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dejafanwriting · 2 years

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Soothing Hands—Creepypasta One-shot [SMUT]

Pairing: Tim(Masky) X Proxy(GN)Reader

Summary: Reader has been suffering from back pain and Tim comes up with an idea to help.

WARNINGS: NSFW(fingering, oral, unprotected sex), some fluff, Praise kink, pet names, teasing, body worship? pleasure dom Tim? slightly sub reader?. I suck at warnings. ['g-spot' is unisex/GN], Language, MINORS DNI. Tim being an absolute sweetheart for his s/o. Big strong Tim makes brain go burr

Wordcount: 3000+

Notes: This is my first time actually posting smut :\ never had the guts to put it out there. Please let me know what you think. Muah :*

[This fic has not been proofread. Please ignore my grammar and punctuation mistakes English is not my first language]

tim/Masky simps come get yo juice

"I fucking hate this job". You grumble under your breath as you, not so effortlessly, drag the bloodied body of an unfortunate trespasser through the dark Slender forest, all while your back and neck scream in pain due to the strain on your muscles.

"I don't think this counts as a job if we don't get paid for it". Tim replies with a low chuckle at your side whilst effortlessly carrying a body over his shoulder. He makes it look so easy and it only contributes to your bad mood.

"Here should be fine", The masked proxy says and drops the body from his shoulder "Rake should be able to sniff them out". You follow along and set the bodies together.

"We should get going before he decides we are also on the menu," you tell the brunette while wiping the mud and blood from your gloved hands. Tim does the same and the both of you turn back and begin to make your way towards the mansion you had begun to call home.

"Ugh, I need a hot bath". You exclaim with a heavy sigh while rubbing the back of your sore neck, trying to ease some of the tension in your muscles.

Being a proxy for the Slenderman was a very demanding "occupation" if it could even be called that, so you were constantly left with aches and sores that seemed to never go away. For the past weeks, you’ve had a particularly constant back pain that had been making your life more miserable.

"Your back still giving you issues?". Tim asks and momentarily shifts his gaze towards your sulking form.

"It feels like it's never going away". You complain and kick a stick from your path. The crunching of leaves and twigs snapping beneath both of your boots fill the quiet cold night of the forest. The both of you walk in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before Tim breaks it.

"If you'd like, I could come by your room later and rub your back for you". He suggests and turns to you.

You stop in your tracks and It takes you a couple of seconds to process his request. You study his body language, waiting for him to laugh or show any signs of it being some sort of dirty joke. But he was sincere and showed genuine concern. You blink a couple of times behind your own mask before finally replying.

"W-well it does sound nice, but aren't you busy later?". You ask rubbing the back of your neck, and this time not because of the pain.

"I can ask Brian to finish some of my tasks, he owes me a solid for covering for his ass last time he wanted to take the day. That way I can have more time with you". He replies with a shrug.

Your face heats up at his casual response and you thank the lord for your face covering. While Tim wasn’t the big affectionate type, he would show his love for you in acts of service. He also wasn’t the most available person timewise, so his offering to make time for you stirred something in you.

"Then I'll be waiting for you". You happily reply.

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It had been a couple of hours since you returned to the mansion. You finished one last task before you headed to your room to take a very much-needed bath and rest up. Tim on the other hand, still had other things to do, so he had been out for the past 3 hours or so.

But as promised, before the night ended, the proxy made his way to your assigned room. Tim knocked on your door in a familiar pattern, letting you know it was him before he slowly opened your door and entered.

You were lounging on your small beanbag in the corner of your room sketching away in your notebook, having only your desk lamp on for illumination. Some rock music turned to a low-volume played on your phone. You turn at the sound of your lover entering your room.

Tim greets you with a soft 'hey' as he takes off his sand-colored jacket and hangs it. He then takes off his mask and places it on your nightstand.

"Hi". you greet him with a smile once he turns his unmasked face in your direction, his handsome rough features barely lit by the light of your lamp. "Brian cover for you?".

"He was bitchin' about it, but yea". He replies while kicking off his boots and placing them by your door. The both of you would often spend the night in each other’s room, so you kept spare clothes around for sleeping. Tim made his way to your dresser and grabbed some clean clothes. "I got this from the infirmary, Doc Smiles said it's good for muscle pain relief," Tim says. He takes out a small bottle from his pocket and tosses it to you. You catch it and inspect it closely. The words "sore muscle" and "relief" are like music to your ears.

"This better work because I'm ready to rip my spine out". You tell him with a hopeful sigh.

"Alright then c'mon", Tim, now in fresh clothes, offers out his hand for you to stand. You put your sketchpad down and take his hand. After your bath, you had changed into one of Tim's shirts that fit pretty loosely on your form, and a pair of comfy sleeping shorts. Tim guides you to your bed and lets go of your hand once you're at the edge.

"Lay down and get comfortable". He says with a soft adoring smile that filled your tummy with butterflies and lightly guides you with a hand on your hip. Gentle Tim is something that never fails to get you flustered.

You comply and lay face down and rest your crossed arms and chin on your pillow. You feel the left side of your bed slightly dip under Tim's weight as he sits on the side. You hear the 'pop' of the lotion bottle and feel him shift. Tim's hands are gentle as he places them on your back to lift your shirt just above your shoulders.

"Where does it hurt most?". He asks while slowly gliding his cold hands on your exposed back, making you shiver at the contact. This earns you a soft chuckle from the brunette.

"T-there". You say with a slight grunt as he touches the sorest part of your lower back. Tim hums in acknowledgment and removes his hands from your back to reach for the lotion. He squeezes some onto his hands and rubs them together before placing them back on your back. You’re immediately hit by a soothing cool sensation and you let out a sigh of relief. He begins to slowly rub your back and you can't help but let out another sigh.

"Feels good?". Tim asks with a smirk on his face. The slight menthol scent reaches your nostrils and relaxes you even more.

"Feels like heaven". You manage to mumble out, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow. Tim chuckles once more at your reaction.

He continues to work the lotion all throughout your back, massaging the knots out of your muscles.

"You should consider ditching the whole killing thing and become one of those massage therapists". You say and look back at him over your shoulder.

"If I did, then whos going to do my job?". He asks with a smug smile adorning his features as he continues his motions.

"You said this wasn’t a job if we don't get pa-aaaid ah!" Your sentence is cut off by a moan of pleasure when Tim applies comfortable pressure to your most affected area. You shut your eyes and your face burns when you hear Tim's deep chuckle as he continues to manipulate the muscles. You fail to conceal another slightly louder moan as he goes over the sore spot. The sounds you make combined with your face contorted in pleasure send heat to certain parts of Tim's body and seem to please him even more than you.

His hands begin to drift lower on your body and it sends blood rushing to your sensitive parts. You feel the bed shift and the heat of Tim’s breath hit your exposed upper back.

"You really have been in pain haven't you?". He asks, his voice low and deeper. There's a hint of concern and guilt in his tone. But you can't help but focus on his warm breath against your skin.

Tim brings his lips down and tenderly kisses your skin. The stubble on his chin softly scratches at your skin and sends sparks throughout your body. All your can manage is a weak “mhm” while he rubs lower down your back.

Tim places another gentle kiss further down your back while slowly moving his hands just above the waistband of your shorts.

"I should've asked for a massage sooner ahh~" you tell him between breaths. Tim's lips move lower and so do his hands.

"You shouldn’t have to ask. I'm the one that should’ve offered sooner. It's clearly been affecting you". He speaks lowly, his apologetic undertone pulls at your heartstrings. But the thought of how much he cares for you drives you crazier. Tim's hand motions momentarily stop and he shifts up, closer to your head.

"Let me make it up to you", He breathes into your ear and moves his large hands lower, gently caressing your ass through your shorts. "How's that sound, doll?".

You can't help but let a whimper escape your lips as he massages you a bit firmer. Your skin heats up and you can feel yourself become more turned on.

"Can I take care of you? Replace the pain with pleasure? You want that, baby?". He asks. His voice is husky and he's breathing a bit heavier. Almost pleading for an answer. Hoping that you’d let him alleviate your stress. That you’d let him be the one to help you.

Your heart races and unable to formulate words, you whimper out a soft 'yes'. Tim breathes out a soft relieved sigh and moves to kiss the back of your neck a couple of times. His hands continue to kneed your bottom but become a bit firmer with each kiss.

"I'll take good care of you, beautiful".

You let out a surprised gasp when he teasingly nips at your flesh with his teeth, but it turns into a moan when his hands palm at your heat through your clothing.

You bury your face into your pillow and hug it harder when his hand slides beneath your shorts. You can hear his breath hitch when his hand doesn’t come into contact with more fabric.

"No underwear huh?", He lowly chuckles as his fingers brush between your thighs and the exposed flesh around your entrance. "You really wanted this didn’t you?".

Your cheeks flush redder, if even possible. You'd be lying if you said the idea of having your back rubbed by Tim would end up in sex never crossed your mind. Besides, it wouldn’t have hurt to remove extra clothing just in case.

Tim removes his hand from beneath your clothing, but before you can whine out in protest, he takes a hold of the waistband and tugs down your shorts, the cold air hitting you in a flash. Tim couldn’t help but internally chuckle and admire the goosebumps along your newly exposed flesh.

"Cold?", He asks. "Don't worry baby, I'll warm you up real soon". He soothes and palms the tender flesh of your ass, warming you up and getting rid of the goosebumps as promised. Tim then brings his fingers up to his mouth, coating them with saliva, before bringing them near your entrance.

You inhale a sharp breath as he slowly slides one thick finger into your entrance and slowly begins to pump in and out, before adding a second digit. Your walls clench around his fingers, pulling a groan from the brunette, while they continue to slowly work in and out of your sex.

"You feel pretty warm to me. You sure you cold?". He teases. You can only respond with low muffled moans as his slick fingers spread you open.

His pace quickens and you cry out his name when his fingers hit that spot inside you that makes you fall apart. Your hips jerk back onto his hand and move against his fingers, following his pace. You moan out in pleasure as you chase your climax. You can feel the spring coil within your core and your walls trembling.

"That's it, baby, let go". Tim coaxes you while trying to hold back his own moans. "F-f-f-uck, you're doing so good".

His praise is the final straw before you feel the spring snap, and come undone around his fingers. Your muscles tense and your strangled moans are swallowed by your pillow as the waves of pleasure overtake you.

"There you go", He says while keeping a steady pace, letting you ride your climax. "Relax, beautiful".

Once you slowly came down from your high, Tim's fingers slide out of you. You cant help the small whimper you let out due to the sudden loss.

"Shh it's okay, baby, I got you". He soothes and carcasses your soft flesh.

You feel the bed shift and his body move away from your side. But before you can question him, a moan rips from your throat when you feel his tongue on your heat.

Using his hands to spread apart your legs, Tim laps at your entrance and hums against your sensitive flesh as he saviors your orgasm on his tongue, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Ready for more already?". He teases against your flesh. His tongue moves in slow flicking motions against your sex.

"P-please..." You breathe out through clenched teeth as you feel the pleasure between your legs.

"Please? Please what? Tell me what you need, beautiful". He says before delivering a deliciously long slow stroke.

"Tim ahh~!" You cry out his name and arch your back, bringing your heat closer to him.

"Alright, baby, I'll take care of it" He murmured. His body shifts once more and this time you look over your shoulder as Tim starts to remove his shirt revealing his softly sculpted torso. You admire the hair on your lover's strong chest for a few seconds before your eyes move lower and land on the large tent in his sleeping bottoms. You can barely make out the small damp precum spot by the tip of his erection. His eyes immediately shift to yours at the sound of your whimpering and catch your line of sight

"This what you want, baby?" he moves his hand to palm himself through the fabric of his clothes "You want my cock inside you?" He asks.

"Please, Tim", You cry "I need you". You push your ass up towards him. Begging for him to come closer and give you what you need.

"How can I deny my baby anything when they look so beautiful and so ready for me?", His words go straight to your core and pull a soft moan from your throat.

After what feels like painfully endless teasing, Tim finally moves closer to you. His hands tug down at his bottoms, freeing his cock from its confines, and kicks off the piece of clothing. You make a mental note to burn those darn sleeping pants later.

"I'm keeping my word and taking the best care of you" Tim groans and gives his length a few pumps. "So now, let's fix that pretty back of yours".

You turn your head back to grip your pillow as you feel Tim's strong arms take a hold of your hips, pushing your ass up and pulling your body closer to him with ease. You both let out a moan as his cock rubs against your entrance. Thanks to your previous release and Tim's saliva, you're nice and lubed up for his next move.

"You're so ready for me". He says and guides his cock closer to your sex. With one last stroke, he slowly sinks down into your opening. You let out another synced moan as his cock is swallowed by the warmth of your walls.

After a few seconds of adjusting, Tim pushes your back down with one hand, pressing your chest further against the mattress, and pulls your bottom half even closer up to him with the other, making you rest your weight on your knees rather than your thighs. You feel the muscles in your back deliciously stretch at his action and let out a loud moan. You can only pray that all the household members are still out doing their tasks.

"That feels good, baby?" He asks and gives one quick thrust, fully sinking his whole length into you.

"YES! ahh~ yes!". You cry at the sharp weave of pleasure and frantically shake your head at his question.

The sight of your pleasured distress makes Tim's cock throb deep inside you. His chest fills knowing that he's the one ridding you of pain and discomfort, the one making you feel good.

"Please, baby". you basically beg, breaking him out of his trance.

Not wanting to deny you pleasure, Tim rocks his hips against you and begins a slow but rhythmic pace as his cock deliciously stretches your walls. The room is filled with the erotic sound of skin slapping along with your combined cries of pleasure.

"Just ah~ look at you. So beautiful". Tim grunts between thrusts. You cry out louder when his cock slightly rubs against your core. Knowing just what you need, Tim picks up the pace and thrusts deeper into you. The familiar spring inside your core begins to coil once again. "I'll give you what you need, baby".

Tim's arm reaches for your pillow and slightly lifts up your bottom half by the waist, just enough to allow the pillow space to rest between the bed and your pelvis. Your cheek presses directly on the mattress and your back arches, even more, pushing your ass closer to him.

This new angle allows for the tip of his cock to hit your g-spot directly. He then places one hand on each side of your head, successfully caging your body beneath his broad frame and allowing him to anchor his powerful thrusts.

The pleasure becomes almost unbearable as Tim pounds into your sex at a brutal pace. You claw at your bedsheets and you cry out in pleasure, mostly consisting of Tim's name and incoherent words. Your walls flutter around Tim's cock and the coil threatens to snap.

"Go ahead, baby", Tim presses his head against your upper back and nuzzles into you, his sideburns and stubble scratch at your flesh. "Cum on my cock"

With a final few deep thrusts from his cock, you reach your peak with one last cry. Tim continues to plunge into your hole as you ride your second orgasm of the night. Your vision blurs and your body is encased in ecstasy that sends shivers all through you. You can feel his length twitch inside you and his pace becomes slightly reckless.

Tim's orgasm is not far behind. Your walls convulsing around his cock pull him further in, and with one final thrust, he becomes undone inside you. You feel his body tense above you and he buries his head in your neck. Moaning out your name along with a couple of praises and kisses as he fills your insides with his release.

Tim holds that position for a few minutes and once the both of you have regulated your breathing, he slowly pulls out of you and a soft moan escapes the both of you at the loss of connection. Tim gives a few kisses to your back, checking up on you before raising from the bed and fetching a damp rag to clean you up, littering feather-light kisses along your sensitive flesh. He then cleans himself up and puts on a different pair of sleeping pants.

Once you regain the strength to finally move, you pull Tim's shirt back down your body, and turn to face your partner. A love drunken smile is plastered along his handsome features as he takes in your relaxed form.

"You look so beautiful" You whisper with a lazy smile of your own and reach out towards him with grabby hands. He immediately complies and lays beside you, pulling you into his strong arms.

"Look whos talking", He groans into your hair and caresses your skin, "You're the one that looks like they can give an angel a run for their money".

You cuddle into each other and you lay your head against his chest, listening to the still softly playing music combined with his steadying heartbeat, before a small giggle escapes your lips.

"What is it?". Tim asks you with a chuckle that rumbles from his chest.

"My back doesn’t hurt anymore". You perk up with a giggle.

The both of you pause for a few silent seconds, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

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BONUS:

"No fair". A very grumpy Brian grumbles under his breath.

After complying and paying back his owed favor, the yellow hooded man tiredly sulks up the last few steps and onto the floor he shares with the rest of the proxies and heads towards his assigned room in the Slender mansion.

A series of muffled cries and groans make him stop in his tracks when he passes your room. Immediately knowing what that indicated, the proxy lets out a stream of curses.

"You fucking white-masked bastard!!" He growled before stomping off to his room.

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I may or may not have gone crazy on this one. The word count is crazy for such filthy writing.

Let me know if you have any ideas, suggestions, or requests.

Love- Deja 👻

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta proxy #masky marble hornets #tim masky #cp masky #timothy wright #masky mh #marble hornets #mable hornets x reader #timothy wright x reader #proxy reader #proxy x reader #mh hoodie #x reader #smut

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candykamikun · 2 years

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Heyy!! How are you!!

Thank you for the matchup!! And your sister is autistic? That’s kinda cool im not the only one ^^ but anyways I wanna thank you for the request and all and don’t worry about any grammar errors, im polish so I’m not that well with English yet but anyways!

Could I request Liu/Sully, Tim/Masky & Jeff the Killer with a GN! S/O who has a Kikuo Personality?

(So… Here’s his channel so you can listen to his music, and also you can watch like some videos of him on YouTube or tiktok to get his personality a little better, and im just gonna say that he’s very silly, but if you want some things about him I’ll be happy to tell you!)

Thank you again!! Have a wonderful day ^^

Hi ! I'm in a good mood, and you ? ;) Yeah she is ! Severe autism non-verbal ^^" i love her so much and I have a natural love for people with sickness/syndrome/handicap/etc but I just love everyone in general! Aww don't thank me, it's just my job (I think ?-) ! Really ??? Cool :DDDD !! Actually, would you tell more about your culture/country next time ? 👀👀👀 Haha okay so enough with me speaking it's annoying i talk too much

Sorry I don't know much about his personnality hah

LIU/SULLY, TIM/MASKY AND JTK WITH A S/O HO HAS A KIKUO PERSONNALITY

LIU/SULLY

Liu doesn't mind much! I mean this pretty boy isn't difficult with his s/o as long as they're happy, really.

He's all okay ! I mean it's olay, right ? 😭

You're Silly ? Whatever :D ! He likes to teach you things, help you with expressions (bcs i feel like someone with Kikuo personnality have some troubles expressing their emotions very well ?) And even if you don't progress he'll help you by speaking for you if you don't mind or he'll help ypu with whatever you don't get !

Very nice boy, would just help you <3

Sully doesn't care less haha- like he'll act the samedi (if you manage to have Liu + Sully in a relationship, congrats : you're fcking weird 😭😭🤌 /JOKING OF COURSE)

He'll act like he always do ( SULLY AND HIS S/O HEADCANON + DRABBLE )

TIM/MASKY

HOW DID YOU GET IN A RELATION WITH HIM ???-

Tim is just an exhausted man 🤌😭 Like + you being a silly little mushroom it's tiring ++ sometimes..

Not being mean of course ! Pretty boy just wants to hold your hand innocently (bonus point if you let him/ask him or go for it)

If his sarcasm confuse you he won't stop, it's funny to see you confused 😀

He'll try to help you with things he thinks important (How to recognize a manipulative BITCH bcs he's worried for u)

He'll kindaove you ++ cuz you're very silly :D he loves it but won't tell you haha---

Kinda worried about your health (bcs Kikuo is ✨️ SKINNYYYYY ✨️ (pls take care of you :c)

He'll make you eat healthy things🤌

And just cherish you :)

JEFF THE BIT-

Yeah, he's a bitch

HE DEFINETLY MAKES FUN OF YOU

But if seomeone else ACTUALLY THINK that THEY can make fun of YOU, THEY'RE DEAD ✨️🤌

Like, HE can make fun of you

If it makes you sad, don't worry, he's not that mean.

He'll just call you "Silly" or "Dumbass" 💀

If it upset you ? he'll continue of course

He loves being a bastard--

Please, just slap him 😭😭he's not gonna stop

And beside that he'll expose your sillyness- yeah he has no limits

But if exposing this mles you feel bad he'll feel sad about it and just SURPRISINGLY apologies !

Yeah Jeff is a bitch but he loves you anyway ✨️

#jeff the killer x reader #homicidal liu/sully #homicidal liu x reader #sully x reader #jtk x reader #creepypasta x reader #headcanon #kikuo #scenarios #Tim/masky x reader #masky x reader #tim x reader #Tim wright x reader #Timothy Wright x reader #Marble Hornets #Marble Hornets x reader

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chocoshrooms · 11 months

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Fluff creepypasta headcanons?

:: FLUFF CREEPYPASTA HEADCANONS ::

• i do not own the image above •

NOTES ( i just went with adding random fluff headcanons of various creeps because i wasn’t too sure what to write exactly. hopefully this is what you wanted… but if not, feel free to request more! this took so long to get out, i’m sorry! life is a bit hectic sometimes but i still love to write when possible :) )

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:; brian will hold doors open for you, he lets you in the room before he enters himself no matter where you are. even when you are away from the manor/their homes! he also opens vehicle doors, too

:; toby and ben will remove anything from your hair that gets stuck, they’ll also adjust your hair if your hairstyle gets out of place. this gives them an excuse to gently touch you and they “look like a gentleman”

:; brian, ben, eyeless jack, dark link and toby always give their S/O a kiss goodbye no matter where they are going. you could literally be going outside to hangout on the porch and they will get a quick smooch in

:; eyeless jack, brian, kagekao, nina, and jane are probably the most comfiest to cuddle with.

jack is tall and big which gives you plenty of room to cuddle him from all angles or get comfy underneath him.

brian likes to wrap his arms around you and bring your bodies chest to chest, he’s also really warm! it takes seconds to fall asleep!

kagekao is also similar to jack but always smells so good like lavender oils, which he probably does put on himself just because he also thought it smelled good. he’ll also share some wine with you while you wind down for the night

nina is a chaotic cuddler and definitely the little spoon. she will fight over this, but it’s cute! she’s all over you, underneath or on top. though she does drool once she passes out

jane has a warm, tight embrace. she will wrap her arms around you while scratching your head/back for comfort. she also smells amazing and her chest is a great place to lay your head, sooo comfy

:; jane and nina love to do makeup! they will glam you up in heartbeat if you ask them to. if your makeup starts to get a little runny or is a bit messy they will fix it for you, too! (they’re good about making it not discreet so you’re not embarrassed). their hands always smell fruity when they get close to your face with a makeup brush, you’ll be thinking about the smell all day

:; toby, dark link, ben, and nina are huge hand holders. they are always reaching for their s/o’s hand

toby has a tight grip, he’s the one who will grab your hand every single time you’re with him. almost without a thought, he’s wrapped around his s/o!

dark link is a gentle hand holder, he likes to be smooth with it and usually runs his fingers over your shoulders and down your arms before locking his fingers in yours. he’s very proud of his s/o!

ben is a lazy hand holder, he has a really loose grip but don’t pull away from him! he gets so offended but it makes him realize he needs to hold a bit tighter

nina is a bit like toby, she’s all over her s/o (or really anyone in general). she loves to hold hands and will comment on good manicure techniques that will get your hands/nails in shape

:; eyeless jack is a nest maker, if you’re his s/o he will definitely make you the most comfiest spot to lay in, even though his s/o’s are allowed to snuggle in his bed (which is a bundle of covers and pillows he’s arranged like a nest)

:; brian, tim and jeff love to tease other creeps, but especially their s/o. height difference is something they pick at. cant reach the top cabinet? they’ll come up behind you and coo at how small you are, “poor thing can’t get a cup? guess you’ll be thirsty, haha.”

but! they can’t be mean for long. they’ll get you whatever you need and expect a kiss for the help.

:; all the creeps enjoy when their s/o sits on their lap!

eyeless jack and kage are pretty huge guys being demons and all, so they’re the most comfiest to sit on. there’s so much room to move around and honestly if you do move around a lot, they more than likely don’t even know. they give amazing head scratches, you’ll be asleep in seconds

brian, tim, jeff, and toby are a normal size for humans. they’re also very comfy themselves but are more likely to be the ones who fall asleep first! brian and tim especially love when they’re busy doing paper work and their s/o crawls into their lap, they may scold you for a bit saying they’re busy but they’re really not busy enough for your cuddles

ben and dark link are demons like jack and kage (i hc them to be lol) but they’re much smaller demons! definitely bigger than the average human but not as big as the other two. ben is cold to the touch so he’s nice to sit on when you’re hot but dark is the opposite! both place their hands on your hips or wrap their arms around you right when you sit on them

jane and nina are the squishiest seats, and the most great smelling… and more! the second you’re on their lap they’re ecstatic, reaching out to you or giving you a hug from behind. they’re ready to talk so it’s never boring!

:; brian, tim, jeff, kage, dark link and eyeless jack are rough kissers. they’re more likely to bite your lip and start a heated make out session

jane, nina, toby, and ben are soft kissers (of course this depends if you’re getting freaky) but they’re more likely to kiss you and ask how your day has been before anything else

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Bunch of random creeps! If you’d like a specific creep, please check out my profile & pick any character(s) from the list that i write for! Any request made will be out first thing! thanks so much for the requests/support so far! <3 i cant believe some of my headcanons have already gotten over 100+ hearts (or close to) ahhh :) everyone seems to like ben a bit 👀 - 🍫🍄

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paizmp444 · 1 month

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Tim/Masky !!! D: guys I swear this is totally what he looks like canonically 💗

#creepypasta #masky marble hornets #marble hornets #mh masky #tim masky #masky x reader #timothy wright #tim sutton #creepypasta masky #yes he has gauges because I said so

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marzonomy · 1 year

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hey, my friend's been sending me a lot of your stuff, and I love your writing!!

I was wondering if you could do if Tim/Masky & Brian/Hoodie finds out you have a mask kink? You're free to deny this request of course, but if you could I'd be greatful x

HELP AM I IN MY FAMOUS ERA?????

Tim/Masky:

Literally would not care in the slightest

Probably just goes “huh.” and completely forgets about it in 30 minutes

May or may not question if that’s the sole reason you like him and if you don’t actually care for or value him as a person

But he’ll be fine probably

Brian/Hoodie

Poor dude would have no idea how to react

Just super awkward and potentially flustered

For sure blinking rapidly behind his mask.. cloth. thing.

Never brings it up again, but trust it pops up in his mind frequently.

#creepypasta #hoodie creepypasta #brian thomas #hoodie x you #hoodie x y/n #hoodie x reader #masky headcanons #hoodie headcanons #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #masky creepypasta #creepypasta masky #tim wright #timothy wright #masky x you #masky x y/n #masky x reader

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yandereislife · 9 months

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One-Shots - Creepypasta x GN! Reader

Warnings: mentions of gore, death, shootings, medical settings

Movie Night

Slenderman: Downton Abbey

Definitely a sucker for this show and when the movie came out how could he NOT see it with his favorite person? Literally the only show that was able to bring out his emotions. He’s an eldritch cryptid that lived through every decade and time period, and the timeframe Downton Abbey was in happened to be one of his favorites. Always talks about their lavish lifestyles and amazingly tailored clothing. Pulls the ‘back in my day’ card but it’s more like ‘back in this time period I experienced’.

Laughing Jack: Terrifier

Definitely gets a kick out of horror movie clowns. Makes him cackle and slap his knee. He'll definitely compare killing strategies to the killer clown on the screen. If gore makes you uncomfortable you might want to sit this out though he'd enjoy bonding with you over something he deems so humorous.

Jeff The Killer: DOG

Despite him hating military people and mostly loving a good, classic horror movie to give him new ideas, his favorite genre is comedy. Why not watch a movie with a dog in it? It makes you smile, makes SMILE smile, and makes him laugh. He'll constantly look over at you making sure there's a smile on your face.

Ben Drowned: The Legend Of Zelda: The Hero of Time

Now hear me out, although he gets compared to Link all the damn time he's still a sucker for his favorite game and would love more than anything to have a piece of the GOOD part of his childhood back especially with his S/O that he trusts. So as soon as he heard about the movie he was jumping at the first opportunity to steal it off any victim who had a copy or bought a service like Hulu that the movie was on.

Eyeless Jack: Brain on Fire

With Chloë Grace Moretz as your favorite actress and him loving serious movies involving a medical mystery this was a perfect pairing. Really any medical mystery suits him but why not make it something you both can enjoy? Definitely points out medical inaccuracies not only in this movie but in EVERY show or movie you both watch. Boosts his ego and helps him remember he knows what he’s doing and what his job is.

Bloody Painter: The Joy Of Painting.

Unless you completely despised documentaries and hours of quite literally watching paint dry he'd have no problem sitting you down to watch some Bob Ross related movies. Barely talks, which is surprising. Gets loads of inspiration (somehow) and lets out a few ‘hums’ and nods as his eyes are glued to the screen and he’s a little too into it. Comments on how he should use a touch more red in his paintings.

Puppeteer: US

He would find it very interesting and would have suspected the plot twist but still didn't expect how it ended. Prime cuddle time while it's one of the rare times he's not up and moving and is finally quiet and concentrated and in the same spot.

~Proxies/Marble Hornets~

Ticci Toby: any Horror Comedy

Just like Jeff he loves comedy movies, but prefers comedy mixed with horror. Like the Scary Movie series, The Babysitter, killer couch, etc. His laughter always makes him lighten up but unfortunately triggers a lot of tics, though this seems to be one of the only times he doesn't mind. He doesn't prefer cuddling at this time like the rest might as he doesn't want to hurt you, but does indulge in resting a shaky hand on your thigh or holding your hand.

Masky: The Fifth Wave

Would definitely love the concept and plot twists. Only watches it because you begged him too, and after all of the films he’d made you watch (most likely made on Brian’s recorder and is a bunch of gore) you insisted it was your turn to ‘pick’. Gets jealous of how Cassie/Evan makes you blush and cuddles the fuck out of you after he notices your little infatuation. Keeps teasing you about how he'd have to patch you up if you got shot like Cassie.

Hoodie: The Pogkeepsie Tapes

Surprisingly Hoodie likes the goriest movies of them all, like even Jeff doesn’t watch some of the shit he gets his hands on. From the dark web to something Ben has to fish around to get from old tapes they'd found in victims’ houses he just cannot get enough. It's hard to tell if the screams are real or fake. The scariest part is how utterly calm they make him. He always lays back and insists you snuggle next to him, but understands if you can't 'handle the content'.

A/N: First Creepypasta one-shot. I wrote this a long time ago and decided to upload it here with some edits made as I’m not on Wattpad much anymore. Hope you enjoyed! <3

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mavis-luvsu · 7 months

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If I’m completely honest there is not NEARLY enough content about Alex, it’s a crime!!!

I’ve read like all of the good content on here and I’ve started looking at Ao3 and I think I’m just really bad at using it? Or there’s like no content for him there either (any tips for Ao3 navigating would be greatly appreciated)

And not to mention I’ve seen all of the edits of him!! 😭😭

#alex kralie x reader #alex kralie #timothy wright #mh masky #marble hornets #hoodie #x reader #oc x character

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brights-place · 4 months

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Hiya! Hope you are doing well today!

Would like to request like a d*ad!reader x tim/masky from before or during marble hornets-- (you can pick if they were involved during mh or no)

Pleases and thank yous!!

-🙀 anon

Rise from the grave

Pairings: Tim(othy)/Masky X S/O Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Abnormal Activity, Cursing, Blood, Horror shit, an small amount of gore, D.I.D, and Mental Issues

A/N: OMG OMG YES FINALLY AN REQUEST! Anyways thanks for the request Anon I’m going to serve you some Headcannons and some random bits and pieces that I think would Suite this! <33

- Masky and Tim are two different people and Tim’s not aware of Masky but Masky is Aware of Tim.

- So There reactions would be different to seeing you

- He’d be horrified seeing you again since you were gone…

- The pain in your eyes and how your body was an mess and was ruined.

- Your death left an huge toll on him which affected and made his mental health worse along with his black outs when he wouldn’t eat or take his meds for an couple of days.

- He would start having an panic attack

- The rotting smell of flesh, the smell of dirt and the lingering scent of moss made him want to hurl when staring at you.

- Your appearance was different and scary and that’s what made him scared.

- Your once vibrant figure was more different. It was now a gruesome sight. Torn clothes hang off your mutilated body, drenched in dried blood, while deep gashes and lacerations mar on your skin.

- your dead and lifeless eyes staring at his made him take an step back in fear as you reach your hands out to him whispering “Tim” under your croaky and hoarse voice.

- he broke down on the spot as you approached him

- When you knelt down and your slender fingers touched him he froze instantly your scent lingering in his nose that made him vomit to the side of his body.

- The fact that even though your body was never found he saw you infront of him torn to shreds making his tears burn due to how he failed to protect you… how he failed to keep you safe.

- you were making an film then it led up to this shit show of an life

- as he was busy losing it and breaking down your voice snapped him out of it… even though your appearance was more… different he still knew it was you

- even though he left you to explore the woods chasing after the yellow hooded male and something that you said that scared you he didn’t listen to busy focusing on what the Operator was doing.

- he cried as he stared at you

- as soon as you even try to hug him he will still be in fear and scoot backwards checking to find his pills so you would go away.

- you didn’t…

- you still followed and lingered behind him trying to get his attention

- you even tried to stand infront of him showing your sweet smile but your once sweet smile had blood coated on your lips and an obvious dirt stain on your cheek.

- If he pass outs and turns into Masky then it’s an whole other thing

- Masky would be more hostile but then think you would be useful

- Masky would still be afraid of you but more confident abit in the same way yk???

- he would manipulate you to his own venue fr your already dead so he doesn’t care

- would use Tim against you since well Masky and Tim shared an body of course

- Masky would also ask you things about h th e operator since YOU have seen him more clearly then anybody else…

- when Masky and Tim Switch you keep tabs on it.

- your dead so like you don’t have anything else to do but follow your partner/ or friend who still thinks you aren’t real or just doesn’t pay attention to you until they need something.

- when Tim was having an panic attack even though you were dead and more… diffrent looking it didn’t mean your heart didn’t change or feelings change.

- you went or comfort him but it made it worse for abit before he started to speak.

- “If I told you about the darkness and things I kept hidden would you still even love me? even if you were alive or dead?”

- you’d listen to him even offer an hand (You pulled off your hand and offered it to him to lighten up the mood which he chuckled at before getting freaked out worriedly looking at you)

- He’d blame himself on and on about how he ended up making you die but you blamed how you curiosity got the best of you and that’s how you ended up dying (I think know the term curiosity kills the cat? YUP! That’s it)

- You two would talk and cry and vent together and talk about your memories together when you were alive…

- but it was known that Masky/Tim had to move on soon he can’t date/befriend the dead… no matter how many memories you talk about you are stuck in the body of an ruined corpse

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realvigilante · 1 year

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i will | tim wright

The nights were always the hardest.

During the day, he could keep himself busy, keep his mind off of the looming fears and anxieties always growing in the back of his mind, always weighing him down. He had a routine. The routine would keep him safe.

That’s what he told himself, anyway, and it had stayed true so far. He couldn’t risk any slip ups.

It had been two years since Tim drove away from the horrors that had been haunting him ever since he was a child. It had been two years since the only people he could call his friends had died gruesome, tragic deaths. And he did nothing to stop it.

He would say that things were getting better, because they were. But progress wasn’t linear. And the good days were still few and far in between.

And he had you. You, who were so patient and kind, who were miles away from the site of disaster. You weren’t poisoned by his past. You were precious. You were safe.

So when he woke up from a nightmare, a memory not so distant, sweating and shaking and scared for his life, he knew he could turn to you. You would always be there. You would never leave. He would keep you safe, like he couldn’t keep his friends safe before.

He shook you gently, not wanting to startle you, because he never wanted you to feel fear like he had known once before, and called your name when you stirred.

“Hey, baby, is everything okay?” You asked, noticing the tear tracks on his cheeks, the way he was still silently shaking.

You held his face in your hands as softly as possible, your thumbs wiping away his tears. He placed his hands on your forearms, leaning into you for comfort.

“Nightmares again,” he replied, his voice unsteady between heavy breaths as he tried to gain his composure.

You nodded in understanding, pulling back to take in his appearance. His blue shirt was soaked with sweat, his hair damp and stuck to his face, and he looked an absolute mess. But he was your mess. And you were going to help clean him up.

“Let’s get you in the bath, yeah?” It was more of a statement than a question, because you knew he would agree. He always had trouble falling back asleep after having a nightmare, and a hot bath would calm him right down.

He was grateful you didn’t ask about the dream. You never did anymore, because he never wanted to talk about them. How could he? He couldn’t even believe what had happened sometimes, so how could he expect you to?

And besides, that was the past. You were now. You were safe. He had to keep you safe. As far away from the past as possible.

He nodded in agreement, and you stepped out of bed to head to the bathroom. Tim followed after, never letting go of your hand as if he was afraid you would fade away if he did.

Tim sat on the toilet as you ran the water, setting it to the perfect temperature, just hot enough where steam would rise and his skin would redden the slightest bit. It wouldn’t burn, but it would help him cope with the emotions he was feeling. It would help him feel again.

As the bath began to fill, you turned to your boyfriend, a soft smile on your face. He smiled back, though it didn’t meet his eyes, and you could see in his expression how tired he truly was.

“Lift your arms up.”

He did as he was told, and you took off the damp shirt with ease, discarding it without a care to be picked up later. Tim rid himself of his shorts and boxers afterwards, looking at you expectantly after he did.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. Do you know that?” You asked, taking in his pale skin and the scars that littered it. He hadn’t divulged what they were from, and you didn’t know when he would, but you knew he had been through hell.

His cheeks reddened, and he covered his stomach with his arms, smiling a bit broader this time. “You’re always sugaring me up.”

“I believe the correct term is ‘buttering me up’,” you corrected with a smile, and he shrugged in response.

He was unbelievably grateful for you in times like these. You were so patient. So kind. So loving. He didn’t think anyone would be able to love him like this; he was a broken remnant of what might have once been a man, if you squinted in the right light.

But you loved him still. You hadn’t said it yet, but he could feel it in everything you did.

And on nights like these, you helped him recover. He didn’t know what he would do without you. He couldn’t bear to think of it.

As he settled into the bath, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles, he thought that maybe he should portray these feelings to you somehow. Maybe with his words, with his body, any way that he could, but he wasn’t functioning properly.

He didn’t want to scare you away. He didn’t want to say something out loud, to make this real, to give anything or anyone a reason to rip you away from his grasp.

But he had to do something. To make sure you knew how appreciated you were, how much you changed his life.

So he reached out, grabbed your arm from where you were situated beside the tub, and said the words he’d been too scared to until this moment.

“I love you.”

The way you looked at him made it worth all the fear, all the worries. You looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky, and he did it all for you. And he would’ve, had you asked. He would do anything for you.

The position was uncomfortable, but you made it work; up on your knees, you leaned over the side of the tub to kiss him firmly on the lips, your hand grazing his stubble.

Before he could kiss back, you pulled away, a smile on your lips. “I love you,” you replied, as earnestly as ever.

And then you continued on like normal. Because, really, both of you had already known. The love you shared was palpable, you could feel it in the air that surrounded you. It was just a matter of saying the words.

You used the cup on the bath to get his hair wet, scooping water from the tub and pouring it on his head gently. You used his favorite shampoo, tea tree and coconut, and scrubbed it into his hair with purpose.

Once you had rinsed his hair, when the water had cooled down, you gave him a gentle massage on his shoulders.

The silence between you two was comforting, you undoing tension knots in his broad shoulders, thinking about tomorrow’s plans, while he wondered if he would ever divulge his past to you.

If he could tell anyone, you would be the person. A therapist would just lock him up somewhere dreadful and awful, make him be in a padded room for the rest of his miserable life. And he didn’t think he could survive without you next to him at night.

He just needed a way to bring it up. He needed a way to ease into the conversation, to be sure you wouldn’t run away screaming as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.

Later on, after Tim had dried off and changed into a new pair of pajamas, the two of you laid in bed together.

Your limbs were intertwined, you were as close together as physics would allow, your hands in Tim’s hair and his head on your chest.

He had to do it, he decided. This was the only way he would grow, if he shared this trauma and this pain with someone who he knew could help. And that someone was you.

So, with a deep breath and a heavy heart, he began to share his past with you. And he knew, deep down, that you wouldn’t leave.

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this fic was cross-posted on ao3! if you enjoyed it, please consider commissioning me at ko-fi.com/rorywrites or even a follow or reblog will help!

#marble hornets #tim wright x reader #masky x reader #Timothy wright #mh masky #tim wright

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kimryowo · 1 year

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WALKING THROUGH FIRE

Nine Year Old [Name] is invited to be a part of a college student’s film project called “Marble Hornets.” [Name]’s brother, [B. Name] is close friends with the director of said film, Alex Kralie.

Things take a sudden turn when [B. Name] kills himself, leaving [Name] to fend off the creature that was following him.

Yet, five years after production, things take an even darker turn when the now fourteen-year-old [Name] realises that the people from her past—some emerging again now—won’t let her go so easily, nor will they let her forget them—whether or not she can’t help it.

[Female Reader who uses She/Her]

[B. Name] is “Brother’s Name”

[N. Name] is “Nickname” (If applicable)

[B. N. Name] is “Brother’s Nickname” (If applicable)

[F. Name] is “Fake Name” (if applicable)

Some of the characters' personalities are based on headcanons.

[I] ENTRY 1 - DELVE INTO YOUR PAST

pt. 1 / ???

tw for entry one: suicide, vomit,

When the shy nine-year-old stepped through the doors and into the room, she felt slightly nervous. Her brother, [B. Name] walked in with her, patting her on the shoulder as he gestured for the child to take a seat.

“[Name], this is Alex, remember? He’s the one making that film,” [B. Name] reminded, looking at his sister.

She let out a small nod, “uh-huh. I do…”

[B. Name] looked at his friend, “sorry ‘bout that, Alex. She’s a bit shy, is all.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind. She wouldn’t be speaking much anyways,” Alex said, fixing the papers in his hands as he placed them into a neat stack on the table.

“W…” [Name] trailed off, her words being muffled due to her sleeves covering her mouth, “what did I need to do..?”

“Just come grab a script for me, okay? Also, just so you’re both aware, I’m going to record this audition, is that alright?” He stated.

The small girl let out a nod, she was okay with that—especially if she wouldn’t remember later.

“Oh. Uhm okay…” She muttered, picking up a script.

[B. Name] leaned forward, speaking some words to Alex, “is it alright if I read any lines said by other people? I feel as if that can help her feel more comfortable. If not, that’s totally cool, I don’t mind, Alex.”

The man hummed in response, “yeah, I don’t mind. I’ll just observe and take some notes.”

“Sweet,” the [H. Colour]ed boy began before he turned towards his younger sister, “hey, [N. Name], you’re gonna act like you’re talking to me, alright? You got this!”

“Hang on a second for me, [B. Name], I need [Name] to do some things for me first,” Alex said, looking at the young girl. “I want you to say your name to the camera.” He brought it down towards her, so it had a clear shot of her face.

“H-Hello,” she muttered, her voice cracking slightly, “I’m [Name], do- do you want me to say my last name?” She had gotten a nod from both guys, urging her to continue.

“I’m [N-Name] [L. Name],” she said.

“Okay, good so far, [Name], from what your brother tells me, this is very out of your comfort zone. Now, I’m going to have him read the other characters lines,” Alex announced, his voice was rather gentle—something that surprised [B. Name].

[Name] nodded, looking down at the paper with her lines on it.

“You’re going to read for a character named ‘[F. Name]’ so hopefully this will be easier for you,” he said. “Just relax, really use your emotions. You can just read from there whenever you’re ready.”

The girl cleared her throat, reading over the words, she began. “…He’s really coming home, isn’t he? I’ve really m-missed him.”

“Yeah, he’s coming home. I can tell you’re excited, huh?” [B. Name] recited from the page, his voice bringing the young girl some comfort.

“Uh-huh! When he comes back, I’m gonna make him a big cake! Well, I’ll get someone to help me make one, hehe…” she trailed off, a hint of mischief laced her tone.

“Seems like you’ve got the whole thing planned out. Am I helping out with your plan?”

She’d nod, “yeah! I do. I-If we can, can we throw a party for him..? Brian, I mean.”

“C’mon then, let’s go bake your cake. Tell me, do you have what flavour you want in mind?”

“Uhm, oh… no, I don’t, how about… vanilla?”

“Okay, that’s it. That was good. Thank you, [Name]. [B. Name], can you write your sister's name and your email address on the pad over there?” Alex asked, pointing towards a small pad.

The young girl stood up, waiting for her brother.

“Oh, I hear some more people, go wait outside for me, [N. Name], I’ll be a second,” her brother asked. She nodded, walking outside of the doors.

She grew excited over who was outside, “Brian!” She was about to run into his arms as he kneeled down, his arms spread wide. But, she stopped, “and…”

“Hey, [N. Name]! This is my friend, Tim. We’re gonna get dinner after this if you and your brother want to tag along,” he offered, smiling at the young girl.

“I’d have to ask [B. Name] but I r-really want to!” She said, however, right on cue, her brother walked out.

“Brian, how are you, man?” He asked, patting the man on the shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m good. What about you? I can see [Name]’s been doing well,” Brian chuckled. “Have- You’ve met my friend, Tim, right?”

“You’ve spoken about him but I’m not that familiar with him,” [B. Name] says with a sigh.

“Well, we were wondering if you’d like to come to dinner with us after I’m finished with the audition,” the brunette male asked. “[N. Name] wants to go.”

Her brother thought for a moment, “well, unfortunately, we can’t. [Name] shouldn't be staying up very late and besides, I don’t want Tim to feel as if we’ve invaded your guys’ space. We’ll cya around. C’mon sis. Oh, it was nice to meet you, Tim.”

[Name] pouted, she wanted to go out to dinner, she hadn’t done so in a long while. “Awww… goodbye, Brian, goodbye, Tim.” The siblings began to walk off with a wave, the older one picking his sister up and placing her on his shoulders.

Soon, Brian walked into the room, “sorry to keep you waiting, Alex.”

—-

As [B. Name] began to drive away, he couldn’t help but look forward with a dark expression, his knuckles had grown white from how hard he gripped the steering wheel.

“[B. N. Name]! Can we go out for dinner another night..?” She asked, holding onto her [Animal] plushie she had left within the car from before. “With Brian and his friend!”

He was silent for a moment, deep within his thoughts but he snapped out of it.

“S-Sure… sure, [N. Name]. We can do whatever you’d like, just… not now, ‘kay?” He whispered, he was extremely tense.

The young girl was aware of her brother’s panic, but she wasn’t sure as to why he was.

“[B. Name], you’re… you’re upset,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “What happened..? Did your weird power do something?”

He let out an unsteady chuckle, “yeah, let’s… let’s go with that.”

[Name] was confused, she was too young to understand the horrific things happening to her older brother. “Okay.”

The rest of the car ride was silent, at least, for a while.

As [B. Name] was driving, a small, almost inaudible voice whispered into his ear, it was dark.

“[B. Name], you have to do it…”

He slammed his foot on the brakes, jolting the car forwards.

The young girl was surprised, she was off inside her own thoughts, thinking about what she was going to eat for dinner later that night when the car slammed to a stop. She was thrown forward—being stopped by only her seatbelt—but fell back, her back colliding with the hard seat behind her.

“Owie… [B. Name]! Y’gotta be careful, silly! That hurt,” she whined.

“Sorry. Sorry about that, [N. Name].” He muttered, pulling over to the side of the road. “Just… something…” he began to mutter, the young girl wasn’t able to pick up his words. He scratched his head frantically, biting his fingernail, deep in thought.

The young girl began to whine, she was growing slightly agitated sitting on the side of the road.

“[Name], just shut your eyes for a second, okay? You’re gonna hear something scary.” His voice was shaky, tears began to form in his eyes.

“[B. N. Name], a-are you crying..? You’re scaring me…”

“Y’know what? T-Take my phone, go call Brian and wait outside, okay?” He choked, he wouldn’t let his sister see his face. “I love you, [Name].”

“I love you, [B. N. Name]!” She’d chirp, unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the car as she called her brother’s friend.

She sat against the front of the car, sitting down on the ground — it was growing dark and [Name] was a little worried.

She placed the phone on speaker as she waited for the man to pick up.

She was completely oblivious to what her brother had just done.

—-

Brian’s phone began to ring, “sorry, Tim. It’s [B. Name].”

“No, it’s fine, Brian.” The other man said.

As Brian picked up the phone, he didn’t expect the young girl to be on the other side. “Hello?”

“Brian! Hello.”

“[Name]? Why’re you calling me? Is everything okay?” He asked, giving Tim a glance. He held his fork in his other hand, playing with the food on the plate.

“Uhm, I don’t know. [B. N. Name] told me to call you and ask if you could pick me up.”

“What? Where is your brother? Where even are you?” His voice grew a concerned tone, why was the girl calling him?

“Uhm, I think… He told me to sit outside the car, he said that I needed to wait until you got here to take me back to my house.”

“Okay, this is a lot. [Name], why did he tell you to sit outside?”

“I’m not sure but he’s laying down on the wheel in the car! I think he’s just sleeping, I think his head is bleeding- oh. Hang on, there’s someone standing next to one of the trees! I think he’s just staring at me, or [B. Name], I dunno. He’s very tall. I’m a bit scared…”

That startled him, “what road are you on? I’m coming now. Just… get back inside the car. Call 911 for me,” Tim sat there confused, why were they leaving exactly?

“Brian, is everything okay? What’s going on?” He’d ask, a slight huff in his tone.

Once the man on the phone got the location — after explaining how to look at the road signs, he knew where she was — he hung up. He then turned to face Tim, “[B. Name] shot himself. [Name] is by herself now.”

“Doesn’t she have parents?” Tim questioned, he wasn’t against picking her up just yet, he just found it strange that the first instinct of the young girl was to call Brian.

The other man stayed quiet, “no. They were put in jail when she was younger. She, [B. Name] live next door to me.”

That made Tim go silent, “I see. Well, c’mon then. I’ll grab the check.”

Brian felt nervous.

—-

After staying on the phone to the 911 operator, police and ambulances arrived at the car and the [H. Colour]ed girl stepped out.

She was shaken by the number of people that surrounded her, however, they were mainly concerned with her now-dead brother.

She was sitting in the back of the police car when Brian and Tim arrived.

She watched as the few police officers went and spoke to the two men.

The young girl was confused, she didn’t understand what was going on. It was confusing, really.

“Sir… that’s my friend,” [Name] muttered, looking up at the police officer watching over her.

“Here, come with me and we’ll talk to them,” he said gently, he had a deep voice. It was slightly intimidating but it was soft, the officer could tell she was shaken up—because her brother practically offed himself in front of her and because of all of the people surrounding her.

“Uh, okay,” she whispered as she followed the officer.

She was teary eyed, the whole situation was confusing, she barely understood. Her head hurt.

“Brian..?” Everything was blurry, people’s faces were blurring together and she felt incredibly dizzy. Before she even realised what was happening, she toppled over herself, knees scraping the rocky concrete, throwing up.

She let out chokes and sobs, unsure of what to do. The weight of what her brother did hit her — now she was truly all alone. The harsh reality felt like a slap on the face.

“Why..? Why did you do it, [B. Name]?” She murmured, her breaking heart was twisting, she wasn’t sure of what was happening as a bunch of officers raced to her side.

“G-Get away from me!” She screamed, pushing herself back and away from the flood of adults. Her breathing was quick, something uncommon for her, [Name] felt like she could hear her own heart racing within her ears — and she could.

“…[Name],” Brian murmured, kneeling down next to the panicking girl — despite her shrieking, he could tell that she was calm around him.

“B-Brian… [B. N. Name], he-“ she wailed, crying into his black coat — the one covering his dirty mustard one.

“Shh, I know, it’ll be okay. Come home, everything is fine,” he whispered, pulling the frantic girl closer to him.

“I’m s’rry,” she said as her eyes flickered towards Tim, who was smoking a cigarette, “sorry, Tim… I feel bad-“

“Don’t worry about it,” he said distantly, looking away from the girl and looking at the brush surrounding them.

She felt uneasy, however, she was slowly calming down, yet, something felt strange. Something inside her was changing, she just couldn’t seem to find a need to move, she felt sluggish.

“Tired… just… let me sleep,” she murmured, feeling the drowsiness take over her body. She felt numb after a while.

One singular thought came to mind as she fell asleep right in Brian’s arms.

She really should have gone to dinner that day.

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halloweenbitch2764 · 1 year

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Characters I Write For

Slashers

Brahms Heelshire

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Dead By Daylight

Everyone

American Horror Story

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Madison Montgomery

Kyle Spencer

Cordelia Foxx

Misty Day

Jimmy Darling

Bette and Dott Tattler

Dandy Mott

James Patrick March

The Countess

Sally McKenna

Michael Langdon

Creepypasta (maybe others if requested)

Slenderman

BEN Drowned

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack

Ticci Toby

Marble Hornets

Tim Wright/Masky

Brian Thomas/Hoodie

Jay Merrick

Alex Kraile

My Chemical Romance

Gerard Way

Mikey Way

Frank Iero

Ray Toro

Stardew Valley

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endious · 2 years

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2:59AM — burn, little flower.

ft — timothy wright (masky) x fem!reader

cw — dubcon, marking, smoking, cigarette burns, mentions of cigarette scarring, implied abuse, implied kidnapping

— -17 & ageless blogs dni

wc — 710

Tim loves to use your pretty body in all sorts of ways but one of those ways he enjoys the most is putting his cigarettes out on you.

The sting hurts and tears swell up in your eyes as you muffle a hurt whimper with your hands. He twists the lit end against your thigh, the burn it leaves behind scratching at your nerves as your brows raise in alarmed pain, taking a deep breath through your nose to calm down but the suffocating smell of smoke fills your lungs making you cough.

“Thought I said to be quiet, hm?” His voice is low, annoyed and you can feel his eyes peering down at your shaking form from behind that mask. Your fingers tremble against your tearstained cheeks and you hear him click his tongue before pulling you up to sit on his lap facing him.

And God does it make your heart race wildly with fear.

“Nervous, pretty girl?” His eyes narrow as he seeks your gaze while lighting another cigarette with a sigh. Your eyes keep their gaze steady on his lap and with a frustrated groan he grips your chin tight and makes you look up into his eyes as he lets the newly lit cigarette hang from his lips. The mask pulled up just enough to show his mouth and the small view of his scruffy lower face.

“There’s no need to be so scared. I’m not that scary, sweetheart.” He leans back in the sofa lazily, newly lit stick held between his fingers as he blows the smoke right into your face. He grins at the way your features scrunch up and try to battle the urge to cough again, his hand that was on your chin falling to rest on your waist giving it a small squeeze. A reminder to stay still.

You pout just the slightest, hands resting against his chest like he always enjoys as you stare expectantly at him and the cigarette that hangs from his fingers, like he always expects you too.

“Pretty girl, it’ll hurt if I do it.” He hums at the pleading look you give him. It’s just enough to convince him as he takes another inhale before breathing out as the smoke fades to nothing in the air. “Y’know how bad it’ll feel if I press this against your pretty skin.”

“Tim,” You’re begging, knowing it’s what he likes. This is the only way to get him in a calmer state, to clear his mind.

He chuckles before reaching and holding the lit end mere inches from the skin of your thigh again. He stares at you for a moment before pushing it into the soft flesh, twisting it until he knows it’s put out and coos at the irritated skin and the mark he left behind.

“It’s gonna scar. Real nasty too.” He sighs, running a hand through your hair as you sniffle and blink away tears before hesitantly leaning forward until you’re resting against his chest as he lights another but doesn’t opt to press this one to your skin. This one isn’t meant for playing like the previous ones were. This one is to relax and calm his mind.

He stares out the dirty window, making a mental note to make you clean it later before he leaves again. His free hand resting against your lower back as you curl into his touch, a content sound leaving you as you stay there.

This isn’t a soft moment nor comforting in any way. You’re left on edge, anxious and terrified of what he’ll do to you next, but at least you have short moments like this where you get a glimpse at what a normal relationship with Tim might’ve had in store for you.

One day you’ll find a way out of this hell hole, but you’ve decided to play it nice for now. Until he’s vulnerable or leaves too much trust in you one day.

Too bad he’s already aware of how fake you truly are under that show you put on every day of being obedient. He’ll teach you a lesson later as well for thinking he’s stupid enough to be fooled when in reality you’re the one wrapped around his finger.

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