#creep reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Rabbit Monster + Creep Reader Blurb

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"Grown ass rabbit by the way-"

Blinking back its grief, the rabbit's nose crinkles beyond the protective latex film of its mask. Broad shoulders pry your thighs apart, firmly pinning you to the couch as his large head rubs against the exposed flesh of your stomach - staining your skin with salty tears and woe.

Its muscles tense as the palm of your hand meets their shoulder - massaging the scarred skin buried beneath layers of thick, coarse fur.

"This isn't like you, Rascal- Well, you are pretty clinging, but normally you give me space when I give the signal. What's got you down, Bunny?"

Soft.

You're so soft compared to that place. Oh so very soft- And real. Rivaling the empty, barren wasteland of its dreams. A world without you- Dark and cold. Void of any resemblance of the person and place its come to know as home.

"Don't."

He croaks- throat rubbed raw from forlorn sniffles and whines to escape the realm of its night terrors. Defeatedly, their hands paw at the back of your shirt - soundlessly pleading for mercy.

"Don't make me live through that again. I can't imagine a world without you.. To dream of such a place... I can't..I won't return. Don't make me relive that awful, terrible place."

Using both hands, and the brunt of your upper body strength, you lift the rabbit's from your lip- Rolling your thumb along the edge of the eye holes in their mask where tears threaten to spill. With a hefty sigh, you press your lips to the tip of their twitching nose - silencing their cries almost instantaneously.

"You had a bad dream?... Why didn't you just say that? I'm not going anywhere, Rascal. I promise."

Scooping you up in its massive arms, the creature drags you down to his level on the floor- The gap between your bodies too great for its heart to bare.

It'll take a number of showers to get the fur and rabbit musk off you, but it's the least you can do to prevent the demise of your pet via a broken heart.

[the-faceless-bride]

Mini series I gonna write? If you're interested?

Ghost + Soap + Gaz + Price (maybe König?) x creep/yandere(?) reader

Reader is a creep, lurks in the shadows of the base just eyeing the rest of their team. Clenching their legs at the thought of letting their team do vile things to them.

Sneaking into L.T Ghost's room when he is out training Rookies taking his previously used and unwashed balaclava sprawling out on his bed taking in deep breaths of his must while touching themselves.

Snagging a pair of Gaz's boxers for themselves while doing laundry, only to return them late that night and almost creaming their underwear when they hear Gaz mumble to himself about the still wet patch in his boxers.

Knowing Soap sleeps like the dead, crawling into his bed with him grinding against him, feeling up his strong chest and legs. Getting the courage to take a snip of his hair to keep in a tinny baggie in a box with other stolen things from the team.

After taking trash from each room. Finally getting to Captain Price's room. Taking some of the used cigars placed under your bed in the special box, and licking the teeth marks where he held the cigar in his teeth is so much fun.

And yet. Life always has its problems. A new member. A pretty and strong Woman. With a reputation. Alleged brackus bunny. Getting a little too close for comfort with yours. MEN.

Maybe you should pay her room a visit after training....

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~Chapter Index~

Chapter 1 - The chapter in which they meet. (Complete - Wk. 613)

Chapter 2 - In which boundaries get shattered.(Coming Soon!)

[heartfullofleeches]

Freaks of a Feather

Creep Best Friend Yan + Creep Reader [ ft Potential Yan Ex-Best Friend]

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"Y/n... I took more pictures of youuuu- You must adore the attention. I was outside your room all night! What would you have done if you caught me?"

Metal caught between your teeth - an offshore gaze reflects your lack of care nor concern over being center frame of the alleged photoshoot held outside your bedroom window. Chains constrict at the scruff of your neck as the charm of your necklace fall unceremoniously from your mouth; lips parting in response.

"Bash you over the head with my lamp before dragging you to my basement to try out those new steak knives you bought me for my birthday last month."

Your words are blunt - a stark contrast to the pointed edge of the blades tucked away in your kitchen drawer. There is not a smidge of humor, no error in the honesty behind your far from subtle threat.

Serious as the grave - the creases of his mouth stretch as if you've touched his very soul with gentlest, most heartening reply one could muster towards his most perverted confessions. Arms fly out and swoop down on their prey before you have the opportunity to even conjure an escape - crushing the fragile bones of your ribs in their smothering hold.

"You're so cute!! Too cute to exist!." Breathless follows his incessant babblings - cheek pressed so cozily against yours you can almost feel skin cells merging. "Would you crave your name into my flesh?? Initials or full name? I don't care either way - just having scars to remember you by and caress every night when I'm in bed would be enough."

".... Who said I was going to let you leave?"

The shrieks of glee that leave his lips would leave a dull ringing in your ears for the rest of the week.

"Those two are at it again, huh?-"

It's been like this for a long while now - ever since the new semester began. It's funny how close the two of you became in just a few short months. Lingering eyes state feelings alien to their bearer. Longing. Remorse. Jealousy.

He had expected some of those very same expressions reflected in your own eyes the day he severed the ties between you. A lifelong friendship cast aside for acceptance amongst those higher in the social climate.

Following that fateful encounter, not once did you look his way. Never did you pry for more answers behind his farewell. Had he been blessed with foresight of the outcome, perhaps he never would have said goodbye.

Maybe he wanted you to chase him. To want and need him. Just as much as he needed you throughout the founding years of your lives.

You were always his. Even when you weren't. A toy hidden away until he was ready to come crawling back to your familiar warmth and unnerving, yet resounding comfort. A plaything wound up in other hands, better hands. One more like-minded to your interests and fascinations. As twisted as they may be.

Surrounded by all his new friends, the person who left you to fend for yourself had never felt lonelier. More abandoned, as irony as the notion felt.

Starving for true affinity within a sea of shallow smiles.

[heartfullofleeches]

Slasher/Creep Darling who always obscures their face by their hair, a mask or other means, but not for reasons one might think. Rather than hiding their identity, Darling has the biggest sad puppy/wet kitten eyes without even trying. One look into those eyes and any unease/fear towards them melts away. Things are worse off for Darling if they naturally have a voice that makes them sound like they're seconds away from bursting into tears.

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[Slasher Darling wearing their mask apporches their victim, weapon raised-]

Victim: Ahh! It's the killer!

[Slasher Darling apporches their victim without their mask]

Victim Yan: Awww, look at you! What are you doing waving that axe around, Sweetheart- Somebody might get hurt. :( What do you need? Some money? A place to stay? I'll give you both-

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Creep Darling: Are you going to kill me now?

Slasher Yan: Don't cry, Love- I'll make it quick.

Creep Darling: I'm not crying. This is just the natural tone of my voice. I suppose you would like to watch the life drain from my eyes too.

Slasher Yan: Wouldn't be opposed to it-

[Creep Darling pulls a headband from their backpack - big, beautiful eyes glossy and meek in the moonlight as they push their hair back]

Slasher Yan: ....

Creep Darling: Well? I'm waiting.

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Slasher Yan, head in their hands as they stare blankly at the floor: It was like trying to bludgeon a baby seal-

Creep Darling, locked up in the slasher's bedroom - wrapped in a warm blanket, sitting in front of a plate of fresh food: .... Am I still going to die?

[heartfullofleeches]

The only way Creep Darling can get their freak Rabbit monster roommate- I mean, pet to speak to them after he becomes their property

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"Rascal, sit-"

Hauling off a load your clothes hamper to the laundry as a part of their self appointed chores, the rabbit creature's ears perk up at your demand. Tail wagging as you point down at the carpeted floor - affirming your statement, clothing scatters the living room as Rascal drops down to his knees; panting with excitement. His paws instinctively perch to his chest, body shuffling over to your side.

"Good bunny- Good bunny, Rascal-"

You reach a hand up to pat his head. Bent at the knee, and it still had some leverage over you. The creases of his mask stretch and twists as his mouth contorts in a silent moan - strings of drool threading through the cracks of the tight leather strapped to their face.

"Rascal, lay. Lay down. On your back, please."

The thin slits of their eyes expand beyond imagination. You can almost make out his dilated pupils seconds before the rabbit flings himself against the blanketed floor. The landing doesn't seem to faze it in the slightest as their foot, now at a more appropriate angle, drums at lighting speed.

A strangled cry rips from his chest as you climb atop, throwing a leg over either side of his broad torso to ground yourself from their eager thrashing. Without thought, their large paws fly to the belt of your pants - fumbling with the small latch.

"Rascal. Paw."

As if a switch had been flipped, their arms fall to their sides - a timid paw find the palm of your hand.

"Good bunny. You're such a good boy when you want to be. Are you my good bunny, Rascal?"

Rascal nods - tries to, anyway. It's difficult from their spot on the floor, and your hand steadily scratching at his chin.

"Then speak."

Left with their identity as your pet, and their desire to abide by your every command - the latter won 99.9% of the time. Rabbits do not speak, but if you order your rabbit to speak - he will bend whatever rules he has implemented for himself to your whimper.

Tentatively, Rascal loops a claw through the zipper of their mask - pealing back the clasp ever so slowly. You peer into the darkness, tattered lips forming words croaked from a strained throat - rubbed raw from the excessive moans and howls for their owner.

"Yes... Master."

Heat pools beneath his thighs as you finally - finally - flash him one of your rare, heart pounding smiles.

"That's my bunny."

Rascal chirps as you kiss the side of his head. "Do you love me, Bunny?"

"More a god loves its creations, Master."

"Then you'd anything for me?"

"Anything." The creature rasps.

"You'd never lie to me?"

"Never."

Sitting up straight, you reveal the evidence of crime from your pocket. Rascal's heart drops into their stomach.

"My underwear. Several pairs in fact. Along with some stockings, tee shirts, shorts, and towels I've used to dry off with. All have wound up miss. All I've found by your bed with teeth marks and mysterious "fluids" all over."

Rascal squirms - scorched beneath your accusatory gaze.

"There's nowhere for you to run now."

Despite weighing about as much as a sack of potatoes to the enormous beast, you successful keep him pinned between your glare and your potion atop him. Never in a million years would he throw you off him. Not intentionally anyway.

"Did you do it, Rascal?"

Rascal licks at the beads of sweat pouring down his face - softened eyes searching for a shroud of mercy in yours towards your one and only pet. Back to being your silent, clueless housemate. As he was always meant to be.

"Tell the truth, and I might give you the ones I have on now."

As it comes, your compassion is a cruel ploy to squeeze every ounce of information and dignity from him.

And Rascal wouldn't have it any other way.

"I did it- It was me, I'm so sorry. You're gone for so long everyday, and your items are rich with your scent. They leak with it- Master, you cannot blame me when you leave me trapped with temptation for hours. I need it. Please give me more of you! Please give it to me!"

[heartfullofleeches]

Bring your pet to work day, but it's the ten foot tall bunny monster man in a gimp mask thinking he qualifies

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"I don't think it's a good idea, Rascal."

The rabbit desperately points at the sparkly collar strapped around its neck, claws tickling the tag bodly presenting its name.

"Just because you see yourself as my pet doesn't mean my coworkers will do the same. You're more man than you are rabbit.

Its teeth click in a guttural hiss- mewls akin to a heartbroken wail following suit as they brush their nose against your cheek. He coos, the zipper of his mask drawn as they lap at your skin. Its tongue is like sandpaper.

"Acting cute isn't going to save you this time. The ceilings at my job are pretty low as is. Plus, I'm pretty sure all the pets are required to be able to fit in a cage."

The rabbit bashfully kicks at the floorboards, a web of drool trickling down his mask. He seems pleased with that idea.

"I'm not putting you in a cage, Rascal."

Just how many times do you plan on breaking their heart today?

[heartfullofleeches]

[Suggestive language at the end]

Creep Darling wishing upon a star for a companion-

"I wish I had a friend.... Not all the time, but sometimes... At least I have you."

Their trusty switchblade. Reliable, dependable. Their one and only savior from uncomfortable situations and sheer boredom. It'd be great if it was a person. Then Creep would never be alone.

It's silly- They're well aware of that. For once in their life, they'd like a taste of what it's like to genuinely connect with other people. Wishful thinking at its finest. Same as the night before, and the night prior to that, Creep falls asleep clutching the handle of their favorite blade.

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"Soft....soo soft..."

A voice... Razors.. scrapping glass. It shrouds your hazy mind - numbingly frigid fingertips yanking you out the tranquil calm of slumber. Your eyes slowly peel open - shark-like fangs gleaming with drool as heavy breathes paint your skin.

"These hands... The way they'll handled me... Ha... I'm getting all worked up just thinkin' about it..."

You leap out of bed - frantically pawing at your pillow for your weapon- Your fright kindles their titillation - Cackling with shrill, ear-ringing glee.

"Looking for something? I'm right here, Silly. Just look at me. Remind you of anything? It's me."

The strips of leather around their palms. The same strips cut from an old apron you tore up for better grip. A chip in one of their canines, mirroring damage to your blade you'd yet to get fixed due to your crippling avoidance towards human interaction.

A butterfly sticker on their cheek - a prize from the numerous capsule machines waiting to ensnare their next victim outside your local grocery store.

There's no denying it-

"You stripped my knife. Where are they?"

"Eh?- No, you adorable idiot! I am your knife!"

The man, or what appears to be a man- They later informed you their identity was up for your choosing- Then proceeded to tumble into a hour long rant about your countless adventures together.

Wood carvings.

Marking your claim on this earth through engraving your initials in soil and tree bark.

That one summer you wasted learning all those knife tricks.

"You still have the scars... Out of all the flesh I've sliced through, yours was always the softest. I'm so glad I get to touch it without breaking it. Though, I wouldn't mind another sample of the sweet, sweet taste of your blood."

So, yeah.

Through the power of longing, your prized blade is now your overprotective, overbearing partner roommate. So much so you couldn't even use a steak knife without them getting jealous.

"Even though I'm human now I still got my bite. I can tear up anything you need with my teeth. Look- Say "ahhh." "

Has a nasty obsession with taking bites of fruit and trying to feed it to you. You used to use them to slice up fruit before all the time so what's the difference? You've even licked their teeth before - just to get a feel of their sharpness. Won't you do that again? That isn't the worst of their desires however-

"I've always wondered what it'd be like... To be deeper inside you. The nicks and scraps weren't enough. The way you used to grip my handle... Can you squeeze me like that again, Honey? I'm dying to be inside you- I'd kill to. Please let me kill for you. As a reward, open yourself up to me fully..."