#creepypasta imagine

[the-s1lly-corner]

Down time w/ Ticci Toby and Jeff the Killer

Going to be revisiting a lot of old prompts/requests and write them for these two (and others most likely) now that I'm writing romantic for them! Open to doing these with nina and jane if theres a demand!

Notes: reader is GN

CWs: mention of canon typical violence though it's in the form of conversation/past tense

Jeff

Ticci toby

Every now and then he tells you about his day- which inevitably is going to include the more gory bits.. hope you have the stomach to handle him talking about how he killed someone for looking at him funny- though if you insist he will tone it down.. just for you

Sometimes he does some knife throwing and if you ask, hes more than willing to let you join him! Even open to teaching you!

Trope of character a grabbing character b's hands to guide them my beloved^^^^

Hes completely fine with sitting on the couch with you and browsing your preferred streaming service of choice- watch a show with him and if its something you both deeply enjoy you guys can talk about it for hours

He can get... passionate, though.. so heads up if you have differing opinions on the show or a character!

Similar to Jeff, sitting down and watching something together is a nice way to find something to bond over! Bonus if you guys watch some reality tv show that's packed pull of drama, the two of you are going to be losing it for hours

Loves taking you out to go look at random shit in the woods or really any place that's been consumed by nature

Shows you cool rocks and cool bugs and frogs- a little disappointed if you're afraid of any of them

Loves stories but he struggles with reading, so sometimes you read out loud to him and he listens- a story AND he gets to hear you talk? Hes practically melting into the floor

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer imagine #Ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby imagine

[iicarused]

demons do not deserve human love

eyeless jack x reader

drabble // implied death, angst, mentions of blood : he bit you

a/n: i wrote this a few years ago hf this was about to be alastor but i was about to plagiarize my own one shot LMFOAOAOA bringing this piece back !!

YOU COULD FEEL HIS NAILS WHEN HE CRADLED YOUR HEAD, his touch making you flinch as he pulled you into an embrace. He felt cold, but that was not a new feeling to begin with. Every time you held the eyeless man, when your fingers would brush against his grey skin, he was cold. That was no surprise for he was a demon, a man who was no longer alive but had the faintest beating heart.

So he had to steal yours.

You remember the day you met him—or so you thought—almost brainwashed to believe you met him in a park. When in reality, you have met him longer ago. You would not know that, because Jack has always kept it that way. You met him when his name was Miles, then again when he was Ezekiel, and the list would go on and on. Yet for some odd reason, you never seen it.

The way he disguised himself to fool you; maybe he’s the fool for believing a monster like him could love you the way other humans love. Alas, the vast difference between a monster and a human is an everlasting contrast that one can see immediately.

Their hearts do not beat the same way as yours.

It’s a brief moment while you recall memories with him; and only him. It’s almost refreshing to smell an Earthy scent, your mind wandering to the past of rainy days and forest walks. Your hand holding his with little sunlight cascading through the trees. It came in pools of honey that kissed your cheeks, welcoming you with warmth for a second longer.

“Deers are my favourite animal, you know.” An effort to strike a conversation, you would only hear a hum from the eyeless man.

But then, he cleared his throat. “I know.” Muffled behind the mask, almost inaudible from his quiet tone, he squeezed your hand. “That’s why I brought you out today.”

You spared him a glance, a brow raised in question. Jack would only answer by a vague motion to look forward.

So that’s what you did; and there it was, a deer.

Maybe that’s how you earned your nickname, fawn, from Jack. Yet, he would never tell you, he preferred deers after human meat when it came to his hunger.

Reality struck when you heard him whisper.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He cried between whispered breaths, choking on his own words.

You gazed up at him. You felt the black ooze that leaked from his sockets fall to your cheek, the thickness it once had now replaced with liquid tears. He looked pathetic.

You stared at his stained lips that was smudged with your blood; only then you would piece together that he was the reason for why your heart would beat and the reason it stops.

#ᥫ᭡. #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #eyelessjack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack hc #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x y/n

[dragon-chica]

Goldilocks and the Creeps

Fandom: Creepypasta, specifically the old x reader interpretations.

Tendency to write one of these for random fandoms when I have trouble napping

You need a place to sleep, here's a pros and cons list you're tried.

Masky: Has no problem with you sleeping in his bed -he's the problem. Too tired to care about getting changed he flops into bed, on top of his covers still dressed in his jeans and doesn't even bother to kick off his boots. Asleep in minutes and sounds like he's sawing logs. You take his extra pillow to sandwich out the sound.

Bloody Painter: His room retains the coppery scent from old paintings hung on his walls, but his otherwise tidy and welcoming, not a big cuddler and might take the opportunity to paint you after you've gotten comfortable and fallen asleep. Not a bad choice.

Liu/Sully: Liu is wonderful, very respectful and a little shy if you want to snuggle. Quiet and sleeps on his side, has a cozy comforter. Sully just wants to fuck and will wake you up to ask once Liu's asleep.

Eyeless Jack: Seems great, comfy enough bed, doesn't snore, will keep to himself or hold you if you prefer. You can easily ignore that deep intake of breath when his nose is at your nape. All's good until you wake up to him licking you like he's taste-testing if you're done.

Hoodie: Sure you can sleep in his room, but it's so sparsely decorated like a cheap motel room and he sits on the edge of his dresser filming you. He's not being particularly weird about it, normal and chill if you talk to him.

Sally: Offers to share her bed when she hears you need somewhere to sleep! An offer too sweet to turn down, but her pink princess children's bed is too small for you both and you end up the rest of the night on the couch, but thank her with pancakes in the morning.

Dr. Smiley: You were exhausted of everyone else and went down to sleep on his vacant operating table, dragging your pillow and fuzzy blanket along. All was well until he arrives home with a new victim screaming in tow.

Puppeteer: Not the most welcoming but you push past him and flop onto his bed. Will trace little lines down your shoulders and arms while you sleep trying not to wake you, may subtle turn you towards him with his strings to see if you'll cuddle him.

Laughing Jack: Super cuddly and comfy! wraps his arms around you multiple times and just envelops you in warmth and he's soft like felt, great night until you get really fucked up dreams. Can't untangle yourself then either.

Jason the Toymaker: His bed is covered in stuffed toys he has made and he is very comfy to hold/be held by. Doesn't sleep much so if you wake up his bright green eyes illuminate looking down at you, but that doesn't disturb your sleep. Similar freaky dreams again though.

Ticci Toby: Great cuddle buddy, little spoon, cozy to snuggle against. Until you wake up with a bloody nose from his elbow and he's still snoring away.

Slenderman: Does he sleep? Might just 'stare' at you for asking if you can sleep in his bed, without an answer you're not sure if he's mocking you or bewildered by the question, too tired you just try the next one. Maybe Smile Dog's bed is empty.

BEN DROWNED: Very high on the list, just take an eye mask and noise canceling headphones, have his bed to yourself while he games. Plus if you sleep-grab him to cuddle he'll just freeze up at let you. No body heat tho and his room smells like doritos and moutain dew.

Jeff the Killer: Sleeps like he is dead, does not move a muscle, such quiet breathing, not bad if you don't mind the feeling there's a corpse next to you. But if he forgets to put his eye-mask on you turn over and see his eyes flickering back and forth at crazy speeds.

Jane the Killer: She prefers her space but might let you out of pity seeing those eye bags and hearing your issues. Gives you a face mask before bed and it's a proper sleepover until you pass out. Wants to talk pros and cons (you're giving her this list) of everyone later.

Kagekao: 10/10, finally no issues. You two get drunk and chat before bed and you peacefully pass out in a good mood. Lets you sleep in his bed whenever.

#Creepypasta x reader #Creepypasta imagine #Kagekao #Jane the Killer #Jeff the Killer #BEN DROWNED #Slenderman #Ticci Toby #Jason the Toymaker #Laughing Jack #Eyeless Jack #Hoodie #Puppeteer #Dr. Smiley #Sally #Bloody Painter #Liu and Sully #Masky

[toots-senpai]

A/n: I have a little bit of a teaser for this nsfw ticci toby fic that people are asking for, but lol i truly dont know where to go with it and requests are still open especially for this one, also one hundred percent unedited so don't expect picasso

thank you @kiss4vicfuentes for making me post this teaser <33

small nsfw below the cut

Something is hidden in his small taps against the counter and his long stare into your abdomen as you move around the kitchen in the middle of the night for a snack. He’s yawned a few times and has rubbed his eyes alot yet his stare doesn’t let up. A laugh brings a smile to becoming brighter on his face when you come around the counter to give him a kiss while the microwave goes in the background. The whirr is background noise and a hum in your hearing besides his kisses to your throat and the shuffling of your clothes from his hands making his way under. One hand grabbing the small of your back while the other one slowly makes it way up your stomach and through the valley of your chest. He grabs your throat swiftly pulling you as close as he can with his firm grip at your throat right from the base of your jaw. Passionate, too fierce to be any form of healthy but too soft for him. You thought you knew what you were signing up for the moment you decided to stay with him. If you were ever able to say vows, 'for better or for worse' wouldn't be in them and “it can't be worse than what he gave you originally” as a solid vow. He's promised that. Your vows besides that before anything would rather involve 'in sickness or in health'. Not too traumatizing of an environment or even a situation yet the possibility of anything shaking the room. You have to be ready. Ready for his attention and the emotions that come with it because it's always for better. Inconsistency isn't something you're unfamiliar with and Toby will always be better than everything before but he is everything and inconsistent. A promise can be kept, but still that promise brings insecurities to the surface without trying.

It’s the statue of the promise, that it always has to be better. Confident that there will always be a problem ahead and things have to become better than then. You know he’s gone far for that promise. The house you’re in, compared to the original abandoned building, is an upgrade he paid in blood. Not murder though, the house was untouched and webbed from the corners of the floors to the ceilings once you stepped in this said day, the day he came down an uncuffed you from the pillar in that building.

It’s a sight you remember clearly. There was blood running down from multiple parts of his face with his lip busted open and an excited smile painted by a child. His words held more than true like the night before that day. You haven’t seen that smile since, the look in his eyes now are darker than before and for some reason his pupils are blown wider than crazy. He has you against the counter. now and you don’t have to look at yourself to know how disheveled you look. Your brows furrow and he gives you one of his silent chuckles against your lips before stripping you of your shirt and kissing up the bare skin of your stomach.

Toby gets off just knowing your his. Knowing confidently that anytime he slips into bed you’re there with the almost the same skimpy tanktop and shorts that he can slip his hand under whenever he wants. Your bedtime wear is almost made for him to easily take off, he slips into your panties always with ease. He’s keeping his eyes locked with yours as he latches onto one of your nipples, teeth teasing and tugging the nub while his fingers making lazy circles around the other, small pinches every time his teeth drag a bit on the other. His other hand is already sliding your shorts to the side and running his hand up and down your inner thighs. He wants you to twitch and quiver and pull him closer, his endgoal is always over stimulation. He loves you shoving while trying to push him away from his broad chest and he’ll push himself more into you, skin to skin. It’s always a game to Toby, cat and mouse. Push and shove. He’s towering over you now instead, looking you down with a cocky smile on his face. It’s more skin digging than the stare earlier, even more then when he bends down to reconnect his mouth against your skin. There's no urgency with his mouth or his fingers and he's appreciating all the skin that rubs against his and lands in his mouth. He's all over you with no ends to letting you go or letting his attention detour.

Only once do your eyes roll back and it's a one way ticket to your brain. There's your thinking. Your air is almost taken away from you when he bites you, your eyes lock with his again but the thought doesn't waver even more so regardless of his attentiveness.

'he's needy..'

He scoffs at you.

"What are you looking away for?" He mutters against your skin, his tone is raspy and his eyes are piercing while his teeth could break underneath the muscles of your collarbones and up to your cheeks with the piercing glare while you crane your neck a bit to look down at him. He's starting to kiss down your stomach slowly, teasing your hips with small grasps. your lungs push your stomach as you heave nervously. Your skin is already marked from his other nights of pent up aggression and how slow he is reminds you of the switch that can be flicked in a matter of seconds within him.

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a/n : lmao go wild with suggestion

#ticci toby x reader smut #ticci toby smut #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta smut #creepypasta imagines

[scary-lasagna]

Hi Kitty! I was wondering how the proxies would react if their s/o went MIA on a mission? How would they react if they ever came back? Or what if they didn’t…? Anyway, hope you’re doing good! Remember to drink water and take breaks when you need them!!

Masky

When looking into himself for an answer, he would only meet himself with the realization of the harsh reality of this life.

He knows you're dead. He's seen the unsurvivable horror firsthand. The blood, the gore, the turning people inside out.

It's a terrible way to mourn over your lover knowing that they would be meeting the same fate.

Others will insist on looking for them, but he will decline rather harshly.

Masky would rather not have your death rubbed in his face with false hope that you might still be out there.

Slender forcefully made him stay home to rest, despite Masky's efforts of wanting to immediately go back to work.

And on that week off, he stared at the ceiling. He stared at the picture of you he keeps in his wallet.

He stared into the void of your whispers that didn't talk back.

Hoodie

Brian is a huge family guy. He seeks out relationships, whether they're romantic or platonic.

So when Slender privately pulled him aside and told him the news, he went into a bit of shock. Hoodie didn't even attempt to fight for control in that moment.

It was quiet in his head for the first time in a lot of years.

He didn't hear anything of what Slender said after that. And somehow he made his way to his room to recuperate.

Slowly, the grief turned into anger. Anger towards the situation, anger toward you, anger toward Slender, anger toward his friends.

He wasn't the same person, and he hasn't smiled since.

But he won't give up. Every minute of his waking day is dedicated into finding you again. And he's not going to stop before he either meets the same fate as you or Slender physically restrains him.

Toby

Toby, the sweet boy, is absolutely heart broken.

He doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.

He spends hours talking with Slender for any possible way they can locate you again, even if it was just your corpse.

A proper burial would be respectful of your memory and the love you showed toward everyone.

While depressed, Toby tries his best to have hope and stay positive, even as the years dwindle on.

He hopes that one morning he'll find you eating breakfast as if nothing happened.

He hopes you two can cuddle and watch that terrible movie that he hates but watches it with you because he loves spending time with you.

He hopes he can exact his revenge one day, after he locates the culprit.

He hopes that Lyra is taking good care of you where ever you may be in the afterlife.

#little knowest to toby lyra is a banshee but shhh dont tell him that #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #slender #creepypasta imagine #toby #masky #hoodie #masky x reader #tim wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #brian x reader #hoodie x reader #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers x reader

[gritsgigabits]

Creepypasta winter headcanons~

To celebrate the beginning of the polar night, have some winter snippets for the Creepypastas!

Eyeless Jack

Oh it’s cold out? It’s often safe to assume that EJ hasn’t noticed that the weather has gotten colder (or hotter). He isn’t that sensitive to changes in temperature. It has something to do with his not-being-human.

Despite the cold not bothering him, EJ wants to blend in as much as he can. He wants you to take him shopping so he can buy himself an entire winter wardrobe! He wants all the cosy sweaters, woolly socks and the thickest winter jacket he can find.

It’s delightful to watch him get excited about things like that, although during the shopping spree you constantly worry about where you’re going to fit all his new things in your small-ish apartment.

EJ likes the atmosphere of winter evenings – you two can sit side by side on the couch while watching the flame of a single candle dance in the darkness. He likes to make you hot cocoa that you can have during those peaceful moments.

EJ always has a warm beverage of his own, although he never tells you what’s actually in it. It’s dark and syrupy and smells abhorrent, so you don’t even want to know.

Jeff the Killer

Jeff complain about the cold all the time. He doesn’t actually have a preference when it comes to seasons – he always has something negative to say.

In the summer it’s too hot, in the winter it’s too cold. He doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s just his habitual lamentation.

Jeff doesn’t believe in winter clothing. He will wear the same hoodie-and-jeans combo all year round, and refuses to put on anything more, even if you pester him about it.

The way he dresses might actually have something to do with why he is never satisfied with the weather. He has poor clothing-adaptability.

Although the cold weather is the perfect excuse to spend some quality time together, Jeff will firmly tell you that he doesn’t want to cuddle with you under a blanket. He will keep saying it, even when you’ve already convinced him to join you.

He will burry himself chin-deep into the blanket and mutter that it’s a stupid waste of time to sit around like that. (It’s hard to take him seriously)

Masky

Tim prefers to stay indoors when it gets cold and dark out. He generally runs on caffeine and sunlight, so during the dark season he would rather sit before the fireplace and stare at the wall.

If you’re up for it, he would enjoy having you there next to him. The extra warmth that you provide both for his body and his soul are welcome additions to those relaxing moments.

It’s rather counter-intuitive to think about, but his headaches usually get better when it’s cold out. Tim doesn’t know why that is but he certainly isn’t complaining! It means that he can concentrate more on the time spent with you.

If you’re the baker type and enjoy making Christmas treats and pastries, Tim will happily watch you waltz around in the kitchen. The smell of something baking in the oven makes him feel at home.

Though he isn’t big on eating sweet things, he likes to see you at the kitchen counter with a smile on your face and flour all over your clothes.

Hoodie

Being the positive man he is, Brian always finds a sunny side in everything – even when it’s about winter and he might not actually see the sun in weeks.

He likes to go sledding. It brings out the little boy in him that he usually keeps under wraps.

Brian feels that cold weather is only a matter of attitude and choice of clothing – if you put on a nice parka and a thick scarf, the cold weather won’t hurt you. If you complain about the cold, he tends to get annoyed with your attitude.

“Just put on more clothes!”

“I’m already wearing six layers and look like the Michelin Man!”

“Yeah, like the cutes Michelin Man I’ve ever seen~”

Ticci Toby

Toby is essentially a cat in human form: he appreciates warmth, comfort, and soft materials. Winter, being all cold, dark and dreary, is absolutely not his favourite season.

Toby always has cold hands, but even more so in the winter. It gets to a point where he has to sit five minutes with his hands stuffed into his armpits so he can regain his fine motor control to paint.

Now that he has you in his life, however, he can warm his hands on your body instead!

You get a little wary of hugging him because never know when he’s going to press his freezing hands against you back or sides. He usually does give you a warning beforehand, though.

#creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x reader #ticci toby x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack #ticci toby #masky #hoodie #marble hornets #jeff the killer #creepypasta imagine

[niphredil-14]

eyeless jack x reader comfort? that would be really nice

Jack was never any good with words, always toeing the line between being introverted and just downright antisocial. So, when he walks into the shared bedroom, only to find them curled up in a blanket burrito surrounded by snot-and-tear filled tissues and darkness, he freezes. Part of him considers slowly and silently backing away to prevent making their situation worse, but that option was off the table when they looked up at him and sniffled. Sometimes he cursed his eyesight, foggy and more confusing than helpful ever since the incident, but in that moment, he was grateful. He knew well enough that they were hurting, and though his dark heart was icy cold, it belonged to them more than it did him, and so their pain was shared. He knew that if he could clearly see their red, puffy, tear-streaked face, it would only hurt him more. Slowly trotting into the room, he sat beside them, and gently repositioned them. With him now resting against the headboard, legs stretched out towards the foot of the bed, they were laid on top of him, their head on his chest, the rest of their body curled up like a cat resting on its master's lap. When he had made sure that they were comfortable, waiting for them to settle down after readjusting themselves, he began to make a low, guttural vibration and noise, practically a purr. Though he hadn’t done much studying on his own functions past basic first aid, he figured that with how similar it was to purring, that it must have similar calming effects on those around him. And so he laid there with them, not saying a word, simply purring and rubbing their back in long, drawn out circles, as they cried, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of their head. When their tears had come to a stop, his ministrations on their back slowed, and softly, he spoke up. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Their response would have been nearly inaudible if it weren’t for his heightened senses. 

“Not right now.” Taking a minute of silence to think, he held them, then spoke again. 

“‘S there anything I can do?” Their response was muffled, as they had turned their face into his chest, pressing so hard against him that he was convinced they would have clawed their way inside of his ribs if they had the ability to. 

“Just keep holding me like this please.”

“Sure, Sweetheart.”

#eyeless jack #creepypasta #ej #eyeless jack x reader #ej x reader #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack imagine #ej imagine #eyeless jack drabble #ej drabble #eyeless jack fluff #ej fluff #eyeless jack comfort #ej comfort #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta drabble #creepypasta fluff #creepypasta comfort

[yazthebansheek]

ask Sally Williams!

some basic headcanons for her:

She’s 9 years old (forever)

Her favorite color is pink

her best friends are Puppeteer, Laughing Jack, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, and some of the younger pastas

Her sister figures are: Nina the killer, Lazari, Clockwork

Brother figures: Jeff the killer, Eyeless jack, Ben drowned, Ticci-Toby.

she loves cookies and basically anything sweet.

Her full name is Sally Maryam Williams

she can see other ghosts and even sense when bad things are about to happen sometimes

When she’s angry or upset, her eyes will turn green and start glowing.

she can float, has telekinesis, and can phase through stuff.

she has night terrors and ptsd.

she likes to cause trouble sometimes

she loves to play dress up!

Slender uses her as his eyes and ears

She can be a sassy lil brat 💅

she can be an absolute savage sometimes.

she loves smile dog and the rake

Jason sometimes makes her dresses!

ask her anything!!!!!

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[va-3]

crossed paths.

character: jeff the killer

Annoyed, you left through the door you'd picked open just minutes before. Somehow, someway, you'd been unlucky enough to be hired to kill someone who was already dead. And by dead you mean murdered. Yes, you could return to your employer and say that you'd killed the victim, but the kill was so messy, so very much unlike you. You were a weapon, and as a weapon it was your profound job to be insanely precise. A gory murder-scene was not insanely precise. You were halfway across the backyard now, preparing to get a running start and leap over the fence, but a single footfall changed your plans.

The shing! of a knife being removed from a pocket came from behind you, but your attacker was slow. By the time they'd completely removed their knife and were readying to pounce, you were facing him dead on, cold as stone and armed. A sleek, suppressor-wearing gun was pointed directly at the pale man's head, shocking him into an almost paralyzed state. 

Usually, you would've pulled the trigger already, ending the ignorant fools life. But...he did not seem like an ignorant fool who had stolen your kill. He was as pale as a sheet, eyes sunken into his head like he'd been unable to sleep for weeks. But that wasn't what had grasped your interest. His smile was carved into his cheeks, just ending a few inches below his eyes. It was stunning in your eyes. 

He'd noticed your hesitation by now, and raised an invisible brow when you lowered your gun slowly and tucked it back into its holster. 

"What's your deal," He asked, dropping his arm limply at his side.

"You're beautiful."

He froze, unable to form a response. By the time his mouth had caught up with his mind, you had walked off, carrying out your planned actions from before, leaving the killer to become as curious about you as you were fascinated by him.

#creepypastaimagine #creepypasta #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #x reader #creepypasta imagine #va-3

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

Candy

LJ: Have you guys seen my candies?

Jeff: No we don't.. Maybe Ben has it?

LJ: I already asked him and he said that he doesn't have it *sigh* what a waste.. I can kill so Many children with it.

Y/N: *Eating the Candies* Want some guys?

Everyone: *Shocked*

Y/N: Wha- *Collapse*

Jeff: *Stare* hmmmm yup She's dead let's move on.. *Turn on the TV*

Y/N: *Wasted*

LJ: *Smile Happily* They Worked!

#Creepypasta #Creepypasta imagine #Creepypasta canon #Creepypasta x y/n #Creepypasta x reader #Jeff the Killer #Laughing Jack #Jeff x reader #LJ x reader #Reiketsunomizunomegami #Reiketsunomizunomegami blog #Reiketsunomizunomegami writing

[eyeless-cunt]

May you do the sfw dynamics between slendeman x male reader? Please there’s barely any and I am but a sad little clown

this is a newer ask but it is easy so into the drafts it goes

TW/CW: Slight Gore. Death. Suicide mentions. Romance Babe 🌹

Slender lives a quiet existence for the most part. It's dark where he lives, and barely any sound reaches this part of the forest. There's not many animals brave enough to make noise in these parts, much less any people. Slender spends most of his existence in this quiet darkness. And only when he gets hungry is there sound. That's typically when you scurry away to a place you don't have to listen to the hunt taking place. You wish he'd finish them off before they started their unavoidable screeching, but you know he loves the hunt. He'll savor every moment despite your many wishes that ask the opposite of him.

You wonder why he chooses the victims he does. There's typically no physical characteristics that stand out to you. Just a raw horror that shows through their eyes. The way they all react differently but somehow come to the same conclusion. The same hopeless, frozen despair that almost feels contagious. You can always feel their suffering as you watch their eyes practically melt from the sockets, the static finally taking effect. Their mouths always stuck open, eventually to fall silent even before they die. You don't wonder how it feels to be in their shoes. You're well aware.

The horror, oh the fucking horror, to have eyes laid in every corner of your room, to watch you while you sleep no matter how tight your blinds are drawn. To haunt you while you lay awake and unable to rest your eyes, well aware you can do nothing but kill yourself to make the creature leave you alone. Oh how you understand how Slender's prey now wishes they would have killed themselves before. It would have been an easier death, no matter how painfully they chose to go. It would have been so less terrifying. So less horrifyingly bleak. Not peaceful. But merciful.

You know all this. You know all of it on a level that I could only dream to write about coherently. But fuck do you adore him. Fuck do you crave him. Fuck do you love the way he always knows where you are. Always knows what you're thinking. Always makes sure to wipe off the blood before kissing you. Fuck is it disgusting, fuck is it delicious, fuck is it fucking euphoric.

#creepypasta #ask #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta headcanon #slenderman #slenderman x reader #slenderman x male reader #Slenderman imagine #slenderman headcanons #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta imagine #couldn't get my point across in this one #tw suicide

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hi!! this is my first time requesting anything but i was wondering if you could do creepypasta boys were you kiss / compliment there scars!

Kissing their scars (various crp)

Bro I scratched my skin right next to this burn last week and it HURTS so bad

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack

Notes: Reader is GN, fluff, these boys need help

CWs: talks of violence in.. well all of them, mentioned of self harm in Jeff's part

Jeff

You decide to kiss the gashes in his cheeks, the ones that he carved.. he never really viewed them as anything very negative; sure it reminds him of the night he killed his entire gamily.. a fact he has a very wishy washy feeling of guilt over depending on the day

At first he thinks you're trying to kiss his cheeks but you make it very clear what you're trying to do when you begin to compliment them- they've healed so well since theyve been put there

Between the three he tries to play it off the most, of course it looks nice- they make him beautiful, and he always will be beautiful! What are you talking about reader?

Hes not at all willing to be vulnerable around you, it doesnt matter how long you two know each other or how close you get he never.. really let's himself just be in his feelings around others

But just know that hes going to be sitting in bed tonight looking up at the ceiling replaying what you've said and going back over the events that lead him here- rare moment of self reflection essentially

But to your face.. hes just the same as hes always been, even teasing you for having such a huuuge crush on him- bonus if the two of you are already dating

Eyeless Jack

You rarely ever get to see him without the mask, but when you do.. it's best not to do something like this the first time you see his eye sockets- hes very cagey about his face in the first place and hes not quiet ready to handle more attention drawn to it. The first few times it's off it's best to meet it with indifference

But when more time passes, you're more than welcome to test the waters. You already knew Jack had a fair collection of scars, but there was a different feel to the burned and gashed holes where his eyes would have been

He wont let you kiss him, mostly because hes unsure of what exactly the goo was made of, as well as naturally not liking the idea of someone putting their mouth where his eyes just to be- but you're allowed to trace your fingers along the scar tissue

Hes never going to tell you what happened unless theres a reason to, hes very firm when setting this boundary. It's just something that makes him feel.. gross..

He already doesn't talk much but he becomes silent as you trace your fingers and talk to him

He might go back to wearing his mask all the time again for a while but it's not exactly your fault, it was just a huge step- it's okay to back up a bit to process things

Ticci Toby

Due to his CIPA he has a bit of a disconnect between him and his injuries, scars included. He didnt really feel them when they were being made, sure he may have felt some pressure depending on what caused it but other than that, nothing really.. for a lot of them he doesnt have much thoughts- neither good nor bad

The only ones that really make him feel something are the ones he sustained from the crash- they're scattered across his body...

If you kissed or complimented any other scar he would tease you for being a little "weird", even making it a game to guess where he got the current scar from- with outlandish answers of course

But the second you reach one of /those/ scars the fun is immediately cut, you can tell theres something off

Similar to Jack, its something that has to be eased into due to the weight associated with the injuries. It's not the fact that it hurt when he got them but they serve as a reminder of what he lost

The only one who really tries to change the subject, perhaps by asking if you have any scars or markings on your body or simply changing the subject all together

Probably the only one who wouldn't want to be complimented due to the nature of some of his scars

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer imagine #jeff the killer x you #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack imagine #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby imagine

[en3s]

thinking of finally writing smth guys, send reqs !!!

-no smuts

-i write 4:

.Quackity

.Wilbur Soot

.BEN Drowned

.Jeff the Killer

.Ticci Toby

.a/istv characters

-also, English isn't my first language

🫀

#quackity x reader #wilbur x reader #quackity imagine #wilbur imagine #astv imagine #istv imagine #creepypasta imagine #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby imagine #jeff the kiler imagine #jeff the killer x reader

[sryne]

philia still goin 👍🏻👍🏻‼️‼️

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta oc #creepypasta original character #creepypasta x reader #ben drowned #eyeless jack #jane the killer #jeff the killer #hoodie #masky #ticci toby #laughing jack #creepypasta imagine

[toots-senpai]

can you do more stuff with your somnophilia brain/hoodie?? i love they way you write his character <333

Authors response: oo bitch you got me there ughhhhhh

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: Creepypasta

Pairing: Hoodie/Brian Thomas x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: short- 856

Warnings: smut, tw:somnophilia, kidnap mention

♡ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ♡

NSFW under the cut

At the end of the day Brian has always been a sweetheart, attentive to all your needs and quick on his toes to help you with whatever you needed down to the last detail, but everyone would know how stupid you must be to allow him into your life. He let you go like you asked and when you came back home it only took a few seconds to look at the floor before he began clean your missing papers that were left scattered across the kitchen and living room floors and tables from your poor grandmother. He consistently helps her with groceries now without your asking and does everything that you need done. He’s.. helpful, you can’t deny it. You can’t deny how much you’ve fallen in love with the murderous man, watching him through the windows of your childhood home while he does all of your errands for the day. Can’t deny how much you enjoy the lonely nights earning for him to come back to you just for the moon to dance off your eyelashes when you stir awake his hair moved up by your hands to keep his face in between your thighs and let his rough palms bruise your hips. His airy gasps of air over your shoulder will continuously be your weak point, his voice will keep you locked away in his tower of escape from the outer world forever if it means the princess treatment he gives you. The presents, the tender care, he’s different only for you because after all the world doesn’t need his love only you do.

Bending knee to you and Slender has been the easy thing he has done, it gives him sanity at the end of the day. He agrees that your grandmother deserves to peacefully live the rest of her life as you cried to him and he can stay undercover in a house like this anyway if it meant your submissiveness. No one truthfully cared when you came back into this town and this old american home is perfect for his space, hiding right under the noses of dirty cops in this small town. Tim isn’t around to snicker and the basement is all his with 4 ways out and on top of it all he has a beautiful reward upstairs who always sleeps so peacefully in this house compared to the cold cabin in the forest. He doesn’t fully like it here though, the townspeople are too informative and he misses when the forest quieted your screams and pounds of the headboard, he misses how rough he could be with you. Maybe that he could slam the door of your grandfather’s truck this late at night. He’s got a bag of clothes in the back and your neighbor turned on his porch light to the sound. He groans, he’s always hated noisy people, it’s what he enjoyed about you. You keep a safe distance with him, relationship wise and even while you two walk around each other. It’s different from the cool cabin nights spent snuggling and hot coffee and breakfast morning wrapping around each other. He’s doing this all for you, he can live his own life, no one actually cares anyways but you and him. It’s his reality that he’s made and he slips through the house so quietly that not even the stairs creak.

From the basement to the second floor and slipping into your childhood room. He’s aware of his need to forget about tonight when he pulls off the hoodie he wears and throws it by the mask thats left neglected next to his gun in the top drawer that hangs open. The bed slightly creaks when he sits on the back of your thighs and runs his hands up your pajama shorts while kissing up your spine and to your shoulder softly chuckling deeply and making your hair stand causing you to shiver at his ministrations. You shuffle underneath him as his lips latch onto your neck and two fingers push against your pussy lips through the cotton of your underwear and your whines slip even in your sleep with the delicious friction of him pushing to your clit and rubbing. He could never let these moments go, you’re too comfortable here and perfectly vulnerable just for him. He doesn’t wait to slip into your heat though after teasing you through your shorts, sliding the flimsy shorts and underwear to the side between the junction of his thumb as he grips your hips bottoming out. A few slow strokes is all he needs to think about what he wants to do next as he continues to tease you in your sleep. You tend to wake up when you’re unsatisfied. You’ll wake up whiny and bouncing your ass back on him and he'll reply with his hand letting go of your already ruined shorts and onto your throat shutting you up so grandma can get her full night of sleep. This is right where he wants you anyways, ready for him whenever he truly wants.

#hoodie x reader #hoodie x reader smut #brian thomas smut #hoodie smut #brian thomas x reader smut #creepypasta #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta smut #tw: somnophilia

[scary-lasagna]

I-

okay, this is a very strange request, but hear me out

BEN’s reaction to finding out his friend read fan fiction about him

this is a random thought I had at 3am and I need answers

The Mermaid and the Trapped soul

"AND KNOTTED YOUR FINGERS THOUGH HIS SILKY BLONDE HAIR-"

"ben nOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

You were sobbing, screaming, crying, rolling on the floor, walking upside down, and singing a soap opera over Ben going through your search history. One of the items had his name on it, and being a celebrity in the Underrealm means there will definitely be fanfiction about everyone you know lurking somewhere on the internet.

Ben actually reads some in his spare time for shits and giggles, and even takes turns reading them out loud with Jeff when they're having a night in together to laugh so hard their belly bursts.

But you simply had a problem with your computer. Your screen was glitching, and you probably needed to update your graphics driver. You casually mentioned what you had to do and Ben jumped to help you to show off his tech-savvy skills.

And you haven't cleared your search history for a while. Which is one of the first things Ben wanted to do since your computer was so slow, and it was probably eating up RAM. And then he saw it.

The wretched history entry.

"(Ben Drowned x Reader) The Mermaid and the Trapped Soul by nyakittyxD"

And he just fucking started reading it without hesitation, and you didn't notice until he started saying sentences outloud. All attempts to turn off the computer or push him out the chair were futile, having massive control both over the tech and his own ghostly, erm-, 'trapped soul' body.

You will not hear the end of it, and he makes a huge joke out of it, teasing you with memorized lines from the fiction ate very chance he gets.

But he'll think about it when he's alone.

Wondering what it would feel like to have your arms wrapped around his neck as your lips danced together on the side of a beach somewhere in Europe after your parents sold you to One Direction.

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