#hoody x reader

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

★ Creepypasta Boys Dry Humping Headcanons NSFW ★

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, X Virus, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie

Literally nobody requested this I just wanted to do it LMAO

NSFW below the cut!

Jeff

☠︎︎ Jeff is always teasing you like the smug little asshole he is

☠︎︎ this time it involved taking your weapon

☠︎︎ cue very cliche flirting while holding it out of your reach

☠︎︎ except you weren’t having it all

☠︎︎ so you tackled him

☠︎︎ once you were both on the ground the situation really just devolved from there

☠︎︎ you managed to pin him down and straddle him, but he was still holding it as far away as he could

☠︎︎ so you ended up doing a little bounce motion while trying to reach for it without getting off of him

☠︎︎ Jeff immediately notices this and drops the weapon

☠︎︎ his hands fly to your hips and grinds you down hard

☠︎︎ “if you wanted to ride me you should’ve just said so”

☠︎︎ you’re absolutely mortified and try to get away but he grips your arms and pulls you down onto him even more

☠︎︎ you’re not going anywhere now

Toby

✘ Toby is so fucking feral for dry humping noooo

✘ like especially missionary dry humping

✘ he just loves to hold you down, get in between your legs and grind himself against you

✘ He does this in any situation where he can’t fuck you right then

✘ like if you guys are on the way back from a mission and you move in such a way (unintentionally) that gets him riled up it’s over

✘ he’s pushing you to the ground in the woods

✘ and truly, if he had it his way he’d fuck you right then and there but when you whine and protest he relents

✘ but not fully

✘ god he would be so desperate and lowkey almost whiny

✘ like just grinding himself into you and picturing you all exposed and spread open for him

✘“Fuck, I wanna be inside you so fucking bad, mein Mädchen.”

✘he doesn’t stop until a) he’s so frustrated himself that the only option is rushing you back home so he can bury himself inside you or b) he comes in his pants

Ben

⚠︎ Ben uses sex as a weapon LMAO

⚠︎ so he’s really only dry humping to tease you, to deny you of what you really want

⚠︎ what did you do to deserve it? Nothing really, he just likes to deprive you

⚠︎ but he won’t just let you sit and grind for a bit

⚠︎ no, Ben makes you do it for hours

⚠︎ he’ll have you straddle him and force you to keep your hands on his chest

⚠︎ “Yeah, that’s it. Move those hips. Show me how bad you want it.”

⚠︎ and at this point you’re damn near sobbing because you’ve already came more times than you can count and your clit feels almost raw from the friction but you just need him inside you so bad

⚠︎ “hmmm… just give me two more and I might consider fucking you.”

Jack

𖤐Jack fucking loves dry humping

𖤐 mostly because his cock is too big and he is too strong for his own good

𖤐 so he’s always scared of hurting you

𖤐 and after a particularly rough encounter, he refused to fuck you for weeks

𖤐 not because he didn’t want to, but because he felt so bad about hurting you, and he didn’t want to mess up again

𖤐 so instead he has you straddle his lap, wearing nothing but your panties

𖤐 he’s guiding your hips with his hands and kissing your neck UGH

𖤐 “you’re doing so good baby, just like that.”

𖤐 you can feel his big bulge under you and you’re begging for him to fuck you

𖤐 but he does not give into temptation because he knows what’s best for you

𖤐 plus he really does like watching you move your hips on top of him, especially since when he fucks you it’s almost always him doing most if not all the work (completely of his own doing)

X Virus

☣︎ You knew Cody was working and it was better to not interrupt him

☣︎ but that’s no fun at all

☣︎ so you sit on his lap

☣︎ “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

☣︎ you continue being a massive distraction, wiggling around in his lap until you can hear his breathing start to pick up

☣︎ when you decide to start grinding your ass back and forth on his clothed cock, that’s when he snaps

☣︎ suddenly you’re bent over his lab bench and his hand is gripping your hair, holding your face down

☣︎ and he’s holding your arms behind your back with his other hand

☣︎ Your skirt rode up when he bent you over and he’s so fucking hard pressed against your thinly clothed cunt

☣︎ “This is what you wanted, huh?”

☣︎ and when you’re too embarrassed to answer he starts grinding his cock against you

☣︎ “What’s wrong, slut? You wanted to be a distraction. C’mon, pull down your panties.”

Tim/Masky

꩜ lowkey, I don’t think he’d be all that into it

꩜ not a dry humping truther

꩜ he would likely only do it for a little bit as a tease and then he’s getting straight down to business

꩜ unless you really liked it then he would have you do it on top of him

꩜ he’d move your hips with his hands, making sure you don’t go too fast and keeps your movements at a steady pace

꩜ “don’t get too excited, you can keep it steady, I know you can.”

꩜ but even then he can only take it for so long

☆ Masky does the type of dry humping where he bends you over and pounds you through the clothes

☆ To the point where it kinda hurts a bit

☆ And it’s always a punishment

Brian/Hoodie

𖣐 Brian been a dry humping supporter since day 1

𖣐 loves to do it anywhere, anytime

𖣐 but especially in situations where it can get you guys in trouble unfortunately

𖣐 like you guys are watching a movie with everyone and you’re sitting in his lap

𖣐 and you feel him start to subtly grind your hips onto him

𖣐 you know better than to fight it because he will quickly make it known to you who’s in charge

𖣐“Just be a good girl for me and keep quiet.”

𖣐 And he gets you all riled up until you have to make an excuse to leave the room and then he follows after you a few minutes later

☹ Hoodie doesn’t do dry humping he’s straight up just slipping it into you while you guys are watching a movie or sitting on the couch

☹ He does not give a single fuck who’s around

☹ If anything, you might try to initiate it for a moment but even just one roll of your hips and it’s over because now you’re getting his cock inside you

All my dry humping truthers rise up‼️‼️

#bringbackdryhumping

[theamberparadise]

TW; implied murder, heavily implied threesome, lots of implied staring, nude-sending (not from reader), foul language, improper use of handcuffs, Tim x Brian if you squint

Tim and Brian loved playing poker-- but with you in on the bets-- maybe, just maybe, Tim might share.

OR: Texts between Tim and Brian competing over you.

divider credits; @cupidyunjin

[sabbathofruin]

pins and needles ⦻

⦻ synopsis: a voodoo doll with an uncanny resemblance to you has mysteriously appeared in the mansion... how will tim, brian, toby, and habit treat little raggedy you? 

⦻ content: masturbation, grinding/petting, yearning, overall perverted creepiness, sensory overload, graphic non-lethal violence + mutilation, cnc tones, dddne

🜏 ruin's masterlist

tim 🚬

its just a toy with some supernatural stigma, best not to touch it or be concerned with it at all. that is, until tim realizes it looks strikingly similar to you - that's when he’ll pick it up, only to inspect it at first. comb back the threads of your hair, straighten out the wrinkles in your little outfit. after a couple minor adjustments, tim’s just about ready to put the doll behind a glass case for safe keeping. except, of course, when everyone has gone to sleep and tim feels like cradling your small, stuffed body in his hand while using other to palm his cock. the shape of your name graces his lips as he squeezes the fragile figure with especial care not break any part of you. 

you hiss, inhaling through your teeth at the weight on your ribs. it's pulsating, coiling around your waist and then releasing you u expectedly. the crushing pressure stings but it also feels really warm and impassioned. your body squirms helplessly against the constriction until it suddenly - stops.

brian 👁️‍🗨️

holy shit, a doll that looks exactly like you? he can hardly believe his luck, immediately deciding it belongs to him. brian's so pleased with how perfect the details are - the color of the buttons in place of your eyes, your delicate proportions, those painted rosy cheeks. it even has that scar that brian loves looking at on the real you embroidered on its skin. doll-you has its place under brian’s pillow waiting for him to come to bed and rub his boner between its little, soft legs. brian mutters dirty little praises to you like you're really there, gripping the doll by the center and dragging it along his hard length. he makes sure doll-you is clear of his mess, normally he finishes into his hand for easy clean up. 

your cheeks immediately flush red at the invasive sensation between your thighs. it feels big, unnaturally big, sliding itself in the valley between your legs. you yelp, unsure of what to do besides tolerate the experience - your mouth watering, hips bucking up involuntarily to meet the invisible force.

toby 🪓

your little, crafty replica is too cute for him to bear - he gets mad cuteness aggression, pulling on your little sewn up limbs, plucking at the loose threads and stuffing. you for sure are going everywhere with him in his pocket, a special spot in his satchel actually. the pocket’s big enough for the entire figure to fit inside and toby keeps it tucked away safely, only unzipping it to stroke the doll for his own comfort. when he’s alone, he’s planting loving, messy kisses over the doll’s face and body. he’ll rub his cheek into it’s head and chest, its little hairs catching on his exposed teeth. toby will just do that while rubbing himself over his pants if he’s missing you extra, on top of showering it with more kisses while he jerks off to the thought of you later. 

you’re in a panic because for seemingly no reason at all, a wave of heavy pressure sweeps across your face and blocks your airways. the force feels chaotic and needy, moving without method or reason. no matter how hard you gasp and bat away the air, you’re being smothered in that unseen force, suffocating you and treasuring you all at once.

habit 🔪

a voodoo doll is scary enough, but the real curse is habit finding out that it exists. he’s so fascinated how it looks just like you and boy, does he have plans for it. being an extraplanar entity himself, habit can sense the supernatural energy coming off the little puppet, but he frankly doesn’t give a fuck if you feel any of what he’s about to do. he’ll tear the doll’s chest open just to see if the stuffing matches your real organs, letting out a disappointed huff to find plain rolled cotton inside. he rips off your limbs and reattaches them, cuts off all your hair, pushing its limits before destruction. when he realizes the doll always resets to normal the following day, he’s bored of that. finally, he just slices a hole in the crease between the dolls legs and sticks his dick inside. he’ll fuck the little doll-you, enjoying the perverted obscenity of the act more so than the feeling of torn fabric on his cock. he knows he’s a nasty fuck for using it that way, but it’s not like the poor little toy has any say in the matter. 

the searing, inexplicable pain is near intolerable as habit carries out his experimentation. your skin is on fire, bones feel like they’re being shattered, and your heart feels like it’s stopped - all while your body remains perfectly unscathed. one misery ends just for another to overtake you and tears sting your eyes as an invisible being stretches you open without warning. it’s heavy, ruthless, greedy, it feels like you’re actually being fucked. you can’t help but wiggle and latch onto the disembodied sensation, despite your lack of understanding of what’s actually happening to you. it'll all be over soon... right?

🜏 regards... first time writing habit don't kill me! no i have not finished emh YET but i feel like this was fitting to include him so my bad if its ooc or wtv :p part 2 + part 3 will be in the works! just needed to get these first couple scenarios out there before i fall asleep lol.

[qscen]

creepypasta scenarios v. bed time ft. jeff w. / toby r. / jack n. / tim w. / brian t. x gn!reader

jeffrey woods:

・jeff’s sleeping schedule is erratic and very much like other guys his age. sometimes he’ll pull all nighters while gaming, other times he sleeps through the whole day, groaning loudly while half asleep when someone tries to bother him.

・jeff is also a very loud sleeper, snoring and mumbling like a madman all the time. sometimes he even talks in his sleep. he always seems disturbed while sleeping too. he’s constantly tossing and turning, pulling his blanket on and off, kicking pillows or other miscellaneous items off his bed.

・you remember the first time you slept in his bed with him, he tells you that you’re gonna hate it, that he’ll probably accidentally kick you or steal the blanket from you or something. instead, jeff’s actually attached to you while hes sleeping. his hand drapes over your waist, his leg either slotted in between yours or thrown across your hip. at one point, he’s even half on top of you, nearly suffocating you with his weight. you have to tug at his hair to finally get him off you.

toby rogers:

・it’s hard for toby to fall asleep. his tics, along with his constant nightmares make sleeping a difficult task for him. he often awakes in the middle of the night after another nightmare, reaching for his meds as he pants, sweat running down his face. it’s not a fun experience at all.

・during the very few times he is asleep, he’s also a very light sleeper. his natural reflexes cause him to jolt awake at any small sound, frantically looking around for the threat before groaning, frustrated, and trying to go back to sleep.

・he genuinely thinks you’re a godsend, because whenever the two of you sleep together, he’s always magically sleeping like a baby. his frame is curled around yours, blanket draped over the two of you until your chin, and your legs a tangle underneath. it’s comforting, and he only ever wakes up if you snore, or mutter something under your breath. he stares at you for a moment before pecking your cheek and going back to sleep.

jack nyras:

・jack doesn’t need sleep. he doesn’t get any benefits from it like the average person does, he just sees it as a waste of time. why would he be in bed sleeping when he could be going out hunting instead? or deer watching? or observing the other killers in the mansion?

・he thinks he has a bed purely for decoration, in fact, he doesn’t see the point of him getting an entire room. he’s in his operating room for most of the time anyways, he has everything he needs there.

・you once came into his room late at night, perching yourself on the operating table and lying down. you looked visibly exhausted, after coming back from a big mission. he turned his back for a second, and when he looked at you again, you had drifted off to sleep. he then stared at you for a few minutes, watching you, before scooping you up to drop you off at your own bed.

tim wright:

・tim has insomnia. a lot of his nights are the exact same routine: sleeping late at night, tossing and turning for an hour, going on his phone for another hour, spending the rest of the night smoking.

・it obviously isn’t healthy, but what is he meant to do? when he has a job like this, stress just follows him. the rare times he is actually sleeping, he’s a pretty deep sleeper, however it doesn’t last very long and he’s usually woken up in the middle of a good dream.

・when you sleep over in his room, it takes him a noticeably shorter time to fall asleep. he still stays up late, however you insist on staying up as well with him just so you can talk to him. in the middle of the night, he’ll often awaken, like always, slipping out carefully from your hold and taking his cigarette pack with him. that subsequently makes you wake up, and you follow him outside to keep him company while he smokes.

brian thomas:

・brian has a pretty good sleep schedule compared to the other creeps. he does fall asleep late occasionally because of work, but he’s an early riser. he likes waking up early because it means he can do his tasks while the entire house is quiet, when toby isn’t wrecking havoc and tim isn’t yelling at him for it.

・he is a light sleeper, though. he’s very attentive, and will awake at any noise that’s similar to a footstep, a door closing, floorboards creaking, etcetera. he’ll also scold tim for waking him up and leaving the house to smoke, the older man doesn’t listen, of course.

・he wants you to take care of yourself, so when you’re staying up late he’ll drag you to either his bed or yours, whichever ones closest, and coax you to sleep. he watches you sleep for a minute before joining you under the covers. he also wants you to wake up early, so he’ll gently kiss or nudge you awake, chuckling at your groaning every time he does.

a/n: was half asleep while writing these….

[miaowitch]

Do you even know how much Brian loves you?

He has a whole folder in his computer files dedicated to your pretty face. Framed in 4k, every angle of your gorgeous form. He'd never show them to anyone (except probably Tim..) They're heavily rewatched, it doesn't matter when. Sometimes, if he's bored, Brian will sit with the laptop balanced on his thighs. Watching your display in front of him like you were really there. He's even talking to you just the same, thankful that he was a quiet cameraman each time you mewled back at him. Begging for a bit more than what he was willing to give you.

He's palming himself to his favorites when he's alone, you're busy and not responding. It's torture to him, but he knows just how to deal with the loneliness. He just needs to open his computer and finding you waiting.

[loki090909]

𝙉𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙎…

In which your three roommates text each other while competing for your affection! 

loosely based off of this blurb here!

A/N: This came to me in a vision omg, I love this Brim + Toby AU so much.

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+), BRIM + TOBY X FEM! READER, implied foursome, nudes being sent, one mention of murder, competition between the boys (😛)

Including..: Tim Wright, Brian Thomas, Toby Rogers and you!

do not plagiarize or steal this work. Loki999_™ 2026

[regisvinex]

Fever

practice kissing with the creeps (+ MH duo)

AO3 link

cw: none, sfw, gn!reader

note: OK SO. this is probably very self-indulgent!! (sorry for the pic, I couldn't NOT include it XD)

Jeff the Killer

You're perched on the edge of his unmade bed, legs brushing his as he leans in close—closer than usual, his hands hovering before settling lightly on your waist. His kiss starts soft, almost careful, the jagged edges of his carved smile pressing warm and insistent against your cheeks. You melt into it, hands sliding up his chest, and then—without thinking—your tongue flicks out, tracing the ragged scar along his cheek for a brief second.

That's all it takes. His breath hitches, a low growl rumbling from his throat, and suddenly his fingers dig into your jaw, tilting your head back with a grip that's firm, possessive, but not painful. The kiss turns almost feral—teeth nipping, tongue plunging deep, devouring you like he's been starving for this exact moment. He presses you down onto the mattress, body pinning yours, every wild sweep of his mouth claiming more, nastier, until you're both breathless and he's smirking against your swollen lips. "Fuck practice," he rasps. "You're mine now."

Eyeless Jack

He sits cross-legged on his bed, pulling you gently onto his lap, his clawed hands cradling your hips with deliberate care. "We'll go slow," he murmurs, voice a smooth rasp, leaning in until his cool lips meet yours—precise, controlled, like he's savoring every second. It's tender at first, his mouth firm and unyielding, a perfect gentleman even as heat builds.

But then his three tongues brush the seam of your lips, slick and insistent, fighting for restraint. He groans softly, pulling back just a fraction—"Sorry"—before diving in again, one tongue tracing your lower lip while the others coil teasingly at the edges, threatening to slip deeper. It's messy in the best way, wet and overwhelming, his claws tightening on your thighs as he battles not to overwhelm you completely. You arch into him, and he relents a little, letting just the tips explore your mouth in slow, swirling strokes that leave you dizzy, gasping against the impossible sensation. He breaks it eventually, forehead to yours, breathing ragged. "Too much?"

Ben Drowned

He lounges back against his headboard, patting the spot beside him with a cocky smirk—"C'mere, I'll show you how it's done." You straddle his lap, and he dives in bold as hell, lips crashing into yours with zero hesitation, all heat and bravado. His hands roam immediately—fingers splaying across your back, dipping under your shirt to trace your spine, pulling you flush against his chest.

It's sloppy from the jump, his tongue thrusting eagerly but clumsily, bumping against your teeth as he chases the rhythm. He tastes like energy drinks, nipping your lip too hard before soothing it with a messy swipe. "Fuck, like that?" he pants between fervent presses, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your hip to grind you closer. You laugh into his mouth, and it only spurs him on—kisses turning wetter, wilder, his confidence cracking into raw need until you're both a tangled, breathless mess, lips bruised and shining.

Ticci Toby

Toby's room smells like pine shavings and metal, his bed a nest of rumpled blankets where he pulls you down beside him, knees knocking awkwardly. "I-I'm not good at this," he admits, tics jerking his shoulder as he cups your face with bandaged hands, leaning in hesitantly. His lips meet yours soft and uncertain, a quick peck that turns into something more when you tilt into it—then clack, teeth bump clumsily, he grazes your lip.

He jerks back, eyes wide—"Sh-shit, sorry!"—but you're already giggling, the sound pulling a hiccuping laugh from him too. Flushing red, he tries again, slower this time, mouth pressing warm and earnest against yours. It's all twitches and stutters—little hitches in his breath, hands trembling on your cheeks—but the kisses deepen sweetly, tongues brushing shyly amid shared chuckles. He nuzzles your nose after, grinning lopsided. "Th-that wasn't that bad, r-right?"

Laughing Jack

Jack reeks of sugar and something darker, the air sticky-sweet as he tugs you onto his lap. "Don't worry, toots, I'll be gentle," he purrs with a wicked chuckle, his lips curving into a grin before sealing over yours. It's intense from the start—his mouth hot, hungry, sucking your lower lip between his teeth with barely restrained force, like he's fighting every urge to sink in deeper.

You feel it in the way he devours you, tongue swirling possessively, nipping just enough to sting while his long fingers knead your thighs. He groans low, a vibrating rumble that makes your pulse race, pulling you tighter as if he could swallow you whole. It's overwhelming, that hunger leashed by sheer will, leaving your lips tingling and raw when he finally pulls back with gleaming eyes. "Sweet," he rasps, licking his chops.

Jason the Toymaker

Jason's room buzzes with the quiet potential of half-made dolls, but all his focus narrows on you as he guides you down onto his bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Just his hands, steady and warm, framing your face like you're the finest creation he's ever touched. His lips meet yours, gentle pressure blooming slow and deliberate, exploring with feather-light brushes that coax your lips open without demand.

The subtle warmth of his breath, the way his thumbs stroke your jaw in rhythm, kisses deepening through patient layers—lips parting, a hint of tongue tracing yours like unwinding a delicate mechanism. No frenzy, just this intimate unraveling, his body pressing close enough to feel your heartbeat. When he eases back, his soft gaze lingers.

Candy Pop

Candy wastes no time, hauling you close with a grin that promises trouble, his lips claiming yours in a rush of sticky heat. It's pure mess from the start—tongue diving deep, swirling with reckless abandon, his sharp canines grazing your lips until they tingle and swell. He nips playfully, then harder, drawing a gasp as his hands roam your sides greedily.

The kiss drags on sloppy and fervent, saliva mixing in wet slides. You end up breathless, lips bitten pink and slick, him chuckling low against your throat. "Good enough for ya?"

Tim Wright

Tim's touch is deliberate, callused fingers tilting your chin up as his lips brush yours—soft at first, a slow exploration that builds with measured breaths. He starts easy, mouth warm and unhurried, coaxing you open with patient presses, tongue slipping in just enough to tease without overwhelming. Every movement screams restraint as he deepens it fraction by fraction, one hand cradling the back of your neck, the other steady on your waist.

It's intimate, consuming in its gentleness—the way he savors your taste, pulling back to murmur "You good?" before diving back in, lips molding perfectly to yours. Heat simmers under the control, leaving you melting when he finally eases away, thumb tracing your damp lips.

Brian Thomas

Brian eases you back against the pillows, his lips hovering teasingly close. "Nervous already?" he murmurs, voice low and amused, before sealing his mouth over yours in a languid kiss—soft, exploratory sweeps that make your pulse quicken. His hands frame your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he tilts for a better angle, tongue flicking lightly against yours in lazy circles.

He breaks it just to whisper "See? Not so scary," grinning against your lips before claiming them again, deeper now, nipping your bottom one with affectionate mockery. It's all loving jabs wrapped in heat—his body pressing close, kisses turning heated but controlled, drawing out every shiver until you're both smiling into it.

Clockwork

Natalie cups your face with both hands, her touch unexpectedly tender, thumbs tracing your jaw as she leans in. "Relax," she breathes, lips meeting yours in a steady, grounding press—warm and sure, no rush, just the slow build of her mouth moving against yours. It's intimate, her breath mingling with yours as she parts your lips gently, tongue sliding in with confident ease, exploring deep but controlled, like she's mapping every response.

Her fingers thread into your hair, holding you close without pulling, the kiss deepening into something sensual and unhurried—wet slides, soft sighs, her body arching just enough to press flush. She tastes faintly of mint and copper, pulling back only to nuzzle your nose, voice husky with "Better than I thought" as the gentleness lingers.

Jane the Killer

Jane doesn't hesitate, guiding you down with a hand at your nape, her lips crashing into yours in a kiss that's all controlled—firm, unyielding pressure that demands response without brutality. She tilts your head back, mouth claiming every inch, tongue delving deep with precise, sweeping strokes that leave you breathless. Yet it's laced with gentleness—her fingers stroking your hair soothingly, body protective over yours, softening the edges of her intensity.

Her breath hot against your skin as she murmurs "You're doing good" mid-kiss, pulling you tighter.

Nina the Killer

Nina's eyes sparkle as she snaps a Pocky between her teeth, straddling your lap on the bed. "Ready?" she giggles, leaning in—chocolate crumbling as your lips meet around the stick, nibbling closer in that classic game. It starts playful, breaths quickening with each inch, but when your mouths finally connect, it becomes sloppy—tongues tangling messily over candy remnants, her hands fisting your shirt weakly as she kisses you fierce and uncoordinated.

Laughter bubbles up mid-kiss, her teeth clacking yours lightly, smearing sweet mess across your lips before she dives back in, all eager heat and zero finesse. You both dissolve into giggles after, collapsing in a heap—her arms wrapping tight around you, nuzzling your neck as you cuddle close.

Syrinx

Regina's gaze softens as she draws you close on the bed, her fingers light and reverent on your cheeks, like she's afraid you'll vanish. "I want this right," she whispers, leaning in with zero mockery—just honest vulnerability. Her lips meet yours feather-soft, cool at first but warming fast, a simple press that lingers, building through patient brushes and sighs.

It's all about the intimacy of her molding into you, hands cradling your face as she tilts for deeper contact, her body pressing near without overwhelming. She explores with tender nips and slow glides, breath steady and shared, pulling back only to rest her forehead against yours. "Again?" she asks softly, holding you like you're her whole world.

Homicidal Liu

Liu holds your face in both hands, his eyes searching yours. "Is this okay?" he asks, voice low and earnest, before his lips touch yours—gentle as a promise, warm and enveloping in slow, deliberate presses. It's tender from the start, his mouth coaxing yours open with patient swipes, tongue venturing deeper only when you sigh into it.

His fingers thread softly into your hair, holding steady as the kiss builds—intimate, loving pulls that draw out every shiver, his body a warm anchor against yours. He checks in again, murmuring against your lips, before sealing them fervently but softly, hands never gripping too hard. When he pulls back, it's with a soft smile, thumb tracing your jaw. Pure, hellish gentleness.

Kate the Chaser

Kate's presence is all quiet intensity, her pale lips brushing yours in a steady claim—unrushed, controlled, like she's savoring this pause. She cups the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss with confident ease, mouth warm and insistent, tongue tracing yours in smooth, deliberate strokes that build heat without frenzy. Her body presses close, hips aligning as her free hand slides up your side, anchoring you.

The nips sting sweetly, her touch steadying any tremor. She breaks it slowly, lips hovering, voice a husky rasp. "More?" The steadiness lingers, turning practice into something almost primal yet safe.

[honiieebear]

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔘𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 ꒱ Getting lost and needing help from the creeps

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: Hello again! So Honie still hasn't started on the art for the big thing so i'm making a bunch of silly smaller things to put out until I make the new one o7 Butt this one is a lil extra silly whenever i start freaking out i start typing like toby lol

𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: abandonment (from random friends not the creeps), Lj does NOt take it seriously, Ej's is lowkey just bad, Habits kinda mean

𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𓂃 Tim x Reader, Brian x Reader, Ben x Reader, Jeff x Reader, EJ x Reader, LJ x Reader, Toby x Reader, Habit x Reader

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤! Hello!! Lowkey i made this while super sleep deprived so imma post it and go to sleep but I'm gonna probably tomorrow? prepare some posts in advance and i'll post regularly up until i get around to posting my big giant project