Human nature - Creepypasta
𑣲⋆ Synopsis ! : Attractive things they do | wc : 2.3k
𑣲⋆ Characters ! Ticci Toby, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Homicidal Liu & Ben Drowned x fem!reader {separate}
𑣲⋆ warnings : smut | fem!reader | suggestive | cunnilingus | dry humping | implied sex | weed use | mirror sex | mention of sex tapes | vaginal fingering | slight asphyxiation | use of 'slut' once | subtle dacryphilia | mention of spanking | mentions of filming sex |
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Purposefully playfights you to get you underneath him.
He knows he can put you on your ass in seconds, despite his lean frame he's hiding hardened muscle and strength under that hoodie of his, he really just enjoys feeling you squirm underneath him - bucking your hips up into his to try and shift his weight off you - not realising he's already hard and twitching against your thigh. Your arms are pinned to the grass above your head, wrists grasped in one of his hands as he now shamelessly ruts into your clothed heat, forcing a moan from your throat at the friction of denim grinding up against you. You'd say you didn't know it was going to end this way - but let's be realistic - when the same scenario has happened so many times you'd think the past was repeating itself, what did you expect?
Kisses all the way up from your ankle to the inside of your thigh before going down on you.
It's so heady, the way he presses open mouthed kisses in a worshipful trail up your leg, smearing saliva from the open gash in his cheek across your smooth skin. He affectionately nips at the junction between your thigh and your dripping heat, huffing out an amused laugh when you whine and tangle your fingers in his messy hair, dragging his head closer to where you're throbbing with need for him. "Mmm- so g-good for me pre- p-pretty girl.", mumbled into the sticky mess of your pussy, sending vibrations sparking like fire up your arched spine. He pulls away, only to mouth and bite up the other leg, hoisting that one over his shoulders too - rubbing his slick coated thumb in reassuring circles on your trembling ankle.
Oh it's so infuriating, and so attractive at the same time. You could be mid-argument, calling him an asshole for whatever he's done this week - left a hoodie wet with fresh blood staining your sofa, come over at 3am with no notice and made you think someone had broken in, practically shoved you out of your own bed and stolen your entire duvet, it could really be anything - but when he throws you that smug little "Oh yeah? You mad baby?", you know it's a losing game. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that the amused, cocky smirk on his face and the way he's leaning on the doorframe of your bedroom has your panties getting damp, but you're pretty sure by the way his expression widens into a grin - he already knows exactly what it does to you.
Forces you to watch him fuck you in the mirror.
You're on all fours, barely holding yourself up on trembling arms as Jeff drives his cock into you again and again, one arm wound around your hips to drag you back in time with every thrust. You moan, high and needy, only to be cut off when his free hand suddenly clasps around your throat, hauling your torso upright and back against his so you're practically vertical. Only then do you notice the long mirror leant against the wall at the foot of his bed, even as your head spins from the dizzying pressure from the bruising grip he has on your neck. "Go on babe, look.', You feel the words smeared against your shoulder as he sucks hard, leaving another mark no doubt, 'Hah- such a slut for me.". The pressure on your neck lessens but doesn't vanish, leaving you to take short whistling gasps of air, but still being forced to stare at the obscene sight reflected back at you - slick mess being forced out of your cunt around his cock and dripping down your thighs, red blooming marks wet with fresh blood where your skin has broken under his canines scattered like loose petals across your neck and shoulders, cheeks damp with tear tracks. It has you clenching around him, driving a deep groan from Jeff's throat and another clamp of his hand around your neck, making your head spin with lightheaded ecstasy.
Watches you when you're not looking.
You can feel it all the time, the heavy weight of his gaze following your movements like a predator tracking it's prey. Maybe it's the fact you've been prancing around his lab like the world's most tempting distraction in those tiny sleep shorts you know have his composure fraying at the edges - but hey, who can prove you came in here in material so thin he can practically see the outline of your cunt on purpose? You can all but sense him lingering on every curve of your body, and the thought of him engraving the sight of you into his mind has that flimsy material more soaked than you'd like to admit.
Leaves bite marks in trails up your body that stay for days.
You catch the edge of red blooming on your collarbone in the edge of the bathroom mirror the morning after, circling back only to see every bare inch of skin littered with deep indents already bruising blue and purple - all the way from your neck, down your back to the end of the trail at your ankle. They're animalistic in arrangement, no real placement or calculation like you'd expect from Jack, simply markers of carnal need printed onto skin. Your fingers skim the dents, noticing the dried blood around where the outline of his teeth is deepest - and feeling the heat pool in your stomach at the memory of it.
Grabs your chin to force you to make eye contact.
He's balls deep, thrusting so hard your body jolts up so far you're almost hitting the headboard every time his hips meet yours with a heavy 'thwack!', pelvis grinding against your twitching clit and sending the first sparks of your orgasm lighting the nerves along your inner thighs alight. You turn your head into the pillow, damp with sweat, grasping and twisting the sheets in your hands as you squirm away from the pleasure - before a firm hand clutches your chin, forcing your gaze upwards. "Look at me sugar.", Tim drawls, forcing the thumb of the hand that's tilting your chin up in between your lips, feeling the vibrations of every low whine and moan you let out, "Don't run from it.". You do, because what other choice do you have? That, and the fact that you have to watch as the edge of his lips curl in smug satisfaction at the sight of you unravelling underneath him has you wanting more already.
Has a polaroid nude of you in his wallet for when he's away on missions.
What can he say? Tim's a man with needs, and his needs are - partially - resolved with the sight of you barely covered by scandalous black lace that's tucked safely into the worn leather of his wallet, facing inwards of course, he doesn't need Brian or - god forbid - Toby, seeing his woman in such a position. While nothing compares to feeling the textured material under his thumbs as he brushes them over your peaked nipples or traces the edge of your panties before tugging them down, being able to see you sinking two fingers inside yourself, the other tugging lace to the side, beats having to imagine it himself. Not that he couldn't, trust him, he's got every curve and inch of your body burned onto the inside of his eyelids - he just likes the physical evidence.
It's like second nature, the way he manhandles you so casually. You could be stood at the counter, and suddenly there's pressure at your hips as he shifts you just shy of the cabinet above your head, grabbing something and then walking off. It's not inherently erotic, yet the unceremonious display of dominance just has your insides twisting with want. You're starting to think he's figured it out, now taking every opportunity to shift your body, lifting you to perch on countertops like you weigh nothing, setting you aside to reach something in his toolbox as he's working on his truck, grasping your hip with a firm hand before you can knock part of a disassembled sniper off the table on accident. And every time he plays innocent, as if he wonders why he ends up with a needy girlfriend in his lap every time he manoeuvres you around.
Makes you get yourself off to the sex tapes you've filmed - while he watches you.
He's got that old camcorder that never seems to leave his side plugged into the laptop resting at the foot of the bed, reflecting a grainy video - zoomed in on the sight of his cock sinking in and out of your drenched cunt as you're bent over the arm of the couch - back at you. You moan, half embarrassed and half so turned on that you can hardly believe it, as you sink two fingers into the slick mess between your legs. Your eyes flick over to Brian, leant back into the slightly worn leather of the armchair, thighs spread as he palms the bulge in his jeans. "Watch the video dolly, don't look at me.", you tear your gaze away reluctantly, turning back to watch just as video-Brian's hand cracks down on your ass, leaving a faintly scarlet handprint forming in it's place - so visceral you can practically still feel the sting lingering on your skin. You can feel the weight of his stare from metres away, watching with half lidded eyes as you bring yourself closer and closer to the edge of pleasure, and hey, maybe he'll film this too, for the next time he feels like torturing you with the evidence of how needy you are in your desire for him.
Whispers praise between heated kisses. {Liu}
He's got you pressed to the wall, flush to his heaving chest as his mouth moves against yours, tongue slipping between your lips when they part around a shaky moan. One hand snakes around to cradle the back of your head, giving you no room to part from his tongue sliding against yours as he runs it over the sharp points of your canines, the other skirting down your side, caressing the curve of your waist to settle on your hip. He draws back hardly an inch when your nails begin to dig a little too tight into his shoulders, allowing you to draw in inordinate lungfuls of air as he smears gentle kisses down the unmarked slope of your neck. "My pretty girl...', he murmurs the words into the freshly blooming mark under your jaw, 'so good for me, always." You've had barely 30 seconds to breathe before his tongue is back in your mouth, greedily swallowing every little breathy moan you let out, groaning low when you cant your hips up into his. He pulls away again seconds later, dipping his forehead to rest on yours, lips still so close you're sharing every dizzying inhale. "Hahh... you're beautiful like this, you know?" he whispers against your cheek, you whine, threading your arms together behind his neck, and his mouth is back on yours - only this time he's kissing a little harder and the hand at your hip is busying itself with the zipper of your jeans.
Mocking sympathy. {Sully}
"Aw, does it hurt?', he says it in that condescending tone he knows makes your spine arch just that little bit harder, 'poor baby." You can make out the cocky curve of his lips through your murky vision, blurred with tears that bead at your waterline and leave damp trails down your cheeks. Your legs stay hooked over his hips, tremoring every time the head of his cock grinds deep into that sweet spot inside you and his free hand glides over your abdomen, pressing down onto the faint outline of him distending your stomach. It's Liu's face that leans in to swipe the salty tracks on your face off with his tongue, grinning with wolfish satisfaction, but it's not your Liu that laughs dark under his breath, "Aw, too much? Need me to slow down?", before snapping his hips into yours with even more brute force than before.
Shotguns his blunt into your mouth.
It's intoxicating, the way his thumb traces your spit coated lower lip, parting them for him before blowing a cloud of heated smoke into your lungs. He does it so effortlessly, tapping the blackening ash off into that stupid minecraft ash tray you got him months ago without even having to look at what he's doing. Your mind blurs with each hazy inhale, anchoring yourself in the weight of the inky jet pools staring back at you - ignoring the smug little smirk he has on his face. He rubs his thumb across your lip once more, smearing a track of saliva down your chin with a breathy laugh before withdrawing, tugging you down onto his shoulder as he leans back onto his bed, illuminated by the glow of monitors that outline the next billowing cloud of smoke that he exhales.
Sits you on his lap while he games.
He drags your hips on top of his the second you sit down, facing you towards the harsh glare of a monitor while his arms settle loosely around your waist, grasping the controller in front of you. You're not sure if his goal all along was to draw your attention to his nimble fingers, the way they moved with such precise speed across the controller, flicking the joysticks up and down - faintly reminding you of something else... Well he was practically begging you to ride his fingers by doing that. Which is how you ended up with three slender fingers curling and prodding at your most sensitive spot as you muffled high-pitched cries of pleasure in his neck. "So needy for me babe, heh.", he laughs while deft fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside of your clenching walls as he brings his thumb to your throbbing clit, flicking up and up repeatedly.
A/N: Going back to my roots (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I need Toby & Jeff sb...
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