Hi hi hi its um. 🐑. How are you?? I was wondering if you'd do art trades... like i'll draw something for u, in exchange for a headcanons post or a little fic,,,,,,
(^ Shy sheep who is physically unable to request stuff)
hi!! i'm good!!
uhm. i don't know how to word this properly but. i'm super flattered that you'd offer to draw something for me, but i don't think. i can do that, i'm sorry. i write for fun, i don't want people to feel like they need to create things for me in order for me to write for them, y'know?
notes: so... tumblr deleted all my drafts uhm... looks around awkwardly. luckily i backed them up, but that's why this is a screenshot of an anon rather than the actual anon itself. i'm trying to keep requests to a five character limit so i did opt to remove the doll maker, sorry </3
includes: the bloody painter, judge angels, emra, rouge the proxy, and dr. smiley.
warnings: gn!reader (they/them prns used), mentions of slender mansion shenanigans, various lengths. pre-relationship (rouge, damien), established relationship (helen, dina, emra), attempted murder (damien, not against reader), relatively lighthearted.
THE BLOODY PAINTER + CLOCKWORK
Helen was aware that you had an older sister, but he's yet to meet her. You avoided talking about her whenever she got brought up, saying that she'll probably come around whenever she feels like it.
Clearly you had a bit of a strained relationship with your sister, so he never bothered to press you on the matter.
Why would he? He doesn't have any siblings, and his relationship with his parents had been nothing but a nightmare since he was young, so he understands what it's like trying to avoid the topic of family.
That being said, he's a bit surprised when he does finally meet your sister. You approached the subject one evening over dinner, awkwardly picking at your food as you asked whether or not he'd be interested in meeting your sister.
"She called a few days ago and said she was coming to visit, so..." You mumbled, and Helen briefly considered the idea of maybe killing your sister, seeing as she caused you to clam up like this. Of course, that thought is immediately forgotten when he finally meets you sister.
He recognizes her immediately, having seen her around that odd mansion he ends up at every few months. Natalie, if he recalls correctly. A murderer, just like him. And he certainly doesn't miss the recognition in her gaze either.
It's a bit awkward, truth be told. You're aware of Natalie's murderous habits, considering, but Helen's been keeping his a secret from you. But Natalie knows about him, and his hobby, and he's not sure if she'd be willing to keep it a secret or not.
But lucky for him, Natalie never mentions anything. She barely spares him a glance, really. It's not until she leaves that she asks him to step outside with her.
There's a long moment of silence. Natalie stares at him, and he stares back. He's the one who breaks it, asking if she plans on telling you about him. She just scoffs.
"Please, I don't give two shits. I only brought you out here to tell you that if you hurt them, I'll stab your face."
An expected threat. He has no intentions of hurting you, but it's... nice, in a way, seeing how Natalie cares about you. Your relationship with her was clearly rocky, but she seemed serious about your protection.
When Natalie leaves, you apologize for anything she might've said that could've upset him. Helen reassures you that she'd said nothing bad, and that he actually liked Natalie.
Maybe the next time he sees her at the mansion, he'll ask her about you. Maybe she'll tell him something he doesn't already know.
JUDGE ANGELS + NURSE ANN
Dina had known relatively early on who your sister was. You talked about her often, and she couldn't help but cringe just a bit whenever you brought the woman up.
You were completely oblivious to it, but Dina and Ann had... a history, to say the least. One they involved them trying to murder each other, a small handful of times.
And Ann wasn't your real sister, but you'd somehow managed to get close enough to the woman that she started to view you as family. Dina doesn't know how you did it, but she finds herself falling for you a bit more knowing that you can melt the hearts of even the most vile of beings.
When you had first asked if she'd be okay with meeting Ann, Dina had wanted to tell you no. One, because she's already met the woman, and two, because she's not entirely sure whether or not Ann will try killing her again the moment she realizes it's Dina dating you.
It takes a little convincing, but Dina has never been able to say no to you when you really want something
So when you brought her to that familiar hospital your sister resides in, she can't help but tighten her grip on your hand, trying to calm the nerves settling in the pit of her stomach.
Ann had been... shocked, when she saw Dina, to say the least. Despite the woman struggling to feel and express emotions, it's evident in her gaze that she wasn't expecting Dina.
It's an incredibly awkward interaction, one that you have to navigate yourself if you hope to get these two to talk to each other. Ann doesn't talk in general, but somehow her silence is worse with Dina around.
But she doesn't get violent. She just stares. Dina honestly expects for Ann to tell you to break up with her, but after she walks you back home, she's surprised to hear from you that Ann actually tolerated her at your girlfriend.
"Yeah, I mean, she said she'd probably kill you if you broke my heart, but she's fine with us dating. Besides, even if she wasn't fine, I wouldn't dump you. I love you."
And Dina almost cries.
EMRA + THE BLOODY PAINTER
Truth be told, Emra never really expected to end up in a relationship with you. Or, anyone, really. When she first met you, she'd been curious at to why The Puppeteer had been so lenient with you moving around the theatre.
She'd thought that maybe you were a new proxy, and he was just letting you get accustomed to the place before he started treating you like normal. That time never came though, and you weren't around all the time.
You told her during one of your visits that you were related to one of the very few people he considered a friend, which... confused her even more, because she's never met any of his friends. He kept her under lock and key, so you and Zachary were the only contact she had outside of him.
And when she eventually found herself in a relationship with you (one that The Puppeteer remains unaware of, thankfully), she can't help but get a little curious as to who you're related to.
When Emra asked to meet your brother, you were more than happy to bring him over during your next visit.
She's not sure who she was expecting to meet, but she found herself fond of Helen's company. She'd heard about him, once or twice, on the rare chance she could get The Puppeteer to actually speak to her. He's someone her master was fond of, that much was clear.
And she finds herself growing fond of him as well, seeing the two of you interact.
He doesn't talk much, something she doesn't have any issue with. You're more than happy to lead the conversation, Emra and Helen chiming in whenever they want to comment on something.
At some point, you asked Emra if she could dance. Helen had perked up as well, already reaching for his sketchbook. Emra had been a little nervous. She hasn't had an audience in so long.
But she does dance, and you cheer her one while Helen draws the scene.
It's... the most fun she's had in so long. She really hopes to make more memories like this in the future.
ROUGE THE PROXY + TICCI TOBY
Rouge never had much of an interest in meeting your sibling. She knew you had one, a brother, but she never asked about him.
You were the only person outside of her fellow proxies that she really interacted with, and you never brought him up much, so it just wasn't something she thought would ever happen.
But then she ends up catching you lingering near the mansion after coming back from a mission she'd been sent out on. She thought that maybe you'd been there to visit her, her heart racing at the thought.
"Oh, I'm here to see my brother, actually." You say after hugging her, "Well, I mean, he's not really my brother, but... he's like a brother to me, at least."
And Rouge is a bit confused. She had thought your brother to be another normal person, someone unrelated to Slender or the mansion. But... here you are, saying that he lives here.
She'd thought that maybe it would end up being Jeff, or maybe even Hoodie, seeing how buddy-buddy that man gets with any random stranger he holds a conversation with.
Instead, she sees you brighten up at the sight of Toby, of all people. The same man who keeps people at arms length. And he smiles at the sight of you, hurrying over and nearly tripping over himself as he pulls you into a hug.
Toby does quickly rein in his excitement when he realizes that Rouge was watching, his smile dimming a bit into something more controlled. Though, he never fully lets go of you, his arm thrown around your shoulder.
This... certainly isn't what she was expecting. She doesn't comment on it, just nods a bit and bids you farewell so you can spend time with your brother.
Though, later, after you've left, Rouge does end up pulling Toby to the side, "Hey, I don't want to make things awkward. It's okay if I ask them out on a date, right?"
Toby says no. You end up asking Rouge out yourself, not even a week later. Oh well, he'll just have to get used to it, she supposes.
DR SMILEY + HOMICIDAL LIU
Damien had recently developed a bit of an... interest. In you, specifically. It was pure chance that you bumped into him on your way home from work, out of breath from rushing. You apologized, quick and genuine, before hurrying down the sidewalk before he could get a single word out.
Your eyes had a light in them that he wanted to watch fade. You were meant to be his next victim, but... he found himself growing attached, the longer he watched you. Instead of killing you, he found himself filled with the urge to keep you.
He's never been the type to do research on his victims. But... you weren't a victim anymore, were you? So a little stalking wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?
He learned where you lived. Your place of work. Your favorite restaurant. Your family history. Not things he'd need to know, if he wanted to kill you.
Damien had been careful, popping up in places you'd be, bumping into you and acting pleasantly surprised each time. It was easy, slipping into your life. You didn't suspect him of anything, and seemed rather eager to make a friend.
He's not sure what he wants from you. Not yet. This close proximity did little to satisfy the itch in his chest whenever he looked at you for too long, so he's not sure if 'friendship' is his endgame. He needs more from you, to see if that'll be enough.
But then you mention your brother.
"Well, brothers, really, but," You wave your hand, "Technicalities."
And Damien... he prides himself in being thorough. You don't have any siblings. No brothers. No sisters. Nothing. He's not sure where these 'brothers' of yours came from, but they didn't exist on any official record. Nor did you have any family photos including them.
Lucky for him, he didn't have to wait long to meet these brothers of yours, because after leaving your apartment one night, he's being dragged into the alleyway next to it, and the cool steel of a gun is pressed against his head.
Damien is utterly delighted when he makes eye contact with Liu Woods, of all people. He's seen the man around, on the very rare occasion he ends up at that odd little mansion. Brother of the infamous Jeffrey Woods.
It's exactly what he expects, too. An interrogation. 'What do you want with them? Are you going to hurt them? Stay away from them.' Damien can only smile, really.
The encounter ends with Damien being stabbed several times, though he's not too bothered by the injuries. Perhaps he should ask you to properly introduce him to your 'brothers', just for fun.
thinking abt... abt sully... sully nsfw thoughts... they eat me alive. thinking abt him. he. uhm.
things to expect: the pure ramblings of a deranged person, gn!reader, riding, handcuffs, fingering, cockwarming, slight overstimulation, crying (but in a really good way), begging, unprotected sex (please use condoms irl), cumming inside, petnames: darling, angel, baby
listen... listen... i'm just thinking about. sully.
he's such a tease right right we all agree he's a tease. he spent the entire day teasing you, letting his fingers linger for too long, whispering things in your ear just to see you squirm...
it all leads to you handcuffing him to the bed later that evening. he's more than delighted by this, his gaze following your every movement as your secure the cuffs around his wrists and trap him to the bed. he tugs at the cuffs, smiling as you straddle him.
"well, ain't this a pretty sight?" he hums, his accent thickening just a bit as his gaze dances all over you, drinking in every detail. you smile sweetly at his words, your fingers already working to unbuckle his belt.
you're purposefully being slow with it, and sully likes it. he likes that this is your way of getting back at him, because this had honestly been his end goal. the man was down bad for you, and it was obvious from the way he was already hard even though you've barely touched him.
and you keep him still when his hips twitch, your fingers lightly tracing up his length before your thumb presses against the tip. the whine that comes from him is downright sinful, and the flush on his face as your mouth going dry.
"darlin'..." his voice his a bit strained, his gaze never leaving your face even as you shimmy out of your shorts and underwear, "if you're tryin' to punish me, this isn't gonna work."
and you smile, "who said this was a punishment? i'm just taking what you've been denying me all day."
you make him watch as you finger yourself, and he tugs at the cuffs every time you let out a soft moan. his fingers dig into his palms, and he licks his lips, his gaze glued to the movement of your fingers.
"let me help," he says, words a bit breathless.
you hum in feign thought before shaking your head, "nope. you don't get to touch." and fuck him, because that was the hottest thing he thinks you've said to him today.
"how heartless of you." he pouts, though it's obvious that he's enjoying the show.
and when you finally decide that you're prepped enough to take him, sully moans as you sink down on his length. the cuffs are digging into his wrists from how badly he's tugging at them, desperate to touch you in some way.
"fuck," he groans, voice breaking just a bit. your hands are pressed against his chest, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. every time you clenched, even just a bit, sully made a small noise.
and then you start to move. it's slow at first, like you wanted to take your time with him. but sully wanted more. he needed you to use him, to take what you wanted. your pleasure was above his, always.
"ah, angel," he sucks in a breath, "go faster. please." his voice breaks, and... who are you to deny him, really?
you ride him like it's the last thing you'll ever do, and he fucking loves it. he says broken praises in between moans, his back arching off the bed a bit as tears stream down his face. the pleasure was addictive, and there was this dazed smile on his face.
"i'm... i'm close," you manage to say in between a moan, and sully perks up like you've just handed him a treat.
"yeah? 's it that good, angel? 'cause fuck, it feels good. wanna... wanna cum inside. can i? please?" he doesn't quite beg, but you can hear the way his voice just teeters on the edge of it, and that as you coming to an abrupt stop.
his eyes widen, confusion etching across his face for just a second before he realizes what you want. that smile grows before his changes into a pout, "c'mon, darlin', don't make me beg..." he whines, "'cause i will. you want that, right?"
his heart races in his chest, and you can hear the way the metal of the cuffs clink as he tugs at them. you just know that the moment they're off, he's going to pin you down and fuck you dumb. honestly, just the thought had you tempted to uncuff him.
"please, baby, let me cum inside. please. you feel so good, fuckin' me like this." his filthy words have you clenching around him, and he moans, "ah, shit. fuck."
you wanted to make him beg more, just to see how far he'd go. but you were desperate for your own release, so you start to move again. it's sloppy this time. desperate, and chasing after your high.
"that's it. just like that, darlin'." sully pants, "doin' so good."
his praise is what pushes you over the edge, and you let out a soft cry as your orgasm hits you, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt as you ride him.
you hunch down just enough to kiss him, and that's what sends sully over the edge. he cums inside you with a groan that you swallow up, your tongue tangling with his as your hands come up to tangle in his hair.
and when you both come down from your respective highs, you uncuffed the man. his hands immediately settled on your hips, finger digging into the flesh there as he catches his breath.
you'd tried moving off him, but he didn't let you.
"don't," he exhales, his breath hot against your skin, "let me stay inside you."
and you do. you're more than happy to, lazily making out with him. he'd gently move your hips every other minute, earning a small whine from you because of the overstimulation.
it's not until you feel him hardening up again that you realized what his plan was, and he was already changing your position. you were pinned down against the bed, one of his hands pinning both of your wrists above you as he started to suck hickies into your neck.
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(Sully x reader) There was one thing you both shared. Desire. And to make something more... fun, a challenge was agreed upon, one including limits and handcuffs. The question was who would break first.
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At least you both had something in common, you thought as you inhaled the scent of Sully’s shoulder, the smell of the rainy outdoors evident on his jacket. You placed your head against it as your hands were pulled in front of you and around Sully’s body, soft clicking sounding out as he looped handcuffs under his belt before fastening the cuffs around your wrists.
There you were, trapped against his larger frame as you stood in the kitchen, the smell of onions and garlic swirling around and into your nostrils.
You were both freaks.
There was an agreement, a rare one, where you both wanted to challenge each other. Just how long could the two of you stay attached before one of you lost, falling completely into need for each other. Indulgence. Something you both couldn’t help resisting, most of the time. It was more efficient to get right to it, melting into each other’s warmth, anyway. Why stall? Why drag it out instead of leaning into the pleasure?
Is what you thought as you stood behind him, feeling him shift as he stirred the onions and garlic, making sure the onions were clear and soft before adding the veggies. He was making chicken pot pie, something easy enough for the two of you to have leftovers for a couple days, and something that used the least amount of dishes. Easy cleanup except for the pan where everything was cooked and baked in.
You let your hands rest lazily at his front, not shy to let them hang on the small dent in his jeans. You didn’t do anything with them, though, just relaxing as you let him move in front of the stove.
There was a moment where you were tired, the smells making your shoulders and body relax against his own. The smells of garlic, onion, and salt were enough to remind you of home, this home. The one where Liu took care of you every moment he could, peppering kisses up your body and face, holding you softly as if you would break at any moment. The one where Sully used you roughly, pleasing you until you sobbed and broke underneath him, holding you closely as he shamed you, every time followed by sweet praise that made you keen, arching into him.
The thought made heat swirl in your lower stomach.
The exhaustion shifted to boredom.
And boredom to need.
You hummed softly before you moved a hand to palm at the zipper of his pants, right where the tent was, right where he was.
Sully’s arms stilled for a moment. “Whatcha doin’ there, sweet thing?” His accent was deep, one that rumbled vibrations against your chest.
“Mm… losing the bet.”
“Are you now?” He said with amusement, turning his head back to look at you. “So early?”
“‘m bored, lover…”
That whine always struck him in the heart so easily. He chuckled, and that chuckle shifted into a groan as you grabbed the, now, bulge. “Careful…”
“Why should I be?”
He inhaled, as if composing himself, before relaxing and adding the vegetables and flour. It was enough to focus partly, as you massaged him over the thick fabric, soft kissing being pressed against the back of his jacket. All he had to do was finish the assembly and put it in the oven. That was it.
You smiled into the kisses you pressed, listening to him holding back huffs and groans, hips barely shifting to grind against your hand. You took the opportunity, as he added the milk and chicken broth, to just barely run your other hand up his shirt, not being able to reach far due to the chain links of the cuffs. It was just enough to trace along the edge of his boxers, just barely dipping down the waistband.
You could feel Sully begin to rush. A subtle change, but one you had grown to notice over the time of being and living together. His movements were still precise, but just a smidge fast. Stirring faster so the flour would dissolve, shifting to put the chicken and peas in, stirring them together, a deep sigh leaving him as you did a particularly slow and deep grope. His hips moved into your palm. He was breaking.
Pepper and salt were added, sometimes particularly hard shakes being felt.
He just had to put the pastry on. With both hands, he unfolded the thawed pastry and placed it over the pot pie filling, watching with impatience as it softened enough for him to press the edges over to the sides, covering everything. With it on, he brushed an egg mix over.
Last bit. Cut the vents for the pastry so it wouldn’t explode. He held the handle of the cast iron, using a hand towel, with one hand, and held a knife with the other, moving to cut three vents in. On the third, you moved to unzip his jeans, which made him push too much force on the knife, to where you could hear metal hit metal.
Sully stilled again, shoulders shaking as he exhaled. “Patience, sweetness.”
You smiled. “Mhm.”
He exhaled a laugh and finished cutting the last vent. “Move back, gonna put this in the oven.”
You followed the order, shifting back a couple steps when he did as he put the pan in the oven before shutting it and setting a timer for forty five minutes.
He then took a few more steps back to shove your back against the kitchen island, spine hitting marble. You groaned, before commenting, “Unfair.”
“What’s unfair is you fondlin’ me while I’m using a fucking knife.”
“Part of the deal, no?”
“Sure, but I had a belief you had common sense.”
“Oh, that went out of the window ages ago since I met you.”
“Oh did it?” Sully questioned before grabbing your hands. “Then instead of zipping up my jeans like someone with common sense, would you like to finish what you started and unbuckle my belt?”
You smiled. “Sounds like defeat.”
“Sounds like you need to suck my dick.”
You cringed. “Wow, you’re actually losing.”
He huffed. “Shut up and fucking move.”
He was begging. He was actually begging, in his own way of denial. Well, that was just perfect. The magic words you needed to hear, something that made your heart just a little more full. What a change.
You shifted your hands out of his grasp before unbuckling his belt, metal chain clicking against the metal of his buckle before you slid the cuff out. Experimentally, you shifted your hands under his shirt and against the grain of the hair that led from his lower abdomen to his chest. One of your favorite parts of his body. It was a perfect leading trail to where you needed him.
After you did so, you trailed your hands back down, brushing the grain down as he arched against your movement. Finally, you unbuttoned his jeans and walked around him so that your cuffed hands were under his shirt and on his back. You looked at him. “Help me pull everything down? I’d have to awkwardly shift around like a circle to get them down your damn thighs.” A coated compliment.
Sully laughed, head tossed back before he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “Yes ma’am.”
He shifted around your arms to push his open pants and boxers down his thighs, enough for you to be able to drag the rest to his ankles. You smiled back at him and pressed a kiss against his cheek. “Thanks, lover.”
He hummed in response.
A cue for you to, again, shut up and hurry up. And you did… in a way.
You lowered to your knees in front of him, dragging his pants and boxers down more so they were around his ankles, pooled right where his leather boots stood. Biting your lip, you moved to straddle one of them, sitting right on top of the stiff curve of the shoe, matching the way Sully’s dick ached and stiffened.
“You doin’ alright down there?” Sully asked, watching you adjust and perk up against him.
You nodded with a small smile. “Just need your help with-” you nodded towards his dick. “That. Don’t have my hands to help me… Please?”
You could see his eyes fill with something dangerous behind his glasses. Wordlessly, he used one hand to guide his stiffness, and used the other to grab the back of your head, fingers sure to cause tangles in the strands as he gripped and pushed your head towards him, thrusting into your mouth just once, just enough to feel the way your mouth was warm and wet against his cock, swallowing it.
He groaned, relaxing against the marble counter. “Darlin’, you feel so perfect. Made just for me, yea?”
You hummed against him, licking the underside as you pulled back to his tip, licking off the precum before taking him back in, sucking him gently at first, hearing his soft groans, and softer whines before hollowing out your cheeks.
That did it for him, grabbing the back of your head harsh enough to still it, he thrust into your mouth, enough to reach the back of your throat, where he could feel the tightening of your body adjusting to his length and size. He let out a moan, one so broken it reminded you how you were sitting on top of his boot, where a wet spot seemed to shine the leather.
You whined against him as he used you, starting to grind against the stiff boot, moaning at the way the curve felt just right, enough for stimulation.
Sully noticed it too, the way you were starting to lose it as well against him, rutting against him so sweetly while he thrust his hips against your mouth, fucking you enough that he felt overwhelming heat from it all. He used his hand, the one that didn’t hold your head, to grasp the edge of the counter, stabilizing himself. He could barely speak, too lost in it all to insult you.
Then you dragged your teeth against his length, and he gasped, something swirling wildly from his head to his chest to his cock. Something so pleasing. He would never need a drug in his life when he had you, he knew that.
Sully gasped again as you repeated the action, and he whined. “Close- Getting close, sweetness, please- Feel ya moving so nicely against me t- too. You’re close t- ha- too, mm? Gonna come with me?”
Your eyelids fluttered at his description, his begging. You were close, he knew that. You were moving so deeply, so fast against his boots where you met one of the seams of leather, which itched something so nice that it was getting you to the edge. You nodded a little, looking up at him, as if begging him as well.
“There- There you go- So perfect, so sweet- Gonna take it, sweetness? Be good for me, h- hmm?” He huffed. “Fuck- Fuck-”
He groaned first, cum coating your mouth, and something about it all made you reach your own finish, coming in your underpants and against his boot, tears running down down your cheeks as you swallowed, the high filling your hole body as you whined and whimpered against him until he went soft in your mouth.
He pulled your head away, watching you slowly grind against him still as you breathed heavily, cum and saliva coating your swollen lips.
You both stayed there for a couple minutes, just breathing and adjusting from your own highs.
Finally, you rested your forehead against his thigh, swallowing a mix of your spit and Sully’s cum down your throat. Your voice came out weak as you softly asked, “So… Wh- Who lost?”
Sully laughed, chest rising up and falling down repeatedly. “I- I’d say it’s a tie, just from what I saw. And felt.”
You nodded, processing what he said before turning your head to look up at the oven.
You had a good chunk of time left.
He noticed your gaze as well, and smiled. “Guess we should do another round to check, right?”
“But we already gave in.”
“Mm… Fair. Whoever comes first, loses. Deal?”
You two and your challenges.
“... Deal.”
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First like. Full smut of a creepypasta. Feeling great. Feeling awesome. Giggling and rubbing my hands together. Sully is a freak and I stand by this.
thinking abt... abt sully... sully nsfw thoughts... they eat me alive. thinking abt him. he. uhm.
things to expect: the pure ramblings of a deranged person, gn!reader, riding, handcuffs, fingering, cockwarming, slight overstimulation, crying (but in a really good way), begging, unprotected sex (please use condoms irl), cumming inside, petnames: darling, angel, baby
listen... listen... i'm just thinking about. sully.
he's such a tease right right we all agree he's a tease. he spent the entire day teasing you, letting his fingers linger for too long, whispering things in your ear just to see you squirm...
it all leads to you handcuffing him to the bed later that evening. he's more than delighted by this, his gaze following your every movement as your secure the cuffs around his wrists and trap him to the bed. he tugs at the cuffs, smiling as you straddle him.
"well, ain't this a pretty sight?" he hums, his accent thickening just a bit as his gaze dances all over you, drinking in every detail. you smile sweetly at his words, your fingers already working to unbuckle his belt.
you're purposefully being slow with it, and sully likes it. he likes that this is your way of getting back at him, because this had honestly been his end goal. the man was down bad for you, and it was obvious from the way he was already hard even though you've barely touched him.
and you keep him still when his hips twitch, your fingers lightly tracing up his length before your thumb presses against the tip. the whine that comes from him is downright sinful, and the flush on his face as your mouth going dry.
"darlin'..." his voice his a bit strained, his gaze never leaving your face even as you shimmy out of your shorts and underwear, "if you're tryin' to punish me, this isn't gonna work."
and you smile, "who said this was a punishment? i'm just taking what you've been denying me all day."
you make him watch as you finger yourself, and he tugs at the cuffs every time you let out a soft moan. his fingers dig into his palms, and he licks his lips, his gaze glued to the movement of your fingers.
"let me help," he says, words a bit breathless.
you hum in feign thought before shaking your head, "nope. you don't get to touch." and fuck him, because that was the hottest thing he thinks you've said to him today.
"how heartless of you." he pouts, though it's obvious that he's enjoying the show.
and when you finally decide that you're prepped enough to take him, sully moans as you sink down on his length. the cuffs are digging into his wrists from how badly he's tugging at them, desperate to touch you in some way.
"fuck," he groans, voice breaking just a bit. your hands are pressed against his chest, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. every time you clenched, even just a bit, sully made a small noise.
and then you start to move. it's slow at first, like you wanted to take your time with him. but sully wanted more. he needed you to use him, to take what you wanted. your pleasure was above his, always.
"ah, angel," he sucks in a breath, "go faster. please." his voice breaks, and... who are you to deny him, really?
you ride him like it's the last thing you'll ever do, and he fucking loves it. he says broken praises in between moans, his back arching off the bed a bit as tears stream down his face. the pleasure was addictive, and there was this dazed smile on his face.
"i'm... i'm close," you manage to say in between a moan, and sully perks up like you've just handed him a treat.
"yeah? 's it that good, angel? 'cause fuck, it feels good. wanna... wanna cum inside. can i? please?" he doesn't quite beg, but you can hear the way his voice just teeters on the edge of it, and that as you coming to an abrupt stop.
his eyes widen, confusion etching across his face for just a second before he realizes what you want. that smile grows before his changes into a pout, "c'mon, darlin', don't make me beg..." he whines, "'cause i will. you want that, right?"
his heart races in his chest, and you can hear the way the metal of the cuffs clink as he tugs at them. you just know that the moment they're off, he's going to pin you down and fuck you dumb. honestly, just the thought had you tempted to uncuff him.
"please, baby, let me cum inside. please. you feel so good, fuckin' me like this." his filthy words have you clenching around him, and he moans, "ah, shit. fuck."
you wanted to make him beg more, just to see how far he'd go. but you were desperate for your own release, so you start to move again. it's sloppy this time. desperate, and chasing after your high.
"that's it. just like that, darlin'." sully pants, "doin' so good."
his praise is what pushes you over the edge, and you let out a soft cry as your orgasm hits you, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt as you ride him.
you hunch down just enough to kiss him, and that's what sends sully over the edge. he cums inside you with a groan that you swallow up, your tongue tangling with his as your hands come up to tangle in his hair.
and when you both come down from your respective highs, you uncuffed the man. his hands immediately settled on your hips, finger digging into the flesh there as he catches his breath.
you'd tried moving off him, but he didn't let you.
"don't," he exhales, his breath hot against your skin, "let me stay inside you."
and you do. you're more than happy to, lazily making out with him. he'd gently move your hips every other minute, earning a small whine from you because of the overstimulation.
it's not until you feel him hardening up again that you realized what his plan was, and he was already changing your position. you were pinned down against the bed, one of his hands pinning both of your wrists above you as he started to suck hickies into your neck.
Hi! I love your writing :-) May I request The Bloody Painter, The Puppeteer/Zach (if you write for him), Clockwork, and someone of your choice, cleaning the reader up after a failed escape attempt? I just think there’s just something very special about the dynamic of “I’m not used to being tender vs you’re not used to me being tender, but we’re both worse for wear and not interested in fighting any more, so we’re begrudgingly finding middle ground.” Also, something something the intimacy of cleaning someone’s wounds or whatever
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a/n: let's not talk about how long this was sitting in my inbox okay... im sorry it took me so long to get to it, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! it might be a little on the shorter side but... i still hope you guys like it...
includes: the bloody painter, the puppeteer, zachary the proxy, clockwork, and dr smiley.
warnings: gn!reader, yandere content, various lengths. minor injuries, blood, possessive behavior, damien is a warning by himself.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — THE BLOODY PAINTER
Helen had always been a quiet man, but that silence felt suffocating in this moment as he gently wiped your skin down with a damp cloth. A failed escape attempt led to you being covered in dirt, with tears all over your clothes and small cuts and scratches littered across your body.
None of the wounds were bad. Barely any were bleeding. But Helen was careful as he brushed the cloth over them, taking in any sound that came from you. If you so much as winced, he would stop his movements and wait a few seconds for the pain to stop.
Your relationship with him was... complicated.
He loved you, or so he said. But is it really love, if he locks you away and refuses to let you leave? He seems to believe so, despite your disagreement.
You weren't able to get far. It was too dark outside, and the trees surrounding the damned cabin you were trapped in made it impossible for you to get a grip on your surroundings. He'd caught you, and dragged you back.
And you... you were too tired to fight.
"...Are you hurt anywhere else?" Helen's voice finally breaks that silence, his fingers gently brushing against one of the small cuts on your arm. It's the only one that was bleeding, and you could feel him drawing a small heart against your skin with your blood.
You don't offer him a verbal response. The slight shake of your head was enough for him, and he sighs. It's like this entire weight was just lifted off his shoulders. You're not sure if you've ever seen him show so much emotion before.
Slowly, Helen rests his forehead against your shoulder. You don't push him away, and he doesn't do anything more than that.
"...I can't let you leave," He says, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry." The apology doesn't sound genuine, and you knew there was no point in arguing anymore.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — THE PUPPETEER
He's angry, to say the least. The Puppeteer never likes when people fight against him, and you're no exception. But even though he wanted nothing more than to yell at you, and punish you for even thinking about leaving him, he doesn't.
Golden strings hold you in place as he wipes dirt off your skin, muttering under his breath about how you're more trouble than you're worth, and that his life would be easier if he just got rid of you.
"Well if I'm such a hassle, then let me go," You bite, glaring at your captor. His touch halts, golden eyes staring right into yours like you've just spoken in tongues.
The strings coil tight around you, and you find they hurt more than the cuts littered across your skin.
Cold fingers dig into the skin of your arm, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think that maybe he'd been scared of losing you. You're really not sure if he likes you or not, because he treats you like a pest. And yet, he refuses to let you go.
No amount of screaming and crying gets you anywhere, and any attempts at violence results in you being restrained. If you weren't so exhausted, you'd probably spit in his face for touching you.
"Speak again, and I'll remove your tongue." He grinds out, his grip relaxing just a bit when he sees the way you wince. The threat was an empty one, you knew that.
At least... you think it's empty. You really can't tell with him.
The silence between you two lingers for a few seconds before he's letting go of you entirely, "I'll send Emra to treat your wounds." He says, no longer sparing you a glance, "I expect you to behave."
And even though he leaves you alone, those golden strings never let go of you.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — ZACHARY THE PROXY
Zach was panicked, to say the least, when he saw the front door had been pried open and you were nowhere to be found.
This cabin was one of the very few locations that The Puppeteer was oblivious to, and it was the only place where he knew you'd be safe.
Dragging you back had been an entire ordeal, but as soon as the door was closed and you were dropped onto the couch, you stopped fighting. He could see the exhaustion in your form, and it's something that was evident on him as well.
His heart was racing in his chest. His hands shook as he worked to wipe the dirt from your skin, his touch alternating between rough and gentle. It's like he couldn't decide whether or not he was angry or sad that you had tried escaping.
It was something in between, something that felt worse.
Neither of you said a word to each other. He wiped you clean, helped you change into clean clothes, and tending to your minor cuts in complete silence.
And you weren't sure what could be said.
He doesn't apologize for keeping you captive, and you don't apologize for trying to escape.
But Zach refuses to leave your side, even after everything has calmed down. He's glued to you, his eyes always focused on you whenever you make even the slightest movement.
"This is for your own good," He softly whispered as he curled around you in bed, his fingers digging into your skin to keep you in place.
It's the same old excuse.
You just think he's being selfish.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — CLOCKWORK
Natalie felt sick to her stomach. She never liked when you fought against her, and she certainly didn't like when you tried escaping, either.
You'd been behaving so well recently, she thought that maybe you'd started to accept that you were stuck with her. Now she knows you were just trying to earn her trust so you could run away.
And it almost worked. She'd been more lenient with her restrictions, and it bit her in the ass. The storm outside had made it difficult to find you, but there was no way she was going to let you leave her. You got far, but she found you.
Now you're back in the safety of the cabin she was keeping you in, and you were drenched. Your clothes clung to your skin, and dirt and mud stuck to you. She couldn't see any cuts, just a couple of bruises forming from when you'd slipped and hit some rocks.
"Are you stupid?" She asks, throwing a towel at you so you can dry yourself off as she dug around for some clothes for you to wear.
Her mind was a mess, and you didn't miss the way her hands were shaking as she tore through the closet. It almost made you laugh, seeing her like this. But Natalie's emotions were something you were always wary of, having been on the receiving end of one of her angry outbursts before.
She didn't hurt you, but... you don't want to push her limits any more than you already have.
And while you're drying yourself off and changing into the clothes Natalie tossed at you, she was off checking every window in the place to make sure the locks weren't broken. What little trust you had managed to get from her was completely gone.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — DR SMILEY
Damien was... a bit confused, when he saw you had vanished. The man didn't keep the doors or windows locked, he'd been under the assumption that you were too terrified to even think about running. But you've proven him wrong, and that... he likes that.
If you thought he was obsessed with you before, then it seems to have gotten ten times worse as he drags you back to the place he calls home.
You're crying, begging him to let you go as he handcuffs you to the bed. It was the only way to keep you from fighting against him, and he needed you to remain still so he could clean you up and treat the little cuts littered across your skin.
"I was really worried, you know," He says as he drags the damp washcloth down your arm. He wasn't even looking at where he was wiping, his gaze was focused solely on you.
Every little reaction you made, he drank up. The way you flinched when he moved, the way your eyes remained glued to him like you were terrified he'd eat you if you looked away. The tears streaming down your face...
If he had a heart, he's certain it would be racing right now.
"Should I..." He trails off in thought, a small smile slowly playing on his face. It was so unnatural, and you froze the moment you caught a glimpse of sharp teeth as his red eyes flickered down, "Cut your legs off?"
Instinctively, you scoot away from him as much as the handcuffs would allow, shaking your head.
"No?" He pouts, acting genuinely disappointed, "But if I don't, you'll try running again."
"I won't!" You quickly respond, "I won't run again, I promise."
That's all Damien needed to hear, "Good." He says, and that was it. He didn't speak again, and you certainly didn't make any sound either.
And even though you were scared out of your mind, you couldn't help but notice how Damien's hands shook a bit. His touch lingered.
a/n: me when i tell myself i'll never write another long post again only to end up here. with another long post. this is a thank you for 600 followers!! hi!! i love all 600 of you!! i genuinely gave up with the warnings half-way writing this but i think everything is generally covered... uhm. holding the hand of every nathan the nobody fan... im so sorry but he's not here... i couldnt come up with anything...
synopsis: those three words just slip out before you can think to stop them. a reaction, and consequence.
includes: slenderman, jeff the killer, jane the killer, nina the killer, homicidal liu + sully (separate), the bloody painter, nurse ann, eyeless jack, laughing jack, hobo heart, ticci toby, clockwork, jason the toymaker, the puppeteer, zalgo, x-virus, laughing jill, candy pop, dr smiley, kagekao, kate the chaser, the doll maker, judge angels, zero, rouge the proxy, emra, zachary the proxy, tim wright, brian thomas, alex kralie, jay merrick, and jessica locke.
warnings: gn!reader, varying lengths, not proofread. depictions of unhealthy relationships in some segments, fluff and angst, self-worth issues [liu], reader death [liu], possessive behavior [sully, laughing jack, jason, puppeteer, zero], blood drinking [eyeless jack], rosswood canon [jay], marble hornets canon [alex, brian], post-canon marble hornets [tim, jessica]
works referenced in this post: rambles and blurbs: liu edition, leave a light on,
SLENDERMAN — in complete honesty, does not know how to react. the moment those three words are spoke by you, it is going completely still. silence is the only response you'll get, and chances are, slender will just teleport away and leave you alone. you might interpret that as rejection, though that's not a thought that crosses its mind.
it just needed to get away for a moment, to collect itself, because... those words should not affect it as much as they did. slender has always believed itself incapable of feeling love. it isn't an emotionless creature by any means, it can feel anger and happiness just as much as any other living being, but love? interestingly enough, it didn't find itself disgusted by the idea of you loving it.
it wasn't sure if it felt the same, if it was even capable of feeling the same, but... it liked that you loved it. enough so that it starts to share a bit of its lifeforce with you, unbeknownst to you. you can't love it if you're dead, after all. you won't notice a change for a long time, and maybe when you finally do, slender might be able to tell you whether it loves you or not.
JEFF THE KILLER — will have two reactions the moment those words slip from your mouth. first, he'll freeze. this reaction will only last for a second, maybe two, depending on the situation. if your goal was to catch him off guard for whatever reason, then congratulations, you've done it! it makes him feel sick to his stomach knowing that those three words coming from you of all people has his brain short circuiting.
his second reaction will be to scoff, and mutter a quiet, 'of course you do, who wouldn't?'. not exactly the reaction you might want, but it's obvious that your words got to him, because he refuses to look your way and he ends up sticking a lot closer to you than he normally does for the remainder of the day.
he likes to put on this front that he's incapable of feeling love, and he'll act like he's not as attached to you as he really is. but no matter how hard he tries to deny his feelings for you, he gets weak every time you whisper 'i love you'. his hands shake and his heart stutters, and he feels so... normal. he will do anything to keep your affection.
JANE THE KILLER — is completely thrown off guard when you confess your love. she wasn't oblivious to your feelings by any means, but it's also not something she wanted to acknowledge. she'd believed that you would've kept your love to yourself, that you'd be too nervous to ever confess to her, but... you've proved her wrong, and it's something she finds herself both fond of, and annoyed by.
jane doesn't deny that she's in love with you. she caught on to her feelings early on, and as much as she tried to ignore them, you made it impossible. she loves you too, painfully so. it's why she starts to distance herself after you confess. you deserve better than her, and she can't give you the relationship that you want.
it's not your fault. the blame is on her, mostly. if she weren't so hellbent on murdering jeff, on getting revenge, then maybe she'd be able to accept your love and start a relationship with you. but revenge is the only thing she wants. you understand that, right?
NINA THE KILLER — is, unsurprisingly, thrilled when you confess that you love her. the smile on her face grows, and she can't stop herself from squealing in pure joy as she pulls you into a tight hug. she's practically shaking from excitement, giddy as she tells you that she loves you too, and that you two would make such a cute couple, and that everyone is going to be so jealous.
she's been waiting for this moment. love is something she, well, loves. so much so that she's dreamed of going on all these different kinds of dates. she has an entire journal full of date ideas, so at least you don't have to worry about planning any dates! she has that under control, don't worry. everything will be perfect.
and now that your feelings are out there, nina doesn't hold back her own. she tells you she loves you numerous times a day that it's impossible to keep count, and if she's not out committing crimes, then she's glued to your side and talking about anything and everything. and trust the everybody knows about your relationship, because she never shuts up about how much she loves you.
HOMICIDAL LIU — goes soft the moment you whisper those words to him. even though he struggles to believe that it's something he deserves, it's easy to tell that the affection you hold for him is something he deeply cherishes. he's always convinced himself that his love is a curse. everyone he's loved has died, and it terrifies him to his core that you'll meet the same fate if he allows himself to love you.
but you just make it so easy. the moment those three words come from your lips, liu finds himself unable to push you away. it's like he falls harder and harder every time you tell him, and he can't help but be selfish. he clings to that love. he clings to you, and your warmth. it's almost scary, how greedy he finds himself for your love.
even after your death, he clings. your grave is always taken care of. fresh flowers, gifts he think you'd like and whatnot. when he's not trailing his brother, he's sitting next to your headstone and listening to an old voice memo you had sent him early on in your relationship. 'i love you, liu,' your voice said, soft and sweet, 'i'm gonna tell you that every day, until you get sick of hearing it.' and he cries, because... god, he wishes you had kept that promise.
SULLY — has this small smile on his face the moment you say those words, and it's like he already knew how you felt before you even spoke the words aloud. maybe it's a bit shocking, but sully is incredibly attuned to people's emotions. he can easily read people, because he's always looking out for threats to liu. you really hadn't done a good job at hiding your feelings, so he was waiting for you to confess before making any moves.
it's like a switch flips, because suddenly he's acting like the two of you have been dating this entire time. his already touchy behavior seems increase tenfold, if that's even possible. he's always got a hand on you in some way, and he goes out of his way to whisper disgustingly sweet words in your ear whenever the two of you are alone. it's kinda unnerving, to be completely honest.
this man is so smitten with you, and everybody can tell just from the way he looks at you. honestly, it's a wonder that the two of you didn't get together sooner, because sully went around telling everyone he loved you like... a week after meeting you. onlookers can only hope that he doesn't let his... less than healthy feelings grow. but judging from the way he stares people down just for talking to you... well...
THE BLOODY PAINTER — hadn't reacted when you told him. you didn't say 'i love you', but the implication in your words had been there, and he just stared at you. he wasn't there, not really. but he still heard you. he could only watch as you left, his hand twitching like he wanted to reach out for you, but... he didn't. he was taken back to his room after your visit, and for the first time since the massacre, helen found himself coming out of the daze he'd been in.
he was crying, he realizes. a disgusting feeling of sorrow lurched in his chest, and anger follows soon after. he ended up destroying his room, and nurses had to come in and restrain him to keep him from destroying anything else before he eventually got sedated. he waited every day after his trial to receive letters from you, but they never came. he made a promise to himself that when he got out, he'd find you. maybe then you'd say those words to him.
you loved him. he knows you loved him. you told him that the two of you would always be friends, you told him that you would wait for him. if that's not love, then what is? and when he finally finds you, after all these years, he plans to make up for lost time. even as you flinch when he gently pulls you into a hug, his fingers digging into you like he was terrified you'd disappear if he let go. you love him, so you won't push him away, right?
NURSE ANN — isn't quite sure how to react to your confession. love wasn't a foreign concept to her, but emotions in general were something she struggled to understand and feel. she's not upset or put off by your confession by any means, but don't expect much of a reaction from her, either. she enjoys your company, and if you want to take that as her loving you back, then she doesn't really care.
she does love you, by the way. in her own way, at least. ann's inability to really understand any emotion other than anger is the main reason why she isn't too sure whether it's love or just... not. she doesn't want to hurt you, so she never gives you hope. just the thought of hurting you fills her with this sense on unease, so clearly she cares for you in a deeper compacity than she thought capable, right?
no matter, ann will never turn your love away. call her selfish, but she likes spending time with you. love is a slippery slope that she won't pretend to understand, but if you're okay with her uncertainty, then she'd be happy if you stuck around while she tried to figure out her emotions. it might take a while, but that's okay.
EYELESS JACK — is more than happy to tell you he loves you too, thought it probably slips his mind in the moment. he's fairly put together when it comes to his emotions, so he's quick to catch on to when he starts to develop feelings for you. he's not the type to deny himself something when he wants it, and trust me when i say that he wants you. in a romantic way, sure, but also in a 'i want to eat you' way.
there's nothing more romantic than cannibalism, no? of course, he wouldn't actually eat you. but if you're okay with it, he'll definitely drink your blood. like... often. it's his weird way of showing his love without using words. i do think that he would just assume that you know he loves you back, so unless you ask him flat out, he's just going to think that you're dating.
jack is just a very simple creature. you love him, he loves you, and that's enough for him. words will never be enough to convey his feelings, so he always lets his actions do the talking. but if you need to hear the words, then he'll definitely repeat them until you get sick of hearing it.
LAUGHING JACK — jolts like he's been shocked the moment those words are put out into the air. the strange affection he held for you was something he adamantly refused to acknowledge. he didn't want to admit that he'd grown attached to another person, and that he was terrified you'd eventually leave him and break his heart. but here you are, telling him you love him, and he... he can't handle it.
he is absolutely thrilled, don't get me wrong. his abandonment issues practically latch onto any ounce of affection you show him, and to hear you confirm that you love him is something that he could easily get addicted to. but it also forces him to confront his feelings for you, something that... is not as easy as it sounds. he'll probably try to distance himself from you following the confession, but that's not something that lasts.
jack gets restless when he doesn't see you for longer than three days, so he's quick to pop back up by your side. you've basically sealed your fate the moment you told him how you felt, because there's simply no way he'll ever let you go. even if you come to hate him in the future, he won't let you leave. he'll kill you if you try.
HOBO HEART — is overjoyed. you have his heart, so to hear that you reciprocate his feelings fills him with such a strong sense of euphoria that he wonders if maybe he'd died. he tries to keep his reaction in check, concerned that if he's too excited he might end up scaring you off. it's impossible to keep the smile off his face, though, and he ends up asking you to repeat yourself. seven different times.
there's just something so satisfying, hearing you say 'i love you'. it's addicting. he needs to hear you say it over and over again, until your throat bleeds and you lose your voice. it's been so long since he's felt this way about anyone, and he doesn't want this feeling to ever go away.
truthfully, he's not sure what he would do if you ever decided you didn't love him anymore. but that's not something he should ever have to worry about, because you'll never want to leave him, right? well... no matter, heart won't let another person he loves leave him.
TICCI TOBY — doesn't really know how to react. his first instinct would be to push you away, but he doesn't want to do that. after letting his walls down around you, he doesn't think he'd ever be able to just put them back up. you meant so much to him now, and even though he's not sure if the feelings he holds for you are romantic or platonic, he doesn't want to let you go.
it's an awkward conversation, one he wants to avoid, but he does sit you down and tell you that he's unsure of how he feels. and you're so understand, because of course you are. he can't lie, a small part of him had been hoping you'd freak out on him and he'd have an excuse to cut you out of his life but fuck. you're a sweetheart. things are normal after that conversation, shockingly enough.
you never bring up your feelings for him again, leaving him with his space to mull the confession over and sort through his own feelings. toby reciprocates your confession months after the fact, in the early morning when you've only just opened your eyes. he whispers the words so quietly that you wondered if maybe you'd been mistaken, but he repeats them. everything remains the same, but it's all different.
CLOCKWORK — physically recoils from you the moment those words slipped from your lips. you were meant to be nothing more than a way to pass the time, really. a warm bed for her to sleep in when she didn't want to be alone. love was never something that was supposed to happen, and she had made that pretty clear the moment you two started hooking up.
you had to stop her from leaving, catching her wrist before she can get out of bed. an argument was inevitable, but it still got pretty heated. you both said mean things, and natalie ends up storming off before things could get worse. she goes weeks without talking to you, and she feels miserable because of it. she never realized how attached she'd gotten to you until now, and she hates it.
it would take somebody else stepping in for her to get her shit together. either you trying to move on, or one of her friends (very loose term) telling her she's being a loser for leading you on. either way, she's banging on your door in the middle of the night. the moment you open it, she's kissing you. she's never done anything like this before, but it makes her sick not having you around so if a relationship is what you want, then... she'll try.
JASON THE TOYMAKER — expects you to love him. you're meant to be his other half, so it's required that you reciprocate his feelings, otherwise he'll kill you. you saying the words out loud is nice to hear, and he smiles every time you say them. he probably needs to hear it multiple times a day, truth be told. he might start having doubts, if he doesn't.
oddly enough, jason doesn't tell you he loves you back for a long time. maybe he's concerned that if he does, it'll jinx your entire relationship and he'll be forced to kill you and find a replacement once again but... if he is concerned, he never voices it out loud.
of course, now that you've said those three words, jason will never let you go. your fate was sealed the moment he decided you were his special one. the only way out of this is by dying, or... getting incredibly lucky and living the rest of your life on the run.
THE PUPPETEER — refuses to give an outward reaction to your confession. he'll try to keep his face stoic, making a vague sound in the back of his throat to let you know that he heard you. he won't say it back, but you'll know he loves you in the way his strings absently coil around your limbs. he's never been the type to verbalize his emotions, not when he views his love for you as a weakness.
and if you thought that the man was possessive before, then it only increases tenfold now that he's aware that you love him. if you're not a proxy already, then he'll definitely consider making you one just to ensure that you're stuck with him for the rest of your life. that would require putting you through hell, though. that thought is the only reason he hasn't gone through with it yet.
both emra and zachary are well aware of his feelings for you, as well. they don't outwardly use it against him, but whenever they (zach, to be specifically) really want something, they have you ask him because they know he's more likely to listen to you than anyone else. so long as you don't ever try leaving, then your relationship with him will remain perfect.
ZALGO — is thoroughly amused, that's for sure. in the thousands of years of his existence, he's not sure he's ever heard anyone utter those words towards him before. perhaps a few lovers of the vessels he's possessed, but that affection was never for him. not even the cults he has would be so bold to declare love for him. fear, respect, awe... he expects those. but love?
such a mortal emotion is beneath him, so he tells himself. and yet here you are, still alive. still by his side. he's done nothing to rid himself of you, and actively goes out of his way to murder anyone who suggests you might be a weakness. how idiotic to assume one mortal human could be his downfall. he keeps you around because you entertain him, that's all.
but you know better. he's always around, even when he doesn't need to be. he keeps you company, even when he doesn't have to. he never tells you off or pushes you away when you wanna hold the hand of whatever vessel he's possessing. he might never say the words out loud, but you know.
X-VIRUS — actually jumps with joy when you confess to him. cody wears his heart on his sleeve, so he can't mask his excitement the moment his brain processes your soft 'i love you', and he ends up pulling you into a suffocating hug before quickly letting go and apologizing.
to be honest, cody had been trying to figure out the right time to tell you about his feelings. he's never been in love before, but he knows that he loves you because his heart races whenever you're around, and he kinda wants to lock you up and handcuff you to him whenever you have to leave. he'd never do that! not without your permission, at least, but the thoughts are always there.
and now that he knows you feel the same, cody won't shut up about you. he's constantly telling everybody that he's your boyfriend, and that the two of you are in love. he can't help it! he loves you so much, it's impossible for him to contain it.
LAUGHING JILL — is very certain that her heart melts when you tell her you love her. for a moment, she wonders if she had misheard you, or if you had meant the confession to be for someone else. but there was nobody around, and you were looking at her expectantly.
the excitement she feels is dizzying, and she's barely able to squeak out a soft 'really?'. the moment you reassure her that, yes, you very much do love her, it's like a dam breaks. she's throwing her arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug, tears streaming down her face as she's overwhelmed with emotions she didn't know how to describe.
for a long time, jill thought that anger was the only thing she could ever feel. after everything that has happened, anger became the only emotion she knew how to properly register. meeting you brought so many new emotions, and to know that you felt the same way about her was just... overwhelming, to say the least. she just loves you so much.
CANDY POP — is conflicted. on one hand, he finds himself thrilled at the idea that you love him. it feeds into his ego, and he thrives off whatever attention he can get from you. but on the other, he's annoyed. romance is a tedious thing that he doesn't want to entertain. he's a big, bad, evil, and scary monster. you're stupid for loving him.
but even as he says all of that, he's clinging to you. he has his cheek resting on your head, or your shoulder, pouting about how you're going to make everyone think he's gone soft. he hasn't, you both know that, but he likes to pretend, and you let him. there is so such thing as soft with him. but, he has gotten attached, so you're comforted by the fact that he won't kill you, at least.
he's always on edge. candy isn't an idiot, he's well aware that the feelings you hold for him right now very well may change in the future, and that thought makes him feel restless. he's not against dragging you into the abyss and forcing you to stay by his side if he so much as gets the idea that you're trying to leave him.
DR SMILEY — cocks his head to the side at your confession. love? he's familiar with the concept. he's studied people, and seen lovers cry over each other's corpses after performing his experiments and whatnot, but... you love him? either you lack morals, or you're just incredibly stupid. perhaps both, honestly, he can't decide. he almost wants to laugh in your face with how absurd those three words had been, but he doesn't.
damien doesn't reject you, interestingly enough. maybe you only said it in an attempt to get him to spare you, or maybe you actually meant it. he isn't sure, and he doesn't really care. you've caught his attention, and he wants to keep you around long enough to study you. a living subject would be good, after all the dead ones he's picked apart and devoured already.
he might not understand your reasonings for the confession, but he's more than happy to play the part of a doting boyfriend if that's what you truly want. he might even treat it as another experiment for a while, but... it starts to become oddly genuine, the longer it goes on. he's not sure he'd be willing to let you go, if you ever tried to leave.
KAGEKAO — will definitely need a couple hours to even process that you had meant the confession, and that it wasn't some odd little joke you'd been trying to tell. he treats life like a game, so it's always so strange when something serious happens that he can't make a joke out of. he's had serious relationships before, though that was before he even realized he was gay.
he'd always believed relationships just weren't for him, also. a long-term relationship always led to heartbreak, and flings were much more his style. neither of you were meant to get attached, and yet here you are, telling him you love him. and he... he isn't rejecting you, oddly enough.
your relationship with him changes after the confession. it's never spoken about out of fear that acknowledging it might ruin everything, but kagekao does start behaving like a boyfriend rather than an fling. he doesn't leave immediately after hooking up, and his touch starts to linger. he can love you back, he thinks.
KATE THE CHASER — considers you her home, so to hear that you love her? it just solidifies in her mind that you are her safe space. you, for whatever reason that freaks her out if she thinks about it too much, accept her for who she is. you love her, despite all her flaws, and that's not something she ever expected. it's not something she felt she deserved.
words will never be enough to convey how deeply kate loves you. you do so much for her and never expect anything in return, and she would give you the entire world if she could. even on the days where she wants nothing to do with anybody and shuts you out, you still wait patiently for her. it makes her sick, sometimes.
your love is the one thing she allows herself. as a proxy, she knows that she'll never be able to hold a normal relationship. it's a wonder why slender was allowing her to maintain this relationship with you in the first place, but she won't question it. she'll be selfish, and drink up all the time she has with you.
THE DOLL MAKER — truly thinks he misheard you. his heart lurches, a spark of hope in his chest, but... no. no, he was just hearing things. he shouldn't get ahead of himself. romance isn't something he's well versed in, so when he fell for you, he fell fast. but there's no way you'd ever feel the same. but then you're carefully cupping his cheeks so he's forced to meet your gaze, and you're repeating your confession.
and oh. maybe miracles are real. he chokes up a bit, shedding a few tears and burying his face in his hands so you don't see him like this. it's a really soft moment, and he gets emotional every time he thinks about it. he never thought his feelings could be reciprocated, but you always have a way of proving him wrong.
he wants to be the perfect boyfriend for you. you deserve only the best, and he refuses to give you anything less. vine will cherish you for however long you'll choose to stay in his life. and he hopes that if you ever decide to leave, he'll be able to let you go.
JUDGE ANGELS — goes quiet as she processes your words. love is a sensitive topic for her for many different reasons. she's always dreamed of being in love, and she's read far too many romance novels in her spare time just to fantasize about what it might be like, but to hear that someone actually loves her... it's not something she ever expected, honestly.
dina isn't entirely sure how she should respond, and she ends up overthinking it and getting lost in her thoughts for so long that you have to awkwardly tell her that it's okay if she didn't feel the same, and that you'd still love to be her friend. you were giving her an out, one that she's quick to shut down as she stumbles over her words. she's not rejecting you, no! you just caught her off guard.
the relationship between the two of you develops at a steady pace. you're her first time for every single thing, and you're always ensuring that she's comfortable before doing anything. it makes her heart melt, every time you gently ask if she's okay with the affection you give her. you are the greatest thing that's ever happened to her.
ZERO — actually laughs in your face. are you crazy? no sane person would ever fall in love with her, so you have to be just as fucked in the head as her, no? out of the billions of people in the world, you just had to give your heart to the woman who wouldn't hesitate to crush it in her hands without a second thought.
she's attached to you to some extent though, judging from the way you're still alive. she doesn't know how you've managed to make her attached, and she'll get really angry if you even try pointing it out to her, so just be happy with what she gives you, yeah? it's the closest thing to love you'll probably ever get from her.
but don't think you can fall for anyone else, either. in zero's mind, you belonged to her the moment she decided to keep you around. if she sees you getting all buddy-buddy with another person, she'll kill them in front of you. consider it a lesson for thinking you could live a normal life after her.
ROUGE THE PROXY — acknowledges your confession with a slight nod. she's never hidden her own feelings for you, making her love abundantly obvious with the way she followed you around everywhere to ensure your safety. but it's also something she struggles to voice out loud. after everything she'd been through, showing any ounce of vulnerability is... well... scary.
taking care of you became second nature to her, and that naturally led to her falling in love with you. but to hear you felt the same way? it's... strange. she's happy, don't get her wrong, but she feels cornered. like something horrible will happen if she so much as indulges in those feelings.
you'd have to take this relationship step by step for her to even think about giving it a try. she's still fiercely protective over you, obviously, but she's withdrawn herself just a bit. if you really want this to work out, you just need to stay patient. once she gets out of her head, then everything will work out.
EMRA — smiles sadly when you tell her you love her. if life had been different, she would've been able to tell you the same, but she could never put you through the hell that would come with her loving you. it's bad enough that she's even risking your safety by interacting with you like this. your company is the one selfish thing she allows herself, but she didn't think you'd fall in love with her.
the puppeteer is fiercely possessive over her, so much so that he barely even lets zachary visit her. you could get in a lot of trouble if he ever found out you were sneaking around to visit her. after your confession, emra doesn't have much of a choice but to turn you away when you try visiting her. this is for your own good, she tells herself. you shouldn't put yourself in harms way just to talk to her.
and it hurts, shutting you out like this. she wants nothing more than to pull you into her arms and never let go. if she could cry, then she'd be shedding an endless sea of tears over the 'what if' scenarios her mind conjures up. but if cutting you off means you get to survive another day, then that's just a pain emra will have to go through.
ZACHARY THE PROXY — finds himself looking around the moment you speak the words into existence. he's on alert, making sure nobody is around before he's lowering his guard and quietly telling you he loves you too. he can never be too careful when around you, because the puppeteer is always watching. and zach, he didn't want you getting involved with that bastard.
but he's selfish, incredibly so. emra tells him that he should let you go, that you'll be safer if he didn't get involved with you. and sure, that's probably the truth, but he didn't care. he did so much for his 'master', so he thinks he deserves to have something for himself. he's gone this long without the puppeteer learning about your existence, and he's confident he can keep it like that for a while.
and should the puppeteer ever find out about your existence and zachary's relationship with you, then... be prepared for your entire life to be turned upside down, because zach won't hesitate to tear you out of your little life in society and keep you trapped in some cabin in the woods just to keep you safe from his master's will.
TIM WRIGHT — can't help but feel a bit guilty when you tell him you love him. after everything that he's been through, tim doesn't feel worthy of love. love, in general, is something that scares him now. everybody he's ever loved in some way ended up dying, and that's a weight too heavy for him to share with anyone else. just the thought of you getting hurt makes him sick, and that's the logic he uses when he cuts you off.
he completely disappears from your life. tim would go as far as to change his number, too, just to keep you from contacting him. he doesn't deserve you, you have to understand that. cutting you off like this will make you realize that he's not worth your love, and that you deserve so much better. someone who can love you back in full.
and though he cuts himself out of your life, he does keep check on you. tim doesn't want to admit it, but he truly does love you. he checks your social media every other day to see if you've posted anything new. it's the only way he can keep you close, because there's no way he'd ever allow himself back into your life.
BRIAN THOMAS — smiles like you'd just handed him the world the moment those three words escape your lips. he's pulling you into a kiss and whispering back his confession while lacing your fingers together. the two of you had been dating for a while now, and he'd been waiting for you to say those words first because he knew he loved you the moment he laid his eyes on you.
brian knows he can come on strong, and he didn't want to risk scaring you off with the overwhelming affection he held for you. he's taking everything at your pace, step by step. to any onlookers, your relationship with brian was simply perfect. the two of you resolved arguments quickly, and neither of you ever crossed any boundaries without talking to each other about it first.
so when brian disappeared, you were distraught. nobody seemed worried, and you couldn't get in contact with tim. it wasn't until jay contacted you about marble hornets that you began to get any leads on where brian might be. there was nothing that could stop you from searching for the man. not even the strange messages from some unknown number, or the occasional glimpse of a hooded man from the corner of your eye can scare you off. you will find brian. you will bring him home.
ALEX KRALIE — was in the middle of writing the script for marble hornets when you whispered those words in his ear. he'd been so focused on the project that he hadn't even realized you'd shown up. if this was your way of distracting him from work to get him to take a break, then it's working, because he finds it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than you.
your relationship with alex was something the entire crew knew about. whenever he'd get stressed on set and snap at people, jay would end up calling you to talk to him. just talking to you was enough to distract him from whatever was stressing him out. everyone thought the two of you would have a happily ever after, honestly.
you thought that would've been the case, too. but the blood on your hands tells you otherwise as you stare down at alex's corpse. you're only vaguely aware of tim behind you, and you just feel so... lost. how did it come to this? life had been so perfect. and now everyone is dead. the love of your life is dead. how are you supposed to move on from this?
JAY MERRICK — almost trips over himself when you first say those words. you say them so casually that it catches him off guard, and he had to steady himself against a wall to overcome the wave of euphoria that hit him. you two had only been dating for a few months, and he'd been wondering when the perfect time to say 'i love you' would be. thank god you said it first, honestly.
his relationship with you was, in every aspect, perfect. he never thought a silly crush on you back in college would get him anywhere, but now the two of you are buying a house together and he'd been looking at rings recently. genuinely, there's nothing in life that he could possibly ever want, not when he has you by his side. but... then alex called him.
he doesn't know how much time as gone by. he can't remember the last time he's seen the sun. it's probably only been a couple of days, but it feels like months have already passed. he's pretty sure alex is dead, and he feels like he's going to go insane. all he can think about is his last conversation with you. a promise that he'll be home soon. god, he hopes you can forgive him.
JESSICA LOCKE — feels a little dizzy when she processes your confession. her heart is racing in her chest, and she stares at you for a solid three seconds before a bright smile is blooming on her face and she's laughing. it's not a mean laugh, no, it's a relieved one. she thought that her feelings for you might have been unrequited, so to hear that they aren't? well, she just can't help but laugh at herself for being so worried.
honestly, she didn't think dating was possible after everything that happened. it's a silly thought, and she knows that, but the thought of doing anything after the apparent horrors she'd gone through... it was weird. life as a whole felt weird.
after everything she's gone through (though she still can't remember most of it), it's a breath of fresh air being able to just... enjoy a normal relationship. she doesn't have to worry about anything trying to kill her, she can just relax when you're around and laugh at your stupid jokes while watching some awful action film during movie night.
Introducing the man, the myth, the legend himself…
Dr. Damien Smiley
Shoutout V ( @uncannydevotion ) for telling me their given name for him… and for helping me design him HEHE >:3… big things. Big things.
Yea he’s weird af and not human and studies the human body in a weird ass way (through killing) BUT! He has tiny glasses with his whole fit and I want him. Need that weird man.
Wait. Scrolling through ur blog to catch up. Describe iris (ur old creepypasta oc)… ive been wantin. Wanting to draw m..morendndbdnsb I WANNA LEARN ABT EM
HELLO UHM FHDJKSFGHDS
iris is literally just. a person. as normal as you can imagine. she changes her appearance so often that she's got a different hair style and color almost every other month (do NOT ask her about hair care, she WILL cry).
she's always on the move (almost... like she's running away from something...) so every other town, she ends up changing her entire clothing style. right now she's rockin a grunge style.
i actually have a picrew of what i think her appearance is like right now that i could totally send you if you want bc i Suck at describing appearances. the horrible downside to being unable to picture things in my head i guess.
but personality wise, she's incredibly unlucky. any situation she finds herself in involving a creepypasta is solely because of her luck. a simple walk in town late at night? holy shit, she's gotta fend off jeff the killer. she stares at the trees for a little too long? a certain proxy starts stalking her. she decides to pay her sweet baby cousin a quick visit? she's suddenly enemies with a clown.
she's a bit melancholic, too. she tries keeping things lighthearted, but once a conversation lulls or if she's by herself for too long, she starts to stare off into space and there's this constant gloomy air around her. but if you were to ask her what has her so down, she'll be quick to brush you off and crack some joke to distract you.
i never fully developed a backstory for her. she had a very unstable childhood. her parents got divorced when she was super young, and it was not a pretty one. her mother got custody, and that woman was not fit to be a mother. that's like all i had for her when i first made her, and i haven't gotten around to building off of that.
Im reblogging so that i can respond and so that u can reblog with the picrew HEHE. Almost… like… she’s running away from something (lore lore lore.). SHOW ME!!!! THE PICREW !!!!!
I LOVE HER RUN INS WIRH THE CREEPYPASTA THATS SO FUNNY AND ALSO TRAGIC FHJSDHJS.
Wait. Scrolling through ur blog to catch up. Describe iris (ur old creepypasta oc)… ive been wantin. Wanting to draw m..morendndbdnsb I WANNA LEARN ABT EM
HELLO UHM FHDJKSFGHDS
iris is literally just. a person. as normal as you can imagine. she changes her appearance so often that she's got a different hair style and color almost every other month (do NOT ask her about hair care, she WILL cry).
she's always on the move (almost... like she's running away from something...) so every other town, she ends up changing her entire clothing style. right now she's rockin a grunge style.
i actually have a picrew of what i think her appearance is like right now that i could totally send you if you want bc i Suck at describing appearances. the horrible downside to being unable to picture things in my head i guess.
but personality wise, she's incredibly unlucky. any situation she finds herself in involving a creepypasta is solely because of her luck. a simple walk in town late at night? holy shit, she's gotta fend off jeff the killer. she stares at the trees for a little too long? a certain proxy starts stalking her. she decides to pay her sweet baby cousin a quick visit? she's suddenly enemies with a clown.
she's a bit melancholic, too. she tries keeping things lighthearted, but once a conversation lulls or if she's by herself for too long, she starts to stare off into space and there's this constant gloomy air around her. but if you were to ask her what has her so down, she'll be quick to brush you off and crack some joke to distract you.
i never fully developed a backstory for her. she had a very unstable childhood. her parents got divorced when she was super young, and it was not a pretty one. her mother got custody, and that woman was not fit to be a mother. that's like all i had for her when i first made her, and i haven't gotten around to building off of that.
i sacrificed precious sleep and writing time to sit and watch a cabin for 13 hours thinking they were going to announce slenderman for dbd only for it to be jason voorhees im so sick
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