Cadaver

Creepypasta & Slenderverse Blog All writing will be in my own Auverse: Sentience Writing, Sentience Au posts, & Self Insert and Ocs

[bleed-unsettling]

System for system with Lui and sully,,,

[bleed-unsettling]

System for system with Lui and sully,,,

[classygumi]

bad habit puts his hat on you when he fucks you.

you’ll be barely lucid, hands reaching for anything to hold. your legs spread and aching, your lips glossy with his spit. the bed creaking and moaning with every push and pull of his hips.

he’ll loom over you, wicked smirk on his lips as he takes you.

the first time he did it was on a whim.

your hair kept falling over your pretty and flustered face, and he was not happy with that. so, in a fit of irritation, he yanked the hat off his head and put it on you.

it unlocked something primal in him.

you—bare, vulnerable, malleable, so sweet—crying for him while his hat rested on your head. he didn’t care if your sweat soaked the fabric, or if his hair was now getting in his face.

and when you’re riding him?

he’s all over you.

death proof cap pulled low over your face, the only visible feature was your parted lips as you bounced. his hands would dig into the plush of your thighs, groaning as he took what you gave.

and when it was over?

the two of you would breathe and bask in each other presence, and he would take his hat off you. he’d use the bill of it to lift your chin to him, kissing you before pushing it back over your hair and whispering:

“we’re goin’ again. y'look too sweet, hun."

[cemetery-headlights]

Stealing Evan's Rob Zombie shirt while he's at work and he comes home to find you in it, asleep in his bed.

"Well, just help yourself why don't'cha?" He snickers, snapping a couple pictures before laying down beside you and snuggling until you decide to get up

[bleed-unsettling]

Tourette’s for Tourette’s with toby.

Not having to worry about suppressing your tic around each other. Fighting through that static-y itch that settles somewhere between your bones and muscles, all will vibrating in your skin and joints.

Moving to catch each other, support each other, lay with each other when those tics kick in. The ones that leave bruises on your skin and your muscles ache. Finding ways to curve what you can. Patching each other up and placing heating pads and ice on the worst a tic attack can bring to the body.

It's giggling when one's vocal tic sets off the other's. Its the playful glares at each other when one of you gets you started. The laughing fits between tics.

It's the way he tilts his head when he hears one of your vocal tics that had faded out. The snort that follows your exasperated sigh when the 'cringe' or annoying ones come back around.

Hit yourself in anyway as a tic? He rests his hand over wherever your hand keeps landing, palm up. Kissing away your worries with a reminder that he can't feel it.

[cemeteryheadlights]

Something Something Habit sees you covered in blood. However it happened - it wasn't yours, and you'd caused it.

That was all it took to have him purring and kneading your flesh like some sort of stray cat, pounding you into the mattress. Each sloppy thrust sending electricity (and pain) searing through your body.

This was round - what, now? You'd completely lost track.

He didn't even let you shower, and now you were staining his sheets red.

His pupils were blown, lungs heaving as he inhaled your scent - and the metallic scent of the blood you were covered in, of course - and you swore that his body was going to give out on him the way he was shaking.

He'd never thought too much about it before - having you be his partner in crime. But now there was no way he'd drop the subject. It was his new obsession. Any way to see you committing atrocities, to see you covered in gore.

When he came, he came hard and loud, head falling onto your chest as he finally let himself rest against you. The room was filled with his heavy panting and the smell of sex.

Any attempt to snuggle or comfort him was met with a deep growl, but there wasn't shit he could do to stop you in his current state. It was like petting a sedated bear, and you were abusing this opportunity.

[bleed-unsettling]

Jeff is obsessed with messy makeup. Dark eyeshadow that you used your fingers to apply and smudge just right. Glitter that decorated your eyelids, dusting on to your eyelashes and cheeks. A smudge lipstick.

He likes watching you put on makeup. In the mirror he stole for your room. In the passenger seat of a car, denying it when you catch him driving a bit more carefully.

He loves being the reason you're makeup is messy. Be it kissing you till your lipstick messily paints your skin and stains his or fucking you through the mattress until your mascara runs in pretty tear tracks down your cheeks.Loves watching you pick over the damage, deciding which parts to fix and what to leave. You can tell him you just like how those 'errors' look all you want, but he's going to see it the same way he see the hickeys he leaves.

[lana-del-rey-coded]

❦— Jessa

Slenderverse Character : Evan Meyers

Genre : SMAU

Additional Information : fem!reader in mind, pg13

You sit on the desk chair with your knees to your chest, watching out of the corner of your eye as Jeff and Jessa murmur to one another on the sofa, cuddled up in the corner, completely in love.

  You wouldn't say that you're jealous of them, because you aren't. You're happy for them, happy that they love each other through every up and down, happy that they found each other in this life and you hope they find each other in the next.

  But man... sometimes it hits a little close, when it's late and everyone's in Vinnie's basement, Vin editing their silly workout videos, you long for something that they have.

  Cold fingers brush your hair from your face, behind your ear, and you blink, looking up in surprise to see Evan standing beside you, a soft smile on his face, a can of some ungodly energy drink in his other hand, as he brushes a few extra strands from your eyes.

  "You're quiet." He chuckles, setting the can down and leaning on the back of your chair, your eyes dancing across the room towards the two again, before you sigh and turn to face whatever gameplay was on the big screen.

  You have known Evan for years. Longer than the rest of them, so it really isn't hard for him to read you, even when you have your thick walls of protection up around yourself.

  "Hm..." He just hums, thoughtful and quiet, before he shuffles over to the other end of the sofa, sitting back and opening his arms for you. "C'mere. Gotta be more comfortable than that chair."

  It's not that you haven't cuddled before, you used to lay all over him when you were younger, but something about it this time was... different.

  You push up from the chair slowly, shuffling over in Vin's borrowed pyjama pants and Evan's borrowed hood, climbing up into Evan's lap and curling into him as he wraps his arms around you, tight and secure, his head leaning against yours.

  "See? Better, right?" He murmurs, strangely quiet for his usual chaotic and boisterous self.

  You nod, closing your eyes to avoid looking at Jeff and Jess, shuffling to be comfortable against Evan's stocky, comfortable body, head tucked under his chin so he could still see the room.

  Evan sighs, feeling you relax immensely already, his fingertips brushing over your hip and thigh through your pants, brushing over your shins in soothing circles, until finally your breathing was even and you'd fallen asleep.

  Clicking his fingers as quietly as he could muster, Vinnie finally looks over to Evan, pushing his glasses up and grinning at the sight—lord knows these boys have heard enough about how much Evan likes you, so it was about time he made his moves.

  "Can I have my drink?" Evan whispers, pointing to his can, and Vinnie nods, pushing his computer back so he could get up, grabbing Evan's can and handing it to him.

  At the other end of the sofa, Jessa coos, smiling at the sight as you sleep on Evan, curled up like a lapdog.

  "Jeff, get that camera!" She whispers, and Jeff frowns, looking down at his girlfriend as she points at the various cameras on the small table.

  "Why?"

  Jessa rolls her eyes, motioning to where Evan was murmuring sweet secrets into your hair, his lips so close to just kissing your temple, eyes hooded as he absorbs as much of the moment as he can.

  "We need something to show at their wedding, dummy." Jessa teases, but before she could get up and record you two, Jeff stops her, kissing her softly before he grabs a camera and shoots a quick video from his side of the sofa while Jess coos about the two and Evan pretends to not be listening.

  As the time crawls longer, Jeff and Jessa stealing the spare room, Vin disappearing up to his own bedroom, Evan shifts the two of you on the basement sofa, grabbing a pillow to support his head as he lays back, being as gentle as he can to fix your sleeping body to lay on too of him, legs a tangled mess under the blanket Jessa had thrown at him.

  Your head still tucked right under his chin, lips leaving ghostly breaths along his collarbone, and Evan sighs, closing his eyes, making damn sure his arms would stay locked around you in a comforting embrace.

  The next morning, you wake up groggy, but well slept, for once.

  No nightmares, no patchwork sleep, you just slept.

  And you wake up on your stomach, cheek numb, smooshed against the soft flesh of Evan's chest as he lays below you, staring at the ceiling.

  "Oh, morning." You murmur, voice a little croaky, and Evan blinks, looking down at you and smiling.

  "Hey. How are you feeling?"

  After a short conversation, with Evan's fingers tracing your spine, you close your eyes and just listen as Vinnie stomps his way to the basement, Evan greeting his friend.

  "Do you two want anything for breakfast? I'm making waffles now, and there's a pot of coffee on." Vin asks, yawning halfway through.

  Evan chuckles, fingers tracing a slither of skin exposed between the hood and your waistband. "We'll take a coffee each, but no breakfast just yet."

  Vin stomps back upstairs, and you open an eye to look at Evan, who was now looking at you through hooded lids.

  "So... do we really have to have that conversation, or can I just kiss you?" He murmurs, voice a husk in the back of his throat, and you grin.

  "I think we don't need the conversation."

  Jessa sits crouched on the stairs, Jeff's camera in her hands as she records the kiss, ignoring the confused yet loving expression on her boyfriend's face as he stands behind her, waiting for her to come back up so they could finish breakfast.