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spittingbloodandscreaming · 4 months

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can u do cis alex k. x cis male reader smut where alex spanks the reader and perchance piss play like reader being forced 2 piss themselves pretty pretty plz :3

WARNINGS: piss, semi-public? you're in the woods, humiliation, brosex?

thanks for the 10 bucks!! Sorry it took me a while to spit this out, so i hope you like it! sorry I totally forgot to incorporate the spanking

"Alex, I need to piss dude."

You and Alex have been out in the woods since about 10 AM, working on his student film Marble Hornets. It's now 2:30, and you've had to pee for the last hour or so. And you’ve been complaining about it for that long, too, but Alex is getting increasingly annoyed.

“Then go behind a tree or something, we're in the woods,” Alex says, rolling his eyes as his warm breath turns into fog around his face. He holds his camera up to a dead tree, for some reason. He's responded this way for the past hour, disregarding your basic human need to pee. He couldn't care less if you end up wetting your pants. In fact, it might even serve as a 'I told you so' moment. That’s what he tells himself. Though, secretly, he has a different, less passive-aggressive motive behind wanting you to lose control.

“No! I’m telling you, that’s weird! What if a bird or a squirrel sees my dick or something.” Alex just rolls his eyes, completely choosing to ignore your genuine concerns of indecent forest exposure other than letting out an indignant sigh. You huff, kicking a tree stump only a few feet away from the tree Alex was focused on. Really, he could care less about whether you pissed your pants or not. He might even like it, it could be a good ‘I told you so’ moment. That’s what he told himself, anyway. In reality he’d like you pissing your pants for a very different, significantly less passive aggressive reason.

As the next twenty minutes tick by, Alex is reaching his breaking point of annoyance, while you're bursting at the seams with urine. Shifting your weight back and forth, you continue 'whining', as Alex puts it, about needing to pee. Your absolute refusal to pee in the woods, while logical to you, is making Alex's filming process harder. So, it's either shut up and pee in the woods or shut up and wet your pants. Unfortunately for Alex, you're not complying with either of those options. You’re so uncomfortable; the pressure in your bladder is borderline unbearable.

“Dude, you're being really stupid right now,” Alex says, his back turned to you before he turns around, looking at the screen of his camera and periodically glancing up at you. “I mean, you seriously can’t be that against— did you just piss yourself?” Alex looks down to the very obvious. and, a decently large soaking wet spot in your pants. Your face is flushed a bright red as you look down to your pants, then moving your gaze down to stare aggressively at dead leaves. You’re completely over loaded with embarrassment, focusing on the nearest possible escape plan even though Alex had driven the both of you here. You hear Alex’s mildly sadistic cackling. What a supportive friend. “Dude! That’s really fucking embarrassing for you!” Alex nudges you a bit, taking time to catch his breath. “C’mon, look at me. That’s honestly really pathetic.” This is the part where you remember how much of a dick your friend is.

And even worse than the embarrassment is the way your body reacts to it.

You immediately cover your face with your hands, feeling the heat radiating off your bright red cheeks as Alex picks back up his howling laughter. “No, just— just shut the fuck up right now.”

“No way! You seriously got a boner over pissing yourself in front of me?” Alex laughs harder, doubling over slightly as he does so. As Alex's cackling dies down, he collects himself and places his camera down on the tree stump. “Okay, okay we'll talk about that in a second, but don't you have a change of clothes in my car?” Alex speaks a little more genuine, but his voice stays laced with condescension. You shake your head in response to his question, cursing yourself for trying to save space in your bag.

Alex lets out a huff, pausing for a moment before clearing his throat. “Well, you probably don't wanna stay in those pants, y'know. It's gonna get cold soon and wet clothes are worse than none.” Alex tries to disguise his attempt at seeing you half naked and humiliated with half hearted concern. You saw what he was trying to do, but he was right. Any breeze that passed was absolutely freezing. So, with shaky hands(partially due to the cold, and partially due to your body radiating with embarrassment), and multiple thoughts telling you it was a bad idea to strip from the waist down in front of your friend, you unbutton your jeans and make very slow work of pulling them down. All the while, Alex is looking down at you with a strange amount of amusement on his face.

After a fair amount of time spent struggling to get your pants off over your shoes, you reluctantly look up at Alex. He takes a moment to adjust his gaze away from your crotch, only bringing more awareness to the fact you're sporting a hard-on in wet underwear. The look he gives you alone is enough to tell you to ditch those too, and so with a sigh, you do so. Now standing in the middle of the woods, half naked in front of one of your best friends, you begin to question just what led you here.

A train of thought that is, of course, quickly interrupted by Alex's horny gawking.

“You're really just on full display now, aren't you?” He takes a step closer, pushing up his glasses. He hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you way too close to him considering the situation. He's very liberal with his free hand as he continues to talk, ignoring how rigid your body gets at the sudden contact. “It's… not that big.” He takes the opportunity to grab your dick in his hand, only wrapping a few of his fingers around to further emphasize his point. The redness in your face deepens as you shudder. You'd look away if you hadn't already been aggressively avoiding looking at Alex the entire interaction.

Alex begins to move his hand, going all the way up your shaft and back down, moving devastatingly slow. He couldn't help but lean in to kiss you, and you would've pulled away, you really would've but, he was just so intense, it'd be a sin to pull away. Unless, of course, it was for Alex to talk more. “You're such a fucking loser you know that? Getting a boner all because you pissed yourself? Or was it ‘cause you pissed yourself in front of me?” Alex doesn't give you a chance to respond before he pulls you even closer and kisses you again. He speeds up his hand, sufficiently getting you to moan into the kiss, and he takes that chance to force his tongue into your mouth. Alex places a firm grip on the back of your neck, kissing you roughly as his other hand returns to the slow, steady pace he had set before. You throw your arms around Alex’s neck, getting weirdly into the situation you have yourself in.

Alex only lasts a few minutes like that before he flips you around, pushing you against the closest tree and pulling your hips against his, forcing you to bend over. He reaches a hand around, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth. He presses down on your tongue, keeping his fingers in your mouth for a few more seconds before taking them out ever so slowly. He puts his free hand on your hip, fingertips digging harshly into the flesh. His other hand finds your entrance, wet fingers pressing into you, pulling an extended whine from your throat. You hear Alex undoing his belt as he works you open, followed by a long sigh as he removes his fingers from your hole and replaces them with the tip of his cock. Are you adequately prepped? Probably not, but at least he had the decency to try.

Alex hissed, sucking in a long breath through his teeth as he bottoms out inside of you. He barely gives you any time at all to adjust as he starts rough right off the bat. The side of your face presses against the tree with every one of his thrusts, and there's drool dripping down your chin from both your inability to close your mouth properly at the moment, and because of just how good he feels inside of you.

You aren’t sure how long Alex has been inside of you at this point, but his pace has become unbearably fast, and his thrusts are so hard they’re shaking the few remaining leaves off the dead tree he has you positioned against. Each moan you release is laced with quiver as you make an attempt to tell Alex how close you are, but he seems to catch on. He reaches a hand around to hook his fingers into your mouth, making it impossible for you to form any words at all as he growls.

“C’mon, you pissed all over yourself, right? You can cum all over yourself for me, too, right?” You do your best to nod, drooling all over Alex’s hand as you moan loud enough to surely be heard from any nearby trails. Alex’s hips start to stutter, too, a sign that he’s without a doubt close to filling you up. You still cum before him, of course. Your muscles spasm, your legs buckling and struggling hold you up. It only takes a few more thrusts for your dick to twitch, sending spurts of cum that hit both your stomach and the tree you're pressed against.

It can’t be more than a minute before Alex’s hips stutter, filling you with his hot cum, rutting his hips into you as he does so. Once his movements completely stop your chest is heaving. He slips his fingers out of your mouth, panting as he wipes your spit onto your shirt. He leans into you, holding you up by your hips as you let your upper half relax into the tree that's been oh so graciously supporting you this whole time.

“I’m so glad you pissed yourself, dude.”

“Shut up,” you’d be more irritated if you could muster the energy for it, but all you can gather is an exasperated sigh.

“We really should do this again sometime,” Alex says, his voice still breathy as he kisses the top of your head.

#alex kralie #marble hornets #alex mh #alex kralie x reader #marble hornets x reader #slenderverse #slenderverse x reader #alex kralie x male reader #marble hornets x male reader #male reader #x male reader #alex kralie smut #alex kralie x male reader smut #marble hornets fanfic #request #i got paid for this

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1-800-cr33py · 1 year

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Evan and Habit hcs for a reader with Generalized Anxiety Disorder? Conflict, sudden or loud noises, the feeling of being watched, large crowds, or a bunch of energy in one room, all of that is ✨bad✨

I hope you’re having an awesome night :] (side question do you write for Jeff from EMH?)

I would love to start writing for Jeff! Sadly, no one has requested him yet! Also I love this request because I was diagnosed with GAD a few years ago!

Onto the headcanons! Tw for mentions of mental illness,breakdowns, the nasty side of mental illness, Habit

Evan

Evan knows how loud he and his friends can be, so when you explain to him that sudden, loud noises and large groups aren’t something for you, he doesn’t take it to heart when you don’t hang around the group much; but he appreciates the days you do.

He understands the feelings of being watched, he’s experienced it since he was young, so Evan will happily check the house and any dark spaces for you; he also does it for himself, weird shit has been happening and he just wants everything to be safe for you.

Evan’s had a meltdown many times in his years, he knows to leave you alone when you need him to just be there when he needs to. He’ll talk to you through the door if you need him, or he’ll just sit in the farthest corner of the room silently if you need him. It’s things like that, that can reassure someone.

He doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed or less than when you can’t handle public situations, whether it be because you’re sensitive to high energy or people just make your mind feel like static, he’ll understand! Evan will gladly take movie dates in his house over some overcrowded and loud movie theater anyday!

Evan will order take out, or whatever you both are in the mood for, dust off some old gaming console or board game and call it a date.

1000/10, manifesting a man like this in my life

HABIT

Habit is a slimy fuck, but he’ll understand. I feel like you not leaving the house often is a blessing due to his line of ‘work’. It keeps you ignorant and safe.

Habit can be loud, so if you need a break, please by all means take one.

I feel like Habit prefers you in the house, for one he can keep track of you, two, its safer. You don’t have to get in between him and his objectives! Win-win in his opinion.

Both Evan and Habit like to spoil you rotten, weighted blankets, teas, candles, anything that they think will soothe your nerves.

Habit purrs, and he likes to pull you to his chest when he does, to him it’s his way of soothing you and calming your nerves. It’s a demon- Eldridge entity thing.

He means well, but he can be insensitive, teasing you, poking fun.

Habit likes your at home dates. He doesn’t like mortals. (Worth you being one of the few exceptions), so having you curl into his side and cackle at some stupid cheerleader running from Jason is his go to.

Habit will check the house if you feel like you’re being watch, begrudgingly. He’ll be over the top, knife in hand, borderline shouting at ‘What ever the FUCK is in his house, needs to get the fuck out” It’s endearing, in a bloodthirsty kind of way.

7/10, could be better but hes….him

#emh x reader #habit everymanhybrid #habit x reader #evan jennings x reader #emh evan #emh evan x reader #slenderverse x reader #emh headcanons #habit headcanons #1800cr33py #requests are open #anon request #anon answered

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oddballwriter · 11 months

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could i get a habit + evan with an autistic reader who has a horror special interesr? :3

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Warnings: HABIT is here

Author’s Snip: My autistic (I'm diagnosed) ass is so happy that I got this. Sorry for the wait, I've been getting out of my finals funk and all of that.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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HABIT

Loves it honestly

He's a bit mean and picks on you about how invested you are about horror but in the way that HABIT is lightheartedly teasing you

He mainly tease you about being interested in fictional horror when he could show you the real thing

I say this only semi-seriously but honestly, he is the evil autism creature, I've seen memes about it on here. You bitches agree

Evan

Honestly, him too

Evan is like... there's something about him as a character that just is so neurodivergent /pos

And I love him for that

he loves talking about horror with you and it's an interest of his too

You guys can hyper fixate together and if that isn't the autism4autism dream then I don't know what is bestie

#slenderverse #everymanhybrid #slenderverse x reader #everymanhybrid x reader #emh habit #emh evan #emh evan x reader #emh habit x reader

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mercityart · 2 years

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-HOW THEY REACT TO YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES--

All art and writing is mine, do not steal. View my art on other socials too. To understand the characters back stories pls view my character design/info charts. https://linktr.ee/Mercitycreeps

TW: these characters are mentally unwell individuals who don't typically have the means for therapy or medication, they aren't meant to be perfect, and just like so many other ppl they can be toxic and exhibit bad behavior such as self harm, possessiveness and so much more.

HUGE TW!! MENTIONS OF SH, TORTURE, MENTAL ILLNESS, SA AND MORE!! THESE ARE SIMPLY TO PORTRAY THE DIFFERENT STRUGGLES PEOPLE GO THROUGH AND IN NO WAY IS MEANT TO ROMANTICIZE ANY OF IT!! THESE ARE MEANT TO SHOW THE IMPERFECTIONS THAT EXIST WITHIN HUMANS AND OUR STRUGGLES AND HOW THESE MAY AFFECT US AND OTHERS.

-HOW THEY REACT TO YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES--

Toby- So Toby typically wears his hoodie as often as possible, of curse taking it off for showers and to wash it. There aren't many chances for you to wear his hoodie as much as you may wish you had more opportunities.

However, it would seem that day was your lucky day! Toby- had just came to your place after a mission, completely and utterly exhausted. It had been a while since the last time you had seen the man as he had been on a six week long job.

He was sent to gather some information in regards to the operator and what it may be or even possibly a tad bit more of its history. This job clearly didn't go the way the man was hoping.

Usually Toby would immediately be embracing you upon seeing his lover after a job well done. This time though... He simply walked straight into the kitchen, placing his hoodie upon the counter and grabbing a bottle of whiskey treaded into the bathroom without a single word, dark bags under his eyes and fresh bandages hinting at how he had not been caring for himself properly, if anything he had likely done the opposite.

It was clear that the man was in a absolutely terrible head space. You had followed him to the kitchen when he came in, watching him worriedly.

After he barricaded himself in the bathroom though there really wasn't much you could do so you left back to the kitchen to grab a snack and coffee, preparing yourself for a long night taking care of your unwell lover.

That's when you realized that he had left his hoodie on the counter. How could you not pass up the opportunity?

You had gone so long without the man's embrace or even his voice, and he had simply snubbed you upon returning home. You were desperate for his touch, his scent, his warmth.

You carefully put on the warm and welcoming hoodie, it was a bit dirty but you couldn't care less. It was two in the fucking morning and frankly you were touch starved and lonely, a bit hurt if you were being honest.

All you really wanted was to be in the man's welcoming strong arms. Sighing contently you snuggled your face into the sleeves, it smelt of him. That all too familiar scent of nature.

It was like being outside in a pine tree filled forest during a thunderstorm. You would be lying if you said that it wasn't soothing.

Oh so quietly you had grasped a cookie and mug of coffee/tea/hot chocolate and headed to the hallway.

You sat beside the doorframe silently, simply listening as Toby had been mumbling things to himself, or maybe even the hallucinations or delusions.

In such a delicate mood it truly wouldn't be a surprise if he was having a mental break and conversing with someone or something that wasn't actually there.

All you could do was be there for him. You sat there, only the mumbles of Tobias echoing within the home. That was until his mumbles were replaced by angry pained sobs.

You simply couldn't let sit there doing nothing but there truly was nothing much you could do. So you did the only thing you knew you could do and that was to try and ground Toby.

"Toby..? Baby.. can you hear me? Hey hey hey.. shh.. I'm right here. I'm here. You're not alone. Sweetheart..."

He couldn't properly respond to you but you knew from his little whimpers that he was starting to understand you slightly.

You didn't know what to say so you decided to hum to him, slowly beginning to sing a soft song to him (coma baby- Nicole dollanger). Slowly but surely his sobs turned into sniffles and the sniffles into sad breathing.

Upon you stopping after a minute or so the door carefully creaked open revealing the puffy eyed man. He stared down at your sitting form pressed into the wall snuggled into his hoodie.

He couldn't help but smile weakly, his voice shaky, cracking here and there when he says, "Are you wearing my hoodie..?"

Soft chuckling filled your ears, and he bent down to you, carresing your cheek sweetly. "Welcome home baby.." you state as you lean into his touch.

The man simply hums in response, wrapping a arm under your thighs and his other around your back as he picks you up to straddle his waist, swaying back and forth with you in his arms.

"You... You are so much more than I deserve.. I love you (y/n).."

Tim- Oh dear gods, you are trying to give him a heart attack or something. Tim had gone out to grab some groceries as it was his turn to do so.

Getting some milk, bacon of course, stuff for pancakes, spaghetti and more. Stopping by a convenience store for some of his cigarettes and snacks and sodas/energy drinks for everyone.

He simply was not ready for what he was to come home to. It was around lunchtime and you had gotten there early from work, you were tired but you decided you wanted to spoil Tim a bit.

You had walked into Tims room looking for him but found him to be gone. He had been rather busy as of late so you took it upon yourself to clean up and organize his room a bit.

Throwing away any garbage, cleaning his ashtray by the window, washing the window of course as it had been tinted from the smoke. You picked up his dirty clothes into a hamper and placed his books, chargers, electronics, and magazines where they needed to be. You had also made his bed and swept.

You smiled at your work from the doorways happily, hoping this would make your lover less stressed.

You took the hamper to the washer and dryer, letting them do their thing as you went to clean up the living room and kitchen.

Oh boy was Tim a lucky man to have such a kind significant other to clean the home. Time flew rather quickly as you cleaned and so it was in no time at all that the clothes were all dried and ready to be folded neatly and put away.

So you did just that! You did stop for a small moment once you came across the mans red flannel. You just couldn't help it! It's freshly cleaned clothes!! So warm and cozy.

You slipped out of your clothes, placing the comfortable clothing over yourself happily.

Tim was a bit on the short side of the spectrum but what the man lacked in height he made up in width.

The rather chubby man was the best hugger so having his clothing wrapped around you was incredibly comforting.

The mans soft but incredibly strong body pressed into yours was all you could think of as you put away his other clothes. That's when you noticed how hungry you were.

You had spent all night and day working only to clean, forgetting completely to eat that morning so you took it upon yourself to make a meal for yourself and for whenever Tim would arrive home.

You put on a Spotify playlist that reminded you of your lover(I have one if you'd like a link) as you began to make some food, swaying contently to the music.

It was soon after that Tim had opened the front door, grocery bags in hand. He froze as soon as he heard the sound of Johny cash singing, the food sizzling and the scent wafting heavenly through the air.

He quickly removed his boots and headed towards the kitchen only to be met with the sight of you merely wearing your underwear and his favorite flannel swaying to the music.

His heart seemed to catch in his throat and he set the bags down on the floor, only caring about one thing as he approached you, his powerful arms wrapping around your waist as he rest his forehead on your shoulder.

"What do you suppose you're doing darlin?" He coos, gently swaying with you as you cooked.

"Mm, merely spoiling you my love."

Brian- Oh c'mon now. You know this man would absolutely love to see you in his clothes. It's honestly a habit at this point. Though I suppose if need be let's remember the first time it happened.

You and Brian had been together for a few months by this point, both of you seated on the couch. You were not in a happy mood and frankly he was pissed off.

You two had been walking around earlier at the mall only to be approached by a group of people who immediately began saying some disgusting things in regards to you, accusing you of things that were blatantly untrue or not giving the full story.

Brian followed you as you hurried away from the group, but not before hearing a guy say that you were a cheating whore.

Brian trusted you of course however he's never had a lover be accused of such a thing so publicly so he had suspicions.

The air around you both was incredibly tense, the silence being broken by Brian. "So you mind explaining what all those people were going on about earlier?"

You had flinched, not out of any loudness or physical pain but Brian had never taken this tone with you, his voice was cold, it was the same time he'd take with a stranger he was wary of. This broke your heart.

"I don't know... I went to school with them. They were never very nice people..."

He sighs and grips his own hair, grumbling, clearly working himself up which was extremely uncharacteristic of him considering he was always so calm and levelheaded.

He never got worked up so easily. Right now though... He was clearly getting pissed and he was getting pissed quick.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure some absolutely awful people you haven't seen in years would just go up to us and call you a 'cheeting whore' right? Sounds so fucking logical. How about you tell me the fucking truth huh? Who you been fuckin? Hm?"

This left you absolutely speechless. How could he? Why would he? You never lie to him, you've never been yelled at by him, never fought, yet here you were now, having all of those things happen.

"I'm not lying to you hun! Please..! I wish I could explain everything but-..." Your voice catches in your throat, and Brian took this opportunity to yell.

"The fuck you mean by that?! I thought you trusted me (Y/n)!! Yet here you are lying and hiding shit from me!" He stood, his eyes narrowed, glaring into your (e/c) orbs.

"You are just like all the others." He spat angrily, fists clenched by his sides, gritting his teeth.

You completely lost it at that point, shoving your way past him, tears pouring down your face and you ran out of the cabin-like home into the pouring rain and dark forest, not caring where you were going or that you were getting scratched to holy hell by the branches, twigs, thorns and bark surrounding you.

You simply kept running, paying to attention the the fading voice of Brian yelling after your retreating form.

You didn't stop until you had your ankle caught on a root, being thrown down into a ditch where a stream once flowed.

Tears stung your eyes, unable to stop your sobs. You tried to stand, only to gasp in pain.

Upon looking back at your legs you found one of your ankles clearly broken and bloody, as it had been caught between two close tress upon your decent.

You grip at the leaves screaming out in pain and sorrow, head slamming into the ground trying to hide your fragile shaking form.

The rain pelted at your wounded body, the rushing of your heart in your ears and the wicked wind and rain deafening everything around you except for your painful sobs, completely masking the sound of rushed footsteps above you.

Said footsteps stopped upon the owner of the sound peering down at you. Brian jumps down hurriedly to kneel by your side.

"Dove... Oh sweet thing... Shh... I'm here.. I'm here..." His strong arms encase you, chin resting atop your skull, holding you oh so gentle, as though he was afraid to shatter you.

"I'm s s sorry....!! I just- I don't want you to view me d different...! I don't want you to leave me...!" He frowns at your words and cups your cheeks, pecking the bridge of your nose.

"My love.. I could never hate you.. tell me..."

He removes his Hoodie and moves to get your ankle unstuck as painlessly as he could. Once you were freed he instantly put the article of clothing on you, lifting you up into his arms as he carried you home, relaxing a bit once you had snuggled into him.

"I... I had a bad past... I was assaulted in middle school by my ex... He was the one who yelled at you... He...! I I didn't-!"

Guilt immediately filled Brian's chest as he hugged you tighter to him, anger towards the man who hurt you filling him, but you were top priority. "Shh.. my little angel.. you're safe now. I'm not going anywhere.. I will deal with that rat bastard later... Now... Let's get you patched up, hm?"

He smiles half-heartedly towards you, carrying you inside and to his room, setting you upon the bed.

He stepped back and went to the adjoining bathroom, collecting the first aid before returning to you. As he stood at the end of the comfortable mattress his gaze fixated on you lovingly, the sight of your tired firm, albeit hurt and sorrowful, was absolutely breathtaking as you were wrapped up in his clothes, that was oversized on your frame, you looked so sweet, so pure.

He vowed then and there he'd protect you with every waking breathe, and that night after addressing your wounds he showed you just how much he loves you, addressing any and all wants, needs and more.

Smothering you with his affection words, his touch so delicate as he held you, kissed you, pet you, anything you wished.

(I apologise for any mistranslation in Liu, Sully and Jeff. I'm a bit rusty with my Spanish.)

Jeff- Jeff is a rather simple guy, often wearing the same hoodie daily, similar to Tobias. Though Jeff didn't just wear it for comfort or sentimentality, though that did play a role, it was mainly due to his severe dysphoria.

It hated his chest, even when binding it's hatred for his body was extreme, never feeling masculine enough, never flat enough.

It is extremely difficult to get this man to take off the article of clothing.

You had been having a extremely rough day, work sucked, you got stuck with a few asshole clients, someone dumped coffee on you, you got papercuts, you chipped a nail, etc.

All these seemingly small things were driving you to your breaking point and all you wanted was to go home and snuggle your dearest lover.

This clearly didn't go how you wished though as once you came home there's was a note in your refrigerator that says,

'I'm sorry but something important came up and I won't be home until at least the early morning. Please be sure to leave food out for smiley, smiles, and grinny. Thank you! -Love, Jeff.'

well that was it, that was your last straw, you began to cry silently, resting your head against the fridge trying to keep yourself calm, however this very clearly failed as you had lost complete control of yourself, everything being a blur.

All that you could really figure out from your blur of a memory was that you drank a little bit, took some ibuprofen for your headache, scrubbed your clothes and beyond that you didn't remember but it was clear to you that you had relapsed back into self harm as you say there in the bathtub, hugging your knees to your chest.

It was always the small things that really pushed you over the edge, never the big things, you hated it, you were getting better yet here you were struggling once more.

You knew that relapsing was apart of the healing process, it was an addiction after all.

The pain releases a certain hormone to numb the pain that gives a temporary euphoria but the aftermath is never worth the temporary fake peace.

You sat in the water for so long it had grown icy cold, you shook, fingers pruned from being submerged for so long.

You shakily got out of the tub staring into the mirror with a mixture of hatred, and sorrow however it was weighed down by a certain inner numbness that just crushed you.

You could hardly muster the energy to stand so you ignored the red lines, ignored the scabs n pain and instead of wrapping yourself up and getting dressed you climbed into your head, burying yourself into the comfort of blankets and pillows, staring aimlessly at the window imagining Jeff coming through and it all having been a dream, you two would be cuddling and you wouldn't be struggling.

You don't know when you fell asleep but you do remember eventually waking up.

Jeff had gotten to your home around four in the morning, having learned that he was safe with you he simply used the front door like a normal human being instead of a window or vent.

He was tired but as soon as he had entered the place he was on high alert. Something clearly wasn't right.

You never slept in total darkness, you always left a light on for him, there was always some sort of background noise. He was uneasy, the further he walked into the place the more tense he got until he spring into pure panicked worry.

The bedroom door was wide open, you always kept it at least halfway closed. The bathroom was the one place that had the lights still on so he approached it.

Peering in he expected to see you but that wasn't the case, the bathroom was empty, you having forgotten to dry the floor you drenched after getting out of the bath.

Speaking of the bath, you hadn't drained it either. Jeff noticed that the water seemed a bit odd, then he realized. Immediately he felt a sort of disappointment, he hated it, he knew the struggle, he struggles with it himself, but you had been doing so well.

He hated knowing you were hurting so much.

He drains the tub and dries the floor before heading to the bedroom, you were curled up tightly, eyes puffy and tired, cheeks dusted a rosy hue.

The man knelt beside your bedside, watching you with his icy blue eyes. Gently it reached out and gently shook your shoulder waking you. It was clear you weren't find if being woken but once you saw him your heart dropped into your stomach, and he felt the same.

"Mi amor... What did you do..?"

This broke you, gripping onto the sheets as soft sniffles escaped you. Jeffery wrapped his arms around your shoulders, rubbing circles on your back soothingly

"Está bien ahora mi amor... Estoy aquí contigo... Está seguro...Te tengo. escucha el latido de mi corazón..." He coos sweetly, calming you down.

"Breath... It's going to be alright. Here.." he stand up and removes his hoodie, going into the bedside table he takes out a first aid kit, carefully cleaning and bandaging your wounds.

After you were all patched up he clambers up onto the bed and tugs you onto his lap, pulling his hoodie over you as he sings Así es la vida to you trying to cheer you up, simply being there for you.

"I'm going to get a second hoodie to wear so when I'm not home with you, you can wear it and be held by me even when I'm not there."

He smirks, "I do expect to see you walking around all cute in it when I return~" he chuckles as you lightly hit his shoulder from him being a pervert.

Liu- Liu was having a rather boring day at work, a few piercings done, a small tattoo touch up, but other than that it'd been rather slow.

They did however hope that his next client would help his day not be so boring.

A surprise client had contacted them via email in regards to a chest tattoo that was very delicate and almost looked like lace in a way, it was a gorgeous piece to be completely honest.

He was hesitant though as the client did not come in for a typical consultation where he'd evaluate their skin and the design size to them, instead the client simply sent them a picture with their proprtions for the placement.

He didn't even know the client, well, they didn't know he knew the client. An hour passed and as he was setting up for the tattoo the bell to the shops door rang out.

They walked out, looking towards the floor as he was placing his jewelry back on to greet the client but was stopped in their tracks upon a all too familiar cheerful voice, "I'm ready whenever you are love!"

This made him look up instantly, seeing the perfect face that belonged to none other than his lover.

With this his jaw dropped, staring at his boyfriend in shock. "You ok hun?"

They shake their head slightly. "Yes! Ahem, I mean, yes, yes I'm ok. Shall we?" He steps aside for you to pass him and enter the station, him following close behind.

"Now... Do you know what you're getting into? The chest area can be rather painful as it's a thin layer of skin, I don't want you to not be able to handle this mi querido."

You simply smile at him. "Sweetheart, I'm alright, I can handle this. Please?"

Liu sighs dramatically, playing around with the bottle of ink. "No sé... me gusta el tatuaje pero I don't like hurting you mi amor."

They give you the puppy dog eyes. Damn that look, he knows you're weak to it! You look away, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Babe, I have been wanting this for a while, you and I have been working on it for months! I've been planning this for two years, at least! If you don't want to do it I could always go-"

"No no no ¡Te tatuaré! Por favor, don't go to someone else, I'll do it. Ok?"

You smirk at the fact you got your way, and you made him get all flustered. "Alright, alright. I'm ready."

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Gracias a los dioses te quiero mucho... Alright, take it all off and I'll place the transfer."

He turns around in his spinny chair to grab his stencil, and once he turns back he's quick to avert his eyes. He knows a person's chest no matter the gender isn't sexual or innapropriate but it's a place he hasn't seen of you before and that just flusters him a bit, though on the outside he is calm and collected.

Liu scoots forward, pulling you toward him by your thighs as he places the transfer carefully in place, being meticulous to make sure it's perfect before he removes it.

The entire wall behind him was mirror so you could watch and see what he was doing and how it looked which automatically made you more excited, smiling brightly, it was beautiful, no, it was perfect.

Suddenly though, a ex worker of Liu's peaked into the room and Liu instantly grew protective, wrapping his coat around you and tugging you to his chest.

"Go away Jordan, you know you aren't allowed back here" they growl, brows furrowing, clearly pissed off. Slowly he stood to his full height, towering over the other man.

"I suggest you leave on your own or I'm going to deal with you myself.." the man named Jordan quickly dashes out of the shop in a panic as Liu walked over to his stations door and shut it before turning back.

"joder eres caliente mi amor, you need to wear my clothes more often. You are absolutely ravishing."

His gaze narrows walking forward and he leans down close, trapping you a bit with his arms. "I could just devour you right now~" they back off and sit down.

"Now, lay back and let me work my magic."

Sully- Now Sully had known about Liu's little tattoo session with you, he was there after all, however he wanted to see it all for himself, have a first class seat to your adorable figure draped up in their clothes.

He had continuously offered his coat to you on numerous occasions, trying to get you to wear it but each time you simply denied the gesture.

He honestly thought he'd never get to see you in it, that was until a horrid night had come.

He was your protecter, your lover, your shield! How could this happen?!

Sully had been out for a late night walk, you had decided to go out with a couple of friends to a club, you had of course offered them to come along however, Sully didn't really enjoy the club scene anymore, sure as a teen it was fun but now it was rather drab, he prefers to drink and smoke in the solitude of his own home where can control who and what he's around far better.

Though if course without you home he grew bored quick and went for a midnight stroll as he usually did whenever he was alone with his thoughts.

This stroll didn't turn out as typical as he had hoped however. In the distance he could hear muffled voices, and the sound of something being dragged.

'probably some guy taking out trash or something like that..' he was thinking logically for once, ignoring the sounds as he stood beneath a tree, staring up at the starry night sky for a while, starting to get annoyed as the ruccus only got louder, he turns, wanting to yell for whoever it was to shut up, that is until a sight he wish he'd never see unfolds before him.

At first it was just three shadows darting out from the trees but then one of them was under the street lamp, the other two gaining on them quickly.

'(Y/n)..?' Sully tried to process what he was seeing, there you were, his lover, standing under a street lamp in the middle of the night, miles away from the club you were going to with two other people.

We're you cheating? Did you lie to him? Those thoughts were quickly erased from his mind when you stumble as the two figure had met you under the light, shoving you to the ground and you began to scream and fight, the men trying to silence and restrain you, one taking out a cloth from his pocket and trying to press it to your face.

Sully snapped out of it, completely and utterly enraged, moving out of his spot at lightning speed, tackling the two men, his body towering over them as he proceeded to bash their heads into the concrete, punching, hitting, whatever, so long as they were a bloody wreck.

He would likely have killed them had it not been for you wrapping your arms around his waist, crying into him.

His focus was very quickly directed to you, holding you close as he inspected you for wounds. Your clothes were basically destroyed, makeup cried off and streaked your cheeks.

He held you, hugging you tenderly to himself, burying his face into your neck before hastily wrapping his coat around you, lifting you up into his arms to carry you home.

Simply sending a quick anonymous call to 911 to inform them of the attackers lying in a unconcious pulp in the middle of the park.

Once home he sets you on the couch, grabbing a wet washcloth to clean you up and brushes out your hair sweetly. Smothering you with affection and worry.

He had patched any and all wounds he found upon you and got you some change of clothes. "Here, I'll take care of what you're wearing."

He tries to gently remove the coat but was surprised to have you pull away, gripping onto it tightly shaking your head.

"I I feel safe in this.." that sentence alone both broke and melted his heart. Oh goodness.

"Alright.. you change into the other stuff and you can wear that whenever you want or need, when you're done changing we can watch your favorite show, alright..?"

(Apologies for any mistranslation, I am rusty with my Russian)

Helen- Oh sweet sweet lover, his little flightless dove. She absolutely adored you already. Certainly she could be rather cold and stoic but they truly do admire you so.

You could wear anything, you could even wear nothing and he wouldn't think any differently. To them even your "imperfections" are perfect.

Now, Helen rather loves capturing you within his art quite a lot, not to mention her rather large and elaborate wardrobe was chalk full of stuff.

She always has an outfit for any occasion, though her favorite style consists of light comfortable lounge clothing like sweatpants and sweatshirts or sweaters.

One day they had been in a bit of an art block, struggling to come up with something that's spark any passion to create.

Now, what better person to turn to for inspiration than one's own lover? So they immediately go and search for you.

Of course you were in the living room, comfortably snuggled up into the couch, looking towards him once they enter the room.

"Yes my love? Are you alright?" She nods and stares you down with his apatite colored eyes that always seemed to look straight through you.

"Could you perhaps help me with my art? I need something that will invoke my passion." You can't help but laugh softly at this.

" Of course, anything to help." Upon agreeing he is quick to have you follow her, bringing you to his room, they open the rather large walk in closet.

"You may help yourself to whatever you think could help in this room, a change of clothes a certain scenery, whatever it is, simply allow me to paint you."

And with that they left the room for you to prepare, and you felt you knew exactly what to do to ignite his artistic drive.

After a bit and you were finished preparing you called for her to come back in.

Helen opened the door, only to faulted and trip over his own feet a bit, his cheeks dusted a pink hue. "Oh... Oh моя роза. You are..." She steps forward, closing the door behind them as she makes her way over to you.

He delicately trails her fingers over you, gaze observing you like he was looking at a piece of art in a gallery.

"Absolutely breathtaking... ты выглядишь как ангел." He slowly moves away, taking their seat at the canvas as she began to paint.

Every now and then he stops to stare at you, clearly allured by you, spewing sweet words upon you whenever capable.

You sat atop their queen sized bed that had delicate silk draping tied to the intricate wooden end poles to be able to see everything, capable of being untied to allow for complete privacy.

You wore only your underwear and a baggy white sweater of his, contrasting beautiful with his crimson sheets.

You were posed in a laying down position on your back, leaning more towards Helen, gaze tilted to stare at the ceiling as you hands were placed delicately atop on another on the side closest to Helen and your legs were neatly bent in a subtle and simple way.

Helen was going to put his all into the piece and it would be hung above her beds headboard.

Jack(EJ)- Jack always was cold, blunt, almost seeming emotionless, so it's no wonder you questioned his love for you.

He thought it was obvious that he loves you but it honestly isn't all that obvious at all. You desperately had been trying to find some way to possibly get him riled up in any way possible.

You want him to show some emotion, that he does care and love you.

You've tried everything. You tried to smother him in affection, lay off on affection, hang out with other people more, dress up more, everything. You were so tired.

All you freaking wanted was a bit of love and affection, was that too much to ask? At this point you had given up, falling into a bit of a depressive episode.

Jack had been going out more often and you simply left when you needed to. You had just finished your experiment of giving him less love and affection, deducing it had failed only to now be the one being needy for affection.

It was late at night and Jack still wasn't back yet so you went and took a quick shower, you didn't really care about clothes at the moment due to Jack being gone so you decided to put on one of his hoodies overtop your nude form, climbing into bed, absolutely exhausted from poor mental health.

It merely a few hours later once you are awoken. Jack had come home after a successful harvest, preserving and putting his meals away into a separate fridge that had a better seel to prevent any scent leakage.

He had been gone most of the day and night, seeing as how you have been to distant he got into the habit of walking around more, looking for something, anything to distract himself.

Jack would be lying if he said he didn't miss your affection, in fact, he desperately craved it. You are his lover, his mate, he lives to protect you, he needs to be strong.

However, when you are away for so long he can't help but feel so lonely and wanting to be closer to you. He makes his way to the bedroom, careful not to make sound as he entered, not wishing to wake you.

You laid there peacefully, body tangled up in the blanket so snug, so sweet.

He made his way to the bed and lifts the blanket after removing his clothes down to his boxers, freezing up once he notices you are surrounded by his scent.

Upon closer inspection he found you were wearing his hoodie.

This set something off in Jack, something he didn't know existed. His arms wrap around you and he curls himself around your body, holding you close, desperately trying to smother you in his scent as he cloaks himself in yours.

Oh how he's missed you and your touch, how he loves to be near you, holding you, protecting you.

You wearing his hoodie was likely the best thing you could have done. To him it's a sign that you love him and are his.

Now he will likely leave his scented hoodies lying around for you to wear much more often.

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saturnxlust · 7 months

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Masterlist

Characters i will write for....

Lester Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Jasper Hale

Jacob Black

Micheal Myers

Jason Vorhees

Thomas Hewitt/Bubba Sawyer

Ghost face(both Billy and Stu)

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Geralt Of Rivia

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Edward Cullen

Alice Cullen

Rosalie Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen

Bella swan

Emmet Cullen

Vincent Caffarello

Habit

Evan Myers

Noah Maxwell

Patrick Anderson

Prebrand

Firebrand

Jeff Koval

Tim Wright

Brian Thomas

Alex Kralie

Jay Merrick

Alex koval

Steph/damsel

Nubbins sawyer

Chop top

Daniel larusso

Harley quinn

Peter quill

Captain america

Thor odinson

Sodapop Curtis

Darrel Curtis

Tim Shepard

Curly Shepard

Ponyboy Curtis

Dallas Winston

Steve Randle

Johnny Cade

Keith(two-bit) Mathews

Actors/ people i will write for!!

Pedro Pascal

Bella Ramsey

Chris evans

Chris pratt

Chris hemsworth

Josh hutcherson

Taylor lautner

Ralph macchio

Britney murphy

Johnny guilbert

Jake webber

Give me suggestions on who i should write for please!!

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unikron-kitten-kat · 1 year

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Starting a prompt list-

Creepypasta Prompt list For S/Os and Scenarios With Those S/Os. If you do decide to use this, would you be so kind as to tag me in it so I could have a read? I would love to see what my prompts inspire!! Also, I will add more prompts to this post, and will even take suggestions if they are not already on here!!

Slender Brothers/Creeps will be used as the nametag)) you can use single or polly relationships. Also, if Offender is not part of your blog, you don't have to use him. And if the Brothers and Creeps are seperate from one another, you can write them as such as well

Dragon S/O

- Slenders/Creeps with a dragon hybrid s/o who doesn't know/understand fhe concept of hoards until they are explained by another dragon/hybrid. After learning of hoards, their s/o starts refering to them as their hoard

- Slenders/Creeps with an older dragon s/o who is also the dominant one in the relationship

- Slenders/Creeps with a younger dragon s/o who is a late-flamer

- Slenders/Creeps with a powerful dragon s/o who is also quite protective

- Slenders/Creeps with a dragon/demon hybrid s/o

- Slenders/Creeps with a dragon s/o who is of a specie long thought to be exinct, which isn't actually extinct, just hiding from the world due to being hunted for their products

- Slenders/Creeps with a dragon s/o who is of the mystical type (look up Haku dragon, Spirited Away)

- Slenders/Creeps with a dragon s/o who uses gentle bites as their love language

- Slenders/Creeps with a dragon s/o who hunts for them as a love language

- Slenders/Creeps with a nightfury dragon hybrid s/o

- Slenders/Creeps with an elemental (fire/ice) dragon s/o

- Slenders/Creeps with a dragon s/o who has rainbow coloured fire

- Slenders/Creeps with a thundering dragon s/o who is surprisingly quiet, and uses cuddling as their love language

- Slenders/Creeps with a dragon s/o who uses nicknames of gems in accordance to their eye colour. (I would use clothing theme, or personality theme for the Brothers. ie, Slender's could be 'Onyx', or 'Quartzite', or smthn)

- Slenders/Creeps with a nature dragon s/o who likes to give them flowers grown off their body

- Slenders/Creeps with a Yggdrasil Tree Dragon s/o who has been stuck on their first s/o's memory(the dragon s/o's late s/o)

- Slenders/Creeps with a space dragon s/o who really like to talk about all the aliens and other planets they have visited

Alien S/O

Just to let you know that Slenders are aliens on my blog, so I may word these scenarios in a way that alludes to that. Also, if there is a movie specific alien not on here, read the first message.

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who looks like a xenomorph/human hybrid

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who is of a bug-like specie that is easily drawn to light sources

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who is bird-like in appearance and nature who like to preen them

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who crash landed on Earth and is really homesick. They speak of their homeworld a lot, and as time goes on, starts to speak of taking them with to see their homeworld, if they are ever able to return home

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who is telepathic and sensitive to emotions (ie can feel an emotional aura surrounding someone) and gets very concerned for their well being

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who wants to learn all there is to know of Earth, despite everyone back home telling them what a dump it is

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who doesn't have a translator and therefore can't speak english, or any human language for that matter

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who can change their colours, like a chameleon

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who does not understand love at first

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who really wants a kid with them, but is incompatible

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who feeds off emotions, so they feed off their negative emotion, as their diet is more compatible with the negatives

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who feeds off the feelings of lust

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who has a very sweet tooth

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who has been to Earth before, but was caught by the Government for a short time

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who wants to meet Earth's leader, but they warn s/o not to as they may be kidnapped and perhaps experimented on

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who is of a specie that can only die by 'natural' causes. (Natural is put into quotations as natural death to the alien could be very different from the natural deaths Slenders/Creeps are used to)

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who wants to study them, but not to the point of wanting to strap them down to a table, lol. They just want to watch and see how they go about their day, and often spew questions their way about what they eat, how they age and so on and so forth

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien hybrid s/o who's hybrid halves clash with eachother. The mental anguish

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who fled to Earth after becoming a convict, but doesn't tell them until they are already in a relationship, for fear of being alone

- Slenders/Creeps with an alien s/o who has come to very much like the animals and plants found on Earth, and wants to visit places all around thd globe with the Slenders/Creeps to obtain, at the very least, seeds of every plant available to gather

Demon S/O

- Slenders/Creeps with a demon s/o who is considerd an 'imp' in The Underworld

- Slenders/Creeps with a demon s/o who is part of the hierarchy of The Underworld (think something like Stolas from Helluva Boss)

- Slenders with a demon s/o who is more powerful than them, and is the dominant partner in the relationship

- Slenders/Creeps with a demon s/o who is the dominant partner in the relationship

- Slenders/Creeps with a succubus/inccubus demon s/o (bonus point for this one if s/o does not plan on leaving the relationship because they were tired of sex-dominant relationships)

- Slenders/Creeps with a demon/slender hybrid s/o (bonus points if, depending on your au, the s/o protects the creep(s) from the slenders)

- Slenders/Creeps with a demon/angel hybrid s/o (bonus points if s/o swears their loyalty and becomes a guardian angel of sorts)

- Slenders/Creeps with a fire demon s/o (in my au, slenders are... sensitive to fire)

- Slenders/Creeps with a fallen-angel/demon hybrid au (bonus points if s/o's position in heaven/the underworld was previously one of high power, ie archangel)

- Slenders/Creeps with a demon s/o who has "frozen" scars from being a front line fighter against angels and easily gets cold, so seek out slenders/creeps for warmth

- Slenders/Creeps with a demon s/o who wants to see what their soul looks like (slender souls are... "impulsive" in my au, meaning people are more likely to try and take one)

- Slenders/Creeps with a demon s/o who was banished to The Overworld(Earth) for crimes they didn't commit

- Slenders/Creeps with a demon s/o who is a descendant of Lucifer or Satan. (They are different people for the sake of this prompt)

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel/demon hybrid who was previously highly regarded in Heaven and among the higher angels of heaven, but cast out once they were found to be half demon

- Slenderman and Offenderman(or anybody) with a moth/spider demon hybrid s/o who is all around bigger than them. Scenario of Creeps/Slenders having a bad day and getting the most amazing snuggles and hugs from s/o to brighten them up. S/o would use mandibles for lil nibbles and kisses too.

Angel S/O

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o who's wing are suspiciously stained black. (Bonus points if s/o is nervous about explaining why)

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o who has a set of large wings, and a set of smaller wings. (Bonus points if the first time slenders/creeps find out about the smaller wings is when s/o is cuddling slenders/creeps with them)

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o who's wings have gone completely black, but they aren't a fallen angel yet

- Slenders with an archangel s/o that do not wish to kill them. (I imagine most slenders au have them as demons and such)

- Slenders/Creeps with a fallen angel s/o who was unfairly cast out of Heaven

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o that accidently fell into The Underworld and was subsequently adopted by demons

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o that is unbelievably pure

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o that doesn't show their true form until slenders/creeps are in a life-endangering situation(true form being 'biblically accurate')

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o who is a front line knight

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o who was their s/o before death, and has fuzzy, but present memories of them and is joyous at finding the subjects of their fuzzy and incomprehensible memories

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o that is an offspring of The Angel of Death

- Slenders/Creeps with an angel s/o who acted as their childhood imaginary friend/guardian child angel

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gutxpupz · 9 months

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EMH TUMBLR I NEED HELP FINDING A FANFIC AUTHOR

they write/wrote a lot for HABIT and had a lot of their fics in the format of headcanon lists!! they used to have this banner for their NSFW posts that was a teddybear with a pink background that said Minors DNI. PLEASE HELP IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THEM FOR HOURS HELP ME FIND THIS BEAUTIFUL AUTHOR PERSON

#habit emh #habit everymanhybrid #habit x reader #habit emh x reader #habit/evan myers x reader #slenderverse #slenderverse x reader #EverymanHYBRID #evan myers x reader #evan emh #evan myers emh #jeff koval emh #everymanhybrid x reader #please help me find this user #IM BEGGING

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kettlemouse13 · 2 months

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Proxies vs Reader Getting Ready For Company

Original Ask:

Hii I don't know if youre open to request, if not just disregard and know I'm sorry to bother. It's creepypasta but if you're not into the community anymore, please don't feel forced. I've been thinking about this idea where the character is a victim to a break in via the proxies and are trying to kill them. Instead of running, the main character just like negotiates being able to shower and choose an outfit before being killed. This is a confusing request, and they oblige simply out of confusion while letting them know that they will know if the main character tries to leave. The main character has very little plan, and only knows that her dad or brother is coming to visit and is likely on the way. It can be NSFW if you feel like you wanna do that. Honestly just do what you want with it. I just think the idea would be cool to read in your writing style :)

Imma write this as headcanons because I do not have the motivation to write a whole ass story let alone anything nsfw but don’t worry Hun, I got ya covered.

Warning: The following contains description of death, violence, gore.

Reader’s discretion is advised.

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“Wait! Please just let me get changed, and deal with my little brother before you kill me. That’s all I ask!”

Hoodie:

“?”

He legit cannot wrap his head around your request.

You are willing to die.

IF he lets you have dinner with your little brother.

Albeit impatient, he would agree because he quite honestly just wants to kill you without too much issue.

He’ll hide no problem but you will NOT leave his sight.

Yes even while changing.

Don’t worry, his gaze remains above the neck.

If it’s him that kills you, it’s quick, clean, and painless.

Like breaking your neck or putting a bullet in your head.

Masky:

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

If anything, he’s annoyed by the request.

Just itching to kill you.

He wants to make his master proud anyway.

Will watch you as you change

And he WILL let his eyes wander.

He will actually make comments just to make you squirm.

That and he will pickup on insecurities and prod at them as well.

Once all is said and done, little brother have already left, he gets giddy.

He is gonna be ruthless too.

He will slit your throat and watch as you choke and drown in your own blood.

And he is gonna enjoy watching the life fade from your eyes.

Ticci Toby:

He’s intrigued.

Head tilt and all before immediately agreeing.

Like he’s genuinely interested in this whole scenario.

He will remain in your room but will humour you and turn around as you change.

Because of his tics, he can’t quite hide like the other two so he might have to play the part of a boyfriend or something.

Now he’s absolutely having fun.

He also isn’t phased by others finding his tics unnerving anymore.

So when your little brother flinches or tenses up due to Toby’s tics, Toby is actually enjoying it, get’s almost a power trip that he can make another cower with his tics.

At the end of everything and your little brother is gone and depending on his mood, he might actually try and keep you as a pet of sorts.

You amuse him.

Or he’ll imbed a hatchet in your head.

Who knows ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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Reblogs are appreciated <3

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jester-lover · 1 year

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Habit with an S/O who isn’t afraid of him and finds him funny

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of violence, habit being habit

He is so confused istg

He is literally an eldritch monstrosity beyond your understanding

and you’re just, chill with it

“I could literally end you any second now.”

cue you, giggling and slapping his shoulder like you’re chatting with an old friend

Yes, he’s interested

He’ll probably keep you in a house, close eye on you at all times

He sharpens his knives around you, trying to get even a little rise out of you, but it doesn't work

At some point, whenever he begins having a romantic attraction to you, he just sorta starts moping

“What the hell is wrong with you why aren’t you scared of me?”

Homie is crying screaming throwing up

that is until he figures out the benefits of a person who isn’t afraid of him

Hugs??? Even when he’s covered in blood??

Forehead Kisses??? Before he goes out to destroy his enemies???

Cuddles?? Late at night?? Even though he doesn’t sleep???

He slowly begins to appreciate your nature

And he returns your affection!

(Vinny is terrified.)

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spittingbloodandscreaming · 2 months

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Hear me out about a Masc!Reader breaking down in front of Masky and Masky just doesn't comfort them and is more like "This is your own fault"

I love silly angst ideas, have a great day/night!!

I LOVE this!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I kinda took an unannounced break, but I'm catching up!! I hope I captured your image.

You can never tell the truth, But you can tell something that sounds like it. (Tim Wright x Reader angst)

The sounds of the party are muffled from the porch, but still, it’s somehow impossible to tune out. You almost feel ill. Staring off into the tree line and leaning against the banister, you flick the ashes of your burning cigarette. Your half-empty cup of whatever you were given when you walked in sits next to you on the railing—you almost feel bad for walking out, but for some reason, you can't bring yourself to go home, either. The heavy footsteps behind you throw you off your sulking.

“Didn’t know you smoked.” You roll your eyes. You know Tim when you hear him—gruff and tired. You understand why he’s out here—same reason you are. Neither of you actually want to be at this party, you both just want to feel like you’re doing something. You take another long drag off of your cigarette.

“You’re one of the last people I want to see right now, you know that, right?” You cover the quiver in your voice well, but not enough for Tim to miss it. He walks up next to you, standing a little less than a foot away, leaning with his forearms against the banister. You glance at him, and you’re almost sad he wasn’t looking at you too. He’s so close you can feel the warmth coming off of him, and you realize how cold it is. You wish he was closer, but you want everyone close to you now, don't you?

“I know.” Tim takes his cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one himself and struggling briefly against the wind. He’s the closest to crying he’s been in weeks—or is he? He doesn't remember the last month. It smells like rain, the air is heavy and damp, and you wonder if the covered porch is enough to keep you dry. Then again, you could just sit in your car, but you realize you don't have that option. You only stop thinking when you feel a drop hit the back of your hand. Your cigarette is reduced to just the filter and it's raining. You look over to Tim, and this time, he's looking back.

“Drive here?” Tim asks, stifling a cough. You shake your head, looking back out to the trees.

“Live right down the road, I just walked down.” You take a sip of your drink and grimace—whatever it is, it's trying to be a mimosa and failing terribly. Tim says nothing. No one says anything for a long time.

Eventually, the wind picks up, blowing the rain into your face leaving a cold sting against your cheeks, and you start to cry. You cry hard, almost a violent sob. It takes you several minutes to notice that Tim is looking at you—has been looking at you—and quickly you wipe your face with your hands like a kid. You start to say the same things as you did when you were young, too.

“God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean to start crying I just feel so bad.” Tim keeps his blank expression as you sharply inhale after you're done speaking. You realize then that you've been holding your breath. The man across you says nothing, and so you keep talking, trying to explain away an unexplainable guilt you have for crying. “I didn't think I'd be here, y'know?” Your voice has raised a few octaves now—high pitch and uncomfortable. “I thought I'd be in college, I thought I'd be with someone… engaged, even. I don't know what happened things just went so downhill after high school—I couldn't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. I hate my job. I hate all of it. I'm nothing I thought I'd be. I just—”

“Why are you telling me any of this?” Tim says, the wind moving his hair around just a bit. The rain blowing under the cover sticks to him in cold drops. You try to speak, but you can't come up with why. Why are you saying any of this? Why do you feel the need to tell Tim?

“You don't need to tell me any of this. I don't care, you know that.” Tim speaks so blankly and you wish he didn't. You wish he was angry. You wish he cared enough to feel something other than annoyance as he speaks to you. “All of this is your fault. You had every choice to change where you are now, and you didn't make any of the right ones. That's not my fault, it's yours.”

All you can do is stare at Tim with years pouring down your cheeks. You're not sure the last time you've had someone talk to you like this. When you were a kid, maybe as late as high school. You're grown now, you should be able to handle it, but you can't even bring yourself to breathe. You feel so sick and cold and scared.

“Some people are in situations they didn't put themselves in, that they had no choice in, and can never get out of.” There's aggression in his voice now, and it's so clear he's talking about himself. It makes you cough through another pathetic, guilty sob. “But that's not how it is for you. So shut up, okay?” The hand he's holding his cigarette in is clenched—crushing the filter between his fingers. How could you think any of this matters? Why would you think anyone actually cared to hear what you have to say—you do have it better than everyone else, don't you? All of this is your fault. You could've fixed it at any point, and you didn't.

“You did this to yourself.”

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1-800-cr33py · 1 year

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cant help falling in love with you

contents include; angst +no comfort, habit/Evan headspace, death, graphic depictions of blood, death, and murder, this is fictional, if you or anyone you know is having any violent urges please seek out professional help. Anything you read below the cut i purely of your own volition.

everything stopped. He could feel time itself crumble like a brittle leaf in his hands. This wasn’t supposed to be how this ended, how you ended. You of all people didn’t deserve to end like this.

You were supposed to be kept safe at all costs, and they both failed that. They broke the one fucking promise he made you. The only thing he’d ever promise to you and he broke it.

The man fronting was broken. Tears and snot running down his face as he ran to your side. Evan’s hands shook as he grasped onto anything he could; your hands, your clothes, anything. He tried to rationalize the situation, tried to make it make sense. Thoughts raced through his mind, their mind, quicker than he could speak.

Evan wasn’t a begger, he didn’t plead with others for what he wanted, ironic. Here they were, begging, pleading for anything to save you, just give him a few more minutes at least with you.

But those prayers weren’t answered. You still lay limp in his arms and he was still bawling his eyes out. Your blood coated his hands and face, the liquid leaving a crust as he rocked back and forth, Evan didn’t know if he was comforting you or himself. Habit was silent for once, though Evan could feel him seething. You were gone, snuffed out far too soon.

Evan, (or was it Habit?) brought your hand to his mouth, mumbling apologies and planting kisses to your palm. They wanted to believe you could hear them, that you were there. Evan wanted to pretend he could feel you, but even he knew he couldn’t do that forever.

What lay before him was the truth; and the truth was you were dead. Practically gutted like a fish and bruise, your face battered and swollen. Evan didn’t want to see you like this, he didn’t want the image of their failure to linger in his head on loop like a broken record. They both wanted to go home and pretend this was a dream, the they’d wake up with you beside them, a worried expression plastered on your face as Evan simply kissed you back to sleep, holding you tighter in his arms.

But that wouldn’t be the case.

There’d be a funeral, only close friends, immediate relatives, maybe a few old teachers you were closest to. Everyone would give a small speech about how you were a cherished part of their life, a light that brought them joy. It would be a celebration of life, your life; like how’d you’d want it. Your parents (or guardians) would pat Evan on the shoulder and give him soft gazes of sympathy, offering to let him take whatever he wanted of your’s after they’d picked out the core things. He’d agree. Evan would hoard anything that had your scent, your clothes, perfume. He’d loose hours of his days just sitting on the floor in your jackets or cradling an old band tee shirt you’d stolen months ago.

Habit, on the other hand, was ruthless. He allowed Evan to mourn, hell he’d mourn for a while, then he’d begin his work once again. He’d find the thing that killed you, took you from him, and god himself wouldn’t be able to save the poor creature responsible. Habit would be nothing but teeth and claws once he finds that thing. Habit won’t give them the luxury of a knife or gun.

But it wouldn’t make either of them feel any better, forced to live with the fact there’d be no more cooking dates, no more videos of your laughter. Nothing. And they’d had to move on, live with this new way of life. Survive.

They’d have to move on eventually right?

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oddballwriter · 3 months

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Hi! I saw that you write for marble hornets,and im quite New to the fandom!. I wanted to ask if you could write the MH boys comforting a reader(female but uses they/them pronouns!) After they had a horrible fight with their father. Im talking the reader shows up in tears to their house late at night,low key fearing for their safety (their father is a piece of shit), And just sort of cry while telling everything that happened.

I hope this isnt too much,thank you in advance and do take your time!!!. Have a nice day.

Warnings: Mentions of a shitty dad. References to spoilers to the Mable Hornets series involving Brian and Tim. Brian wanting to beat the shit out of the reader's dad.

Author’s Snip: Sorry this took so long. I hope this is still good!

Notes: I left out Alex because I tried to think of something but just couldn't for some reason. if you want him I can think harder and edit him in later.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Tim

Depending on how open you are about your relationship with your dad and how much you've told him about it, Tim kind of knew you coming to his door had something to do with it

Tim sucks at comfort, he doesn't really know how to do it all that well but he tries for you

He just listens. He always listens to you whenever you're upset because it's the best he can do going off on what he knows helps him. He doesn't ask questions for more context, he probably already knows it

When you tell him that you're scared for your safety it really breaks his soul. I don't know what you're picturing, like if this is pre or after Marble Hornets, but if you do imagine the aftermath then he really gets hit in a sore spot

He has survivor's guilt and feels like everything that happened was from him and although you're different, he still feels the need to keep you safe.

He can't get rid of the entity that's always chasing and following him. But maybe he can keep you safe from anything your dad does

Brian

When you come to him he's at first more focused on letting you in than asking why you're there

Brian just lets you in and asks if you want something to drink or anything

It's not until you're inside that he asks questions, and when you start talking about what happens, oh boy

If he's heard about your shit dad before then he's just pissed off, at your dad, not you

Honestly if he could meet the fucker then he'd get ripped a new one with how much he's head about him from times you came to him and cried to him about all the things your dad says and does

Brian practically wants to kill the guy already but when you mention that you're scared then you might have to stop him from going out to actually do it, because he will

We saw the reveal near the end of the series, Brian so if we go off of that then Brian probably has it in him

Of course, he tends to you first, always, but like genuinely keep an eye on him because he just might go and beat the shit out of your dad on both his and you behalf

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kettlemouse · 1 year

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Hiii! I was wondering if you could do a hc on if the proxies were to find out their s/o has the mark of a proxy. Like they could just roll their sleeves up and they would notice it. :), if not it’s totally okay I hope you have a great day 😎💪

Proxies Reaction to S/o Having The Proxy Mark

I would imagine that Masky is fronting almost 100% of the time whilst being a proxy so I won't mention Tim in this.

Masky

I would imagine that he is very conflicted about this, because one one hand, he would want to be completely loyal to slender and now his S/O isn't an obstacle to that ambition.

On the other hand, he is very aware that mean you practically sold your soul to The Slender Man.

And there is a smidge but of jealousy that you no longer belong to only him.

"So, when did you meet him?"

His tone was very passive aggressive when he finally addressed it, since you never told him.

Hoodie/Brian

Brian is fucking pissed and terrified.

You gave your live away and you didn't even tell him????

Not only that, he had warned you multiple times about this life.

He would leave immediately after finding out to just cry, maybe even scream and throw things.

Everything he's done to keep you separate from this life, from being a prisoner for eternity, and you threw it all away.

If there was ever the thought to escape, it's now both of you that need to escape, not just him.

"Why...? You couldn't just listen to me for once..."

Honestly, he is almost betrayed.

Ticci Toby

He's a whole new kind anxious now.

Now, he can't protect you the way he always wanted.

You are susceptible to punishments from The Slender Man, and those can be so bad, they leave you with broken bones.

But now he has you around him 24/7.

Takes you aside and—through various nervous ticks—asks you to be as careful as you can be and always request that he accompanies you on missions.

He kisses your mark so tenderly and you can almost see a tear slip down his cheek.

"Promise me you'll be careful. Of course you will, 'cause I'll always be with you..."

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Reblogs are appreciated <3

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mercityart · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jack, I need to talk to you."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jack, I love you so much."

And with that you two enjoy the sunset, watching the stars come out and enjoy your food, snuggled together comfortably.

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