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mythicalmyles · 1 year

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Can you do jeff the killer?

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(No nsfw i felt soft so apologies i will make up for this w a raunchy jeff later j promise)

Soft/mention of self harm/negative thoughts/self hate/

Jeff’s fingers were light as they gently slid down your stomach, keeping quiet despite all the hard skin and bumps you knew his fingers tips rubbed against. You lay on your side, his arm keeping your head up as you lay together. His breathing was deep and you could feel his breath fanning the hair at the back of your neck.

Dried tears clung your eyelashes together, your throat burned due to the dehydration. Yet all you could do was stare numbly at the wall, happy Jeff was content to sit and hold you. You knew it wasn’t his thing, to be soft and caring. He was rough, loud and angry. And yet he lay behind you, quiet as a mouse.

You didn’t even know what you had wanted to happen, for him to yell, get angry. It was what you had expected anyway.

Instead his fingers mapped out your skin, holding you. He hadn’t said anything since he had came and you were thankful, the one thing you were grateful for was no questions. You told him who you were and despite the parts not matching up when you first showed him, he never once asked. Just accepted.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could say, you couldn’t tell if minutes or hours passed but it was all you could muster. “It’s okay.” And it was, because he’d been there too. He’d dove straight into the depths of darkness while you mindlessly struggled to stay above the currant. You wondered if you’d end up like him, uncaring to most. A year ago you would’ve been disgusted at the thought, the idea of ever hurting someone use to disgust you. You didn’t feel the urge to hurt anyone but you suppose the many sights of Jeff drenched in someones blood had eventually stopped that part of you.

“I love you.” The words you always second guessed coming from him, could he love? If he couldn’t why was he here, holding you after you had destroyed your own body. “I love you too.” You knew your voice sounded robotic, but at the moment it was all you could do.

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m0rning-asylum · 6 months

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LITTLE PUPPET

Creepypasta x gn reader. Ch 1

Warning- this is creepypasta, is a warning really necessary when there's clearly killers were talking about?

"<PUPPET>?"

A voice snapped you out of your thoughts, a skinny black clawed hand waved in front of your face. Your eyes snapped from the warm fields to the being, he flinched at the sudden movement before letting out a short nervous chuckle, the burnt wooden mask on the demons face turning to look back towards the trail. Two white antler-like horns on his head, as white as his eyes.

"It's g3tting lat3, w3 sh0uld g3t back b3f0r3 th3 mast3r will b3 mad. W3 alr3ady finish3d 0ur missi0n s0 l3ts n0t wast3 m0r3 t1m3."

You glanced one more time into the setting sun, the light slowly burning your eyes, but you knew the demon by your side enjoyed it even less. His long legs dragged him across the land as you soon followed suit, trying to avoid getting left behind. You had to speed up your pace.

"I know, you don't need to remind me, I just thought I saw something familiar in there, in the fields." You muttered, but even with your low voice even the demon himself could hear, you knew better than to underestimate the creatures senses. He hummed, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie and pulling something out. You were too far back to see what it was he held before he placed it right back.

"What p0ssibly c0uld hav3 b33n familiar t0 y0u? I th0ught it 3ras3s all th3 m3m0r13s 0f it's f0ll0w3rs, w3ll th3 0n3s it cr3at3d at l3ast" Your eyes darted over to him, your eyes widening slightly before meeting with the ground once again as you stopped yourself from pausing in anything but your thoughts. He was right, the only reason the master doesn't infect the minds of some creepypastas is because it found no need in them, you wondered if you should ask someone about this "familiarity", you doubted anyone would actually care enough to give you an answer though..

"True, I guess it's kind of weird." You simply said there was no need to continue this conversation, and he seemed to understand that just fine.

<×>

Sitting now in the kitchen, counter cold against [your wrists/the fabric of your clothes], your mind an empty void as you float around it. Empty, just like the feeling in your hands, numb just like the slow thumping in your chest, far like fields of grass in a disastrous land. You wondered who the people were in the frame of your last prey, three, or was it four? Yes.. four, one adult male and one adult female, one young child with their face scratched away with a black marker and another girl the same age.

Maybe they were the next targets.

Ruffling broke your silence. You didn't bother looking towards the person. You already guessed the dark-haired males identity by the horrid smell he brought along. You forget this was his preferred place of sitting as your legs simply walked you here earlier. "Well damn, seeing them up close no wonder everyone says they're like a damn shell." You heard the man mumble, leaning past your personal space, craved smile on his burnt face. He huffed at your irresponsiveness, turning back to his own businesses like they all do.

You wondered a lot of things in your past few years as a proxy. One of them and the most lasting one was when will it finally be your end? You already knew how you'll die, or at least the most likely one. You'll stop being useful to the master and it'll simply kill you off. That could take years for all you know, you hoped that it'll pass quickly, to help you escape this nightmare, this dull and chronic life, this sinful existence you became, you can't even remember what you were before this.

We're you human like the prey? We're you a demon like ANØN and Eyeless? We're you undead like that bloody girl and the others? Did all this even matter? Either way, you were something, and that's all you'll ever be, something anything, just dust in the wind getting blown away in the path of a proxy. You were calm, and that's what mattered. You were ready to lose, ready to win, ready to run, ready to rest if that was an option.

You got off the wooden chair, reaching for the metal club and holding it by your side as you walked through the door, keeping the nails and barbed wire on its edge away from anything and anyone. ignoring the other residents and proxies who didn't bother to approach. Patting your pockets to assure essentials, everything was in hand. A little visit to the fields would be fine. Your schedule has been cleared for now.

<+>

" Three... forth....back.. and hop it all in tact... right foot..six, I got your bone and skin.... Once...a dove... freedom comes... comfort all your loved... ones. Sister... crying on the floor..... screams and... shallows once above.. Spread... far wide. Monsters gone... there were three... but now there's none...." There was a cough and then silence once again. Your makeshift self-amusing song is breaking apart because of your indecisiveness with words, never much a social person, and as such, your words were unexperienced by making up words on the go.

Lowering the marble you had raised in front of your eye to look at the setting sun through it. It was distracting, but nice, half lidded eyes both now boredly opened as you frowned the sun goodbye, marble being stuffed back in your pocket as you raised yourself from the grass, bat dragging along the grass. You sighed, time to head back, it seemed.

Back to hell.

<×>

The leaves crunched beneath your feet as you walked, drugging your club along the grass boredly, clanks of metal would produce every time it hit a rock in its way, making sure you wont dose off amd go into deep thoughts while getting lost.

"-ont place that there! You idiot, that's not how you build a tent!" A man's voice yelled from farther before you made you stop in your tracks. Lifting the heavy metal off the ground so it won't hit more things you crept over, hiding behind a tree, an over- exaggerated groan left from another.

"It's not like they taught me this in class, Simon." The other replied, sounding fed up, his voice was closer to you than the other man. A few more sounds were heard before you finally peeked behind the tree. Your vision was halfly blocked by a large green and almost vibrant roundish object. You could only see one man, the other being probably behind the tent. The visible one had dark brown hair, a white t-shirt and blue jeans, and other features too hard to predict from a distance.

The brunette huffed in annoyance at his partner, also getting fed up. "Yes, they did, but I guess you just refused to listen. Move and let me do it!" He said stepping, or well, stomping closer. "No, I can do it just fine, so stop bossing me around." Their small argument was put into a stop as the brunette stopped in his tracks, looking behind the tent, at you.

"Is this one of your pranks again, Eric? We came here to camp and do not suffer from more of your pranks." He said, glaring at you. Well, that's a nice way to be found out. Then again, you weren't really planning on staying stealthy. "Eric's back already?" The other man stood up, becoming visible finally.

Sure, you took many people together before. This wouldn't be so hard, but you really hated being referred to as other people. You stepped aside from the tree, letting them witness you fully and process what they were seeing was not their friend as you stepped closer.

The closer one was about to speak before you bashed his head with your weapon, spikes piercing his skull before he could react, you kicked him into the floor, stepping over his body pulling the weapon back, his friend looked at you shocked, his stupidity getting the best of him as he charged forwards, trying to lend a hit in your face but you caught it, heel of your shoe digging into his stomach as you kicked him away as well.

He fell into his back, trying to crawl away from you, ending with him getting the spiked club crushing his ribs and stomach. He barely screamed, You lifted it up again before finally bringing the weapon down on his face.

The job was done, and you got out some unnecessary adrenaline.

<+>

The old TV in front of you played a lady and a man dancing together from what looked like a 90s TV show. Black, white, and everything.

The body of the resting demon on the couch behind you moved. You didn't need to turn around to know he was finally waking up. A low growl left the Eyeless man as he shifted, you could hear the faint clicks of his tongues barely even audible as he used it as his way to get around, such an interesting creature, using echolocation to get around.

As fascinating he was as a being, he was nothing but your housemate. You had no right to perform tests on his abilities.. sadly enough.

"Sadly." Such a strange word. It burnt your mind to think about anything emotion related. You wondered why, but not everything gets answers. Does it? How unfair.

The demon reached out his hand to the short coffee table, trying to find something as he moved his hand around, his face still buried in his pillow as he felt around. Trying to ignore his moving around, you stepped aside, trying to get away from the range of his hand even if that wasn't what he was searching for. Your eyes are trapped into the TV playing in front of you.

But something touched your left calve, more like someone. You heard a huff and a mumble from the demon. He squished your leg once before letting go and sitting up, his messy hair falling over his forehead as he moved his head in your direction.

"Remote?" He asked, holding out his hand, signing through your nose you bent over, picking up the remote that was understandably out of his reach. Handing him the remote, he turned off the television. Just as you were about to walk off, he took the hand of your shirt/hood, pulling you backward to the couch and into his lap. Bringing you into a headlock, something you had expected somehow. Perhaps overthinking again without noticing.

"Never expected to wake up with you standing near me like a guard with that bat of yours. What's wrong? Fearing something would happen to me in my sleep, doll~?" He asked teasingly, scoffing at your lack of response and movement. All he could smell was your annoyance. Even an emotionless mask and face wouldn't deceive his senses. After all, lies can't blind what was meant to live without its eyes.

"Great. You found me out, caring for my little friends' safety. Now, keep that disgusting nickname out of your mouth." You hissed sarcastically, glaring daggers at the man as your fingernails tried to puncture his skin. He was nothing but your friend, so was anyone here. Living or not, they were all untrustworthy, sick, twisted bastards just like you.

He chuckled, still not letting you go. "So how many?" You waited before replying, there was many things that question could have been referring to. "Only two today, the victims keep moving and making me crush their Intestines. Now let me go." "Nah, I don't think I will."

This bastard. You bring him kidneys just so this won't happen, and he'll listen to you and be useful in something in the future, but in the end, he just thinks you're trying to befriend him. "I appreciate it y’know. It's harder to get into people's apartments these days. No one rarely goes outside at night, making the hunt a little harder. But, you should learn how to open people up better and how to keep them fresh." You rolled your eyes at his tip, "im not a man eating demon, I don’t do this -" "What do you want. Spill it. We both know you're not just a nice person trying to make friends. No one here is. You want something from me. There's no need to hide it, so spill it out." Maybe he isn't that stupid, good for him, not so much for you.

"Nothing currently." You answered. He didn't look so amused by the answer but let you go anyway. You got off his lap, starting to walk away before turning your head to him one last time. "I'd tell you when it's time to, so just sit still and wait until your time is up. Wouldn't be so hard judging by how much you sleep." And with that, you walked off, leaving him in the silence of an empty living room.

He smirked, sharp teeth biting down on his bottom lip as his hand went up. He brushed a hand through his hair, "Feisty and mysterious, just like how I like them~"

<END>

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vamphrrr · 3 months

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if you get a request for Julius the Dressmaker don’t do it

the character is a rapist and necrophiliac

the creator and his fans are problematic and have bullied other creators

ohh thank you sm for the warning😭 yeah i’m not familiar with ALL creepypastas, but i’ll always read stories and information before writing anything about a character i don’t know a lot about. definitely will not be writing about him lol

#vamphrrr ask #intro post #introduction #blog intro #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x male reader #creepypasta x gn reader

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sanriosratz · 2 years

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Hiii! I hope your having a nice day or night! Can I request older sibling headcanons with Ben drowned,Nina and judge angels? Platonically ofc! How much younger the reader is,is up to you! Also gn reader please!~hyper anon

hi, hyper anon!!!! sorry I didn’t answer earlier and took me so long to actually answer it!!

(reader isn’t too young, maybe a few years younger than the creepy <3)

Older Brother! Ben Drowned & Younger Sibling (GN)! Reader

In my canon Ben was an only child so the reader is platonically adopted as Ben’s younger sibling. He’s very happy to have a younger sibling! Growing up, for them, they didn’t have too many great male role models so they try their best to be a greater role model for you. He definitely plays video games with you; purposely losing to make you feel good about winning (or if you lose Ben makes sure you win the next round!), he’d also introduce you to his friends (namely Jeff and EJ, as he lives with them) and they, too, adopt you as their lil’ sibling.

Older Sibling! Nina & Younger Sibling (GN)! Reader

Nina 100% makes it her sworn duty to protect you from any dangers that may present itself to you! They're very happy to have another younger sibling and makes sure to love you as they did their brother, Chris. She does tons of things with you from baking at stupid times of day/night, to picnics, to just a bunch of fun activities! Their girlfriend, Clockwork/Natalie, definitely adopts you as her younger sibling so that she can be a better role model than her older brother was to her.

Older Sister! Dina & Younger Sibling (GN)! Reader

Dina, having never had a sibling before and being a completely lonely child, is overjoyed at the idea of being a older sister! She's very caring and gives you tons of cute angel-like nicknames/petnames such as "Angel", "Feather", "Avengelos" (Greek name meaning messenger or good angel), "Dove" and more. Dina loves nature and spends every moment she can outside and definitely pulls you outside so you can feel the wind against your face, the grass between your toes, and can hear the many calming sounds of nature. Picnics are also a must; a basket packed with good food, and sweet or savoury snacks is always taken and after you've both filled yourselves with food you lay down and go cloud-gazing, laughing at the ideas of what certain clouds look like. All in all, Dina is the best sister 100/10

EEK, sorry this took so long to answer, I just kinda forgot about it, haha 😅

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loopyties · 10 months

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Hello everyone! My name is Loopy! I go by any pronouns, but usually stick to they/she :)

Facts about me -*_

I play multiple instruments! They include drums, guitar, bass guitar, baritone, and trombone! I also know how to read bass clef sheet music :)

I love writing, so I made this account to share my blurbs/hcs/ideas with you all! I hope you like them :)

I know this account is cutesy, but i mainly listen to metal/old rock, and i look VERY metalhead-ish

I love creepypasta! Like- so much.

I write gn!reader unless requested otherwise, but i prefer to keep things they/them because a lot of writers only post with she/her pronouns

Thats it! My request/ask rules are below :)

Rules -*_

Fandoms list : Criminal Minds, Creepypasta, MCU, Stardew Valley, FNAF, The Umbrella Academy, and so on! If i get an ask for anything I’m not sure about, I’ll reply to it explaining :)

I’ll write for pretty much anyone, but i wont write pedophilia, non-con, or anything of the sort. If you send an ask in and it breaks this rule, I’m deleting it.

I’m not the most comfortable writing NSFW. I mean, I’ll do it if it’s requested, but I tend to gravitate toward fluff and such.

If you want to be assigned a specific emoji/word for your anon, feel free to ask! I think this concept is adorable, and I’ll include the emoji/word in the tags :)

I’ll also answer other questions in asks! They don’t have to be requests, feel free to ask other things as well :)

Masterlists -*_

Empty for now! Come back later :)

My favorite song rn, btw, is this! It’s so adorable, and for someone that mainly listens to heavy music, its rare to find a softer song that I genuinely like :)

(plus the tt trend is so cute, too)

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Y/N, after hearing Toby’s backstory : Wow, your family truly is shitty. You should probably get a new one.

Ticci Toby, chuckles sardonically : Yeah, well, that’s impossible.

Y/N : . . .

Y/N : Not really.

Y/N, turned away from facing him : You could… always start a new one with me.

Ticci Toby : . . .

Ticci Toby, facing the opposite the direction trying to calm his breathing :

(⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ )

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sleepyboywrites · 2 months

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Nsfw Pasta Headcannons

My sincerest apologies I stumbled upon a few posts and couldn't stop thinking about it... Nsfw warning..

• Eyeless Jack

• 100% a top

• The only way you're topping him is when you ride him, which even then no you're not.

• Animalistic. Growls, grunts, and huffs. Tends to cage you beneath him like his prey as he plows you.

• Needy like an Alpha in Rut. I'm talking he'll grip on to you as he desperately ruts into you and because lust is a form of hunger for flesh the demonic man needs more than one round each session.

• Soft dom for sure and a service top who ideally wants a service bottom

• Think "Shh, little one, you're doing so good for me, you can handle a couple more rounds for me, hmm? Let me make you feel good a few more times, can't you?"

• Breeding kink, he doesn't care if he can't actually get you pregnant, if you don't have the "equipment" to do so, or if it'd make you uncomfortable to be, he doesn't have to make you pregnant in actuality, if you can't or don't want to he won't but he just loves to try. Just the thought of of pumping you so full of him and seeing you so full of him turns him on.

• Super into marking. Biting, hickies, claw marks, you name it. He likes leaving proof that you're his behind.

• He's practically blind so all of his other senses are heightened, he is legitimately so good at hitting all the right spots.

• Long tongue, monster cock, enough said.

• Likes cockwarming, specifically after the a session, you're just so warm and welcoming and full, why'd he want to pull out?

• If he wasn't such a clean freak, he'd probably be into butt plugs/keeping his cum inside you. But since I feel like he tries to keep personal spaces/property clean he wouldn't.

• Really good at aftercare, we're talking bubble bath, water, snacks, cuddles the works.

• Ben drowned

• Switch

• Loves to 'play' with you and have you 'play' with him

• Would 100% want to mess around while video gaming and the two of you probably have in whatever way you could ever think of.

• Also likes cockwarming but in a more traditional way of he just likes having you on his cock feeling your walls around him without doing anything other than being inside you or vice versa.

• Wants to fuck you or be fucked by you in full cosplay.

• He's a thigh guy. He likes thighs. He likes to sit with his head between your thighs and give you head.

• He also likes overstimulation so he likes to sit with his head squeezed between your thighs giving you head until you're crying and trembling and can't give him any more. Also enjoys should you do the same.

• So needless to say also a multiple rounds type of guy.

• Bro is almost always horny I swear to God. Like he'll watch you through your phone as you take a shower relieving himself as he does so and fucking you right after you get out. His Libido is insane.

• A wee bit of a somnophilliac. But think a 'yes' or 'no' pillow situation where if you ever fell asleep on the yes side you'd wake up cock drunk or vice versa.

• Also a dacryphilliac in the sense where he loves seeing you cry from pleasure overload.

• Has a mild degradation kink and likes it best when paired with praise. Think, "That a good slut, don't let a drop go to waste okay?"

• He's into hypnosis and mind control, something about being all foggy brained as he gets his guts rearranged/the glossy far away look in your eyes as he fucks you until you're dick drunk makes him hard as hell. He likes controlling you and being controlled by you.

• His idea of aftercare is falling asleep in your arms or with you in his arms waking up a few hours later to wash off the now cold and uncomfortable sticky situation putting on each other's shirts and waking up in the morning to have sex again, then water/breakfast if he's feeling sweet.

• Laughing Jack

• Probably hot take I think he wouldn't... I think he's ace and sex repulsed.

• I think because he was once a guardian angel for a child he just thinks it's really not for him and he's okay with that.

• But if his beloved asked for some 'help' in one way or shape or another he'd help them. Or if you asked him to 'play' with you. He would.

• He'd also watch you if you wanted him to and be really good with aftercare.

• Jeff the Killer

• "100"% Top, you'd be punished if you tried to top him and failed but if you tried and succeeded he'd bottom for you and probably enjoy it enough to let you top him again.

• Sadist

• Hard dom

• Brat tamer

• Somnophilliac and dacryphilliac, he likes it best when they go hand in hand

• Has a knife kink and likes knife play

• Needy and has a degradation kink. Think projecting insults and such. Like "Such a needy little cock slut, look at you, your body sucks me in so greedily, you really need to be dicked down so badly, huh slut?"

• Loves objectification and dumbification. Loves how your his cock sleeve, cum dumpster, and fuck toy.

• Would ideally have a brat as a partner and would ideally get to punish them every night.

• Likes tying you up and blindfolding you.

• Also likes edging a lot, in fact most nights is an edging session in itself. He loves to see how close he can get the both of you to climax without ever letting you or himself cum.

• Into orgasm denial as well. Like if you cum before you were given permission, he'll make sure you can't cum for the rest of the night while he cums plenty.

• Glory holes turn him on, he likes the thought of fucking you through one.

• Into breath play and choking, both giving and receiving

• He'll deadass just say "That was fun" or "Thanks baby!" or something along those lines, pull you to his chest while groping your ass as "aftercare"

• Homicidal Liu

• Soft dom/service top

• his nurturing nature extends to the bedroom. He has rules for you in the bedroom and out that if you follow will lead to rewards and if you don't lead to punishment.

• unless you misbehave then he'll have no choice but to punish you because brats don't get to cum or have 'playtime' at all, they get to watch 'sir' cum without them.

•orgasm denial/overstimulation

• On the other hand if you're good you get to cum until you physically can't anymore. Congratulations.

• Has a worship kink wants to worship you and be worshipped in return. He will lap you up like you're the nectar of the gods, savoring in your sweet, decadent noises until you melt in his mouth. Caressing you as he buried himself in your heat and feeling oh so powerful as you look at him lovingly as he pounds you taking pride in the fact he's the only one who's making you cum.

• Has a praise kink and will praise you non stop.

• Has a thing for thigh highs/garters/collars/ears and a tail

• Also has a thing for you wearing his clothes.

• Into dumbification in the sweet way. Think "Ah ah honey, thinking is my job. You're just my sweet little thing, let me take care of everything."

• He adores "easy access" anything

• into dacryphillia in the sense he likes making you cry from pleasure.

• The king of after care just like with EJ there will be bathing, water, snacks, praise, cuddles the works.

• Ticci Toby

• He's a switch in the term that he'd let you ride him while he was tied up, blindfolded, and unable to move or touch you and let you milk him dry. But you're not pegging/fucking him.

• Into roleplay scenarios.

• Likes seeing you half dressed, loves seeing you half dressed moaning beneath him or bouncing on his cock.

• Huge Pervert, you can't do anything without him getting bricked af.

• Likes strip teases/lap dances

• He adores "easy access" anything

• Loves marking and overstimulation. Also orgasm control. Basically anything that marks you as his or proves he's in charge of pleasuring you and only he truly satisfied you.

• I'll be so fr with you he also loves being covered in hickies by you.

• Also loves to tie you up. You're like a present for him and only him.

• He's down to try almost anything at least once.

• into dacryphillia in the sense he likes making you cry from too much intense pleasure.

• Has a thing for enthusiastic consent. It legitimately is something he cannot proceed without and it turns him on to know you want him that badly.

• Has a voice kink and a praise kink.

• He loves getting you dick drunk and likes it better when your hips grind needily against his after you're all orgasmed out but so foggy that you want more nonetheless as you warm his cock.

• He's surprisingly good at aftercare, he'll wash you up, bring you some water, tell you how happy and proud he is, and cuddle you.

• Brian/Hoodie

• 100% Top

• He has a Daddy Kink and likes dd/l

• He gets hard picking out your outfits and dressing you as well as bathing you.

• He's a soft Dom but he's rough in bed if the two of you had a dry spell he'll fuck you as desperately as EJ does.

• Otherwise however normally he treats you like you're made of glass as he fucks you.

• Has a kink/fetish for infantilization/dumbification. "Baby, sweetheart , doll face you can't take care of yourself. You're too little, so just stay with daddy, let daddy take care of you, make you feel good, hm?"

• Also has a breeding kink, he wants you to be filled with his seed each time the two of you fuck.

• He doesn't take kindly to teasing, if you tease him he'll edge and overstimulate you until you physically cannot cum anymore. Aka BIG on orgasm control

• He loves to leave hickies and bite marks all over you.

• He's also a somnophilliac, he likes making you squirm and whimper as you wake up on his cock.

• He has a corruption kink. He likes doing lewd things to his innocent looking partner/little.

• That leads us to dacryphillia he likes making you cry from intense pleasures he caused you as you tremble and cling to him

• He's very good, an expert even, at aftercare he does everything right so you are taken care of with both physical and mental needs.

• Tim/Masky

• 100% Top

• I feel like he likes to be called master or sir

• He has a thing for praising you

•A voice kink for hearing your pretty noises

• He loves manhandling you and likes to pin you down beneath him.

��Likes pulling hair/guiding your head via your hair.

• Gets hard as a rock when you wear his clothes he doesn't care what for

• He's into dumbification and getting you so drunk on pleasure that you forget your own name.

• Something about if you wear the hat you ride the cowboy and your cowboy has very good control so you're going to be there for a while until he's had his full which is when he'll actually start trying.

• He's into edging and overstimulation hand in hand meaning edging the two of you to each orgasm and then going until neither of you can cum anymore.

• This man loves marking you.

• He'll cover every inch he can with hickies and bite marks.

• In fact, the main reason you're sore is not only because he rocked your shit but you are covered in hickies and bite marks, everywhere, too much to even attempt to cover.

• He's an expert on aftercare and your aftercare is specifically catered to your needs as a partner and person as well as your physical needs: water, food if hungry, bathing.

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x gn!reader #ticci toby #tim masky #ben drowned #brian hoodie #eyeless jack #laughing jack #jeff the killer #homicidal liu #creepypasta smut #nsft

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obscuremantisman · 4 months

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By reading most fanfics with this fella, i realized that most of you want a kiss from this thing, so i decided to make some extra headcanons that are romantic ones.

⪧ I appreciate criticism, ideas, and your opinions. ⪦

Wow! You somehow managed to swoon and date Eyeless Jack! Why are you like this? Now, now, don't expect much from him. This thing has never been on the market after transformation.

Let's start off with gifts.

Eyeless Jack would hunt down a human heart, put some sauce he found in your kitchen that he knew you frequently used in your food, and give it to you, expecting you to pet his head and eat it.

If you express your dislike, he'd 'stare' at you for a long time, trying to figure out why you would not like such a perfect meal. Perhaps he should've put extra sauce.

Expect Eyeless Jack giving you inoffensive nibbles around, especially your fingers. it's his way of demonstrating to you that he doesn't see you as food and instead as something more special, or he just likes munching on soft things, who knows.

Although you shouldn't ever let him bite near any wounds, nor break any skin, you will get multiple diseases and eventually die, Jack has an inhuman immunity, you don't.

You knew that Jack was mostly active during the night. That was pretty obvious. But did you know that he oh so likes hanging out at night inside your home?

You were having a good time. It was the weekend, no work, no stress, the perfect time for a marathon night. you bit on a healthy bar, so much to see and no time to waste, you had everything prepared.

After some good time, you ran out of snacks, and so you got up, popping your shoulders, your back cracking in the process as you walked to open the door, walking around the house for the kitchen.

When you opened the fridge, taking a small piece of cake for yourself, a loud scream is pulled out of you as you see Jack appear just beside you, the cake in your hand almost being smashed into Jack's face.

Eyeless Jack is too accustomed to using his mask, mostly taking it off to eat, so if he tried kissing you, there's a great chance you'd get bonked instead.

Seeing as he's definitely some kind of cold-blooded creature. On raining days, he'll be cuddling you with a fierce grip, using you as a heater. If you're strong enough to carry him around, expect him to clutch to you like a koala. it's almost ridiculous sometimes. He'd go as far to clutch to your leg in attempts of staying with you, his personal heater. Even when you're cooking, does his arms ever get tired?

Ever since you've talked about random couple things and mentioned borrowing clothes, you have catched him using your clothes more than once, that's for sure. It's definitely an interesting sight, especially if you're smaller than him. One thing's for sure, he's so smelly that you had to buy a whole laundry bottle just for the clothes he borrows.

A great way for him to know the path to your house is by scenting around it, he leaves a disgusting black substance around your grass, making your home smell putrid, the smell being so bad that neighbors have complained to you multiple times.

So when he takes notice that his own partner has been getting rid of his scent, he feels just slightly offended. He has totally not been keeping a big distance and giving you a deep judging stare despite not having eyes nor being able to see. That's just your imagination.

sorry if these are not so good, i'm not accustomed to writing romantic stuff.

Non-Dating headcanons

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dead-girl-prolific · 2 months

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Masky/Tim x GN!Reader oneshot (Fluffruary) pt 2

A/N:

as you can see i'm very very VERY late on writing these oneshots, but i have everything organized now so it shouldn't be too bad lol. Here's the playlist!~

TW: discussion of eating troubles, themes of depression and abandonment issues, one mention of alcohol and cigarettes. mentions of murder(?)

Prompt: finding you wearing his clothes.

You were cycling down a rabbit hole of memories, especially about the past. You used to be a hard-ass who didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone, even before the mansion. Now you are a socially awkward, clingy partner who still fights the urge to be a bitch from time to time. Tim sees it as progress; you think it's tedious, but you’d do it for him. Tim’s always saying he used to be almost exactly the same; the only difference is he was chosen to be a proxy, and well, you strive to be a proxy.

There were a few reasons you wanted to be a proxy; the main reason was for Tim. As soon as you met him, you felt a kinship and friendly rivalry with the man. If you had to be honest with yourself, you loved him, and although he would never admit it, he loved you too. Tim didn’t throw around "I love you a whole lot.

While you were drifting into dissociation, you heard the door to the foyer open and close. You were immediately pulled from your trance and watched the open doorway. You knew it’d be hard to hope for Tim to walk through the doorway, but you hoped anyway.

Time seemed to be frozen in place as you stared at the doorway into the foyer. You were in a trance until you heard your name being called by none other than Jeff.

“Y/n! What’re you staring at? Waiting for your prince's shining armor or sumn’?” Jeff joked at you, and your face flushed ever so slightly, but as you were distracted, someone entered the room.

Your head snapped in the direction of the doorway again, and there he was. Tim. Sweaty, muddy, hasn’t showered in seven days, covered in blood, Tim. You flashed a goofy grin when he looked in your direction.

“Tim!” you yelled and got out of your seat, forgetting all about the food Hoodie so graciously gave you. You bounded over to him and hugged him.

“Did ya’ miss me?” Tim asked, melting into the hug.

“Of course I did.” You nodded and let go of him.

“Y/n?” Tim asked, looking you up and down.

“Yes?” Your sing-song tone indicated that you were enjoying the attention after a week of not receiving it from him.

"Heh, are you wearing my flannel?” He smugly asked, crossing his arms and smirking.

“I-” You looked down at the shirt you were wearing, and your grin faltered. Your face flushed, and you grasped your face, concealing your blush.

“Maybe?” You said it sounded more like a question than an answer.

“Uh-huh…alright.” He turned around and headed up the stairs, which you quickly followed.

“Y/n! You’re forgetting your food!” Hoodie shouted from the dining room, and you cursed at yourself.

“I’ll do the dishes in the morning if you clean it up for me!!!” you hollered in response.

"Alright," you heard him huff and the sound of a chair scratching the floor.

You quickly made your way up the stairs after Tim. Tim’s crowbar dangled from his hand, dragging across the hall’s floor, and his mask was pushed to the side of his face.

You both made your way to the end of the hall and walked into his room, shutting the door behind you. He dropped his crowbar and took his mask off, carefully setting it on his nightstand. You can’t count the number of times you’ve stubbed your toe on his crowbar when you had to get water or pee in the middle of the night, from it being discarded on the floor. He plopped himself on the bed and shut his eyes, rubbing them with his palms. You sat next to him.

“So how did it go? Well, I'd hope.” You said you were leaning back into the bed.

“Did I get the job done? Yes. Did I enjoy it? I never do," he responded dryly.

“Ah…” You sighed and shut your eyes.

“I’d rather talk about you," he said after a long pause.

“Well, I mainly stayed in your room for the past seven days," you paused. “and wore your clothes. I’ve been wearing the same three shirts over my own.” You smiled up at the ceiling.

“Have you been eating well?” he asked.

“As well as someone could while missing somebody.” You rescinded, avoiding the question.

“Y/n? Did you eat?” He asked again, which made you flinch. You wouldn’t admit it, but you struggled to take care of your health, mainly wounds and feeding yourself.

“Not a lot, no," you responded.

“You need to work on it," he said as he pulled you in close, wrapping his arm around you and letting you nuzzle your head into his shoulder or cheek. He chuckled, and you inhaled, expecting to smell his usual scent, but instead you were met with body odor, blood, and an earthy aroma. You pushed him away and grimaced.

“Go shower! You stink!” You chided him, and he only chuckled again.

“Only if you fall asleep in my arms afterwards?” he asked as he stood up.

“I’d love to, but right now you need to go shower!” You responded, plugging your nose in childish mockery.

It's safe to say you both fell asleep pretty fast that night.

A/N:

thank you for reading stay tuned for part two, if you want the full story that isn't separated check my Quotev and Wattpad!

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gorygurl · 1 year

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smoking weed with the proxies headcanons !! (๑´ㅂ`๑)

notes: first blog post !! ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹ i hope you all enjoy my content, and i cant wait to keep sharing my work with you all !!

warnings/disclaimers: drug use, implied romantic relationships/feelings.

toby !!

toby mellows out like nothing you've ever seen when he's high, truly.

doesn't take him too long to get high; after a few good puffs and a few good coughs, he's usually already past a buzz.

toby talks a lot when he's high and honestly prefers when whoever he's with does the same.

considering how talkative and "in your face" he usually is, it's a comfortable middle ground for him when he's high.

can't usually reach it when he's sober.

he's never one to turn down a smoke. ever.

hence why you two smoke so often in the first place.

blows his own hit into your mouth all the time.

(you taught him that)

gets the munchies soo bad.

you and him go back to the mansion with pink, half-lidded eyes and start opening kitchen cabinets every other day.

instead of asking to wake and bake with you, he's more inclined to go smoke in the dead of night.

he's woken you up oh so many times to smoke at 4am.

to be fair, a lot of the time, it's after a mission. so regardless, you groggily point to your tray and pj's, to which he brings both to you in bed :).

everything is terribly funny to you two when you guys are high.

everyone in the mansion can smell and hear you two.

hoodie !!

if any of the proxies smoke, it's hoodie.

and if any of them were to have weed on them, it's hoodie.

token stoner of the proxies, truly.

isn't a lightweight solely based on experience.

you'll have to roll a couple when you smoke with hoodie.

enough to make sure you two are high and a couple more just to push the envelope.

more of a listener than a talker when he smokes.

he'll nod through puffs and give you small noises of affirmations as you speak, but isn't inclined to go on his own tangents.

knows enough spots to take you to a new one every day if he so pleased.

will always laugh a little harder at your jokes.

you two always find an excuse to sneak away and smoke one together.

so much that it's practically a form of quality time for guys now.

sparks you up whenever he can. it's one of his biggest forms of flattery <3.

exceedingly knowledgeable on strains, so both of you tend to talk about what you like to smoke.

masky !!

masky doesn't smoke too often, to be quite honest.

but fuck does he have a high tolerance.

unlike toby, he's relatively far from being a lightweight.

it takes him about 3 or 4 joints to ease into a really good high.

he honestly runs hoodie for his money. he could smoke him out without even realizing it.

so, of course, you were absolutely fucking appalled when you went to roll another after having just smoked 3 back to back with him.

he admires that you try and keep up, though.

while he doesn't prefer to dominate the conversation when he's smoking, he definitely likes to talk.

loves smoking early in the morning. tempt him with a cup of coffee and a j, and he's aaaall yours.

he always lets you finish whatever is left, out of both courtesy and affection.

masky likes the intimacy of having his own spots, but he's taken you with him plenty of times, as you've done with him.

prefers sativa.

(it's the easiest way for him to be high on a mission.)

after almost every mission, you two will trail off into the woods, one of you already pulling out a lighter.

#ticci toby x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #creepypasta #x reader #creepypasta x reader #gn reader #headcanon #creepypasta x y/n #proxies #marble hornets

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montimer · 10 months

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Jeff the killer x gn!reader

Warning:mention of knife,blood,scar

You hear sobbing from the bathroom

When you go there, theres Jeff w/ a knife, cutting the scars on his mouth deeper.

He notices you from the window and turns to you. "Aren't i beautiful, darling?"

Suprised but you nod. You get a napkin, not to wipe off the blood but his tears. "Yes, the most prettiest"

He just stares at you. Then he pulls you into a hug.

When ya'll pull away, whatever ya were wearing is now full off blood, painting a smile like mark.

He just smiles at you wider.

"Wanna get some snacks?"

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grvyrd-drms · 8 months

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good work soldier!

toby rogers x worried s/o

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A/N: @avrilswraith this ones for you 🫡

CW: gn!reader, CIPA (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis), self harm, mental illness struggles

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-HE DRIVES YOU FUCKING CRAZY.

-he's like a toddler tbh. you have to remind him when to eat, change, check him for any wounds when he goes out on his.... adventures...., check his temperature constantly.

-for those of you who don't know, people with CIPA rarely make it past the age of 3 due to them not being able to feel temperature changes. they overheat easily and pass away. they cannot sweat so it's harder for their bodies to regulate its normal temperature. they are also more than likely on the autism spectrum and have developmental delays. thanks for the TED talk back to hcs!!!

-whenever you're cuddling you make sure he doesn't have too much blanket on him, or when it's hot out you force him to drink water and cool down.

-he sometimes feels bad about it, guilty and feels like he just weighs you down. please please PLEASE reassure him that you genuinely care about him and that he's not a burden. he's struggling.

-on top of the autism, adhd, bpd, (me too bro) he feels absolutely disgusted with himself. toby feels like a freak who shouldn't have been born, a thing that somehow managed to survive. he has issues, and he doesn't want to dump them all onto you. but please take care of him. he needs it.

-absolutely has both mommy and daddy issues. as soon as you start taking care of him or showing concern he's like. gone. follows you around like a puppy, constantly wanting to be near you, absolutely obsessed with you (you quickly turn into his favorite person- fellow bpd people ykwim)

-on a darker note, if toby's having a hard time mentally and feels like you aren't paying attention to him, he absolutely would have no issue hurting himself, and going to you to fix it. he gives you no choice but to be near him and touching him.

-tbh you're like the toby rogers infirmary. you have taken the biggest weight off of eyeless jack's hands and he thanks you for it.

-stares at you with those big ol' brown eyes in adoration when you're helping him. he just cannot understand how someone can genuinely care and worry about him after all he's done. you're the reason he's still breathing (literally and poetically).

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tobi-boi · 1 year

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Their s/o steals their hoodie/jacket

Characters included: Bloody Painter, Jeff the Killer, Kagekao, Eyeless jack Genre: fluff Reader gender: gender neutral Warnings: blood/mentions of blood, gore/mentions of gore(kidney), knife(gif), profanity, probably ooc Word count: 300

Their s/o steals their hoodie/jacket, or at least tries to.

✦Bloody Painter✦

╺ Helen doesn't mind you wearing his jacket, as long as you give it back when he needs it.

╺ Expect him to have sketches of you wearing it, those are very precious to him.

╺ Helen's jacket is always clean– aside from paint and blood stains that wouldn't wash out– and has a lingering scent of some type of flower.

╺ You might even find some small sketches in the pockets.

✦Jeff the KIller✦

╺ Jeff will get really pissy about you taking his things, but at the same time he doesn't really care much since it's you.

╺ If his hoodie is huge on you; he wouldn't be able to stop thinking how cute you look in it. He might even let you keep it for awhile.

╺ Jeff's hoodie has old– and also newer– blood stains on it and has a lingering scent of Axe body spray.

╺ If you're lucky; you might even find a snack bar in the pocket from time to time.

✦Kagekao✦

╺ Kagekao mostly doesn't care if you wear his hoodie, he might tease you about it but that's it.

╺ He thinks it's adorable though, and sometimes will offer you it if you're cold.

╺ Kagekao's hoodie has unnoticeable wine and blood stains and also has a lingering scent of wine.

╺ You might find wine bottle caps in the pocket from time to time.

✦Eyeless Jack✦

╺ Jack doesn't care much, he knows you will give it back after all.

╺ He thinks it's cute that you borrow his hoodie, actually. And he will offer you it if you're cold.

╺ Jack's hoodie has unnoticeable blood stains and also has a lingering scent of blood.

╺ If you're unlucky you might find a half-eaten kidney in the pocket.

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theundeadsnake · 1 year

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Toby x introverted future S/O that lives in a cabin, away from the rest of society

Out of all the inhabitants of the forest, Toby seems to be the friendliest of them all and the least calculating so things will move with him very fast.

He hears you; he sees you; he wants you.

This curious criminal will approach you directly within days of first seeing you.

“Hello, I’m Toby” he will greet you with a wide smile and an open palm. A weird skinny man, suddenly showing up in front of you and acting far too friendly, will raise some red flags for you. As it should.

Nevertheless, your hesitance won’t make him back down. You will see him again over and over again; he won’t take the hint.

The more distance you will try to establish, the more effort he will put into getting close to you. This is ironic. You have to spell out your dislike for humankind. And even then, he won’t be staying away for long.

He will try for sure but his desire to see you, hear your voice, the way you move, that productive little organized stranger in the woods will grow on him. And so will his curiosity.

Expect to find yourself waking up to a stranger in your house, a stranger that is slowly crossing the line into an acquaintance, then a friend, and maybe even a lover. He helps you up in the morning, makes you an oddly sweet breakfast, and brightens up your day. You wonder how he has so much time – how you can get him out of your life? Yet his persistence and constant presence in your life will become a norm for you every day.

And then you start finding out about his own little quirks, his ticks and you get to find out a bit about the anxious mess that’s hiding behind that overly confident outgoing mask.

This is the Toby most others don’t know.

The inner self of a person who grew up having to contain an act of being “normal”, an act he was never able to maintain enough to please his parents, something they used against him to hide him away. To try to fool him into accepting it all.

And slowly you begin to realize that the “Toby” you met is an illusion for the shell of a person that lost someone very dear. You are allowed to see behind the pretend and meet the reckless, possessive, revenge-focused man that he is.

An odd combination of honesty, sweetness, and cruelty.

Lucky for you, he thinks of you as someone he likes, someone he will protect. Your isolated forest life remains mostly the same. You have an extra layer of protection.

While he can visit his favorite person almost as often as he would like.

Though, beware Toby has not had many close ones that stayed, he won’t tolerate that happening again. He will not let you leave.

You’re now his little hidden obsession.

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby headcanons #toby creepypasta #x reader #gn reader

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crxshed-skxlls · 9 months

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Hello there, I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to do something with Bloody Painter for me.

Thank you in advance.

Oo I'll gladly be willing. No worries, your sins are my command 🙏

— ❝ 15 Bloody Painter x Gn!Reader headcanons

NSFW tags: Mention of mirror sex, Exhibitionism, breath play, Blood play, S&M elements, aftercare headcanons, breeding, mentions of "pussy/ass drunk"

Viewer discretion is advised, as always.

NSFW headcanons:

Bloody Painter (or Helen) is a switch. He isn't too use to the idea of sex, but he prefers to dominate in situations. Helen only bottoms maybe once or twice of you catch him off guard.

Speaking of bottoming -- you may have to show him how to properly be intimate with you your first couple tries. After he gets the hang of it, you two should be on your merry ways.

Helen totally has a blood kink. He would find it arousing to see you covered with dark crimson, whether it be from your own or from his blood paints.

Helen isn't really a noisy person when it comes to sex. He'll let out a couple now and then, but he usually let's out breathy sounds and grunts.

Helen likes to tease you sometimes with the areas he picks for sex. He loves to fuck you in front of a mirror just to mumble how pretty you look in the reflection. His blue eyes wandering the spectacle like a marvelous work of art.

Helen likes to be choked. Whether you top him or not, the buzzed feeling to his head always gives him pleasure. He doesn't mind giving it either, his strong grip to your throat as he watches you let out choked moans is pure pleasure.

Helen isnt much of a talker during sex. He'll give a couple bits and pieces of dialogue, but sometimes he's just too focused on giving you pleasure to think of words.

Compared to the other creeps, Helen is actually pretty vanilla amongst them. He doesn't exactly like bondage, and definitely not voyuerism -- but he can have his experimental moments.

Helen is a sadomasochist. You can't win when it comes to pain with this painter. He wouldn't mind inflicting pain on you anyways, listening to your beautiful voice.

Helen has a breeding kink. He loves to babble on as he thrusts into you about how beautiful your children would look, and you had to admit sometimes it makes you blush more than ever.

Because of how unused he is to sexual intimacy (hes often busy with his "work"), Helen is incredibly sensitive. Hell, if you put in enough work you could get Helen pussy/ass drunk. His blue eyes flickering as you ride his cock, his breathy moans leaving him shaky.

Aftercare Headcanons:

Helen is incredibly good at making you feel comfortable after sex. Whether it be just cuddling you or giving you a tender bath, he is just skilled at letting your body untense and wind down.

Helen loves setting up intimate bubble baths with you when he can. He definitely spoils you after such intimate moments.

Helen appreciates any praise or compliments after sex. He loves listening to you mumble praises as you both cuddle together.

When you end up drifting off to sleep after a long session, Helen loves to tuck you in and make sure your okay if he ever needs to leave. He usually presses soft kisses on your head, mumbling a goodbye as he reluctantly slips out of bed.

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