you weren’t sure when your hips had started shifting on their own.
brian wasn’t doing anything to prompt it, either. you sat comfortably on his thigh, the sleep shorts you wore bunched up slightly. you were simply basking in his presence—fresh out of the shower, sore from work—when his hand gently traced the hem of the shorts.
you shifted slightly upon his ticklish, barely there touch, and froze. brian’s lips quirked up, but he said nothing. his eyes remained on the screen, tuned to a channel that was playing the texas chainsaw massacre. you pressed your cheek to his shoulder, doing your best to ignore his featherlight caressing.
you did well for a while—at least you thought you did.
“angel,” his voice was warm, a little strained at the edges, “drivin’ me crazy over here.”
you looked up curiously, and only then did you notice the burning in your thighs. you glanced down, face heating at the sight:
a dark spot, barely visible against his pajama pants.
“i’m sorry,” you covered your face in embarrassment, moving to stand up and run away. brian caught you with ease, redirecting you back onto him. except this time, he lowered you directly onto his lap.
you felt him pressing against you, hard and wanting.
“have i been neglectin’ you, sweet thing?” he cooed, hands dragging over your thighs and landing on your hips, “bless your heart…you’re shakin’ all over…”
your breathing quickened as his fingertips barely brushed against the soaked gusset of your underwear, your sleep shorts rendered useless and pulled to the side. “take these off, hm? it’ll feel better,” he coaxed you up, just enough to help you undress your lower half.
you whimpered when your bare pussy reconnected with him. he’d shoved down his boxers and pants, allowing you to grind fully against him. you felt him slide his cock between your legs, nestling it comfortably against your soaked heat.
“i know, angel, i know,” he whispered upon your quiet sounds, “need me to fix it for you?”
you nodded swiftly, and fell into his body when he began to move you. your folds dragged along the length of him, and brian smiled upon feeling your hands dig into his skin.
“poor thing ain’t wanna tell me she was feelin’ needy,” he mused, slowing his rhythm to allow you to pace yourself. you whined when he ceased, and he grinned something wicked, “aww, can’t do it? come on, baby, try.”
brian relaxed into the sofa when you slowly dragged your body along him, bringing you in for a kiss that was all tongue and breathing. when you separated, he slid his thumb between your lips, pushing around your mixed saliva. he messily smeared it down your throat, eyes swirling with desire and utter fondness.
“atta girl,” he breathed when your pace quickened. your whines and tremors were increasing, and he knew you were close.
“am i doing good?” you asked, eyes teary and lips swollen.
brian’s never been so in love.
“the best, angel.”
you slowed suddenly, and he tilted his head curiously when you shoved him fully against the sofa. he sunk into the cushions, groaning when you lowered yourself onto him.
“don’t wanna cum yet,” you murmured shyly, “want you a little more.”
“take all you want, pretty baby,” he encouraged, hands greedily squeezing the fat of your thighs, “i’ll lay here all night.”
you smiled nervously, the twinkle of shyness and excitement making his heart flutter.
“go on.”
and when you resumed your rhythm, your lips parted as he hit deeper and deeper, brian could only smile, groan, and take it.
Pairing : Jeff the Killer x Reader, Ticci Toby x Reader, Ben Drowned x Reader, Tim Wright x Reader x Brian Thomas, Eyeless Jack x Reader, Homicidal Liu x Reader, HABIT x Reader, Nina the Killer x Reader, Clockwork x Reader
Synopsis : Even the most deprived killers wouldn't break your trust like that ; accusing the creeps of cheating.
[cw: f!reader, mentions of smoking, fluff, smut, piv, fingering, breeding kink, tim calls reader 'bunny', sweet home alabama big daddy!tim]
[words: 1.2k]
𖦤ᯤ tear you apart - she wants revenge
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"You'll call me?"
"Gimme a kiss, darling."
"I'm here if you need anything."
If there's anyone who can handle trouble, it's Tim. Growing up institutionalized gives you tough skin, go figure. His idle state is slouching against a wall, big arms folded over his chest, brows knotted low on his forehead and casting a shadow over his dark, watchful eyes. An unlit cigarette tucked between his lips in anticipation of his next fix.
He's frequently running his hands through his raven black hair (perhaps a nervous fidget), adjusting the strands so they fall neatly to one side. What he doesn't touch often are the sideburns, he thinks they look best grown out naturally with minimal trimming.
When Tim's not behind the mask and taupe bomber jacket, he wears a lot of flannels layered over a wife beater and his worn out Levi's. His leather belt with the clanky buckle and mud-coated boots look ready to be replaced.
"One way to do it, I guess"
"I might not be an expert but-"
"Have we thought about this?"
Tim likes to think he's a straightforward man, but his faith in others is easily shaken and he's quick to voice his doubts and concerns. You'll catch him with his chin to his chest, pitching the bridge of his nose in anguish at the haphazard crew of unstable outcasts.
"Christ, you guys are stupid."
Smoke breaks are frequent and Tim makes an effort to be a gentleman about it, especially around Sally, even though she's technically much older than him. He usually disappears without a word, only stopping his tracks to extend an invitation to you.
"Taking a step out, you coming?"
You hardly refuse, you love to watch his somber expression as he pulls the smoke into his lungs and blows it out through the corner of his lips. His eyebrows permanently fixed in a furrowed position, except when you fill the silence with your brain vomit.
His brows curve inward, a smile tugging at his cheek. You puzzle him sometimes, with your trivial fanatics and theoretical contemplations.
"You're strange, you know that?"
"That's why you're with me, I guess."
That one time you brought a tiny, yipping animal home to make your pet, he rolled his eyes and reached for his cigarette pack. At first, watched you tend and play with it through the thin slits of his eyelids. Tim couldn't help but grow a soft spot for the furball, he kind of saw it as an extension or reflection of you.
"Great, more responsibility that I didn't ask for."
"...Can I pick it up?"
Tim would never admit that he's a bit a of a people pleaser, but more than that, the act of service might just be his life's purpose. He's not only very physically capable, but attentive and obeys your whim even if reluctantly. Your happiness fills the gaping void in his stomach and for a moment, he'll unclench his jaw to see the satisfaction in your smile.
"You know how much I love you, darling."
"Just say the words."
"I'm still the boss around here."
The brawny man maintains his figure with a hearty, game based diet and lots of strength training. During his push up set, Tim tells you to sit on his back for "additional resistance". He just loves to hear your giggles as your body shifts up and down with him as he pushes off the ground. He's frequently giving you piggy back rides or throwing you over his shoulder.
You made a habit of leaning against a beam on the porch to watch the boys chop firewood. Tim brings the axe down onto the plank and you swoon at the way his muscles contract and expand, his breathy grunts and the glistening beads of sweat that fly off when he flips his hair.
"Liking what you see, darling?"
Occupational circumstances make date night complicated. Nevertheless, Tim tries to make them feel as normal as humanly possible. He makes sure you both clean up nice and share a meal, even if it's just a fast food and drive-in movie.
"Get dolled up for me."
"Our usual routine."
Tim is a sucker for the softness of you. Your sweet face, your plush skin, the soft brush of your hair, the tenderness of your kiss. It disarms him, weakens the walls he puts up around him. It also strikes a pang of fear in him, knowing his tendencies and the violent spiral of a life he's gotten himself into.
"Being with you makes me feel normal."
"I'm not an easy man to keep."
"So sweet on me, aren't you?"
His kiss is needy but magnetic, he takes little breaths between each moment of contact with your lips, trying to draw it out and cherish the moment longer. His big hands settle on the sides of your hips, leaving a warm sting on your skin as he's pulling you closer to his burly body.
"Let me love you, gorgeous."
"Christ, you're perfect."
God, his fingers. His hands are thick, powerfully built, and he's absolutely addicted to how soft, wet, and warm your pussy feels as he curling his fingers inside you. A cocky grin on his face as he pushes in and out of your gummy walls, making a sticky mess between your thighs and his hand.
"Tell me what you want me to do."
"I'm all yours, darling."
You hiccup, giving him appreciative nods when he uses his palm to rub your clit. He gives you sighing pecks on your face and neck as you clench and writhe in his arms.
Tim loves fucking you in every position possible, but he won't deny he loves the view when you're riding him reverse cowgirl. The bounce of your ass slapping against his stomach has him nearly drooling, his fingertips gripping your waist to grind you harder on his throbbing cock.
"Such a good bunny."
"Show me what you learned, baby."
"Use your words."
You undo him in every way, Tim loves seeing how delicate and meek you get when you're feeling good. He gives you deep, determined thrusts that have your body rippling from the impact, just so he can listen to you mewl and watch you shudder.
The bulging head of his cock swipes over your sweet spots over and over, leaving both of you a breathless, blissful trance. That's when his instincts take over his body and Tim's not even in control of how relentlessly he fucks you anymore.
"Just like that."
"Fuck yes."
"God, I love fucking you."
Tim has to finish inside you. It gets him off so hard to think about your womb full of his seed and him being your baby daddy. Can Tim realistically father a child? Fuck no. Does the thrill of danger make him lose all rationale and drive him over the edge? Well...
Then, Tim lets out a long, throaty grunt, cock pulsating inside you as he empties his hot, sticky load inside your beaten, aching pussy.
"I'm so close, gonna drain my cock inside you."
"You ready to take it?"
"Gonna give you little bunnies of your own."
While your body is still sprawled over the sheets, naked, sore, and heaving, he takes a few recharging breaths before getting back on his feet.
He'll get dressed swiftly, leaving the team to return with a glass of water, a towel, and a set of clean pajamas. Tim's hand finds the underside of your chin as you stack yourself back up slowly, pulling your face up to give you a covetous kiss.
"Tell me you love me, that's right."
🜏[regards... dedicated to my proxy twin and tim's lover @purrsonline, check out their blog or else. im no stickler about mischaracterization but i loveee canon tim so i tried to be faithful to mh tim with my creative takes.]
🜏[ruin's masterlist]
🜏[if i cannot inspire love, i will cause fear
- mary shelley]
im thinking so hard about southern/midwest evan myers. its just the way he dresses BUT I MEAN.......i know he's from new jersey but that wont stop me from picturing me on his lap as he forces me to shoot a rabbit, sitting on the porch of his grandpa's old cabin in the middle of buttfuck nowhere listening to his divorced dad rock music on a blown out radio
LIKE HE'S PUTTING SPELLS ON ME HOLY SHIT. STOP BRO STOP
warnings : habit, fem reader, breathing restriction ig, squirt, creampie, spit play
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HABIT held onto both sides of your upperarm, using it to keep his cock inside of your cunt.
He moved his left arm from yours, bringing his forearm to wrap around your neck, moving his right arm to put his fingers in your mouth. Trying to keep your mouth open so he can hear the sound of your sweet moans.
Pressing his forearm onto your throat, bringing your head back, the top of your head on his chest.
"You like this baby?" HABIT asked sarcastically, watching as your saliva that covered his fingers drip down onto the bed. Laughing at your inability to answer the question.
You moan as the loss of his fingers in your mouth as he takes out, bring his hand down to rub your clit. Whimpering at the stimulation of his cock and his fingers.
HABIT slaps your clit a couple times, then bringing his free hand to your mouth. Telling you to spit in his hand, rubbing your saliva all over your face, ruining your makeup.
He looks down at his cock disappearing into your pussy, seeing the white ring you're leaving on his cock.
Cumming inside your pussy just at the sight of it. Bringing his free hand down to your clit, rubbing it as he steadily fucks his seed in you.
Squirting on his cock at the feeling. HABIT laughs, "Wanna do that again?"
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There's so much spit play in my fics recently but i can't help it i love it sm💔
I think another cool scenario to think or write about would be semi-human Habit with a bunny semi-human reader, where we would have bunny ears n a tail?? Like omg he'd be 100% more annoying loll xd just with the fact that now he has more to grab and poke at
── .✦ 🦴 | A/N: I got a little carried away, I threw this together in a few hours because I got so inspired lol. It started incessantly rattling in my head shddjsksi. I wanna write a fic about this but I really need to finish up some older requests, I feel bad for taking so long on them. TwT
── .✦ 🦴 | Tags/Warnings: HABIT x Reader, Mentions of Threats, & NSFW headcanons.
[|✧ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ✧|]
── .✦ 🐇 | Think Habit is annoying now? Get ready for him to be 100 times worse and absolutely insufferable.
── .✦ 🐇 | He will dig you out from under blankets, pillows, and out of whatever nest you’ve built for yourself whenever he wants to talk to you. You will have zero alone time. He says bunnies are supposed to be social creatures anyway.
── .✦ 🐇 | Oddly obsessed with your pawed feet, if you bounce them up and down or have your feet in the air, he’ll grab them and squish at your paw pads. On the same note, he does things deliberately to make you mad, just to see you thump your feet against the ground in agitation.
── .✦ 🐇 | He boops your nose when you’re frustrated, outright laughs at you whenever your nose twitches in agitation, finds it even funnier when it pisses you off more.
── .✦ 🐇 | He knows you can’t stomach meat, but he won’t stop cooking it either. Every so often, he’ll try to feed it to you, even when you whine at him and scrunch your nose. He’ll eat rabbit meat around you with no shame at all.
── .✦ 🐇 | His hunting instincts were bad already, but they are definitely worse when you resemble something so edible to him. He threatens to eat you alive every other day, and you can never quite tell when he’s joking or not.
── .✦ 🐇 | He gets a certain type of cuteness aggression where he nips at you and squeezes the crap out of you and may or may not take a chunk out of you. It’s a weird mix of hunting instinct and his particular liking for you.
── .✦ 🐇 | He finds you even easier to read than most people, with your ears and animalistic behaviors, he finds himself being able to predict your actions and moods easily.
── .✦ 🐇 | Habit’s nest becomes your nest whenever he decides to trust you enough to give you free roam of his bedroom. He thinks it’s cute when you bunch up his blankets, pillows, and clothes, or when you try to make his mess of a curtained bed neater. He takes it surprisingly seriously if the nest stresses you out; he tidies it. If you like a messy nest, he brings back more random shit to add to it.
── .✦ 🐇 | If you’re a nervous bunny, it’s about 50/50 whether or not he helps it or makes it worse on any given basis. On one hand, he’ll chase you, grab you, use your paws and ears as a stress toy, and stress you tf out. On the other hand, he’ll make you feel mostly protected and safe from other people, just not from him.
── .✦ 🐇 | If you’re the type of nervous bunny to hide from him, he won’t take it well at all. He’ll drag you out from whatever hiding spot you’re in, even out of your nest if he has to. He might even treat it like a game to find you. He thinks you’re better off just hiding in his arms if you’re that nervous or scared.
── .✦ 🐇 | Takes advantage of being able to grab you and squeeze you tightly enough to get you to freeze out of instinct. It gives a little bit of peace of mind that he can catch you, and you’ll barely fight back.
── .✦ 🐇 | He listens to your heartbeat a lot, he knows your instincts are always screaming at you to run from him, and it reflects in the way your heart stutters when he holds you tight and how your pawed feet twitch like you're ready to bolt.
── .✦ 🐇 | The size difference is a bit jarring; you’re either about half his height or at least a foot or two shorter than him (for once in the life of his semi-human form). He doesn’t mind the size difference, but having to put step stools around and things to accommodate your size either annoys him or amuses him.
── .✦ 🐇 | If you have any small patches of fur on your body, he can’t help but pet them absentmindedly when he’s holding you. Or if you have fur on the back of your neck, for example, he’ll grab at it to get your attention instead of grabbing at your ears or tail.
── .✦ 🐇 | He goes hunting a lot more often now. If you ask him about it, he just gives you a vague response about being ‘pent up’. But it doesn’t escape your notice that he targets more and more bunny hybrids now.
── .✦ 🐇 | Doesn’t mind you chinning him or nudging and nuzzling him to spread your scent on him and his clothes. He doesn’t mind your scent and finds an odd amount of comfort in it.
── .✦ 🐇 | Will let you nibble at his fingers or arms, but get ready for him to nip at your ears and paws in return.
── .✦ 🐇 | He can’t keep his hands off your ears. If your ears are sensitive, he takes the time to rub them, nip at them, and squeeze them, just to see you needy and flushed red for him.
── .✦ 🐇 | He pokes fun at the way you nibble at your food or act peckish. But he’ll indulge your need for snack stashes in odd places; he makes sure you have an assortment of snacks in your nest. The fewer reasons you have to leave it, the better for him.
── .✦ 🐇 | He acts annoyed, but he’ll let you groom him if you absolutely want to. The extent of it would probably be letting you brush out his hair and file down his claws a bit, though, not much else.
── .✦ 🐇 | Threatens to put you in a bunny cage or a kennel in his bedroom if he’s annoyed. He hasn’t done it yet, but you wouldn’t put it past him to try it.
── .✦ 🐇 | If you ever flop over around him, he’ll pet your sides and belly. He sort of equates it to the same reason that a dog might roll over and treats it the same way, as a sign of submission and a desire for affection.
[|✧ 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ✧|]
── .✦ 🐇 | Grabs your bunny ears when you give him head and uses them as handlebars to thrust deeper down your throat. Alternatively, he’ll grab them in one hand and tug on them when he’s fucking you from behind to get you to arch your back for him.
── .✦ 🐇 | Thinks it’s funny when you start to circle him a bunch, do it too much, and he’ll pick you up and bend you over or pin you to the nearest surface available. Or he’ll simply pick you up and spin you around in his arms until you’re dizzy, then toss you and pin you against a couch or mattress.
── .✦ 🐇 | Bite him out of instinct and he’ll take it as invitation to bite back ten times as hard to even the playing field.
── .✦ 🐇 | Definitely takes advantage of your high libido. But that doesn’t stop him from slightly shaming you and teasing you for it. If you get needy, he’ll edge you until you’re a sobbing mess.
── .✦ 🐇 | Speaking of the size difference again, it’s downright pornographic, even if you aren’t the smallest bunny hybrid ever, the size difference is still significant. If the stretch was bad before, it’s downright painful now, and now he’s pretty much forced to go slower with you and give you time to adjust; he doesn’t want to break you or tear you up too badly before he can have his fun again.
── .✦ 🐇 | If he’s fucking you from behind, he might pinch at your tail or toy with it between his fingers. He likes to watch how your tail twitches or flicks rapidly in response to him pumping his cock in and out of you.
── .✦ 🐇 | He enjoys being with someone who can finally match his stamina. You can’t fully keep up, but you can keep up better than the average human. He can take you for a few more rounds and maybe even get a little worn out himself, or get to a point that he gets bored enough to quit and move on to something else.
── .✦ 🐇 | Any sort of squirming or wriggling from you turns him on, it sets off yet another hunting instinct in him, and makes him keen on pinning you down underneath him or caging you in with his spider pincers or claws.
── .✦ thank you for reading! all comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated. ✦ .ᐟ
Summary: From the first moment he laid his eyes on you at the fairgrounds, Jack knew he needed you. So going about it the only way he knew how, he began to give you dreams of him, preparing you for the night he would eventually take you himself.
Characters: Laughing Jack x Female Reader
SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI
TW: Obsession, stalking, somnophilia, non-con, clawing, biting, size difference, vaginal, creampie, cunnilingus, desperation, Jack doesn’t take no for an answer, dream manipulation, kidnapping, begging, Jack is very talkative
Words: 5.2k
A/N: Did I make LJ a yandere accidentally? Yes. Just roll with it lol
To him, he had never seen something more beautiful.
Flashing lights danced across your face, hair whipping as you skipped to the nearest ticket booth with your friends. Loud giggles echoed to his ears, making his painted lips curl into a blushing smile as he watched you become antsy with excitement.
Jack had been rummaging around these fairgrounds for a couple of days, scoping out potential victims coming in to enjoy the seasonal summer event, lurking behind food stalls and blending into the crowd. He was good at that: staying hidden until he wanted to be seen, practically going invisible until the time was right. Humans had such a hard time with noticing things, noticing him, so even standing amongst them, their eyes never glanced at his towering self. It just made it easier to slip kids away from their occupied families, dragging them away with the promise of a game or a prize to be won, only to become giddy with the panic that ensued afterwards, mothers and fathers losing their grip as they scoured for their already deceased child. The clown was here for the fifth night this week, the summer breeze ruffling his feathered costume as he scanned a large group of elementary schoolers rushing towards a ferris wheel, picking his target out of the litter and moving in.
Until he spotted you, elbows wrapped tight around another girl’s right behind the kids, eyes wide as you picked out which rides you wanted to try first. A couple more friends filed in behind you, obnoxiously loud as they tried to impress you, daring each other to try the more frightening ones. Jack grit his teeth, jagged pearls clenching as he rolls his eyes, scoffing at the irritable sound of desperation. Your group pushed passed him, not a single eye batting in his direction as he tried to press through you all, distance gaining between him and the small group of children making their way to another set of rides. He looked down, making sure to avoid bumping any of you as even the tallest of your friends barely reached his chest, his size overbearing as he brushed past you, barely catching your eyes as you stopped.
Jack hesitated, feet planted into the ground as he turned over his shoulder, stunned as your eyes locked with his. At first, he wasn’t sure if you were just looking through him, neck craned in some odd position at something behind his head. But as you smiled awkwardly, nodding your head as a silent hello, Jack froze, eyes wide. You could see him. Before it became awkward, Jack nodded back, watching as you turned back and continued with your friends, all of them completely unaware of the exchange that just took place. There was no fear in your gaze as you glanced back again, smiling sweetly before friends pushed you towards the ticket booth and out of the clown’s sight.
He stood stunned, not knowing what to do but knowing he couldn’t let you slip, couldn’t let you out of his sight. It had felt like ages since someone had noticed him, actually noticed him. He had always chosen when he wanted attention, letting his appearance become visible to onlookers who otherwise wouldn’t have felt his presence at all, giving them a jump of fear at his arrival. But you saw him anyway, despite his invisibility, despite his ability to blend. For some reason, you weren’t afraid of his chilling appearance, brushing him off as another circus carnie and being more polite to him than anyone ever cared. Over the last several years, it had been nothing but screams and pleas, all music to his ears, of course, but some desperate tug on his nonexistent heart jumped at the civility you showed him. He needed more.
Pressing into the shadows of a taller fair ride, Jack watched you closely, the corners of his mouth jumping to a smile every time yours did. The group of kids he was after was long forgotten, intentions focused on following you towards the merry-go-round that sat in the center of the fairgrounds. He quickly followed, slipping through the unattended gates easily and hopping on the ride with you, seated on a plastic horse several rows back. As the ride started up, happy music played loudly as you giggled and slowly teetered up and down, joking with your friends. Your hair danced beautifully in the wind, bright lights and colorful tones dancing in your eyes and across your cheeks, a way that only really Jack could appreciate.
There was no clear reason as to why you were able to see him when others couldn’t, pushing past his invisibility and meeting his gaze, but he didn’t care. For the rest of the ride and the rest of your time on the grounds, Jack made sure not to catch your attention again, watching you carefully how you interacted, your sweetheart personality pulling him ever-near. He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t focus anywhere else as he watched your group grow tired and begin to head towards the exit, a boy’s arm falling lazily over your shoulders and tugging you into his truck.
Jack didn’t care as he left groups of potential victims behind, silently following you into the parking lot and hiding in the dark spots that even you couldn’t see him. He didn’t care as he followed you home, abandoning all instincts and mind becoming fogged as he watched you crawl into bed from your window, heart skipping as you curled in. You would be his. You had to be. You didn’t have a choice.
-
You had been unnerved for weeks.
It wasn’t anything serious. No traumatic experience or humiliating incident that kept you up into the late hours of the night, like most girls your age would’ve been. Maybe having to worry about what clothes you were going to wear the next day or who liked you at work would’ve been a much better thing to stay up and think about. No, it was something much more unenjoyable.
These dreams, wild and constant, happen every night at the same time. They would all start the same, you climbing into bed comfortably and snuggling in after a long day, desperate for a relaxing slumber. But then you would doze, senses leaving you in the darkness of your room, almost on the verge of slipping… and then you would hear it. The quiet, subtle echo of carnival music, almost like a music box was winding near your bed. You knew you were asleep, consciousness floating in that weird in-between, but you were somehow still fully aware, still active in your brain even though your body wasn’t. The first time it had happened, you were afraid, and confused if you were experiencing some weird lucid dream or having a seizure, but then it happened again the next night and the next.
After the music wound for what felt like forever, the same merry tune looping in your head, you would eventually see it, the tall figure. He would stay back in the haziness of your mind, in the shadows your brain couldn’t see, but you already knew who it was.
The clown from the fair, smiling sweetly at you, stark-white face contrasted against the darkness of your dream. He was tall, like had to bend halfway down to reach your eye level tall, his limbs lengthy in comparison. He wore the same costume he did the first night you saw him, black and white striped and decorated with a feathered collar, like a sad recreation of a children’s entertainment piece. You didn’t know why you were seeing him, or why your brain was so focused on him, but it wasn’t like you could do anything to stop it.
The first couple of times, he just stayed at a distance, watching silently as you questioned him, trying to press towards him until you were abruptly awoken and left confused. Eventually, he started getting closer, refusing to speak but at least coming into clear focus, letting you see his painted face and chilling demeanor up close. But the more you talked, the more you questioned why he was here and why you were seeing him, the more eager he got.
The dreams started getting longer, more intense on your physical as you slept, constantly waking covered in sweat. The clown's hands began to roam, your body immovable against his curious claws as he rubbed and poked you all over, smiling at the reactions that came. They were sweet at first, tucking your hair behind your ear or caressing your small hands, but they soon became feisty. The touches grew to rubs, pressing his arms around your smaller body and pushing against your skin, gripping at your clothes and tugging them away, claws so realistically scratching against your warmth. With each dream, the intensity grew, your body waking up in a horny panic to settle itself out, panting against your pillow and trying to recollect yourself. It was boggling, so confused and pent up that you couldn’t do anything but fall right back to sleep, starting the cycle all over again.
Jack watched through every night. He perched in the corner of your room, lips curling to a smile with every flinch and tug of your body as he manipulated your dreams, making you see and feel what he wanted you to. He never let you see him, disappearing into the night whenever you would wake, but always arriving the next night to watch you again. It was his favorite, the little noises that squirmed from your lips when he would press his claws between your legs in your dream, making your thighs press together on your bed. He loved it, he loved you. But, he was becoming impatient, not satisfied with just having you in your mind anymore. He had coaxed you enough, driving you to expect him now, mind already conditioned to his looks and his touch; you would be familiar now. Your body would accept him now, even if your mind didn’t.
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Pressed in the same corner as always, he was twisting your latest dream, giving you the wonderful experience of him licking against your neck, rubbing you through your panties as you wined and thrashed on your bed. Jack snickered, long arms crossed and claws digging into his clothes as he watched, licking his spikey teeth as you arched your back.
He had decided tonight would be it, the first time you would see him outside of your slumber. Regardless if you were ready or not, he was, and he didn’t know if he could wait much longer to get his claws around you. The clown spent the better part of the day watching you, thinking about you, obsessing over your sickly sweet self. You were perfect, a complete contrast to him, but fitting his needs perfectly.
When you suddenly rolled to your side, curling into yourself as you panted, cheeks flushed and dark as you whined, Jack’s attention came back. The darkness of your room was lit nicely by a small nightlight, the little sun and moon design shooting pastel colors across your warm skin and making you look so lovely, enough to make the clown press off the wall.
Your bed was small, definitely going to be barely enough for the two of you as he kneeled onto your mattress, dipping the weight and making you shift, whining from your dream. “Hi, pretty.” Jack cooed softly, brushing your hair out of your flushed face and leaning down towards you, breathing in your lovely smell. He loved everything about you, every small detail that no human would ever notice, only his unnatural abilities could pick up on. You needed him, he could smell it, feel it. Pressing his body down onto the mattress, he curled around you, spooning you against him as he wrapped his arms around your small waist, tugging you closer. You immediately relaxed against him, back arching to accommodate his large stature and legs tangling with his long ones, breathing deep as he snuggled behind. The clown’s claws danced on your skin, tugging at your clothes and brushing against your hair, smiling as he placed small kisses against your tired face. You melted into him, mind completely unaware as he still mixed in your dreams, contorting your senses to automatically crave him.
“So small… smells good…” He mumbled against the shell of your ear, a subconscious gasp slipping as goosebumps rose. Jack kissed against your neck, minding his long nose and nibbling against your skin, slowly fading your dream out and substituting it for real life. You whined, hands gripping onto his wandering arms and tugging at them, snoring lightly. Small mumbles fell from your mouth, little confused jabbers and sleepy questions that he couldn’t quite hear, but pressed his lips to the shell of your ear anyway. “Jack.” He whispered, kissing against your neck as your browns knitted, sleep heavy on your brain. “Jack…” You mumbled back halfway through a sigh, pressing your neck against his mouth, mindlessly feeding into the clown’s growing arousal. “Jack…” You whispered again, beginning to numbly repeat the name and let it settle in your mind, Jack’s excitement bouncing at the delicious way you said it. As you continued, he began to push your shirt up, palming at your tits and tugging the fabric over your head, letting the goosebumps rise as he ran his claws down. “Pretty girl.” He smiled, nibbling against your bare shoulder.
The clown’s cock was throbbing now, nestled comfortably against your ass as he began to slowly rut against you, long tongue lapping at your warm skin. He drew a claw up, wrapping it around your tiny throat and squeezing slightly, grinning at the sigh that he pushed out as he pressed his hips against your flesh. His cock slotted perfectly between your clothed asscheeks, hips jerking and stuttering as he chased his arousal, holding your hips still as he moved. Draped slightly over you, he pinned you in place, the sheer weight of the clown securing your hips as he moaned into your ear, panting his approval as he humped against you. Your body subconsciously pressed back against him, back arching to get a better angle of his clothed cock against you, letting his claw mindlessly rouse you from your deep sleep and slowly into consciousness. He felt you stir, wrapping a claw around your jaw and turning your head, watching as your eyes slowly fluttered open. He pressed his lips to yours, tugging your cheek and shoving your lips against his, forcing a desperate makeout that your tired brain couldn’t comprehend yet. Jack panted and groaned into your open mouth, lips occasionally catching but he was too focused on rutting his hips, grinding his clothed cock against your ass as you shifted, straining against his rough grasp.
“Jack…” You sighed again, the name repeating like a quiet mantra as your tired brain tried to figure out what was happening, hips instinctively leaning into it because you felt so good despite being so dazed out. “Jack..?” You began to question, hands pressing against his claw snagged onto your hip, cheeks squished together as the clown kissed against the corner of your lips, panting against the skin. Jack dug his heels into your sheets, long limbs contorting to fit around you as you began to squirm, trying to press out of his grasp now, trying to understand what was happening. “Lay still, pretty girl…” He hissed, tip catching on the band of your panties, tugging them up as he rutted, nails digging into your soft skin. You whined, pushing on the sheets and trying to turn around, trying to see who was behind you, but the clown held you still, beginning to guide your hips with his.
It helped that you were already aroused from your dream, body already hot and bothered and easily coaxed into his movement, taking little persuasion for you to open your legs and let his cockhead nudge against your clothed entrance. You mewled, hissing against his teeth nibbling into your skin, little welts appearing across your shoulder. “Feel how hard you make me… Can’t wait to be inside… Can’t wait…” Jack was huffing, burying himself into the crook of your neck as he pushed his hard cock against you, practically forcing your panties into your entrance as he nudged at your hole, trying to make himself inside despite his slacks covering him. He throbbed, claws desperate and tongue curling against your neck, lapping at your sweat and scent of excitement. You didn’t have to look anymore, didn’t have to guess as the ruffles of his collar pressed against the back of your head, long limbs swallowing you, dreams had revealed enough for you to know, enough for you to grind down against him. How he was here, how he had gotten into your bed, how he even knew where you lived, you were too tired to guess, too tired to do anything but let his claws guide you under him, his body sliding down yours. This dream was more intense than the others, it felt real, you tried to convince yourself you were still asleep, still dozing alone in your bed during this wet dream.
But as claws slipped into your panties and desperately tugged off of your soaked cunt, pulling them off of your ankles, you began to question. Jack’s large claw snagged around both of your ankles, holding them in the air as he kneeled, sliding his suspender straps off of his shoulders. You watched through sleepy eyes, eyelashes fluttering as he let the straps fall at his hips, unbuttoning his slacks and tugging them down, letting his angry cock slip out, balls tugged out and laid heavy between his legs. You gasped, whining as he kneeled closer, prying your legs apart and grinning at your sopping pussy. “Gonna eat you out, pretty girl. Gonna make that pussy cum, m’kay?” He chuckled, bright eyes roaming your tiny body compared to his, laying down on his chest as he wrapped his long arms around your thighs, dragging you closer.
You squirmed and whined, letting your hands run down your body and to his wild dark hair, snagging in the mess and tugging his face closer, letting your thighs press open. You had no fear, blissfully unaware of how real this situation was as Jack licked your folds open, long tongue twirling and flicking against your lips. He groaned, kissing against your soaked arousal before pressing his tongue in, nudging the muscle into your entrance and letting your back tug off the bed, curling your hips down onto his tongue as you moaned. Jack was so into it, so focused on pushing his tongue as deep as he could that he could hear you begin to panic, tugging his hair back as you realized that tongue was far longer than you anticipated. It jolted you out of your tired haze, the sensation of your walls stretching around the clown’s large tongue made you keenly aware of just how little this felt like a dream anymore, how real this all seemed. Jack just continued, curling and twisting his tongue along your plush walls, wanting only to soak in your lovely taste and get you ready for him, what he knew you needed.
You began to jabber your sobs, mumbling against your moans and whining for Jack to stop, hips twitching against the overwhelming feeling. You could hardly breathe, every press of his tongue against your g-spot making you suck in a ragged breath and cry out, gasping for relief. Jack began to thrust his cock into the bed below, rutting against the soft sheets as he became so turned on by your noises, bright eyes clenched shut as he worked. He whined into your cunt, sloppy and messy movements pushing slobber and arousal against his chin, smearing it along your thighs and cheeks, Jack losing himself in your taste. “So tasty…” He babbled against your folds, sucking your lips as he gushed into your cunt, cock whining to be buried inside and stretching you open. You were clawing at the sheets, pushing against his head as you pleaded for him to stop, overstimulation rushing over you as you stuttered, clit pulsing as your thighs shook, begging to close. Jack wouldn’t listen, he could barely even hear you over the roar in his ears, his primal urge to stuff you ruling out any remorse he felt for your aching pussy.
Despite your pleas, you were cumming quickly against his tongue. Walls clenching and hips spasming around the girth of his tongue, clenching down tight as your arousal soaked in. Jack whined, moaning loud into your folds as he sucked and lapped at your juices, claws dug tight into your thighs as he moved his head with your flinching hips, refusing to let up until he tasted every drop. You cried, sobbing into your hands as he held you still, breath heavy and chest panting as you rode your high, overstimulation pinching at your senses. Jack had rutted a wet spot into your sheets, cock leaking profusely as he lifted off, sliding his soaked tongue out of your dripping cunt and grinning, panting against your thighs.
You could barely look through hooded eyes at the mess he had made, white face paint smeared across your thighs and folds, sweat and arousal smearing the paint against your skin. It was enough to make Jack cum, his cock twitching hard in the air as he sat back, admiring his paint all over you. You whined, pushing against his claws wrapped around your thighs as he tugged them open again, positioning his hips against yours.
He nestled his cock against your cunt, gripping the length and slapping it down against your clit and making you jump, sensitivity pulsing through you. “No… please…” You whined, trying to clench your thighs together but he held your ankles easily, holding them arm's length apart. “Why are you this turned on if you don’t want it, pretty girl?” He mused, dropping one of your ankles to line his tip with your entrance, the girth much bigger than any cock you had taken before and making your skin chill as he began to push. You frantically clawed at the sheets, trying to push away from the clown. “It won’t fit.” You whined, pushing your hands to cover your aching cunt as Jack laughed, abandoning your legs to wrap a claw around your wrists, pining them above your head as he repositioned, nudging himself in. “You’ll learn to take it…” He chuckled, using his free hand to hold your soft hips down as he pushed in, the tip popping in against the wetness and warmth of your cunt. It probably wouldn’t fit as comfortably as you wanted it to, but when your tightness began to squeeze around Jack’s already-about-to-cum cock, he didn’t mind hearing your desperation if it meant he got to feel you.
“You were made for me, lovely.” Jack hissed against your ear as he lay on top of you, slowly guiding your hips down as he pushed in, stretching your cunt impossibly wide as you cried, sobbing into the lips that began to press against yours. This wasn’t a dream, not anymore, you realized. A claw held down your wrists above your head, the other sliding under your knee to push your leg back, opening your entrance wider to give the clown a better angle. He moaned loudly, laughing through whines as he began to shallowly thrust, the first couple inches pushing in and out of your cunt as you sobbed, straining against him. “That’s it. Let me in, let me fuck you like you need to be…” He smiled, lazy laughs and heavy groans filling your open mouth as he sucked on your lips, nibbling his teeth into your jaw. With every thrust he aimed to go deeper, to push his cock in further than the last one.
It was devastating for your cunt, the poor sensitive thing struggling to balance out the pleasure and pain that was wrecking you as you arched, trying to open up more. “Can you feel me inside? Do you even know how good you feel?” Jack laughed, moving to bite down against your neck, hissing as he licked against the wound, kissing down your shoulder. He was getting deeper down, cunt relaxing the longer he thrust, walls fluttering around the desperate length that begged to bottom out, getting ever closer. It was so deep you felt like you couldn’t breathe right, gut flinching and contorting with every press against your sensitive gut.
Loud skin slapping echoed as Jack’s cock began to press against the deepest part of your cunt, nudging against your womb and fucking you open quickly. His balls slapped your ass, the heavy mounds smacking down as he leaned back, letting go of your wrists to cup his hands under your knees, pushing them back as you began to paw at his chest. “Mngonna fuck you so full… Milking me like you need it.” He panted between thrusts, tugging his hips out as far as he could before pushing back into your gushing cunt, loud squelches and soaked folds coating his length. He was close, bright eyes rolling softly as you gripped his ruffled collar, tugging against it as he snapped his hips, moaning against your skin. “You were made for me, pretty girl. Need to cum… Mngonna cum and show how good it feels in you…” He smiled, blubbering against his swollen lips as he pressed his lips with yours, whining into your mouth as he spilt.
His cum was hot and thick, pumping into your ruined cunt desperately like he truly needed you full, big with his seed. He groaned loud, eyes clenched shut as he thrust through his orgasm, milking his cock of all it was worth inside of you, twitching deep into your warmth. “That’s it… So good… Knew it would be…” He hissed, clawing into the underside of your thighs as he raised off of you, licking a stripe across your cheek and nibbling the flesh before leaning back.
You waited for him to pull out, to let his thick cum spill against your sheets, but he didn’t. He only turned you onto your side, leaving his still-hard cock nestled in your cunt as he tugged your right leg onto his shoulder, relaxing back against you. You watched through heavy, panicked eyes, clawing at your pillow as he began to thrust again, sensitive cunt screaming at you as his nudged his cum back in. You immediately began to kick your legs, pushing him away as he just pressed deeper, claw wrapping around your thigh as he wrapped around the other, tugging your body to his with every thrust. Tears spilt, the air from your lungs gasping out as Jack cried out, clenching his sharp teeth as he watched you come undone again, relishing in the way you stared back at him, eyes pleading. “Don’t close your eyes yet, pretty girl… Just one more, I need it, just one… You can take it, I know you can, yeah?” Through every thrust, he chanted some desperate coax, your answering whines and sobs combatted against your cunt that fluttered against his words, fucking his cum deeper into you. Even though your mind refused, Jack had conditioned you, preparing you for him. Even if you didn’t know it, your body wanted him, beckoned for him, needed him. He couldn’t let you down.
Pushing his chest down, he bent your leg on his shoulder, pushing it down and opening your cunt wider, shoving his hips so deep even he gasped against the tightness. “Jack-” You cried, palming against his claws and scratching at his shirt, trying to ground yourself as your body racked under his tugs, bones going limp under him. You were so tired, so delusionally overstimulated you couldn’t physically resist, only your unheard begs falsely wishing for relief, but you knew better, knew that every time your cunt strained around the girth it was a heavenly feeling. “What, pretty? C’mon, talk.” Jack whined, kissing against your calf and nibbling at the skin, turning you onto your back to tug your other leg up onto his opposite shoulder, pushing them both back. With every thrust of his hips, his cum leaked out of your entrance, pooling between your cheeks and mixing with your arousal.
You cried at the deepness, every slap of his hips pushing his cock against your g-spot, nails clawing against his shoulders as his claws rested on your tits, massaging the mounds as he thrust. “So big… Deep…” You gasped out, arching into the feeling as your stomach coiled, your orgasm teetering at the edge. Jack grinned, jagged teeth shining against your nightlight as he continued, spreading his knees to get a better push, skin slapping loud enough to echo against the small room. “Can you cum again, lovely? Cum for me?” You nodded, running your hands into his messy hair and holding stable, tugging as he grinned, speeding his thrusts to a nauseating pace.
You were cumming around his cock hard, hips jerking and slamming against his as you writhed, eyes rolling back as your cunt swallowed him deeper. “Just like that…” Jack mewled, letting his own thrusts become lazy as he grit, whining against the tightness of your cumming walls. The clown was quick to follow, spilling yet again deep inside, fucking his orgasm into you as he refused to stop, pushing your senses into overload as you sobbed, tears running down your cheeks. Jack let your ankles slip off of his shoulders, pressing his chest down against yours as he licked into your mouth, pressing his lips down as you milked his cock dry, tugging the last of his orgasm through with your own.
You both panted heavily, desperate touches continuing against each other’s skin as you both made out, lying the afterglow of your mutual ecstasy. “So pretty… my pretty girl… mine.” Jack slipped between kisses, letting his cum leak as he slowly pulled out, popping the tip of his cock out of your tight rim. You whined, letting his claws feel your soft skin as he tugged you against him, letting your eyes flutter closed as you felt his cum spill onto the sheets below.
Sleep overtook you, the early hours of the morning tugging at your sore bones as you relished in the feeling of no more perverted dreams keeping you stirred. But when your bed lay empty the next morning, sheets askew and cum stained into the fabric, your friends would have no clue where you went. They would have no clue whose arms you were draped in, carried closely through the woods and out of sight and reach of anyone who wanted you. You were special, different from the mindless humans he preyed upon, you were his. He had claimed you fair and square.
No one wanted you as Jack did. And no one would ever get the chance to again.
