. . . “ A filipino woman going by the name 'CAIN' goes missing after being identified responsible for the two murders of [---] and [---] whom were previously her lovers. Cain was last seen at her workplace, escaping theough the backdoor carrying a mini-cooler and dragging blood. Her boss, reported missing 2 weeks ago, has been found hanging on a meat hook in her aaprtment. ”
CAIN: "welcome to the slop shop, what can i get you?"
2v1 fight except it's chicken!Brian vs your unrelenting need to help him and his instincts against him (LOAF au - link to original post here)
It's hard to work with a full stomach. Lifting stacks of hay and tending to crop fields isn't easy, especially when you're trying hard to hide the bump in your stomach.
The moment a window opens for him, Brian quickly slips out of the other farmhands' gazes and up to his room. Heat swelters underneath his collar, the overalls becoming all too tight around his chest as he's fast to unfasten the clips and kick the pair off him.
"Fuck..." He groans, putting a hand over his stomach and leaning against the wall. His claws scratch at the chipped paint, gathering under his nails, he can feel the eggs about to burst out of him any moment.
He slowly settles on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position while slipping out of his boxers and letting the hot air kiss his bare cunt. His cock standing, begging for attention. He reaches out a shaky hand and begins stroking himself, gasping then quickening his pace.
Each stroke has him lifting his hips higher and more, one hand clinging to his mouth to cover the filthy noises coming out of him. Then, he switches to his pussy, pushing a finger in and stretching himself wide open. It's tight, warm, uncomfortable to the point he's digging deep for the egg and take it out himself.
But the moment he feels the hard shell clinking against his finger, it slips back in, making him choke on his spit. "F-Fuck, just get out already...!" He grunts, biting down harshly on his bottom lip. "Stupid fuckin' egg—"
The door creaks, making him freeze instantly in place. His eyes immediately turn to the door, your sweet familiar face peeking in the gap with that cute, furrowed brow whenever you express your concern.
"Brian? I've been hearing some strange noises up here, are you alright?" Your voice fills the silence as you step in, lightly pushing the door behind you with a soft click. Then, your gaze finds him and Brian could feel his cheeks burning hot from embarrassment.
Every part of him urges him to sit up, zip his pants back up or toss the blanket over him, but his limbs are stuck. Frozen in place, one or two fingers still stuck inside his pulsating heat.
His voice croaks, a soft whimper escapes him. "D-Don't—"
However, you're faster than he expected. With one knee awkwardly propped on the edge of the bed, you tenderly brush the small cluster of feathers on his stomach that leads down to the base of his cock. The moment your fingers brush against the throbbing meat, his hips jerk forward before he could stop himself.
"Shhh, it's alright, Bri. You don't have to be ashamed." You coo at him, still looking at him with those sweet little eyes like he's just some baby chick about to die without your help.
He didn't realize your other hand was already carding through his blonde locks, softly untangling the knots all the while he falls limp to your touches.
"Just let me help you, okay?" You say, a command posing as a question.
And he can't say no to his dear farmer now, can he?
Jeff has never known softness. Never knew a gentle hand, only ever been trained to bite and bark as loudly as he possibly can. At the same time, he learned how to blend in with the crowd enough to not garner unwanted attention, just enough so he can go on about his day and then kill when the night sets.
But the moment you stepped into his life, something... shifted. And suddenly he's sitting on top of your kitchen counter, arguing with you about a stupid TV show. At the next moment, he's standing under a shower towering over your vulnerable, naked form. Your trust, your life handed undeservingly to him. But he doesn't realize he's also in there with you, just as exposed.
In every blood splatter, in every crevice that he strikes his blade into, he finds a pulsing warmth in the madness. A guiding light, one that is shaped like you. He can never get rid of your scent clinging to his clothes underneath all that copper and grime. You, his safe haven.
But there are times where that safe haven flickers like a faulty bulb and he's back in the darkness of his room. He's back to looking at the deep end, wondering 'what ifs'.
What if this is some sick prank life is playing on him? What if he has actually gone insane and you're nothing more than a figment of his imagination? What if you never really loved him?
Then he wakes up and you're still there. He wakes up and you still kiss his wounds no matter how many times he has pushed you away. He wakes up and you love him like he has never done wrong.
He never thought he'd become like one of those guys who's obsessed with their partners. He never thought he'd end up sitting on the edge of your bathtub, watching you do your nightly skincare routine while he has a facemask of his own.
Jeff has never known softness until now, and he doesn't plan on letting go.
Thinking about . . . human!Habit with inhuman/monster!reader
Habit's like some random white guy who may have some— well, more than just some —murderous tendencies and picks up a weird chick from an alleyway... The weird chick being you.
He'll admit, he should've known better than to flirt with random girls while drunk and barely standing on his own tip toes, but there's something about that wide-eyed look you had when you first gazed at him. Like a prey caught in the act of escaping.
In the past following months, you were like a cute little creature. Habit loves to tease you, push your buttons and watch you cry and hit his chest so softly that it barely does any damage. He calls you his sweet, little bunny, his cute rabbit and you'd fall him off, disagreeing with the nickname but never once made a move to stop him. But there are moments where your cuteness feels... out of place.
Like that one time someone came up to him, flirting shamelessly while you're still clinging to his arm. He remembers looking at you from the corner of his eye and just... seeing that same wide-eyed stare, but it held none of the surprise or innocence as the previous one. Rather, it looked malicious, like a predator waiting for the right time to pounce on its prey. Teeth gnashing and all.
He's usually the one marking your skin with bites, softly nipping at flesh just enough to leave marks and have you yelping. But the moment you got home, you wasted no time pushing him down on the couch and going to town on his neck. He has felt so bricked up feeling you sink your pretty little teeth into him, pleasure's too much for him to even register them being sharper than before or how your body seems to bend and twist in a way that no human normally ... shouldn't.
He doesn't remember much of that night other than how exhausted and littered with marks his body was after. He remembers looking over your form, sleeping so soundly like you didn't just made him your favorite chew toy. Few days later, he heard of that same person who flirted with him getting caught in a freak elevator incident.
Habit's no idiot obviously, he knows you had something to do with it. Even if he isn't particularly sure how... But god, you make it so easy to look past it when you look at him with those eyes. The same ones that led to that person's doom.
Bunnies are cute, docile creatures. Maybe a little huffy sometimes, but they're so small that you could only coo at them and they'll feel all the more frustrated. Hares, on the other hand, are their creepier, scarier cousins. But if you didn't know, it'd be easy to mistaken one for the other. Habit just doesn't care.
TL;DR i do gn!reader, fem!reader and masc!reader; i write sfw and nsfw, so mdni and also i am not responsible for what you decided to read; any and all kinks are allowed except for scat; i will block you if you request rape/sa, pedo, zoo and nerco shit
LONGER AND MORE DETAILED VERSION:
i try to make most of my fics gn!reader so that any gender can read and relate, however i am born female at birth and my experiences may influence my writing especially in smutfics. other than gn!reader, i can and will write for fem!reader and masc!reader
while i do write sfw, majority of what i post will be nsfw so i prefer if no minors read with my works, as well as interact with my blog (this includes but not limited to: liking/reblogging my posts, following my blog, sending asks and dms). but this is the internet and i cannot control what people read, so if you are indeed a minor and continue to read my work regardless, i am not in any way, shape or form responsible for your consumption.
additionally, i can write for any kinks or fetishes (as long as it isn't scat or anything actually disgusting) but i will prioritize requests with kinks/fetishes that i also have since i have slightly more knowledge on them and also because i am a whore like that
sometimes i will write or include darker topics such as death, self-harm, violence, (mild) gore, etc. into my works, but i will make sure to add proper trigger warnings and people can request for me to add additional warnings if needed. i also accept requests that have darker themes unless it is about: sexual/domestic violence, committing acts of violence against children, animals and corpses, and incest.
i'll probably add more if i remember hruguhrhtugh
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hello it's me the toby nipple anon. that's my legacy now
he's so cute... if you ever write him again know that i will be ALL OVER THAT. he's so CUTE T_T poor boy probably whines for attention all the time (which he surely gets. he's just a whiny pup)
you've infested my brain. i'm biting my hand in anticipation
i am cooking up more headcanons for these freaks do not worry anon
also ignore the fact this was sent a month agoa jd im only answering now i am not let out much im sorry
When your boyfriend tests your patience (whether purposely or not), you decided to get back at him.
In other words; embarrassing the creeps
Featuring. . . jeff, ben, tim
Includes. . . No cws, partial fluff and partial crack, extremely short headcanons, gender neutral reader
Notes. . . i accidentally posted this too early so i'll post part 2 with toby, ej and brian.... soon mayhaps
🔪 JEFFREY WOODS
Mocked your complaints about wearing heels and instantly regretted it
"Why even wear them if youre just gonna complain when it hurts? like 'OHHHH NOOO my feet hurt :((('" "Like you'd do any better, woods." "Bet, pass them right now"
You almost poked his eyes out when you threw your pair at him, but it's ok he deserves it 😇 He deserved a beating lowkey but youre saving that up for later
Was so confident when putting on the heels but ended up tripping the moment he took the first step. Bones cracking has never been heard louder until his ankles collapsed on him
"Take your stupid heels" he says, faceplanted to the ground and munching on his dirty ass moldy carpet
Chooses to forget that moment but you always find the chance to bring it up. He desperately wants you to shut up about it but he knows that you'll kick his ungrateful ass out the moment he tries to
🖥️ BEN DROWNED
You are a simple person, you like simple games. And you like it that way! Farming games where you live and breathe the word 'cozy', those mobile games where you stimulate what it's like to run your own business (supermarket simulator.....*drools*), and mix-and-match puzzle games with cute little graphics...
"tf r u playing lol. those puzzles look so easy idk why ur having a hard time haha"
you sat him down, threatened to delete his minecraft world if he doesn't finish the entire game WITHOUT cheating his way through
whenever he made a mistake youd burn one of his precious gear or traded his prized collections in other games. you even made him fall down TWO ranks when he tried to fight back
bro was sweating when he wasted a move just to trigger a boost that didn't even helped him😭
He finished around 3 hours btw. He looked like he witnessed the first murder in his life that ever scarred him and the victim was his dignity as a gamer
Lowkey found respect for gamers like you and also to middle aged moms with too much free time
"please dont kill my dog oh great one" he says while building a shrine for you in his Minecraft world
🚬 TIM WRIGHT
Now tim, darling timothy.... he tries to be gentle with you and there's many moments that proves it... but sometimes he says the wrong things like he's trying to speedrun a bad ending at a video game
it was date night and of course you wanna get all pretty since it's been so long since you dolled up. tim on the other hand was already on his last nerves because of toby fucking up the last mission and having to clean up the mess he left, but hed never direct that irritation at you!!! .... however
"hurry up, won't ya? it's not like anyone would be lookin' at you anyways"
(he means that jokingly and also in a "you're for my eyes only" way)
the way your head turned so slowly shouldve been tim's first warning. you taking off the lipstick cap should've been the second. third was when you grabbed him by his collar and dragged him into his personal hell (the bathroom)
"Darlin' I didn't mean—" "Sit your ass down." He grew a third leg the moment you dropped your voice at him
The power you hold over this man and you use it to put makeup on him. Hes coughing by the 3rd time you put powder on his face and colored his cheeks in with blush, it feels so weird and sticky on his skin 💔💔💔
You actually did a good job with the makeup although you did thought about botching it on purpose, but thank god you still had some benevolence in you
Small anecdotes of what it's like to be in a relationship with the creeps <3
Featuring. . . tim, brian, eyeless jack
Includes. . . gender neutral!reader, established romantic relationship, sfw content, general fluff with slight angst
Notes. . . ik this account is usually horny but im in a romantic mood, no toby this time sadly 😢 divider by enchanthings
🚬 TIM WRIGHT
Tim's the type of guy to stay up late, but still wake up at early hours. That doesn't mean he's a morning person, but he takes that quiet little moment to admire the peaceful look on your face, patting your head lightly as to not wake you up.
It's the silver of peace he has before 'work' takes him away and he wouldn't be able to aee you for weeks, even months without end, and he'll return to you with another graze or cut on his body.
Tim who's a little bit cold at the start of the relationship, a little hesitant to initiate and accept affection. But he falls deeper than he first expected, craving your touch 24/7 but never admitting unless he's 2 bottles deep and you're already half-asleep. Only then does he finally kneel to your side and kiss your knuckles, fighting demons every waking moment just to see you smile at him again. When you do, he feels like a man reborn.
The blood on his hands may never wash away, but you make it so easy to pretend it's just red paint.
📹 BRIAN THOMAS
If Brian were given a chance, he'd rather spend the rest of his days with you. He isn't shy in showing it, practically buries you in affection every time he's around the house all because you give him cuteness aggression.
How sweet you are, tending to his 'strange' injuries and sending him off to his 'job' with a packed lunch and a love note. Whenever he gets the chance, he flaunts you off to Tim, literally shoving the little sticky note in his face and being smug about it to the point that Tim starts zoning out on purpose (he's a little jealous, that bugger).
There are times when he comes home late at night and finds you passed on the couch, cold and nursing a mug that's half-empty and lukewarm. He'd click his tongue but smiled, knowing that you waited—or tried to—for him to come home. He turns off the tv that's been playing for God knows how long and carries you bridal-style back to your bedroom.
You never stir awake, that's just how gentle he is with you and preserving your beautiful sleeping face.
🫘 EYELESS JACK
There are times Jack wonders what he did to deserve someone like you. He wonders if this bliss would ever last or this is one of those things that will be ripped out of his grip the moment he falls into deep.
He isn't an affectionate man, but he at least tries. Being a medic for a murderous bunch doesn't give him much leeway in clearing his schedule, but he loves letting you into his workplace and just having you accompany him in those quiet moments.
When you're near him, he feels like he can just take off the mask and be free from any judgement. And if you look at his bare face with nothing but adoration in your eyes, he feels himself growing hot and embarrassed. You make him feel so childish, a schoolboy with a crush.
Jack doesn't understand why you still choose him. How you've seen him drenched in blood, claws out and teeth bared with fleshy chunks in-between, a form of his that he hates exposing to you, and yet love him anyway, guts and all.
With each stroke on his head, guilt and shame burns in the pits of his stomach, but it only makes him cling harder.
After an exhausting week, it's only right to reward your loverboy with all the attention they were missing from you <3
Featuring. . . toby, tim, brian, eyeless jack
Includes. . . nsfw content, reader's genitals are purposefully vague; oral sex (recieving in toby's part; giving in tim's part); slightly sub!tim; no penetration, consensual use of aphrodisiac and nipple play (reader recieving) on brian's part; penetrative rough sex, overstimulation and lingerie kink in jack's part
Notes. . . i was bricked for 6 days making this btw. i hope this makes you happy. mdni divider by cafekitsune btw
🪓 TOBY ROGERS
The moment he stepped through your front door and into the arms is the first time he has felt your warmth in a long time. He quickly finds your lips and wastes no time smashing his own against it, wetting them with his tongue and shoving said muscle inside as he pushes you up against the wall.
It doesn't even matter that he left the door an inch open, not even the fact that he still reeks of death as he slips his blood-crusted gloves up your shirt and feels the sweet skin under it. He kisses you deep and desperate, like he's trying to mark the heat slipping out of your mouth into the walls of his own yet it slips out through the gash in his cheek, so he takes and takes until both of you are panting with saliva connecting your lips at the end.
"P-Please, baby, lemme go down on you... I've b-been hungry. I need—! I need to taste you." He begs but he's already tugging at your bottoms, one thumb hooked into the waistband and ready to pull it down at your command.
When you finally, finally give in, he drops to his knees with a loud crack that you feel yours wincing in pain but it fades into the background as Toby's hot mouth attaches itself to your sex, sucking and licking you up like a man who has never known fullness.
He's messy, greedy, whining with each breath he sucked in through his teeth. But as he envelops you in a sticky, brain-numbing pleasure, he stares up at you with his pretty, wide brown eyes, unrelentless with his stare. His profound obsession with you and your taste practically oozes out of him in buzzing waves.
He keeps you locked with his hands tightly grasping your thighs, either pinning it to the wall or tossing them over his shoulder while you tug on his hair.
"C-C'mon, keep making t-those noises for me, yeah...? D-Don't go quiet on me now." He kisses the insides of your thigh so tenderly before absolutely devouring you and leaving nothing but hot flashes in his wake. "You t-taste so fuckin' good, mmph—!"
The room starts to spin a little bit, the sight of the ceiling gets blurry as more and more tears spill from your eyes. There's a heavy pounding in your ear, he's like a leech with the way he refuses to part from the heaven that is between your thighs, no matter how much you squeeze his head or pull on his hair, he remains stock still with the exception of his trembling shoulders.
And even once he's done, it's still not enough. Don't worry, he'll make sure to massage your legs the morning after.
🚬 TIM WRIGHT
Tim is a man of self-control. He has learned the ways of restraining himself, even in moments he's close to teetering off the edge. It's a necessary skill for his 'job' where one small mistake can ruin the mission.
But with you, that self-restraint is tested to its limits.
His grunts sound pleasant to your ears as you went down on him, sucking and licking up stripes on his cock, leaving little nibbles in his inner thighs. His hand weighs lightly on your hand, unable to choose whether to slam your head down between his legs or pull you away before he could lose all rationality.
"Fuckin' hell, you're gonna kill me—" He leans back, knees twitching and buckling as you take him further into your mouth, his heavy tip tapping the back of it. "Easy there, tiger, easy..." He isn't sure if he's begging you to slow down or talking to himself.
He looks at you, finds you staring back at him with smiling eyes that threatens to crush him under a gaze. He feels entrapped with your fingers digging into the plush of his thighs, dragging him back whenever he jolts in pleasure. Your hot tongue wraps around his cock, not leaving a single inch unloved.
You pull off momentarily, making him stir hazily. "C'mon, baby, don't hold back." You kiss the underside, right against the stretched skin of his balls. "Wrap your pretty little legs around my head, I can take it."
Guiding his hand on your head, you curl his fingers against a handful of your hair and he gives it an experimental tug. A soft moan slips out in between your kisses and nibbles on his skin, feeling his cock throb under the vibrations leaving your mouth.
"Just let go and relax, I'll take care of you, baby."
📹 BRIAN THOMAS
Brian loves to work with his hands. It keeps his mind focused, busy. Having something to fiddle with, whether that be tinkering with his camera equipment or something else, makes his steely nerves soften and his muscles relax after a week's worth of stress.
And his favorite thing to play with happens to be you.
He has you sitting in his lap, his chin resting in the crook of your neck where you can feel his hot breath on your skin. He touches your chest, lathered with a cooling gel, and rolls your nipples in between two fingers, squishing and tugging gently. He keeps your legs wide open with one hand, your pants discarded to the floor and letting the air kiss your sex.
"Brian..." You whine. You try to squirm out of his embrace, but
"Shh, keep still for me, pretty. Just let me have my fun, alright?" He kisses your neck, feeling his lips curled into an open smile and pressing his teeth against your hot flesh.
The gel makes your nipples tingle, you're sure it's some kind of aphrodisiac, but you aren't sure where who or where you got it from and how you've managed to convince Brian to use it on you in the first place. the more he plays with them the more you've fallen deep in the feeling.
He touches you below the belt, making you squirm as he strokes you with such ease and tenderness, working his way through the slick dripping onto his knuckles. "You make every mission worth goin' through, getting to come home to such a beauty..." He rubs you even more, but still so achingly slow that it drives you insane.
"Brian, just—! I can't take it anymore...!" You kick your legs, writhing, but he simply tugs your nipple and you're tamed so easily, falling limp in his arms as he twists the poor nerves between his index and thumb.
"There we go... You don't make me get rough, yeah? Not sure if you're willin' to stay in bed all day tomorrow." Brian chuckles and flicks the bud, making you whine. "Ah, regardless, you won't be walkin' at all by the time I'm done with you."
🫘 EYELESS JACK
Jack tries to be patient, he really does. He tries his best to keep his cool, to not let his own greed take down the better of him, but it is hard to hold himself back when you're dressed prettily in the new navy blue lingerie as you greeted him home.
Oh, your shy little gaze, avoiding his eyes but presenting yourself like a feast on the bed, each curve and edge wrapped in intricate lace. Your face flushed a darker color, blood filling each corner of your cheek as you run a finger up your thigh.
Before you could even say 'welcome home', Jack is already taking off his clothes at a speed you didn't even register.
He latches his mouth on you and sinking his sharp little teeth into the side of the neck, sucking the skin there until it's spotting purple. The lingerie be damned, he's taking it off of you with more than just small rips and tears. All that will be left of it are ribbons clinging onto your body desperately.
When he knows you're all ready, he pushes in slowly, letting you feel every inch like a meter slowly getting fuller and fuller. Your greed sickens you as you lay there, taking it all with a smile on your face, the burning pleasure sends tingles all over your body.
"You've been planning this haven't you? Trying to get a rise out of me..." Jack growls, breathing close to your ear as he has you pinned down to the bed, his claws resting around your neck and your ankles at the side of your head.
"Did you—ngh—like my surprise?" A soft giggle escapes you, feeling the pressure on your throat tighten ever-so-slightly.
"More than you know."
Your eyes snap wide open as he thrusts hard, knocking the air out of you. The bed creaks loudly beneath you, wood bending at the immense weight with each plunge, slick spilling between your legs in a messy, hot puddle.
Jack kisses you like a man dying of thrist, all three tongues shoved down your throat in an effort to familiarise with every nook and cranny of you insides. He drinks up your spit like it's ambrosia, your skin doning multiple bites bleeding and bruising with crushing love.
He's flipping you in all sorts of positions, making you cum over and over again, head pushed into the pillows or tossed back while riding him until you're blanking out. All the while he's taking his precious time expanding his marks all over your body, by the end of it, no skin of yours will be left unblemished.
Even as you try to crawl away from the madman, he simply grabs you by the waist and hauls you up to press your back against his chest, smacking the tip of his cock up your entrance for the nth time of the evening.
Imagine having to rule over an entire kingdom. You're good at your job, managing to keep the people of your country safe in the past three years you've been put to the task, giving you a highly respected reputation. Much better than your predecessors really...
Your wife, the queen, does a fairly good job with governing parts of the kingdom you've left for her. She's sweet and kind, like a mother to everyone in the kingdom. Everyone adores her. The noble ladies at every party would practically flock around her, asking for advice and sharing gossip from all four corners of the kingdom. However, the moment anyone tries to ask anything about you, she shuts the conversation quickly with a smile too sharp and warning eyes.
Then there's the royal mage who has the reputation of being the strongest one of all, effectively scaring off any enemy sorcerers that might attempt to invade your kingdom. They live in a special tower in the castle where they stayed cooped up for more than weeks before coming down to collect more ingredients for potions or begrudgingly attend meetings. Suspiciously, ever since they've been appointed to the position, no one dared to hurt you, much less go near you.
Your faithful knight, the head of your army and as well as your bodyguard since practically childhood, never strays from your side. He's a little rugged with a mean look in his eye, but behind the scars and scruffy beard, he turns out to be an amiable, wise guy who gets a little overprotective over his beloved friend ruler. Seems to always find a way to sneak a heavy hand to rest on your shoulder, your back or, more scandalously, on your waist.
And outside the castle walls, the people remain oblivious to the on-going love affair inside.
The mage would tease you openly, even in the presence of the others, their wandering hands caressing any spot revealing your supple skin but particularly enjoys squeezing your stomach. They once added a couple drops of a potion in your food, making you feel hot in the middle of dinner and forcing you to excuse yourself to tend to the growing desire between your legs, only for them to guide you to their mage tower and offer 'assistance'.
However, the knight barely gives the mage any chance of letting them get away with tricking you. He'd firmly stick to your side, not even letting you go to the bathroom on your own and having to convince him to not go inside with you. Barely holds himself back from snarling at the other knights who dared to talk to you, Lord forbid flirt with you while in his presence. And while he still holds a little respect for you, if you ever ask him to 'help you get changed', he's more happy to discard any sort of professionalism in your relationship. After all, you were friends fire and foremost, and friends always help each other.
But the knight wasn't your only childhood friend. The queen was quite literally your fiance since birth, having known each other for your entire life. She's so sweet and loving towards you, always brushing hair out of your face because she needs to see your smile and eyes clearly, and kissing your tears away in your moments of struggle. However, as good of a partner she is, she often seduces you to leave your work on the desk and have a little 'martial fun' in the middle of the afternoon. She doesn't care if you've fooled around with the mage or the knight because at the end of the day, she knows the only person you'll be coming back and sleeping with is her. The golden choker with her name on it further proves it.
