I don't know if you take asks like this, but how do you think the creeps would react to you getting in the shower with them???
YES, YES I DO TAKE ASKS LIKE THIS!!! I haven’t gotten a chance to write anything like this before, but this was SO FUN. I love any reason to write creepypasta ANYTHING!!! And this question? Omg *chef’s kiss*
Shower Sex
Lesbian Sex
Oral sex (Giving and Receiving, Sometimes Rough, Sometimes Gay, Sometimes Rough and Gay)
PIV Sex (Sometimes Rough)
Dirty Talk
Praise
Degradation
Choking
Teasing/Mocking
Use of ‘Mistress’
Foot Worship (But only because Ben is here… I mean like… duh)
Light Femdom
Mutual Masturbation
Fingering
Reader as a Sub and a Dom
Impact Play
Includes: Clockwork, Masky, BEN Drowned, Nina the Killer, Hoodie, Jane the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer
You pushed your robe delicately off your shoulders, letting it land in a puddle at your feet. Your eyes danced down the fogged up glass. Natalie was inside, eyes closed, stood under the constant stream of nearly boiling hot water. Her body stood slightly rigid. You knew she had to be downstairs in a few minutes, the guys were waiting on her.You reached out, your fingers wrapping around the sleek metal door handle. You pulled, slow, watching the steam roll out of the glass box. Natalie looked over at you, a small smile set on her lips.
“I don’t have time for this.” She mused quietly. Your lips drew up into a smile similar to hers.
“I can be quick baby…” You hummed, reaching out and running your fingers through her long hair. Natalie chewed her lower lip.
“You’ve never been quick a day in your life…”
“I can change, baby, I promise I can change…”
“Mmh…” She hummed, rolling her shoulders as you sank to your knees, “If you insist…” The steaming hot droplets landed concentrated in different areas along her chest, running down her stomach. You reached up, laying your hand flat against your stomach as you began kissing up her soft thighs. “You’re not moving very fast…” Natalie teased. You looked up at her through your lashes, breaking apart from her.
“Come on baby, you gotta let me romance you a little…” You answered. Natalie feigned annoyance, rolling her eyes and leaning back against the cold glass. You leaned back in, nestling against her stomach. “You gonna let me have my fun?”
Natalie sighed, “Fine… But they’re waiting on me downstairs.” A devilish grin spread across your face.
“That’s my good girl…” You hummed.
Natalie just rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, just get on with it.” She mused.
“Well, if you’re gonna be like that, maybe I won’t do it.” You murmured.
“No, come on…” Natalie said quickly.
“That’s what I thought.” You leaned in, ghosting a hand up her stomach to land on her breast, pinching her nipple lightly between your thumb and forefinger.
“Mmh, fuck…” Nat sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly. Your tongue slipped between her slit, licking a thick stripe up her center before breaking apart from her.
“Gonna- fuck- gonna need those slender fingers, princess.” You breathed. Natalie sighed into a slight chuckle, probing a hand down and using two fingers to spread herself open for you. You looked up at her flushed face. She was avoiding eye-contact like she would die from embarrassment if she looked down. You chuckled to yourself, leaning in and perching your lips on her clit, leaning in, deeper in between her legs. You began sucking lightly. You felt Nat’s knees start to give and smiled against her soft skin, your nose nestling against the little patch of mousy brown hair she kept there. You began working your tongue against her clit.
“Oh fuck…” Natalie mewled, her legs shaking under her. You popped your lips off her clit with a satisfying little pop.
“Hook your leg over my shoulder, princess.” You directed. She looked down dreamily, seemingly so drunk on the feeling, the embarrassment had evaporated from her.
“Mmh- mhm yeah…” She hummed, picking up her leg. You guided it over your shoulder, placing your hand on her hip to brace her against the wall.
“That’s it baby.” You murmured, burying your face back against her. Natalie’s hand immediately ventured into your hair, tangling her fingers in it, pulling you in tighter against her sex. Your mouth formed around her clit again, working your tongue against it.
“Oh god…” Natalie whined through gritted teeth, tugging hard on your hair. Your nose was now well and truly buried against the coarse little hairs. You sucked gently, pushing your hand up and slinking a finger into her opening, “Oh… fuck…” Nat sighed, you opened your eyes, looking up at her through the constant stream of hot water. She had her bottom lip snagged between the teeth. Her cheeks and the tops of her ears were dusted a deep pink. You slowly teased in another finger and her walls instantly clenched around your fingers. You gave her a moment to adjust before you began moving your fingers in a ‘come-here’ motion.
A solid stream of curses started to tumble from Nat’s lips as her other hand tangled itself in your hair, pulling you in tighter against her. You could feel her walls clenching hard around you and the sting of the constant yanking of your hair. Your tongue worked against her clit, keeping the same pace as she began riding out her orgasm. Your other hand dug into the tender flesh of her soft, freckled, thigh.
Slowly, Nat’s grip loosened on your hair and her legs gave a final violent shake. You pulled away, looking up at her, guiding her leg off your shoulder. She was chewing her bottom lip, watching as you stood, placing your hand against the glass beside her head, boxing her in against the wall. She gave you a chaste little grin as you met her half-lidded, fully blissed-out gaze.
“Was that fast enough for you, princess?” You hummed, laying your other hand delicately on her waist.
“Shut up.”
✦*.⭐︎☽ Masky ☾⭐︎.*✦
“Hey, you forgot your towel.” I called, pushing open the heavy, solid bathroom door. I saw Tim stood in the shower, bracing himself against the wall, his head directed down to the floor.
“Oh, yeah- sorry.” He grumbled.
“Long day, baby?” You asked, folding up the towel and laying it on the edge of the sink.
“You could say that.” He sighed, his fingers thrumming against the glass. The steaming hot water droplets landed on his shoulders and upper back before rolling down his body. He still looked tense.
“Let me help you.” You hummed, starting to strip off your clothes. Tim broke himself apart from the wall, looking back at you.
“You don’t have to-”
“No, I want to.” You quickly cut him off, pushing down the flared yoga pants you’d put on that morning. You looked back up at him through the steamed up glass. “That is, if you want me…”
Tim scoffed, “Are you kidding? I always want you.” He pushed open the shower door and looked to you expectantly. You bit your bottom lip, making your way over, standing in front of the open shower door. The heat from the shower rolled out, begging you to enter and the freezing cold of the rest of the room pressed in sharp against your back. Tim’s eyes graced down your form, watching as every hair stood on end from the sharp contrast. “Well? Come on, babydoll.”
Your cheeks tinged pink as you took a slow, sultry step closer to him. Obviously not moving fast enough for him, Tim jutted out a ruggedly strong, scarred arm, clamping his hand around your arm, tugging you under the stream of hot water with him. You crashed against his chest and your ears were met with a dark laugh bubbling up from Tim’s chest. You directed your gaze up to caress his angular features. They’d gotten softer over the years. Just like his gaze when he looked at you. You’d originally had to win him over, but now he was well and truly smitten. Had been for years. You both were.
You slowly sank to your knees in front of him. His hand stationed itself on your chin. You chewed your lower lip, staring up into his twinkling, dark eyes. You hadn’t let yourself look down yet. You knew what awaited you. And it was glorious. Finally, Tim’s grip on your chin lightened, only for a moment before it tightened again, lifting you back up to him, pressing your lips against his. Your jaw ached where the pads of his fingers squeezed and that ache shot right between your legs. You could feel your legs start to give under the weight of your body.
“God…” You whispered against his mouth. He let you go, sending a look of playful, salacious disdain in your direction. You fell hard to your knees, staring up at him. You knew your eyes were filled with stars. You sometimes caught glimpses of yourself in mirrors after having lascivious run-ins with the man and the look in your eyes was always dreamy and unfortunately very embarrassing. Tim took his cock into his hand, bringing it up and letting it fall against your cheek.
You could feel yourself beginning to salivate. Your lips parted, your tongue jutting out to caress along the underside of his cock. Tim’s face, above you, stared down intently, wearing that sexy smirk that always looked so damn good on him. You opened your mouth, forming your lips around the head of his cock, giving some light suction before leaning in and taking in as much of him as you could. His cock was thick. Almost unbearably so. Especially when the two of you first started dating. God… the way he stretched you… The way he still did? Fuck.
“Well, get on with it babydoll.” Tim teased. You grinned around him. Well… if that’s what he wanted… You worked your mouth meticulously, running your tongue around the ridge of his cock, sucking him down as you leaned in fast, one of your hands landing on his base, working the bit you couldn’t fit. Tim’s head landed back against the glass of the shower. “Fuck, baby.” He groaned. “Fuck- just like that…”
You chanced a look up, his eyes were closed, his brows knit together and his lips drawn up in an ecstasy-driven sort of scowl. You were surprised his constant scowl hadn’t been etched permanently into his face from years of wear. Tim’s hands tethered themselves to the top of your head, guiding you up and down his length, using your mouth however he needed. You relaxed, your eyes fluttering closed, succumbing to being used as a tool for his pleasure. Your tongue laid against the underside of him, shielding his sensitive flesh from your teeth. Tim pushed hard and rhythmic down your throat, deeper and harder than usual. You suppressed your urge to gag, your hands squeezing at his thighs as his thrusts became sloppy. Finally, he tugged you in tight, your nose nestled in the thick patch of coarse, untamed chestnut brown hairs nestled at his base. His cock twitched hard once… twice… a third time- harder than the rest. You forced your eyes open, looking up as Tim let out a strangled groan, his cum shooting out in hot lines down your throat. You swallowed it down and he slowly pulled out of your mouth. The last of his cum you’d been unable to swallow dribbled down your chin. Tim’s mouth turned up into a self-satisfied little smirk, untangling one hand from your hair, wetting it and bringing it to wipe off your chin.
“So, how did I do?”
“Pretty damn good, babydoll.”
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ BEN Drowned ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
It had been the longest day in the history of the universe and all you needed to make it better was a hot shower. You started stripping off your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, pulling your phone from your pocket as your pants fell. You clicked on some music, turning the volume up on the highest setting and tossing it over, face up on the sink. You started the hot water before heading back over to the sink, grabbing up your hairbrush, starting to pass it through the tangled mop on your head, letting the water heat up. Your phone dinged. You looked down. Your lockscreen illuminated with a text notification. It was from Ben. You opened it.
‘Wyd?’
‘Abt to shower, why?’ you typed back with one hand.
‘Put your phone down.’ Your boyfriend sent back. You rolled your eyes, laying your phone down flat on the counter. The screen glitched and the phone vibrated. Fingers extended out from the screen. You scoffed and looked back at the mirror, continuing to run the brush through your hair.
“You’re gonna fry my phone if you keep doing that, y’know.” You murmured as Ben clawed his way out. “This place has doors for a reason.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He grumbled, “You know, I think they make these phones smaller every year?” You chuckled to yourself as your music glitched out and became muffled. You looked over to find the blonde man sat on the counter beside you.
“Ahem.” You looked down at his ass.
He smirked. “I knew you wanted a piece of this.”
“You’re sitting on my phone.” You answered. He hopped off the counter and your music could be heard again.
“You saying you don’t want a piece of this?” Ben teased, wrapping his arms around your middle, pressing his clothed chest against your back. You just sighed.
“I told you, I’m taking a shower.” You turned from the sink and broke apart from him heading toward the shower, swinging your hips in a pointed attempt to get him to follow you. You felt him slide up close behind you, reaching down and palming your ass. “You’re terrible.” You hummed, your cheeks tinging pink, the tops of your ears burning. You opened the shower door, stepping in amongst the rolling steam, turning back to face the man, only slightly taller than you. “Well…?” You prompted.
Ben’s whole face lit up and he began hurriedly stripping off all his clothes, kicking off his shoes. You reached out, taking his face in your hands, guiding him into the shower, closer to you. You ran your thumb over his cheek, wiping away the falling blood. More tears rolled out as soon as the old ones were wiped away.
“Come on, baby.” Ben murmured, backing you until your back met the cold glass wall. He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. Your arms hooked around his neck, pulling him in tight against you. His hands explored your body, his lips working against yours until both his hands finally landed on your ass, grabbing handfuls. His lips broke apart from yours, “Fuck…” He sighed. He slipped his knee in between your legs, forcing them apart before he sank to his knees in front of you. He stared up with those puppy-dog eyes. “You gonna let me taste you?” He sat back on his feet, just staring up at him, waiting on an answer. You reached out, laying a hand tentatively in his blonde hair, pretending to weigh your options. Slowly, Ben bent forward, started to press gentle kisses to the tops of your feet before he sat back up and met your eyes again. “Please, mistress?”
That did it. You were never able to say no when he called you that… You smirked down at him, cocking up an eyebrow, before reaching out to lay your hand on his head again. In lieu of an answer, you just leaned back against the cold glass, bending slightly at your knees and spreading your legs for him.
Ben watched, licking his lips eagerly, waiting for you to still. When you did, he immediately dove in. His mouth working in a tireless frenzy against your aching sex. You instantly pushed both hands into his hair, gripping him hard. His tongue worked against your clit. Both his hands grabbed your ass, pulling you in closer to him. You gripped his hair hard, feeling him press his tongue down deeper until it arrived at your opening, pressing in slow. Ben couldn’t help but to let out a pitiful whine at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.
“God, baby…” Ben whispered, he wore a dazed look, his eyes clouded with nothing but pure want. He just breathed for a moment before diving back in, less exploratory now, more focused. He began working his tongue in circles around your clit, sucking slightly before backing off. His fingers dug into your flesh, his eyes fluttering closed dreamily as he worked. Focusing the bit of uncluttered brain power that wasn’t buzzing with you on pleasure. Finally, he let one of his hands retreat down to his own body. He gave his cock long, languid strokes before guiding it between your legs, starting to sit up, thrusting his hips up, desperately fucking the gap between your legs.
“God…” You breathed, “You’re so fucking pathetic.” He muttered something against you you couldn’t understand. The vibration in his voice left you shaking. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at you.
“You like that, huh?” He mused, “I knew you liked the sound of my voice, who knew you like how it feels too…” Your cheeks burned.
“Fuck you.” You spat, “Just make me cum.” Ben grinned to himself and dove back in, working his tongue against you harder and faster now. There was no give in his rhythm. It was perfect. Exactly what you needed, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hands slipped down to the sides of his head, gripping his hair hard and pulling him in tighter against your core. “Oh god!” Ben’s movements continued, “Oh god…” You sighed, your voice rumbling deeper in your chest. You immediately felt the vibration of Ben starting to speak against you. You couldn’t make out what he said, but the tone was playful. You gripped his hair harder, feeling yourself get dangerously close to the edge. Ben started his pitiful thrusts through your legs, using his hand to press his cock tight against your skin, bringing himself closer to the edge as well. You gritted your teeth, hissing out breaths as you the feeling finally washed down over you. Heat bloomed through your skin and your legs shook. Ben broke apart from you and you looked down in time to see ropes of Ben’s white, hot cum landing against the shower wall. He crashed back, sitting against his feet again, both of you just staring at his twitching cock before he looked up at you with those damn puppy-dog eyes.
You furrowed your brows and took a deep breath before speaking. “You’re cleaning that up.”
♡*.❀༻ Nina the Killer ༺❀.*♡
You could smell the scent of Nina’s cherry blossom body wash pluming from the shower. You stood in the doorway, watching the way she worked her hot pink loofah over her skin. You chewed your lower lip as your eyes flitted down her nude form. Her clothes sat on the top of the hamper. You’d bought that hamper for her, noticing her clothes usually landed in the floor. So, you’d decided to give them a place to land. It was galaxy print. You took a few steps closer, raising your hand to knock on the glass. She jumped and looked over at you, raising a hand and wiping at the fogged up glass.
“Jesus, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”
You just laughed, “Sorry, I was coming to ask if you’d mind if I joined you…” She eyed you.
“Okay, but no funny business, we’re supposed to have a Men In Black movie marathon tonight.”
You tucked your hand behind my back, crossing your fingers as you pulled open the shower door. She reached out, grabbing your arm pulling it out so she could see your crossing fingers. She knew you too damn well. Her lips, still stained with her bubblegum flavoured lipgloss, twisted up into a smirk. “Sorry.” You murmured.
“Get naked.”
You chewed your lower lip, immediately bending to her will, stripping off your clothes. She smirked, looking you up and down. You did the same, your gaze gliding up and down her soft curves. She reached out first, letting her hand grace down your side, landing on your hip and pulling you into the steam with her. A laugh erupted from your lips as you landed against her, but it was quickly quieted as her lips met yours. Soft at first, but the kiss slowly morphed into something hungry. Teeth gnashing, tongues meeting in an obscene display of just how much you wanted each other. Your fingers worked through her hair and one of her hands explored up your chest, cupping your breast, gently circling your nipple with her thumb. You broke your lips apart from hers, breathing hard as your foreheads pressed together.
Your eyes flitted open only to find Nina already looking at you. The two of you laughed, leaning back in to capture the other’s lips in a kiss that stayed soft and gentle this time. Nina pulled away first, leaving gentle kisses in a migratory pattern down your cheek, down your neck. Your head lolled back and a soft sigh fell from your lips, your fingers tangling in her long hair, gripping hard when her lips finally landed on your chest. Heat bloomed up from where her lips touched you. You guided her head down closer to where you wanted her… needed her… She broke apart from your skin, eyeing you.
“I’ll get there.” She murmured, grinning, “Just gimme a minute… I’m having fun…” Your cheeks flushed, rolling your eyes at her. Nina’s fingers ghosted down your tummy, causing every hair to stand on end. Her hand landed gently between your legs. Your breath faltered. She dragged her finger through your slit, begging for any kind of attention from her. Your eyes were attached to her movements, watching intently as she pulled her finger from you, bringing it to her lips.
Nina pressed the pad of her finger in slowly between her lips, her tongue delving out, tasting you. Her eyes fluttered closed, a sigh leaving her lips. You could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. You pressed your own hand down between your legs, deciding that if she wasn't going to give you what you wanted, you’d have to take it. She pulled her finger from her lips, eyeing you, quirking up an eyebrow. You watched her, your movements pausing.
“Oh… no… by all means.” Nina hummed, leaning back against the shower wall so she could see you better. “Don’t stop on my account…”
You smirked, your movements continuing. Your fingers circled your clit slow and her eyes switched between watching your fingers and watching the way your expression morphed at the feeling, “Is that what you wanted?” You asked.
“Oh, this is what I always want.” She answered. She watched you a beat longer before she let her own hand venture down between her legs. Your breath caught in your throat, watching her mouth fall open at the pleasure she was giving herself. You sped up the tight circles your fingers were moving in and pleasure unfolded deep in your core. Your eyes fluttered closed and a sigh fell from your lips. “No.” Nina breathed, “Eyes on me.” Your gaze flitted back up, landing on her face. She wore a wicked smirk. She wanted to watch you come undone. And she wanted you to watch her.
Your movements continued, keeping the same pace. The pleasure in you filled and filled. Like a balloon threatening to pop at any moment. The anticipation somehow made it even better. You watched how Nina’s expressions morphed. From her brows pinching in focus as she watched you, her pace soon matching yours, to her mouth falling open and her shoulders relaxing when she finally let herself fall into the pleasure. You watched her toes clench and her breath falter as she fell deeper and deeper into the throes of it.
Seeing her pleasure only served to heighten your own. Your gaze flitted up to her face, meeting her eyes and the two of you felt, then, the unspoken agreement. So, you held each other’s gaze, eyes only fluttering closed for moments at a time at the feeling of it all before hurriedly reopening to watch the other woman.
“Oh… god!” An electric current shot through your body. You fell back against the shower wall behind you, body sagging, legs spreading so Nina could almost see the pleasure surging from your hot sex, pumping rhythmically through your body.
As you felt yourself coming down from the high at last, sinking into the floor of the shower, you watched as Nina’s own movements became jerky. She bit down hard on her lower lip, her legs shaking as she came. As her body quivered with the aftershocks, she sank to sit in front of you.
Your gazes met again and you panted, still out of breath. She reached out a hand and you reached out as well, your hand meeting hers. Your arm felt heavy like it was made of lead. She gave your hand a gentle, sweet squeeze.
“Men In Black?” She sighed.
You nodded, “Yeah.”
*•.✩.•*˚ Hoodie ˚*•.✩.•*
You sat on the edge of the sink, folding laundry and tossing them into separate piles while Brian scrubbed himself in the shower. You were humming along to a song playing low on the radio in the corner. Your eyes flitted over to him, watching him through the fogged up glass. His muscles moved under his skin. He reached up to adjust the showerhead and you watched him, your eyes glued to his abs. He really was a gorgeous man. You snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, slipping off the edge of the sink. Your feet landed on the cold floor and you padded over to the shower, raising your arm and knocking at the door. Brian turned to you, pushing open the door.
“Yes?” He asked, looking you up and down expectantly.
“Would you mind if I- uhm…” You trailed off. A snaggletooth smirk set itself on his lips. Your cheeks burned. You couldn’t help it! God the way he looked at you. The way his gaze undressed you. Especially at the most inopportune moments.
“Take your clothes off, pretty girl.”
You eagerly began stripping off your clothes, throwing them in the general direction of the hamper. Brian just watched, letting the water bead and roll off his skin. Once you were naked you stood there, bare in front of him. He took a beat, letting his eyes roll over you. You clasped your arms over your chest and Brian’s eyes immediately flitted up to your face.
“C’mere.” He murmured, reaching out to you. He pulled you into him. You breathed in his scent, feeling any worry you had on your mind just melt. His hands ghosted down your back and you laid your head on his shoulder, your arms snaking around his neck. You sighed.
Brian tucked his head into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. You parted your feet, spreading your legs a little for him. His rough hands swept down your sides until they landed on your ass. Your arms tightened around him as he pressed his finger in slowly, gently, into your opening. A soft breath fell from your lips as goosebumps raised along your skin. Brian’s lips worked up your neck to land on the outer cuff of your ear.
“Turn around for me, pretty girl.” He whispered. Every hair stood on end. You did as he directed, turning in his grip. A chuckle fell from his lips. You could feel the rumble in his chest navigating through your body. His hand pushed back down to land between your legs again. Your hand clamped over his wrist, your nails digging in as his fingers began softly circling your clit. Your bottom lip snagged between your teeth. His other hand slipped down, pressing two fingers softly into your opening.
“Oh… fuck!” The obscenity spilled from your lips.
“Yeah pretty girl, you like that?” He whispered. You knew your cheeks were bright red. Your ears felt like they were on fire.
“Mmh… mhm…” You sighed.
“No, no, no…” Brian mused, “I need you to use your words…” He pulled his fingers from you. You ached at the loss of him.
“Please… please…!” You panted. Brian ground himself against your ass. “Please, I need you!”
“That’s better…” He hummed against your ear. He snaked his hand down gently, staking sweet claim on your most sensitive parts. His familiarity with your body was exhibited in every movement he made. He knew what you needed, and he knew what to do to make you melt. Your body relaxed into his, taking a deep, clamoring breath. Your teeth chattered as his fingers explored you, circling your clit, two dipping into you, curving up to brush against that spot that made you want to scream. And you did.
The cry tumbled from your lips, your hips thrusting up into his hands, your legs shaking, your nails digging into his arms. “Oh god!” You cried out, “Yes! Yes! God, yes!”
“That’s right pretty girl,” Brian breathed against your hair, “let everybody know you belong to…” His fingers sped up, moving in tight circles.
“Fuck! I’m yours!” You cried out. Pleasure felt like it ran through every nerve in your body, you shook, your walls clenched around his fingers. A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest again, watching you writhe in his grip.
“Cum for me, pretty girl…” Brian whispered. Finally you let go and the wall crumbled. You felt totally and inextricably intertwined with him as you came by his hands. Your head fell back against his shoulder as you rode out your orgasm. You panted deeply as you came down. Your feet landed back on the floor, though Brian still braced you against him.
“I need to finish folding the laundry.” You murmured.
He hushed you, “I’ll take care of it.” He whispered, “You just go watch a movie.”
✧༺♡ Jane the Killer ♡༻✧
You heard the shower kicking on in the next room. Jane had had a long day, being made to work with Jeff on a job. The only reason you could figure was that Slender had a sick sense of humor. Once she’d come in, she’d gone straight to the shower to wash off the stress of the day. But you knew a better way to help her destress. You’d stripped down to nothing, sinking to your knees. You crawled on all fours into the bathroom. You heard a chuckle tumble from Jane’s lips. You looked over at her, shaking your hair out of your face, chewing your bottom lip. She’d leaned against the glass, pushing the door open so she could see you better.
“Well, well, well…” She purred. Her voice sounded like smooth butter. And fuck, it made you just want to melt. “Stand up and turn around for me…” You slowly followed her directions, standing up, looking into her dark eyes before turning in a slow circle. You could feel her eyes on you. Once your back was to her, you heard her lips spread into a little grin. “Stop.” You halted. “Let me see how wet you are.” You slowly bent forward, bracing one hand on the sink, reaching back with the other, spreading yourself apart so she could see. “Fuck…” She whispered. “Com’ere.” You stood and entered the shower. She made room for you. Jane reached out, sweeping her hand through your hair. You leaned into her touch.
“Mmh…” You hummed, your eyes fluttering closed. She leaned in, kissing you softly.
“How did you know this was just what I needed?” She asked, her lips ghosting over yours as she spoke. You opened your eyes, finding her eyes already lilting down your face.
“Because I know you…” You sighed.
“Mmh… you really do…” She murmured, “Get on your knees.” You slowly sank back to your knees, staring up at her. She tangled a hand in your hair.
“That’s my good girl…”
You stared dreamily up at her before slowly leaning in. You leaned your head gently against her thigh. Jane petted your head softly. Your gaze moved to the wisps of dark hair that were situated between her legs. You leaned in, pressing your tongue against her slit, dragging it through until it situated on her clit. She pulled hard at your hair.
“Oh fuck… Just like that…”
You worked your tongue around her clit in a circular motion, your lips pressing in against her soft skin, your nose nestled in the dark hairs. Your hands stationed themselves on your breasts, pinching lightly at your nipples before letting one hand venture down between your legs. A quiet groan clawed its way out of your throat. Jane groaned from her place above you, pulling you tight against her. You felt the firm tug against your scalp. The pain tingled down your body, the pleasure rocketing straight to your core. You worked your tongue faster, in tighter circles, directing your gaze up to Jane’s pale features, watching them morph and go slack. Her mouth fell open, her breath coming out in slow, deep pants.
“Oh god…” You nuzzled in closer, forming your lips around the sensitive little bud, giving it some light suction. “Oh fuck…! I’m gonna cum!” Jane gasped. You immediately pressed your forehead into her tummy, breaking yourself apart from her, a move you knew you’d pay for dearly. Jane instantly clamped her hand around your throat and snatched your head up to look at her, raising the other hand, striking you hard. Your jaw went slack, a cry falling from your lips, tears welling up in your eyes without your asking them to. A sick grin spread over Jane’s lips.
“I love you.” You whispered.
“I know.” Jane answered, she let go of your neck and you landed hard on the floor. “Now be a good girl and put that mouth to good use.” She spat. You immediately bent to her will, leaning back in, snaking one hand back down to settle between your own legs. “Oh no…” Jane murmured, reaching down to your shoulder, her nails digging in. “No, those fingers are mine.” A chuckle tumbled from your lips.
“Yes Mistress.” You whispered. You raised your hand between her legs, pressing two fingers into her aching core. Jane’s knees buckled for a moment before she regained her composure, her back pressing into the cold glass, her head lolling back. You perched your tongue back on her clit, working it again in tight circles, your fingers moving in a gentle ‘come-here’ motion.
“Fuck…” Jane groaned, her grip tightening on your hair, tangling in tight. You let out a soft sigh, your eyes fluttering closed, desperate to focus on the task at hand instead of getting lost in your own pleasure. Soon, Jane’s legs began shaking softly. You let your other hand wander up, cupping her soft breast. Her free hand clamped over yours, her nails digging in. “Oh god! Oh fuck! Just like that!” She gasped, pressing her body hard back against the glass. You felt her clench around your fingers hard. You pushed in a third finger. Jane gasped at the stretch, clenching hard around you once again. Her legs shook harder as nearly incomprehensible syllables tumbled from her lips. “Fuck- Mmh! Fuggh! Cumming- cum-cumming!” Jane rode out her orgasm on your fingers, grinding her hips up against your mouth hard as she came down. “Fuck…” She whispered, untangling her hand from your hair. You broke apart from her, resting back against your heels as you stared up. Her eyes were glued to you, half-lidded and tired.
“So…?” You hummed.
“So?” She asked.
“So, where’s my reward?”
⊰⭐︎✭═══ Ticci Toby ═══✭⭐︎⊱
You were tired. You’d spent the entire day deep cleaning your and Toby’s room. And he’d spent the day helping you. Much to his chagrin. You’d let him retire to the shower while you tweaked the last few things. You’d made him help you reorganize the furniture too. You’d moved the bed so you’d wake up every morning to the sunlight splaying over your face. You pushed your lamp to a slightly off-kilter angle, eyeing it before deciding it was good enough.
You stood, figuring it was a good time to give Toby his reward. You stripped off your clothes, making sure they all landed in the hamper as you pushed open the bathroom door. Toby looked back at you, hurriedly wiping at the fogged up glass to see you better. You chuckled, watching him nearly trip over himself to push the door open.
“Damn, is this gonna be t-the way w-we finish the day every time I help you c-clean? Because if it i-is, I’m gonna help you c-clean everyday.”
You just laughed, heading over, pressing yourself into the shower, tucking your body close to him. Toby’s hands immediately propped themselves on your hips, pulling you closer, leaning in, laying gentle kisses down your neck. You let yourself relax into him, your fingers digging softly into the meat of his bicep. You could feel his length growing between you. You let your other hand snake down, wrapping around it, feeling it twitch. He let out a hollow grunt as your grip tightened slightly. He pulled back to stare at your face with his puppy-dog eyes.
“Toby?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Fuck me.”
Toby instantly honored your request and you surrendered to him. He turned you in his grip, bending you at the waist, guiding his cock into you. The large, blunt head of it, pressed through your folds, pushing into you, stretching you just the way you needed. He slotted in behind you perfectly like your body was fucking made for him. Like the two of you were a matching set. Toby gave the two of you barely a moment to breathe before his thrusting began. His movements were rough and hurried, chasing down his own high, using you as nothing more than a tool to get him there.
Moans immediately started tumbling from your lips, and you reached back, clambering to grab at Toby. He caught your wrists, holding them behind your back, using them to pull you back, bouncing you against his hips over and over and over and over.
“Ah! Oh my god! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You gasped, your hands desperate to grip onto some part of him, though there was nothing for you to grab. Toby’s other hand gripped your hip hard.
“I know, sweetheart, I-I know.” Toby groaned. You could almost hear how hard he was clenching his teeth. His cock moved in and out of you at almost inhuman speeds, raking against your walls so intensely it made you want to scream. Your fists clenched, your legs shook, and you felt your knees start to give. Toby immediately hooked an arm around your stomach, hefting you up closer to him, bending so his mouth was stationed right beside your ear. “I’ve got you baby…” He whispered through gritted teeth, “You know I’ve always got you.” His words laid over heavy and sweet like honey. You were now closer to him, you unclenched your trapped fists, fingers splaying out against his lower stomach. He let out a dark chuckle.
“I love you…” You panted in time with his thrusts, “Fuck, Toby, I love you so much!” And you did. You mean’t every fucking word of it.
“I know b-baby, I love you too…” He groaned, drawing in a sharp breath, his grip tightening around your middle in a measured effort to pull you even closer to him.
“Oh god! Oh god!” You gasped, you felt his rhythmic thrusts finally getting to you, that similar feeling starting to wind up in your core. Round and round it tangled, your walls clenched hard around Toby’s cock.
“Fuck baby, yeah, j-ah- just like that!” Toby groaned, his hips thrusting hard up into you. You felt his cock twitching as your walls clamped down around him again. A deep growl ripped through Toby’s chest, his thrusts becoming messy as he brought you closer and closer to your edge. His fingers dug into you, his thrusts getting rougher and rougher until it finally snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you, your mouth fell open, your toes curling, walls pulsing hard around him, like your body wanted him to cum inside you. “Fuck… fuck…” Toby breathed. Your body shook and his hips stuttered as he finally let himself cum, pulling you tight against him so he was seated fully inside. He let go of your wrists, still holding you tight to him, but adjusting the angle so his spent cock could fall from you.
You sucked in a deep breath. “Toby?”
“Yeah?”
“We should go mess up the bedroom so we can clean it again tomorrow."
★:*.✦Eyeless Jack ✦ .* :★
“Honey?” You called, winding down the stairs that led down to Jack’s workspace. You didn’t get an answer. You hadn’t seen or heard from him all day. That wasn’t rare, but he hadn’t even come out for dinner. Also not super rare. He had a mini fridge for when he got busy. The stairs let out on the small landing. His door was the first one. You raised your hand and knocked on the door. You heard something drop on the other side. “Jack?” You asked.
“Yeah, shit, sorry, what time is it?”
“It’s like 6:30.” You murmured, pulling the latch to and pushing open the door. Jack was sat at his desk, his hair messy and pushed back out of his eyes. His mask sitting discarded beside him. His brows were knit together and his workspace was a mess. He looked down at his hands. They were stained with ink and the tar flowed heavy from his empty sockets like it always did when he was stressed. You walked in, standing behind him looking at his desk. Tar had dripped onto and marred many sheets of what looked like the same paper. You laid your hands on his pensive shoulders, starting to massage the very apparent knots out of the thick, large muscles there. You bent into him slightly. “Go take a shower.” You said quietly, “I’ll fill out the report.”
“I can do it.” He grumbled.
“Now.”
Jack sighed and pushed back from his desk, turning to you. He towered over you. You kept your gaze evenly levelled at his slate-grey face. “Thank you.” He said, his voice soft. You graced your hand down his back as he walked past you toward his bedroom, connected through a door in the back of his workspace. You watched him go, before turning back to his desk, sitting down in his office chair and scooting up. You spread out the papers, skimming over them before pulling out a fresh piece. Jack luckily wasn’t bound by HIPAA, so you helped him out frequently when he was stressed out.
He liked to make out paperwork every time someone came to him so he could put it all in their files. It made it easier for him to keep on top of everything. And it made it easier to answer any questions Slender had. He’d been stressed recently. Jeff got pretty fucked up on a hunt last weekend so Jack had been working to patch him up. Jeff didn’t know the meaning of slowing down, so he’d tore his damn stitches TWICE in one day. Today to be exact. He’d had Jack running around all day. You knew he was almost at the end of his rope. You finished filling out the paperwork and set it aside, gathering up all the messed up copies, tossing them in the trash.
You know… he probably could use a little more stress relief… And you’d had a long day too… You’d like a little stress relief too. You stood from the chair, pushing it in, heading to his bedroom door, shutting off the lights to his workspace behind me, slipping into his room. You slipped out of your clothes leaving them in a trail on your way to his bathroom. He hated when you did that. But you loved watching him bend over to pick them all up.
You laid your hand on the door handle and paused before slowly pushing in the door. Your eyes immediately spotted him. His muscular back was pressed against the glass of the shower. His shoulders were hunched. His arm was… moving…?
Oh…
Oh…
This could be fun…
You slinked up, peering through the translucent glass, watching as the hot water landed against his chest, rolling down his abdomen. Your eyes followed the droplets, leading down… down… down until you saw it. His hand stroking steadily up and down his massive slate grey cock. The head of it was tinged ever so slightly dark purple. It looked painfully engorged… His brows were knit and he wore a pained expression from what you could see. One of your hands inched up your own body, laying against your breast, giving your nipple a gentle pinch, making it stand at attention. You raised your other hand slowly to the glass, knocking on it. Jack jumped, immediately moving to cover himself.
“Mind if I join you?” You asked. His empty sockets fixed themselves upon you.
“Fuck, you almost gave me a heart attack.” Jack muttered, chuckling. You noticed his hand pressing his cock in closer to his body so it wasn’t as noticeable.
“Need some help with that?” You hummed, pulling the shower door open, slinking in with him.
“Mmh… you don’t have to…” He whispered.
“No, please… I’d love to…” You answered, reaching out slowly to him. The two of you have sex decently often. A bit less than you’d like, but he was always so busy so you took it where you could get it.
Jack relented, uncovering himself, exposing his hard, desperate length to you. The tip glistened. Your tongue jutted out, licking your lips. You looked back up into his eyes, his brows knitting together, waiting to see what you were going to do.
Slowly, you sank to your knees, dragging your fingers down his muscular chest. Goosebumps raised along his skin as you settled on your knees. He had to crouch a bit so his cock was settled at the right height for you. You stared up at him, bracing your hands on his hips. Coarse, messy dark hairs knit together at his base. He laid one of his massive hands on the top of your head.
Butterflies welled up in your stomach. He was just so… big… Your lips slowly parted, wrapping around his tip. You ran your tongue gently over his slit before maneuvering it down to work around the underside of his ridge. His hand tangled in your hair, helping to shield your head from the relentless hammering of the water.
“Oh… god, baby…” The words tumbled from his lips in a deep, hungry growl. You pushed in further, taking in as much of him as you could, only managing to get just about an inch past his tip, giving him some gentle suction. He pulled hard on your hair, you broke apart from him, gasping, staring up at him, eyes wide. He frantically pulled his hand away, “Shit, baby, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay!” You murmured, you reached out, taking his hand, laying it back on your head, “Do it again…” You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock once more, snaking your hands down to wrap around what didn’t fit. Which was quite a bit. He gave your hair a gentle, but firm tug. Heat bloomed up from your core, your eyes fluttering closed, a hum swelling out of your chest. The vibration of your hum only made his grip tighten on your hair.
“Fuck!” He groaned, his head falling back against the shower wall. You bobbed your head steadily, keeping the suction light, working his base with your hands. You kept your movements steady. It was a fight to keep your eyes focused up at him but god you loved watching the way he melted. “Oh! Oh fuck, baby! Just like that.” His voice was a low, rumbling growl. His fingers tight in your hair, careful not to be too rough with you. His hips thrusted, only slightly, pushing up into your mouth.
You screwed up your nose at the feeling, though you didn’t really mind it all that much. You felt his cock twitch hard, his muscles going rigid as a gruff cry ripped from him. You took the moment to pull back, your eyes fluttering closed, though you wished you could have seen the look on his face as he finally came, the hot, white spurts painting your face. When he’d finished, you finally looked up at him. Jack’s mouth had fallen slack. You batted your lashes.
“God, baby…” He whispered, his hand ran gently down your face, landing on your throat. He clutched, gentle but firm, guiding you to rise to your feet. His shoulders hunched, bringing his face closer down to yours. “I fucking love you.”
You suppressed a little grin, “I love you too.”
꒷꒷꒥꒷ Jeff the Killer ꒷꒷꒥꒷
You’d gotten nothing more than a grunt from him when he came in the door, shambling off toward the bathroom. You just stood up from the couch following after him, leaning on the door facing as he stripped out of his soiled clothes. He climbed in the shower and you began gathering up the clothes like normal. Laundering them did nothing for the stains, but it got rid of the smell at least.
“Stop.” Jeff spat, you turned to him, sending a quizzical look his way. He stood, facing you through the frosted glass. The water was thundering against his back, tinged red as it landed on the shower floor. His dark hair shrouded his gaze.
“I need to get them in the wash.” That was true, before this stench took up permanent residence among the fibres.
“Come here.”
You gently put down the clothes, taking a calculated, teasing step toward him. “Why…?” You chanced. You knew you were playing with fire. You couldn’t always read his mood, but you could always read this one. And you were walking a thin line.
“You gonna make me say it?” The words dripped like venom from his lips. You didn’t answer. You just took another, shallow step closer to the dark figure taking up residence in your shower. You reached down, taking the hem of your shirt between your fingers, tugging it slowly up your body, exposing more of your tummy to him as you went. Until finally you tugged it off. Now your plain, grey cotton bra stood between your chest and the cold air of the bathroom.
Jeff pushed open the door, sending a glare in your direction before thrusting out an arm, grabbing your hand and yanking you into the shower with him. You landed hard against the cold tile wall. You’d be lucky if it didn’t bruise.
… Or maybe you’d be lucky if it did…
“You wanna play fucking games with me?” Jeff seethed through gritted teeth. He turned you in his grip, directing you under the water. The hot droplets spilled down your face, causing your makeup to run in your eyes. Your lips gaped open in an attempt to get more air as the hot water saturated your bra and the bike shorts you’d been wearing. You let out a gasping scream as Jeff’s arms locked around your middle, holding you in place. He pushed down your soaked shorts and panties. “Gimme that fucking pussy.” He growled against your ear. You just grinned. This is what you’d wanted all along, of course. “I’ve waited all fucking day for it.” Jeff’s sharp tongue was pressed up against the outer cuff of your ear. Jeff ground himself against your desperate, dripping cunt, pushing down your shorts the rest of the way until they landed against the tile. He bent you forward, gripping your hips hard, pulling you hard against him. The head of his cock pressed in invasively against your slit. He reached one hand between you, guiding his cock against your slit, drawing his hips back before pushing forward, using his thumb to guide himself tight against you, pressing hard against your clit. His cock pressed over and over against your clit. Sick pleasure bloomed in your stomach as Jeff’s fingers dug into your hip. He used the tip of his cock to give you some friction against your clit, though he’d never admit that he cared about your pleasure at all, let alone making you cum first.
Though you always did.
“Mmh… Nnhg… Please…” You mewled.
“That’s right…” Jeff teased, “Beg for it… Beg for this fucking cock.” Jeff bent forward, pushing his hand up your back before tangling it roughly in your hair. He snatched your head back until your back pressed into his chest. He situated his open mouth against your ear. You could feel his hot breath against your wet skin. “Did you hear what I said… bitch?” He snarled, jutting out his tongue, using it to explore the curvature of your ear before backing off, “I said… beg for it.”
Your mouth fell open, your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, heavy and useless to form words. Your brain was clouded with the pleasure- the pure, wicked need that was never far behind when you encountered Jeff. But, to get what you needed, you were going to have to bend to his will.
“Please…” You babbled, cocking your head back, seeing his piercing gaze set on you, a devilish grin on your lips, “I need it…” You met his eyes, “I need your cock… I need it…” Jeff had a wicked look in his eyes. “Please…” You backed yourself up against him and he held you tight.
“Yeah… that’s it…” Jeff groaned against your ear. He slipped his hand back between you. He took his cock into his hand, finally guiding it into you. Your chest swelled and you let out a sigh, content to finally be filled with him again. Behind you, Jeff let out a similar sigh. He slipped his hand up your chest, venturing under your bra to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple, hard. Until you let out a stifled cry, then he quickly let go, cupping your breast, his hands now making a measured effort to be gentler with you.
“Mmh…” You cried, feeling your legs start to give as he began pulling out and pushing back in slow. Jeff let out a dark chuckle against your skin. His massive cock felt almost as if it was splitting you in half. His calloused hands gripped you hard. You felt the brainfog cloud in again. You were positively cock-drunk.
“Yeah, you take this cock so fucking good for me.” Jeff spat, “You’re such a good little fucking whore.” He growled against your ear. You whimpered through gritted teeth as his thrusts began to pick up speed. You could feel your eyes rolling back in your head, feeling your muscles relax. Your mouth fell open and Jeff pushed his hand up to your throat. He squeezed steadily, rhythmically, not in a way that would do any real damage. And Jeff knew how to do real damage.
“Oh- oh- oh-! Fuck! Oh! My! God!” You gasped. Jeff’s thrusts punctuated each word. Your cries came out strained and desperate. Jeff knew what he did to you. He gritted his teeth, only letting out a string of curses every once in a while. He slowly bent you forward and you braced yourself against the shelf, your knuckles ached as you squeezed tight. Jeff’s fingers dug into your hips. You knew his nails were leaving marks. You felt your climax welling up in your core. You squeezed your legs together, knees turning in and buckling. “Oh god! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You breathed.
“Fucking right you are.” Jeff spat. Your walls clenched hard around him and you felt his thrusts starting to get sloppy. Finally, your orgasm spilled over, your eyes fluttering closed as you clenched around him tight. You could feel the head of his cock raking against your walls over and over, bringing you through your orgasm and out the other side, still going hard, using you as nothing more than a tool to get himself off.
“Hnngh-!” You felt as if your brain was melting. The pleasure shifted into pain. You felt touched-out, like a shivering raw nerve as Jeff brought himself closer. Finally, Jeff pushed in hard, seating himself in fully, arching his back as he came in you. He stayed there for a moment, feeling your rhythmic clenching milking the last drops of cum from him until it finally ceased. He left you feeling empty and cold, his hands retreating from your hips, stroking his cock. You slowly stood, legs shaking as you turned back to face him. He regarded you with a cold glare and a sick smile. “I love you.” You whispered.
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ANOTHER sneak peak at 'with a temper like you' because you guys really loved the first one. TW for abuse. tim wright x mom!reader ft. son!toby :,)
'Huh. This all feels oddly... domestic.
Mom is in the kitchen cooking dinner, dad is probing at the fireplace, son is watching TV on the couch. Like a family. Toby finds a pleasant, crooked grin settling into his features, making the rugged scar at the edge of his mouth twist. Tim spares a glance in the boy's direction, catches him staring off, and his brow arches inquisitively. "What'cha smilin' at, kid?" He asks, but there's no bite behind it. Only genuine curiosity. "N-nothing. Just think t-this is nice." The younger man stutters, his gaze falling to his hands where they lay in his lap. Tim is confused, evident by his eyes squinting into a silly frown. "Nice? Your show?" He looks up at the TV from where he's knelt on the ground, just as a scene of Rick biting a man's throat out plays. What a way to make him look like a psychopath.
"No, just..." Toby trails off. He isn't entirely sure how to say this. 'I like that you and your wife are my parents but not really'? No, too foward. 'It's nice when you guys are domestic and I'm involved because it makes me feel like a kid again'? Too personal. What can you even say to your coworker-turned-dad in this situation? "Y'know, I d-didn't really get this when I was a k-kid." He waves his hands around, pointing to the kicthen and the fireplace simultaneously. Tim doesn't ask again. Instead, he nods, lets his head hang low and stares at the carpet. Shit - did he say something wrong? Goddammit, he should've kept his mouth shut. Of course, his stupid brain always finds a way to ruin-
"I'm... M'glad you think that." Tim stops Toby's train of thought. There's clearly a sad undertone to the reply, like the faint, raised skin of a scar when it's healed. Before Tobias can scramble his brain for an answer, he's beat to it. "M'not good with the mushy shit. Never was," The older man starts, his gaze turning morose, "My father ain't ever done shit right. Beat my ma black an' blue, he did." He sighs before standing and walking over to the couch and plopping right next to where Toby is sat, "He ain't held back on me, either. Could'a just breathed too loud an' I'd get a nice bruise on my face." Tim searches into his jeans' pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and settling it between his lips. He doesn't bother to light it yet.
"When I got old enough, dunno - fifteen, maybe - he put his hands on my ma again. Socked him right in his jaw when he did." Finally, he pulls a lighter out from his flannel's breast pocket and lights the cigarette, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke into nothing. "Remember it like it was yesterday. Looked like a deer in headlights. Got the beatin' of a lifetime after that, but the look on his face... Worth it." he chuckles, and Toby is left speechless. Tim never spoke about his past. If someone so much as alluded to it, they'd get a stare so cold it could freeze hell over. So to have the most feared human proxy let it loose just like that feels quite akin to expecting a bad grade on a test you'd actually aced.'
And I'm not gonna lie I cried when writing this segment. Dad!Tim you are so dear to me.
I just came back from vacation, so expect some drops here and there! Love you ♡
Not a request, but I need to ask someone else, so imagine one of the creeps' SO is basically undead, and they have a like a shotgun bullet wound or something similar that doesn't heal (like on the side of their head or on their chest), which of the Creepypasta men do you think would either ask or be receptive to being asked to f-ck the wound.
Thx for listening to my degenerate thoughts :]
if they're degenerate thoughts then i guess im a degenerate cause DAMN😳🤤
i love this so much, especially since the skin around the wound would probably be sensitive. heres my thoughts:
toby would be SO into it. he always wants to be all over you, so you can definitely tell he's thought about it a few times. i think he would ask if he could, you wouldn't have to broach the subject. if you say yes he is SO excited. he just wants to be as close to you as possible
jeff would be down. this man is a FREAK and i think he would take any chance possible to degrade you. fucking your wound instead of one of your holes would be a prime chance to degrade you, he would not pass it up. however, i don't think he would ask to, i think you would need to bring it up. if you do ask, hes immediately shaming you for it. when you first ask he's responding with "are you serious? that's so disgusting", and when you tell him he doesnt have to if he doesnt want to hes telling you "no, i'm gonna do it, just need you to know how nasty you are"
ben wouldn't ask you about it, but you know he's thought about it. that man is so chronically online that you know he's seen some sort of porn about wound fucking, and immediately thought of you. if he looks too long at your wound, he starts blushing. i think if you brought it up, he would do it. he's such a simp that he would do anything you asked.
ej would not ask nor do it if you asked. as a doctor, he knows how far south certain kinks can go medically, and he doesn't want to risk hurting you.
tim wouldn't bring it up, you'd have to ask him. and it'll take a few times for him to agree. he thinks it's a weird request at first, and he doesn't want to risk hurting you. but if you assure him that it won't hurt you and you'll be okay, he's so down. he wants to be as close to you as possible, and this is just another way for him to get closer
brian would ask. i think you'd be cuddling one day and he'd graze his fingers around the wound. he'd think about it a little bit first, then ask you "you ever thought about how it'd feel to have this pretty hole fucked?" you're blushing, nodding yes with a little bit of shame when he asks if you'll let him do it.
habit is the one to bring it up, and when he does he says it in a way that sounds more like a statement than a question. "i think it would be real fun to fuck that wound". talk about a DEGENERATE. this man thinks its hotter than any other sex act, and degrades you the entire time he's doing it, especially if it brings you any sort of pleasure
What if maybe an argument happened recently leaving reader upset. So the reader gave them a punishment like no kisses for a week or something. So the texts is just the creeps begging to be forgiven or something.
