i love how you write the creeps whatttttt >o<.. also i LOVE the friends with benefits idea ????11?1??1!1?1?1
if requests are open, could we have..if you’re up for it…maybe a scenario where reader and the creeps (x virus + bp if you could include them pls) are enemies / they hate each others guts, and one night they both get realllyyy drunk/high and hook up?
- 🎨🧪 (if this anon isn’t taken)
YAYYAY thank you so much <33 ofc requests are open for now since I just started this blog, thank you sm for requesting anon !!
ᦏ♡᪔ INTOXICATE ME, NOW .
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ sypnosis : you hated their guts. but not that much not to slip in bed with them. good thing you can blame it on substances, right?
warnings !! ; MDNI. not proofread. nsfw / smut. fem! reader intended in most of these ( esp for clockwork and maybe bp ). alcohol, weed and pills usage, swearing. fingering, degradation, blowjobs, condescending praise, edging, orgasm denial, hair pulling, dry humping, mirror sex, gloves staying on ( helen ), breast play and that's all I think?
characters @ ticci toby, clockwork, x-virus, bloody painter.
author's note ; sorry if this is pretty short but I feel like I would've taken centuries if I made this single scenario longer for each creep. ( so let me know if you guys want more for one specifically ). clockwork's pretty long though 'cause I started drooling over her mid draft lol. lowercase intended, probably slightly ooc creeps since I just got back into the fandom.
TOBIAS E. ROGERS ┈─ ꣑୧
after a particularly tiring mission with the other proxies, you and toby found yourselves relaxing by indulging in a little stash of weed, stolen from jeff's room. it had been accidental, really. you’d only been sneaking into jeff’s room because you were curious, but toby had caught you red-handed on your way out. and since the last thing you needed was him running his stupid mouth, you made the only reasonable choice.
what you didn't expect though, was that you'd end up all over him. specifically, straddling his lap. and fuck if this guy wasn't whiny. you couldn't tell if he was normally like this or it was just the drug affecting him.
despite both of you being fully clothed, the bulge poking through his jeans was enough for you to start grinding over him. toby didn't mind. if anything, he was going crazy over it.
"sh-shit, you're dripping,"
his hands held you tight, stopping himself shaking from pure excitement. he moved your hips forward and back furiously, as if he couldn't get enough of it. a gasp left your lips, your own hands gripping his shoulders.
"no, I'm fucking not?" you answered, eyes blinking lazily down at him. of course, it was your pride talking, because you could definitely feel heat pooling between your legs at his touch.
toby chuckled into your ear, stopping to nibble on your earlobe. "l-liar." to prove his point, he reached with his thumb to rub you over your pants. "you're pretty wet for s-someone you hate so much."
you sighed in pleasure, legs squeezing around his hand, and reluctantly starting to hump it. "rogers..,"
that moan made something in toby react, since he suddenly buried his face into the crook of his neck."f-fuuckk, so soft. i'm c-c-coming." he whimpered against your skin, thrusting his hips up. "fuck."
thank god he had caught you earlier. because from now on, you could proudly say you made ticci toby cream in his pants without actually touching him. watching him struggle to pretend otherwise will be worth the hassle.
NATALIE OUELLETTE ┈─ ꣑୧
natalie's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly as she watched you fumble with the beer bottle in your hands. you were clearly out of it, and so was she, but the need to smack your face still pulsed through her veins. being the only two girls on the current mission, the other creeps thought that it would've been fine for the two of you to share a motel room. of course, that was the stupidest shit they could've pulled. just having to breath the same air as you made clockwork uneasy.
...and undoubtedly turned on. you were beautiful, frustratingly so. and she was indeed an hopeless lesbian who functioned primarily on sucking titties when under the influence.
that's why you ended up in her lap, mumbling nonsense that sounded pretty much like insults, as nat used your hips to pull you closer. "god, are you even capable of shutting that mouth?" she asked, eye narrowing.
you laughed, your face buried into the crook of her neck. "I could, with a little bit of help." you nibbled on her skin, nose brushing against the strands of her soft mullet.
natalie tensed, her hands gripping on your hips harder. "so you admit you need my help." even if she wanted to mock you, her voice was slightly strained. you were teasing her too much for your own good.
you raised your head from her neck, bringing your face close to hers. nat looked up into your eyes, and you couldn't tell if if she wanted to stab or devour you. with your hands on her shoulders, you tilted your head just slightly so your lips brushed against hers. "I wouldn't call it a need." you retorted, her gaze shifting to your mouth. "more so, an exchange of interests."
natalie couldn't take it anymore. she slammed her lips against yours, holding you impossibly tight as she made you stumble backwards and lay on the floor. as she hovered over you, her hands rested on either side of your head. a satisfied chuckle left your lips at the sudden connection, even if it was exactly what you were waiting for. when clockwork broke the kiss to take a breath, her hand closed in a fist against the floor.
"are you seriously still laughing?" she scoffed, shaking her head. then, her lips moved over yours once again. "you're fucking impossible." she muttered.
you took that chance to slide your tongue into her mouth, hearing her make a noise you wish had been recorded. it will be fun to remind her of it in the following morning. but natalie didn't let you push her around that much. she propped herself up on one elbow as her other hand went down your body, slipping under your shorts and pulling your panties to the side roughly.
despite yourself, you immediately raised your body to try and press against her fingers, but she stopped you. after clicking her tongue, natalie spoke: "you don't deserve it that fast, slut."
you shivered as the tip of her fingers barely registered against your bare core. "you don't get to do that," you slurred, your hand closing around her wrist. "come on.."
natalie hummed, amused. "you got to apologize for your behavior, first." she didn't care that you were going to probably leave a bruise from how tight you were holding her wrist. she wasn't moving an inch until you did what she told you.
"my behavior?" you let out a small whine in restraint. "who gives a fuck about that? just touch me--"
clockwork slid a finger inside of you, but kept still. maintaining eye contact, she stared as your lips parted into a whimper. "wrong answer."
your eyes fluttered, "shit."
natalia tilted her head with a small, sadistic smile. "just say sorry. I know your pussy can't resist this." as if on cue, your legs clenched around her hand when she slowly started rubbing you. "see?"
with a small frown, you surrendered to her request. "f-fuck, i'm sorry, alright? I need your fingers so bad, nat." a shuddering breath left your mouth when natalie slipped a second finger in.
"not enough, brat. you sure like making things difficult for yourself." her movements were so painfully slow, it made you want to cry.
"please, natalie. i'm such a fucking slut for you. I'm sorry." you whined out, "I'll be good to you tonight, please."
snickering lowly, clockwork moved her fingers out of you completely. "touch yourself for me, so we can see if you make good on that promise."
LIAM WILLIAMS ┈─ ꣑୧
liam had been meaning to tell you to fuck off for at least an hour. he really had. somehow, though, one thing had led to another, and now the two of you were high off your asses.
looks like his special pills worked. naturally, they were only meant for him. he’d been saving them for those long nights when he had to stay awake and work.
but, being the bastard you were, you’d decided to steal one for yourself. and well, a simple argument went south pretty fast--
liam let out a muffled groan against your mouth when you gave his hair a sharp tug. the sound only seemed to fuel whatever terrible decisions the two of you were making. your hips pressed against his body more firmly, feeling the undeniable growth in his jeans, and a needy breath left your lips.
neither of you was thinking straight. maybe it was the pills, maybe it was months of unresolved tension, or perhaps it was both. either way, it was clear that this moment couldn't have been avoided.
you undid his belt slowly, deliberately, watching the subtle change in his breathing with every brush of your fingers. by the time you tugged his jeans down, he was already half-hard, resting heavily against his stomach. "what do you think you're doing?"
you snorted before sinking to your knees in front of him. his brows furrowed as the two of you kept eye contact, even when you gripped his dick with that teasing smirk. "what does it look like I'm doing?" you retorted.
"getting on my nerve, like usu--" the words died instantly on his tongue.
your tongue met the head of his cock first, his precum sticking to your lips. then, your hand settled around his length as you tilted your head and dragged your mouth up him. for someone who seemed to hate your guts, liam had melted for you without hesitation.
"jesus, fuck, your mouth's...."
he cuts himself off, rolling his hips up into your touch. you squeeze him again, eager to see him finally losing it because of you. his gloved hand gripped your hair, pulling you forward by force. you moaned around his dick, but you were settled on making him lose his mind.
you pulled back until just the tip was between your lips, then sank down again, taking him deep. reluctantly, you noticed that the growing volume of his sounds turned you on. or you were just high and he was a man who sounded nice.
"c-christ." his grip on you tightened, "don't you dare stop now, angel."
HELEN OTIS ┈─ ꣑୧
your hatred for helen was never the childish kind. truthfully, you had learned to tolerate his presence whenever alcohol was involved. you never went out of your way to insult him, but you were certain he knew exactly how much you despised him from a single glance.
not that the feeling wasn’t mutual.
he had never bothered to hide how pathetic he thought you were. and tonight, that was painfully obvious, with both of your judgments clouded by a bottle of wine and your usual restraint nowhere to be found.
somehow, you found yourself sitting there— held against his chest, perched on his lap at the edge of his bed as he slowly spread your legs. with an hand under your chin, he kept your gaze firmly locked to the mirror in front of the two of you.
“look at yourself, beautiful,” he whispered against your ear, his breath carrying the faint scent of the alcohol you had both been drinking earlier. “the prettiest thing i’ve seen all day.”
his gloved fingers moved to reach under your t-shirt, letting the fabric ride up as his thumb circled your nipple. a sigh left your mouth, trying to look away from your reflection in embarrassment.
helen cooed, quickly shifting your focus to the mirror once again. "what? don't tell me you're getting shy." the hand that was holding your chin now trailed downwards, teasing the inside of your thigh as he felt the dampness of it. "poor girl. is this too much already?"
you shivered against him, torn between wanting to smack him away or pulling him closer. with his eyes locked on your reflection, the bloody painter smiled mockingly. “I want to see your pretty face when you fall apart." he muttered, kneading one of your soft breasts with his palm.
"fuck, helen--" you whimpered.
"yeah?" his voice is rough, still laced with exhaustion, and it makes your already sensitive nipples perk instantly. your breath hitches when his thumb grazes the sensitive bud, the sensation sending sparks straight to your core. "struggling so sweetly for me."
he dipped his head down, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck up to the back of your ear. you know you would regret it tomorrow, but you're currently too horny to feel any shame.
and helen noticed, since he then decided it was the perfect moment for him to slid his fingers beneath your panties.
