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Kate time yippee!! This effect is so fun to make I love.
ticci of tobes and kate the chase the bffs hearts
The chaser beat toby up and Kate feels bad when she regains control, toby kinda likes getting beat up ig idk weirdo
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Valentines Day
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DISCLAIMER: FEM! Reader, wlw, so clingy, all sfw!!
CHARACTERS: Laughing Jill, Clockwork, Kate the Chaser, Rouge, Nurse Ann, Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Zero.
If I never see you again, I will carry you with me,
Inside, outside, in my fingertips,
On the edges of my mind,
And at the very core of who I am,
And what is left of me.
- Charles Bukowski.
(Doing all this while listening to Can’t Take My Eyes off You 🥹🥹)
Laughing Jill
She would be the happiest of them all.
Her life goes from a spectrum of grises to bright pink all because of you. She definitely connects love with all the happiness that was stolen from her.
Every memory she has of love is based on old carnivals or ancient stories, so she would most likely take you to some ultra-decorated place (probably with a Victorian style) to watch a horror show with her, or something like that.
You’d probably wake up to breakfast already waiting for you. Don’t expect a grand buffet—just a few sweet treats, accompanied by a tiny heart-shaped card with a little gift inside.
At some point during the day, she would surprise you with something made entirely by hand: a plushie she stitched herself or a box overflowing with all your favorite candies.
By the end of the day, when you thank her for everything she’s done and a smile lights up your face, every bit of effort will feel completely worth it to her. Before you came into her life, she might not have even known what Valentine’s Day was, so this would be her very first time trying to express her love after keeping it hidden for so long.
Clockwork
I feel like she’d be the most nostalgic one.
Valentine’s Day was always a holiday that challenged Natalie’s biggest obsession: time. She doesn't like remembering these dates because they prove how unalterable time is, even though it's the very thing that destroys us most.
Or at least, she didn't use to like it.
The reality is that with you, she discovered a new pleasure in living in the present, and even in wanting to freeze time, when before, it was the one thing she wanted to destroy and manipulate most.
Since her character is basically built around an obsession with time, every single millisecond counts for her. What do I mean by this? She would spend days planning what to do, how to do it, when to do it, what the perfect hour would be for this or that, etc. It would be something like: "Okay, so at 1 p.m. I get to her house, we grab a bite, take a nap, wake up at 3:15 p.m., wait for the sun to cool down around 4 p.m., go out for a walk at 4:10 p.m. so she can get ready..." heh.
As you already know, you are the cure to the constant ticking in her head.
What I meant by her being the most nostalgic is that she gives off such strong vibes of someone who would take you to very melancholy, quiet places. Probably an abandoned train station or the spot in the forest where the sky is clearest.
You would be the one doing the talking, while she would probably be leaning against a tree. The moment you go quiet to admire the scenery around you, she would take the opportunity to look at you out of the corner of her eye, completely ignoring everything else—no matter how beautiful it is.
Her gift to you would probably be a bracelet she made herself, or a watch-bracelet that would match your vibe perfectly. Or she might even have stolen something from you that you used to complain was broken, and she fixed it—maybe even perfected it.
You’d get what you want. If you wanna ice cream, she’ll give you one (even if it’s stolen, you must accept it), do you wanna flowers? She’ll give your favorites.
Kate the Chaser
Due to the isolation and chaos caused by the forest, Kate wouldn't have had any track of the human calendar. The concept of Valentine's Day felt hazy to her, like vague memories of who she was before becoming a proxy. Even so, she found herself yearning for that big day, and naturally, she would seek you out, since her need to love you is far greater than her paranoia and mental disconnection.
She definitely forgot the date.
But when she was finally with you, you'd see her super erratic and restless for having forgotten it. Then, she would switch to being extremely cuddly and clingy: she wouldn't let go of your hand for anything in the world, having no concept of your personal space. While you admire the night constellations, she would just stare intently at you, her eyes reflecting the surreal devotion she has for you.
She would without a doubt take you to an old cabin—I imagine a super ancient one that still has furniture in bad shape, but that she tried to clean up so you wouldn't find it too gross.
I feel like she would bring you a wildflower bouquet full of forest flowers, such as germander, purple cress, and Canada anemone. She would also carve something you like inside an agate: your favorite flower, your favorite animal, or simply a heart.
Most likely, when it was time to go back home, she wouldn't have wanted to. You would tell her, “Kate, it's late, I'm sleepy,” or “Kate, you're all dirty, you can't sleep in my bed like that,” and she would have stripped off whatever clothes were necessary just to be able to stay with you.
When you finally fall asleep, even though she’s the big spoon, she would wrap her arms around you as if she could build a wall between you and the outside world, her face hidden in your hair, breathing in the scent that brings her so much comfort. Your legs would be intertwined, and you could see that while she sleeps, she sometimes has little muscle spasms or makes faint guttural sounds.
Rouge
For her, Valentine's Day is not just about celebrating idyllic love, but also the peace you bring her.
Before becoming a proxy, let's remember she was engaged. She definitely still remembers more or less how Valentine's Day worked and would want to relive it with you, even if it comes off a bit clumsy now. Because she realized that she no longer has the resources to celebrate it like a human.
But since love for her is synonymous with protecting, she would make sure that for these 24 hours, nobody can touch a single hair on your head—unless it's her.
She would take you to an elevated, forgotten piece of land—like the roof of an abandoned factory in the middle of the forest—so you can admire the night together. She would look for any tiny excuse to hold you tightly by the waist, under the guise of making sure you don't fall.
Once at the top, she would give you her jacket so you don't get cold. You would sit between her legs, and she would wrap her arms around you so you can feel her warmth.
She would gift you something very practical, in fact. I know for a fact that you are one of those typical girls who say "the cold is just mental" as an excuse to go everywhere in a miniskirt. And since Heather knows this too, she would give you a leather jacket, but a very, very nice one. If it happens to have bloodstains on it, don't question her methods for getting what she wants.
Inside the jacket, there would be a little note with an intense phrase she thought of after getting the jacket that screams your name. Since she was way too embarrassed to tell you face-to-face—because she would say it with the most neutral face in the world—she decided to write it down. It would say something like:
“I love you just the way you are, with all the good you cannot see,
And all the bad you claim to have, you’re still the only one for me.”
Nurse Ann
She would put in the effort to turn a medical office into a romantic place to have dinner. Even though you'd actually end up eating in office chairs, using the desk as a table. There would be wine, champagne, and homemade pasta made by her with an exquisite red sauce.
She would be very calm and serene, though she might let slip some dark humor joke that she'd quickly try to correct. Other than that, she would make sure to pamper you and ensure you are completely comfortable.
Because she’s marked by clinical coldness, a resentment toward romance, and pain, you would see her making an exhausting effort to be in the absolute best mood now. She would take care of you by giving you massages, though with the oil and candles, you'd end up playing other games.
She would give you a perfect bouquet of roses, a super gothic cameo, along with a somewhat macabre poem, but you know that for her, it reflects her purest love:
“Under the pale moon's fading light, my shadow seeks yours in the night.
I do not fear the end of breath, for in my heart you conquer death.
If this whole world should fall apart, I'll love you from its ruined core,
And if forever truly reigns, our bed of shadows lasts evermore.”
Jane the killer
Jane experiences Valentine's Day with a fairly mature emotional clarity, but with a genuine fear that her appearance and past might disgust or scare you. Valentine's Day is the only day where she makes an effort to leave her resentment behind and focus solely on the love she has for you.
She would be so polite and respectful, but you would notice her being a bit tense with physical contact because she wouldn't know exactly what you think about the texture of her scars.
But as soon as you want to hug her and kiss her without her mask, she will completely melt inside. When you show her that you want to hold her hand even with all of her scars, you will see her transform and gain more confidence with you.
I feel like a bit like Nurse Ann, Jane improvised a dinner in some abandoned house. She pulled out your chair so you could sit down and, while you both waited for the food to cool down a bit, she gave you a small heart-shaped cardboard box: inside, it contained your favorite perfume along with a love letter.
Afterward, you both went outside to look at the stars together. I can picture her looking for asterisms with you and laughing when you can't see the original shape.
Jane walked you all the way back to your house, left you at the front door, and sealed everything with a sweet kiss. The next day, you found a box of chocolates on your desk with the phrase: "It doesn't need to be Valentine's Day to show you how much I love you. I miss you always."
Nina the killer
Valentine's Day is her favorite holiday, for me it is 100% canon.
She experiences Valentine's Day with an overflowing sense of excitement, happiness, and romance. She would make sure everything is perfect from minute one.
Even though she is a killer now, she must still have 2000s magazines about rom-coms or celebrity gossip. She must still have cassettes of her favorite singers and, with that, she still lives out the expectations of love that pop music brings. I can picture her holding onto all those teenage dreams of a passionate young love, which she simply projected when she became obsessed with Jeff, but that intensified once she recognized her feelings for you.
With all of this, Valentine's Day for her is the perfect excuse to shower you with love: playing playful and innocent inside jokes, giving you over-the-top gifts, being extremely cheesy, but at the same time expecting the exact same from you. She isn't foolish either; she would get very upset if you didn't match the energy and return everything she does for you in kind.
Most likely, you would start your day and already have some little token from her, like a romantic riddle: “What belongs to me, but only you can have?”
You would go downstairs and breakfast would be ready, but curiously, she would be nowhere to be found. At this point, a game would begin where, based on riddles, you have to get closer to different spots until you find her.
She would probably be waiting for you with the keys to a convertible, you'd get in, and she would blast the radio when her favorite songs come on (“Girlfriend” by Avril Lavigne, “Buttons” by The Pussycat Dolls, “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers, etc.). She would be a terrible driver, but you both would make it to the sweetest spot in the world to watch the night sky.
She would turn down the radio and spend a good while searching for a station that happens to be playing soft music, until she gives up and simply pulls you in to kiss you.
You would eat chocolates and sweets together while kissing.
Zero
For Zero, Valentine's Day is a holiday that directly challenges her rigid, cold, and destructive nature.
Her mind functions under a strict and obsessive logic where everything tends to be reduced to nothingness or binary concepts, but your presence is the single variable that sabotages her system. This day represents her effort to contain her urge to erase everything, allowing a space for vulnerability that she believed was long extinct to bloom.
Her current self’s deeply marked by monochromatic minimalism, a loss of identity, and a total disconnection from common human emotions.
However, when it comes to you, that obsession channels itself into a mathematical devotion: Zero doesn't know how to express love in a conventional way, so she uses her visual language and logic to try and decode your tastes, proving to you that you are the only thing she doesn't want to make disappear.
Even so, I feel like she would have a pretty punk or like grunge side to her. No matter how logical she tries to appear, there’s a side of her that is always searching for freedom through rebellion.
So, she'd take you to see some pure rock band, and what if you didn't like it? I can just imagine her going and killing an entire little fast-food stand in the middle of nowhere so you both could eat in peace without having to pay anything.
Her attitude will be distant and analytical at first, observing how you react to every single detail. However, as the day goes on and you seek her closeness, her rigidity will begin to crumble; she will become highly possessive in a quiet way, staying glued to your side and firmly intertwining her fingers with yours, as if touching you is her only way to ensure that you actually exist.
The most passionate and horny kisses in the world, she’d give them all to you.
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here she is the lady the girl the proxy that must be mention she is kate the chaser
Like clockwork.
What song would they dedicate to you?
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Disclaimer: FEM! Reader, wlw, men get tf away from here, although it’s all sfw!! It’s like an analysis abt their personality and the way they love, so don’t expect it to be short.
Characters: Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Kate the Chaser, Rouge, Zero, Nina the Killer, Laughing Jill, Nurse Ann.
(THEIR POV)
When your girlfriend is the only thing that feels real in a world where you are on the verge of collapsing because you don’t even recognize yourself in the mirror, the best thing to do is to show it to her with all the humanity you have left. You don’t care how much it costs you to control the sharp pain, or the mind control that Slenderman exerts over you—because that woman goes against every plan he has for you, and you must protect her as if she were the embodiment of the little sanity you have left (because, in a way, she is).
With a feeling that still resides in your chest regarding all the struggles you faced before becoming the killer you are now, and with that living need to feel love despite the circumstances, what better way to show it to her than with that artistic sensitivity you excelled at before everything fell apart? To prove to her that you, too, have a human heart.
Clockwork:
- “Every Breath You Take” / The Police: “Oh can’t you see / You belong to me? / How my poor heart aches / With every step you take”
“Every Breath You Take” talks about how basically hounding someone can become the most romantic thing when you miss them.
I feel that Natalie wouldn't think of it that way, but rather from a simpler perspective: she literally watches over you. In a world where she can no longer distinguish between what is real and what is just in her head, realizing that you are genuinely something real—something that can be "stolen" or "seen" by others—would awaken a primitive need in Natalie to always know that you are HERS.
You live within Natalie's memories, thoughts, and delusions. When she manages to fall asleep, she dreams of you; when she stands appreciating the forest at night, she thinks of you; when she loses herself in the blurred memories of her past, the only cure is the vision of your loving gaze.
I can easily see her, when the song comes on, pulling you by the waist to slow dance…. Her lips brush gently against your ear to sing the verses that make her think of you the most, wearing a small, satisfied smile from having you so close.
Nina the Killer
- "Sofia" / Clairo: “You know I’ll do anything you ask me to / but, oh my god, I think I’m in love with you”
“Sofia” by Clairo is literally a passionate love letter that seems to come from a girl falling in love with another woman for the very first time. She was supposed to be in love with Jeff; why, then, did she get so nervous whenever she was with you?
Nina probably spent a few days locked in her room, wondering what was happening to her and trying to explain her feelings through this song. Yet, the more she listened to it and thought of you, the more confused and flushed she became.
At the end of the day, the singer's sweet voice reminds me of her. I can picture you two just chilling, and suddenly she plays the song, grabs a hairbrush as a microphone, and starts belting it out just to make you laugh for a bit—even though every shouted lyric is a declaration of how much she loves you.
Eventually, you might even get a letter decorated by her, featuring the verses that remind her most of you now that you are girlfriends, which would probably be: “I think we could do it if we tried, if only to say, ‘You’re mine’ / Sofia, know that you and I shouldn’t feel like a crime.”
Kate the Chaser:
- “Pale Blue Eyes” / The Velvet Underground: “Linger on you pale blue eyes / if I could make the world as pure / and strange as what I see / I’d put you in the mirror / I put in front of me”
"Pale Blue Eyes," in my opinion, speaks of an unconditional love during difficult and painful times.
Even if you don't necessarily have blue eyes, the windows to your soul are the closest thing Kate has to a home. Kate doesn't need you to be anyone special in life; your mere existence and love will bring peace to a soul almost in ruins.
The stanzas I mentioned specifically speak to us about creating a new world—a perfect one for the two of you, where you can love each other without prejudice. Slenderman and the corruption he exerts over Kate don't let her live in peace, but she is willing to embrace all her pain just to keep the feeling alive and, above all, to keep you by her side.
In the song, the singer simply accepts that the world complicates their relationship, but he doesn't care, because that is what true, unconditional love is. Kate understands the magnitude of this word; therefore, if she consciously wants you by her side, it is because her love goes beyond all the things that prevent you from being together.
I imagine the two of you together, perhaps cuddled up in bed while this song plays on the radio. Her fingers, which were previously caressing your back, begin to follow the rhythm of the song. You hear her humming the melody under her breath, and her grip around you grows tighter. I can easily see her confessing that she thinks of you when she listens to it, and so that you live on in her memories, she has started listening to it more often.
Jane the Killer:
“Lovesong” / The cure: “You make me feel like I am young again / Whenever I’m alone with you / you make me feel like I am fun again”
With the stanzas I marked, I feel that Jane would be referring to all the pain she went through after her burns. Deep down, she must be very insecure about it. The fact that you make her feel young and fun again speaks to how you have the ability to practically give her back her essence and her life.
She is one of the most mature when it comes to romance; she has no trouble telling you exactly why she thinks of you when she listens to the song, how many times she plays it, and how grateful she is to you. At the same time, being one of the most mature, she holds onto this sense of devoted love and monogamy. The song is a love letter entirely willing to show everything to the other person, as if Jane could pull down the stars for you and take you to the moon.
The song commits to loving the listener no matter what happens, despite distance, obstacles, or choices. But I feel that Jane might think of you once her feelings are completely clear and, above all, once she knows you are ready for that level of emotional maturity.
I feel like you two could be quietly watching a movie, and out of nowhere, that song starts playing in the background. She, with all the calmness in the world and a hand on your waist, would say, “this song reminds me of you,” before giving you a gentle little kiss on the top of your head.
Nurse Ann
“Witches Tale” / Jah PHNX: “Blood spills cheap thrills make for great art / If you give me direction / I can find my way out of this dark”
“Witches Tale” literally screams Nurse Ann.
After such a tragic ending, where she was only searching for love from the person she trusted most, only for him to do what him did to her, she never believed she would experience such a vulnerable feeling again. She promised herself never to trust anyone ever again.
So why, if she was so foreign to love, did she find more peace in having you by her side than in killing you?
The song directly asks the listener if they somehow cast a spell on her heart, and I feel that would be something Ann would spend hours trying to decipher: what you did to her. Furthermore, although Ann obviously wouldn't feel the need to change her actions for "the greater good" of the relationship, I do feel that by your side, she would control herself a lot more, stepping out of her darkness for a few moments.
I feel that the aesthetics of this song are very much in line with her way of loving and the things she would say to you.
I can completely picture this scenario: you are just chilling when you find a small, heart-shaped box sitting on your desk. When you open it, you find a piece of her SKIN, along with a letter written in blood: “I tear my skin to keep you warm” and a very well-drawn heart, probably made with those super old pens.
Zero
“Perfect” / The Smashing Pumpkins: “We Just can’t pretend that lovers make amends / We are reasons so unreal”
"Perfect" by The Smashing Pumpkins is a 90s alternative rock song that captures that exact blend of nostalgia, melancholy, and a deeply honest devotion. For someone like Zero, whose visual and mental world is fragmented in black and white, music becomes the only bridge to express the colors she feels when she is with you.
Zero probably spent many sleepless nights, in complete silence, playing this song over and over again while staring at the ceiling. Her mind is usually a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts, but when she hears the guitar chords, all that noise stops and only your face remains in her head. It is a song that helps her arrange the puzzle of her own emotions when regular words are not enough.
The atmosphere of the song has that somewhat gritty yet deeply protective texture that fits her essence. I imagine the two of you sharing a moment alone, far from all the chaos, where she hands you one of her earphones so you can listen together in silence. While the music plays, Zero says nothing, but she holds your hand tightly and rests her head on your shoulder, letting the melody speak for her and show you that, by your side, she finally feels complete and real.
If she decided to put what she feels onto paper, you might find a hidden note among your things, written in her quick and decisive handwriting, highlighting a small poem for you: “They can pluck every flower that grows, but they can never stop the spring from being born. If you are the garden's strongest rose, no one will ever tear you from my own.”
Rouge
-“Everlong” / The Foo Fighters: And I wonder, when I sing along with you / If everything could ever feel this real forever / If anything could ever be this good again.
"Everlong" by Foo Fighters is literally a rush of adrenaline and pure love that sounds exactly like what a girl feels when she finds her safe person in the middle of a wild and chaotic life. Rouge is supposed to spend her time watching, hunting, and staying alert in the coldness of the night; why, then, did all that protective instinct completely disarm itself and turn into pure warmth whenever she was with you?
Rouge probably discovered the song by accident on an old radio station while scouting around, and she froze completely upon hearing the drums and the distorted guitar. She spent the next few days with the rhythm stuck in her head, realizing that the intensity of the music perfectly matched how hard her chest beat every time she looked at you. Although she initially tried to shake off that feeling because she didn't understand what was happening to her, she ended up surrendering to the emotion, smiling to herself in the dark upon accepting that she was hopelessly in love.
At the end of the day, the raw, passionate, and free energy of the song reminds me so much of her true essence.
I can totally picture you both in some half-abandoned parking lot, eating fast food she snagged from somewhere. In the background, coming from a pretty mediocre bar, that song starts to play. Maybe she doesn't say a word to you, but you notice how her gaze changes, softening and lighting up tenderly as she looks at you despite the darkness of the woods. You don't know if she is actually paying attention to what you're telling her, or if she's picturing you in every single verse of the song.
Eventually, on any given day, you might find an old cassette in your backpack with the name of the song written in black marker by her, right next to a slightly torn but carefully kept note where she underlined the confession that became her definitive declaration of love:
“One day, I’ll explain with every kiss I sign, why my soul trembles when your eyes meet mine.”
Laughing Jill
- “La vie en Rose” / Édith Piaf: “Il est entré dans mon cœur / Une part de bonheur / Dont je connais la cause”
(Ik it talks abt a boy, but imagine it’s abt a girl. That’s all.)
"La Vie En Rose" by Édith Piaf speaks of a devotion so magical and absolute that it is capable of bringing color back to a reality that had turned completely gray. Jill; who literally lost all her color, her joy, and her brightness after being left alone in a monochromatic world, your presence and your smile are the closest thing she has to reclaiming the spark that once defined her. Jill doesn't need the world to become the colorful carnival it used to be; your mere existence is enough to ignite a massive light in a heart that was submerged in the monotony and loneliness of its own transformation.
The verses of this song speak to us about seeing life through a rosy filter, where problems fade away when you are with the right person. The weight of abandonment and the emptiness that turned her into a tragic being won't let her live in peace, but her way of loving is based on contrast: using what's left of her artistic sensitivity to protect you from the darkness. She is willing to leave all her bitterness behind just to focus on the warmth of your affection and, above all, to make sure that her new nature doesn't overshadow your light.
In the song, the melody flows with an elegance that accepts love in an open, theatrical, and deeply sincere way. Jill understands what it means to go from a rainbow to grayscale, which is why her love is intensely protective and devoted; if she seeks you out with such tenderness, it is because what she feels for you is the only real and colorful thing left in her existence.
I can totally picture the two of you together, maybe sharing a quiet moment in your favorite spot while this beautiful song plays in the background. Her hands gently guide you to sway from side to side to the rhythm of the music. You hear her let out a soft, bittersweet chuckle before whispering the lyrics into your ear, holding you with immense delicacy. I can easily see her confessing that you are the reason her world makes sense again, and that she adopted this song because it describes exactly how you changed her reality from the moment you stepped into her life.
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DISCLAIMER: mostly of stuff here are sfw, butttt… FEM!READER, suggestive content, a lil bit of obsessive! Clockwork, uhmmmm like maybe a toxic relationship??? Idk..
It’s hard to describe Natalie. (Literally heh)
Her bipolarity kept you spinning between her most devoted love and her most hellish rejection. Yet, all your doubts would vanish—along with your tears—the moment she threw a pebble to strike your window. Your pain would quiet down whenever you heard her attempting to be poetic, comparing your beauty to that of the loveliest flowers she had ever seen in the woods.
Whenever she came across your favorite tree in the forest, she would carve your initials together. To you, it might sound romantic, and of course, it was to her too; but all her actions always carried a lingering sense of possession. Perhaps because she wanted to guard the only thing that had ever made her feel alive, regardless of her state of mind.
- In Clockwork’s canon, it is mentioned that she liked to paint (at least that’s what I read back then). She doesn’t draw, she PAINTS. She would portray every landscape in the forest… but from one moment to the next, she would feel her paintings aren’t complete unless you are in them too.
- Perhaps she paints you distracted doing something, like gazing at the scenery, playing with a little flower, running your fingers through your hair, etc. And even though you used to appear far in the background of her portraits, the truth is that now she doesn't like it at all if you aren't in the foreground. It’s as if she wants even the viewer to fall in love with you, while showing just how unattainable you are.
- She is wonderful at doing your hair and braiding it. Her own hair is usually tangled and caught with twigs from the forest, but yours? She treats it as if she were weaving a spiderweb. You struggle to keep from falling asleep.
- She is a terrible cook. I feel like you once suggested cooking something together during a sleepover, and she became obsessed with the fire in the oven. Now, every time she comes over, you have to have everything ready. Plus, I feel like her hands are very unsteady.
- She might get a bit annoyed if you like wearing miniskirts or low-cut tops. But her anger isn't really your fault; rather, it comes from remembering that you aren't just a figment of her imagination, and that other people can actually see you. It would be more about being overprotective than jealous.
- Sometimes, when you are cuddling, she likes to be the little spoon just to appreciate every detail of your enveloping skin. She memorizes moles, scars, blemishes, marks—whatever is etched onto your skin. Usually, you see her deeply focused, tracing meaningless patterns on your skin with her fingers. But inside her head, she wonders if the universe, with all its constellations and galaxies, could ever compare to the pattern of your skin.
- The softest breeze to her can feel like the coldest wind to you. Because of this, she always lends you her jacket. It has that scent so deeply familiar to her: iron (blood), dampness, some strange stain, and a hint of laundry detergent from when you offer to wash her jacket for her.
- She is literally the embodiment of the phrase “BUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRYYYY.” I mean, she sees you cry and drops everything just to be at your mercy. “Whose teeth do I have to knock out?” she asks. It might sound like a joke, but at the same time, you see her so capable of doing it so you lie to her if someone actually made you cry.
- When she knows that, because of Slenderman's hallucinations, the mind control, and the acute migraines he inflicts on her, she will be forced to stay away from you for however long it takes, she lends you her giraffe plushie. (I never understood why ppl associate a giraffe plushie with her, but it feels so human of her).
- Her kisses would be the most tender thing in the world. Some are full of devotion, like a provocation, lasting only milliseconds. Others are when she grabs your jaw and twists you to face her so she can slip her tongue into your mouth and fill you with her breath and simply her thirst. So that you always feel her kisses like a tattoo on your lips, as if your mouth had her name written on it.
- She would brings you the most beautiful flowers in the forest. Or she would brings you the most defenseless animal so you could pet it for a while and then release it back into nature.
I HOPE YOU LIKED ITTT!!!! In the comments you can ask me any characters from CREEPYPASTAS ONLY and I’ll do reactions or hcs.
Love you!!! I’m really excited of this!!!! 💓💓💓
Kate the Chaser Hcs!!
DISCLAIMER: NSFW!! MDNI!!! Kate the chaser x reader, mentions of nostalgia (childhood dog), submissive reader, no men allowed, only wlw. FEM! READER.
Sooo… let’s start.
GUYS THERE MIGHT BE SOME ERRORS!!! I wrote this at 2:30 am and I did it w/ translator, SORRYYY!!
Kate seemed to dance among other creepypastas’s opinions. Some loved her, and others didn't know the slightest thing about her.
Everyone had this opinion of believing that deep down she hated everyone, but with you? It was different with you.
Her uncomfortable silence and her penetrating bluish gaze marked you as if she were a gun pointed at her victim.
Your voice irritated her, she was irritated by everything you could tell her, your anecdotes irritated her, and how much she remembered them at night appreciating the immensity of the forest.
She still remembered the name of your childhood dog.
Wait, what was its name?
- Kate pushed those 3 damn fingers hard inside your pussy again, while the hand next to your head made more pressure against your wrist so that you don't try to move her hand away from your crotch again.
- "What was your childhood dog's name?" A hoarse voice came out, loaded with a normality towards what she was doing, and with a hint of anger if you didn't get to answer.
- You wanted to talk, you really wanted to yell at her why the fuck she was thinking that in a moment like that, but from your mouth only those pathetic moans came out that you couldn't even control anymore, in fact; you never could. You were the perfect target to make fun of for a while, but Kate wasn't for childish games now.
- "What's its name?" Kate repeated, this time more irritated, leaving annoying pauses between words. It was enough with one more thrust of her fingers inside you for the name to come out of your insides.
- “Max!” You groaned before panting and whining again with pleasure.
- This woman definitely when she eats you or when she touches you, she has to fight so that you don't lover her with your thighs between your legs. She puts every hand on each thigh and when she gives you a spasm she is ready to open them again. Who taught her to do it so well?
- It has that typical mentality of "if your vagina can't be kissed, then why does it have lips?"
- Always feel with one finger, when the rhythm is bearable she goes with 2, and when she wants to destroy you she uses 3. Sometimes she thinks about inserting 4, but understands that it can hurt.
Obviously she sanitizes her hands before putting a finger on you, she is not able to touch the beautiful woman she hates so much if she does not wash her hands. If she takes care of you, then she wants you with her for the rest of what a proxy gets to live.
- She probably denigrates you a little when she sees you so saturated, mocking you for not being able to last even 5 minutes. Although, when you overstimulate yourself, she suddenly takes her fingers out of you, cleans herself and stares at you until you calm down. While she waits, she can put a hand on your waist to support you.
- She is literally the person who least cares about your physique. She doesn't care if you're fat, extremely skinny, if you have stretch marks, if you have a lot of moles, if you have scars from anything, if your kitten is not pink, etc. Believe me when I tell you that she DOESN'T CARE.
- It's not that she doesn't care in the sense that she doesn't appreciate you, you are literally her muse in her drawings; she considers that there is no more photogenic and beautiful muse than you. What I mean is: she is obsessed with your body, and anything you have she considers it UNIQUE; with the full meaning of the word. She could even repudiate the idea that you are "perfect" or you are just like porn girls, he considers it disgusting. Why would she wants an actress when she has you?
- Although she is definitely dom, she also wants you to make her feel desired. If you are disgusted to touch her or excuse yourself that "you are too submissive for that," she will simply understand "I don't want to give pleasure to my girlfriend" and will leave.
- You both be definitely naked. Again: she doesn't want her dirty clothes to touch your glorious, almost immaculate body.
- She knows you so much by heart and knows how to read you like a book that not even 2 seconds pass and you are already a wet and noisy mess, just like she loves you.
- Surprisingly, when you both try something new she goes very slowly so that you adapt and enjoy. If it goes wrong, she will simply let you say what you want and she will fulfill it.
- Hold on to her hair, please.
- She loves to leave you hickeys, it's the closest she’s to eating you. If you tell her that you don't like hickeys in a certain part of your body, she will respect it. If you let her, she will leave you hickeys on: clavicles, waist, buttocks, hip, thighs, breasts, neck, buttocks, shoulders, did I mention buttocks?
- When you both finish and you can barely move, she’ll make you such soft caresses that you will fall asleep instantly. Maybe you couldn't even clean yourself, but don't worry because she’ll do it for you.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll do Clockwork hcs (sfw)!!!! Did you like this one??? It’s my first post!!!