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Eyeless Jack x m!Reader Pt. 2
(A/N i didn’t reread this at all so sorry if something doesn’t make sense. that’s usually the case ha)
Shivering even under the thick blanket, you run your fingers over the sore scar tissue. Part of you is scared if you move wrong or press too hard the skin will split open and stain your sheets. Maybe he smells blood. Like a shark.
Freak, you think to yourself.
A sudden knock at your door makes you jolt and freeze up in pain. You yell at whoever’s at the door to wait a moment as you pretty much fall off the couch to tug some clothes on.
Your hand pauses over the doorknob for a stiff moment. What if you open it and he’s there? Will he take your other kidney? Or maybe your liver this time. Forget shark, is this guy a zombie? You force yourself to open the door.
“Hello, dear. How are you?”
You relax against the frame and smile tiredly at the woman.
“Hey Miss Zhao. I should be asking you that.”
She shuffles past you to set a casserole dish on the table next to the door.
“Oh, I’m alright. Jack is good company, you know.”
“Jack?” You echo, folding your arms against your chest- subtly wincing in pain as the movement pulls on the raw skin. “Is that the new neighbor? I saw them in the lobby the other day, I think.”
Miss Zhao laughs and waves her hand.
“No, not them.”
Your brow burrows but the smile doesn’t drop from your face until a figure steps into view behind the stout woman. Your side aches at the sight.
He has the nerve to casually wave at you.
You stutter as Miss Zhao says something about feeding time and goes back to her room, leaving you with the very thing that’s been haunting you like a ghost.
“Hey,” he greets.
“Wha-“ Is all you allow yourself to say before promptly slamming the door shut. You stand there for a few moments, half expecting the man to open it and thrust a knife at you. But he never does, and the door stays firmly shut. You find yourself glaring at the poor wood before stomping away.
A nice shower, you think. Thats exactly what I need.
You strip yourself of what little clothes you were wearing. Grumbling, you pivot to the bathroom hallway and come to an abrupt halt. There he stands, hands in his pockets. How is that even fucking possible?
You stare at each other in silence before his head tilts down not-so-subtly.
“Nice,” is all he says.
It takes you a moment to realize this masked murderer that literally took one of your organs the other week is currently scrutinizing you.
“FUCK you!” You cross your arms over your chest which is about all you can do at the moment. “What the hell do you want? My other one?”
“Not today.” He frees one of his hands to point at you. “How is it? The scar.”
You subconsciously reach down to mess with the puckered skin.
“Fine, no thanks to you.”
“It is thanks to me, actually.”
“What?” You hiss.
“Well, it was me that fixed you up instead of leaving you to bleed out on the floor like a hog.” He shrugs his broad shoulders.
“Ugh, right,” you rub a hand down your face, exasperated, “the tub. The damn ice. What the hell even was that? Who does that?”
“Do you really want to know why I took it?”
“You’re a psychopath that won’t even show his face. My guess? You’ll be caught as soon as next week.”
The man does that stupid quiet laugh again and lowers himself onto your plush sofa.
“Kick up your feet why don’t you! Make yourself comfortable. Actually, get the fuck out.”
He folds his hands in his lap like he’s about to have a very nice conversation with your mother “I think I’ll stay.”
You’re about to snap at him again, start yelling, maybe throwing things, but you choke on the words as you remember exactly who you’re about to lash out at. This man who is obviously stronger, faster, and smarter than you (and has no problem proving it) is giving you little to no options. Part of you doubts he would hurt you again, but what’s stopping him? Nothing.
So you bite your tongue and simply glare. After hesitating a few moments longer you turn away to go take your well needed shower.
Jack pulls out his (untraceable, courtesy of a ffffffffriend) phone once you round the corner. His mouth twitches in annoyance at the messages on the cracked screen.
B:
wya?
B:
wyd
B:
you ar not supplied to be out today
supposed
Jack:
ben
B:
ohhhh i get it
B:
its that guy
Jack:
ben
B:
dont worry ill keep your secret
Jack feels the need to have eyes to roll as he slips the device back into his pocket. God forbid that kid keep his thoughts to himself.
“So, I should call the cops. Right? That’s what I should do.” Is what you tell the man relaxing on your couch once you face him again. He looks over at you and you almost shiver at the sight of the goo slowly sliding down the blue face.
“Sure.”
“You’re really confusing, you know?”
“Ha.”
Your eye twitches in annoyance before you give up, heaving a heavy sign and taking a seat in the recliner beside the couch. Your hand absentmindedly wanders to caress the puckered skin of the healing wound.
“Let me see.”
“Huh?”
“The stitches. I can take them out now.”
You eye the man on your couch warily. What is this guy, some kind of doctor?
“You want to…take the stitches out.” You parrot. He nods and stands from his seat and push yourself further into the chair the closer he gets, like a picky child that’s being fed peas.
“You want them out. They’re itching.”
“Are you a doctor or something?” You snap out your previous thought causing him to stop in his tracks. You spot his hands twitch before he stretches his fingers out.
“I know what to do,” Is his reply.
Really, what other choice did you have? Going to the hospital to get undocumented stitches out would raise a few questions…not to mention you’d never be able to pay for it.
“…Fine. But I’ll catch you in the nuts the second you do something funny.”
“Noted.”
You gasp as he grabs you and pulls you up and then a second later you’re laying on your stomach on the couch. You can’t even spit out a retort when he tugs your shirt up to get better access. The cold leather against your bare skin causes you to squirm for a moment before a hand is holding itself against your back.
“Stay still.”
“You-“
He must sense your coming fit and slips his hand to lay gentle but firm across the back of your neck. Words die on your tongue as you go lax like a kitten that’s just been picked up by its mum.
“Whatever…”
You feel his hands poking and prodding before the tug of stitches being cut.
“Is it even ready?” You ask the man who is currently leaning over you on his knees like you’re on an actual operating table.
“It is.”
“But are you sure? If it isn’t healed-“
“It’s healed.”
“You love cutting me off!”
“Hush.”
You resist the urge to kick him in the face.
After a few minutes of silence he leans away, running his fingers across your skin.
“Done?” You crane your neck.
“Yeah.”
“This isn’t very sanitary. I should-“
You sit up and turn to look at him but pause at the sight of his hands retracting. The color makes you gasp and almost fall off the couch to grab him.
“What the fuck?” You hold his arm and push up his sleeve to see more of the man’s skin as he simply watches you basically feel him up.
“I don’t get a lot of sun.”
You glare at him for the joke.
“This is…so weird.” You release him and scrub a hand down your face as you relax into the couch. He takes a seat next to you like you’re two friends catching up. “What’s wrong with you?”
You close your eyes and wish your mouth had been sewn shut instead of your side but he huffs out a laugh and you look at him almost timidly.
“Shit, I didn’t mean- I mean I did but like- okay, I’m done.”
“It’s a long story.”
“Oh yeah? An interesting one?” You lightly pry. Whatever happened for him to look the way he does- for him to be some kind of kidney-stealing grey skinned freak has to be more than ‘oh yeah I got the flu real bad once.’
“Hm…maybe.”
“Are you…gonna tell me? I feel like I’m entitled at this point.”
Jack folds his arms and you hear him hum in (probably fake) contemplation.
“I’ll tell you…once you trust me.”
“Trust you?” You gape at him in disbelief. “Why would I- you tried to kill me!”
“No I didn’t.”
“Then what the hell was this?!” You gesture toward your scarring angrily.
“Not enough to kill you. I could have, though.”
Your mouth clicks shut at the new tone in his voice. Dangerously territory, this conversation. So you drop it.
“Okay. Fine. So…what’s with the goo?”
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*smooches Toby*
HE WASN'T READY!!
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May I request a Zalgo x Male reader fic? No other requests for it, just that you go all out with the kinks 🤭 (If you don't want to do a fic, headcanons would be great as well)
Ooo such a intriguing request! Dont worry, your sins are my command 🙏
— ❝ Technical Difficulties
Zalgo x Male!Reader fanfic
Word Count: 2k+
Plot: You had been an internet sleuth and explorer for a long time. While you scroll a forum you are met with an interesting "ritual" of an internet entity. You decide out of curiosity to follow such steps, and that was when you were faced with a lustrous entity...
Authors note; This fic is based a little more into the original Zalgo creepypasta, but it's a mix between fanon and canon Zalgo.
NSFW tags: Dubcon, Teratophilia, Dacryphilia, BDSM elements, "Sir" kink, Degradation, ass eating, anal sex, and breath play
Click, click, click went your keyboard as you mindlessly type and search. You weren't always this interested and curious about such trivial urban legends, but something about it made it all the more alluring. You had read up on a forum about a mysterious seeming virus or something that corrupted old Garfield and kid cartoons. At first, you couldn't believe what you were hearing about. After all, a demonic internet entity wasn't exactly the most sane and convincing narrative. Though, forums suggested that you could easily "summon" this sort of demonic malware. You sigh as you brush back the hair that stood lazily in your face as you scroll through reddit for more information.
Soon, you're met with a reluctant link from a user. You became a little suspicious, brows furrowing as you read the small message. "I believe that I found the site. If you view this image, you will summon Zalgo. Be warned," you haphazardly space out as you read the rest. Was this some sort of scam or malware? You didn't bother to heed whatever warning this user had as you clicked the link. You prayed that you didn't get a virus as the site slowly booted up. You're met with a simple Garfield comic, along with some scandalous advertising on the sides. You weren't familiar with the url, .xyz at the end of the link.
The Garfield comic wasn't super to say the least, and the set up was sketchy at best. It was the one where Jon was at his breaking point with Garfield and Odie, the final panel of him being dragged off in a straight jacket. It was unnerving, but you managed to pull through a bit. Your eyes wander the advertisements on the page, swallowing as you watch the promiscuous cartoon girls in compromised positions. For a second you notice a flash of black in the panel's image in the corner of your eye. You whip back to the panel but– nothing. It wasn't out of place at all. You had assumed it was just the late night scrambles of the caffeine intake you took.
Overall, you were slightly disappointed. You thought this was the real deal, and even refreshing the page did nothing but flash you with digital tiddies and the overwhelmed look of Jon's face. Your computer soon pings with a notification, which sends you to a very interesting feeling. Garfield.xyz wishes permission for audio reads in the small box. You are skeptical of what may happen, but you feverishly click the allow button. Nothing happens. Silence fills the room as you anticipate something, but nothing comes but the whispers of the night. You furrow your brows, becoming frustrated as you get up from your swivel seat. Little did you know that once your back turned to go grab some water, that all hell would break loose.
You grabbed the water bottle you had from the nightstand before you hear a gargled, metallic voice hum in the room.
"Y/N."
You can hear distinctly over the static crackles. Your blood runs cold as you are paralyzed with fear, your blood rushing through your body. You hear dark chuckles, the sounds of static and pixelated sounds grew louder. You shiver as your adrenaline readies you to dart out the room.
"Foolish mortals. You all just have to give into curiosity, do you?."
"Who–"
You whip your head back to find a horrendous sight. A black and red mass had crawled halfway out from the screen. You can see its massive horns and pixelated mouth as it attempts to crawl from the tiny screen. It wasn't long until the tall figure finally emerged, several mouths crossing it's body. It watches you with gleaming red eyes. You can feel yourself drop the water bottle, fumbling backwards before you fall into your bed. The being walks– no, prowls in your direction. It licks its sinister lips as it wanders over. You feel yourself stumble over your bed, your breathing becoming shallow.
"Wait – wait what I didn't know that was–"
"But you did. You knew deep down that you did."
The being hisses at your pleas as it stands over you. Your small form compared to his own was staggering. You couldn't believe your eyes as you watched Zalgo with a terrified look in your eyes. His giant hand quickly grabs you, pushing you further onto the bed with black claws. You can feel yourself tear up in fear and disbelief. This couldn't be happening, this was theoretically impossible. Zalgo's mouth curls into a mischievous grin at your pitiful struggle against his hand.
"You poor sack of flesh."
"Please don't –"
"Quit whining or I'll gut you right here."
You let out a whimper as you close your eyes, your hands grabbing the being's claws. You can soon feel a weird sound, the sound of ripping. You couldn't even process it, your eyes blurring your surroundings. Before you could even know it, your shirt was off. You feel a sense of confusion as you slowly flutter your eyes back open, just to watch Zalgo lick his lips. His other hand gently glides a clawed finger down your chest to your abdomen as the being examines you. You can feel your heart rate accelerate as your surroundings mute into blurs and dissociated colors at such an unreal event. You feel a strange heat pull into your body as you feel the rough touch of such an entity.
His claws were so rough, but they were firm in handling you. You feel yourself choke on your own words as you shiver in the being's grasp, hearing his dark words cut your dissociated thoughts.
"You're quite a compliant mortal, aren't you?"
You manage to croak nothing but terrified babbling at the weird compliment, gasping as you feel a claw tug at your sweatpants. You sheepishly try to kick away the monster to no avail, feeling his monstrous grip tighten slightly. You let out a squeak, making Zalgo chuckle under your pathetic struggle. The crimson orbs that stared hungrily at you made you gulp, your Adam's apple bobbing as you swallow.
"If you quit struggling, you'll feel much better than right now."
Zalgo's softer words hit your ears with a confused unfamiliarity, your eyes staring with a glint of puzzlement. His clawed finger soon pushes down under the hem of your sweats and boxers, making you gasp from the complicated touch that hits your hot body. The revealing your half hard cock makes you flush red, averting eye contact as Zalgo oggles your form. His eyes trail down your body, his hand laying plush against your inner thigh.
"You have such a soft yet alluring complexion. Who knew you would be into me."
"What– no, no I'm not. What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"
"For my own pleasures of course, why else would I ever do something so carnal?"
Zalgo trails off as his hands glide upward, his clawed digit tracing the growing cock in front of him. You suck a breath in, letting out a whimper as Zalgo teases your aroused organ. His touch was gentle yet sharp, and you can feel yourself warming up for such a foul tease like the devil in front of you. You want to deny it, a sick feeling of shame hitting you as you struggle to contain your hitched breaths and choked moans. You can feel Zalgo take his time toying with you, pulling you close. Your calves hit the sides of the devil's hips as he sits between you, toying with his newest possession.
"No, no I'm not into this, yet your anatomy says otherwise Y/N."
"You– You have no idea what I want."
"Oh, why yes I do. I know everything."
Zalgo's glitched tone hums in the room as his hand wraps around your penis. You feel yourself physically arch as he starts moving his hand up and down. You let out a moan, whimpering as you dig your nails into the plush sheets below you. Zalgo watches in amusement, chuckling at your miserable attempts of denial. You bit your lip, your hips sputtering into Zalgo's hand as you lose your composure. Zalgo patently watches, his other hand resting on your plush thigh.
"See, isn't that much better than defiance?"
"Mmnh–"
You shake your head, refusing to answer the teasing question before Zalgo rips another moan out of you. You cock throbs in his giant hand, dribbling some pre-cum that smeared on Zalgo's hand. You feel his hands leave your body, making you pause slightly. You gasp as you feel yourself lifted slightly from the bed, your legs instinctively wrapping onto Zalgo's shoulders. His claws grip your plush thighs so hard it threatens to break skin, leaving you whimpering in cowardice. You look up to meet with those same crimson eyes between your legs, dazzling like dark rubies. You open your mouth to say something, but–
"If you start whining now, I'll completely stop."
Your interrupted by his dark voice's commands. You shakily nod, hesitantly watching as the devil's tongue slithers out of his mouth. His warm, wet tongue laps at your ass. The weird sensation causes you to let out a hitched squeak, feeling his tongue rim your soft hole with a curious hum. You shiver as you helplessly feel Zalgo's tongue trace your bottom side, only for him to slowly insert his large tongue into you.
"Oh – oh God–"
You moan out loudly as you feel the light stretch of the wet tongue, his saliva providing a little bit of lubricant to get used to. He hums with a glitched sound, his tongue exploring your inside as he stretches you out. You feel yourself tremble as you moan and whimper, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white.
"Wait– wait it's too good, Zalgo please–"
You plead with a whimper, throwing your head back as you feel Zalgo tease your prostate with his inhuman tongue. Your cock drips pre cum slightly, dribbling from your urethra as Zalgo plays with your ass. His tongue slowly stretches you out, humming pleasantly as you quiver in his hands.You whimper, your breath hitching as Zalgo's tongue slithers out of you. You pant, eyes dilated as you watch Zalgo lewdly lick his lips.
"Hmmn, for a mortal you're much more delectable than I thought."
The devil practically purrs, his dark voice sending shivers down your spine. You soon are dragged more onto your bed, the devil between your legs. Your face reddened as you pant, catching your breath as your cock twitches with neediness. Zalgo's clawed hand scales your figure upwards, moving across the plush skin of your body. You soon feel something wet glide across your cock, making you gasp and gaze downward. Zalgo's slick cock laid with your penis, immensely bigger than yours. The small veins and textured sides of Zalgo's cock throb, making him let out a guttural groan.
"Wh– you expect that to fit?"
"I would assume so, I know your fleshy body can take it."
"No you don't!"
You snap back hesitantly, only to lay in fear as Zalgo narrows his eyes at you. You gasp as you feel his clawed hand wrap around your neck, pressing against the sweet spots that made you lightheaded. Your hands shoot up to the hand, the obvious slight choking making you distracted. Zalgo opens your legs wider, presenting your saliva slicked hole to him as you pant and groan. Panic fills your senses for a moment as you feel the tip of the devil's penis rub gently at your hole. Your eyes are set on Zalgo's, peering red eyes laying upon your figure.
"You are going to listen to me, got it? You will take it, and you will like it. Do you understand?"
"Y– yes, yes– "
You nod as you attempt to relax, Zalgo's hand releasing your delicate neck. You cough, swallowing the thick air around you as you watch intently. Before you knew it, Zalgo had slammed himself entirely inside of your walls. You let out a Yelp, hands grasping onto Zalgo's shoulders as you arch into him. Zalgo huffs, guttural groans and moans left in the air as you clench onto him.
"Breathe.. Relax…"
Zalgo slightly murmurs, making your cock twitch. Your hitched breathing slows slightly, only before Zalgo lifts and slams back into you again. Your body trembles as heat pools into your stomach, swirling with a pleasant pain. Your head spun as Zalgo shoves you back into the bed, his hand splayed out onto your chest as he thrust into you again. You both let out a moan, yours being a little pained as you feel the stretch of Zalgo making your body adjust to him. You whine as he puts a slow, almost painful pace.
"S- sir please–"
You whimper out, Zalgo's attention snapping into reality as his eyes wander your face in a bit of surprise. You grip your sheets again, looking at the small bulge that appeared everytime Zalgo sank his dick inside of you. Zalgo grunts, his breathing shallow as he thrusts into your tight ass.
"I– I need more sir, please–"
"You mortals and your words."
Zalgo hisses, effectively cutting you off with a hitched breath. The devious soon gradually picked up the pace, lifting your leg to dig deeper inside of you. You can tell how much he adored the pet name as his cock twitches inside of you. His red eyes peering into your eyes as he thrusts roughly into you.
"You just love being my personal fleshlight, isn't that right Mortal? Letting me have my way with your ass so shamelessly."
The carnal nature that dripped from Zalgo's dirty lips makes your cock tremble with precum. You let out your shameless whimpers, each moan bouncing in the room as you chase your high. The devil soon hits your prostate, allowing you to lose yourself more. Your chest heavily rises and falls against Zalgo's hand, tears glinting your pretty eyes. Zalgo gutturally growls, slamming himself into your prostate at a faster pace.
"My, my… Such a slut you are."
It wasn't long until you couldn't take it anymore, crying out as you finally shot translucent white ropes onto yourself. Your own cum leaves your abdomen a sticky mess, making Zalgo's breathing become faster. He continues to mercilessly slam into your ass, causing sparks of overstimulation to hit you. Rough panting and slapping of flesh fills the room as Zalgo continues to play with you. You can tell he enjoyed your painful pleasure as he groans and moans into your ears.
"Aah fuck, si- sir please–"
You whimper and whine as you feel a second orgasm approaching, feeling Zalgo's cock bury into you more with each thrust. Zalgo soon grasps at your hips, lifting you up slightly as he sputters his hips into your ass. Soon enough, Zalgo buries himself deep into you, groaning as he shoots hot ropes into you. You twitch and squirm, moaning out as you cum for a second time. Soft panting and trembling breathes echo through the room. Sweat, sex, and heat lifted in the air as Zalgo clings to you. You grimace as you feel Zalgo leave your entrance, a slight spark of ache running through you. Zalgo keeps you in his claws as he wraps his arms around you, practically coiling around your body. His glitched, dark voice erupts from the silent room.
"You did well dear mortal… If you're ever that good again, I might just have to keep you."
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voicemail. im horny and bored so why not write some gay shit for once - will possibly write more in the future. idk. may possibly become a writing blog as well. not proofread bc I’m dumb, ignore any possible grammar/spelling errors. thanks!! (:
extra. toby isn't my favorite whatsoever, nor do i necessarily like him and i am aware he was removed from the fandom but i had a little brainrot for him so why not.
warnings. p.w.p(p*** w.out plot), softcore(?), masturbation, praising, slight self-degrading (?), slight biting, humping, reader has a dick and is referred to w male nicknames, 2nd POV (sub!reader + dom!toby) FEM DNI
The air in the room felt warm, the soft noises gently echoing around the walls and the slight smell of sweat faint in the air.
You had awoken unbearably horny- it was painfully obvious with the fact that your hard-on was pressing against your pajama pants. It was embarrassing, to say the least. Toby, was asleep soundly next to you. It was starting to feel painful from how horny you were that you weren’t able to go back to sleep.
Slowly, you turned to face away from Toby- gently running a hand up under your shirt to gently toy with your nipples. The soft mewls that escaped made you halt all movements- afraid of being too loud.
Luckily, Toby was still asleep. Slowly, you continued toying and touching your chest. The soft pants turned the whimpers, imagining Toby was the one touching you. It just turned you on even more.
Slowly, you removed your hands from your shirt- trailing them to your pajama pants. They were starting to feel tighter and tighter even though they were fairly loose around your waist. Slowly, you slid them and your boxers down mid-thigh. You could feel your face burning in embarrassment and shame.
Trailing your hand down softly against your skin sent shivers down your spine and legs- squirming slightly. You gently grabbed your member- gasped softly at the slight stimulation it caused. Gently, you began to pump your hand up and down. You covered your mouth, gasping and letting out quiet moans.
“ does my baby feel good?” a voice interrupted, causing you to quickly scramble to cover up all evidence of what you were doing, your hands being grabbed in the process as Toby loomed over next to you.
“ m’ sorry..” you whimpered, your face red. “ i didn’t mean to wake you.” you mumbled softly, whining while squirming in Toby’s grasp.
Toby shh’d you, letting go of your hand so he could use his to gently trace along your waist, hips, and v-line. it all went straight to your dick, gasping softly.
“ do you want me to help you, puppy?” he whispered. his hand trailed lower to take your cock into his hand- moving his hand up to give some friction.
the movement caused a small moan to slip past your lips, nodding enthusiastically. “ yes- please.” your voice faltered with the last word, grinding against his hand before grinding back against tobys crotch.
he audibly whined, moving his hand again to jerk you off. the sensations felt so good, causing quiet moans and pants to echo around the room. “ ngh- ha.. t- toby,” you moaned, thrusting back into his hand. Toby grunted, using his other hand to hold your hip.
“ be patient.” he growled, kissing your neck gently.
“ b- hah.. but it feels so good,” you whimpered. toby stayed focused, continuing to pump your member. slowly, he stopped, to your disappointment. “wh-“
“ sh.” Toby cut you off, moving his hands off you as he sat up in bed. you sat up, resting on your elbows before catching on. you slowly slid your pants and boxers off, climbing into Toby’s lap.
“ good boy.” toby praised, placing his hands onto your hips. you could feel his bulge pressing up against you, straining against his sweatpants.
he began to gently rock you against his hips, grinding against his hard on. he groaned, leaning his head against your shoulder.
Your moans continued again, gasping at the feeling. you began moving your hips yourself, grinding down against toby. It felt so good, the way your cock slid against his clothed one- your precum smearing onto toby’s shirt.
“ do you feel good, darling?” toby asked teasingly, biting down gently on your shoulder. you quickly nodded, humping his crotch in desperation.
“ feels good- so good, toby.” you agreed and held onto his shoulders- leaning forward. the burning feeling and the way your legs twitched and tightened against tobys waist gave the hint that you were getting close.
“ c’mon, cum for me. I know you can, puppy.” His words caused you to continue your humping, looking like a dumb little boy rutting against his partner because he was no self control. it just felt so good.
with Toby’s words echoing around your head, desperately humping toby like you were a dog in heat had you cumming. it smeared slightly onto Toby’s shirt, you gasping before slumping against Toby.
“ good boy.”
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JEJEEJJE jeff x very apathetic male reader but very lovey dovey with him?? anyways keep it up sweetie your doing great🤩
AAAAA thank you sm<3333, I'm so thankful for all the support on this blog, shits blowing up way more than I expected it to.
I love writing mlm Jeff its canon to me
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◇Jeff x Apathetic M! Reader who's affectionate with him◇
• Im gonna be honest he is SO confused.
•He's used to apathetic people, apathy was better than hatred anyways...maybe even better than love.
• Love felt weird to him. It wasnt that hed never felt it before, he grew up in a loving household but all that seemed so far away now. Hed gotten used to not really recieving affection from anyone.
• Maybe except Ben and Nina but he was never one to lean into their affection..it felt odd to him after so long of being alone, being hunted, being hated.
• Until you got recruited by The Operator.
• He found you quite handsome and naturally he pulled all the usual shit. Pick up lines, jokes, sex jokes, whatever.
• He didn't expect anything to come of it, his past had left him so horribly disfigured not even his parents could love his face, why would you?
• So imagine his suprise when you started returning the affection, hell your entire cold apathetic persona seemed to slip away around him.
• Everyday it was a goodmorning kiss on his forehead or suprise hug from behind. It felt like his insides were on fire and he didnt know how much more he could take it, hell he didnt even know how to reciprocate so he just kinda froze.
• So many questions plagued him. Were you dating? Did you actually like him? Did this all even mean anything to you?
• After some urging from Nina he finally asked you the question hed been burning to ask.
• "Do you like me? Like..genuinely because listen man I can't tell."
• Well that didnt come out the way he wanted.
• You were leaning back against his shoulder, your on hand on his and reading a report sent by The Operator, the question didnt seem to phase you as you turned around and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
• "Of course I do Jeff what made you think otherwise? Was I not forward enough?" his brain short-circuit so bad he didnt even have a response to your teasing. A few minutes passed until he found the voice to speak.
• "You're not like this with the others"
• "I feel more comfortable with you...besides-"
• You turned around to hold his face in your hands, thumbs tracing over the deep scars on his cheeks and his breath hitched.
• "You need it." You kissed him gently on his misshapen lips, and for the first time in a long time, Jeff leaned in.
• You were right, he did need it.
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masky? breeding, bondage, masochism kinks
Prison au
(Name) let out a laugh, leaning against one of the prisoners cells. He was always kind, usually getting close to some. He wouldn’t deny some of it was selfish, he figured if he showed everyone kindness he could be spared in a possible riot. He couldn’t deny it was his biggest fear as a guard, he wasn’t that big. Most of the inmates dwarfed him.
He preferred to learn about people and he knew a few could be jailed for simple mistakes. Sometimes desperation can drive people insane, he could get it having grown up ass broke. He never let his guard down, he may have empathy but he wasn’t stupid. There were murders who did it for fun, not that he really had to interact much. He couldn’t deny he was glad for it though.
He let out a sigh as his eyes flicked to the clock. “Have fun, boss.” The inmate laughed, waving him off. “Oh I’m sure i will.” He called back. He quickly made his way up the stairs and lightly jogged over to the double doors that led to the D block. Luckily he was just in the med bay today, didn’t mean something couldn’t kick off but it was rarer than checking in on some of them.
He flopped into a chair at a desk opposite of the nurse, her tired old eyes flicking to him. She forced a small exhausted smile, (Name) felt bad for her. She had to deal with some at their absolute worst, she wasn’t really mean but she was very strict. She had childrens at home and was usually tired by the time her shift started. It was why some of the guards had decided to accommodate her. They’d drop in and look after things while she slept for a while, they all had basic training and the prison couldn’t afford another employee. (Name) had gotten the job purely because he’d timed his application right and they had been desperate for another guard.
(Name) was sure the prison was held together with rubber bands at this point, most of the time it was freezing and the lights went out so often everyone had stopped complaining. (Name) leaned back in his chair, watching Arina stand and head through the back to sleep.
It wasnt long after two guards came in with a beaten prisoner, his blue eyes were set in a cold hard glare aimed at the floor. His eyebrows were furrowed and the corner of his lips were turned down. (Name) couldn’t find an ounce of humanity in the man, he looked a ball hair away from snapping someones neck. Luckily he was handcuffed and he was not so gracefully pushed onto the bed by two guards who left without a word. (Name) rolled his eyes, turning to the prisoner
“What happened?” He questioned pulling out a book. “Why’s a guard playing nurse? Then again, looking at you i doubt you’re good for much else.” The smugness in his voice made (Names) eye twitch. He cleared his voice and repeated himself, not letting the prisoner get to him too much.
“I got jumped by some other inmates.” He shrugged, throwing himself over the bed to lie down. (Names) chest twinged, he hated when people ganged up on one. “Im sorry.” (Name) spoke, he didn’t catch Tims eyes shooting to him as he began cleaning up his arm cuts. (Name) wasnt too surprised when he didnt react to the antiseptic spray he used, not a lot of inmates did.
Luckily it was scratches, he was lucky his attackers didn’t have shivs. (Name) didnt doubt he’d have some bruises soon too, he had patches of red swollen skin. “What’s your name?” (Name) questioned, putting bandages on the few deep scratch wounds be had ended up with. “Tim.” (Name) nodded, quickly patching the inmate up and moving to fill out some paperwork.
When (Name) finally found the paperwork after what felt like five minutes of searching. He victoriously softly whispered an ‘Aha!’ As he threw his arms up, before he’d had a thought his wrists were gripped and he was shoved onto the desk and cuffed.
Tim gripped (Names) hips, yanking hum back into his chest before spinning him around. Time couldn’t deny he relished in the shock on the cops face. “You really reallly shouldn’t turn your back on a murderer.” Tim laughed, stopping when (Name) barley even flinched. (Name) thought for a few moments, he knew the guy was murderer now but what kind was all he could think about. He wondered if it was self defence or cold blooded, it could be either and he could just be desperate for escape. A hand gripping his jaw pulled him from his thoughts. Tims eyebrows were furrowed, he wasn’t getting a kick from this. It wasn’t fun if they weren’t pissing their pants in fear. He tilted his head at (Name), Tim licked his lips when he saw (Names) pupils dilate.
Tim smirked as he unbuttoned the guards shirt, grinning at the fact (Name) didn’t have an under shirt on. Not that he could blame him with how hot it was. (Name) barley moved a muscle, eyes watching Tim unbutton him. Tim flattened his hand against (Names) chest, dragging against his nipples as Tims hands moved down his body. (Name) moaned and pushed into Tims hands. “Whore.” Tim laughed as (Name) glared at him. Just as (Name) was going to shoot back Tim grabbed his cock, (Name) jolted back in shock.
Tim didn’t stop there, he ground his hand onto (Names) cock causing him to let out deeper breaths. Tim didn’t play with him long, he quickly ripped down (Names) pants after undoing his fly. Tim yanked (Name) forward by the hips, turning him around again and this time bending him over the desk. Tim left him as he walked straight to a cupboard by the sink, where they always kept the lube for rectal examinations.
Tim quickly made his way back and lubed up his fingers, he wasted no time in pushing two of his digits into the guards hole. “So whats your name?” Tim questioned as he quickly fucked his digits into (Names) ass, (Name) was quick to moan and apparently too slow to answer as Tim’s hand soon made sharp contact with his ass. (Name) let out a choked moan and arched his back, Tim couldn’t resist and landed another two smacks.
(Name) choked his name out inbetween moans, his teeth biting hard on his lip. He’d kick himself if he woke up Arina. (Name) had to choke back hard when Tim added a third finger, his hole burned slightly but he relished in it. Tim slapped his ass five more times before pulling out his fingers, yet again he pulled (Name) around, this time sitting him on the desk. (Name) let out a loud choked moan out behind Tims hand, luckily he was quick to quiet down the guard as Tim pushed his cock into him.
Tim looked into (Names) eyes as they rolled back, he couldn’t help himself and he pressed his lips to the guards. Quick to push his tongue into (names) mouth and explore. (Name) kissed back just as hard moaning into Tims mouth as he was bounced on his cock. (Name) wished Tim had cuffed his hands infront so he could have at least held into his neck.
Tim pulled him off of the desk due to the rattling, using his strength to keep bouncing the guard on his cock as he bit and marked his neck. (Name) felt Time bite hard enough to make him bleed, he bit the junction between (Names) neck and collar. (Name) let out a small squeal as he bit and rolled his lips together.
(Name) wished be could let go, he wanted to moan loudly. He was loosing his composure and he was loosing it quick, every time Tim slammed his cock into (Name) he saw stars and felt dizzy. “You’re so tight pretty boy.” (Name) arched into Tim’s chest begging for more as the other gripped him tightly, it wasn’t long before (Name) couldn’t hold back and Tim quickly covered his mouth as he arched and let out a loud moan.
“I’m gonna stuff this little hole full of my cum, everyone here is gonna know how much of a little whore you are.” Tim’s thrusts hit harder and (Names) eyes rolled back, moaning into his palm. “God you probably want to be bred don’t you slut.”
“I don’t mind, ill stuff you full and breed you up.” He came all over Tims orange jumpsuit, Tim not handling the tightness quickly followed after. Tim flopped forwards, pushing (Name) against. Tim lazily ground his cock into (Name) who weakly moaned, looking at Tim confused. “I wasn’t kidding when i told you i was breeding you.” Tim grinned and pressed his lips to (Names).
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[(the Muse)] DRABBLE
Start: 07/24 — Finish 07/24
Links: Rules & Masterpost
DISCLAIMER!! SFW. None really.
Featuring: Bloody Painter & GN!Reader
It was a strange thing.
The rustling of people alike all flooded down the hallway — Older woman in turtlenecks and glasses gazed upon abstract pieces, the grazing hand of a young child passing their leggings. Children running around or eating snacks as parents takes sighs of relief at their little one finally calming down. Young couples and single teens may occasionally pass by. You stared fixated, unmoving, among the sea of bustling folk chattering their days away.
The museum was high in people. But it was quiet. Talkative, but low in volume. You had worried when walking in it’d be unbearably loud and leave you no mental space to admire the different pieces hung on the walls in their cases.
You saw small displays of miniature paintings, paintings that took the whole wall, paintings, that spoke an undeniable message through detail and emotion, and, paintings with provoking thought placed upon the shapes and colors.
You were out of place.
You were not apart of the picture.
Wealthy families, upper middle class and upper class folk alike wandered the falls of the museum. And then there was you. A seeming statue dead center of the hallway. People walked past you, some peeking behind them as you stood there in complete fixation. “Something”, they thought, “Something must be captivating”.
Your weight was supported by one leg, the other bent slightly at the knee. Your left hand was on your hip and the only was loosely hung around ur abdomen.
Everything was so much brighter than before.
The fluorescent lights seemingly “not doing their job” in ur opinion.
Your breath was shallow and slow.
You stood there in ur baggy pajamas from the night before; A baggy sweatshirt, plaid pajama shorts and slippers. Your only addition this morning being a thick scarf. It was cold.
Your messy hair was sticking out in places and the bags under your eyes were more prominent the longer stared, your eyes squinting - mind floating around unaware of the bleeding bright lights on the ceiling. Your brain didn’t notice, but you did. Yet wanted more light.
He sat there in a seat, a small commune area with a couple picnic tables. In his hand was a ballpoint pen and on the table was a small sketchbook. Your were staring at some random man, and you didn’t know why. You didn’t know why seeing some random man was one of the things you were looking at in this place of beauty. But you didn’t want to look away.
It was a moment of piece away from your life. A moment of inspiration.
Taking aside the tough times, you dragged yourself out of bed. The slowly crept down the sidewalk to the museum, handed the security guard an entrance fee and wandered the halls. Looking. Looking for something to strike a nerve with you. Something to show you a new perspective or something to give you an answer to what you’ve been desperately searching for what seemed like forever now.
But it wasn’t some centuries old paintings or some new art from the painter down the road. It was man in a blue button up and black dress pants. He looked well off. He looked peaceful. Something you do desperately craved. His black hair waved over his face, his eyes unknown to you. His pale skin seemed to glow, and his calloused hand held the pen with dainty care.
You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to think.
You were just staring.
Looking at a man you’ve never seen before in your entire life. A man that was so put together. Someone who didn’t look like their homeless, or some kind of druggy. Someone who could go their entire life without ever caring to know who you were or what you were doing. Someone who knew what they were doing.
Your heart ached. You didn’t know why.
This was all a moment of peace you didn’t expect, yet it all came fading away when his hair moved. His blue eyes came into view and he looked up for a moment, scanning the room, stoping when his gaze landed on you. He stared for only a moment before retreating back into his sketchbook and scribbling. A beautiful glass was drawn on his paper alongside other doodles at the bottom. But, in truth, you weren’t paying attention.
It was a drooping feeling. Something that grounded you. A single look - a single look to make you realize how weird you look. Slowly leaving the pose you were in, you glanced around and found no one looking at you. That was your cue to leave.
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FANBOY
PT.1
A JEFF THE KILLER FANFICTION WITH M!READER
TW; STALKING
He was lazily walking around at night somewhere near where he knew she was staying, yet she was unbeknownst to his life, let alone the fact he was looking for her. Though it was easier that way, that way she couldn't hide... Not intentionally at least.
The crisp and velvety feeling of dry grass under his boots caused him to pause and distract him momentarily as he pawed in his pockets looking for a small piece of paper with a scribbled street name he'd gotten from a... Reliable source before pulling it out and staring down at the street name then looking at the sign before him.
"Right.. t' should be it"
He had a dull smile on his face almost mocking the one he had carved into his skin below his long forgotten nose. Dark and thin locks of hair running off his head and past his shoulders, nearly molding the pearly white and gray scarred skin.
He'd circle the area, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to confirm that he wasn't being followed before peeking through a few neighboring windows as he finally got to your door.
Though it's not as if he could simply walk in and take her for himself, he'd have to wait.. be patient.. and stalk his prey before he got to pounce. Not something he was good at but he knew the feeling of her soft, plump flesh on his rough and corrupt hands would be worth the wait.
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As the hours of the night passed he'd make his way to the back yard and softly search any entrances inside to see if they were unlocked..
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Luck must be on his side tonight.
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As he slithered his way in through the cracked window he was quickly greeted with posters of... Himself? He looked much different than he was portrayed in them, never the less they were there and accompanied by various rock and some nu-metal band posters some of which he was familiar with and some he was not.
This took him back and made him stop and observe the man taking residence in the room, who was laying in bed looking at his phone, unknowing that the man whose face was on your walls had made his way in and was judging him harshly.
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Why were there drawings of me in this dude's room?
Where did he get them?
I continued to watch him from a small corner of his room until I was sure he was asleep. It wasn't very hard considering he snored. Obnoxiously. Honestly it was hard not to kill him then and there, but he had other priorities...
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ೃ⁀➷ CREEPYPASTA S/O HEADCANNONS ೃ⁀➷
SYNOPSIS - Just how the creepypasta characters would be like as your s/o :)
PAIRINGS - Jeff the killer x Reader, “Ticci” Toby x Reader, Eyeless Jack x Reader, Ben Drowned x Reader, Hoodie/Brian x Reader.
ೃ⁀➷ JEFF THE KILLER
Tbh Jeff a lil bitch 🤷♀️ it’s not like yk he’s js mean n shit even though he’s just mean n shit.
Like for instance say if y’all were just sitting on the couch cuddlin n shit and then someone walks in the room, He’s pushing you off of him immediately.
It’s not like he doesn’t want to be affectionate, He just doesn’t want people seeing, He’d do a casually hug or hold hands around people but he’d never kiss you or anything like that around people idk why 🤷♀️
But back to what i said about him being a lil bitch this mf will tease you and tear your ass up 😭, Y’all could be casually play fighting on the bed and he’ll push you off on purpose then laugh at you. Or He would walk up and say some random shit like for expample
Jeff : You built like a capital P
You : what??
He’s just random asf but also When you two are alone oml this man is so vulnerable like he’d cuddle up next to you n shit, To the point that when he breaths out shorty ur breathing in that same air. He loves when u play w his hair even though it’s crusty asf (Please wash his hair)
For rating umm hes like a good 7/10
ೃ⁀➷ “TICCI” TOBY
how do i say this ummm… He’s bipolar and yall both hate it.
It’s so… Like one moment y’all are kissing and wtv then he js pushes you off of him and walks away and your js there like “?? wtf” And then after he’ll come back and kiss you and apologize and again your just like “wtf??” But you don’t mind since he actually apologized.
Attachment issues. He will threaten you if you ever want to leave 😟 or like you tryna go to the store and bitch he js stops you he grabs your wrist and is like “go sit yo ass down” BUT NOT LIKE THAT 😭 and you js go sit down best option tbh.
He likes laying his head in between your thighs for some reason idk like especially if you got em big ol thighs 😍 and when you stroke his hair it’s like love.
When y’all are sleeping together … he’s stiff this man doesn’t move it he falls asleep in one position you will wake up and see him in that same position, And it’s bad to the point when sometimes you gotta check and see if he’s not dead, If he wakes up while your doing so he’s lookin at you like “tf is u doing?”
He’s a good kisser don’t question it but istg, You could be in the kitchen getting something to eat he js walks up behind you flips you facing him and he js kisses you bitch tongue deep in ur mouth (He got that W rizz 🫵😜)
He’s like a good ummm 7/10 too
ೃ⁀➷ EYELESS JACK
He has definitely watched you sleep more than 5 times…
He not tryna be creepy with it he just wants to make sure that you’re sleeping well it’s all outta love. But ngl sometimes he will wake you up by biting your neck n shit but are you really complaining?? Right i didn’t think so.
If you ever cut yourself he’s the number one person for you to go to He was a medical student yk before the whole … scarfice thing … But if your bleeding heavy don’t step within a feet of him, istg he gonna start buggin out and most likely will try to eat you (Outta love tho).
I can say his tongue is very long … ;) Like make out sessions end in a snap then y’all end up fuckin 🤷♀️ (we can get to those fuckin headcannons another day 😘).
He used to be a good cook but since he doesn’t eat … people food anymore he just stopped cooking but if you’d ask him to make you something he’d do it for you no questions asked, Like maybe sometimes you’d wake up to breakfast in bed from him 😜.
He’s a quiet person to say the least tho like you barely see him interact with other pastas or wtv tf they called but yeah he’s usually by himself or with you one of the two.
He’s a 10/10 at everything 😘
ೃ⁀➷ BEN DROWNED
He has definitely asked you multiple times if you wanted to film y’all fuckin …
He has made you try playing games mostly horror games or shooters in which either you rage quit or got scared and quit, He enjoys seeing you scared or seeing you js upset and angry.
If your the type of person who brings their phone into the bathroom with them he’d use that as an advantage and js crawl out of ur phone.. He has done that multiple different times.
When y’all hug he either sniffs you or your hair and then your js like “Did he sniff my hair..?” He does it cause he doesn’t wanna forget what you smell like idk why but yk .. Attachment issues.
He always notices little slight things about you. Like you cut your hair a bit..He knows, You just cut your nails..He knows, Just got new underwear..He knows.
He’s most def a 8/10 yk minus the little weird things… 👴
ೃ⁀➷ HOODIE
Yeah um… This man will manipulate and make you think that you’re nothing without him … (outta love tho)
He doesn’t genuinely care abt what you do unless it involves another person specifically another man, That’s when he starts to care.
Since he’s uhm a drug addict he would def try to get you high at some point, and when you do he would record the whole experience js for shits n giggles idk
Also same as ben he has probably asked if you wanted to record yall fuckin but even if you say no he’s not talking at as an answer, He will record it and then after show you … 😟
He likes it mostly when your vulnerable bc he could spew so many lies to you just so you won’t leave him (Best manipulator i’ve ever seen)
When y’all sleep together, you have to be directly laying on top of him or else he’s not sleeping. Period.
He’s a 6/10 (but he’s so fine 😖🫶) Yeah but umm he has a lot of problems …
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I gotta do another one but yk it’s more nice or either it’s gonna be very nsfw 🫵😭
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hihihi ! can u do Jeff the killer x m!reader?
just some hcs for him please ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
(if this is not to ur liking please ignore !)
ᥫ᭡. 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐅𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 ? ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
MY KILLER, JEFF
Jeff’s pre-dating, sfw, male reader pronouns aren’t much mentioned. Creepypasta. No post dating cause no idea, language(?), occ.
PRE!BOYFRIEND, getting to knw each other. !!
• You were also a proxy, with trouble mental like the most of the others. You’ve been here longer than others, but they didn’t why.
• you didn’t talk to much, you rather stay quiet. You would care if someone forget about you presence, it was actually funny to scare the shit out of them. You had skill to kill intruders, your step was quiet enough to not be hear.
•Jeff couldn’t give two shit about you, but in way, he was curious about the fact you are here longer than he is, in the manshion.
• He tries to make you talk, but it was pretty hard. It felt like you were mute. Any sound would came out of your mouth, even who hard he tries. (In brutal way).
• He also threat you to talk with his sharp knife, but you’d dogde his attack. After some attack, he felt his smile grin until It hurts. He had a weird feeling about you, obsession.
• The proxys were tired, of his brutal behavior trying to make you speak.
• he alway had that grin, he liked that, even if he end ups failing to you, and your tricks but it’s effectively as well, annoying.
• His friend, eyeless, just told him to stop or start to ask nicely. EJ have talked to you once, he just ask something in a non rude way
• Jeff’s expression changed, no way he’s going to ask nicely but he did anyw.
• he was like. "hm, who was your shitty day ?" He asked, rubbing his neck. He doesn’t expect you to answer, but you did. "it was okay"
• after your reply, he didn’t know what to say, should he shock or stun ?
• he would often go with you to kill. He was interested about your skills, he thought you were overated, but aren’t.
• You quickly killed you victim without any scream.
• even tho you could protect yourself, he will always have a smirk, having the earge to protect you some reason
• got no idea for bf!jeff so let your mind have scenarios 🙏
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Eyeless Jack x m!Reader
(Summary:a strange man you meet at the store wants more from you than you ever could have guessed)
cw: language, mentions of mild gore
“Ah, shit.”
The keys slip from your hand and clang loudly against the concrete ground, making you wince. Hopefully nobody heard that and swiveled their heads to stare at you as if asking ‘why did you make noise? now we all have to notice you.’
You lower your head to hide your face, quickly snatching the keys and fumbling to stick them in the lock. This apartment building was old- and so were most of the residents. No one complained about the loose windows or the broken air conditioning because maybe they hardly even noticed it. Or maybe they just didn’t care. But rent was cheap, and the only thing you really had to worry about was your left-door neighbor Miss Zhao and her (illegal) cats. You didn’t tell the landlord, and she didn’t play her flute at two in the morning. Speaking of her,
“Such a sweet man. Your wife?”
The older woman smiles at you holding the door open for her as if you didn’t do it every time this happened.
“Still no wife Miss Zhao. Are you interested?” You tease her back, making her laugh as she passes.
“Maybe if I was younger!”
She tells you about her newest kitten as you both make your way up to the second floor. You have to help her past the slippery steps, mentally cursing your landlord once again. You’d call him a cheap bastard, but you know karma would probably bite you in the ass and break your arm or something. Curse you for believing in stuff like that.
“Ah, actually-“
The woman grabs your hand before she opens the door to her apartment, slipping a few bucks in it.
“Get me a pack from the station? I’ll let you pet the kitten.”
“Ha,” you pocket the cash. “Sure thing Miss Zhao. Think I wouldn’t pay for it myself, though?”
She shakes her head as she unlocks the door. “I know you would, that’s the problem. Now- the red ones, please.”
There’s a woman arguing with the cashier as you enter, pressing her fingers against the plastic barrier angrily. The man behind the counter looks like he’d rather be under a bus than here right now. The scene causes you to make a beeline for the back of the store, keen on scouring the snacks till they’re done.
“Hmm. Sweet or sour?”
As you turn to look down the other side of the candy isle, you suddenly realize you’re not alone. There’s a man just off to the side in front of the freezers, tall and dressed in dark clothes. His hands are in the pockets of his jacket casually. You flush in embarrassment, realizing he must have heard you say your stupid thing.
Thankfully the man doesn’t turn his head to look at you. You try to convince yourself he actually hadn’t heard you, and allow yourself to relax and look back at the snacks. You peek back at him when you hear the freezer door being pulled open and see him grabbing a box of frozen waffles. He pauses before grabbing a second box. And then a third.
“Fan of eggos?”
You don’t have time to slap yourself in the face and sprint right out of the store before the tall man turns his body to you. You know he’s looking at you crazy under the sunglasses he’s wearing. He’s also wearing one of those cloth masks famous people wear in public. Covering his entire face? Hood pulled up? This guy was either a celeb or about to rob the store. You suddenly feel less weird.
He tilts his head down at the boxes in his arms.
“Guess so.”
Then he leaves you in the aisle and heads toward the front of the store. Part of you wants to stay here, curl up on the floor and cry- but another part wants to follow the man to see if he actually is about to rob the store. With a jolt of fear, you hurry your way to the cash register and stand in line for a moment before the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you realize the covered man has just stepped up right behind you. There’s a girl in front of you buying some chips and you mentally yell for her to hurry up at the back of her head.
Once she leaves, you realize you hadn’t picked up any snacks and simply ask the cashier for a pack of red cigarettes.
“Smoker, huh?”
The man’s voice makes you jump and you hear him let out a quiet snort at it.
“Ah, no- they’re for a friend.”
You don’t know why he’s talking to you and you don’t know why you’re talking to him- maybe he feels like he needs to because you said something to him earlier? You scream at yourself in your head but you cross your arms and slightly face the man in a way where it won’t look like you’re ignoring him if he says something else, but you won’t look stupid if he doesn’t.
“Drink alcohol?”
You purse your lips and eye the man strangely. That isn’t normally something someone brings up in small talk, but maybe you’ve said worse. You simply shake your head and the man tilts his head the same way he had earlier.
“No poison in you, then?”
Poison. That’s how he chooses to phrase it. It’s a completely normal thing to call it you suppose, but the fact that this weird dude is talking to you like this just sits with you wrong.
“No…no poison.”
He nods, and then you receive the pack, pay, and make your way to the door. Before you push them open though you can’t help but look over your shoulder at the man and the cashier. Maybe he’s going to pull out a gun and ask for cash, or maybe he’s going to reach through the hole and the glass and-
But he simply pulls out some cash and pays for the waffles as normally as anyone else would.
Yeah. Definitely a celebrity.
“Her name is Penny.”
“Because she’s orange?”
“Smart one aren’t you?”
The kitten paws at your hair and you scratch her chin. She purrs loudly in your arms as Miss Zhao smiles at the scene, sipping her tea.
“I wish I had balls like you, Miss Zhao.”
“Ai!” She lightly whacks you in the back of the head. “Watch your mouth around the cats, boy.”
You laugh and are about to apologize when your phone rings in your pocket, making both you and Penny jump. You groan internally before pulling it out to look at the screen.
“Dang. I gotta go, I have to edit a few reports.” You stand with the kitten and are about to place her back in the woman’s lap before she holds up a hand to stop you.
“Take her for the night, she seems to like you.”
The kitty meows and you look down at her, unsure.
“Really? I don’t-“
“Just put her out in the hall if she needs to go potty, I’ll keep my door open.”
“Alright. Sure, then. I could use the company.”
The cat has no problem lounging on your feet at you sit at your desk. Every once in a while she’ll meow and you’ll reach down to pat her head, but you accept the fact that she’s fairly calm for such a young kitten.
“Ugh…wrong date? You’ve worked there for three years…” Shaking your head as you correct the error, Penny paws at your legs. “What? You just had a snack, kitty.” She meows loudly and you sigh in defeat, scooping her up and standing.
“Alright I get it. Potty break- I could use one too.”
You open your door and set her down in the hall, peeking out to make sure Miss Zhaos was open as she said she would have it. Sure enough, it is- so you turn and make your way to the bathroom as the back of your apartment.
Your bathroom shares a wall with Miss Zhaos bedroom so it isn’t strange to here her television playing her shows, or to hear one of her cats knock something over- followed by cursing in chinese. In fact these things are so normal that it becomes strange when you don’t hear them, knowing the woman should be in her apartment at the time. She naps around noon and doesn’t sleep until a few hours from now so her apartment being totally silent has you scrubbing your hands a bit quicker.
“Miss Zhao?” You peer into her open doorway and lightly knock on the frame. No one answers aside from a couple meows of her cats, so assume she simply is sitting somewhere further inside- absorbed in a book or something. Satisfied with that conclusion, you turn to make your way back to your own room. Well you would have done that, if you hadn’t seen something that made you pause in your tracks.
Penny meows happily as the man from the gas station rubs her head. His gloved hand scratches her chin before he turns to face you.
The stories on the news of houses and apartments being broken into by a man in a blue mask always made you turn your tv to a different channel. You’d rather watch a kids show or something than hearing about people being killed. Maybe that’s why you haven’t turned tail to run to the lobby yet, or maybe it was the weapon strapped to his thigh.
“Cute cat. Yours?”
You startle as the man speaks. Same voice, very similar clothes. It has to be the same guy. It is, of course- but part of you absolutely refuses to acknowledge it. You shake your head. “No. Neighbors.”
Again, why were you talking to him? If you tried anything else, would he just hold up his gun and shoot you in the chest, or maybe the face? A closed-casket funereal is not something you want to think about.
He nods. “Met her. Nice lady.”
A glance over at the open doorway makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You look back over at the man who’s simply standing there casually.
“Yeah?” You say. “Where is she?”
A subtle (or what you thought was subtle) step back toward your door makes the man tilt his head. The gesture is so similar to what you saw earlier that it makes your stomach lurch and your feet cement themselves to the floor.
“Asleep,” he takes a step forward as if he was about to start a normal conversation with you and not hurt you very badly, “like I thought you would be. So, that makes things a bit more complicated.”
“Sorry about that.” You can’t help but snark. This guy really thinks he’s all that? You’re not as tall as him- not as lean, but maybe you’re faster. Maybe you can get to the fire escape before he-
Before you can finish the thought he’s lunging forward and that’s the moment your feet break through the rock weighing you down and promptly sprint in the opposite direction. Both yours and the man’s pounding footsteps on the carpet sound throughout the hall of the complex. You now it’s stupid to hope that someone would open their door and save you from whatever this monster wanted to do to you. No one in here sticks their nose in anyone’s business- not even those who need help.
A hand grabs your hair and yanks your head back, making you shriek and grab at his wrists.
“Let me go you fucking psycho! Someone’s already called the cops and they’ll bust your ass-“
A kick to your bum and you’re collapsing to the floor with an embarrassing yelp. The air is knocked out of you but you don’t have time to get it back before the masked man is on you and painfully digging a knee into your sternum.
“Didn’t think you would run.”
The bastard doesn’t even sound out of breath despite his sudden cardio. He takes your hands that are currently batting at him pathetically and grips them tight with one of his, reaching into his pocket with the other. You recoil in disgust as the tar substance flowing from the eyes of his mask drip onto your face, slipping across your nose and lips. You groan and twist your head in an attempt to wipe it off on your shoulder before your chin is tightly gripped and you’re forced to face him.
“Don’t move,” he tells you as you finally see what’s in his hand. “Nothing is gonna hurt.” He brings the smelly cloth closer to your face and with a sudden surge of adrenaline, you take advantage of the fact that he’s using only one hand to hold your wrists to twist them out of his grip and hit him in the throat. It’s petty and a bit of embarrassing if you stopped to think about it, but it has him sputtering and backing off enough for you to get to your feet and run back to your room.
You breathe heavily as you back away from the door after bolting it shut. Running your hands through your hair, you hurry over to your kitchen to grab the biggest knife you own. Unfortunately it isn’t very big, and you curse yourself for not being too into meats. That’s when you suddenly remember the bag under your bed you keep in case anything like this would have happened.
‘I have a bat in my room I have a bat in my room I have a bat in my-‘
You want to scream and cry as you turn the corner and see him waiting in the hallway for you.
“You fucking stalker, what the hell do you want?!” There are frustrated tears in your eyes and you wipe them away roughly. No way you were about to cry in front of this guy. But you were going to die. You were going to die for no fucking reason. Because a random dude saw you in the store and wants to fulfill his sick fantasies.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” is all he says. The reply makes you scoff.
“Yeah, because I’m going to believe that?! You killed an old woman!” Your heart aches for poor Miss Zhao and her cats. No one else knows they’re there- if you die, who will take care of them?
“I didn’t kill her.” He pulls the cloth out again and you want to just fall to the floor and give up. What were you supposed to do?
“I promise, I didn’t hurt her. I’m not going to hurt you either,” he repeats, taking steps forward. You know you should be terrified- trembling and light on your feet- but you just stand in place as the man reaches you and places a hand on the back of your neck.
“Just need you asleep.” He murmurs, bringing the soaked cloth up to your mouth.
Your eyes look up to meet his- or, whatever’s in place of them. They’re hollow and continuously spilling the strange gloop that stains his jacket. It’s awful, horrible, terrible-
You close your eyes as they grow heavy, feeling his hands tighten against you. Your body sags against his as you get weaker and if he isn’t going to kill you then you can only hope he catches you if you fall.
If death is this cold, part of you wishes you’ll end up in Hell. But then your leg twitches and hits against something solid and you realizes you aren’t dead at all.
You crack your eyes open and it takes a moment for your vision to clear enough for you to see you’re in your bathroom. The smooth ceramic of your bathtub is under you, but you’re more distracted by the dark figure hunched over your body prodding at something on your stomach.
“Still won’t leave me alone?” You grumble. The man’s mask tilts up and your breath catches at the still chilling sight.
“I’m making sure you’ll live. Which you will.”
Finally, your mind clears and you shiver as the cold of the ice bath you’re in sets. “What did you do?” You think you have the right to ask him that, at least. He pulls his hand out of the water and shakes it off.
“I took your right kidney-“
”Jesus.” Your head thunks against the lip of the tub and it swirls with pain for a moment. “The fucks wrong with you?”
His shoulders shake in silent laughter and you swat at him. Asshole. “You wouldn’t want me to explain it to you.” He has the balls to say.
“You’re crazy. I needed that thing.” Your speech slurs as you grow more exhausted, slouching further into the tub. At least there’s ice in it. You think you’d rather die than have your dick out in front of this guy.
“No you didn’t,” he says, but you simply wave a hand at him and accept the fact that your life is in his hands for now. As you slip back into unconsciousness you pray that he knows what to do with it.
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x male reader#creepypasta#eyeless jack#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack x male reader#creepypasta x m!reader#eyeless jack x m!reader#ej x reader#ej x male reader
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The Creepypasta Masterlist, Volume 1
And we make it at least to the Creepypasta masterlist, or at least the first one! Since I kind of merged the source and crp fanons of masky and hoodie I will be including my Marble Hornets posts as well! If there if anything wrong with any of the links please let me know!
Since a post can only have up to 100 links there will be multiple masterlists for Creepypasta!
As of 1/20/2024 this masterlist is complete! For future volumes you can find the links in the bottom of my pinned!
MULTI CHARACTERS:
Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim/Masky, and Brian/Hoodie's petnames for the reader
Down time w/ Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian
Slenderman, EJ,LJ, Tim and Brian w/ a reader who has plushies
Masky and Hoodie w/ a teen!new proxy!reader (platonic)
Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian listening to a song w/ reader
Reminders from Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian
Random skills and hobbies they'd have: Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian
Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie x their ideal partners
Slenderman, Splendorman, EJ, and LJ outliving you
Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, masky and hoodie losing the reader
Slender, Splendor, EJ, and LJ when the reader has a nightmare
Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie reactions to being told "I love you" for the first time
Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie finding out youre pregnant
Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie x slenderbeing!reader
EJ, LJ, Masky, Hoodie, and Toby w/ a scarred reader
Slender, Trender, Masky, and EJ w/ an ace reader
LJ, EJ, and Toby x reader whos like Hishino
Masky, Hoodie, Toby and reader going to a pumpkin patch
Date nights w/ Masky and Hoodie
EJ, LJ, slender and Jeff x reader who's been there the longest
EJ, LJ, Jeff and hoodie having a snowday w/ the reader
SLENDERMAN:
Dating Slenderman v.1
Slenderman finding out his proxies get bitches
Living w/ Slenderman
"In all my years.." short post
Slenderman exploring the readers interests
Slenderman x reader who writes horror
Slenderman x fey!reader
"All entwined in one web" Slenderman comfort/hc post
Slenderman x ghost!reader
Slenderman x cottagecore!partner
Matching scarves
Celebrating halloween
Slenderman x slenderbeing!artist!reader
Slenderman x slenderbeing!reader
Date nights w/ Slenderman
SPLENDORMAN:
Splendorman: catch up edition
EYELESS JACK:
Dating EJ hcs v.1
Aftercare w/ Eyeless Jack (kind of spicy but not explicit)
Living w/ EJ
General EJ hcs
Imagine scenario w/ EJ
Jealous EJ
EJ x artist!reader who loves nature
"The world is cruel" shortpost
Reader surprise visiting him
Reader and EJ walking together at night
Reader and EJ drabble
EJ ramble post
"Oh nooo i sure hope there isnt a monster" shitpost
Random EJ tongue hcs (yes this is SFW)
Playing w/ his hair
EJ, reader, and music
He accidentally hurts you
EJ and reader cosplaying BOTW for halloween
Random thing #5/Cleaning the tar
Cuddling and Sleeping w/ EJ
Date nights w/ EJ
LAUGHING JACK:
Living w/ LJ
Gift giving w/ LJ
Carnival hcs/jokepost
Random hcs
Laughing Jack x chaotic!reader who loves music!
Pumpkin carving w/ LJ
LJ x reader whos like Tomie
Random thing #2/Colors
Random thing #3/Pain
LJ x Trans masc!reader w/ cramps
LJ x reader who gets migraines
Random thing #10/Clown physics
LJ x angel!reader
Date nights w/ LJ
LJ x clown!reader
MASKY/TIM:
Masky x fem!reader on christmas
Tim x fem!reader who has tics
Reader finding out Tim is a proxy
Tim/Masky x soft but fierce reader
Father!Masky finding out reader is dating Toby
Tim/Masky x sunshine!reader
HOODIE/BRIAN:
General Brian/Hoodie hcs
PUPPETEER:
Pup x reader whos struggling to sleep
Pup x reader who has nightmares + sleep paralysis
OTHER:
General Zalgo hcs
Platonic Ben Drowned x mute!reader
Platonic Ben x gen z!reader
FLUFF ALPHABET
D, H, N, O, P, Q, R, S, X, Z w/ LJ
A, B, D, G, H, K, M w/ Slenderman
C, E, F, H, I, J, K, M, N, S, Y w/ Masky
E, F, I, W w/ Slenderman
J, P, Q, U w/ Slenderman
A, C, I, G, K, L, P w/ EJ
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#slenderman x reader#slenderman x you#splendorman x reader#splendorman x you#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack x you#laughing jack x reader#laughing jack x you#masky x reader#masky x you#hoodie x reader#hoodie x you#puppeteer x reader#puppeteer x you#zalgo x reader#zalgo x you#ben drowned x reader#ben drowned x you#jeff the killer x reader#jeff the killer x you
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im in my creepypasta phase right now and my demon slayer phase >:) and I made this little characters who are like 12-14 and their silly little twins who fight or kill in a double like daki and gyutaro! And I was wondering if you could just do silly little HCs of Slender,ben,Jeff,masky,and hoodie reacting to the twins pranking everyone in the manor and they catch them?>:3
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I will do F!Reader and M!Reader for this!!^^ sorry to
NB people!☹️☹️💕
Creepypasta x M!Teen!Reader and F!Teen!Reader
Ft: Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Ben drowned, Jeff the killer, and F!reader
And M!Reader.
Slenderman:
・He is impressed withboth of your skills, and you both intrigue him.
・But when you all do your pranks his dad side comes out.
・He gets your both dumb teens but this dude is a grumpy old man.
・He might chuckle a little bit, some of the pranks you both pull are amusing.
・But he has to be a party pooper.. sorry kids!
・He finally caught you both in the act and he actually found this one an interesting one..
・You both some how managed to steal Bens hat and try to hide it in his office. 😭
・But he knows how special Bens hat is to him and you both know it to! But your both kids
So he just scolds you both and makes you two apologize to ben and give it back.
・And as for punishment you both had to have a sleepover with LJ.. (I hate that clown sm)
“Children, why do you do these things?”
Masky/Tim:
・Same with Slender on the prank stuff, he finds some of them funny but also finds
Them annoying at times😭
・I mean hes a grumpy old man who wants to get his work done so Ig it makes sense-?
・Still hes a partypooper. >:/
・So he caught you both putting hello kitty stickers on his mask when he went out to smoke..
・He was amused but also annoyed.
・He kinda had to take a second to process everything.
・When he realized what you guys where doing he sighed and was like “Really?”
・He took you both to slender and let him deal with you guys because he was to tired to
Deal with you two.
・He already deals with you both half of the time give the poor guy a break😭
“Are you two serious?” He sighed. “Lets go to slender..”
Hoodie/Brain:
・He doesn’t really care THAT much. That much.
・But sometimes he can get frustrated with you two.
・Hes found some of them funny, like he might have actually laughed. Unlike Masky/Tim.
・But he likes to make things quick and you both make that hard.
・He was going to go and grab his gun for a mission but he found you both replacing the bullets with..
Blueberrys..?
・He was standing there like:🧍🏻♂️
・He then snatched the gun away from you both and said “This is not a toy.” In a low kinda deep
Voice.
・He then turned to F!Y/N and was like “I thought you where smarter then your brother.”
・ANYWHOOOOO
・He kept your prank a secret but gave you both a little lecture.
・Hes like the cool uncle.
“You both stay out of my stuff, there not toys, but pretty cool prank.”
Jeff:
・Hes one of the ones who find your pranks hilarious.
・Like when he saw Maskys mask with a whole bunch of hello kitty stickers on
It he died.
・He ruffled yalls hair and was like “Good job kiddos!”
・BUTTTTT
・All of that changes when hes the one getting pranked.
・There was a time where you both put some of sallys pink clothes with
His WHITE hoodie in the washer. He did not find this one funny.
・He was mad because he has an attachment to his hoodie,kinda like how Ben is attached to his hat.
・One time he walked into Toby’s room to tell him that he has to go on a mission and he saw yall tying his shoes together he had to hold in his laugh and he gave yall a thumbs up and left the room.
・He covered for both of you!
“Yeah no it wasn’t the two brats.”
Ben:
・He also finds both of yalls pranks funny as shit.
・I mean how could he not?
・He was impressed with the jeff hoodie thing, like how are you guys even alive?
・And he doesn’t really care THAT much if you guys prank him.
・Except the time when you guys came to the mansion and didn’t know that
Hated and had a fear of water.
・You both dunked a whole bunch of water over his head.
・HE WAS PISSEDDD
・That made you both have a rocky start with him, buttt he knows that you two are just kids
So he lets it slide.
・He isolates himself for sometime, you both felt bad so you went to try and
Talk to him, surprisingly he answered. He heard you both out and he sighed.
・Then some time goes bye, you both are good with him! But he walked in on you guys trying to
Do something with his GAMES!?
・He wasn’t mad just scared of what was going to happen to his games.
・He goes like “What are you guys doing!?” And startles you both so you drop them.
・He screeches like a little girl and then makes sure there ok.
・There ok, thankfully. He then looks down at both of you for some reason hes not mad..
He ruffles both of your hairs then shoves you both out of his room and then says,
“If I catch you guys messing with my games again You might meet with a terrible fate.”
・Ofc he was joking! (or was he)
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SORRY IF THERES ANY MISTAKESS!! (◞‸◟)
#ben drowned#jeff the killer#creepypasta#hoodie#masky#slenderman#creepypasta x teen reader#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#jeff the killer x reader#ben drowned x reader#masky x reader#hoodie x reader#slenderman x reader#x reader#platonic#creepypastaaaaaa
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👽👇🏼Attempted Master-List👇🏼👽
MK1
Flirty MK1 intros: https://is.gd/QllznT (part 1)
• https://is.gd/JTB0FX (part 2)
• https://is.gd/0b5krw (part 3)
•https://is.gd/WI0vcu (part 4)
Johnny cage (MK1): (cancelled plans/nsfw)>> https://is.gd/cffRY5
• (it’s still me/nsfw)>>https://is.gd/JJ8iGK
Liu Kang (MK1): (treating you/nsfw)>> https://is.gd/TyipTP
• (treating you pt 2/nsfw)>> https://is.gd/3gwikc
Mileena(MK1): (hcs/sfw/nsfw)>> https://is.gd/eePfsn
• (hcs/sfw/nsfw pt 2): https://is.gd/YPOR5g
Syzoth (MK1): (sweet relief/sfw)>> https://is.gd/Bh2FcQ
Raiden: (can I taste you?/Nsfw)>> https://is.gd/3ZoYnS
Kenshi: (Just like that/nsfw)>> https://is.gd/zk5YW5
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MK11
Fujin (MK11): (Dancing with the wind/sfw)>> https://is.gd/t2sn9c
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Pokemon Professor Kukui (Ultra Sun/Moon): (A challenge/M!reader x Kukui Nsfw)>> https://is.gd/vIh13K
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[(Creepypasta Masterpost)]
Start: 07/24 — Finish: 07/24
Links: Rules & Masterpost
DISCLAIMER!! There will be SFW & NSFW content and dark themes.
NOTE: please keep in mind that these characters are not real, meaning, I have no problem writing them in such a manner.
CHARACTERS::
Pasta’s::
Jeff the Killer [Jeffery Woods]:
Jane the Killer/the Everlasting [Jane Tod Richardson]:
Homicidal Liu/Sully [Liu Woods]:
Eyeless Jack [Jack Nyras]:
X-Virus [Cody]:
Ticci Toby [Tobias Erin Rogers]:
Clockwork [Natalie Ouellette]:
Laughing Jack:
Laughing Jill:
Nina the Killer [Nina Hopkins]:
BEN drowned [Benjamin Lawman]:
Bloody Painter [Helen Otis]:
The Muse [SFW DRABBLE]
Candy Pop:
Jason the Toymaker [Jason Meyer]:
Kate the Chaser [Kate Milens/Hayes]:
Marble Hornets::
Hoodie [Brian Thomas]:
Masky [Timothy Wright]:
Slender-Verse::
Slenderman:
Offenderman:
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𝙑𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 (𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ)
The Proxies X Fem!Metalhead!Reader
Massive warning for graphic violence, self harm, and smut in ongoing chapters.
Hi teem, So this is gonna be a lengthy explanation. This story is loosely based on the black metal band Mayhem and some of the things the lead vocalist did. I HIGHLY recommend looking up both black metal and Mayhem this story will make more sense. ANYWAYS, there's mass controversy surrounding the band but idgaf. Black metal in the Creepypasta universe is fucking legendary, I saw an opportunity and ran with it. This series will be edgy, If you're triggered by self harm and dark subjects such as suicide this is not for you. Thank you for reading, you have been warned!
The proxies get sent by the operator to a black metal venue for a mission. The reader is the lead vocalist in a band called Funeral Terror Tim, Brian, and Toby are fascinated by the reader's profound performance. Never have they seen such a grotesque display put on for the public. They must take you to the operator.
??? Pov
“ What the fuck even is black metal? That sounds like some lame ass gimmick.”
The edges of Tim's vision still blurred with buzzing static. He had just finished conversing with the Operator.
“ Doesn’t matter, we have a job to do. We should be careful though this venue has a history of being incredibly lenient when it comes to its attendees.” brian said
“ Which m-means?”
Toby questioned leaning back in his chair.
“ Means these fuckers could be armed. Bet there’s drugs going around which would make our job even harder.” Tim said with a serious tone.
“ We have to have our guards up especially if we have to talk with those.. people.”
Tim’s pause was telling.
“ What’s the victim’s n–name?.”
Toby’s shoulder jerked. Looking towards Tim for an answer.
“ R/N R/L. The Operator told me she may be trouble, so all the more reason to keep our guards up.”
“ O–oo a girl! We haven’t had a female victim in ages!”
Toby spoke, whistling enthusiastically. Brian chuckled.
“ Don’t get too excited, he wants us to bring her to him alive. There’s a chance she may be a candidate for a new proxy.”
Tim got quiet
“ Pshhh what could be so special about her. Besides! The Operator hasn’t chosen a new proxy since Toby.”
brian said smirking
“ Yea–yeah and we do our jobs just fine. What could she do that we can't?”
Toby said with a roll of his eyes.
“ I don’t know but let’s get this over with.” Tim finished.
At the venue
Reader’s Pov
Staring in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. I felt like a shit though not many could see it so plainly. My clammy palms gripped the porcelain sink that resided in the shitty dressing room bathroom. I donned a short sleeve fitted Bahtory t-shirt, ripped camo pants, black boots, and a bullet belt. Scars littered my wrists and shoulders from past mutilation. Finishing my corpse paint really solidified my reality.
Outside of the dressing room was bustling with staff making sure the stage equipment, lighting, and sound system were all in good condition. Some stopped and asked me questions while I fished a cigarette from my pocket. Basic annoying questions like-
“ Are you ready to perform?”
“ Are your bandmates ready?”
“ How many songs are you performing?”
Lighting my cigarette pushed past the small crowd of people finding my bandmates tuning their instruments and lounging on a small couch. Above the couch pinned to the wall was a set list and a calendar. 2014 June 21st. This was the 5th show our band Funeral Terror had played, I wouldn’t consider what we were doing as touring but it was to some degree.
Today’s concert venue resides in a small town called Tuscaloosa Alabama. The reason my bandmates and I chose such a seemingly pointless place was because of its alarmingly dark history. This town was the perfect place to play black metal. Maybe I’d get to witness some paranormal shit first hand. It also gave you an excuse to do some wicked things tonight
“ There’s our deadgirl.”
Corpus greeted me with delight. He's my bassist, his real name wasn’t actually Corpus it was actually connor however, all of my bandmates had stage names. Mine being cadaverous.
Nodding at him with approval I took a long drag from my cigarette. Sighing in contentment.
“ What are our plans for after the show? I think we could go hit the local pub and get a few beers, heard their food fucks too.”
My guitarist said with a shrug. His stage name was blasphemy.
“ Hell yeah, I’m down, something tells me this night is gonna be long.”
I say flopping down next to blasphemy on the worn couch. My cigarette loosely hung from my lips
“ Are you guys ready to raise the dead with this show tonight?”
I say with a grin. My bandmates holler and whistle enthusiastically.
“ Fuck is that even a question. I haven't been this pumped for a show in forever.”
Blasphemy said, taking a sip of his beer.
“ How much longer do we have to wait for these openers to finish their sets.”
My drummer SKAG groaned. Almost as if right on queue the staff motioned for us to get on stage. We all stood up ready to take our places in front of the growing crowd.
Showtime.
??? pov
The four proxies stepped out of Tim’s sketchy toyota corolla into the summer night air. They observed the few people making their way into the concert building. Walking up to the door they were met with a tall lanky long haired man wearing some band tee Tim had never heard of.
“ That’ll be a 10 dollar admission.”
He spoke with a low tone. Great, we have to pay to get in too, Tim thought. Each proxy member handed over the money, getting not more than a casual nod to go in.
“ I stu-still have yet to see a girl with our victims descript–-shion.”
Toby said.
“ We haven’t even made it through the crowd.relax.”
Brian replied. The proxies continued to shove through the dense crowd. They settled on a row back from the stage. Keeping a close eye on the people around them and listening in on short yells of conversation. Finally a figure walked on the stage with brisk speed. The person was dressed similarly to the guy taking money at the door.
“ Now for the band you’ve all been waiting for.. raise your horns for Funeral Terror!”
The crowd erupted with screams raising their hands bumping into one another. The lights dimmed the beginnings of a guitar riff ripped through the speakers, the movements from the people around the proxies became more rapid. Brian and Tim stood still while Toby began to bump against the crowd. Of course he’d enjoy this kind of shit.
Finally the lights brightened casting a purple ghostly glow upon the lead singer who bellowed out scratchy growling vocals. It wasn’t a man as he had initially thought it was a woman. A woman that fit the exact description the operator had mentioned. Her S/C was painted a ghoulish white with black wisped around her eyes. Her lips painted into a black frown making her seem more corpse-like.
“ G-get a load of her!”
Toby yelled through the roaring bass of the crowd. Tim was stunned never had he heard such music. Each word she sang was drawn out in a growl and it rattled through the speakers in an ear piercing fashion.
Towards the crescendo of the song the proxies noticed her gripping something from her belt, it was a knife. It looked dull from the glint it gave off. She raised her wrist to the view of the crowd, dragging it along the thin flesh of her forearm. It was so dull the slits were shallow giving only slight beads of blood. The frustration was evident on her painted face. Throwing down the dull knife she searched the ground, grabbing an empty bottle close to the forefront of the stage. The crowd continued to roar, the guitar riffs at their highest peak. Smashing the bottle she took what was left of the shattered glass raising her arm once more. She cut deep gashes into her already mutilated flesh. Blood poured from the searing wounds splattering onto the people below her. A few opened their mouths, some just looked up with amazement. It was a grotesque sight to see.
All of it happened so quickly Tim, Brian, and Toby couldn’t help but stare in awe. This chick was fucking nuts. Toby could’ve sworn she caught his gaze just for a moment. The song ended, another one starting up the band finished a total of 6 songs before the concert ended. They pulled other insane stunts throughout the duration of their performance. The proxies shared looks as the band walked off the stage.
The crowd began to disperse loud chatter took place of the long gone music.
“ That was fucking in–sane!”
Toby said, still twitching with excitement.
“ No seriously, I have never seen someone do such a thing. Especially in front of a crowd.”
Brian said excitement also lacing his voice. Tim was in deep thought.
“ She’s our victim isn’t she, Tim”
Brian asked with a head tilt Tim nodded.
“ We have to go find the band before they leave or at least follow them to wherever they plan to go. “
The proxies nodded in agreement.
Reader’s Pov
The searing pain of my self inflicted wounds gave me such a rush on stage but now I’m left shaking. I felt dizzy. Everything felt far away as my bandmates helped me down the stairs backstage.
“ You’re fucking crazy R/N. We gotta get your arms bandaged before we go anywhere.”
Blasphemy said worry very evident in his voice but admiration seemed to also be behind his words. He was serious though, even using my real name but I barely noticed. Everything blurred together as they tended to my arms. I hissed in pain as they Wrapped it with gauze and duct tape to make it stay in place. I felt guilty resentment bubbling up in my gut. The adrenaline passed and I was left with a voided feeling of numbness. Looking down at my bandaged arms made bile rise in the back of my throat. This feeling pained me but god, was it addicting.
My bandmates huddled around me, staying silent as the staff finished patching me up. I still felt myself shaking. I must've lost a lot of blood. Grabbing my pack of cigarettes, I put one to my lips.
“ Can one of you give me a light?”
I request. SKAG nodded, fishing a lighter from his pocket. He put the lighter up to my cig, igniting it. I inhaled the smooth spiced tobacco sighing in relief. Honestly I could eat.
“ So… Pub time?”
Corpus said with a meek smile.
“You read my mind.”
??? Pov
“ I think only one of us should go in.”
Tim suggested. The others nodded in agreement.
“ Toby, I think you should go. You look like somebody they’d talk to.”
“ I don’t knu–know what you’re sugges–ting but fine.”
Toby rolled his eyes.
“Okay good, Brian and I will stay in here and keep watch. Maybe try to get her away from her friends. We'll figure out our next step then.”
The proxies followed the foursome to the local pub named Donner's. They watched the band walk into the pub waiting a few spare moments before sending Toby inside.The door chimed with his arrival, Toby quickly scanned the small place. It was quite busy and the patrons were happily chatting away. He spotted the group of four sitting at a table near the bar. He made his way to a seat closest to the table. Getting comfortable he ordered a drink.
“ One of the house beers on tap, ple-please.”
The bartender nodded, turning away to prepare his drink. Toby began to listen to the table next to him.
“ Holy fuck that reminds me of the time SKAG got so fucking drunk he fell in the bonfire then proceeded to yak in it too.”
One of the guys laughed maniacally.
“ I told you to never mention that again.”
One of the other guys said through gritted teeth.
“ Ay corp you can’t say shit. Weren’t you literally passed out NAKED next to a creek 3 miles from the cabin.”
R/N said with a raised brow. The table erupted into laughter. The guy just silently sipped his drink.
“ One house beer.”
The bartender set the drink in front of Toby. He gave a meek thank you sipping on the wheaty beverage. Then suddenly
“ Hey little lady, you’re too pretty to be doing all that to yourself.”
A drunk guy slurred. Toby turned towards the voice. The guy was referring to R/N’s healed wounds that ran up and down her exposed arms.
“ Oh yeah? How bout’ you kick rocks you fucking geezer.”
She bit back.
“ Just trying to give you advice sweetie. No man wants a girl with those kinds of problems. No need to be such a cunt.”
He drunkenly barked gripping onto her shoulder. Before he could even get out another word she smashed her beer glass against his head knocking him out cold. The pub went silent seconds later her bandmates cheered. Toby was shocked. This girl is something else.
“Hope you learned your lesson geezer.”
She spit on his unconscious body before stepping over it.
“ I’m gonna go smoke, I'll be back.”
Her bandmates acknowledged her before going back to chatting. She briskly walked out the door. Fuck Toby had to follow her this was his chance.
Toby followed out the door. Finding her not far from the pub entrance, lighting her cigarette.
“ H–Hey can I bum a cigarette from you?”
Toby asked. She gave him a look before nodding, handing over the pack.
“ Need a light too?”
R/N questioned.
“ Yeah, thanks.”
Toby took a drag from it; he couldn't deny it was pretty good. He’s used to Tim’s shitty ones. They stood in silence while nursing their cigarettes.
“ So u-uhh I saw what you did to that guy. That was pretty ha-hardcore.”
Toby began. She chuckled.
“ Yeah, when people comment on things like that I don’t usually care but tonight was different…Hey weren’t you in the crowd at my show tonight?”
R/N question.
“ I w–was, that was one hell of a concert. I didn’t know thin–gs like that were allowed.”
Toby said. She shrugged.
“ I appreciate it.”
The two stood in silence for a few moments.
“ This chat was cool in all but I should ge–-”
Before she could even finish Toby knocked her out. He quickly caught her unconscious body spotting Tim’s shitty car. He be-lined it to the car dragging her along.
The operator was hopefully going be pleased.
This took me so long bro , Let me know what you guys think! I should have the next chapter out in a month or so maybe sooner :D I didn't proof read the whole thing so I apologize if there's errors!
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