Dummer Strike Back!

eyeless jack

biting.

the taste of human flesh is already something that jack likes, but even more so when it comes to your flesh specifically. it’s all about the way his teeth sink into the softness of your flesh, the taste of your blood flowing into his mouth; it’s all too delicious. however, there’s another darker side of him that relishes in the way you squirm against him, or the sound escaping your lips—the perfect concoction of pain and pleasure.

marking.

this comes alongside biting, but he enjoys owning you and branding you as his. either with the aforementioned bitemarks, or with hickeys—although he tends to bite during them, anyway—or by carving his name into you. that’s his favourite.

knifeplay.

technically, in his case it’d be scalpelplay. anyhow, he loves running his scalpel along the surface of your skin, tracing along the curvature of your body, or slicing thin lines and outlining your bone structure, especially your ribs.

bloodplay.

this goes hand in hand with knifeplay as well as biting. first and foremost, he relishes in the taste of your blood. it’s the closest he can get to tasting you without hurting you too much. however, he also likes to play with it. he’ll smear it across your skin, painting you with beautiful crimson, but he’ll also lap up your blood, then proceed to kiss you, making you taste yourself and then seeing the stains on your soft lips.

breeding.

there’s just something about him being a demon that gives him a primal urge to want to mate you, breed you, fill you with his seed and impregnate you.

creampies.

this branches off breeding, but his favourite place to cum is obviously inside you; he loves watching his cum drip out of you.

masky

dominance/submission.

frankly, tim is a freak. which will become more and more obvious as you read through this list. anyway. the most important thing for tim in terms of kinks is dominance. he wants to assert power and control over you and enforce that you’re his and his alone. he wants you to submit to him and know that you’ll do whatever he wants whenever he wants, whether you like it or not.

bondage.

tim loves bondage of all sorts. be it tying you up or using chains—he likes it all. it only adds to the power he has over you, considering you’re all tied up, helpless and at his whim. his particular favourite is chaining you to the wall, amongst others, such as tying your hands behind your back while he fucks you from behind. he loves seeing you struggle against your bindings to no avail, especially if he’s edging, overstimulating, or hurting you.

restraints.

closely related to bondage is restraints, such as gags, handcuffs, and blindfolds. they restrict or deprive you of something or another, and the simple fact that he can take that away from you, turns him on. he’s 50/50 on the gags, though, because on one hand he likes it when you can’t talk or even protest against anything he does, but on the other hand he loves hearing all the sounds you make.

edging.

he enjoys edging you, and he’ll really take it to the next level by having you restrained, unable to move or do anything to stop him as he fingers you and plays with your clit, maybe even going down on you or using a toy of some sort. whatever it is, he loves bringing you right to the brink of orgasm and then stopping just before. he’ll do it numerous times, over and over until you’re on the verge of tears and begging for him to please just let you cum.

begging.

the sound of you begging is nothing short of music to his ears. and that’s why he’ll make you do it so often. he’ll make you beg for him to fuck you, he’ll make you beg for him to let you cum, he’ll make you beg for pretty much each and every single bit of pleasure he gives you. he relishes in how powerful it makes him feel and it’s so hot for him to have you begging and pleading for him, desperate for him to allow you any pleasure at all. he loves knowing that it’s all fully dependant on him; he can control whether or not you feel good and just how good you feel. and there’s nothing you can say or do about it.

overstimulation.

when he’s finally satisfied with how desperate you are and how much you’ve pleaded for him, he’ll finally let you cum. and while it may feel good the first time he lets you, you know it’s only a matter of time before he does it again and again, until you’re once again begging and crying for him to stop, telling him that you’re too sensitive and it’s too much.

sadism/masochism.

tim not only likes to control whether or not you feel pleasure, but he also likes to do the same for pain. not only does he just like it by default, but it also closely ties into and relates to his other kinks.

spanking.

he likes spanking you. bending you over his lap and spanking you with his hand, or even a paddle or his belt. he loves making you count each and every strike, but not as much as he enjoys making you thank him for it. he likes it when you’re tied up the most so that he can watch you squirm yet unable to get away. he’ll also spank you during sex if you’re doing doggystyle. the sight of your pretty ass, nice and red with heat radiating off your cheeks, is delightful for him.

hair pulling.

tim will pull your hair, especially if he’s fucking you from behind. he also likes it when you’re giving him head, but one of his favourite scenarios is just having you bend over a counter, being able to tug your hair and make you arch your back for him as he thrusts into you.

slapping.

straight up, across the face. bonus points if it’s in combination with him pulling you up by the hair.

whipping.

most of the time, spanking, hairpulling and slapping is enough for him. however, on occasion, if he’s feeling particularly sadistic, he’ll whip you with his belt as well. he’ll use the leather for the rest of your body, but then the metal buckle for your ass.

knifeplay.

sometimes, he’ll even bring out his switchblade for a bit of fun, holding it to your throat or flicking it across your cheek lightly.

powerplay.

as mentioned, tim loves unbalanced power dynamics. this really shows itself in that he enjoys being fully, or at least mostly clothed while you’re naked. the power imbalance turns him on a lot.

pet play.

he isn’t particularly into pet play, but he indulges in some aspects of it, such as using a collar and leash on you. tim likes tugging you around with the leash, or pulling your head back, cutting off your oxygen supply while he fucks you from behind with it. he’ll also probably invest in a (human-sized, obviously) cage.

breathplay.

just like with all other aspects of sex for him, tim wants control, and what better control than having his hands wrapped around your neck?

degradation.

he’s not super heavy on this, but he’ll say things like, “who’s my slut?” or “who do you belong to?” in bed.

oral. (receiving)

tim doesn’t mind giving oral, but he likes receiving it far more. however, he isn’t satiated with a simple blow job. much like other activities, he’ll want your hands tied up behind your back, so that you can’t stop him while he has his hand wrapped in your hair, holding your head still as he brutally fucks your throat. you’d have to learn to take it, because he wouldn’t care if you were gagging or choking, it would only further arouse him if anything.

dacryphilia.

tim really gets off to you crying, whether it be from edging, overstimulation, pain, or even just when you tear up as his cock hits the back of your throat.

bonus: tim will spit into your mouth.

hoodie

corruption.

brian sees you as an angel. something pure, delicate, ethereal. while he has this nice, friendly, sweet demeanour, he knows himself that he is a monster deep down, a monster that wants nothing more than to corrupt that innocence of yours. he doesn’t necessarily want to hurt you, but he sure as hell wants to ruin you.

lingerie.

brian loves lingerie. he really likes the way the fabric clings tightly to your body, not enough to cover you but enough to accentuate your form, somehow making your already flawless body even better if that was even possible.

lace.

lingerie in general is nice, but what really gets him going is lace. white lace. not only does it look exquisite on you, it also complements your angel-like innocence, adding more flames to the fuel that is his corruption kink.

thigh highs.

technically, it doesn’t have to be thigh highs. while brian does particularly favour white thigh highs, he also likes other leggings/stockings/pantyhose, provided they’re white and sheer or with lace. he likes sheer, semi-translucent long socks, or even other items of clothing; it gives off the impression that he’s seeing something he shouldn’t be, which really turns him on. and of course, he appreciates lace socks, the ones that go up to your ankles or knees as well.

bonus points if you pair it with the lingerie.

skirts/dresses.

there’s something so feminine and delicate about skirts or dresses, especially if they’re well, white and/or with lace, that’s so sensual to him. not to mention it allows him easy access. he can just flip up your skirt or dress, seeing your cute lace panties underneath, proceed to push them aside and just fuck you…

praise.

brian will say things such as “you’re such a good girl,” “you’re taking me so well, angel,” along with incoherent ramblings of how precious and perfect you are.

oral. (giving)

he enjoys going down on you. he loves the way you taste and he gets off to your moans, the way you arch your back, the way you squirm against his face, the way your hands tangle in his hair, everything about it is just delightful for him.

ddlg.

more specifically, daddy kink. brian really likes being called daddy, and he will often call you nicknames such as ‘princess’ and ‘babygirl.’

sensory deprivation.

to be precise, blindfolds. it’s erotic, taking away your sight and leaving you in the dark, unknowing of what he plans to do next, oversensitive and gasping at his touch.

ticci toby

exhibitionism.

nothing gets toby more excited than fingering you in public, under the table at a dinner or somewhere else where people wouldn’t notice. he’ll fuck you in some alley or back of a building, a place that people shouldn’t generally notice but would depend on how well you can stifle your moans, how well you can hold back from making sounds so that nobody would know the indecency the two of you were up to. he loves how good and innocent you seem in public while at the same time, just between the two of you, you were dirty and spreading your legs for him.

degradation.

toby goes hard with the degradation. he’ll tell you things such as “you’re such a fucking slut,” “you’re my useless whore,” “you’re a worthless cumdump,” all the while he’s fucking you. he really likes the idea of using you, having you be his perfect little fucktoy, for him to do whatever he pleases with.

ps: if you beg him to use you, he’ll literally fall in love with you. no better words could come out of your mouth.

free use.

he likes having you at his disposal, ready for him whenever he wants.

begging.

there’s few things he likes more than listening to you beg; it’s just such a humiliating position for you to be in, and he loves pushing you to that point so that he can hear and relish in how pathetic you are for him.

experimentation!

first of all, toby likes a little bit of everything. spanking, choking, bondage, the list goes on. but most of all, he likes to experiment. toby loves trying new things in the bedroom all the time, be it new positions, unusual kinks, roleplay scenarios, he’ll do it all. he’s even happy to try switching roles every once in a while.

roleplay.

seriously, toby will try anything, and he loves roleplaying different scenarios with you just to switch things up.

anal.

this one relates to both experimentation and trying new things. why stick to one hole when you can have two?

toys.

his main interest is buttplugs, but he’ll enjoy using vibrators as well as other toys on you.

bonus: toby is a switch, as implied above. he’s more dominant than submissive, and if you don’t like to dominate, that’s perfectly fine with him and he doesn’t mind. however, he would be ecstatic to have you reverse the roles and tell him how much of a good boy he is.

jeff the killer

rough sex.

jeff likes it rough. he’s particularly into fucking you from behind, although his favourite position would be up against a wall. he likes it hard and rough and fast; being able to watch your curves bounce as he slams in and out of you, being able to feel your nails scratch against his back as you writhe in pleasure, and there’s nothing better than hearing you gasping and screaming his name.

knifeplay.

jeff likes knifeplay, however he’s different from jack. while he will sometimes run the blade along your skin, what he primarily likes to do is hold it to your neck during sex. he enjoys watching you tense up, as well as ultimately pressing the blade in ever so slightly just to draw a bit of blood while he orgasms inside you.  

oral. (receiving)

jeff has nothing against giving oral, he’s not super into it but he’ll do it if you want him to. however, the real treat for him is receiving. he thoroughly enjoys having you suck his dick, feeling your pretty lips wrapped around it, struggling to take in his length. he likes pulling your hair during it, guiding you and bobbing your head up and down on his member. he enjoys having you start off nice and slow, maybe even teasing him a bit, but tease him enough and he’ll get impatient and quicken the pace. he likes when you swallow, especially if you open your mouth and show him before you do it.

bonus points if you make eye contact as you during all of this. oh, and he’ll literally love you forever if you deepthroat.

ben drowned

spanking.

ben isn’t that kinky. he’s happy browsing the front page of pornhub, essentially. he’s into things such as spanking—he’ll gladly bend you over his lap, or just spanking you while fucking you doggystyle. he prefers using hands, but sometimes he’ll bring out the paddle, too. he likes the ones that leave heart-shaped marks.

pet play.

ben is kind of your average gamer boy. he likes cat girls. it’s not really that much pet play, as much as it specifically cat girls, but whatever. he likes it when you wear a pair of cat ears as well as having a cat tail buttplug, although he’s not that into anal.

cosplay.

this goes along with the cat girl thing, but ben enjoys seeing you in cosplays. to be specific, maid outfits. he would be pleased with almost any cosplay, though. nurse outfits, schoolgirl uniforms, you name it, he probably likes it.

breathplay.

choking in general is nice for him; he likes the way your neck feels in his grip, so fragile and delicate. he likes the way your smaller hands instinctively grab onto his wrist, he finds it adorable. his favourite though? the bathtub. he likes fucking you over a bathtub, with you bent over the edge, your ass nicely on display for him, the water in the tub filled up until the very brim, and your pretty little head getting pushed under the water.

other than that, ben is relatively vanilla.

slenderman

tentacles.

slender loves using his tentacles on you. seriously though, tentacles are very versatile. not only can he fuck you with them, but he can also employ them as tools for bondage. he’ll wrap his tentacles around your wrists, binding your arms. he’ll use them to pull and then hold your legs apart, spreading them wide open for him to fuck you. his tentacles are strong, strong enough to lift you up, suspending you in midair while he fucks you. he thoroughly enjoys having a tentacle in your mouth, feeling your tongue, soft and wet swirl around it, sucking on it like you would his dick. he’ll relish in that while he has another tentacle pumping in and out of your cunt, and a third one filling up your ass. he loves having all three of your holes filled up at the same time; there’s no better way to know that you belong to him entirely. sometimes he’ll even slide two in the same hole, having one pump in while the other pulls out.

so that by default includes bondage, suspension, anal, and double penetration.  

size kink.

he’s approximately two and a half metres tall, so it’s safe to say he towers over you, especially if you’re smaller. he enjoys pinning you down, taking your tiny wrists in his larger hands, lifting you up and sitting you on his cock because you’re so light, so tiny, so delicate. he just wants to stretch you out and fill you up with his length.

oral.

slender loves both giving and receiving oral. how can he resist watching you struggle to take in his length, your tiny hands on his thighs as you bob your head up and down on his dick, tearing up ever so slightly when it hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag? but of course, he loves pleasuring you as well, with his tongue, long and pointed and able to reach the entirety of your insides, all the while he has a tentacle playing with your clit, or sometimes just his hand.

dirty talk.

slender is able to communicate telepathically. that means he can say the nastiest, most unholy things to you while you’re out in public, without anyone noticing or even suspecting that anything was up. you’d have to pretend that everything is fine, while you’re out drinking coffee and he’s trying to get you all hot and bothered by telling you in detail how he would ravish you later that evening. another side of this is that he loves talking dirty in bed too, and you can hear and almost feel him speak inside your head all the while he’s pounding away at your insides.

breeding.

something about being a supernatural, inhuman being makes it so erotic for him to breed you, to impregnate you, to create a half-human baby with you. he just wants to fill you up with his seed over and over again until it’s leaking out of every hole of yours.

eyeless jack

jack is probably one of the best with feelings, even though he may not seem like it. he’s not just an expert with medical affairs, but he has also studied psychology.

so not only is he good at reading you like an open book—he can accurately guess how you feel based on your behaviour, body language, facial expressions and so on—he is also skilled at being compassionate and empathizing with you. and you appreciate it, because not only is he understanding but he’s also knowledgeable about your feelings and struggles.

it’s nice, being able to be vulnerable with jack and know that you’re in good hands

so when you’re sad, he can easily tell, he already knows without you needing to say it and that’s nice as well, it saved you the difficulty of having to initiate the conversation because he’ll ask you about it.

“what’s wrong, love?”

if you don’t want to talk about it though, that’s fine as well. jack won’t push, he won’t pry, he’ll just accept that you might have a hard time opening up about it and instead focus on just trying to comfort you.

his touch is gentle, his embrace is tender, and his care is apparent when he takes you into his arms, your head buried in his chest—if you wanted to cry into his shirt he wouldn’t mind in the slightest.

and he’ll stroke your hair slowly, running his fingers through each strand as he used his specialized hearing to listen for your pulse and your breathing, listen for it and hear it slow down to a normal pace before he’d let go.

if you wanted to talk about it though, jack would be all ears. he would calmly and patiently listen to every single one of your problems, no matter how long the list, and he’d know not to interrupt but he would still show that he was paying attention.

and if none of that was enough to make you feel better, then he’d take matters into his own hands, he’d figure out the answers to your problems.

and he’d fix them for you.

masky

tim was never good with anything delicate and fragile, which is what he considered you to be.

he was very rough, all harsh edges and blunt words. and in general, he was just a bitter, sarcastic, temperamental man. god knows how he ended up with a pretty little thing like you, but he somehow did, and now he was in very big trouble for it.

see, something had obviously upset you, because you had come home that day, and instantly tim could sense the despondent attitude you gave off. something was wrong, alright, but what the fuck was he supposed to do about it?

when something bothered him, he would usually just go for a smoke, or punch someone in the face, maybe go for a murder or two if his mood was particularly foul. but he knew that wouldn’t do, not here, not with you. you needed something else, something along the lines of care and comfort, and he was responsible for providing that.

he’d view it as a hinderance, a bother almost, but not enough to not do it or complain about it, just enough that he’d be hesitant and drag his feet a bit when he’d go over to you, awkwardly wrap his arms around you in a tender hug. he’d give you some reassuring pats on the back, before asking, in that gruff voice he always used whenever he felt uncomfortable or awkward, “what’s going on, darling?”

he wouldn’t ever say it to you, but he actually preferred it if you didn’t tell him what was happening. you telling him would mean that he would have to talk about it, something he preferred far less to simply patting your back, rubbing your shoulders and caressing your face, just simple touches in an attempt to give you reassurance and comfort of sorts.

if he did have to talk about it, he’d keep it simple.

“oh princess, everything’s going to be okay.”

he wasn’t sure if it would be okay, but fuck it, he had to tell you something, and that was better than nothing. but if it really wasn’t okay and sometimes, you’d insist on that being the case, then tim would be at a loss of what to do. at that point, he’d probably just offer to take you out to a diner, grab some pancakes and whatnot, his treat, of course.

tim really didn’t like having to deal with things like this, but goddammit, because he did in fact like you. and it was weird for him to feel this way, but at the end of the day, all of this only bothered him because he just wanted things to be okay.

he just wanted you to be okay.

hoodie

brian was an interesting guy. he was anything and everything at once. sweet and charming, sly and manipulative, soft and sensitive, the list goes on.

but what really stood out about him was just how loving and caring he could be. which automatically makes him one of the best people to go to for comfort.

key word, comfort, and not overall, because while brian was smart and cunning, he wasn’t the best at solving problems that didn’t involve manipulating someone. nor was he really the type to uh, murder anyone that hurts you. not that he wasn’t protective or anything, he was, but he just… wasn’t like that. and plus he didn’t think it’d actually help the situation, only likely make it worse.

however, he was a very good listener, he’ll pay close attention to every word that comes out of your mouth, even when it’d be unintelligible sobs and hiccups.

and this is where brian’s silver tongue came into play.

he’d know just the exact right things to say to soothe you and calm you down. he’d know just the exact right things to say to show that he understood, that you weren’t alone, and that he cared. he’s very good at just being kind and supportive. and it never failed to bring you comfort, knowing that no matter what happens, there would always be at least one person that would have your back.

so no matter how sad you are, no matter what went wrong in your life, you’d know that he’ll always be there for you. you’d know that you’d always have someone who cares, who loves you for who you are and who would take good care of you. you’d know that you were in good hands, you’d know that you could trust him and you’d just know that you were safe.

and that in some odd way, everything was going to be okay. as long as you had him, and you always will.

he’d make sure you never forget that.

ticci toby

physical pain? nope.

but toby sure as hell understood emotional pain.

if anyone had emotional baggage and trauma, it would be him, with having had a deceased sister and an abusive, neglectful father and a doormat of a mother. and of course, there was the fact that he had borderline personality disorder, making emotions all the more volatile and difficult to handle for him.

yeah, toby was an emotional wreck. so, it was easy for him to be empathetic towards whatever pain and suffering you were going through.

however, toby was kind of awkward.

he understood, he related, and he empathized, but he didn’t really know what to do with that. he wouldn’t know what exactly the right words to say would be, nor the appropriate actions to take in order to comfort you. instead, he’d crack a few jokes, make a couple sarcastic, satirical comments in regards to the situation, hoping that it’d help in some weird way. and sometimes, it would.

during the times in which that failed, though, toby had a plan b. and that was well, good ol’ netflix. yup, toby would drag you over to the sofa—cuddles and watching netflix together. 

he’s a pretty touchy person in general, but this would be on a whole other level. he’d be practically wrapped around you the way a koala would to a tree, cradling you so close to him that you’d swear he was cutting off your circulation. but it did feel nice, and you did feel cared for.

even if toby was a bit odd about it.

jeff the killer

emotions are not jeff’s forte.

in fact, he’s probably as horrible at dealing with them as can be.

honestly, he was actually a somewhat emotional person himself, a ball of bitter teen angst and hormones, but he didn’t like that at all. no, he didn’t like being that. so instead, he’d kill his emotions just like he would his victims. instead replacing anything and everything he feels with a cold, hard, and downright psychopathic exterior.

yeah, jeff really didn’t like facing his own emotions. so when he’s met with yours, well, he has no idea what to do.

yeah, you were his darling and everything, yeah, he wanted you. but no, he did not want to deal with whatever the fuck you were feeling right now, with your cracking voice and saddened sniffling sounds.

he’d decide the best thing to do would be to ignore it, and wait for it to pass. and usually, you would get over it, just like he’d hoped for.

however, sometimes there would be a rather serious problem at hand, and you wouldn’t just ‘get over it’. the issue would persist, and you would stay upset, and jeff wasn’t stupid even though he sometimes pretended to be. he’d know.

at that point, jeff would be forced to deal with it, and he’d force himself to hesitantly ask you just what was going on

when you’d tell him, he’d try to help, but his answer to almost any issue you could have would be well, violence. just kill whoever or whatever was making you upset and problem solved, right? that was his answer to anything.

if you rejected that, though, insisting that it wouldn’t actually help, then jeff would feel really forced into a corner. emotionally support you? okay, but how?

he’d be harsh, saying things like, “big deal”, “who cares”, “just forget about it” and so on. but it wasn’t with bad intentions, and it wasn’t because he didn’t care, per se. it was just the best he could manage, and his idea of trying to comfort you.

nonetheless, jeff tends to shut out his own emotions, so don’t be surprised when he does the same with yours.

ben drowned

as soon as you stepped into the home, he’d know that something was wrong, because even if he wasn’t at the front door and instead upstairs or something, he’d still see that something was wrong from your expression. maybe it was the bloodshot eyes from crying, maybe it was the puffiness or maybe it was just the fact that he knew you well enough to know your facial expressions.

but he’d have seen it right away. he liked watching the security cameras, after all.

so by the time you had made your way upstairs and into his bedroom in search for him, he’d already be waiting there with a collection of various snacks, sweets, blankets and pillows.

as soon as the two of you made eye contact, he’d ask you, “hey, what’s wrong?” and listen carefully as you explained what was going on.

now, ben was no expert with people or psychology or anything along those lines. it wasn’t the bane of his existence by any means, but he just possessed no particular talent or aptitude with it, either. so talking to him often resulted in him nodding along while providing comments such as “damn, i’m sorry to hear that”, “that really sucks”, and so on.

sure, they sounded pretty generic, but they were genuine, he meant every word he said to you because he really did feel bad for you knowing that someone or something had upset you.

ben is empathetic, but he isn’t the most sensitive person. however, he was good at being able to relate, and he liked to talk, anyway, so he’d happily discuss the situation with you, and more often than not, he would tell stories of his own of similar events, in order to help you feel less alone in your struggles

of course, all the while he’d be offering you the snacks he had gathered, wrapping you up in blankets and snuggling up with you. he’d ask if you wanted to put on a show, or play a game—he’d even let you win, he was nice like that—anything to distract you from your sadness.

ben may not be psychiatrist material, but he was a good friend, and an equally caring partner.

slenderman

did i say jack was the best with emotions?

slender might contest that, actually.

after all, the eldritch entity has been alive for centuries—he has such a vast array of knowledge, especially about humans. from the first days of psychology, to freud, to modern day science, he’s seen and read it all.

he’s very interested in and knowledgeable about how humans behave, so it’s no surprise to him, only a shame when he sees you sad, something clearly on your mind.

and to be completely honest? slender didn’t even need to learn psychology, after all, he could literally read minds, he was telepathic. so, the second something is wrong, there’s no hiding it from him, he knows. you wouldn’t have to talk about it, you wouldn’t have to say a word, the second you got near his presence he’d be able to read all your thoughts and he’d be able to assess the situation.

of course, he always gave you the option to talk about it if that’s what you wanted to do. just because he already knew didn’t mean that he minded listening to you say what was on your mind, still. he could offer an ear to listen, always.

but since there was usually not the need for that, he’d just move to take you into his chest, wrapping his long, slender arms around you. while he was holding you, he’d let out his tentacles, each of them doing their own task of comforting you. one tangled in your hair, smoothing it out, one cupping your cheek, stroking it, another patting your back to soothe you, and the rest just wrapped around your body alongside his arms, giving you a sensation of being cocooned.

as he was comforting you, he’d have assessed the situation already, and would have figured out what the correct solution would be. and once you felt okay enough, and he would know exactly when that was, he’d tell you his thoughts, or he’d unwrap himself from you and excuse his presence. he’d leave to go and do whatever he needed to in order to make things better.

eyeless jack

jack isn’t really the type to ‘seek’ out human interaction. in fact, he actively goes out of his way to avoid it. after all, he was a flesh-eating monster.

what would he want with a measly human?

and it wasn’t like humans would want to be around him either.

a blurry picture of his mask was plastered all over the news with headlines saying something about a ‘kidney stealing cannibal’. they didn’t have a nickname for him, not yet.

anyway, imagine his surprise when he sees you out walking alone at night, past curfew. were you stupid or were you just that brave?

for some odd reason, this piqued his curiosity. he usually wouldn’t care. unless it was murder, he wanted nothing to do with humans, but something about you made him want to know more.

maybe it was the hint of tears that glistened on your delicate skin. maybe it was the perfume you wore—oh how you smelled drove him crazy.

you hadn’t noticed his presence; you were too caught up in your own thoughts. the truth was that you were going home after a heated argument with your boyfriend.

he didn’t know that, though. and so, he decided to find out. he tracks your scent, following the trails of it until he finds where you were coming from.

he hears your boyfriend talking on the phone, complaining to someone, probably a friend about the argument the two of you just had. he had sent you home, alone, despite the clear danger just lurking around the corner.

you weren’t stupid, nor were you brave, you were just unlucky.

so was your boyfriend though, because soon enough, he was no longer breathing. jack carefully harvested his organs, as well, but that wasn’t why he died. he died because he had willingly put your life in danger, and something about that did not sit well with jack.

but you wouldn’t know.

you wouldn’t know because he had already made his way to your house, covered in the blood of your former lover. police hadn’t been alerted of the crime yet, he was a stealthy killer, unlike some others. stealthy enough to climb up and through your unlocked window, stealthy enough to remain hidden in your bedroom, patiently waiting.

patiently waiting for you to finish your tv show downstairs and get to bed.

patiently waiting for you to become his, and his only.

jack smiles as he twirls the needle full of sedative in his clawed hands.

oh, you wouldn’t know a thing.

masky

you were the new waitress at the local café, and tim had been going there for a long time. he really liked his coffee.

so when he asks for his coffee today—black, of course—and notices that you’re the one serving it, he finds his heart stopping.

he takes you in, you’re so pretty with the way you smile at him and your voice is like music to his ears, your laugh the soft jingle of bells. he catches a whiff of your scent and you smell so delicious, so delectable.

he sees the way your cheeks flush as you notice that he’s staring, blushing at the attention you’re suddenly given, and he can’t help but grin.

he knows then, that he wants you.

but he doesn’t say it, he doesn’t do anything besides order his coffee. you bring it back, and he sips it slowly, the thought of you plaguing his mind.

no, he doesn’t just want you, he needs you.

and so he waits outside the café, until your shift is over, following you home that day. and the next. and the next. he memorizes your daily routines and your work schedule, taking note of who you talk to, who would notice if you went missing.

you’re all he can think about, the only thing on his mind for the next while. as he watches you while you work, interacting with you ever so often. he can’t get enough of you, and oh he just can’t wait until you’re all his.

sometimes, while you’re working, he spends his time at your home, sifting through your drawers, digging through your laundry. finding your panties and picking them up, bringing them to his face and inhaling your scent.

he doesn’t want to wait any longer. he needed you and he needed you now.

he’s gathered enough information about you from his time stalking you, especially knowing when the best time to take you is. you don’t even realize what’s going on when he comes up behind you, bringing his crowbar down on your head.

it’d be fine to rough you up a little. after all, he’d have all the time in the world to fix you up afterwards.

but it’s okay, he’s made sure to take your favourite things with him.

you’ll settle in nicely, whether you wanted to or not.

he’d make sure of that.

hoodie

brian was a patient man. patient, cold, and calculating. but the one thing he hadn’t accounted for, was his feelings for you.

you were the new librarian at the library he frequented, and the first time you met, you had accidentally bumped into him, dropping your books. he heard your instant panic, gasps, and squeaks of ‘sorry’ as you scrambled to pick up your books. he found that cute, sure, but then when he bent down to pick up a book for you and his hand brushed against the soft, smooth skin of yours, he felt something different ignite in his chest.

he wasn’t sure what it was, but he was curious enough to find out.

he’d watch.

he’d watch you through your windows, or even from inside your house. you’d think you had locked everything, but he always had a way to get past them.

he’d watch you as you showered, blissfully unaware of his presence. he’d watch you as you changed, as you did your mundane everyday tasks. he’d keep watching, observing, making note of everything about you.

what was your favourite food? what did you like to do first thing in the morning? did you prefer coffee or tea?

of course, he’d watch you at work too. he loved the way you smiled at him as you greeted him good morning, chatting with him about something frivolous but those moments were so important to him. he loved the innocent look in your eyes, and he savoured it, because he knew that it wouldn’t last for long.

he could watch you like this for months without you noticing anything was off.

after all, brian really did have the patience of a saint. but brian was no saint, he was far from it

because soon enough your blissful ignorance would be torn away from you, and so would any semblance of a normal life again.

ticci toby

he hated you.

he decided that from the very first day he met you.

toby felt nothing, ever.

he didn’t feel pain. he didn’t feel much sadness, nor most other normal emotions, save for glee. and that was only when he murdered his victims.

but you, you made him feel something different. something dark. something sinister. he could feel a tiny thing inside his chest, twisting and turning, growing larger and larger with each passing day.

just what was that feeling?

he didn’t recognize it; it was foreign to him. it was interrupting his daily tasks; it was causing him to get sloppy with his work.

this was bad. how could you, just a normal ordinary girl cause him to feel this way? how could he allow you to have control over his emotions, without you even being aware of it?

no, he had to stop this all at once.

but how?

he decided then that he would take you. he would take you, and he would study you. and he would figure out just why you made him feel the way he felt.

and oh, he’d make you suffer for it.

jeff the killer

jeff was neither a loser, nor a lover. he was a psychopathic serial killer—a murderer.

he did whatever he pleased, and he got away with it. that’s how it’s always been for him, and you were no exception.

he saw you through your window on one snowy night as he was taking a walk, the frosted over windows not fully blurring over your face as you put on your makeup.

who did makeup at midnight during winter holidays?

but you had a party to attend to, a pre-christmas party with your university friends.

jeff observed you carefully from outside your window, observing and analyzing each of your individual movements.

how cute.

he hadn’t thought of people in this way for a long time, but just seeing you spurred some neglected feelings of lust and desire within him. when he noticed that you were finishing up and about to leave, he made his way into the perfectly positioned bushes surrounding your home. peeking from behind the leaves, seeing you in person just made him realize how breathtaking you were.

he had it confirmed then, that you were what he wanted.

so he rises up from the shadows, slaps his hand over your mouth, effectively muffling any of your screams, and begins dragging you back into the bushes where he came from.

you struggle and flail to no avail, it just excites him more. he liked it when his prey was feisty.

but no, you weren’t just his prey, you were the one for him, and you’d soon know it.

you never made it to the party that night.

ben drowned

another day, another fool that goes on cleverbot to try to talk to him.

he wonders just what they’re thinking—if you knew something was dangerous, why would you try to mess with it?

most of the time he doesn’t bother too much, he just sends them a virus and moves on with his day. but sometimes he’ll satisfy his urges and thoroughly enjoy traumatizing some poor victim for life.

today was one of those days, but when he looked through your camera and saw you, he was stunned. you were exquisite.

oh, ben was stuck in a teenager’s body, but his thoughts and... lusts had matured much past that.

so you wanted to talk to ben drowned?

he’ll grant you your wish.

you notice that your computer has begun glitching. tabs pop in and out. it freezes. it lags. it’ll even show you the blue screen of fucking death every once in a while. during those times, you’d notice the word BEN spelling itself over your screen. you’d only catch it for a brief second, and then it’d disappear as if it was never there to begin with.

but you were nevertheless terrified, and you couldn’t deny it.

you had been stupid. you had been morbidly curious. you did try to look for him, after all. christ, you even typed ‘hi ben :3’ into goddamn cleverbot.

but you must’ve bit off a lot more than you can chew, because all of a sudden, the room temperature drops, goosebumps break out over your skin, and it’s no longer a game.

your computer was talking to you, and you swear you weren’t crazy.

you feel a pair of cold hands slide around your neck from behind, and they squeeze at the sides, restricting the blood flow to your head.

soon you’ll fall unconscious, and ben will take you with him.

you’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?

slenderman

many, many people pass by the forest, pass by where he resides.

he looks at each and every one of them with a watchful eye, but they usually don’t hold his attention for long.

sometimes, a child or two will go missing in his forest. of course, it’d be because of him. he needed something to feed from, after all, and adults just didn’t cut it for him.

so why, then, was he so interested in you?

you weren’t a child; it surely wasn’t for food.

what else could it be?

ah, but it could only be one thing—the centuries old, eldritch being has finally found attraction in someone. in all those years of apathetic existence, for the first time he felt something in his heart, and it was for you.

he felt conflicted, at first.

just what was he supposed to do with a fragile human like you?

all he’d ever known was to instill fear into his victims, but he didn’t want to scare you. he wanted you to feel the same beautiful feeling that he felt towards you, for him. so he wouldn’t terrorize you. he wouldn’t give you any headaches, any static, any nosebleeds.

he wouldn’t cause you any pain, nor the slightest hint of discomfort. only turn the lights off as he faded everything to black, catching your falling form in his long, outstretched arms.

your next walk in the forest turned out to be your last, but it’s okay.

he’d keep you safe, he’d keep you happy.