.

The feeling was strange but not unwelcome. With Pup’s superhuman stamina and the constant rubbing of your clit, it almost felt like one of those pulsing vibrators.

The realization made your brain dumb and a small whimper came out as your body slowly tensed up to achieve a very slow orgasm. It seemed puppeteer was close too, as he somehow sped up, abusing your clit at this point.

Your body burned, and the smell of smoke only helped enhance the pleasure and with that you came. Your entire body burning up and tensing. Puppeteer came behind you, some of his cum leaking from his sweatpants (he wasn’t wearing underwear)

But puppeteer wasn’t done, he wanted to abuse your cunt once again.

Jason the toymaker:

Ever since Jason found out about how sensitive your nipples were, he couldn’t stop giving you boob hickeys. It was an addiction at this point, sometimes he would just suck on them just to do it and to see your reaction.

It was cold at the mansion, winter time too. Everyone was in their rooms huddling together. You and Jason were no different. He layed behind you, squeezing your waist.

“You know what I just realized?” He paused, squeezing you tighter, “I’ve never played with your boobs!”

You let out a light laugh, “so?” Jason looked at you teasingly, “so…” he squeezed your boob tight.

Obviously, caught off guard you squeaked and blushed.

“I didn’t think you were sensitive this way…” Jason teased and turned in to your sideways body, facing your boobs.

He flipped your shirt up as you spluttered, feeling the cold air on your nipples, hardening them. Jason stared for a second and took one of your boobs into his mouth, the other one his hand played with.

The feeling went straight to your core, you could feel your cunt getting wet and tingly. Moving to your back rather than side, it amplified the feeling much more.

You rubbed your thighs together, thrusting your hips upward, craving friction. Your body trembled as this happened. Surprisingly, your nipples were very very sensitive. Although you didn’t come, your body was definitely a fountain.

Ticci Toby:

You were teasing Toby, sitting atop his dick unmoving. Toby, on the other hand, was attempting to get paperwork for Slenderman done.

You continuously teased him though, clenching your vagina, rubbing your clit, riding him for a couple of seconds but then stopping. He was getting worn out, wanting nothing then to fuck you raw and breed you.

God he wanted to fuck you so bad—“are you done with your paperwork, honey?” Toby looked at your faux innocent face and felt his dick twitch.

“Yeah…” Toby grumbled, adjusting and accidentally hitting your g-spot. You moaned as Toby smirked.

Toby realized that he had the upper hand here. He hugged you softly, making you think he wasn’t okay. Really he just grabbed apart of your hips and started thrusting up into your wet, sopping walls.

“Cant tease me anymore,can you?”

You, who sat on him, felt every hit of his dick as he thrusted. Your slick started falling from you and dropping more onto Toby. He only thrusted harder. Lewd sounds erupted from your pussy and from him.

“She likes me, doesn’t she?” Toby muttered, rubbing your clit. You whimpered, feeling yourself start to burn up.

You started rocking yourself on him, equally as aggressive. The burn grew as did the pulse on your clit. You moaned close to Toby’s ear and he came inside you. You came a minute or two later, with the feeling and light thrusting of Toby and his dick twitching.

Masky:

Tim’s always wanted to…. Experiment with you. He loved you and your body. Every moment he was close with you was the best moment of his life. Naturally, he’d just love being inside you.

There were sometimes Tim would get so into himself in you, that he couldn’t help but breed you. It’s not his fault that you’re so amazing, you make him pathetic.

Masky one night at a bar decided that he needed you. And my, he couldn’t stop fucking you. This was what? The third time he’s came tonight? You got no breaks.

The ball already rolled and there was no stopping him. Tim couldn’t stop touching you and rubbing you it was insane. You felt like your body couldn’t stop burning. At some point you could feel Tim’s cum drip out of you, but that didn’t stop him.

After the fifth time you had to beg, “Tim— augh, please. Slow down, we nee- to h-head home.” You begged, at this point turning around and taking his dick out. Your pussy clenched around the lack of intrusion.

Masky was still desperate, but he agreed regardless. On the car ride home, he ended up rubbing your clit as he realized hes only given you penetration orgasms. He wanted to wear you out fully so that both your hole and your clit were sore but begging.

Hoodie:

Hoodie traced your body lightly with his hands, feeling you up, but not enough for anything to happen. He gripped your hip tightly, pushing his bulge into your ass. Softly rocking, hoodie quietly apologized.

You giggled and unzipped his pants. He understood and started rubbing your clit, moving your panties aside.

Your body sparkled with pleasure, the sweet fluids of your pussy leaking out of you like a fountain. Hoodie almost moaned feeling it.

Slowly, Hoodie eased his large dick into your tiny pussy. God you were so tight, your pussy too small to take him in. Hoodie laughed at your pleas.

Hoodie prodded inside you until his penis was fully in. You could see a bulge in your stomach from it. To be honest it hurt, it always hurt at first. He was really good though once the pain went away.

You whined as the burn continued, you gave Brian the good to go though. He rocked into you slowly as your core immediately heated up upon his invasion. His dick was big enough he barely had to move it to hit your g-spot.

He kept consistently hitting the spongy spot inside you, making you become more wet.

Slowly, the burn in your core swarmed your pussy. You pulsed and clenched around hoodie. Light melodic moans coming from both your mouths. The orgasm ripped through your pussy, lasting for a couple seconds until you were left twitching because hoodie wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

Bloody painter:

“There, done!” Helen had set down the paintbrush he used to paint your body. There were red, yellow and bright green for a neon affect. He had you positione in an erotic way against a plain black portrait, you were completely nude only covered by non-toxic body paint. The design only covered your stomach to your thighs and your ass.

Helen stared at you for a good second, making you nervous as you sat up, still covered in the paint. Suddenly, he smirked, “I have a better idea!”

He unzipped his pants and released his semi-hard dick, “you wanna come get me off? I know a way I can make this painting better.”

You smirked back and crouched under him, cupping his balls and gripping the head. Helen sucked in a breath, you licked the smooth skin around his penis teasingly.

Helen picked your head up by the back of your hair, “Don’t play with me, whore.”

You nodded with false innocence, Helen smirked and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “Now get me off,” he whispered in your ear.

The next move you did was continuing your hand job, without all the teasing. You get wetter by the minute, but it wasn’t like Helen would notice. After awhile you started squirming at the sounds of Helen’s pleasure.

Eventually, Helen felt as if he were pulsing everywhere. “Shit—I’m almost there, keep goin’, just like that—“ his cum fell over the portrait, onto where your ass was previously. Helen quickly snapped a photo of it and carefully wiped the cum off. He’d have to paint white later.

Helen turned and saw you rubbing your thighs together, he cooed “aw, you need my help?” You nodded pathetically. Helen lifted you up and quickly pulled his belt off to tie your hands together.

He kissed you roughly, putting his hands onto your pussy, cupping it gently. You grabbed his hand and grinded against it, “that’s right, go ahead and get yourself off for me, alright?”

Helen continued to kiss you, pushing you against the wall with his unused hand. “You need me to do anything, don’t you?” You nodded, grinding harder against his hand.

You moaned as Helen decided to rub his hand against your clit, you arched your back harshly. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Helen laughed cruelly.

“I just need you—“ fuck, helen thought.

Out of nowhere, it seemed your body was struck with lightnight, you saw white. Your body shivered as you came.

“Damn it,” Helen said, his hand still in you. “We did this on a white wall… your paint hasn’t dried yet.”

Homicidal Liu:

You had just gotten out of the shower and were in the middle of oiling your legs, Liu opened the door but quickly closed his eyes. “Shit, sorry!”

You smiled awkwardly, “it’s alright, I’m just moisturizing.” Liu opened his eyes, staring at your freshly oiled body that stood glistening in the candlelight. Not to mention, the mirror in front of you made the vision much more appealing.

Slowly, Liu stalked over to you without saying anything. He dug himself into your neck, kitten licking it. One hand hugged your waist, while the other ghosted around your vulva. You turned your head for a kiss, Liu noticed and lifted his head to kiss your lips softly.

His hand started rubbing your cunt lightly, causing you to gush with need. Unfortunately, Liu took his hand off you completely to unzip his pants, he grabbed some oil and spread it around his dick.

Focusing back on you, he licked a stripe up your neck and lifted you up slightly to rest against the bathroom sink. You knew what was coming next, as Liu continuously peppered kisses on your neck.

He slid his oiled cock inbetween your thighs, not really affecting you until he started rubbing your clit with the rhythm of his thrusting.

“Fuck,” he muttered, squeezing your thighs tighter around him. Helen hit a spot on your clit that specifically made you jolt.

Liu continued fucking your thighs harder and harder, and at this point he was fucking your clit too. You moaned as his tip hit the button of your clit, jolting back into him. Liu let out a small moan, chasing his high.

Your orgasm started slower than his, but when it came it came. The fire slowly started burning you inside and out, only stopping when Liu eventually slowed down. His tip still lightly punching your clit with every thrust. You shook and writhed as he came, you following soon after.

“Guess I’m gonna have to clean you up, aren’t I?” Liu smirked, kneeling in front of you and pushing you to sit on the sink.

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[rockstvrdotcom]

It's 💅anon again!!!!

Can you pls do a s/o who like to bite or mark their partner/mate a lot??? (NSFW or SFW all fine)

With EJ, Masky and Hoodie pls 🥺🥺🥺

ej, masky, and hoodie with a s/o that likes to bite

ej, masky, hoodie x reader (nsfw but mostly sfw in there)

HI NONNIEEE!! the first work u asked for is otw!! i just decided to post this one first because the other is longer lol

tw/cw: marking/biting (duhhh), nsfw, guys theres gore in the photos so beware, fem reader, mentions of blood, scratching, cigarette burns on skin/clothes, spanking, slapping, slight somnophilia kink

EYELESS JACK

you like to mark him:

at first he was reluctant, he thought his skin was already ruined enough at it was. you assured him that it's fine, and that he's the most handsome boy you've ever laid your eyes on. (you both cringed at that but he lowk loved it cos hes canonically insecure abt his skin)

once you did it the first time.. this man could not get enough. literally begged you to do it over and over again. he's obsessed with it. you almost got tired of it (you could never tho)

loves when you leave little kitten licks on the mark; he loves the feeling so much like he could just eat you

loves when your on top of him as you give him hickeys— especially when your sitting on top of him and your hips are grinding against his.

lets out really silent whimpers as you mark him, so silent you don't even hear them most of the time. but when you're near his throat, you can faintly hear them.

gets hard so easily from you biting/marking him.

obsessed with when you have lipstick on and leave little lipstick stains on his cheeks or really any part of his body.

...loves when you mark him near the base of his cock— whether its lipstick stains or his hickeys. he just loves seeing the marks as he jerks off when your not around him. (yall im going to hell)

he likes to mark you:

after he begins to mark you he does not stop. sucks on the skin until its a dark purple/green.

sometimes he even likes to bite through the skin and lick up the blood— if you're okay with it of course.

gets really turned on when you let him break skin, usually ends up in him bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you silly. the blood gets him so riled up.

whenever you both are not busy he constantly has his teeth in your neck; not all the time but often. sometimes he'll just sneak up behind you and take a bite like you're some sort of snack.

he likes to mark you around your collarbone and neck; makes you wear v necks around the mansion so people can see the piece of art he created on your neck.

he was really gentle with it at first— asking you if it hurt or if you were ok. he has a higher pain tolerance than normal he has a hard time knowing the limits, but when you tell him it's ok and tell him you want more? he just can't help himself.

if he's marking you and you both have nothing to do it usually always ends up in him dicking you down. this mans sex drive is HIGH

asks you to sit on his lap any chance he gets and let him mark you.

guys this man is just so obsessed with marking—  gn.

MASKY

you like to mark him:

masky n tim are very different.. tim is such a sweetie pie but masky is a whole 'nother thing. but lets talk about masky

this man.. he's so down bad for you marking him like the second you asked he started rushing you to come over here and start sucking on his neck.

all that and he still won't ever take off his mask— but maybe he'll lift it just enough for you to leave lipstick stains and hickeys down his jawline.

i don't even know whether he prefers the lipstick stains or hickeys. he loves when you break skin though, he's just so into it and it gets him so hot n sweaty.

also obsessed with the way you leave scratch marks down his back when he pounds into you, likes looking at them in the mirror and how they burn in the shower

when you're leaving marks around his neck you can really smell the earthy/woody scent he has.. and a faint smell of cigarettes' on him.

likes when you mark him as hes smoking a cig; two of his favorite things at the same time? sign him up

has to have some sort of grip on your thighs while you mark him, he's obsessed with your thighs.

it js makes him so horny when you have your teeth sunken down into his skin.

wants you to leave lipstick stains on the collar of his shirt or hoodie.. idk man he js loves it.

he likes to mark you

oh boy

he lifts up his mask just enough so he can bite you and taste your skin.

thighs. leaves scratches, bites, kisses all over your thighs. he just can't stop man.

begs you to let him mark you all the time, even though it lowk humiliates him.

"please, pretty. i wan' everyone to know your mine."

leaves scratch marks all over your ass and back, idk he's just obsessed with it.

the whole marking thing rlly plays into his obsession with letting everybody know your his. he's really possesive.

this one might be a lil.. yk. but if you're okay with it and let him, he likes to leave cigarette burns on your thighs. something about stubbing out a cigarette 0n you just does something to him. or he likes leaving cigarette burns on your clothes that you don't mind being ruined.

the way he marks you is just so diverse, you don't know whats next, a bite or??

also likes to spank you or js see your ass red.. seeing the pretty light red shade on your ass does something to him. when you guys are fucking he'll grip/spank your ass hard, he likes seeing his hand prints on your ass.

HOODIE

you like to mark him

when it comes to marking, hoodie and brian are relatively similar but hoodies way more kinky w/ it.

hoodie does not hesitate to do it in public. begs you to mark him all over while you guys are in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of people around.

wants you to leave them in the most noticeable places like his neck and jaw.

he just wants you all over him honestly. he wants you ontop of him littering his chest with kisses and hickies. hes so obsessed with you marking him and you can smell the strong but faint smell of cologne on him (idk how that works dont ask me)

looks down his shirt randomly just to see the marks you left on him.

every time he sees one fading he asks you to do it again.

just like ej he likes when you leave marks near the base of his dick, it just adds to the pleasure when the forming hickey is throbbing while you're sucking him off.

he likes to mark you

doesn't stop once he starts.

hes kinda a sadist tbh

doesn't do anything like cigarette burns like masky. but likes to take a smoke while you mark him. he doesn't smoke often though.

hickeys and lipstick stains are his favorite. slapping you and seeing the red slowly creep onto your face tops all of that + bruises aswell.

doesn't slap you just to inflict pain; surprisingly. he just wants to see the red marks on your pretty 'lil face

takes pictures of the marks he left on you with his camera and jerks off to them later.

praises you but also degrades you at the same time as he marks you.

"fuck, you're my cute lil' slut aren't you? so adorable with my hickeys all over her."

grips at your thighs hard while you guys are fucking; hard enough to leave dark bruises. he admires then while you sit on his lap later on.

speaking of sitting on his lap,, he loves when you're sitting ontop of him or you're on your knees infront of him as he lightly slaps you on the face, just enough to leave his handprint.

also likes spanking your ass and leaving bruises on it

squeezes your ass later to hear you wince in slight pain.

marks you while your sleeping and likes to see your reaction when you wake up

kisses the marks he leaves on you

#smut #marble hornets #marble hornets smut #eyeless jack smut #hoodie smut #masky smut #masky x reader #eyeless jack x reader #hoodie x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #masky #eyeless jack

[lordprettyflackotara]

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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[sister-lucifer]

Talk About a Mind Fuck

Tim Wright/Masky x Ticci Toby 

A COLLAB WITH @cryptidcircuswrites ! PLEASE CHECK OUT HIS VERSION HERE! 

Genre: Gore smut 

Summary: A mission goes awry and Toby is shot straight through the skull. Tim decides to take the new hole for a spin, and Toby is more than happy to let him have it. 

Content/warnings: OHHH MY GOOOOD DONT FUCKING READ THIS IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH, Toby literally gets his brain fucked, bullet hole wound fucking, explicit gore, I cannot emphasize this enough STRAIGHT UP PENIS IN BRAIN SEX, brain creampie, guns/shooting/etc, age gap but everyone is a consenting adult, fake out death, Toby vomits a little at the end, cum leaking out of face holes it should never be in, mirror sex, rough dom top Tim, Tim bullies Toby for his trauma regarding his physically abusive father, use of homophobic language/slurs, degradation, just general nastiness, very mean spirited. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. THIS IS AS DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT AS IT GETS.

A/N: if you skipped the warnings on this one or didn’t read them all the way, go back and fucking look at all of them, otherwise don’t read. 

Breaking and entering. 

It’s a routine for Tim and Toby at this point. 

Tim can brute force open any door, Toby can pick any lock, and both of them have long since shaken off any qualms about taking a life. They’re skilled at it now, neither of them ever leaving the cabin without their weapon of choice. In a line of work like this one, after all, you can never be too prepared. 

This was supposed to be easy. 

Three people in the house, a couple and their third wheel squatting in an abandoned vacation home. Bare bones interior, probably no weapons. 

Probably.

A lot of good ‘probably’ had done them. 

Toby had gone in while Tim stood watch in the doorway, just in case one of their targets tried to run out. His revolver fit into his palm like a glove, his grip confident and ready. He’s done this a million times before. 

Tim can only hear the altercation going on in the back rooms of the house, but he has a good idea of what’s happening. 

The sound of a hatchet coming down onto a throat. 

One down. 

A woman screams. Something knocks over, a shelf or a table. A splatter. Silence.

Two down.

A man cries out. Something hits the wall. Rogers swears. There’s a struggle. A gunshot rings out. 

…A gunshot. 

A gunshot?! 

Footsteps.

Fast, frantic footsteps coming down the hallway. 

Tim readies himself, aiming towards the dark hall with a hand that is far too steady. He’s holding his breath. The steps are getting closer. 

In a split second’s time the last target emerges from the shadows, Tim’s gaze zeroes in on the whites of his eyes and the trigger of his revolver is pulled by a swift finger one, two, then three times. 

The shots ring in his ears as the body falls limply to the floor, devoid of life in an instant. 

Three down. 

But still one bullet unaccounted for. 

“Rogers?” Tim calls into the hallway, stepping over the body without looking down. 

No answer.

“Rogers!” He says again, with more authority this time. 

Nothing. 

That little fucker runs his mouth like an engine at all hours of the day, but now he’s quiet? 

A stabbing pain of fear twists in Tim’s gut. 

Their ‘boss’ won’t let them die, he knows that. The pseudo immortality they’ve been given keeps their bodies functioning and regenerating even after some of the worst injuries one could imagine; he knows that, he’s felt it, and yet… 

This silence is sickening. 

He can’t stop himself from rushing into the makeshift bedroom, heavy boots on the creaky wood floor announcing his presence before he calls for his partner again. 

“Answer me, dammit, Rogers!” 

He looks around the room, scanning the blood splattered walls. Two bodies are slumped against them, opposite to each other, one with its neck severed and the head hanging on by a thread of viscera, and the other with half of its innards thrown to the floor. Neither are Toby, he knows that in an instant. 

Then his gaze trails to the center of the floor. 

The cold washes over him so suddenly he feels faint. He can feel the color draining from his face as he lays eyes on his partner, face down on the ground, a thick splatter of blood painting a moonlit halo around his head. 

Or what’s left of it, anyways.

A hastily fired bullet has carved a path through the boy’s skull and out the other side. 

Clean through. 

Tim’s body seizes with shock, disgust, grief, and everything in between, tensing so suddenly and so harshly he nearly passes out. A hand clamps over his mouth as it opens in a silent scream, a gasp that can’t escape because he can’t breathe. He rushes to the body before he can stop himself. 

“Rogers?! Rogers, get up!” He demands, but the way his voice cracks and trembles shows his true fear. He shakes his partner’s still body harshly, desperate to jar him into consciousness.

There’s no movement. 

Not a sound. 

Tim’s eyes start to wet behind his mask. He shakes harder, even bringing a fist down on his shoulder blade. 

Nothing. 

“This isn’t fucking funny, Toby!” Tim screams, landing a few more punches on his back, “I’ve seen you take worse than this, get up!” 

Not even a twitch. 

The realization settles in like splinters under Tim’s skin. 

He backs away from the body, the room spinning around him. He grasps at his face under his mask, his lungs starting to expand and restrict so fast it’s painful. There’s a searing panic burning the back of his skull and threatening to engulf his entire body. He stumbles back and falls onto one of the now bloodied mattresses their targets had been sleeping on. 

This isn’t happening. 

This isn’t happening. 

He’s not really gone.

He’s not really gone he’s not really gone he’s not really gone he’s not really gone he’s not really gone— 

A sudden noise makes Tim jump out of his skin, his eyes shooting up to find the source of the sound. 

Was that a…cough? 

He looks down at Toby’s body. 

It hasn’t moved. 

Maybe it was just air escaping, or some other weird thing bodies do after death. If he didn’t get up already, then he must be…

Tim nearly screams when Toby suddenly splutters and hacks, his body jerking as he fights for air. Tim is frozen in place as he watches the partner he thought was dead slowly struggle to get up, managing to get on his hands and knees. He coughs again, spitting onto the ground and groaning at the unpleasant but not unfamiliar sight of blood. 

“Yeugh…god, it’s in m-my nose,” Toby mumbles with a sniffle, wiping his face with his sleeve. He doesn’t notice Tim as he sits up on his knees, inspecting himself in a way that is far too casual.

…He has no idea what just happened. 

Tim can feel his eye twitching as he stands up slowly, his frenzied gaze trained on the younger man as he approaches. Toby looks up at the sound of the footsteps, and Tim has to stop himself from reacting to the sight. His body trembles as he forces himself to stay still. 

Toby’s right eye is completely gone. There’s not even a shred of the eyeball left, only a pulsing, bloody cavity he instantly recognizes as the entry hole of a bullet. 

Toby blinks up at Tim with his remaining eye. 

“S-Shit, I must’ve passed out when—bitch!—when h-he hit me, heh. What, you-you thought I was—grrrk!—d-dead for real?” Toby asks with a head tilt and an amused giggle. Tim’s eyes narrow. 

Slowly Tim turns his head, following the imaginary trail the bullet would have made based on where Toby fell. 

Right there, lodged into the decrepit wall right next to the doorway. 

The first bullet. 

Clean through, and out the back. 

Toby follows his gaze, squinting in the dark to see whatever it is his senior partner is seeing. 

“…O-Oh shit,” He mutters, “Talk about a-a close—don’t listen!—a close call—c-call—call me!—hehe…”

Tim stares back at him with a look in his eyes that says ‘You have no fucking idea.’

“…W-Why are you looking at me— a-at me like that?”

Tim looks around. For some reason, he’s not sure how to answer that. 

That is, until he lays eyes on a conspicuously mirror shaped object draped in a sheet and pushed into the corner.

Yeah, it’s easier to just show him.

Tim shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he walks over to the mirror, trying not to rush. He’s annoyed with Toby for scaring him like that and nearly bringing him to tears, even if it’s not really his fault. Maybe startling him a bit will take the edge off that embarrassment. 

Toby’s eye follows him closely as he walks, then watches as his hand slowly raises to grasp the sheet obscuring the mirror. His brow raises, curiosity piqued. 

The sheet is pulled away in an instant. The cloud of dust that results makes Toby cough, trying to wave it away from his face. He squints through the grimy mist, struggling to make out his own reflection in the mirror.

“L-Look, Tim, I don’t know what it-it is that you n-need me to—suck it! fuck you!—see, but I-I don’t— Oh my fucking God?!”

There it is. 

Toby crawls closer to the mirror, his remaining eye wider than Tim had ever seen it and the hole where the matching one would’ve been stretching gruesomely. 

Tim winces. Toby can’t feel it, even if he could feel pain normally all that nerve damage would make it numb, but Tim can’t stop imagining what it would feel like. 

“…Jesus Christ…” Is all Toby can manage as he looks at what remains of his face. He feels around the wound, getting far too close to touching the exposed insides for Tim’s comfort. Toby stares at himself for a long few moments. Tim can’t tell what he’s thinking. 

Then Toby turns to his partner, and to Tim’s surprise, he’s sporting the widest, most lopsided grin he’s ever seen, his crooked teeth stained with blood on one side where it runs down his cheek from the wound. Tim holds back a shudder. 

“The fuck you cheesin’ for?” Tim growls, walking around behind Toby to see him in the mirror, “You nearly got half your damn face blown off!” 

“Relax, o-old man!” Toby replies without missing a beat, “In a-a few days there won’t e-even be a— b-be a mark…”

Tim rolls his eyes behind his mask. That’s true, yes. An injury this extensive will take a bit to regenerate, but it’ll grow back like nothing happened. Still, Toby doesn’t even seem mildly disturbed. He practically saw himself die, and here he is giggling to himself and moving his face in odd ways just to see the horrid wound contort in the mirror. The quiet squelching noises it makes nearly bring Tim to vomit. 

“…You’re not even a little put off by the fact that…you know. You’re missing half your fuckin’ face?!” 

Toby lets out a sharp laugh at Tim’s outburst, amused by his clear discomfort. 

“Don’t be s-such a—bitch! bastard!— baby, I-I think it’s—asshole!—I think it’s k-kinda cool. Besides…”

He turns to look up at Tim, yellow teeth glowing in the moonlight that leaks in through the busted windows. 

“…I-I got a brand new hole f-for you to try out.” 

Tim gasps in disgust. Before he can think a hand comes up to smack Toby upside the head, though he immediately regrets it when a splatter of blood is thrown to the floor as Toby rocks forward. 

“Don’t say shit like that, you dirty fuckin’ pervert!” 

Toby nearly breaks out into hysterics at that, grabbing his sides as he laughs like a maniac. His tics increase tenfold at the sudden rush of energy, his fingers flexing unnaturally and tearing at his sweatshirt.

“H-How can I not?! You m-make it so f-fucking—fuck! funny!— fun, haha!” Toby replies, his voice cracking as his head jerks involuntarily in all directions.

Tim crosses his arms, huffing in annoyance but not sure what to say. He can feel his cheeks getting warm under his mask. He hates when Toby laughs at him. It pisses him off like nothing else. 

He stares daggers into Toby’s restless reflection as he leans into the mirror to inspect his wound again, mumbling to himself endlessly and doing his best to stay still. 

Toby’s rambling starts to fade out as Tim glares at his mirror image. He can feel something dark bubbling up inside of him, its vines sprawling out and over his body as he marinates in his thoughts. 

He thought he was gone. 

For a second there, he really thought he’d lost Toby for good.

And now here he is, without a care in the world, looking at his own fucking gunshot wound like it’s a new tattoo. 

Someone oughta teach this kid a lesson. 

Tim’s not sure what comes over him, but something, a nagging little thought has settled into his brain and taken root there. It thumps in the back of his skull like a heartbeat under the floorboards. He pulls one of his hands from its glove, looking down at his bare palm. 

“…You think this is all some joke, don’t you?” Tim mutters, forcing the words through gritted teeth. Toby doesn’t even turn to look at him. 

“W-Why are so damn u-uptight, old man? It’s not—grrrk!—it’s not like I d-died. Psuedo-immortality, r-remember?”

“But you could’ve. You know at the end of the day you can’t really trust anything that monster gives you. It would kill you in an instant if it felt threatened or betrayed.” 

“T-The fuck is your— i-is your problem?!”

Suddenly Toby isn’t all smiles anymore. His head jerks to the side violently, pulling a sickening pop from his neck. Tim is used to these mood swings, but that doesn’t stop the heavy tension that settles over the room. 

“Y-You’re always on my back about something, a-aren’t you old man?!” Toby hisses. Tim’s ungloved hand squeezes and flexes at his side. 

“You a-always got something to say about m-me, or what I—fucker! shit!—what I-I think, you can never j-just let me—“ 

Toby is cut off as a high pitched cry is violently forced from his throat, making his body spasm as it dissolves into an animalistic moan like neither of them have ever heard. It feels like every nerve in his body is seizing, splitting apart and contorting under his skin. He almost screams at the feeling, but he can’t manage it. He’s choking on nothing.

There’s a sickening squelch as something is ripped from the back of his skull, and he falls forward onto his hands, dizzy and struggling to breathe. 

“W-What…what the f-fuck…was…”

He can’t even finish the sentence between his inability to process the unnatural sensation that just overtook him and the indescribable feeling still rippling through his body. 

Slowly he cranes his neck to look back up into the mirror. Instantly his eye is locked onto Tim’s, but he isn’t looking back. He’s staring at something else. 

He follows Tim’s gaze down slowly, swallowing thickly with a sudden nervousness. His eye widens as it falls on the thing that has captivated Tim‘s gaze: 

His ungloved hand, the middle and ring fingers now dripping with blood and viscera not his own. 

No. Fucking. Way.

“Did…d-did you just…”

Tim doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t have to. 

For the first time in a long time, Toby is still. His twitching and jerking ceases, his face halts its uncomfortable wrenching; He’s still, and soundless. 

There’s a beat of silence where they both just stare at Tim’s bloodied hand, neither of them moving an inch. It’s like time has stopped in this instant. Toby can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his brain. Something in his chest is twisting and turning with a burning emotion he can’t quite place yet. 

He doesn’t even have time to process the sudden movement before Tim has plunged his fingers into the wound once again. 

This time Toby is forced to watch his reflection in the mirror as Tim violates the gorey cavity, thick digits rooting around inside his head and shooting a new sensation through him with every touch. His entire body stiffens, his mouth falling open involuntarily as he loses control of it. He can feel his senses being reduced to mush as he groans, the endless sound falling from his lips in unintelligible waves. It’s mindless, desperate babbling, but he can’t do anything else. 

Toby watches the depraved scene in the mirror until his eye starts to roll back in his head, further than it should be able to. Tim watches the hazel iris recede until only white is left. Only then does he finally give some reprieve, yanking his hand back and shaking off the chunks that come with it.

Toby’s head bows towards the ground as he catches his breath, his entire body rocking as he heaves desperately for air. He’s too preoccupied to notice the way Tim is leering down at him, his breathing now hot and labored. 

“…How did that feel?” 

Toby sneers at the question, not looking up. 

“H-How did it feel?! You’re d-digging around—shhhh!— in m-my fucking brain, d-dipshit, how do you— d-do you think it f-feels?!”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. I know it doesn’t hurt, so how does it feel?” 

For some reason, Toby doesn’t have an answer to that. He wants to snap back with something witty and biting, to tell him it feels like Hell and back and if he doesn’t stop he’ll scatter his brains next, but…

That wouldn’t be the total truth. 

“…It…I-It feels…” He stammers, unable to find the words. He sits back up on his knees, locking eyes with his partner in the mirror. Tim is silent. He’s anticipating the rest of that sentence. Toby thinks for a moment, a series of tongue clicks in an odd rhythm sounding as he pauses. 

“…It…I-It wasn’t bad, if that’s w-what you’re looking for.” 

Tim’s breath hitches. 

Only Toby could hear a sound so small, yet so telling. 

He has to push this further.

“A-Actually it was kind of…k-kind of good, y-you know? I-I don’t know—rrrngh!—how to explain it, but i-it just…it’s like n-nothing I’ve ever f-felt or imagined, I-I—“

Toby cuts himself off with a gasp as Tim grasps his hair tightly. His other hand moves to his belt. The sound of the metal buckle makes Toby shiver. 

Tim leans down a bit, speaking lowly to his partner. 

“Keep talking.” 

Toby’s stomach flips. 

Tim’s not giving him a choice.

“I-It’s like…fuck, it’s l-like every muscle in my— in my b-body is spasming like c-crazy,” Toby continues, watching with crazed eyes as Tim slides the belt from its loops. He grits his teeth as it clatters to the ground. 

He doesn’t want this to stop. 

He has to keep going. 

“I-It’s like f-fire under my skin, b-but I can’t feel t-the burn…” 

Tim’s hand moves to the fly of his jeans. 

“…I-I lose all control of m-my body, I can’t—fuck off!—I-I can’t even think, i-it just all turns i-into gibberish…”

Tim tugs down his zipper, and Toby can see his twitching bulge straining against his boxers. 

“…It’s l-like I can feel myself l-losing my mind, and I c-can’t do anything— d-do anything about it, I c-can’t even p-put—put it back! put it back!—put together a sentence…”

Tim hooks a thumb under the waistband of his boxers. He starts to push them down. 

“…F-Fuck, Tim, I-I wanna feel it again.” 

Toby clamps a hand over his mouth to stifle the moan that threatens to break free as he watches Tim’s erection spring free from the confines of his clothes. He’s thick and uncut, throbbing with rabid need. Toby shudders as his partner lets out a relieved groan, breathing hard under his mask. 

“S-Shit, Tim…y-your—your cock! your cock!—n-no! I mean you’re—your cock! your cock! fat cock!—dammit! I-I didn’t mean to s-say that—!”

“I’m taking you up on your offer, Rogers…” Tim growls, cutting off Toby’s attempt to explain himself. He grabs Toby’s head with both hands, fingers digging into the front of his wound on one side and the gash in his cheek on the other. This time Toby doesn’t bother to stop the moan that crawls up his throat as he feels Tim’s cock rut against the back of his head.

“…I wanna give this new hole of yours a proper fucking. What do you say?”

Toby can’t see Tim’s mouth, but he can tell he’s smiling from the way his eyes crinkle at the corners behind his mask. Toby groans at the thought. He can’t stop the crooked grin that spreads across his pale face like butter on a hot pan.

“P…P-Please, Tim,” He whispers, and he knows he’s hit a nerve when he feels Tim‘s grip tighten for a moment.

“…Please what, Rogers?” 

He figured he wouldn’t get it that easy. 

“Please, Tim,” Toby continues, sucking in  a breath and swallowing his pride, “I-I want you t-to fuck me, please—“ 

Tim ruts against the back of his head again, barely brushing his wound. He wants more.

“P-Please, fuck, I-I’m—need! give it!—I’m begging you! I need it, I-I need you to fuck m-my brains out, please!” 

Tim shifts his hips. He’s lining up at the opening. 

It’s working. 

“Please, please, p-please, Tim, I-I want you to f-fuck my brain! I n-need to—fffuck! fuck! fuck!—I need t-to feel it! Please, dammit, j-just fucking—!”

Toby doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. 

Tim shoves himself inside the bloody cavity without warning, forcing Toby’s brain out of the way as his cock enters. The scream that rocks Toby’s body is as lustful as it is carnal and gruesome. He reaches up on instinct and grabs Tim’s wrists, not trying to pull his hands away but holding on for dear life before he loses the ability to move at all. 

“You broke so easy,” Tim sneers as he bottoms out, talking over Toby’s uncontrollable moaning, “What would the others think if they saw you begging for dick like a whore on the street? Huh?!”

He punctuates his sentence with a sudden rut of his hips, making Toby yelp and his body jerk. His nails dig into Tim’s arms, and the pain is delicious. 

Tim studies the scene before him in the mirror. 

It’s disgusting. It’s horrid. He can see the tip of his leaking cock resting inside his partner’s skull. 

He doesn’t want this to end. 

He’s going to relish this opportunity, every sickening moment of it. 

“What would they think…”

Tim starts to pull back, breath trembling at the slick noises from the movement.

“…If they knew I had you whining for me like a dirty fuckin’ sissy?!”

He pushes back in with even more force than before. Blood is forced out the front of the wound, dripping down Toby’s face and onto the floor, leaving a red trail on his skin. His meaningless babbling is music to Tim’s ears.

Again Tim pulls back, faster this time, and pushes in again. He watches Toby’s face in the mirror as he finds his rhythm, completely enamored as it contorts with overwhelming sensations that no human should ever experience. His mouth is hanging completely open, his tongue limp and lying against his chin as he pants and wails desperately like a dog in heat. He’s starting to drool from the lack of muscle control.

There’s something about watching Toby quite literally lose his mind at his hand that makes Tim feel like God. 

“You know, I like you a lot better when you can’t run your mouth,” Tim says with a chuckle. He digs his fingers into the front of the wound, groping around in the cavity and feeling the pulsing meat shift under the pads of his fingertips.

“You’re lucky I’m not gonna tell anyone about this, not gonna tell the others you’re a nasty fuckin’ faggot who’s so desperate for dick you’d take it in your brain…at least someone’s finally making use of the lump of meat in your head, eh?!”

He pulls Toby’s skull back on his cock hard and fast, fucking into the hole with more fervor than he thought possible. His arms are bleeding now from where Toby’s nails are digging in, his knuckles locked up as his motor function is ripped to shreds. 

Tim’s eyes trail down the reflection as he thrusts, down to Toby’s body and stopping at the tent in his pants. There’s a painfully obvious stain on his groin now where his erection is straining against the denim of his jeans with wretched need. His precum is leaking through the material in viscous waves, a constant stream of shameful arousal. It looks like it hurts, like his zipper is about to burst, but Tim has no interest in granting him even that small mercy of freeing his hard-on. 

“Damn,” He mumbles to himself, watching the liquid pool where the tip of his partner’s cock pushes against his pants, “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you? You’re not just tolerating it to see how far I’ll go, you’re getting off on this shit! You’re a dirty fuckin’ boy slut!” 

He’s getting mean, meaner than he really needs to be, but he doesn’t care. Toby might not even be able to hear him, and even if he can, Tim’s not going to waste this chance while his partner can’t snap back. 

He ruts his hips more intentionally, trying to hit every spot he can. He’s catching on to patterns, that certain touches here or there make Toby twitch or jerk or yelp involuntarily. His eye has rolled back in his head almost completely. It looks agonizing, and it only makes Tim thrust faster. 

“Then again, in that messed up little mind of yours I bet this is nothing. You’re so used to gettin’ beat on this practically soft to you, ain’t it?! Or did your old man slam your head into the concrete too many times for you to know the damn difference?!” 

Tim’s practically screaming at him now, drool running down his chin and neck as he loses himself to the pleasure. It’s unbearably hot under his mask, but he can’t bring himself to release his death grip on Toby’s head to take it off. 

“I should’ve put you in your place a long time ago, lord knows you’ve needed it for who knows how long!” 

Tim angles his hips upward a bit, brushing against a certain spot that makes Toby tense and cry out suddenly. The thing Tim notices most, though, is the way Toby’s cock twitches in his pants. It spurts just a bit, not climaxing yet but getting dangerously close. The stain on the front of his pants is only growing with each passing second that Tim violates his brain.

“Oh, you really are disgusting,” Tim huffs, “You’re really about to cum in your pants, and I haven’t even touched your cock? That’s pathetic, Rogers.”

Tim angles his hips up again just to watch the precum gush from his partner’s tip, his stomach flipping in his gut at the thought that Toby is so, so damn close, but he can’t beg for more or touch himself or even move at all. 

“Nngh…Like hell I’m gonna let a little bitch boy like you cum first, though.” 

He takes a moment to adjust his grip. He’s preparing for the last stretch. 

The speed of his thrusting increases tenfold, completely losing all sense of rhythm. He can feel the pleasure taking him over, melting his resolve and screaming at him to go, go, go, just keeping going, go until you can’t anymore, and that’s exactly what he intends to do. 

“You better take all of my cum, Rogers,” Tim growls through gritted teeth, “Though I ain’t exactly giving you a choice, am I? You’ll take it whether you like it or not…” 

He hasn’t looked away from Toby’s face in the mirror. The sight of it twitching and frozen in a state of screaming ecstasy is like a horrific work of art. Tim’s never going to forget it. He won’t forget any of this. Every second is burned into his brain, and he’s more than happy to keep it that way.

The gory cavity is carved into the shape of Tim’s cock by now, each thrust only feeding the growing puddle of blood and viscera on the ground below Toby. That stain will stay there forever, Tim thinks. A permanent reminder of the debauchery the two of them are so gleefully partaking in. The idea of someone else finding this old house scattered with bodies, walking around and not even knowing the half of what these walls have been subjected to…

God, that’s good. 

The knot in Tim’s stomach starts to tighten. 

He can’t hold on for much longer. Neither can Toby. 

Tim angles his hips in that special way again, hitting that sensitive spot over and over and over again with each frenzied thrust. Toby’s practically soaking himself now, so close to the edge but not quite close enough to fall off, though he runs the risk with each passing second. It’s barely a matter of time. 

Faster, faster, faster, that’s the only thing Tim can think. 

More, more, more, that’s all he can think about.

Faster, faster, faster, more, more, more, more, more more more moremoremore—

“Shit!” 

Suddenly Tim throws his head back with a wild noise, his cock releasing without warning into the bloody cavity he’s been so graciously desecrating. At the same time he brushes that spot again, and it’s finally enough to give Toby his release, too, only a second later. His cum soaks the front of his now completely ruined jeans, the shameful stain running down his groin and thighs. The scream he lets out as his climax rocks his body will haunt Tim’s dreams. 

Tim’s thrusting doesn’t slow to a stop until it feels like his balls are empty. Only then does he finally go still, allowing himself to breathe. He looks up at the ceiling as he pants, letting his eyes flutter closed for a moment as his orgasm gradually washes away.

Finally Tim allows his fingers to unfurl, releasing Toby as he pulls his cock from his ruined skull. It comes back soaked in blood and sticky with viscera, taking a few chunks with it. He tries to step back, but Toby’s still gripping his wrists.

He manages to shake him off, only for Toby’s body to go completely limp and fall forward, face first onto the dusty wood floor and into the puddle of mixed bodily fluids. He twitches a bit, but doesn’t move or show any signs of life beyond that. Anyone else would think he’s dead. 

“I’m not falling for that again,” Tim mumbles with an eye roll, using his discarded glove to wipe off his now flaccid cock before tucking it back into his boxers and zipping up his pants. 

He crouches over Toby, grabbing his hair and forcing him up from the floor back onto his knees. All Toby can manage is a pathetic groan. Tim studies his partner’s fucked-out face in the mirror for a moment, watching as the blood and seed lazily roll down his cheek and chin. He can’t help but chuckle to himself.

“…Anything to say for yourself?” Tim asks teasingly, shaking him a bit.

The only response he gets is the sound of gagging as Toby retches. Tim barely moves back in time to watch him cough up a horrible concoction of blood, cum, and God knows what else without being in the splash zone. 

“Goddammit, watch it!” Tim scolds cruelly, “If you hurl on my new boots I’m leaving you like this.” 

He at least has the decency to let Toby finish before scooping up his limp, helpless body. He carries him under his arm like a log, not taking any care to be gentle.

“I’ll get you back home to Eyeless,” Tim mutters, “He doesn’t ask too many questions, and he’ll patch you up good ‘til you’re all healed…” 

Tim tries not to think too hard as he carries his partner out of the house, away from the crime scene and into the endless wooded darkness. 

All is quiet for a moment, save for the sound of Tim’s heavy steps on the dry leaves. That is, until what Tim thinks is a muffled giggle sounds from his partner. He stops and looks back, but there’s no more noise. 

Dammit, he thinks. 

Neither of us are going to be forgetting this. 

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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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[incognitonoggin]

Hi wondering if you could do them together? If not do separate and what you feel comfortable with 🙏🏼

Yan proxies with an s/o that tried escaping and failed-nsfw if you can-again only if ur comfortable

SJSHSJEHEH ANON I LOVE YOU TY FOR THE ASK!!

YANDERE PROXIES WITH A S/O THAT TRIED TO ESCAPE

NSFW . MINORS DNI

GN! READER

Includes: “Ticci” Toby, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian

TOBY

• You seriously thought you’d get away? How cute.

• The second you had kicked ‘em off of you and began to run, he was quick to yank your arm back and have you shrinking under his gaze.

• You could immediately tell he was kind of pissed, but you’re his sweetheart! He has to be patient with you.

• … Doesn’t mean he’s going to be gentle though.

• Will drag that same arm to the nearest flat surface (be it a wall for Christ’s sake) and off to pound town you go!

• Sex will be full of.. I guess.. Claiming???

• He’ll go on and on about how you’re his and how your hole(s) belong to him and how you’ll never amount to anything without him and you’re better off stuck with him (in a positive way, I suppose…)

• You’ll be left with dozens of marks afterwards and he wont hesitate to be passive aggressive and rough😭

HOODIE

• Have fun with this man!

• He’ll pull you back tightly by the waist, and drag you on into his lap

• Will yank your pants off right then and there, just barely giving you the time to process everything.

• “You want to leave? Really? How about we change that.”

• As i said in a different fic, he will be silent but you can tell by his never ending glare that if you fuck up he will NOT hesitate to get violent.

• Very fast and roughly paced. Gonna have your eyes stinging and your lips moving in a repetitive motion as you mumble your pleas

MASKY

• Why would you run away from this man WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU /HJ

• He’s running up behind ya and covering your mouth with his hands like he’s got chloroform or something on them

• It’ll feel suffocating at first, but similarly to Brian, he will just throw you down and start fucking torturing you 😔

• It’s worse compared to the others, he’d be VERY cocky (ha, get it?) about it and mock you whilst you beg.

• Lord, the repeated slamming into your hole while he yanks your hair back (damn near breaking your neck) must be so violating 😟

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[lexi0widow]

Nah because everyone says Masky gets no pussy- BUT THAT MAN GETS IT, IYWIM?

So, could i get Masky trying to rizz up his crush, and she’s just like:🫣🤭 LIKE A BLUSHING MESS. Brain shut down, she can’t talk because all she’s thinking is “oh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to me-”

her face is so red and so heated up that shit could power solar panels. She’s practically glowing-

LMFAO REAL

MASKY x READER

Its no secret that people say that Masky doesn’t pull

However when you heard this for the first time you were shocked

Fucking flabbergasted even

You’ve always had a thing for your masked companion

Even though you vowed to never tell him in the hopes of not ruining your friendship

So when you came down for breakfast morning it wasn’t suprising to see Masky sat at the kitchen island

You two greet each other as usual befor eyoy take a seat beside him

‘What are you doing today? Everyones on missions and if you’re not busy i was hoping we could chill in my room.’

‘I’m not doing anything buy now that you mention it- I’d much rather be doing you.’

You instantly go red

Where did thag come from?!?!?

Was it a joke?

How do you respond?

And then he laughs at you!

WTF???

‘Calm down darling i’m only playing.’

The nickname makes you weak at the knees

‘Though judging by the look on your face you wouldn’t mind if i wasn’t joking huh?’

You feel like you’re gonna pass out

‘I- Masky? What are you doing?-‘

He just cuts you off with a kiss

‘I’m gonna be doing whatever you want me too for the next few hours’

Hes holding your face looking at you with a sinister smirk

‘Masky- I- whats up with yoy today?’

‘M’ pretty sure i should be asking you that.’

Your mind is RACING

Hes so pretty

He smells so good

I want him

MEOW

‘I love you pretty girl~’

‘I-‘

She softens and smiles

‘I love you too Masky’

I hope that way okay!! Thank you so much for the request anon!🫶🏻

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[niphredil-14]

Could I mayhaps get some soft tim wright smut? maybe some soft breeding and/or overstimulation 👀

maybe for an FTM reader, if you do that? if not then just a GN reader would be amazing

Tim fucked in a way that made them feel everything all at once in never yielding waves of pleasure and pain in bittersweet swirls. Pressing himself deep into their core, and pulling out slowly, only to push back in at the same torturously good pace, he let out low groans and moans. He had them folded into a mating press, gentle hands rubbing comforting, loving circles into the backs of their thighs. Their wild, screamed moans only grew more frequent and broken as they neared another orgasm. They had lost count what must have been hours ago, but not once did Tim let up. He kept a slow, hard, steady pace, talking them through each round. Through fragile moans they whined out for him.

"shjhh," a garbled breath fell from their lips. "Timmy! Can't" His movements never faltered.

"You can't what, Babe?"

"Can't take it! S'too much!" Their head rolled to the side as much as it could given the position they were in.

"Oh, but you can, Baby. You've been so good for me, haven't you? You've taken all my cum, and you're gonna keep taking it, yeah? Because you're mine, and you want to be mine forever, right?" At that point, he had begun rambling, every thought in his head quickly falling from his lips, words laced with ambrosia and aphrodisiacs. "You want me to claim you, don't you, to show the whole world you're mine by pumping you full of my kids, don't you? Don't you want that?" A whine left their lips.

"Yesss! Yes, Timmy, gimme your babies! Wann'em! I wann'em!"" Their words were somehow even getting more and more slurred with each sentence they attempted to speak.

"Then don't you worry, Baby, I'm gonna give 'em to ya, and I'm gonna keep giving them to ya until the fucking sun rises. You know why?" The only response they were capable of giving him was a long, drawn-out whine. "Well, I'll tell you Baby." His movements, for the first time that night, stopped, and one of his hands left their thigh to reach forward and to cup their cheek.

"Because I love you."

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[scenezfreak]

ej toby masky hoodie ben and slenderman gangbang with bondage choking finger sucking doggystyle deepthroat sloppytoppy gyatt bounce recoil fingering creampie pussyfuck 😍

HAHGSJAJ WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

#HAGAHAHA #BOUNCE RECOIL? #smut #creepypasta #jeff the killer smut #creepypasta smut #eyeless jack smut #ticci toby smut #masky smut #hoodie smut #slenderman smut #ben drowned smut

[creepzkilla]

Hello there! May I request some Masky NSFW headcanons? I love your writing and devoured the Toby and EJ ones so fast. Feel free to make it as dark as you want!

↳˳⸙;; ❝ MASKY KINK HC'S! + BONUS ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗

Nsfw. warning-- fem! gentials not proof read, sadism, humiliation, oral, marking, gun play, corruption,

[A/N-- PLS READ. my official back to tumbler post! i will be going through my inbox of creepypasta requests-- after I am done with them all I will be not writing for creepypasta until I am back in the fandom! lately I haven't been too into the fandom and will be focusing on the other fandoms. feel free to still send in requests-- but you have until the 18th to send them in! then I will be closing any asks for creepypasta.

MASKY IS NOT A VERY AFFECTIONATE MAN—

let’s face it, he isn’t, and you’ve come to terms with that. his love language is more acts of service. you know that he'll always be there for you no matter what. doing your chores around the house-- making the bed, the little things, is how you know he loves you. but you've always found another way. sex.

sadist/ humiliation: masky is known as being brutal. someone who would do anything to get what he wants. he just loves to humiliate you-- degrading you in a public setting, making you wear a vibe to a nice dinner setting-- and he revels in your pained expressions that begged for release

oral: he adores seeing your pretty mouth wrapping around his cock with tears in your eyes. you were never good at deepthroating, it makes it even worse when he shoves his girthy cock down your throat and starts fucking it without letting you breathe.

marking: he could spend all night littering bites and hickies all along your body that will surely last days. but don't worry! once they fade away, they'll be replaced with even darker ones!

gun play: this is self-explanatory... masky loves placing his glock-19 against your temple as you go down on his cock. the fear in your eyes when his eyes meet yours is enough to get his cock hard again.

corruption: all the pastas, i feel have a sense of humanity left-- even if only a sliver. their other half--their murderous persona's take pleaser in seeing the innocent face of their new fuck buddy be taint by their corrupted hands. masky partially is rough with his toys, fucking their holes as long as he wants, using them as practically a fleshlight.

stretching: he loves stretching out your tight walls with his girth as your hands claw against anything you can find. you’re pussy if just so tight

MASKY HAS DEFINENTLY TRIED TO CONVINCE YOU TO A THREESOME--

i mean, how could you blame him? he just wants to flaunt your perfect little body and face. so why not let someone else have a turn with you? just to let them know how good he has it with your divine mouth and pussy. to be honest, he pities anyone who hasn't experienced you in your entirety. esp, your pussy.

5 INCHES ISNT ALL THE BIG, BUT A GIRTH OF 7 INCHES--

is fucking insane. im serious 7 inches for the circumference of a dick is massive. built like a coke can. masky is so girthy that he has to stretch you out first before having sex with you or his tip won't even go in. sometimes when he can't wait anymore, he just shoves it in with no warning as tears brim your eyes and your hand grabs the nearest thing it can.

—-ˋˏ [‘in through your nose, out through your mouth’] ˎˊ

--("mmm, p-please hurry up and stretch me out already.." desperate moans fell from your mouth as your thighs ached from your position. your head; shoved into the pillow as you used your arms for extra comfort with your ass up in the air.

the tightness in your stomach increased with every moment as you laid buried in the satin pillow sheets. a thick warm substance ran down your tired legs, seeping out of your hole-- a sign that you are more than ready to take your lovers cock in full. yet, he seemed to be taking his sweet time.

the killer was utterly enthralled by the sight in front of him. his hands traced the curves of your ass in an almost desperate attire that sent shivers down your spine. his thumbs stretched apart your ass, showing off your heat that was soaked in your own excitement. he marveled at the thought of you getting off to him, its only been a mere 10 minutes, and you're already this wet. its a marvel to him.

you feel his hands prying you open, displaying you perfectly in front of him. it was like you could feel his hungered gaze burying in your skull, into your hippocampus; therefore it being permanently ingrained into your memory. this moment-- filled with nothing but lust, and hunger as he stared at your heat as if it was on a golden platter, made from the finest gold.

"y'know... youre just so fucking pretty," you practically moaned at his words as his hands run through your tangled hair, giving it a harsh tug, making you hiss, "have I ever told you that?" he sneered almost, lust and anger mixed in between. he was angry at himself for taking his precious time playing with you-- worshipping you, but he couldn't bring himself to just fuck you, no he needs to savor this. he needs this memory to be ingrained into his very being so he can just replay this--sight, over and over again.

"please... please i need you--" a desperate whine fell from your mouth, you felt as if you could explode. the knot in your stomach tightens with the very thought of his cock entering your body, if anything you could cum on that thought alone-and you might- if he didn't hurry up.

masky sighed before taking a deep breath. he positioned his cock at your aching entrance, brushing against your folds ever so slightly, sending tingles down your spine. he about just came right then and there, you're just so fucking wet. but that doesn't mean its gonna be easy getting it in.

"imma need you take a deep breathe for me okay?" you obeyed, taking a deep breathe, letting your chest rise and fall- preparing.

this cock pries at your entrance, struggling to get in. even with your pussy being so wet, you still didn't want to open up for him. by now, some time had passed as he tried to get it in but, to no avail. he was beyond annoyed at this point, just wanting to fuck you dumb on his thick dick.

with his patience wearing thin, he shoves his cock in with no warning-- slipping past your pussy with ease. a curdled scream rips through your throat as it slowly morphed into scattered whines and moans.

"breathe through your nose, out through your mouth, hun." you hear the flick of a lighter and the smell of cigarettes permeate the room. you always hated when he smoked in the bedroom (despite how good he looked fucking you with a cig in his mouth)-- it always ruins the complete mood. (you could imagine what he looked like, a cig loosely y hanging from his lips as his muscles flex with desperation-- almost like he's holding back.) but your mouth was too busy to form any coherent words as an endless barrage of moans cascade from your lips-- and he's only stretching you out... he hasn't even begun fucking you yet.

masky could cum right now if he wanted to. with your tight pink walls stretching so good against his thick cock, if he could he would be able to stretch you out like this every moment of every day. it just feels so good-- he almost forgot he needs to begin fucking you. he hasn't even started fucking you yet and he already needs to cum? how pathetic is that? he balls ached how much he needed to cum.

"well, i hope your ready because im ready."

"w-wait it still hurts--"

"remember? in through your nose, out through your mouth...now breathe."

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[the-floral-perspective]

His Best Girl | Tim/Masky

Warning: p in v, overstim, oral f receiving, mad Tim/Masky, Tim/Masky wanting to reward his favorite girl, soft dom Tim/Masky

x Fem! Reader

Tim had came home angry today, muttering something about Jeff and a missed target. You knew his special business, and didn’t really care. That’s probably why Tim liked you so much, you were so bright, and he wanted to protect your flame.

His counterpart, Masky, was much more possessive. Though, today you had Tim, an irritated Tim in need of relaxation.

“Hey baby,” you murmured against his chest, hugging him softly from the doorway he just came through.

“Hey babe,” his tense face relaxed and he kissed your forehead. You looked up at him cheekily.

“What’re you giving me that look for, sweets—“ he was cut off by your gentle kiss. Savoring the moment, he held you by the jaw and pulled your face away.

Tim stared at you adoringly for a couple seconds and kissed you back lightly. You had attempted to speed up, but his only reaction was putting a hand around your neck and the other around your waist. He controlled your pace gently.

“What’re you so desperate for, huh?” Tim laughed lightly, breaking away.

“Did you miss me?” He asked, you nodded your head in a defeated manner, pouting at him.

“Aw, you’re so cute, baby. Can I see how wet you are? I know you like it when my hands on your neck…”

“Please,” you muttered, looking up at him.

Tim hummed and continued your sweet kisses, his hand that was on your waist made it into your pants. Your pajama shorts making his job easier. He rubbed the outside of your underwear, causing you to shiver in the kiss.

Teasingly, he tapped at your clit, to which your body jolted with. Tim chuckled lightly at your bodies movements, he knew you couldn’t help it. Slowly, he made his move around the house and into your bedroom, dragging you along with him.

There was a switch. Tim paused after he let your body rest on your silk baby blue comforter. The sun casting beautiful stories on your body through the blinds. Your legs were spread as you laid back, shorts halfway on and shirt all the way up.

Tim’s eyes were darker, and you knew it was now Masky. He took a second to search his surroundings before his eyes laid on you. Masky chuckled deeply, “aren’t you such a good girl?”

“Y-yes,” you muttered. You took off your shirt and shorts while you were at it. Masky taking quick notice of the wet patch between your legs on your underwear.

Masky mockingly pouted, “aw, need me to take care of you? Poor baby, can’t even take care of herself…”

You bucked your hips to him, in response he slipped off your underwear quickly and spread your legs forcefully wide. The cold air on your leaking cunt made you shiver, but it was quickly replaced by Masky’s warm tongue.

It was a sick game, really. Masky played with your folds for a bit, soaking up your taste before he really went in for his meal.

He switched inbetween your clit and back to your aching hole. Eventually though, he stuffed his thick fingers in you and curled them upwards. The ridges of his knuckles hitting your walls deeply as he sucked on your clit.

Masky continuously licked upwards at your clit and circled it, creating a cruel pattern of pleasure. Your ambrosia dribbled down his chin and hand as your wet came out of you with every thrust.

Your mind grew hazy at his routine, stomach seeming to tighten as he sped up to near impossible speeds.

That was one thing you liked about Masky, he was way more durable for long sex and was near impossible to satisfy quickly. He always needed more of you.

Eventually, your back arched and the cord in your body cut. Your pussy fluttered against Masky’s repetitive movements, and you didn’t know how to react to the pleasure.

“Cmon, honey. Make it to at least three for me and we’ll be done, alright?” He mumbled into you, not giving you a break from his pleasurable torture.

“I-I’ll—ngh— try!” You whimpered out as Masky sped his pace once more.

You could feel your slick exiting your body from your previous orgasm, Masky only soaked it up in his mouth. His chin dripping onto the comforter. They’d have to wash that later.

With already orgasming, you could quickly feel your second one approaching. Especially with how Masky was sucking in your pussy, he practically bathed in it. You’ve never seen him this desperate before.

You couldn’t keep still, your legs continuously clenched and unclenched. You had attempted to shut them, but Masky wouldn’t allow that.

Masky made sure to eat you good and well before he’d fuck you. By the end of his attacks on your cunt, you were shaking relentlessly and body constantly twitching from cumming so much.

Jesus, you were so hot to him. “Do you think you could handle one more baby? Just one more,” he practically whined out in a husky breath.

Masky humped you through his jeans, now leaning over your body. His head lay in the nook of your shoulder. Your pussy fluttered as his jeans came into contact.

“Y-Yes, but quick-“ you had mumbled back quietly, letting out small whimpers as his jeans nudged you.

Desperately, Masky unzipped his pants. He never took his clothes off, it made him strangely horny to see you so lewd while he remained modest.

He tapped his dick on your clit a couple times, relishing in watching your pussy tense before slowly starting his way inside.

Masky’s cock was thick, though not too long. Only about 5-6 inches, but the girth always had you panting. It didn’t hurt much, only a light burn before he started speeding up.

“Remember, sweets, only one-“ Masky was cut off by his own moan.

“God you’re so tight for me baby. My sweet girl, god. You make me feel so good— ngh!”

You could feel yourself practically milking his cock, he was pulsing inside you. “G-god I could just be in you forever.”

His face was so pretty when I’m the moment, ironically he was thinking the same about you. Your hair had rested like a halo upon your head, contrasting the bed comforter.

The sun had started going down, but a small peak of sunlight had made you seem like a goddess to him.

Masky had gotten more desperate as his orgasm crept up to him. His pelvis hitting your clit lightly, causing you to jerk with every thrust on accident. He celebrated these accidents though.

You could feel yourself getting tighter, feeling as if you were about to burst. Masky the same. He never thought he could find a women like you.

As the two of you shared an orgasm, Masky thought about how bad he was at words. He could never get out how much he appreciated you, but he could always show it through actions. Masky could never get enough of how sweet you were, literally.

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[milkycarnations]

Kinktober 2022

|Week Three| Masky x afab!reader | camgirl, cockwarming, object insertion | 1,785 words

kinktober masterlist | depraved, panty stuffing, anal, no actual sex just masturbation, but masky likes to pretend he's there, he's also mildly threatening but reader isn't picking up on it, "he's your top donor" trope, sexwork, reader is spoiled and lowkey a brat, cybersex, masks, uncreative usernames, porn with too much plot?

Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. I am in love with this man, can you tell? brainrotbrainrotbrainrot. Also thinking this could make a great short fic about him coming to find you irl...

He had become your vice.

It only started about six months ago, but when living in the moment, six months is a hell of a long time. You were broke, needed money, and shit on your luck in terms of job applications. With no time left to waste, you put what you had left to good use and bought a microphone and a webcam. You liked to say it was the best decision you've ever made.

Maybe it was a coincidence, but you hit the algorithm well and hard within your first two months. You weren't by any means rich, but after your prior living situation, you felt like a god coddled and cozy on Mount Olympus. You could afford a cheap apartment in a nice neighborhood, a great computer, and the means to further expand your business endeavors. By that, you mean nearly every and any toy imaginable that you could fuck yourself with.

Things really started to turn around when you noticed your regulars. Donations from the same name surely brought attention, but it really hit that sweet spot inside of you when a particular chatter donated a couple hundred nearly every stream. Nothing made you hornier than money and a man eager to please.

He often made requests in chat: outfit changes, toy changes, etc. It wasn't unusual. Until he offered something a bit more personal.

You shouldn't have agreed. It was probably dangerous. He could be a stalker. Regardless, after sifting through piles and piles of rude and horny (and sometimes both) emails you saw his offer and everything about it was so tempting. Private video chats. He was offering an entire month's rent worth per session. Above all, something about him enamored you. For lack of a better explanation, it felt naughty and scandalous and you nearly immediately sent an email back scheduling your virtual rendezvous.

Tonight was the night and you were bubbling with excitement. You'd never done a private show before. You'd grown little shame with your body and with sex, but now you felt like a virgin timid on their first fling.

Your room was your stage and you checked it thoroughly before you got ready to cam. No identifying details (though you hardly even kept your keys in your room anymore) and nothing embarrassing strewn about the floor. You emptied your trash can, grabbed some towels for clean up, and began to dress your set.

His email was straight to the point about his wants. He wanted you comfortable in that short silky robe you wore only sometimes and asked you to keep your toybox on stand-by. You always did, but the way he asked so kindly, yet so sternly did all good things to your pussy.

You sat at your desk chair as you waited, double and triple checking that you had everything you needed. You glanced over to the lube on your desk. Usually, you'd lube yourself up a bit before starting a show. It saved some time on cam and gave the pervs out there the idea that their favorite camgirl is the horny dream they've always wanted. Tonight, however, you hardly needed any. Still, you were avoiding any foreplay until later. You didn't want to waste any potential to make him a contact that kept coming back for more and more.

Soon enough, a notification pinged on your desktop.

themaskedman: we still on for tonight?

You stared at the message for a moment before responding. You were really doing this? You let him know you'd open the private room whenever he was ready. Before you knew it, you were to be naked for a crowd of one.

It was a simple video call - unaffiliated with your camming site. Both your mics were on, but his own camera was disabled. It was immediately strange having someone truly feel there on the other side of your nighttime shenanigans.

You leaned back in your chair, pulling your legs up to rest on your seat as you greeted him. For the first time ever, you had a voice to the username - and it was warm like whiskey and a paycheck.

"Any way in particular that you wanted to start tonight?"

"You can open your robe for me."

You smiled sheepishly as you slowly untied your robe strings. You pulled the front aside, popping your tits out and splaying your legs out over the arms of your desk chair.

"Any toy you'd like to see me with first?"

"Can I make an weird suggestion?"

His question at first unnerved you. You weren't saintly, far from it, but you'd seen the depravity of the internet.

"It depends. What do you have in mind?"

"I want you to grab a pair of panties. You have quite the collection, I know you have a favorite. Grab that one."

You did as he said, grabbing your nicest one from your drawer, feeling wrong walking away from your camera.

"What now?" you'd asked.

"Play with yourself. Get them wet and messy. But don't put them on,"

Though odd, the request was exciting. You took your time the following minutes, using your hands and a flashy pink vibrator wand on your clit, bunching the fabric between them. The pervs thought the pink vibe was cute and it packed a good punch. Double whammy - twelve settings. You certainly heard a noise or two coming from his side as you went on and tried your best to talk dirty to a man without a name. Your toy did quick work, making you drip all over yourself and wet the cloth. You didn't tell him, but a majority of your physical state was his doing. His sudden speaking startled you.

"I want you to stuff them inside of you."

You stumbled for a moment, his words hitting a second too late. Your face flared as you stayed still, panties in hand. Were you hearing him right?

"C'mon. You don't mind filling your dripping cunt for me, right?"

You moaned for him.

"Of course I don't,"

Admittedly, you'd never done something like this before, but it made you ache like crazy just thinking about it. You set your vibrator down, insisting on making a good show out of the act. You grabbed a corner of the underwear and rubbed your clit with it one last time before using your finger to start shoving it inside of you.

It felt almost exactly as you imagined it to. It certainly did well at absorbing your cum and grool, making it almost unpleasantly dry. The mental and visual image was the real kicker. For the first time in months, you felt slutty.

It didn't take long for them to be entirely inside you, yet you left a small bit poking out so he could see the hint of color against your skin. The whole time he offered small praises and words of encouragement. Could this really be too good to be true?

"I'll give you fifty if you send those to me when you're all done making a mess of yourself."

You tried to laugh off how sexy the offer was. You hadn't sold used underwear either, but you'd just might start.

"Aw, only fifty? What if I wanted to watch you, too? So inconsiderate."

"How about a hundred and we make it a playdate."

At the end of his sentence, his camera switched on. His camera was aimed at his cock, but the sliver of his face that you could see was covered by some kind of mask. Living up to his username, you guessed. He wore a sweatshirt and a pair of thick sweats that were pulled down past his dick. You felt high and dizzy and you wanted nothing more than to come in front of him.

"A hundred it is, what else can I do for you?"

"Why don't you warm a dildo in your ass and we can both pretend it's mine? Try not to move and you can keep getting off with that vibrator you've got."

You bit your lip, trying not to freak out.

"You're a man with good taste,"

"Stop trying to flatter me. Seeing you cum just for me is going to be more than enough,"

You watched as precum dripped down his length. He looked big and rather thick. You rummaged through your toys, looking for a dildo that you felt matched him best. Though you had done anal enough to feel comfortable jumping into it, you still needed to lube and stretch yourself a bit. You saw him stroke himself as you wet your fingers and played with your ass.

"That's good, get yourself ready for my cock, baby."

You whined, eventually lubing the toy as well. You placed it under you and slowly sank onto it. Your clit was sensitive, your ass was full, and your cunt was stuffed with panties all because he told you to. You bottomed out and reached for your wand. You rubbed it over your clit a few times, teasing yourself before turning it on again.

He started to fuck his hand, the mask still covering his face. You wondered if he planned to show himself to you.

"Where'd you get your mask?" You asked offhandedly. Maybe he had some sort of mask kink. You were starting to understand why. You knew everything about him, yet nothing at all.

"It's not safe showing your face to strangers. Don't you know?"

You giggled, bumping the wand up to a higher setting.

"You've gotta get it all the time. A pretty face like that - all your neighbors must know you're a slut behind camera. Aren't you scared?"

"I keep myself safe," you said, "what are you scared of little old me?"

He swore as he watched you squirm over the dildo beneath you, continuing to pump into his hand.

"We both know if we saw each other we'd fuck on sight. Nothing to be scared of about that."

You gasped, leaning into your chair, legs tensing up.

"You gonna cum for me? Cumming for a stranger you just met on camera?"

You nodded your head, unable to stop yourself from letting out pathetic whimpers and gasps.

"C'mon. Ruin yourself for me. Cum on my cock."

You pushed into your orgasm, keeping the vibrator flush against you as your legs shook and you bucked up. You kept going as you rode it out, letting the wand overstimulate you until you couldn't handle the vigor anymore. It hummed softly as you pulled it away from you, your pussy still convulsing around your panties and the toy in your ass spreading you open.

You glanced at your monitor and saw as he too came, his cum covering his hand as he palmed himself.

"So about those panties,"

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[lordprettyflackotara]

Creepypasta Masterlist:

Jeff the killer:

criminal

—> the one where Jeff robs a bank and you’re the cute bank teller

Eyeless Jack:

till dawn || part two ||

—> the one where ej needs shelter from the rain and keeps your bed warm in exchange

Proxies

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[incognitonoggin]

TW. THEMES OF CNC AHEAD

YANDERE! TOBY SHARING YOU WITH MASKY AND HOODIE

NSFW WARNING . MINORS DNI

GN! READER

Includes: “Ticci” Toby, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian

TW: Sexual aggression, Themes of CNC, ETC

Just to mention, this fic isn’t solely sex based??? I don’t know how to describe it but it’s not meant to make your toes curl im just keeping it more realistic in this one !!

Honestly, coming from a man so hellbent on claiming you as his, he’s insane for doing this.

Their hands all over you, the words and names sputtering out of their mouths is just so, so overwhelming.

The fast paced thrusting you can feel twisting inside of your heat, the deadly tight grip on your hips, everything. All of it.

“Fuck, this slut is so good for me. You got an awful good one, Toby.” The one that’s taking you says. His name, you think is Tim? God, honestly you can’t remember anything anymore.

All you remember is being dragged to some abandoned shed and cornered by that creep,— Toby.

Then he brought these two along, and-

And this.

—————

The man before you has been rutting into your hole for quite some time now, and your hair is all messy with your limbs sore and worn out

You feel him pull away right as you felt your back begin to arch, and your hole(s) tense up, and the warmth of his presence is replaced with an unfamiliar one.

Brian? Is that the mans name?

Being so used and fucked for so long is bound to make you feel all murky in the stomach

Maybe it’s because of all of the cum literally lingering inside of you.

He nips and laps at the available spots of your neck, causing more sensation to trickle over your (already overstimulated and exhausted) body.

He enters your sopping wet hole, and doesn’t even hesitate to warm you up or anything,— just goes to the pace of his liking

Once you’re brought to another whiny and despaired orgasm, the man you know and hate love returns over to you.

Toby.

He greedily and hungry begins to ravish you, leaving sloppy and overdone kisses all over your sweaty and sticky face

You feel the hilt of his tip graze over your hole, preparing to take him in.

You sigh and shiver.

Tonight is going to be a long night.

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[hatemekindsirr]

I MEED TO VENT:

MASKY(TIM J, WRIGHT) IS NOT A CREEPYPASTA AND NEITHER IS HOODIE(Brian Thomas); let me explain. Tim Wright is something from marble hornets that was contacted in 2009. marble hornets is A mini series that conforms into a analog horror/Slasher genre concept.

The operator is NOT slender man. It was concepts from the idea of Slenderman and turn it into something else. Slenderman is a being that can very much do anything at it once and has the urge to kill everything and everyone. The operator drives the people around it to kill each other, and mostly only appears on cameras it seems.

 and I’m really tired of scrolling through my feed trying to get a Tim Wright x Reader without being how he is a creepy-pasta. And too all that don’t know Plus, if you put the cheesecake joke into your fanfics; it was a fat joke made by Redditor’s in 2012 with marble hornets had a sudden burst of popularity.

And me personally as a person who loves marble hornets and loves Tim wright And Brain Thomas, I am very much sure that I am not the only one that’s a little pissed off by this. if you like Tim wright and you like Brian Thomas please watch the series and understand that most the concepts you’ve heard has probably either been wrong or misconception.



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[lexi0widow]

Yo, wassup- I’m sliding back in here-

Could I get some general nsfw HC’S for Masky with an alt!S/O? Like, she wears chains, chokers, she got them fishnet stockings. The whole nine yards-

Thank you, and, as always, feel free to dilute/take some parts out, and have a great day/night!

hello my lovely sorry this took so long i’ve just made it home

WARNING!: these are NSFW headcannons!! if that makes you uncomfortable feel free to skip past this post !afab reader!

MASKY x ALT!SO

Bros kinky asf

The kinda guy to just rip through your fishnets instead of taking them off

Using those chains against you

Will 100% pull them (gently and safely!)

Gets you a choker with his name on it

Wants you to keep the stockings on during sex

Something about them just riles him up

One day he just wakes up in the mood and when you come down in your outfit looking all pretty he just pulls you to his room and takes you right then and there

Another guy whos big on consent

He needs to know that you’re okay with everything that hes doing

Especially if it’s rough

100% has a safeword

Hes into choking

Sorry but its true

Loves the pretty noises that you make for him

Hes probably more of a groaner

Will whimper if hes really into it

But he has to be like really fucking horny to do that

Petnames

Will call you anything

Whore, Slut, His girl, Cumdump

Probably more into degrading but will praise if you ask him too

He has his preferences but hes willing to try anything thay you ask him too

Will make you cum before he even thinks about it

Wants to please you

<33

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