a/n: hiii so. i did momentarily think about making this another mega post including everyone i write for but i genuinely cannot put myself through that again so instead we're doing a select few of people i wanted to write this idea for the most. if anyone would want a second part with anyone not included then by all means, you're free to request it. including nathan the nobody in this one as an apology for not including him in the last mega post. nathan fans please forgive me.
synopsis: marriage isn't something that should've happened. and yet, here they are, ring in hand.
includes: jeff the killer, ticci toby, homicidal liu, zero, jane the killer, zalgo, hoodie, dr smiley, judge angels, and nathan the nobody.
warnings: gn!reader, varying lengths, not proofread. established relationship for all, fluff and uhm... not fluff, unhealthy relationships [zero, zalgo, smiley], religious imagery [liu, zalgo], cults [zalgo], mentions of murder [jeff, smiley, zalgo, zero], forced engagement [smiley, zero, zalgo], harm against reader [zalgo], no1 wingwoman natalie [toby, jane], proxy!reader [toby]
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — JEFF THE KILLER
Never in a million years did Jeff ever picture his life involving love. He's a a sick and deranged murderer who terrorizes every town he finds himself ending up in. Love? Pfft, nah. He can't feel that gross shit, and he'll probably kill anyone who tries getting him to.
But... uh... then he ends up in a relationship with you. It's not his fault that you're super hot, and chill, and you make his heart race and put up with his bullshit and... you get the point.
Honestly, Jeff didn't expect the relationship to last longer than a few months, at most. You're dealing with him now, but he's sure that you'll grow tired of him soon. And when he does, he'll just kill you and be on his merry way.
But when your one year anniversary comes up, you're still around. You even got him gifts, and he genuinely thinks you're insane for loving him. Yet, he's sticking around. He hasn't gotten bored of you like he thought he would.
He's not entirely sure when he starts thinking about marriage. It was somewhere around the two year mark of your relationship. Nothing happened to make him think about it, it just started popping up in his mind every so often.
It's a stupid thought.
Marriage isn't something he's ever been interested in, honestly. He thought it was stupid. Why should a piece of paper dictate how dedicated you are to your partner? Besides, it's not like you two could actually get married, given the fact that he's a serial killer wanted by the police.
That doesn't mean he can't buy you a ring, though.
And that single thought is what leads to him taking the wedding rings of some poor couple he ends up murdering. Even though he has the rings, he doesn't propose. Not immediately, at least.
He's wearing his already, and you ask him why he's suddenly wearing a wedding ring and he just shrugs and tells you that it fits his style.
"It's not like anyone else will wear it. Poor guy it belonged to is dead. Gone. Neck slit, chest stabbed." He had said, and you cringe and groan, changing the topic to something else just to get him to shut up.
Really, he was just waiting for the right moment. He's not sure what he exactly considers to be the right moment, but... he'll figure it out.
The right moment ends up being mid makeout session, apparently. He hadn't planned it. His lips are against your, his tongue in your mouth as you're straddling his lap. His hands are on your waist, your hands on his shoulder, and when the two of you pull away for air, the words just slip out.
"Marry me." He pants. The moment the words slip out, he tenses up. You freeze as well, blinking as you stare down at him.
"...Huh?"
And there was no turning back now. He sighs, gently nudging you off his lap and onto the couch next to him so he can dig the ring out of his pocket. He kept it on him all the time, and now you finally get to see it.
"...Marry me," He repeats, holding the ring out for you. He didn't realize just how nervous he'd been until you take the ring.
"I knew you wearing that wedding ring was weird," You say as you slide the ring on your finger.
And Jeff can't help but laugh. Yeah, he definitely loves you.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — TICCI TOBY
If there's one thing in life Toby never thought he'd experience, it's marriage. He's a wanted criminal, for one, so it's not like he'd ever be able to get married. But he just also never thought he'd fall in love. Sure, he dated Natalie for a few months but that wasn't anything real, and they'd both just been trying to cope with their own shit.
When he met you, it wasn't anything special. Love at first sight didn't happen, he wasn't drawn to you like a moth to a flame, and he barely even acknowledged your existence unless you two had to work together.
But the longer he spent time with you, the more his walls began to come down. For whatever reason, he found himself beginning to relax around you. He didn't force himself to be cool and edgy, and he didn't put up this asshole front to keep you away from him.
He could be himself around you, and he thinks that's when he started to fall in love. The way you got together wasn't even a confession. He'd gotten hurt on a mission, and even though he told you he couldn't feel the pain, you still treated his wounds so gently, insisting that he be more careful next time.
His blood had been staining your hands, and you were just so breathtaking. Toby didn't think, he just kissed you. And that kiss is was led to you two dating.
And, for a while, dating you was enough. He didn't think he wanted more. But then Natalie told him that Jane had gotten engaged, and for some reason, that struck a chord inside him.
Suddenly, whenever he wound up in a new town, he saw some kind of marriage related topic. A small town wedding happening beside the bar that Tim had dragged him to after a mission. Brian showing off the engagement ring he'd bought for his partner.
It was like the universe was pushing him in that direction, and he wanted to ignore it. He didn't want to risk ruining his perfect relationship with you. But the idea of you wearing an engagement ring just... it did things to him.
That's how he ends up enlisting Natalie's help to break into a jewelry store. It takes him almost thirty minutes just looking through all the rings, trying to find the perfect one that would match your style.
But it takes him almost three months to actually muster up the courage to propose. He spent days just practicing it with Natalie. He doesn't really think it did much to help, but he appreciated that she was willing to be there for him, at least.
You only realize somethings up when his tics begin to happen more frequently. He's nervous, and you can tell from the way he avoids your gaze and shies away from your touch.
"Toby, are you okay?" You ask, concern written all over your face. His hands are shaking as he digs for the little box in his pocket.
The poor guy can't even ask you to marry him. He's very certain that if he opens his mouth, he'll throw up. That's how nervous he was. But the ring is enough to get his point across.
You're definitely shocked, staring at it for a few moments before looking at your boyfriend, "...Are you asking me to marry you?"
"Yes." He manages to force out the word, nodding once. He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath until you take the ring, a small smile on your face. He exhales, shoulders slumping, leaning against a tree as he presses a hand to his chest, hyperaware of his rapidly beating heart.
And when the two of you let the other proxies know that you're engaged, he's smiling brightly, his fingers intertwined with yours. It's the happiest they've ever seen him.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — HOMICIDAL LIU
Liu had always dreamed of a life where he would fall in love with someone, marry them, and start a family. When he was kid, that had honestly been the only thing he really wanted. He didn't have any dream job, he just... wanted a happy family.
Of course, after everything that happened, Liu knew that dream wasn't ever going to happen. He should just be happy that he's alive.
Meeting you was a blessing, really. You were his sanctuary. An angel sent from heaven. He thanks God every single day for bringing you into his life, because he can't imagine it without you.
It took him so long just to allow himself to love you. You could do so much better than him. He still thinks this, no matter how many times you tell him that there will never be 'better'. He'll be selfish and drink up everything you give him until you decide you don't want him anymore.
Marriage wasn't something he wanted to think about, not at first. When he thinks of his future, it usually involves his death.
He only thinks of it as a real possibility when you ask him if he'd ever be interested in getting married. The question had caught him off guard, and he just stared at you for a really long time before you laughed the question off and reassured him that it's okay if he didn't want to get married.
"Seriously, don't think too much about it. It's just a silly question. It's fine if you don't wanna marry me, I'm more than happy to just date you forever." You had said.
But Liu didn't stop thinking about it.
It stuck with him. Because... yeah... he did want to marry you. The realization was jarring. He'd been denying himself of picturing a future with you for so long, but now it's all he can think about. Even though he was legally classified as dead, and you guys would never be able to have a wedding, he still wanted to marry you.
He didn't have anyone to talk to this about, other than Sully. And Sully found the whole thing to be stupid, really, "Just propose or shut up."
And... well... that had been the push Liu needed, honestly.
Liu didn't have to buy a ring.
It's a little silly when he thinks about it, but back when he was a kid, his grandmother had given him her engagement ring that his grandfather has proposed with. She knew about his dream to start a family of his own, and she told him that when he finds his person, he could use her ring to propose.
Liu spent hours practicing in a mirror, coming up with the perfect speech to express how deeply he loved you, and how much you meant to him, and how happy he would be if you said yes.
But none of those words came out when the time came.
Instead of the speech he had planned out, he could only whisper a soft, "You are everything I need. Please, marry me."
And when you say yes, Liu cries. Years of pent up emotions came out in that moment, and he felt a bit pathetic, but you made him feel so much better as you slid the ring on your finger. The smile on your face was blinding.
Liu vows to love you for the rest of his life.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — ZERO
Marriage? Just the mere idea of it has her laughing.
In what world would she ever want to get married? It's a miracle that you were still alive, considering she murders everyone she comes across. She's not sure why she kept you around. She thinks it's because she finds your reactions to the murders she commits hilarious, but it's more than that.
You've tried running away from her numerous times, and instead of killing you and being done with it, she just drags you back.
And when you speak to anyone that isn't her, she's filled with this burning anger that she takes out on the next person she kills, threatening that you'll be next if you so much as flinch while watching.
You only start dating because she likes the idea of you being her partner. You never call her your girlfriend, and she's always the one who initiates physical contact. It's a completely one-sided relationship, one that isn't even built off love.
But Zero doesn't care. She doesn't want your love. She wants your obedience. If she manages to squeeze out a little affection from you during the process, then that's just a bonus.
That's... what she tells herself, at least.
Zero doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that she'd gotten truly attached to you. You've been by her side for so long that she's gotten used to you being around, and she can't really picture her life without you in it in some capacity.
It's something that greatly gets on her nerves when she thinks about it for too long.
Her proposal isn't something she gave much thought to. Or... any thought, for that matter. It had been spur of the moment. She'd broken into this home and killed the people living there. She picked the place apart, taking whatever she saw valuable that she could get good cash from.
And when she saw a pair of matching rings in the jewelry box in the bedroom, well... for some reason, she didn't even think about selling them. She just snatched them up and slid one on her finger before heading outside.
You were waiting for her, leaning against the hood of the car and keeping watch.
"Hey," She calls out. The moment you look her way, she's tossing you the ring. You nearly drop it, and cringe a bit at the blood on it smearing your hands.
"What's this?" You ask.
Zero shrugs, opening the driver door, "We're engaged now." She says.
"We're what?!"
And even though you claim to hate her guts, you wear the ring. She doesn't force you to. You like her more than you cared to admit, it would seem.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — JANE THE KILLER
Truly, Jane never thought she'd fall in love. After everything that's happened to her, her entire life revolved around murdering the man who ruined her life. She didn't think she'd have time to live, and never bothered to form any lasting relationships.
But somehow, you stuck around. Even when she tried pushing you away for the first few months of knowing you, you just... didn't leave. Your stubbornness was a trait she found to be annoying at first, though she's grateful for it now.
Dating you was easy, despite all her doubts. She'd disappear for periods of time, following a lead that might lead her to Jeff, before eventually returning to your side when it becomes a dead end. No matter how long she's away, you always wait for her.
You were her other half, genuinely. She doesn't believe in soulmates, or fate, or anything of the sort, but she truly believes that you were a part of her that she a missing.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. It's a realization she had late one night, after dropping by your place after yet another dead lead. She'd called you earlier that morning, telling you she'd be returning home that night. Jane has expected you to be asleep, but you had stayed awake waiting for her.
The two of you never brought up the possibility of marriage, so Jane was a bit nervous when she bought a ring. Natalie had to spend hours just hyping Jane up, reassuring her that you'll definitely say yes. Jane appreciated the effort, but it didn't make her any less nervous.
The night she proposed, Jane cooked a very nice dinner. She had planned on it being a surprise, but you came home early and insisted on helping her. Apparently, you'd planned on making her a nice dinner tonight as well. What a coincidence.
But the time you two spent making dinner definitely helped to calm her nerves. You were cracking jokes, and she was rolling her eyes and laughing. You always made everything so fun, and her heart was racing when it was finally time to bring the ring out.
"I, uhm, I had a lot of things I wanted to say, but... I think I might die if I don't just ask now, so," She pulls out the small, velvet box, opening it so you can see the ring she'd gotten, "Marry me?"
And Jane had been expecting two outcomes. Rejection, or acceptance. She was not expecting you to gasp, and pull out your own box with a ring.
"Oh my gosh, I was going to propose tonight, too!" You say, showing her the ring. And Jane... well... she just can't help but cry, honestly. She's just so in love with you that it's overwhelming.
She shows off the ring you got her to Natalie the following day, recounting the experience with a bright smile on her face. She's not sure she's ever been this happy before. Not in a long time, at least.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — ZALGO
Marriage wasn't an entirely foreign concept to Zalgo, but it's not something he's ever seriously considered. There are numerous people married to him, solely because he finds that marriage reinforces the control he has on his cults. They aren't genuine marriages, but if the humans want to believe they've married their god, then so be it.
It's not like he'd ever fall in love, so why would he ever consider marriage in a serious aspect? Well... then he met you.
To this day, he still doesn't quite understand how you managed to worm your way into his hearts. One moment, you were nothing more than a naïve, bright-eyed new member of one of his cults. Someone who hadn't quite been broken in yet.
And then the next moment, he was going out of his way to possess random people just so he could hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
There was just something about you that stuck with him. You get special treatment, because of his odd little fascination with you. He only spoke to you, and nobody else. This change had you anointed, essentially, as 'Zalgo's Chosen'. A title he deemed fitting for you, because he had chosen you.
The attention you got was a bit disturbing. You're not sure why Zalgo seems to like you so much, but it doesn't feel like you'd be able to just leave. You're not sure if you want to leave, to be honest. It's... scary, being loved by him, but at the same time, it was kind of nice.
Zalgo only starts to consider marriage when people start to approach you romantically. Not members of his cults, no, they're well aware to leave you be. But outsiders, on the rare occasions you go out. Those people have their souls devoured by the end of the day.
It's not a topic he ever discusses with you. He doesn't need to talk to you about it. You belong to him, so therefore, it's only natural that you two get married, no?
You're crying, trying to pull your hand away from him, but his grip is firm. He's as gentle as he can possibly be as he slowly cuts a line around your finger until it connects. It's not a ring, but it'll get the point across.
And if you'd like a ring in the future, then he'd be more than happy to fetch one for you.
"Shh, it's okay," He softly murmurs, the hands of his vessel pulling you into a gentle embrace when he's finished. You're shaking, and clinging to him as you cry. He could feel the confusion radiating off you, questions you didn't dare to ask out loud.
Carefully, he pulls back just a bit so he can meet your gaze, his hands coming up to gently wipe your tears, "This is a necessity, my sun." He whispers as he presses a kiss to your cheek, smiling just a bit at the way you lean into the touch.
"You understand that, correct?" He asks. You don't even hesitate as you nod.
You truly are perfect.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — HOODIE
Given Brian's... job, a relationship was already difficult enough. Slender did not like when its proxies got distracted, and it has gone out of its way to have things it deems as distractions eliminated.
But it's a good thing Brian doesn't care, right? Slender can't control him like it controls Toby, and Brian isn't scared of it the way Tim is. He certainly isn't devoted to Slender the way that Kate is, either. Brian does whatever the hell he wants, and Slender has no choice but to deal with it.
And dating you was one of the many things the entity puts up with. Your relationship with Brian doesn't get in the way of his work. If anything, he's more efficient at it because it means he gets to get back to you quicker.
You have no idea what he does for work, either. The one thing he agrees with Slender on. It's better this way. You don't deserve to see any of that bloodshed, and he just knows that if you ever found out, you'd leave him. And that's just not something he can let happen.
Brian isn't the one who thinks about marriage first. It's you.
You bring it up in conversation casually. He doesn't even remember what you two had been talking about, he just remembers you saying, "Well, when your my husband-" And his mind completely focuses in on that.
The mere thought of being your husband had his heart racing, and it was a little embarrassing.
"So, you wanna get married?" He had asked, a cheeky smile on his face when you stumble over your words, awkwardly trying to direct the conversation elsewhere. He lets you, but the conversation never leaves his head.
It takes months of saving up, but he buys a ring. Not just any ring, he makes sure he goes to your friends and family, and he asks them what ring you'd like best. Apparently, this is something you've spoken about a lot.
Brian proposes to you after taking you out on a date. It's nothing public, just a quiet place with a breathtaking view. It's a sweet moment, and you both end up crying.
But you say yes, and he's not sure anyone will ever be happier than he was in that moment.
Safe to say, the other proxies become sick of him rather quickly when he returns with a wide grin on his face.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — DR SMILEY
Never in Damien's existence did he ever think he'd end up in a relationship. Love isn't something he's sure he can even feel, not in the way that everyone else does. His relationship with you was nothing more than an experiment.
That's what he tells himself, at least. But the experiment is going on far longer than he intended, and he doesn't find himself growing bored any time soon.
Your reactions to everything he did is what kept his interest, he thinks. The way you'd tense up a bit when he got too close, and the way you'd get easily flustered when he's whisper in your ear and touch you despite your disdain. It was amusing, seeing you at war with yourself.
Marriage was a topic that he'd never given much thought to. People married the ones they loved, but it seemed like a pointless ritual. A flimsy sheet of paper that means nothing in the grand scheme of things.
He never saw himself getting married, but for some odd reason, the idea lingered in the back of his mind. For months, he ignored it, just brushing it off as nothing more than curiosity, something he wanted to study to better understand humans.
But then he found himself thinking about marrying you, and that... that really wasn't the plan. It wasn't a bad thing, just incredibly unexpected. He doubts you'd agree to marry him. He's certain that you still think he plans to kill you once he gets bored, which... a valid fear, but an unneeded one.
Damien has no plans of murdering you, not anymore. He's... attached. Not entirely the true extent of his complicated emotions, but a simplification of it.
And when Damien just so happened to target a married couple (of which was total coincidence), well... it was simply a sign from the universe.
The rings were carefully extracted from the corpses, Damien taking great care to not get a single drop of blood on them.
The rings were, disturbingly enough, a perfect fit on both of your fingers. It would explain why Damien measured your finger a few weeks back, but that's nothing more than another coincidence.
Damien doesn't propose.
You wake up to the ring on your finger, and you're greeted with a sharp-toothed smile as he explains that, from now on, he's your husband, and you're his spouse. It's something you'll struggle to get used to, and you might even try running away again, but Damien is a patient man.
You'll learn to accept this change.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — JUDGE ANGELS
Dina had spent her entire life wondering if she'd ever be able to fall in love. Silly daydreams about meeting her knight in shining armor, and being taken away to some place far far away where only she and her love would be.
They were nothing more than fantasies, ones that she knew would never truly happen. Romance wasn't in her cards, and that's something that saddened her, but something she accepted nonetheless. At least, until she met you.
Loving you was easy. You were so kind to her, and that kindness is what had her falling for you. Truthfully, Dina was more than content with loving you from afar. She never expected you to reciprocate her feelings, and she definitely wasn't expecting you to ask her out.
Dating you was a dream come true, really, and she couldn't ask for anything more. She could die right now, and she'd die feeling fulfilled.
But that didn't stop her from dreaming. Dina was satisfied with just dating you, don't get her wrong, but... sometimes, she'll see ads for wedding dresses, or rings. She'll watch a movie, and there will be a proposal.
You've never spoken about marriage before, and she's not sure if it's something you'd ever want to do. Hell, she can't really... get married. She's not entirely sure if she's wanted by the police, but she also didn't want to take any risks.
She'd been meaning to ask you about your thoughts on marriage for a while now. Her nerves always had her backing out before she could though, even though she didn't care whether you wanted to marry her or not.
Dina doesn't remember where she got the ring from. It's a ring she's always had, and she thinks that maybe it had belonged to her mother, or even her grandmother. She's not too sure, but she found herself reaching for it, one evening.
"...Would you ever be interested in getting married?" She had asked, her hands shaking as she stared at the silver band held gently between her fingers. The movie the two of you had been watching filled the silence, but she swears the only thing she could hear was the sound of her heart pounding in her chest.
When you take too long to answer, Dina had tried to brush it off. She stumbled over her words, laughing awkwardly, making some comment about the movie. You knew better than to just let the topic change, though.
"Dina, do you want to marry me?" You had asked. All she could muster was a quiet 'yes, more than anything,' as you gently directed her gaze to you. There's this small smile on your face, and her heart melts when you nod, "Then let's get married."
The ring fit your finger perfectly. Dina truly believes that the two of you were fated to be together.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — NATHAN THE NOBODY
Honestly, Nathan never even saw himself getting in a relationship with anyone. He was so set on finding his sister, on murdering the people who took her and bringing her home that silly things like romance was meaningless.
It was a miracle that he'd even met you, saving your life from someone who had tried kidnapping you. Nothing was meant to come from that minor interaction, but he ended up walking you home that night because of how terrified you were, and...
For some reason, he stuck around. He told himself it was just until you got over the incident, until you felt safe enough to walk around outside without looking over your shoulder every few seconds.
He hadn't planned on getting attached, but he couldn't stop himself from falling for you. The guilt of falling in love ate him alive for a while, and it took him months just to accept that yes, he very much does love you. But after getting over that hurdle, it was... easy, dating you.
You were like an angel. A light in the dark, one that he was drawn to like a moth to a flame. You waited for him, even when he spent months away. You were, in short, his home.
So when Nathan found himself staring too long at some jewelry store in some random small town, he knew he was doomed.
The thought of marriage was one he'd never thought about... ever. Crystal had told him over and over again that he couldn't get married unless she planned the wedding for him. Something about how she didn't trust him to take it seriously, or whatever.
But god, the thought of marrying you... it had his heart racing, and he doesn't even remember buying the ring, just that it weighed heavy in his pocket the next time he dropped by your place.
Nathan doesn't propose in the traditional way. There is no question, he doesn't get down on a knee. He just pulls the ring out of his pocket and hands it to you, "...It's yours, if you want it." He murmurs, pointedly avoiding your gaze. It's okay if you don't take the ring, he really didn't plan for any of this to happen.
But you do take it. You take it, and you put it on. It's just a bit tight on your finger, but nothing that can't be adjusted. And Nathan... he hasn't felt this happy in a long time.
A wedding isn't something that will happen until he finds his sister, a fact that he makes very clear and one that you understand. He doesn't want to have one without his sister there.
It's just... a shame that he'll never find his sister.
Dom / switch / sub headcanons for all the creeps? (like who’s a Dom, who’s a sub, yada yada)
a/n: i'm honestly not sure if i explained any of these properly because they sorta just make sense in my mind but here u guys go i hope u can see my vision. second time writing nsfw content teehee hope i did a good job <3
dom/sub/switch headcanons.
includes: slenderman, jeff the killer, eyeless jack, laughing jack, jane the killer, nina the killer, the bloody painter, candy pop, the doll maker, jason the toymaker, dr smiley, nurse ann, the puppeteer, clockwork, zalgo, hobo heart, ticci toby, zero, kagekao, nathan the nobody, homicidal liu + sully, and laughing jill.
warnings: minors dni, nsfw discussion, inconsistent word length, mentions of the following: praise, degradation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, asphyxiation, overstimulation, dumbification, fingering, very brief mention of a corruption kink in sully's part.
SLENDERMAN is none. it isn't interested in sex whatsoever. the thought never even crosses its mind, and it will turn down any and all advances. it has no desire to partake in sexual acts with anyone.
JEFF THE KILLER is a dom but that's not a surprise. he prefers being the one in control, and will more than likely never be willing to sub during sex. it also feeds his ego a bit, seeing you squirming underneath him, begging him to fuck you until his name is the only thing on your mind. he likes having this type of power over you.
EYELESS JACK is a switch. he doesn't really have a preference. if you want him to dom you, he'll make it to where you can't walk in the morning. if you want him to sub, he'll be a whining, moaning mess underneath you as he comes undone.
LAUGHING JACK is a switch. he has fun doing both! he's always willing to mix it up. whatever you want, he's willing to be. i actually kinda imagine sex with him will be a little difficult?? y'know, pointed nose, long nails that he can't clip. i'm not entirely sure how certain aspects of sex will work with him but... i imagine you guys figure something out.
JANE THE KILLER is a sub. you would think that she would be a dom but hell no she needs to be treated like a princess during sex. definitely a bratty sub for sure. she's the type to say make me when you tell her to behave.
NINA THE KILLER is a switch. she's definitely a softer dom, always so gentle and praising you so sweetly as she cares for your needs. and when she's the sub? then she is the sub. she becomes a whining, needy mess as she begs you to use her, wanting to be good just for you.
THE BLOODY PAINTER is a switch. honestly, i think he's a virgin so in the beginning of your sexual relationship with him, you would definitely have to take the lead more often than not. he comes to learn that he doesn't really care if he's a dom or sub.
CANDY POP is a dom. through and through. he's a hard dom, at that. he'll deny you orgasms and he'll have you fucked stupid before he finally lets you cum. he degrades you as well. look at you, taking his length so well. it's almost like you were made to be fucked like a slut.
THE DOLL MAKER is sex repulsed. for a variety of reasons, vine is repulsed by the mere thought of sex and will vehemently avoid and turn down any advances made toward him.
JASON THE TOYMAKER is a dom. this also probably isn't a shock, given his nature. he definitely leans more towards being a soft dom, but if you want him to degrade you and use you as a toy then all you have to do is ask. he's eager to please you.
DR SMILEY is a dom. i haven't written much about him but he definitely doesn't seem like a sub or switch. i think he enjoys being in control, and he definitely likes having you at his mercy.
NURSE ANN is a dom. you couldn't get her to sub for you even if you tried, i'm sorry. ann is like a fucking animal when it comes to sex man her stamina and endurance are crazy. she'll have you forgetting your own name.
THE PUPPETEER is a non-partaking dom. he doesn't feel sexual attraction but he's not against helping you get off if you beg him to. he directs you on how to please yourself all while praising you for being a good listener. and maybe he'll end up degrading you a bit too, who knows.
CLOCKWORK is a switch that doms more often than not. she rarely ever subs, finding that she derives more pleasure when she's dominating you and making you scream her name. when she does sub, she's a lot more needy than you'd expect. she's a brat too.
ZALGO is a dom. he's also a hard dom, though i don't think that's shocking to anyone. he's the type to praise you while he degrades you. he'll leave marks on your skin as well, and he'll fuck you until you're in tears because you just look so adorable when you cry. he's an aftercare king tho don't worry.
HOBO HEART is a sub. trust me guys he's a desperate and needy sub. he's so so so sensitive and he'll be coming undone even if you don't touch him. he'll be a crying and drooling mess by the time you're done with him, and the praise you give him for being so good just makes him feel so, well, good.
TOBY is a switch. he just wants to please you in any way he can. if that means pinning you down and filling you up until you're both exhausted or letting you use him to satisfy your needs, then so be it. he doesn't really care as long as he gets to please you.
ZERO is a dom. she absolutely lives for the control she has over you in the bedroom. she'll probably manhandle you, to be honest, she loves how easy you fold to her touch alone. she's also the type to praise you while degrading you. and if you're into it, she'll probably choke you.
KAGEKAO is a switch that doms more often than not. sex is really just another way for him to tease and play with you. he likes having you beg for release, and he loves overstimulating you. but sometimes the tables may turn. it'll be rare, but you very well can get kagekao on his knees begging to worship you.
NATHAN THE NOBODY is sex repulsed. it's just not something he's interested in, and the thought alone tends to make him feel nauseous, to be honest. if you want, you can go and fulfill your sexual desires through someone else.
HOMICIDAL LIU is a switch that subs more often than not. and trust me when i say that he will worship you. his only goal is to fulfill your every need in any way that he can. most of the time, it's him begging you to let him fuck you while you tease him. however, sometimes, when he's the dom, he will fuck you so hard that you end up a dazed, babbling mess only able to get out a jumbled mess of please and don't stop. AND HE'S SO SWEET ABOUT IT TOO god he praises you the entire time, acting as if he literally isn't rearranging your insides right now.
SULLY is a switch. sully just goes with the flow, to be honest. he doesn't lean towards being a dom or a sub, he just is. one moment you could be fucking him until the only thing he can think about is you, and then the next he could be fingering you while marking your body up and making you beg for him to fuck you senseless. and honestly, he probably has a corruption kink tbh.
LAUGHING JILL is a sub. she is so desperate and needy, eager to please you and do whatever you want her to do. she'll cry, she'll beg, she'll be a brat, she'll do anything and everything to get you to touch her. she loves it when you praise her. she just wants to be a good girl for you <3
Day 10:
-Dr. Smiley X GN!Reader
“It’s my name on the line.” x Love Language
-I do not own "Dr. Smiley" and do not take credit for him.
-(Contains Minimal Description of Blood.)
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This chapter includes headcanons and a one-shot!
Headcanon Section
-Upon meeting you he instantly memorized your behaviors.
-You two probably don’t get a lot of missions leaving you two to just be friends for long periods of time
-You both don’t stay in one spot for long.
-He likes making sure your physical health is absolutely perfect and will go above and beyond to keep it that way.
-He probably has only been a genuine doctor to you.
-He tends to put a lot of trust and pressure on you due to this fact. You rarely mess up a mission. And when you do normally he cleans it up and chooses not to mention it unless it’s really bad.
-He really could care less about the operator and just normally enjoys taking people’s lives away in the name of mercy.
-His love language is either word of affirmation or acts of service.
-He can’t stand seeing you in actual pain that not even the operator can dull. And when tending to your wounds he gets overwhelmed and stressed. Not trusting his skills to heal you but, not trusting anyone else with you.
-He carries around a very small pistol wherever he goes to protect himself long distances or to threaten others.
-He will never admit it but, he loves blood. He thinks it looks pretty.
-He feels extremely comfortable with you and always has. It’s because you can manage to be independent and respectful of what he does.
-He can’t stand dirty places and loves a clean look, especially with his tools.
-You sometimes like being slightly injured during a mission so, you have a reason to go bug your teammate.
One-Shot Section
Another day, another mission. You've been doing this for a while. You never really complained and always finished your tasks. But, it didn't mean you perfectly fit in with the others. Because you didn’t and couldn’t. You never could work together with them as smoothly as either of you would like. And that’s why you only teamed up with one person who really stood out to you. Which was Dr. Smiley. You chose him as your companion because he never talked back or did anything against you. And he had a lot of added benefits, such as being a good doctor. Even with his entire persona being that he takes organs and kills sick people. But, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You weren’t much different from him. You killed and hurt others around you when you were asked. You were a good pair. You and he may have had two different ways of killing each other, but it always worked out. Whether it was someone you hurt, getting away, and seeking his help. Or if it's simply chaos. He didn’t mind you taking the lead and normally had good input when needed. So you didn’t mind teaming up with him. You'd never admit to each other that you both found comfort in each other, but it was there.
And before you knew it, you two had been teammates for well over a year, doing the same tactics over and over again. Always knowing what the other person was thinking and how to adapt your plan to theirs. You both strived not to get in the way of one another and made no effort to compete against one another. And inevitably, he started to anticipate your unpredictable behaviors over the months you two were together. And his coyness slowly came undone, allowing you into his circle. But, this time you messed up. Really badly. For once in these months, you've managed to fail. You failed him and the operator. You didn’t kill your target. One of them made it out, and it was entirely your fault. It shouldn’t have been as hard as it was. Maybe it was your pride that let them get away, or maybe it was your own body. But, still, you didn’t complete your mission as intended. You failed on that mission because they found a machete laying around the abandoned fields. And they chose to fight back. They swung against your leg a few times while enraged, and you attempted to rip off their arm. That caused them to run again, but you couldn't manage to run after them. Your lower leg was barely attached as you collapsed, watching them run in the distance. You watched them run into the horizon as you rotted in place. The blood loss had gotten to you and caused you to pass out unwillingly. But, you couldn't even manage to focus on the unbelievable pain. You were only engulfed in rage. You were disappointed. You failed for once. You didn't want to hold anyone down, but you just did by not getting up. You failed by passing out. Your own body betrayed you. You could remember your friend Smiley looking aimlessly in the field till he pinpointed where you were. He looked at you seeing how red bled through your clothing and how your leg was falling off of your frame. The way you weren’t breathing and the way you weren’t awake.
And now here you are on a hospital bed with a cast on your leg with little to no recollection of where you were. You could feel the pain flare up and go back down. It felt like your lower leg was set on fire. You just sat there and reflected on everything. You could still remember the emotions laced on Smiley’s face as he found you sprawled in the dirt covered in blood. He looked angry but worried. You saw true fear glazing his eyes as he quickly helped you. He was confused, but he took you in and mended your leg. He sat with you in surgery for hours on end and helped your lifeless body recover slowly. You didn’t know how long you’d been knocked out for. But the flowers next to you had deteriorated if that told you anything. You grudgingly pushed yourself up from your bed as you scanned the room. You could still feel the disappointment in the pit of your stomach and it overshadowed any minor pain you had.
You exhaled, relaxing your muscles as you looked at the lights. The room you were in was fairly lit with various old lanterns. Which wasn’t the normal style that Dr. Smiley liked. He admired the glaring white office lights, but they were instead replaced with cozy home-like lights. The more you looked, the more you saw his rush and desperation in how everything was placed. You huffed, feeling your throat dry up. As you looked back to the table of dead flowers, you took the water bottle that was placed next to them. You shouldn’t ingest anything in this room because you know him with his victims. He would always knock them out with something like poisoned water. But, you trusted him enough to drink it. The water rushed down your poor throat as you felt refreshed. You could feel all of your senses regaining their normal states. As you felt a tinge of pain in lingering your lower leg. You yawned as you heard the loud shuffling from outside. You felt tension arrive as you weren't sure who you wanted to see behind there.
The door was abruptly pushed open as a fairly familiar face made its way to you. His normally jet-black perfect hair was now fluffed all around his face. Out of exhaustion and stress, he had strands of hair stuck to his forehead with clear dark circles forming under his eyes. "Reader," his red gaze made fierce eye contact with you. You could sense his upset aura coming off of him. He exhaled heavily as you didn’t want to look him in the face after the last mission. "You’ve been passed out for at least two weeks," he informed you as you widened your eyes slightly. He kept you patched up for that long. He kept you alive for that long. "Thank you." your voice was soft, barely above a whisper. You weren’t like this. Normally, you were loud and bashful. Constantly on the edge, on the verge of snapping. But, here you were being as coy as a cat. You could feel him take in the truthful words. He could feel his stomach turn with worry again. "I'm sorry," you said, not looking into his remarkable velvet eyes. You weren't ready for that look of disapproval. "It’s my name on the line." he crossed his arms exhaling heavily. He wasn’t wrong. With you messing up and him having to stay by your side relentlessly for two weeks, his status with the operator has surely gone down. His entire name was probably mocked by the others. And you could feel the guilt rush over and drown you. Normally you were good at reading others, but for some reason, you weren't at the moment. You couldn't focus properly and you knew he knew.
"You shouldn’t have stayed then," you told him flat out, without having sympathy for yourself. "You would’ve died." you could feel his disappointed gaze burn into your neck. "The operator would’ve kept me alive," you muttered, taking another sip of water as your head raced with thoughts. But, of all of them, losing your friend was the worst. "Yeah, well you would’ve suffered," he sniffled and slowly paced around the room. You snapped your head towards him. He was upset? Upset about yourself and not in the way you initially took it? "I thought you valued death and suffering above all." you looked at him as he was already looking at you. "I do, but-" he curved his brows as he looked at your frame. "I saw the way your body was contorted in pain.’ ‘I didn’t want you to die like that." he explained, keeping his head high but visibly shaking. "So you're going to hurt now?’ Or even try to kill me if it’s possible?" you genuinely questioned as he glanced at you. His eyes were now glassy. "You deserve to die of old age.’ ‘Not now." you took that as a compliment. He had always wanted people to die as fast as they could. Especially if they were injured or sick. Just like you. You were his ideal victim.
"Thank you," you told him again as he took off his surgical mask, inhaling heavily. You could see his sharp canines as he did so. He approached you carefully as he bit his lip. "Does anything hurt?" he asked, changing the subject. You could feel him analyze your movements for any hints of suffering. "Just a little bit of pain in my leg, but that's to be expected." you exhaled as he stared down any visible scars or scratches. You shifted your hurt leg uncomfortably as he seemed to take note. "I have some painkillers lying around, but you’ve already been pumped full of antibiotics as it is." he looked at you carefully as he tilted his head. He was calming down from the initial panic he was in. You remember the pain from that night, emotionally and physically, before your body had completely shut down. And now today, you barely felt anything. He was a doctor, after all. And he indeed completely took all the pain away. "I'm fine," you said, trying to reassure him and pull him away from whatever he was stuck in. "I know, but it doesn’t look like it," he muttered desperately, trying to still look cold and calculated even when he was freaking out. Your thick cast held you back from getting up or making any movement. As you lay back down, slowly make minimal movements that wouldn't trigger him. "Thank you for this It doesn't hurt anymore," you affirmed to him again. You were ensuring him that you were okay at the moment. He needed to hear you were okay, even if he was the doctor. He needed it from you. He seemed to consider it before exhaling. He felt okay and let himself confirm that you were okay too. "Get some rest, Reader. You’ve been through a lot already. " "We have a mission tomorrow." he smiled at you as he slowly left the room, shutting the door quietly, leaving you to your own devices. And suddenly, he wasn’t just your teammate anymore; he felt different now.
Hello! I'm opening my requests for the Creepypasta/Slenderverse fandom and this is the post that will guide you through the information you NEED to know before requesting! For more details, please read this post.
I feel like I should do a small introduction of who I am, in case you don't know me! You can call me Leci, short name for Lucille, and I am, well, a returning 'veteran'. I've been in the Creepypasta fandom as a compassionate fan and writer for over 6/7 years until I dropped out, and now, almost 4 years later, I decided to return. Lots of Creepypasta OC's were made and (thankfully) lost to time, lots of memories were made in this fandom, and I realized that I could never truly leave. After reading so many stories and realizing that people are still caring for the characters within the fandom, I decided to contribute, because one way or another, we gotta admit that some of these characters have marked us :)
Basic information that I recommend reading before requesting!
•I write for the Slender Mansion AU and the Slender Forest AU.
•Slender Forest AU: There is no mansion, but there is an old manor deep down in the forest that serves as a hideout for his proxies. The other creepypasta's have their own hideout, some more used than others, spread across the forest, very distant from each other. The Slender Forest is, quite literally, every forest who's dense enough to get lost in, it's kinda like a realm in our realm, but at the same time it is not. You get the idea.
⚠️I do not write yandere characters, or requests that include killing the reader, or too much gore.
⚠️I will write them as how I perceive them realistically (thank you David Near for the inspiration!) HOWEVER I can also write them not-so-realistic (a.k.a ooc) if that is your wish. I understand that sometimes all we want is comfort from our comfort characters, so I don't bother much having to file up a request where they are more "goofy" and ooc.
⚠️I can write x reader or just general HC's! I don't write character x character.
LIST OF CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR (IF A NAME ISN'T HERE, IT'S BECAUSE I DON'T WRITE FOR THEM!)
>The Proxies || "Ticci" Toby, Kate The Chaser, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian || (yes, I am aware that Masky and Hoodie are from Marble Hornets, but I prefer their Slender proxy version!)
>Bloody Painter || Helen Otis ||
>Homicidal Liu
>Jeff The Killer
>The "Ghosts/Errors" || BEN Drowned & Herobrine ||
>Eyeless Jack
>Dr. Smiley
>Nathan The Nobody
>The Puppeteer || Jonathan Blake ||
>Vine The Dollmaker
⚠️Yes, you can suggest characters. I know a handful of other pasta's but some of them make me a bit uncomfortable, but I'm very open-minded <3
I send the period ask, wanted to tell you that this made my week ngl- Thank you so much! This was just so cute and yet hilarious at the same time! Also, if it's no bother ofc! Could you do the same with Dark Link, Hoodie and Dr. Smiley? (I'm annoying I know xD)
Two out of three of these bois are experienced, try and guess who-
Dark Link
He’s the laziest person istg
It’s not that he doesn’t want to help his s/o, but he just doesn’t want to get up.
But he’ll feel all guilty once he sees his s/o’s contorted face from the pain of the cramps.
He’ll whine for than his s/o as he runs out and snatches some Ibuprofen from a random house.
He’ll grab some sweets from his emergency stash hidden in the top pantry that his s/o can’t reach.
And while he’s up he’ll toss some pillows and blankets on the couch and pulls you on top of him.
He’ll try and squeeze you extra tight for some relief.
And when night falls, he’ll scoop you up in his arms and carry you up the stairs, still comfy in a blanket burrito.
He’ll make sure you take your medicine before you close your eyes so you have a restful night.
Expect some extra kisses as you drift off to sleep!
He won’t grasp the concept that this will last all week, so he’ll be surprised in the morning.
If he has to go to walmart, he’ll grab all of the food he can while he’s there, too.
And he has little to no clue what to buy.
BUT he does (proudly) know that there’s a difference between tampons and pads.
And he’ll (proudly) ask out which ones you’d like.
“Jut get whichever one you think will fit me.”
“o-oh, uh, yeah sure, I’ll do that.”
He had no idea there were different sizes and types.
And he was bewildered that there was a kind specifically for sports.
He bought like 6 different brands, thinking they were different sizes, and he ended up getting all pantiliners.
So he had to go back to the store and get the correct ones.
He brought a douche home bc he thought it looked funny.
Hoodie
Hoodie’s the best at home-care.
He’s taken care of Tim every time he was sick and practically pinned him down to make him take cough syrup.
So when he finds his s/o curled up into a ball on the couch, he’ll immediately accompany their side and feel for a temperature.
He’s quick to action to wrap them up and blankets and find a heating pad.
He’ll deliver so many hugs and kisses, his s/o will practically drown in them.
And he’s happy he doesn’t have to fight to get them to take some Tylenol.
He’ll sit you on his lap and run his fingers through your hair while you rest.
And he’ll turn on a movie or some Netflix show that you’re fond of.
However, you might find him lightly snoring in half an hour.
This is his off day, too.
He won’t mind doing any household chores for you.
He gets pretty soft when it comes to seeing you in pain, so you might be able to use that to your advantage and get him to finally dust off the top shelf that you can’t reach.
He’ll run out to try and get some feminine products or you.
He tries to use logic and context clues to attempt to buy the correct things.
He’ll end up getting you the wrong sizes, though.
“Babe, this one is going to be like wearing a diaper. Look how big it is..”
“…..We’ll that just means a better chance of no leaks!”
“And this one is an actual diaper.”
“O h.”
Dr. Smiley
I mean, c'mon, the dude’s a doctor.
He’ll probably be able to get his hands on something stronger than over-the-counter medications to help his s/o.
And of course, he’ll take a day off to cuddle and watch shitty dramas that he can’t help but to voice his concerns on the acting.
And calling out how the doctors are using the surgical tools wrong.
He’ll get you anything you need as long as it’s in the house.
Fluffy blankets, heated blankets (not that you’d need one, this man’s practically a walking space heater), giant pillows he’s saved for this occasion, and (half-burnt) pastries he put in the oven himself.
The two of you just end up eating all of the icing from the container, though.
And he’ll handle the laundry, he’s amazing at making blood-stained clothes look like new.
But if for some reason you’ve ran out of supplies, he’ll run to the store to pick what you need up.
He’ll have to call you bc he doesn’t know what tf you use or need.
“Sweetheart, it’s the pink one.”
“There’s like 15 pink boxes in front of me right now, you’ll have to be more specific.”
“Just grab one and go.”
“nO. I want to get you something you’ll like.”
“Omg it’s a box of pads, not a wedding ring, just get your ass home…..And could you get some onion rings, too, please? <3”
He’ll get you like 5 bulk boxes of different sizes of tampons and pads.
