Characters: jeff the killer, Ticci Toby, Ben Drowned, Eyeless jack, laughing jack, Bloody painter, Liu, Behavioral event network
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Note: this was not requested but whatever i have to get to some requests now and also i think after i finish the requests ill make a part 2 of this with the girls!
Drabble/One Shot thing of sully jerking off. Idk why but my brain has been infected with the idea.
(Mail Mishap by @cryingintheclubdhmu is where it came from)
It wasn’t often you came into their room unannounced, but the moment you opened the door you wish you hadn’t.
Liu- or rather Sully- had told you about the sleeve he used to let off some steam. He told you to make you feel better about him finding one of your toys in the mail. You’d never imagined what it looked like when he used it. But what a sight it was…
His back was arched off the bed, panting and groaning as he moved the cylinder up and down his dick while thrusting into it.
A bit of drool clung to the corner of his mouth and his eyes rolled back. A drawled out curse falling from swollen lips from biting them.
It felt wrong to stare, but you couldn’t help it! Not when he looks like this.
He’s naked with all his scars on display. It all just makes him more beautiful, though. He’s sweating and it’s obvious he’d already cum a few times before you came in.
“Fuck- fuck- fuck- FUCK!” He pulls the toy as far down on as he can while he cums.
His shoulders are shaking, his body wracked from the force of it. A tear falls down his cheek and his teeth grind together with how tight his jaw is.
He groans and falls back before pulling the sleeve off of him, “shit.” He closes his eyes and, to your surprise, he starts again.
How long is he gonna go?
You can feel heat start to simmer between your legs. It feels so wrong to watch him, but he’s just so beautiful. He looks so blissed out.
You bring your hand to your own sex as he starts to play with one of his nipples.
Watching him like this makes you wonder though…
Liu and Sully are fairly different from one another… but do they both share the same stamina? The same drive? Because obviously Sully has been at it for a while.
Do they behave the same way during sex? Or completely different?
You know that they kill differently. They have different motives, too. Even down to their habits, body language, and hobbies.
Everything about them is different. Does that carry over to the bedroom?
The thought makes you work your hand faster. You cover your mouth with your clean hand and you blush furiously when he whines.
He’s moved his cleaner hand to the headboard for support, he’s downright desperate now.
“Fuck fuck, yes yes yes- ngh-”
This time he pulls out, spilling on his own stomach with screwed shut eyes. You can’t help but cum with him. His chest is heaving and his body goes limp.
Your hand is bleeding from biting it. He laughs breathlessly, “did you enjoy the show?”
Liu keeps returning to the same convenience store, insisting it's just for coffee and not because of the cashier with the warm smile. But, as hard as he tries to hide it, Sully notices the lie long before Liu does.
CW: Mentions of scars, social anxiety (?).
# Chapter 1
The thick fog that ruled over early mornings was no different today. You walked from the bus stop to your work, a big coat making sure you stayed warm. You finally reached your workplace, bell ringing when you opened the convenience store’s door. Sarah, your coworker, looked up at you, blonde girl with dark round eyes. Normally, the place had two people working at the same time, but so early in the morning you barely had any costumers. Because of this, during your shift, you were mostly alone. You walked to the restroom, quickly changing into your uniform before clocking in, watching your colleague clock out right as you did so. You walked to your regular spot behind the register, sitting by the counter and looking for a book in your bag. Working there was never thrilling, few people stopping by so early into your shift, but it was a calm space, no drama and it payed the bills. The restroom’s door squeaked as Sarah came back to the store, grabbing her stuff and sitting by your side. “Soooo… Anything new?” She asked, resting her head on your shoulder and checking her phone for any signal of her ride. “Nah, not really. What about you? Any creeps roaming around this night?” You closed your book, even though her chit-chat wasn’t that interesting. “Hmmm... Not really. Only that old trucker that keeps coming in drunk.” You nodded, looking around the store. Nothing to clean, nothing to restock… This was going to be a long day. The place remained silent for a bit, until the door opened. Both of you looked at the entrance instinctively, eyes meeting the new customer. Sarah got up, grabbing her stuff and heading out of the store, whispering in your ear right before leaving “Weirdo…”.
You couldn’t help but disagree. You followed the man with your eyes, trying not to stare too directly. He was fairly tall, around 183cm (6 feet), pale skin and light brown hair. He wore heavy boots, dark denim pants and a black coat, his face partially covered by squared glasses and a striped black and grey scarf. He didn’t seem anything other than normal to you. You watched as he grabbed some products: a bottle of water, an energy drink, chocolate and some chips. Then, he headed towards the register. That’s when you saw it. His face was mostly hidden behind the scarf, but you could still see the scars that covered his cheeks, nose and part of his forehead. It looked like someone tried to slice him to death. You held back a gasp, smiling kindly and forcing yourself to not look at his marks. Instead, your gaze met his eyes, hazelish green globes that stared back at you with an unreadable expression. “Hello.” You snapped back to reality when he spoke, velvety voice and slow speech. “Oh, hi. Sorry. Welcome.” You quickly scanned his items, a little nervous because of the awkward interaction. “Anything else?” He seemed to just look at you for a bit, as if he was analysing the person standing in front of him. Then, he pointed at something behind you. “Would you mind giving me a pack of those gums, please?” You nodded, reaching for the said item, scanning and handing it all to him inside a plastic bag. “Your total is $18. Cash or card?” You locked your gaze with his again, trying hard to not look away as you felt him following every single move of yours. “Cash, please. Keep the change.” He handed you a twenty dollar bill, and you could swear you saw a glimpse of a smile in his face. He pulled his scarf upwards, covering almost all of his face, then left without saying anything else.
This interaction was not really that deep. You were already used to the weird people coming at a roadside convenience store at 5AM, but this guy was unsettling for some reason. You didn’t think of him as a “weirdo”, as Sarah did. But the way he stared at you made you shiver a bit. His scars were also unusual. Nothing that bothered you or deeply affected his looks, but they caught you off guard. Overall, he seemed like a regular guy, around his late 20s. A bit socially awkward, but nothing serious. You brushed it off, thinking you were probably just being paranoid as the day followed by with nothing much to get your attention.
Your boring job came back to normal, the days passing by slowly as barely any customers came into the store during your shifts, until he came back. Around four days after your first encounter, you were by the register with another customer when you saw him. He wore blue denims this time, an oversized sweater and the same scarf covering almost all his face. You smiled at him, watching as he stared back at you before disappearing behind a shelf and picking up some products. You had just finished the previous checkout when he approached you, right behind the other man. “Hello, [name].” You raised an eyebrow, not remembering ever introducing yourself to him. “Ahm… How do you know my name?” The question came out awkward, a crooked smile on your face. This time, he was the one raising an eyebrow. You followed his finger as he pointed to something in your chest. “Nametag.” You felt stupid, your face turning red out of embarrassment. “Right. That’s right. Sorry.” Trying to just laugh it off, you started to scan his products, but his gaze felt extremely heavy on you. The silence on the store louder than any sound you’d ever heard, suffocating you at each second it lasted. “Y-you… Do you like these chips?” Your question seemed to get him off guard. He made a confused expression, glancing quickly at the chips you just scanned and then turning back to look at you. “What?” Shit. You really weren’t the best to start social interactions. “T-the chips… You were here before and… You bought the same chips. But today you got coffee, no chocolate, no gum and no water…” By trying to explain yourself, you realized you made things even weirder. Who the fuck would memorize someone’s order like this after only one purchase? But, instead of looking troubled, you watched as his expression softened and a small smile appeared on his face. “Oh, that’s right. You remembered.” Afraid of causing any more trouble, you just handed him his products. He paid in cash, allowing you to keep the change again. As he walked towards the exit, he pulled his scarf to cover his face, and that’s when you realized you were seeing his full face this time. The lower part was covered in more of those scars, but you barely noticed before as your eyes were fix on his. You let out a big sigh, disappointed in how awkward you acted with the poor guy. Couldn’t even ask his name or complain about the weather. Great, just lost a customer – you thought.
Pt 1. - Pt 2. - […]
A/N: Please, let me know if I missed any CW or if the dialogues are hard to understand. I am still trying to figure out my writing style.
Recently, there'd been a string of mysterious happenings going on in the manor. Someone was breaking into other people's rooms and cutting their hair in the middle of the night while they slept.
Seemed trivial enough. Strange things were always happening at the mansion, and hair wasn't that important, right?.
Well, you were wrong.
Everything had been fine, at first. Nothing major happened. Nina had been the first victim. She woke up one morning and realized that someone had cut off about 1.5 inches of her hair. It wasn't that big of a deal, since she'd been meaning to get a trim anyway. Her only concern was that someone had been able to get into her room while she slept, so she invested in several new locks for her room and that was that. No one thought a whole lot about it.
That changed when all hell had broken loose after Jeff was seemingly paid a visit by the same mysterious hairdresser.
The perpetrator had shaved a stripe down the middle of the already pitiful remains of Jeff's hair. It looked like an airport runway. Safe to say he was not amused when he woke up, and with how quickly he'd made it everyone else's problem—no one else was amused either. What had been a mild curiosity soon turned into a full blown investigation. Fingers were being pointed at random, proxies blaming other proxies with no actual basis for their accusations. Just another lovely week in the mansion.
The first suspect had been Ben.
He was known for his pranks and playing tricks on others after all. Even you had been a bit suspicious of him at first. It wasn't like it was a crazy concept. However, any suspicions were dispelled when he too fell victim to the unknown hairdresser. Not only had his hair been cut shorter—it actually looked like a good cut, unlike Jeff's—but several of the cords to his PC had been cut. The screech that ensued the following morning at 6 a.m. was nothing short of bone-chilling. You're pretty sure you if you tried hard enough you could still hear it echoing throughout the halls.
Thus, the investigation began anew.
The proxies had had enough. Between Jeff 's aggressive complaining and Ben's almost-mental-breakdown things had gone too far, and most of the other proxies were close to blowing a gasket. Now they were out for blood.
Interrogations were held in the dining room, Jeff standing in the corner menacingly while Ben set up security cameras in every hallway. It would have been comical, how serious everyone was taking this, except now it felt like you were walking in a field of landmines. One wrong step and you were done for.
At least your interrogation had gone smoothly. The worst part had been trying to keep a straight face while avoiding looking at Jeff's unfortunate haircut. In the end, you were deemed innocent and allowed to live freely. For now.
***
You'd retreated to your room, escaping the chaos going on downstairs. Bundled up under the covers of your bed, you were contemplating life and its mysteries while waiting for sleep to take you.
Knock, knock. The sound of someone knocking at your bedroom door drew your attention.
"Who is it?" You called out, not wanting to get up from your bed. It was warm and comfy, okay? Plus it was 11:38 p.m.
"It's me, love. Can I come in?" Liu's voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"Oh, sure!"
Liu stepped into the room at the sound of your assent, shutting the door softly behind him.
"You know you don't have to ask to come in, right?" You asked somewhat teasingly. While you appreciated your boyfriend's good manners, you didn't care if he came in without asking first.
"I know." He crossed the room and collapsed onto your bed, burying his face in your blankets.
"Did you get interrogated yet?"
"Yeah."
"How'd it go?"
He sighed dramatically. "About as good as it can be, when you have multiple killers staring daggers into you."
"Poor baby," you laughed, patting his head and running your fingers through his hair. He looked like a wet piece of paper, limp and sad. "At least it's over now, yeah? C'mere."
You pushed your computer off to the side, so that Liu could drape himself over you comfortably. He laid on top of you, face buried into your shoulder. It was quite comfortable, having him like that. It was akin to having a warm, weighted blanket covering you.
The two of you laid like that for a while—him resting on top of you, and you playing with his hair absentmindedly. It was quiet, peaceful. Exactly what the two of you needed after the dramatics of everyone else in the household.
"Who do you think it is?" You spoke suddenly, voice cutting through the silence.
"Hm? The mysterious stylist?"
"Yeah."
He huffed, warm breath blowing against your neck. "I would say it's Ben, but he's been ruled out…Maybe LJ? He likes playing tricks sometimes."
"That's true…" you hummed in contemplation. "He doesn't really strike me as the type to cut people's hair though. He's more into the jump scare thing."
"Who do you think it is then?"
"Honestly…it could be Nina."
"What?" Liu lifted his head up, seemingly surprised. "You think it's Nina?"
"Well, not really, but I know she got really annoyed with Jeff and Ben a couple weeks ago for one of their stunts. And I keep thinking through everyone else, and I don't think anyone would stoop that…low? I dunno, Jane hates Jeff but she wouldn't cut his hair—she'd probably just try and slit his throat. Everyone else is kinda the same or just minds their own business."
"That's fair. But that would mean she cut her own hair and pretended it was some rando."
"I mean, what's the best way to get away with something? Make yourself look like one of the victims, then no one will suspect you."
"True, true," he said thoughtfully. "You know who else it could be? Jason. Maybe he's stealing people's hair to make voodoo dolls or something."
"Ooh, maybe. That would be really creepy too." The thought intrigued you. Jason was definitely odd, and it wasn't completely far-fetched to think he might pull something like that. "Do you think voodoo doll you would love voodoo doll me?"
He blinked. "Baby, I don't think dolls can—"
"Shush, just answer: yes or no."
"Yes. I think voodoo doll me would be head over heels for voodoo doll you."
You giggled. "I knew it! You have a crush on me."
"We're literally dating—"
***
4:06 a.m.
You blinked, vision hazy as the red numbers glared up at you from the nightstand. Liu and you had fallen asleep a couple of hours ago, cuddled together in your blankets. Only something had woken you up, and Liu was…gone? Where'd he go?
A shuffling sound across the room caught your attention, and you looked up just in time to see a shadow move out in the hallway. Why the hell was your door open? Your hands flew to your head, panic momentarily flashing through you. Okay, everything still felt normal, that was good at least.
That didn't explain the movement out in the hallway. Or Liu's absence.
Slowly, you slid out from under the covers, feet hitting the carpeted floor. Moving blindly through the room, you pulled on a pair of shoes and a jacket before exiting into the hallway. It was quiet. The moonlight filtered in through the windows, bathing patches of the floor in a silvery glow.
There was flicker at the end of the hallway.
Your gaze zeroed in on it, eyes fixed on the corner where it disappeared. Making a decision, you silently crept forward and around the bend, just to catch another glimpse of movement going through one of the doors. This time, you got a better look. It was definitely a person, not one of the more entity-like proxies living in the mansion. Something about the figure had seemed pretty familiar, though it was hard to tell in the dark.
Was that Jane's room?
Cautiously, you made your way over and peered into the room through the cracked door. There was no way Jane was going around cutting people's hair. Absolutely not. As you looked inside, you saw the tall figure again, finally still. They were standing at the edge of the bed, facing away from the door, and looking down at the sleeping woman inside. Something shiny and silver glinted in their right hand.
No. Way.
"Liu?" You whisper-shouted, pushing all the way into the room. "What the hell are you doing?!"
The figure stiffened, standing up straighter before turning to face you. "Not Liu. Also, you shouldn't be here."
Ah. That sort of explained it.
"That's rich, coming from you Sully. You shouldn't be in here either," you replied accusingly. "What are you even doing in here?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Go back to bed." His voice was quiet, almost monotone. Too calm for whatever this bizarre situation was.
"Go back to—absolutely not! You're telling me that you are the one who's been behind all of this? You're telling me that my oh-so-loving-boyfriend has been creeping around during the witching hours like some kind of weirdo?!"
A small snort escaped him at your words. "'Loving' is a strong word, pretty. That's more fitting for Liu."
"Hush," you dismissed his dry response. "Why are you doing this?" You couldn't deny that you were curious. After all, since when does boyfriend #2 Sully go around cutting people's hair? What could he possibly be getting out of it?
"Like I said, don't worry about it. Just go back to bed and I'll join you later."
"I am not going to bed!"
"It's not any of your business—"
"Why are the two of you in my room."
Both of you froze, turning slowly to face the bed. Jane was sitting up, no longer asleep, and most definitely not amused.
"Uh…nothing..? We were just leaving! Isn't that right, Sully?" You tried not to look too guilty, but alas. There's not much you could do to save face in this situation.
"Right."
"…If the two of you don't get out right now, I'm telling Ben who the perpetrator is."
"Sorry! We're leaving!"
You grabbed Sully's sleeve and practically dragged him out of the room, kicking the door shut behind you. This couldn't possibly be real. Maybe if you pinched yourself you'd wake up and find out it was all just one weird dream.
"This is all your fault, by the way." Sully's voice rang out in the empty hallway. He didn't seem at all bothered by what had just happened.
You whirled to face him, offended at the audacity of his statement. "My fault—!"
"Yes."
It was a long night.
At least now you knew the secret identity of the mansion's midnight barber </3.
a/n: probs ooc but oh well. it's fun to write random bs sometimes
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
it gets quite intense. hes not very sexual but can be quite touchy depending on the mood.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
hes very possesive and gets very upset if he thinks youre hanging out with someone too much. he is a serial killer but half the time he lets sully take over and deal with the mess. sully isnt as in love with you as liu is, hes more just there. liu also hands his victims over to jeff if hes feeling particularly lazy.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
he is cruel yes, but not much of the mocking kind. once he finds you again he will not let you go. he keeps you tied to his bedpost in his room in the cabin and he would rather isolate you than mock you. his manipulation does wonders more than mocking could. but then again liu can get unpredictable. if you or somebody has ticked him off enough he tends to take it out on you. its rare but he loves to humiliate you during that time.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
honestly most of it is out of your will because he has convinced you its what you want. liu is very manipulative which is why you couldnt leave him when you were younger and nor can you leave him now. liu is very affectionate and it doesnt really matter whether you want his hands over you or not. all the decisions are made by him.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
you are the one person he confides in. his mixed feelings about jeff, how he feels murdering people, everything. he is the man you once loved so you do the same. your inner self tells you not to trust this man but how could you not?
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
you have but it is an endless cycle with liu. the sweet boy you used to date, the loving boyfriend that takes care of you and the psychopath keeping you hostage happen to all be the same people. liu would feel angry if you tried to fight back especially after all hes done for you. it would remind him of how jeff tried to kill him even though he went to prison for him. he would punish you.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
it honestly depends. to sully it is a game, a very fun one, because you have no chance of getting rid of them for long. liu has quite literally died and come back so theyre gonna be here forever whether you like it or not. there was once a time he allowed you to escape, run around the forest with a stupid hope of freedom. but with the monsters in there and liu chasing you back, there was no chance you wouldve made it. liu can get upset when you try to leave but he usually just masks it with enjoyment and switches over to sully to not feel as much.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
the worst experience you could have was when you first tried to escape. the two of you were in the city having a date but while he was distracted you managed to slip away and somehow reach your old home. while you finally were sleeping on your own bed you woke because of a sound to jeff the killer right above you with a knife to your neck. the entire night he broke your fingers and wrists and finally your ankles while liu was just watching behind. your screams were melodious to liu which after jeff was done he spent the rest of the night raping you. the next day you woke up back in your cellar with your leg chained to the bedpost.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
he wanted to get married, you in a white dress was his dream. but things turned out the way they did and well he doesnt expect much from the future anymore.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
when he gets jealous he doesnt usually take it out on you just ignores you for the time being. he tries to calm his possesiveness down when its a small issue but if he feels like youre hanging out with someone too much hell warn you before chopping the guys head off.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
he likes his hands on you. the feeling that you belong to him and there is no way youll leave him calms him down a lot. a lot of his behavior is just a response to how afraid he is of betrayal and he takes his precautions for you to not take the saem path. hugging you gives him a lot of relief.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
the two of you were dating before the incident.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
he is usually very calm and composed to others and youre the only one who gets a glimpse of his vulnerable side. other than that not really.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
he usually switches over to sully or asks jeff during punishments unless youve really fucked up. hes still a serial killer as liu too, he gets off on pain. he likes breaking your fingers mainly so that youll need help to hold onto anything and cant work on any of your other interests.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
i mean your right to live by yourself ig, he treats you like a human that belongs to him over than a pet so it isnt too bad.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
he is a patient man but his insecurities do start to build up. better to let him in before that happens.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
successful escapes are nearly impossible but if any of those things do happen hell never get over you.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
he feels really guilty at times but his paranoia always keeps you stuck in that cellar. he misses what you once were when you were just teenagers but life will always be unfair to him. youre the only one he wants.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
he was always a little toxic but after the jeff incident all this started to show more.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
he feels fairly guilty and is a suprizingly good comforter. maybe its the fact that yall have been dating for a while so he knows you like the back of his hand.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
idrk
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
his guilt is the only shot youve got. sully is more gullible than liu but liu feels worse about your situation than sully. use that how you like.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
yeah he is a sadist at times when you need to be punished.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
its not worshipping. youre his girlfriend so as far as that ig.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
it took you two years to start dating but after the incident it was like two weeks before he kidnapped you.
I know this request is weird, but how would the Creepypasta characters react if Y/N were a magical girl or Precure...? [Y/N has been hiding that for a long time and her true identity was accidentally discovered 😭]
