sayokieri

bloody painter bf hc’s

1. prefers quality time

helen isn’t the biggest fan of physical touch nor gift giving. however, he does appreciate it when you sit in his art room while he paints. it’s not even that you guys have to be talking—just being in the room with him is enough. he enjoys not having to put up a show, having to act all lovey dovey on you and doting you all the time (he will do it sometimes).

2. sympathetic to you

helen is an apath, he really do not care. so, expecting him to show empathy towards you or even anyone for that matter is large order. even for you, he struggles. but, at least, he shows sympathy. sure, he’s not gonna completely understand why you’re crying over spilt milk but he’ll wipe away your tears and silently grab a rag to help you clean it up.

3. you’re his muse

you’re the first person he’s ever allowed to get this close to him without his intention of killing the person later. so, instead of turning your body parts into art, he paints you. when he’s in his room at the mansion, missing you, he likes to take out his notebook and sketch you from memory. you’re always baffled on how he can perfectly capture you on paper. he simply smiles in response.

4. bottles up his feelings

he isn’t the person to come to you when he’s upset or if you’ve done something to offend him but there are some signs! most of the time, helen thinks his sneaky because no one has ever noticed before (on the account that no one really cared 😢😭), but he acts like a big grumpy cat. he’ll glare at you from across them room when he thinks you aren’t looking then promptly avert his gaze when you feel his eyes on you. he’ll often give you the silent treatment, only answering with grunts and nods. the first time you asked him what the matter was, he was shocked. after a few minutes of trying to get him to open up, he finally answered. turns out, he was mad that you took down a sketch of you that was on the fridge—you promptly put it back.

5. night owl and drags you into it

he frequently stays up and it’s not even because he’s working on a project. rather, his brain is too restless for him to sleep. in these moments, he sometimes asks you to watch a movie with him. it’s early in the night, and you agree. but then, one movie turns into two, then three, and by the fourth one you’ve either passed out on his shoulder or on the arm rest of couch. only then does he look at the time and rub his eyes before picking you up and putting you to bed. majority of the time he’ll join you in bed, as he falls asleep faster with you. sometimes though, he’ll put on another movie and finish watching the movie you fell asleep during with you tomorrow.

6. domesticated lover

helen doesn’t really know how to show affection to someone and they only affection he’s ever wanted was from his parents. thus, he believes you’d want the same(only at first though). in the beginning, he would cook you breakfast every morning he could. if he couldn’t that day, after finishing his tasks, he would come and wash any of the dishes left in your sink and even (somehow) clean the whole house while you were asleep. when he sleeps over, he makes sure to fluff your pillows and securely tuck you in for bed before sliding in next to you. in an attempt to return the favor, you helped him wash all of the paintbrushes. when he found them dried on a towel when he visited you again, he stood there staring at them for a moment before appearing behind you and awkwardly giving you a hug.

(Continuation of KNIGHT IN EMERALD ARMOR!)

Despite the fact that your body and face were heating up, a blush creeping up your neck, you noticed that BEN’s hand trailed from your hair to your neck. His cold palm pressing nape of your neck.

You squirmed. “You’re cold,” you mutter.

Ben grinned, his hand hand now trailing to your cheek, caressing it. “Wanna warm me up?”

His smile turned suggestive, tilting his head to the side as his hair fell over, covering one of his eyes.

-

Both you and BEN had left the party shortly after that. BEN invited you to his house, offering a few rounds of Tekken as an incentive. You took it–it was one of your favorites after all. On the way there, BEN’s hand found yours. He held it gently for the majority of the walk home, other than a few squeezes here and there. You reciprocated the hand holding, your mind off somewhere else, replaying that kiss.

“You think you’re gonna win?” BEN eventually asked, his boots clinking against the sidewalk.

This pulled you from your mind and you nodded, a confident smile on your face. “Yup,”

He grinned (once again) to himself. “If you’re so confident, let’s up the stakes.”

You turned towards him, cocking an eyebrow at him. “The stakes?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “The loser has to kiss the winner. Sounds fair?”

Being the competitive person you were, you nodded eagerly, not realizing that you were playing right into his trap.

–

You and BEN arrived at his apartment shortly after. He led you up to his room where you kicked off your shoes and sat on his bed criss-cross-applesauce as he started up his PlayStation. He tossed you controller before sitting down at the foot of the bed, his head resting against the mattress.

“You ready?” BEN asked, selecting Tekken and setting it multiplayer.

You hummed in response.

You both selected your characters and began the game. It was clear that BEN wasn’t really trying. You won the first round, he won the second and in the third round BEN had just started dodging your attacks. His health was lower than yours and the rounds are only a minute long so you ended up winning by default.

Nonetheless, you pumped your arm up in victory, cheering as you fell back on the bed, laughing. This had been your first time beating him, after all.

You were so engulfed in your cheering and teasing jabs at BEN that you didn’t notice him standing up and leaning over your head.

“I guess it’s time for your reward,” BEN said, staring at you intently. “Can I?”

Forgetting what the bet was entirely, you laughed, sitting up on the bed. “You seem to be keen on getting your punishment,”

BEN shrugged, crawling onto the bed, making you shift to the other side.

“Can I?” He repeated.

You nodded.

BEN leaned in and pecked at the side of your mouth, his impossibly dark brown eyes staring at you as he did so. You squeaked, subtly jumping back on the bed.

BEN looked confused–and a little upset. “Trying to back out of the bet?”

The memory came back to you then, and your face flushed red. You hesitantly shook your head, no.

BEN’s brows furrowed. “You sure? I’m not gonna force you or anything–”

“I’m okay,” you swallowed.

BEN nodded and crawled towards you on the bed, continuing on with what he had started. He began prickling the corners of your mouth with his own, testing you once again. You shut your eyes tight, your body feeling a bit fuzzy. The corners of BEN’s lips quirked up as he began kissing your lips. This continued on for a few more moments and BEN grew frustrated over the fact that you wouldn’t open your mouth.

Frowning, he placed a hand on your waist and shocked you with a small volt of electricity, you yelped, thinking he had shocked you. BEN then led with his tongue, invading your mouth once again. Fortunately for him, the sweet taste still lingered in your mouth. Your hands moved from your side to BEN’s shoulders, your finger tips gripping against the costume.

Mouths still connected, he pulled you closer to him to the point you were sitting in his lap, chests fleshed against one another. At that point, he pulled away, a glint in his eye as he watched you desperately gasp for air. BEN leaned forward, latching at your jawline. He lapped at your skin, sucking at it. You moaned, squirming in his lap and subsequently grinding against him. He groaned against your skin, his arms tightening around your waist.

“Anxious for more, hm?” He slurred.

–

At this point, BEN was in between your legs, kneeling on the ground. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at him, your eyes lidded and your lower half bare, your pants and underwear discarded to a corner. He pulled at both sides of your labia, staring intently at your pussy. You blushed, your legs quivering.

He looked up at you, his eyes full of desire. “You okay?” He asked.

You nodded, your face red.

“Nevours?” You nodded again.

He chuckled, his other hand caressing your upper thigh. “Don’t be, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

He began peppering your inner thigh with kisses in an attempt to calm you down. After a few moments of this, he pulled away and swiped your clit with his tongue. You squealed, your legs closing on his head swiftly before opening again.

BEN laughed, staring up at you with amusement on his face. “You’re jumpy, first time?”

You hummed, looking away, embarrassed.

He smiled gently. Reaching up, he found your hand and interlaced it with your own. “Relax,”

He dove back down, continuing to lap against your pussy, simultaneously trying to pleasure you and using his spit as makeshift lube. Though, it wasn’t necessary. You were already quite wet from the kissing. You shivered, biting down on your lips to hide your moans.

You gasped, feeling his finger pushing inside.

“BEN–” you moaned.

He hummed, pumping his finger in and out of you. You whimpered, your hand squeezing BEN’s. He leaned his head against your thigh, angling his head so he could easily lick your clit like some dog. He groaned in your pussy, feeling his hard-on pushing against the fabric of his boxers and pants.

“You taste so good, baby,” he slurred, his eyes closed in pleasure. “I might just cum from eating you out.”

Sticking another finger in, he began kneading them inside your pussy, his fingertips now rubbing against your walls. You hunched over, letting out a moan.

“Ngh, B-BEN,” you whined, your eyes lidded.

“More?” He teased, “I hear ya.”

He stuck another finger in, pushing his fingers down to his knuckles before pulling them out and doing it again and again. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his head. He laughed again, his breath tickling against your pussy,

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you breathed.

BEN hummed, “Go ahead.”

You convulsed, your hand squeezing his as you climaxed. He continued to pump into you, now slowly and you came undone all over his fingers. His rhythm came to a stop as he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked clean.

You are working at a Haunted House during halloween for some extra cash. Jeff, who was desperately trying to do anything but following slenderman’s orders, was also working there for fun. I mean, why not use his face to scare people? He was one of the main attractions; he kind of acted like a freak in a freak show with his appearance and all.

Unfortunately, you never had the pleasure of meeting the star considering you worked concessions while he worked in the main attraction. Not once in the month of October did you bump until this guy.

Until, one day, you get a message from your boss saying that the janitor is sick and can’t make it. Subsequently, you are the one who now has to clean the aftermath of your scared customers. Taking a broom, dustbin, and black trashbag from the back of the stand, you made your way inside the haunted house, sweeping at the discarded popcorn and plastic wrappers left on the ground. You sighed, they could at least finish their snacks before they went in. You rounded the corner, intent on trying to sweep up every last kernel when…

“Boo!” Jeff screamed, jumping out from behind the wall.

He came at you with (what you presumed to be) a prop knife. You stepped back, startled. However, the expression on your face remained stoic–unnmoving. You didn’t even look away, neither did you scream in surprise. In fact, you snorted, stepped around him, and continued rolling along the kernels with your broom.

Jeff stared at you as you went around him, his eyes unblinking (duh). He was, to put it simply, utterly confused.

Usually, if people weren’t scared, he would at least elicit some type of negative reaction. For example, someone the other day had winced when they saw him. Last week, when he posed as a statue and customers began analyzing his face to which they said “he had potential but would remain a Sub-3 if he didn’t start bonemashing and ascending,” to which Jeff understood nothing of (but got the gist that they were calling him ugly).

Out of all the reactions he’s ever gotten to his face, nobody as ever… laughed at him.

At this point, he had been standing in that same spot for quite awhile before he finally whipped his head around towards the direction you were headed and jogged to catch up to you.

“Wow, not scary enough for you, huh?” Jeff started, now standing beside you as you grabbed a crumpled soda can.

You shrugged, standing back up and throwing the can in the bag, “Maybe I'm just not 5-years-old.”

Jeff gasped, covering his mouth with his hand, feigning offense. “Wow! That’s rude. That trick has scared grown men into screaming like little girls.”

You looked at him, your eyebrows cocked as if saying you didn’t believe it. “I guess, bro.”

You continued on sweeping and throwing away more and more trash as Jeff continued to engage you.

“You don’t believe me?” Jeff asked, absentmindedly leaning down and picking up a plastic water bottle and throwing it in your bag.

“Well, not really,” You admitted.

“Why not? Is my face not scary to you?” Jeff huffed, showing his annoyance.

You turned to him, an unimpressed expression on your face. “It kind of takes the magic away from the fear when I know this is a costume.”

Jeff erupted into laughter, his shoulders shaking as he did so. “A costume?” He repeated.

You nodded, even though you knew the question was rhetorical.

Jeff leaned forward, his face a few centimeters from yours. “Take a good look, do you think makeup can replicate leathery skin?”

“Well, yes actually,” you stepped to the side, freeing yourself from Jeff’s intrusion in your personal space.

Jeff leaned back, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Why don’t you touch my skin then, see if it’s real?”

You tilted your head. “You want me to touch your face with my dirty hands?”

Jeff shuddered, immediately shaking his head. “OK, maybe not my face.”

He put his hand out, asking for a handshake. “Maybe I should introduce myself, I’m Jeff.”

You told him your name before reaching out and shaking his hand. His hands were cold–maybe because it was late at night, but that wasn’t the only thing you noticed. His palms were dry–sand paper dry. The top of his hand however felt taut, smooth yet patchy in some areas.

You pulled away. Jeff noticed the fear in your eyes, sparking delight in his own.

“Your hands…” you muttered.

Jeff’s smile widened.

“They’re so dry, oh my gosh.” You said flatly.

Jeff sucked in air as he froze. You shivered, turning away from him and, once again, continuing on with cleaning the haunted house.

–

The next morning, you walked into work like a zombie. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and you weren’t ready to deal with the copious amounts of kids and teenagers that would send anyone spiraling. You walked into the concession stand, walking towards the back where your locker was. You pulled your hood out of the locker and pulled it over you.

Momentarily, you were blinded as the sweater passed over your head. As you pulled it down, you were greeted with Jeff right in your face (again).

After a beat of silence of you both holding eye contact, Jeff whispers “boo.”

“Tough luck,” You responded, stepping past him towards the front of the stand. “Maybe next time.”

Jeff sighed, pretending to be defeated. “Definitely, next time,”

“Anyway,” Jeff started after a few moments of silence, “I did some research.”

“Research?” You repeated, concerned.

“I bought lotion,” He announced, pulling the EOS vanilla cashmere hand lotion out of his pocket, displaying it to you in his palm, before putting it back into his pocket.

You blinked once, then twice.

“Gosh, you’re weird,” you muttered.

“That’s rude,”

You rolled your eyes, “I’d say you barely helping me clean up last night was rude.”

“You said my skin was dry,” He rebutted. “Would you help someone who said that to you?”

You hummed in amusement, laughing despite yourself.

He grinned, “maybe instead of screaming in fear, your laugh.”

“You must be scary then,” you played along.

Jeff then laughed too, not as loud as yesterday’s but it sounded more carefree.

You guys stood there in awkward silence before Jeff cleared his throat. “Well, I guess I should get going to my station, huh?”

You nodded, but before he could take a few steps away, you called out to him. “Actually, can I have some lotion?”

Jeff immediately turned back, pulling the lotion out of his pocket and attempting to squirt some into your hand.

A smile pricked the corners of your lips. “You haven’t opened it, have you?”

He scoffed, unscrewing the cap of lotion and peeling the sealing away before putting the lotion on your hand.

You shrieked, laughing a bit. “That’s too much!”

Jeff rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he put the cap back on, shoving the pack into his pocket. You tried rubbing the lotion into your hands, but as you had expected, it was too much.

You held your hands out to him. Jeff looked at you confused before giving you a double high-five.

You laughed, Jeff’s face flushing red (pink?) in embarrassment.

“Here, your hands are extremely dry, you need all you can get it,”

Jeff scoffed, but he placed his hands in yours, swiping the excess lotion from your palms and rubbing them into his own.

“Hopefully your knife doesn’t slide out of your hands,” you teased.

Jeff grumbled, turning his head and walking away (stomping).

–

Closing time came faster than you expected–and you weren’t complaining.

Your manager comes through, tossing you the keys, “Hey, make sure to lock up tonight,”

You nodded. He was heading for the door before he suddenly remembered, turning around to look at you with his hand resting on the handle. “Oh, can you go check on Jeff? He hasn’t left his station since he went in.”

You shrugged, placing the keys on the table before making your way towards the haunted house.

You stayed slightly on edge, expecting him to jump out at you once again. Thankfully, the janitor was feeling better and came today, so the floors were almost pristine. There wasn’t even a spill of soda to make your shoes squeak with every step.

“Jeff?” You called out, halfheartedly.

You found yourself becoming more anxious, your confident strides turning cautious and slow.

“If you’re trying to scare me again, better keep tight hold of your knife. You might not be used to the feeling of hydrated hands,” you called out.

You heard a small squeak further within the mansion. A chill went up your spine. You swallowed, continuing on. You rounded that same corner from last night and found Jeff.

His white hoodie had small splatters of blood. The sleeves of his sweatshirt and pulled up, his pale arms drenched in the red substance. A knife laid next to him, a severed hand just ahead of him.

Jeff caught your gaze from the corner of his eye, he looked startled, but quickly composed himself.

You stood there frozen as he moved to stand, him secretly pulling the knife behind him. “Before you say anything… this isn’t what it looks like.”

You swallowed. “This is exactly what it looks like.”

He chuckled, taking a step towards you, pausing, then rushing at you with the knife over his head.

Your body reacted immediately–and the first thing you did? Kick him in the crotch.

Jeff doubled over, the knife falling to the floor as he did as well.

“Ouch,” he whimpered.

You were about to wind up your leg and kick again before he frantically backed away, wincing in pain. “Woahwoahwoah! I’m joking–it’s a joke!”

You froze, just for a second. You walked closer to him, like a predator stalking its prey and got prepared to kick him again.

“I was just trying to scare you!” He admitted frantically.

He reached for the “severed human” hand, waving it in front of you. It was made of silicone–a fake, a prop.

Still, you weren’t convinced. “And the blood?”

“Fake blood!” He stammered. “We have enough here to satisfy an artificial vampire for years!”

“Oh,” you exhaled.

–

Eventually, the pain from his crotch dulled and you helped him clean up the blood from his hands in the bathroom.

As you locked up the compound, you turned to him.

“Eventful night, huh?” You said, pulling the key from it’s socket.

Jeff sighed, defeated. “Still didn’t get you to scream though,”

You laughed, turning on your heel as you made your way towards your car. Jeff followed.

“You’re walking me to my car?” You asked, tilting your head and looking up at him.

He nodded. “It’s almost midnight. Not safe for someone like you to be walking alone,”

You hummed, “You afraid that someone else is gonna scare me?”

“Yes actually.” You laughed.

Unlocking your car, you slid into the driver's seat, closing it but rolling down your window to continue to speak with your coworker.

“Don’t worry, I’m not planning on screaming anytime soon.”

He tilted his head, his hair falling over his shoulder as if to say “really?”

“Especially if you’re the one scaring. Sorry to disappoint.”

He leaned down to your level, shaking his head with a playful smile on his face.

“Meh,” he shrugged. “What would really leave me disappointed is you leaving without giving me a goodnight’s kiss.”

You felt your body heat up, you shifting in your car. “And, if I disappointed you again?”

“I won’t be able to sleep, then you’ll lose your main attraction–then you won't have any lotion and–”

You laughed, cutting him off. “Alright alright, can’t lose my paycheck, can I?”

You gestured for him to come closer. He obeyed, an even bigger smile on his face.

He closed his eyes and you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, allowing them to linger for a few moments before you pulled away.

“At least your lips are smooth–they taste like cherry,” You commented.

He rummaged through his pocket pulling out a cherry flavored ChapStick. “Do you want another taste?”

“proofread your fics for grammar mistakes”

1. Low Libido

Toby is the type of person to feel things deeply and on larger scales—therefore he isn’t the type of person to have sex quite often. In fact, his libido is quite low. This can be attributed to his insecurities, anxiety and his internal struggles with allowing himself to become vulnerable with you. However, whenever he is in the mood for it he can go multiple rounds (make up any number you like), with his increased stamina and all.

2. Overstimulation Kink

Toby can’t feel pain whatsoever, a very powerful emotion and sensation. So, he often chases pleasure instead. Since he can’t feel the pain of being overstimulated, he finds himself continuing to thrust into you several moments after he reached his high. To him, the sensation of the pleasure blooming from his lower abdomen and his eyes rolling back into his skull is better than anything that he’s ever felt, and that’s thanks to you.

3. Positions

His favorite is most likely spooning. Being able to hold and caress your body as he brings the both of you to the depths of pleasure as well as your climax is heaven for him. Being around you generally helps control his tic’s, even more so touching you. The only downside is that he can’t see you too clearly from that angle (at least he can hear you). Other positions he might like are cow girl–never reverse though. Again, the near sight of you is calming to him. He wants to be able to see every expression on your face, the way for face contorts and stretches when you moan. In fact, he’d love to have that image burned into his retinas if possible. Along those lines, he probably enjoys missionary and butterfly.

4. Before-care (foreplay)

The general consensus of Toby is that he’s a munch. Along with that I feel like he would enjoy foreplay–maybe even more than the act itself. Sometimes he gets so into the act of peppering kisses all along your abdomen that he forgets there’s something that’s supposed to come after it. If you’re AMAB, he likes to take your full length in his mouth, coiling his tongue around it. He’s especially careful about his teeth (no he’s not going to give you straight teeth). If you’re AFAB, he enjoys fingering you while lapping at your clit (he knows where it is!!!).

5. Marks? Yes, no, maybe so?

Since he can’t feel pain, I don’t see a particular incentive as to why he would like it but I don’t think he would mind if your nails dug into his arms or shoulders for support. If anything, maybe it would become a game to see the aftermath of his body after he’s done with you. If the marks are still there days after, he likes to run his fingers over them, feeling the indent that you left. If Toby were to leave marks on you they would not be purposeful. I feel like he would get lost in the sauce and get carried away when kissing your body and end up giving you a few hickeys here and there. Though, he does freak out afterwards and begins to apologize through his tics and stutters.

6. Aftercare