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MINORS DNI

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you can call me starry, i use she/they pronouns

i am not new to the creepypasta community! i’ve been here since around 2015, but i just recently started this blog

i'm fairly new to writing fan fiction, so please be kind! if you notice any errors in my writing please let me know!

the dividers in this post are by @kodaswrld

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Decode

Ben Lawman (Ben Drowned) x gn! Reader

Decode - Paramore

notes: this is my first time writing smut and i'm still not sure how i feel about it. please let me know if there are any errors in my writing!

dividers by @sister-lucifer

MINORS DNI

“What the hell is your problem?” You practically screamed it at him. Your pictures were all over the monitors of his room. Shots of you mid-orgasm, shots of you on top of him, pretty much any angle you could think of, it was projected across the ridiculous amount of screens that he housed.

“Problem? Baby, this isn’t a problem,” he grinned up at you from the bed. You could never understand how lax he was, laying back on his forearms with his legs spread. You had walked in on him just a few minutes ago, sprawled across his sheets with his dick in his hand. This wasn’t the first time, Ben had a habit of making his pleasure a bigger ordeal than it needed to be. Projecting photos of you that you had no idea he had taken around the room, surrounding himself with your lewdness. 

“This is so fucking pathetic Ben! God, you put these pictures up without a care for who might see them. You don’t even lock your door!” He had gotten up while you were yelling at him, not bothering to tuck himself back into his pants. The smile stayed on his face as he walked towards you, reaching out with the clear intention of holding you to him. Before he could, you shoved your hand into his chest, pushing him back onto the bed.

“Don’t even start with me,” you stepped closer to him, standing over where he was now laying on the bed. “You think you can pull this shit and I’ll just forgive you for it?” You were fuming now, pissed that he didn’t seem to learn his lesson from all of the other times that this had happened. The smile started to fall from his face, realizing you were actually pissed at him. You moved to straddle his waist, pinning him down so that he wouldn’t be able to escape your lecture.

“Look, I’m sorry baby, you know I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said it softly, like he was trying to calm down a raging bear. You scoffed at him, “Really? You didn’t mean to?” He knew that you had talked about this multiple times before, there was no way that he didn’t think that this would upset you. “Delete them Ben.” His face dropped and he began to plead with you. Telling you that he would never do it again, promising that this was the last time.

“Ben, if you don’t delete them, I’m leaving this room and we will never fuck again” you pushed your hips down to emphasize your point, and when the screenes didn’t immediately go black you started to get up from your position. 

“Wait, I’ll do it, I’m sorry,” he reached up to your waist, pulling you back down as the screens all went dark. The room plunged into darkness along with them, leaving you to glare at where you assumed Ben’s face was as your eyes adjusted to the dark. He switched his light strips on, allowing the soft green glow to encompass the two of you. You moved your hands atop of where he was on your waist, taking them into your own and pushing them over his head. He let out a soft groan at the movement, pleading with you to let him touch you.

“Nope, you don’t get to touch me after what you just pulled. You’re going to sit back and take whatever I give you.” His eyes widened at your words and his hips bucked up into yours involuntarily. You smiled down at him as you pressed your own hips against his, stopping him from rolling up into you again. You let go of his hands, reaching to pull off your top before using the fabric to tie his wrists to the headboard of his bed. With your hands now free, you pushed his shirt up, revealing his bare torso underneath.

“Baby please, I can’t,” he practically whined it out. You looked up to see his eyes glazed over, you hadn’t even touched him yet. “Careful Benny, you don’t want me to leave you like this, do you?” He shook his head violently as you giggled at the action. He was so desperate for you that it was cute, almost cute enough to make you forget that you were upset with him. 

Remembering his earlier actions, you lifted your hips up, pulling his pants down the rest of the way. He let out a groan as you sat back down, this time on his lower thighs so that he couldn’t feel you against where he wanted you most. You wrapped your hand around his dick, leaning your head down so that you could spit on the tip as you began to pump him. He threw his head back with a deep whine, pleading for more while he did it. You grinned, pressing down on his hips as he tried to thrust up to meet your movements. “Please baby, I wanna be inside you,” he’s begging now. It really is pathetic how much he needs you.

“No Ben, you don’t get to be inside me,” you stick your lip out, mimicking his own pouting expression as you speed up your movements. You can tell he’s starting to get close, his panting and whining is a clear sign. Normally you’d speed up, bring him to an orgasm before he took his turn making you feel good. But not this time. This time you wanted to punish him. Right as he’s about to reach the edge, you stop. You take your hand off of him and lean back, removing the chance of him getting any kind of friction. 

“No, baby please,” he lets out the most pathetic groan you’ve ever heard at the loss of your touch. His arms are pulling at his restraints, trying his hardest to finish himself off. You laugh at him, “God Ben, you are so pathetic.” His eyes widen at your words, still panting at how close he was to cumming. He nods, “I am, I just need you so bad”. You smile at his words. You know that you have two options at this point; you could continue to edge him or give him the release he so desperately wants. “Have you learned your lesson?” You ask him before you decide. He nods vigorously, showing his agreement. Believing him, you move your hand back to his aching dick, resuming your actions from earlier.

He’s still pent up, close enough that you can tell it won’t take long for him to cum. Deciding that you want to reward him for making the correct decision, you push yourself further down his legs until you are eye level with his cock. He’s watching you the entire time, knowing what you’re about to do. You lick up his shaft, wasting no time before you’re bobbing your head up and down on him. You can hear him pulling at the restraints around his wrists, and they finally give. He brings his hands down to wrap in your hair, nestling into your soft locks so that he can guide your movements. You let him, knowing how desperate he is to finish. He pushes you all the way down, holding you there as he releases down your throat. You feel him giving small pumps, riding out his orgasm, before he pulls out. He quickly leans forward, grabbing you so that he can kiss you.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’ll never do it again, I promise.” There’s tears in his eyes, you smile at him. “I know,” you slowly stand up, and he moves with you, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He nods, wrapping himself around you and leaving small kisses down your neck as you lead him to the bathroom.

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Need You Here

creepypasta smau!!!

Need You Here - Sleeping With Sirens

includes: Brian Thomas, Jeff Woods, Jack Nyras, Toby Rogers, Ben Lawman

dividers by @kthice

Brian Thomas

Jeff Woods

Jack Nyras

Toby Rogers

Ben Lawman

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I’m Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket

brian thomas (hoodie) x gn reader

notes: just a little thing i typed out while watching supernatural and bumming on my couch, i hope yall enjoy! listening to im low on gas and you need a jacket by pierce the veil while i wrote this

dividers by @strangergraphics

MINORS DNI

You’re sitting outside, on a sweet little bench that sits on the porch of the cabin that you share with Brian. Your pistol is sitting next to you on a table he made a few months ago when he tried to pick up woodworking. It didn't exactly work out well. You take a sip of the whiskey that you poured for yourself before coming outside, realizing that there's far more in the cup than you should be drinking. You don’t really care, you hope that it makes you forget the fight that you just had with your husband.

You look up from your glass to see one of the cameras he installed forever ago, the red recording light blinking as it turned to face you. You force a smile at the camera, knowing that Brian is watching you from it. You lean over to the table, picking up your pistol and switching off the safety before firing at the camera, shattering the device in one shot. You set the gun on your thigh, not bothering to switch the safety back on before taking another sip from your glass as you hear the door to the cabin open.

“What the hell?” He’s pissed; a smile spreads across your face. “You were spyin’ on me, you know I don’t like that Bri.” You take another sip from your glass before he takes it from you, knocking back the rest of the amber liquid in one gulp. He sits next to you on the bench, setting the glass down on the floor next to you.

“Was just tryin’ to check on you, didn’t wanna be a bother.” He brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck as he says it and you let out a scoff. “You started being a bother when you made a mess of my kitchen,” you finally looked over to him, glaring. He gets up off the bench, moving to kneel in front of you.

“C’mon baby, you know it was an accident. I cleaned it up.” He's on his knees, forearms resting on your thighs so that he can gaze up at you. You sigh, trying to stay mad at him. You both know that the anger won’t last long, soon the two of you will be back inside, sprawled across the couch as he leaves lazy kisses down your neck.

“Fine, ‘s long as you cleaned,” you roll your eyes and lean forward, placing a kiss on his forehead before pulling him up. You stand with him, leading him back inside with you as he starts to grumble about his camera you shot.

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guess who’s writing Ben smuttttt

[lesbiandeanwinchester04]

[buttonbow]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ eater bf cumming in his pants

“baby…can we? tonight?”

“can we…what? fuck?”

he can’t help but groan. he knows what he wants. you know what he wants. but if you must hear it, he will oblige. because no amount of embarrassment can overshadow his desperation.

“no. i want to eat your pussy. …you know that.”

its become routine. even more so than sex itself. “i’m starting to think you enjoy this more than me.” you laugh, voice light as you lay back and allow him to unzip your jeans.

he doesn’t deny it.

like always, he starts off slow. soft kisses to your thighs. finger gliding up and down your clothed slit. sweet nothings flowing from his mouth like a

“you’re beautiful, baby.” he can feel that wet spot forming. it’s like clockwork with you, and god does he love it.

he’s extra slow moving his finger up. the moment he brushes over your clit, you just ever so slightly. make the cutest sound. he’s already hard at this point. “still can’t believe you’re mine.” he mumbles.

he toys with the cute bow at the top of your panties for just a moment before sliding them down. in an effort to help, you sit up, but he’s quick to stop you.

“no. i’ve got it. please.” his tone gives the impression that he’s begging. truth be told, he basically is. his mouth is watering to get a taste. “i want to make you cum. all on my own. wanna earn it.”

and so you let him. it takes no time for him to lap at your pussy. his nose bumps right into your clit every time he takes another lick. the taste alone drives him wild. he’s practically humping the mattress without even realizing it.

both of you are too drunk on pleasure to care too much. your fingers find their home in his scalp, tugging hard to pull him closer. to have more. it earns you some squeals in response - the good kind.

greed fuels the both of you. the harder you pull his hair, the tighter you squeeze your thighs, the wetter your pussy becomes, the closer he gets to finishing in his pants.

it’s almost indescribable what he feels when you finally finish. it not only makes his dick throb, but his heart too. he’ll never grow tired of pleasing his girl.

but that doesn’t stop him.

he keeps slurping, keeps flicking his tongue against your clit. and that breath you take in when you realize he hasn’t stopped, that moment when you get a sudden rush of sensitivity? that’s the moment that does him in.

he can feel cum spurt out of his tip, the creaminess dripping right back down his boxers with nowhere to go. it feels gross and messy and so fucking good. he’s practically moaning into your pussy by the time you reel his head back.

there’s a small moment of panting between the both of you. analyzing the other, recovering from the intensity of it all, and taking in what just happened.

“…i-i think i came.”

you gulp, glancing down at his pants as if you could somehow see right through them.

god, you cannot let this man go. not ever.

xavier (lads), ticci toby (creepypasta), IINUMA (meshinuma), mitsuya (tokyo revengers)

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i fear this is SUCH a toby thing

[yamat0]

mamdani I need you to make that fictional character real

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driving toby around but he has to ride in the back seat cause he gets too handsy when he rides up front with you

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Love You to Death

Ben Lawman (Ben Drowned) x gn reader

notes: sorry for the cockblock LMAO. I got really high while writing this and was giggling too much over writing out a sex scene to actually go through with it. i really like how it turned out tho!!

Love You To Death - Type O Negative

dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics

MINORS DNI

You had started to expect this from him. Coming home to the sound of a game’s starting music while your boyfriend was sprawled across the couch. You smiled at him, knowing that this was the only way he could get some rest without you home; from exhausting his brain by playing enough games to send him to sleep for a few hours.

You set your stuff down next to the front door and walk the short distance to your couch. Ben is slumped over from what you assume was him just “resting his eyes” for a moment. His controller is laying on the floor, positioned so you can tell that it fell out of his hand. You position him so that he is laying more comfortably across the plush cushions and cover him with a nearby blanket. Leaving a quick kiss on his forehead, you turn so that you can switch off the TV and head towards the kitchen.

Trying to remain quiet, you open the fridge to gather the ingredients for a quick meal. You go through the steps of fixing yourself dinner, making enough that both you and Ben would have enough to eat. You begin to hum a bit, reminiscing on a song you had heard over the radio earlier on in the day as you toss the ingredients into a pan. Losing yourself in the process of cooking, you fail to hear the soft rustling of footsteps behind you. As you reach to turn off the stove, you feel Ben’s arms wrap around you.

“Hey baby, you have a nice nap?” you lean back into him a bit, solidifying your presence so he knows that he’s not dreaming. He steps closer to you, “Yeah, missed you though”. He leans his head into the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses on the soft skin. You smile at him, stepping aside to tip the contents of the pan onto two plates. He moves with you, grabbing the plates while remaining wrapped around you. He turns to set them on the table, but moves to draw you back into him as soon as the dishes have left his hand. He tucks his head into your neck again, this time facing you so that you’re able to hug him back. He starts to kiss at your neck again, this time pressing his lips to the skin in a faster, more organized pattern. You knew exactly what he was trying to do.

“Ben, the food’s gonna get cold” you whined out, knowing that if the two of you didn’t sit down to eat now, you likely wouldn’t be coming back to your food anytime soon. Ben didn’t seem to care. “We’ll heat it up later, I need you.” He mumbles it into your neck before starting to press open kisses to your neck, starting to bite and suck at the skin. He starts to walk back towards the couch, pulling you to move with him. He twists and falls back, draping the two of you across the cushions so that he is on top of you. He catches himself before he drops his weight onto you, not wanting to crush you as he continues to mark up your neck. You arch up a bit, stretching your neck to give him better access as he begins to kiss up to your mouth. He leaves your neck, pressing his lips against yours as he trails one of his hands up to your chest, pushing up your top with it. As he reaches your breast, he pushes the palm of his hand into your soft skin, kneading at the tender flesh. You let out a soft moan at his movement and feel his lips smile against yours, moving his fingers to pinch at your nipple. Groaning out his name, you move your arms to his hips, intending to slip off his sweater. He leans back, pulling away for a moment to pull the garment off and you follow, shifting a bit so that you are able to pull off your own top. He moves his hands back to your waist, leaning down so that he is able to press a kiss against your collarbone. Shifting his weight onto his knees, he begins to trail kisses down your torso, slipping off your pants while working his way down to your hips. You thread your fingers into his blonde locks, pulling him back up to you to place a kiss on his lips. You move your hands to his shoulders, flipping the two of you over and quickly moving to straddle his waist. You place your hands on his chest, putting enough of your weight onto him so that he wouldn’t be able to move.

His breaths fall heavy, face flushed with the desire to continue. You admire how he looks under you, desperate to fall back into your former rhythm. But you push yourself up and off of him, leaning to grab for your top so that you could return to the kitchen. Ben whines and reaches for you. “Dinner first,” you remind him as you grab the hand that was reaching towards you to pull him up. You lead him to the kitchen, pushing him into a chair and handing him a fork before you sit across from him and look up to see his glare.

“I’m gonna get you back for that,” he grumbles out, giving you a sharp look before beginning to cook the meal you had cooked earlier. You let out a giggle, knowing that this was the only way you were going to get him to eat tonight.

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Masterlist

Multiple Characters

SMAUs

Need You Here

Tobias Rodgers (Ticci Tobi)

dividers and photos by @sister-lucifer, @chronicallycreepy

Drabbles

Real Good Love

I Will Follow You Into the Dark

Headcannons

Toby With a Witchy Partner Part 1

Toby With a Witchy Partner Part 2

Benjamin Lawman (BEN Drowned)

dividers and photos by @dabisbluerasberryhellflame, @kawaiiibunnii, and @quavermoon

Drabbles

Love You To Death

Decode

Brian Thomas (Hoodie)

dividers and photos by @6luedream6lunt and @strangergraphics

Drabbles

I’m Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket

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I Will Follow You Into The Dark

ticci toby x g/n reader

notes: i mention the reader wearing makeup, so they may come off a bit fem, but other than that there are no gender descriptors. I hope yall like this one!! If you want to listen to the song I was thinking of while writing this, you can find it here!

dividers by @miseryundo

MINORS DNI

You do the same thing every night, taking the cloth to your face to wipe away the evidence of your day. Color smudges across your face as the makeup you so carefully applied that morning surrenders to the end of the day. Toby stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and head resting on your shoulder. His goggles and mask are off, placed somewhere in the house after he left the outside world to be with you. He likes to think that him removing his gear is the same as you removing your makeup, you both removing the mask that you apply for everyone else to be yourselves with one another. 

You reach your hand up, ruffling his hair as you turn to press a kiss to his temple. You feel him smile and hum into your shoulder, “Bedtime?” You nod and hum your agreement, turning in his arms as he lifts his head so that you can face him. He stands and stares for a moment, taking in your appearance. He does this every night, but tonight seems different. Tonight it feels like he’s looking beyond your face, seeing into you and finding every little thing that he loves about you. His arms are still wrapped around you, pulling you in closer so he can press a soft kiss to your lips. A soft smile grazes his face as he leans forward to nestle his head back into the crook of your neck.

“Are you tired baby?” you mumble into his hair. He nods softly, “W-was a long day, I m-missed you.” You smile as you start to walk him towards the bed. You carefully unwrap his arms from your waist, taking his hands into yours so that you can pull him into bed with you. As soon as the two of you are in the sheets, he wraps around you again, tangling your legs together so that you won’t be too far from him, even in sleep. You tuck your head into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow as he falls into a deeply deserved sleep.

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i fear i am VERY drunk…

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i should not be allowed around malibu again😔

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i fear i am VERY drunk…

[jacky-killian]

I don't do "art studies," i draw "wrong" until I get an epiphany from god

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

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Real Good Love

ticci toby x g/n reader

notes: i was thinking about the song Real Good Love by Pete Yorn while writing this and i highly recommend listening to it while you read. you can find it here! (my cat was GNAWING on my foot while i wrote this😔)

dividers by @sweetestpeacreates

inspired by this post!

MINORS DNI

You never get him like this. Calm with his guard let down; too relaxed to be anxious about anything. You had caught him while he was setting his goggles on the nightstand, rolled slightly over onto his stomach and stretched out to reach the small table. You looked up at him from your side of the bed, seeing the muscles of his back move gently under his scarred skin. You reached out to touch him, and quickly decided to push him all the way down onto his front before you straddled his hips. He let out a soft grunt, more of an exhale of air from your weight rather than any kind of complaint. 

“Wh-What are you doing?” His voice is soft and sleepy, asking in a way that you know he will let you get away with anything as long as it means he gets to feel your hands on his skin. His head is slightly tilted to the side, just enough so that he can see you out of the corner of his eye.

“Just admiring,” you tell him, lightly tracing your fingers over his scars. You think about all that he’s been through, the injuries that he has suffered without being able to feel a single second of them. You’re reminded of how amazing it is that he’s still alive; that none of those injuries took him out while he thought he was fine. You let out a small laugh, more of a soft exhale than anything real.

“Y-you laughing at me b-baby?” You can hear the smile in his voice when he says it. You feel his back shift a bit as he settles further into his position. Knowing that he isn’t planning on moving anytime soon you smooth your hand over his back, reaching up between his shoulders to find knots of stress under his skin.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you with me.” You try to say it in a way that doesn’t lead him on to what you were thinking about. Trying not to shift the attention onto your earlier thoughts, you start to press your weight into his back, working to knead out the physical signs of his stress.

He groans at the feeling, “I think I’m th-the lucky one”. You giggle a bit at his words and lean down to press a kiss to the base of his neck before continuing down his back with your kneading. Every so often he twitches a bit, the muscles in his back spasming as he feels the tension leave his body. He relaxes further into your shared mattress, allowing himself the relaxation that he so rarely gets to enjoy. He turns his face further into the mattress, settling in to sleep.

“Love y-you.” You can barely hear the words with his face stuffed into the mattress. You smile and repeat the sentiment, knowing that he will likely be asleep soon. You lean down so that you can lie over him, reaching your hands up to rest on top of his own before wrapping your fingers around his. Tucking your face into his shoulder, you leave a small kiss on his neck before settling in on top of him.