I'll be the first brave soul and request this, now that it seems you're becoming more comfortable with the idea of writing romantic hcs for toby... but perhaps could you build on that crush post you recently made? Ofc you dont have to if you're not ready, I understand! ❤❤

Ticci Toby crushing on the reader

Baby steps!!! We are dipping our toes into writing romantic for new characters! Woo!

Notes: Reader is GN

CWs: None

He doesn't know how... hard..? To peruse you- what is a normal amount of interest to display in someone? That's not even taking into consideration the walls toby has put up in order to prevent anyone from getting too close

Didnt grow up with many friends, let alone any partners so he's totally out of his element

The closet hes gotten to "dating" was when people from his school would fake ask him out- terrible situation...

He does shoot some playful teasing and pickup lines at you, and despite his nerves he manages to stick it through and say it! Sure he exits as soon as theres an opening but hey- progress is progress!

Switches from being very clingy with you and outright avoiding you.. see first two points

Very jealous, though, and WILL insert himself in to get your attention away from whoever he thinks is getting too buddy with you

I dont think he would ask you out, at least not in a.. "oh.. I like you" casual way or with any romantic build up

He just blurts it out when it gets too overwhelming, very blunt and straightforward

Poor guy

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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!

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.

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

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Cuddling w/ Various Creepypastas 1/2

Notes: some characters have shorter sections but that's mostly due to me already writing cuddling hcs for said character! Reader is GN, this entire post can be read as either platonic or romantic! Save for the usual characters I dont write romantic for. Depending on the reception of this post I might do a part two with other characters.. do feel free to ask for anyone specific who wasn't in this post!

Characters: Slenderman, Splendorman, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Jeff the Killer

SLENDERMAN

Physical affection with slenderman is fairly rare. Sure, he gives you the mock kiss every now and then and might even snake a tendril around you to pull you close to him if you start straying in the woods... but to actually cuddle? Good luck with that! Though.. I feel it would be likely in a moment of much needed comfort- perhaps you're sick or you just point blank ask him to hold you.. hes cold, and you can feel bones but you dont care all that much. Hes stiff as a board, though. By default hes the big spoon, will likely never be the little spoon ever. Sometimes wraps his tentacles around you if you need to get even closer 4/10 because I love him but cuddling with him would be so so rare

SPLENDORMAN

Runs more on the warmer side! Loves being the big spoon, and of course hes very tall! Sometimes hums when you two lean into one another. Rocks you too as well, if you ask him to. Very touch starved so he attempts to seek you out every now and then.. not very soft though thanks to being very thin. He likes carrying you around! Hope you're not afraid of heights! 8/10

EYELESS JACK

I've mentioned a few times that hes very cold to the touch.. like ice cold. So unless you're into that, cuddling him might be a little.. hmm.. not that some blankets cant fix though! My headcanon is that hes on the shorter side, but kind of chubby buff. Soft! Switches between being little and big spoon. Hes not too keen in physical touch so you're going to have to wait for him to initiate.. I'm biased but I give him a solid 7/10

LAUGHING JACK

In contrast to the other Jack, Laughing Jack is actually pretty warm! It's like snuggling up into a heated blanket! His torso isnt very soft, but the puffs on his shoulders are nice and soft- as are his arms! And he purrs so that just makes it more relaxing! Switches between being big and little spoon, he doesnt seem to show much of a preference! Hes a total cuddle bug, if he could he would be snuggled up against you all day every day! 9/10, and hes very large! 8 feet tall is his default! Loves snaking his arms around you

MASKY

Adverse to touch, mostly in the beginning of your relationship (whether platonic or romantic, it doesnt matter), so its best to leave the initiation to him. Even then he rarely seeks you out. Unlike some of the other characters, outright asking him to cuddle you for comfort wont.. work.. the most you'll get is him rubbing circles into your back while he sits next to you. On the rare occasion that he does pull you against him, hes pretty warm. More so than Hoodie but not as hot as LJ. Firm grip but you can tell he doesn't know where to put his hands. Incredibly stiff against you, 5/10 hes doing his best :(

HOODIE

Tall and strong, and his hoodie is very soft when you convince him to let you wash it. If he takes his mask off his facial hair can get a little itchy, but it's rare that the mask is off. Loves being big spoon but sometimes craves being little spoon sometimes. Smells like... leaves and campfire smoke. Not bad, actually. Loves drumming his fingers on you 8/10

JEFF

Very lanky and tall, string bean build basically. Average body temperature. Does not like cuddling; probably sees most acts of physical affection as "yucky" regardless of if they're romantic or not. The closest you're going to get is the two of you huddling together for warmth or something within that ballpark. His skins a little rough, but that's too be expected. Very tense throughout the entire interaction, 2/10 he does not make a good cuddle buddy

philia still goin 👍🏻👍🏻‼️‼️

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

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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.

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.

Mommy long legs reader or slender man reader x Hazbin hotel 🌚🌝

AHHHH I LOVE YOU MY GHOST ANONNNN! SLENDERMAN?? YOU FINNA BRING OUT MY CREEPYPASTA PHASEE🦆✨💗‼️‼️‼️

HAZBIN HOTEL X SLENDERMAN! READER

prompt: a faceless creature of the height of 10’5 (or 7’9 idk I got two different heights from safari lol) came to hell to serve one final purpose…get a damn job.

Two words, scary tall…

So say your height was 10’5…

SHIT GON GET WICKEEDDDD!!!

Okay so I can see Charlie being scared staring at you as you just sit like a nice gentleman as your body doesn’t fit the whole seat… (y’know what, let’s go with 7’9…) you told Charlie you use to be a leader before you somehow came to this wrenched place

Charlie felt bad and gave you a job here so yon can stay. But she was confused when you said “somehow”’ as if you didn’t die as a Human…WAIT A MINUTE..DID YOU JUST TALK WITHOUT A MOU-

Lucifer looked up at you and was like….“What in the fucking nine circles…” and you two became friends because of how Lucifer put accessories on you like a Christmas tree

Y’know how people make slenderman wear reading glasses sometimes? That’s you. 😭 with your blind ass LMAOO (I also wear glasses dw…) But I can see you wear the glasses and residents be so confused because…you don’t have eyes for Christ out loud-

“Fuck you wearin' glasses for?” Husk said to you once as he caught you even reading a book…now he was more confused. “I’m reading…” “…..okay..” husk was so done with this buffoonery as you had no mouth and eyes. But yet you could still read, see, and fuckin talk? Yeah he must be drunk as hell itself…

You treat niffty just like how fanon slenderman treats Sally. That’s how I headcannon it.

I headcannon you to be the fanon version of slenderman rather the cannon version. Cause you being the fanon version is just sweet considering the chaos that can happen in the hotel and how you treat niffty.

I can see people thinking you are a new overlord as you had a stern aura around yourself as you had a proper straight walk as you held a high chin not showing any weaknesses.

“Woah….did you see that sinner get lit in flames…” “yeah I did.” It got so quiet so quick as angel gave you a confused face as you just stood there. 😭 Angel couldn’t tell if you were being fr or being a smartass

You were just sleeping on the couch, dead ass like a passed out beer dad after watching football. And fat nuggets sat in your lap sleeping. Then angel came and slept by you, then husk, then niffty, AND THEN EVERYONE JOINED 😭 big ass family cuddle💗💗🦆

You deadass could be the bodyguard of the hotel as you could escort a sinner who is trying to be an ass to the staff and you’re just like, “YEET!” And boom they are thrown away

You and Alastor definitely bond the most as you two got black tentacles. It’s just for Alastor it’s based on his powers when he uses his magic. But for you, it’s just your appearance as you use them to pierce your enemies. But mostly you use them when you are too bored to pick up objects with your hands

BIGGG headcannon that when slenderman do that static thingy, for you it clouds their vision and hearing as you make them pass out. Either to death or just to knock them out.

Lol I can imagine the whole creepypasta mansion going crazy while you drink tea like “this is fine” as you are in some other universe- 😭 crossover type shit

Like Drowned Ben is spam texting your phone like, “slender. slender. Help. Slendy. Octopus. Father. Help help.. help JeFF STABBED ME!”

And your tall ass is just sleeping as everything is going soooo peaceful in the hotel.

While we are at that, EJ definitely was using a book to try and to summon you with sally behind him hugging her teddy to see you again. Meanwhile Jeff was chasing Ben as he goes through a tv to hide from Jeff.

I imagine people in the hotel would hug you except for Alastor as he hates touch. But the people would dead ass hug you as one of your tentacles hold them.

You picked up angel, niffty , Charlie and Vaggie with your four tentacles as you read a book. It was a funny but cute sight as Charlie was like “:p” while the others had a cartoony ass expression or a blank one which is definitely Vaggie and husk

Adam and Lute definitely glanced at each other confused at what the fuck you were as you didn’t have a demonic or angelic aura. But you had some type of power in you. It was weird asf as you just stood there like “🧍🏾am I ugly?” They just kept staring at you

I can see you having the same expression as the picture above when you met pentious as you and Alastor was having tea just chilling with the hellish weather.

“Do you know that guy?” “I have no idea who that pest is my dear friend.” Alastor says with his usual smile as he hands you a cookie.

Just straight up tea times with Alastor is so peaceful as Alastor was kinda suspicious when you didn’t say anything if he ate a cannibalism meal. But I mean…slenderman! Reader is use to people being a cannibal.

The vees are definitely intrigued with who the hell you are and how powerful are you as you were the talk of pentagram city when you first came.

I headcannon a sinner tried to cut off your tentacles only to be grabbed by one of them and slammed to the ground. You just stood there and let static ring loudly in their head to the point it exploded.