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Pairing (in that order): Jeff the Killer x Reader, Ticci Toby x Reader, Ben Drowned x masc! Reader, Tim x Reader x Brian, Eyeless Jack x Reader, Homicidal Liu x Reader, Nina the Killer x fem! Reader, Clockwork x fem! Reader
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Synopsis ; Wherein, the creeps get absolutely strength mogged by reader.
Pairings ; Jeff the killer, Ben Drowned, Homicidal Liu, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Ticci Toby, Hoodie, Masky, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, X-Virus, Kate the Chaser, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer x gn! Reader
Word count ; 1,437
Warnings ; Mild language, Non-Sexual
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JEFF THE KILLER
One random day, you just saw a TikTok post from your feed about couples having funny arm wrestling matches, so succumbing to boredom, you decided to annoy jeff to man up and accept your offer, though he would always say things about "That shit's a waste of time" or "I would beat you anyways."
"Come on! Just do it you coward!" you yell. You were currently inside his room and both of your ramblings could be heard from the next room or at the hallway.
"Didn't I tell you I would beat you anyways!?" After 3 or more bribes, he was now laying his arm on the table while you were at the opposite side.
"If you talk about some shit like I cheated, the news you lost would be spread around the damn house," he retorts, rolling his dirty ass hoodie sleeve up.
"As if bruh," you backed up, smirking and also rolling your sweater sleeve up. You caught his hand that would be classified as a slap, and gripped hard to show dominance.
You then pushed his arm sideways without any countdown, only giving him a few seconds to balance and push your arm sideways too. Your arm remained tilted but, using the power of plot armor, you actually managed to push one of the strongest mfs of the house's arm down.
"Take that! Who's spreading the news now huh?" you said punching the air. Jeff only contemplated on the desk with his hands clenched together in a praying stance wondering how the hell did that even happen.
At the end of the day, he prevented you from sharing the news anyways because he threatened to force you to wash his dirty ass bloodied hoodie.
BEN DROWNED
You were currently at his room while Ben was playing video games again, specifically Mortal Kombat. The sounds of his console could be heard throughout the room and you were getting annoyed of how loud it was.
"Ben, can you just play another game?" you asked trying to suppress the annoyance you felt.
"Hmm... I'll only play a different game if you play with me ma," he offered, still focused on the screen, and he looked like he was actually winning.
"Fine, but what if I told you in real life?"
"Huh? You wanna shoot me in real life?"
"Of course not! I meant something like arm wrestling," you immediately corrected, Ben placing his console down anyways.
"Aight bet!" he agreed. Once you sat down facing him you placed your elbow at his table, him doing the same too.
"You better prepare to handle the strength of the beast," he remarked.
"Ya mean the strength of the level one elf? Lol," you retorted, he only gave you a pout.
Both of your hands met, and in a blink of a second before he could regain his composure you pushed down his arm without effort.
"Huh!? How did that happen? You didn't even give me a second to prepare," he mumbled, pulling his hat down to cover his face.
"Told you, you're a level one elf," you said ignoring his protesting remarks and naggings about having one more round.
At the end of the day? He forced you to play video games with him and as a comeback, he used cheats to beat you.
HOMICIDAL LIU / SULLY
You snuck into his room one evening and decided to pester him about random things until it got to strength, with that Sully couldn't let that slide.
"Fine, you wanna see how strong I am? Go on, sit down and let's have an arm wrestling match," Sully said, nodding his head on the chair in front of him.
Of course you wouldn't back down on a match, so you agreed.
Liu, who was peacefully reading a book at the corner, already looked concerned.
"...This is a terrible idea," he muttered.
Sully ignored the remark immediately. "Nah, watch me humble them."
You sat down across from him while he rolled up his sleeves dramatically like he was about to fight in the UFC finals instead of losing at a wooden desk in a dusty murder mansion.
"Ready to cry?" Sully grinned.
"You say that like you aren't built like an exhausted raccoon," you replied.
"...The fuck does that even mean?"
Before he could continue yapping, you grabbed his hand. He squeezed yours confidently.
Liu sighed. "Sully, maybe don't underestimate—"
SLAM.
His hand hit the table so fast the desk actually creaked.
Sully stared at the table. Then at his hand. Then at you.
"...What."
You leaned back in your chair like a retired champion. "Damn. That was kinda easy."
Liu started coughing because he was trying not to laugh.
"You cheated," Sully accused immediately.
"Bro how do you cheat in arm wrestling!?"
"You used witchcraft."
"The only magic here is your disappearing masculinity."
At the end of the day, Sully demanded a rematch every thirty minutes and lost every single one while Liu kept score on a sticky note.
EYELESS JACK
Jack was minding his business in the kitchen at 2 AM, because apparently that's the natural habitat of creepypasta creatures.
You walked in half asleep and immediately saw him effortlessly carrying a suspiciously heavy box with one arm.
"...Okay big guy," you started, grabbing a juice box from the fridge. "Arm wrestle me."
Jack slowly turned his masked face toward you.
"...Why."
"Because I think I can beat you."
The silence afterward was so long you almost thought he disconnected from the server.
Finally, he set the box down. "You humans are strange."
Five minutes later you were both sitting at the kitchen table while Hoodie and Masky silently watched from the hallway like they just discovered free entertainment.
Masky whispered, "Ten bucks on Jack."
Hoodie nodded immediately.
The second your hands locked, you slammed his arm down so hard the table shook.
The entire kitchen froze.
Masky's ten dollars spiritually evaporated.
Jack remained motionless for a good five seconds.
"...Interesting," he finally said.
At the end of the day, Jack started carrying TWO heavy boxes around the house for absolutely no reason.
TICCI TOBY
This man accepted the challenge WAY too fast.
"OH YOU ARE SO DONE," Toby yelled before you even finished your sentence.
The guy literally dragged a chair across the floor at mach speed and sat down backwards like a gremlin who drank six energy drinks.
Meanwhile, Clockwork and Nina suddenly appeared out of nowhere because apparently gossip spreads faster than WiFi in the mansion.
Toby pointed at you dramatically. "I need you to know I chopped wood this morning."
"And I opened a pickle jar first try."
"...Shit."
The second the countdown ended— SLAM.
Toby's arm hit the table instantly.
"...WHAT!?"
You sat there calmly while Toby stared at his own arm like it betrayed him personally.
Clockwork and Nina were dying laughing while Toby demanded seven rematches and lost every single one.
MASKY
Masky approached this like it was a professional tournament.
Elbows positioned perfectly.
Serious expression.
Whole posture locked in.
Meanwhile you were eating chips with your free hand.
Hoodie stood nearby silently recording on his phone because he already sensed incoming humiliation.
The second the match started, Masky actually pushed your arm slightly at first.
He smirked under the mask. "See?"
Then you pushed back.
His confidence disappeared immediately.
"...What the hell?" he grunted.
SLAM.
Hoodie lowered the phone slowly while Masky stayed frozen in place staring at the table like he just watched his GPA vanish.
At the end of the day, the video somehow ended up circulating around the mansion anyways.
HOODIE
Unlike everyone else, Hoodie did not immediately accept.
He stared at you.
Then at Masky, who was still recovering emotionally from his loss earlier.
Then back at you again.
"...No," he answered simply.
After ten minutes of pestering, he finally sighed deeply.
"Fine."
The moment both of you sat down, half the mansion somehow materialized nearby.
Jeff was eating chips.
Ben had a Nintendo Switch in hand.
Toby was yelling "GET HIS ASS" for absolutely no reason.
The match started.
For a solid five seconds, neither arm moved.
Everyone actually went quiet.
Hoodie was genuinely strong, but then you cracked your neck with your free hand.
Hoodie immediately knew he was cooked.
"...Wait."
SLAM.
The room erupted into laughter while Hoodie quietly muttered:
"...I should've stayed in my room."
LAUGHING JACK
This was the WORST possible person to challenge because he turned the whole thing into a circus event.
Somehow there were balloons now.
"STEP RIGHT UP EVERYBODY!" Jack announced dramatically while standing on the dining table. "TODAY WE WITNESS THE MIGHTY BATTLE BETWEEN A GREMLIN AND A—"
"You literally live in the vents," you interrupted.
The second he got distracted by emotional damage, you slammed his arm into the table.
The balloons popped from how hard he gasped.
"...THIS GAME IS RIGGED."
At the end of the day, he kept challenging random people in the mansion trying to regain his honor. Jeff beat him too.
BLOODY PAINTER / HELEN
You found Helen painting peacefully in his room.
"...Can I help you?" he asked without looking away from the canvas.
"Arm wrestle me."
"...What?"
"Scientific research."
"...That's not science."
After enough insisting, he finally agreed.
Unlike everyone else, Helen wasn't trash talking. He actually looked weirdly respectful about it.
The match started.
For a second, he actually held his ground pretty well.
"...Oh?" you blinked.
Helen looked mildly proud of himself for approximately 1.2 seconds before you pushed harder and slammed his hand down anyways.
His eyes widened slightly.
"...Oh."
At the end of the day, he painted a suspiciously detailed drawing of your arm labeled "eldritch horror."
KAGEKAO
The second you challenged him, he laughed.
Not a normal laugh either.
This man sounded like a rich anime villain discovering tax fraud.
"You?" he scoffed dramatically. "Beat me?"
"Yes."
Five minutes later, he sat down across from you with the confidence of a man who absolutely should NOT have been confident.
He even fixed his gloves dramatically beforehand.
Kagekao smirked beneath the mask. "Do try your best."
You immediately slammed his arm into the table before he even finished talking.
The impact echoed through the room.
Kagekao remained frozen.
"...Excuse me?"
"You got microwaved."
At the end of the day, he claimed the establishment was "biased against attractive people." Nobody listened to him.
X-VIRUS/CODY
The SECOND you mentioned arm wrestling, Cody stared at you like you just activated a side quest.
"...Interesting."
Instead of answering normally, he immediately pulled out a notebook from absolutely nowhere and started writing things down.
"Subject appears confident despite lacking visible muscle mass..." he muttered.
By the time you sat down, he was rambling about "biological advantages," "muscular output," and "probability percentages."
"For the record," he started, "based on my calculations, I possess approximately an 87.4 percent chance of victory."
"Cool."
SLAM.
His arm hit the table before he even finished speaking.
The silence afterward was devastating.
"...Impossible."
You leaned back in your chair. "Damn. Guess the calculations weren't calculating."
He spent the next THREE DAYS trying to create some kind of grip strength training regimen. It didn't work.
KATE THE CHASER
Kate looked at you like you personally offended her bloodline.
"...You wanna WHAT?"
"Arm wrestle."
"Because everybody else already lost."
That caught her attention immediately.
Unlike the others, Kate wasn't loud about it. No dramatic speeches. Just pure determination radiating from her like an anime rival character.
The match started.
Immediately, Kate pushed hard enough that your arm actually tilted slightly.
Clockwork gasped dramatically. "OH DAMN."
Kate smirked. "Got you."
Then you pushed back.
Her expression changed SO fast.
"...Wait."
SLAM.
Kate stared at the table silently.
"...I hate this house."
At the end of the day, Kate started training with Toby out of pure spite.
JANE THE KILLER
Jane accepted WAY too calmly.
"Sure."
Honestly? That scared you more.
You sat across from her at the dining table while the others gathered nearby AGAIN because apparently nobody in this house had hobbies anymore.
For a few seconds it genuinely looked like Jane might win.
Then you locked in.
The smile on her face slowly disappeared as your arm stopped moving entirely.
"...Oh dear."
SLAM.
The table shook.
Jane blinked once while still holding your hand.
"...Well."
Clockwork whispered, "She's taking it way better than the boys."
Meanwhile Jeff was arguing in the background about not being Jane's employee.
THE BEST THREESOME PAIRINGS
FEATURING... T.WRIGHT, B. THOMAS, HABIT, T. ROGERS, J. WOODS, J. NYRAS, J. ARKENSAW, N. OUELLETTE
TIM WRIGHT & BRIAN THOMAS
I like the idea that they're together already, I'm a huge throuple enjoyer and I particularly like the idea of everyone being involved with each other. I think they brought you into the relationship/bedroom, having already been together before you entered their lives. Of course, I could also HC this as a fun, one time/casual thing without any prior relations. You're already involved with one of them and bring up the idea of wanting to have a threesome, and who better than their closest friend? They pick each other; they have the strongest bond, the most trust. They know the other wouldn't overstep, and if they do, they know they'll have no issue being corrected. Plus, even if they do, it's not anything they can't work/brawl out.
That being said, I think it's all over the place in a practiced way. There are three mouths and six hands to work with here, things are a little messy in the best way possible. I see oral being a big thing for them; one of them eating you out while you blow the other, them taking turns holding you open so the other can eat you out, one of them fucking the other while you sit on their face, taking you to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower. It's not that I don't think they would enjoy double penetration, I just think they'd like oral just a little more. Plus, with the Eiffel Tower position they can make out above you <3
HABIT & EYELESS JACK
Two true doms finding the same sub? This could be bad; but it also has the potential to be really good if you play your cards right. Why fight about it when you can fuck it out? Given that they're both sadistic dominants who like to tame and overwhelm their sub completely, I think the team effort would get you there in half the time and the session would last twice as long as they take their turns with you. I see this as being a purely casual and likely one time thing, so enjoy it while it lasts.
I see double penetration being a big thing for them, and while they could take the route of having one hole each (i.e. anal and vaginal), they like to go for the same hole a little more. Maximum stretch and discomfort mixed with overwhelming pleasure and enough lube to last a hundred rounds makes for their dream session. They like leaving you breathless and crying, not happy until you have tears and snot dripping down your face, and you tear a little wherever they've decided to take you. They're left with blood stained cocks, and you're left shaking and weeping after they've forced your nth orgasm on you. Aftercare is fire, at least on EJ's part, and I could definitely see the fallout being a violent hodgepodge of possessiveness and egotism.
TOBY ROGERS & JEFFERY WOODS
I see this as a recurring thing, super casual and fun for everyone. I think the way it goes depends on prior arrangements as well. If you're already in a relationship with one or the other, they bring up the idea themselves. Toby is definitely super bisexual and Jeff is at the very least bicurious, and I see him having a 'well if I had to experiment with someone' attitude towards Toby. I think he would like the familiarity of an afab person being involved while he plays around with the concept, though, which is where you come in. I think if you and Jeff are together he'd bring it up to you far into the relationship, far enough that he knows with one-hundred percent certainty that it would be safe to do so. Toby would just bring it up to the both of you super casually like he's asking about your days. Or, if you're not with either one, Toby brings it up to him, and then to you. I see Toby as being very perceptive, and he would definitely pick up on Jeff's crush on him with a swiftness.
The actual sex is sloppy and all over the place, similar to Tim and Brian but with a lot less precision and a lot more exploration. It takes a minute for Jeff to warm up to Toby, but once he does, he practically forgets about you. You'll all be making out, and he'll slip to Toby and just stay there. It's not like you're complaining, dinner and a show, right? But Toby does his best to include you, especially when you're actually having sex. I could see them forcing your legs as far apart as they can go and making out with each other ON your pussy, licking your clit between kisses, sucking on each other's tongues after they've fucked you with them. Giving them both handjobs while you all take turns making out, both if their hands shoved between your legs, one focused on your clit and the other's fingers pumping in and out of you.
I could see double penetration for them, one taking your ass and the other fucking your cunt, but I also see them being in a position where you're riding Toby, Jeff is kneeling to the side where you can BOTH reach him with your mouths or hands? You can also have fun with them both being switches and play around with those dynamics. On the first couple of tries, I don't see Jeff open to being fucked by or fucking Toby, but after a while he slowly warms up to the idea. When he bottoms for Toby it changes his life, especially if you're sitting on his face? Or vice versa, Toby bottoming for him and subbing for you? He'd sell his soul for it.
JANE ARKENSAW & NATALIE OUELLETTE
Another pairing I could see as being a couple beforehand, bringing you into the bedroom or into their relationship. I think it starts as a purely sexual thing if it does go farther than that, and if that's the case they integrate you into the relationship until you're a perfect triad. I see Jane bottoming and subbing for Natalie the majority of the time, with the occasional role reversal, and bringing you in serves as a body double for someone. Maybe you and Jane are both subbing for Natalie, or maybe you and Natalie are both dominating Jane. Maybe Jane is dominating Natalie and Natalie is dominating you. Any and all options sound like heaven to me idk about you
As for the sex itself, I think toys can play a big part in every session. Wands, rabbits, dildos, straps, you name it they got it. I think the first few times they focus primarily on you, your pleasure, getting you used to the dynamics, getting you comfortable being vulnerable with them. I think the first time its soft, but after the floodgates are open things get switched up. You and Jane are both subbing for Natalie but trust me when I say you're still very much having sex with each other still, of course with Natalie's permission. Making out while she fucks one of you, one of you eating the other out while Natalie sits on your faces, fingering each other while she watches. Alternatively both Jane and Natalie dom you while Jane's subs for her, both of them making you feel good with whatever tools they have available and leaving you a big puddle on their bed.
jane and natalie i wish i had a free bag of chippppssssssuhhhhh
note: OK SO. this is probably very self-indulgent!! (sorry for the pic, I couldn't NOT include it XD)
Jeff the Killer
You're perched on the edge of his unmade bed, legs brushing his as he leans in close—closer than usual, his hands hovering before settling lightly on your waist. His kiss starts soft, almost careful, the jagged edges of his carved smile pressing warm and insistent against your cheeks. You melt into it, hands sliding up his chest, and then—without thinking—your tongue flicks out, tracing the ragged scar along his cheek for a brief second.
That's all it takes. His breath hitches, a low growl rumbling from his throat, and suddenly his fingers dig into your jaw, tilting your head back with a grip that's firm, possessive, but not painful. The kiss turns almost feral—teeth nipping, tongue plunging deep, devouring you like he's been starving for this exact moment. He presses you down onto the mattress, body pinning yours, every wild sweep of his mouth claiming more, nastier, until you're both breathless and he's smirking against your swollen lips. "Fuck practice," he rasps. "You're mine now."
Eyeless Jack
He sits cross-legged on his bed, pulling you gently onto his lap, his clawed hands cradling your hips with deliberate care. "We'll go slow," he murmurs, voice a smooth rasp, leaning in until his cool lips meet yours—precise, controlled, like he's savoring every second. It's tender at first, his mouth firm and unyielding, a perfect gentleman even as heat builds.
But then his three tongues brush the seam of your lips, slick and insistent, fighting for restraint. He groans softly, pulling back just a fraction—"Sorry"—before diving in again, one tongue tracing your lower lip while the others coil teasingly at the edges, threatening to slip deeper. It's messy in the best way, wet and overwhelming, his claws tightening on your thighs as he battles not to overwhelm you completely. You arch into him, and he relents a little, letting just the tips explore your mouth in slow, swirling strokes that leave you dizzy, gasping against the impossible sensation. He breaks it eventually, forehead to yours, breathing ragged. "Too much?"
Ben Drowned
He lounges back against his headboard, patting the spot beside him with a cocky smirk—"C'mere, I'll show you how it's done." You straddle his lap, and he dives in bold as hell, lips crashing into yours with zero hesitation, all heat and bravado. His hands roam immediately—fingers splaying across your back, dipping under your shirt to trace your spine, pulling you flush against his chest.
It's sloppy from the jump, his tongue thrusting eagerly but clumsily, bumping against your teeth as he chases the rhythm. He tastes like energy drinks, nipping your lip too hard before soothing it with a messy swipe. "Fuck, like that?" he pants between fervent presses, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your hip to grind you closer. You laugh into his mouth, and it only spurs him on—kisses turning wetter, wilder, his confidence cracking into raw need until you're both a tangled, breathless mess, lips bruised and shining.
Ticci Toby
Toby's room smells like pine shavings and metal, his bed a nest of rumpled blankets where he pulls you down beside him, knees knocking awkwardly. "I-I'm not good at this," he admits, tics jerking his shoulder as he cups your face with bandaged hands, leaning in hesitantly. His lips meet yours soft and uncertain, a quick peck that turns into something more when you tilt into it—then clack, teeth bump clumsily, he grazes your lip.
He jerks back, eyes wide—"Sh-shit, sorry!"—but you're already giggling, the sound pulling a hiccuping laugh from him too. Flushing red, he tries again, slower this time, mouth pressing warm and earnest against yours. It's all twitches and stutters—little hitches in his breath, hands trembling on your cheeks—but the kisses deepen sweetly, tongues brushing shyly amid shared chuckles. He nuzzles your nose after, grinning lopsided. "Th-that wasn't that bad, r-right?"
Laughing Jack
Jack reeks of sugar and something darker, the air sticky-sweet as he tugs you onto his lap. "Don't worry, toots, I'll be gentle," he purrs with a wicked chuckle, his lips curving into a grin before sealing over yours. It's intense from the start—his mouth hot, hungry, sucking your lower lip between his teeth with barely restrained force, like he's fighting every urge to sink in deeper.
You feel it in the way he devours you, tongue swirling possessively, nipping just enough to sting while his long fingers knead your thighs. He groans low, a vibrating rumble that makes your pulse race, pulling you tighter as if he could swallow you whole. It's overwhelming, that hunger leashed by sheer will, leaving your lips tingling and raw when he finally pulls back with gleaming eyes. "Sweet," he rasps, licking his chops.
Jason the Toymaker
Jason's room buzzes with the quiet potential of half-made dolls, but all his focus narrows on you as he guides you down onto his bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Just his hands, steady and warm, framing your face like you're the finest creation he's ever touched. His lips meet yours, gentle pressure blooming slow and deliberate, exploring with feather-light brushes that coax your lips open without demand.
The subtle warmth of his breath, the way his thumbs stroke your jaw in rhythm, kisses deepening through patient layers—lips parting, a hint of tongue tracing yours like unwinding a delicate mechanism. No frenzy, just this intimate unraveling, his body pressing close enough to feel your heartbeat. When he eases back, his soft gaze lingers.
Candy Pop
Candy wastes no time, hauling you close with a grin that promises trouble, his lips claiming yours in a rush of sticky heat. It's pure mess from the start—tongue diving deep, swirling with reckless abandon, his sharp canines grazing your lips until they tingle and swell. He nips playfully, then harder, drawing a gasp as his hands roam your sides greedily.
The kiss drags on sloppy and fervent, saliva mixing in wet slides. You end up breathless, lips bitten pink and slick, him chuckling low against your throat. "Good enough for ya?"
Tim Wright
Tim's touch is deliberate, callused fingers tilting your chin up as his lips brush yours—soft at first, a slow exploration that builds with measured breaths. He starts easy, mouth warm and unhurried, coaxing you open with patient presses, tongue slipping in just enough to tease without overwhelming. Every movement screams restraint as he deepens it fraction by fraction, one hand cradling the back of your neck, the other steady on your waist.
It's intimate, consuming in its gentleness—the way he savors your taste, pulling back to murmur "You good?" before diving back in, lips molding perfectly to yours. Heat simmers under the control, leaving you melting when he finally eases away, thumb tracing your damp lips.
Brian Thomas
Brian eases you back against the pillows, his lips hovering teasingly close. "Nervous already?" he murmurs, voice low and amused, before sealing his mouth over yours in a languid kiss—soft, exploratory sweeps that make your pulse quicken. His hands frame your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he tilts for a better angle, tongue flicking lightly against yours in lazy circles.
He breaks it just to whisper "See? Not so scary," grinning against your lips before claiming them again, deeper now, nipping your bottom one with affectionate mockery. It's all loving jabs wrapped in heat—his body pressing close, kisses turning heated but controlled, drawing out every shiver until you're both smiling into it.
Clockwork
Natalie cups your face with both hands, her touch unexpectedly tender, thumbs tracing your jaw as she leans in. "Relax," she breathes, lips meeting yours in a steady, grounding press—warm and sure, no rush, just the slow build of her mouth moving against yours. It's intimate, her breath mingling with yours as she parts your lips gently, tongue sliding in with confident ease, exploring deep but controlled, like she's mapping every response.
Her fingers thread into your hair, holding you close without pulling, the kiss deepening into something sensual and unhurried—wet slides, soft sighs, her body arching just enough to press flush. She tastes faintly of mint and copper, pulling back only to nuzzle your nose, voice husky with "Better than I thought" as the gentleness lingers.
Jane the Killer
Jane doesn't hesitate, guiding you down with a hand at your nape, her lips crashing into yours in a kiss that's all controlled—firm, unyielding pressure that demands response without brutality. She tilts your head back, mouth claiming every inch, tongue delving deep with precise, sweeping strokes that leave you breathless. Yet it's laced with gentleness—her fingers stroking your hair soothingly, body protective over yours, softening the edges of her intensity.
Her breath hot against your skin as she murmurs "You're doing good" mid-kiss, pulling you tighter.
Nina the Killer
Nina's eyes sparkle as she snaps a Pocky between her teeth, straddling your lap on the bed. "Ready?" she giggles, leaning in—chocolate crumbling as your lips meet around the stick, nibbling closer in that classic game. It starts playful, breaths quickening with each inch, but when your mouths finally connect, it becomes sloppy—tongues tangling messily over candy remnants, her hands fisting your shirt weakly as she kisses you fierce and uncoordinated.
Laughter bubbles up mid-kiss, her teeth clacking yours lightly, smearing sweet mess across your lips before she dives back in, all eager heat and zero finesse. You both dissolve into giggles after, collapsing in a heap—her arms wrapping tight around you, nuzzling your neck as you cuddle close.
Syrinx
Regina's gaze softens as she draws you close on the bed, her fingers light and reverent on your cheeks, like she's afraid you'll vanish. "I want this right," she whispers, leaning in with zero mockery—just honest vulnerability. Her lips meet yours feather-soft, cool at first but warming fast, a simple press that lingers, building through patient brushes and sighs.
It's all about the intimacy of her molding into you, hands cradling your face as she tilts for deeper contact, her body pressing near without overwhelming. She explores with tender nips and slow glides, breath steady and shared, pulling back only to rest her forehead against yours. "Again?" she asks softly, holding you like you're her whole world.
Homicidal Liu
Liu holds your face in both hands, his eyes searching yours. "Is this okay?" he asks, voice low and earnest, before his lips touch yours—gentle as a promise, warm and enveloping in slow, deliberate presses. It's tender from the start, his mouth coaxing yours open with patient swipes, tongue venturing deeper only when you sigh into it.
His fingers thread softly into your hair, holding steady as the kiss builds—intimate, loving pulls that draw out every shiver, his body a warm anchor against yours. He checks in again, murmuring against your lips, before sealing them fervently but softly, hands never gripping too hard. When he pulls back, it's with a soft smile, thumb tracing your jaw. Pure, hellish gentleness.
Kate the Chaser
Kate's presence is all quiet intensity, her pale lips brushing yours in a steady claim—unrushed, controlled, like she's savoring this pause. She cups the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss with confident ease, mouth warm and insistent, tongue tracing yours in smooth, deliberate strokes that build heat without frenzy. Her body presses close, hips aligning as her free hand slides up your side, anchoring you.
The nips sting sweetly, her touch steadying any tremor. She breaks it slowly, lips hovering, voice a husky rasp. "More?" The steadiness lingers, turning practice into something almost primal yet safe.
