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kyzuri · 2 months

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glimpses ☆ eyeless jack

; me just thinking about how eyeless jack would stare at you unbeknownst to you because he found you interesting but you really can’t tell / you’re being watched lmao

; small caps intended, gn!reader x eyeless jack, sfw

; creepypasta

; oneshot

—— [ slenderman is referred as the operator ]

in a manor filled with different and unique (creepy) creatures and mass murderers, you were considered as a “normie” as ben had said before. to say, you were at least sane for the time being.

you weren’t new to this establishment of crimes influenced by the operator but you weren’t old enough to be treated as a superior by the others too. you were sent out for certain tasks for uncountable times already so you can say, you have experience. but, you were a loner in and out of the establishment so no one knows you well. maybe some half sane residents such as jane or brian does, name your creep. if you have to stay inside the manor to rest and such, you would hide in your room to avoid partaking into demented activities that would occur whenever the unhinged ones are home.

although, right now, it was one of those hectic days that only happen once in a blue moon. so, everyone that was home was called in a meeting to fix a problem that one of the residents might have caused, possibly to discuss about new tasks and plans for the month too.

the proxies was in the room. jeff is there too. even the carnival maniacs along with the regular killers were in the same room as you. you decided to keep quiet for the entire discussion and listened thoroughly. rouge was talking endlessly while being chorused with jeff’s complaints.

in the middle of the discussion, you suddenly felt a sheer feeling down your spine. having the same feeling as how the operator would stalk you before.

you looked around you. no one seem to be staring nor is trying to get your attention, so you focused back on whatever rouge was saying. for the entire hours in that room, the feeling didn’t go away. it was strong and felt so dark, almost piercing through your soul. so, the moment rouge dismissed everyone, you lurked among the crowd to exit the area and finally escape the toxic atmosphere. as you made your way towards the door, you couldn’t help but brush yourself against a few residents, earning a few harsh comments, and the comments clouding your thoughts.

until, you bumped into a tall figure. you didn’t bother looking back as you already expected the person to snarl another curse about you. but when you step foot at the hallway floor, you were freezing to literal death, all while feeling too hot from the tension too. you didn’t know why so you turned around. the chill was gone as the other residents began to to flood out back to their own businesses.

you returned to your room and decided to forget about whatever happened.

another day with everyone else out for a spree. you had nothing to do for today so you exited your room to grab any food you might be interested to eat from the kitchen.

you were surprised to see jane. she had a room in the manor but never really stayed because she didn’t stand the toxicity in the place. plus, she still wasn’t over the issue with jeff.

you muttered a small “hi” while jane had politely greeted you back. you entered the kitchen and that awful chill returned once again. but you decided to ignore it and grabbed your snacks. you went back to your room with the feeling had died down again. weird.

a moment where you felt the chill again was the moment you shot your eyes open from the black out you just had. you began to feel like being stalked but only on times were you were not alone at all. that’s why you woke up. the strange feeling was too strong for you not to ignore.

there you were, laying down on a hospital bed with bandages wrapped around your waist and arms and a dextrose on your wrist. you tried to recall the moments before you were in your current state. let’s see, you were taken advantage of the victim you had but you did managed to finish the task you were given. too bad, you lost plenty amount of blood and passed out.

just near your bed was a a group of four people, conversing with each other. you recognized each one of them, brian and rouge who seemed to be concerned about you and two doctors in front of them — nurse ann and the eyeless jack. they seemed to be busy talking about your condition. you were always fit as a solo killer as you were skilled so passing out was definitely a new experience.

what you suddenly noticed was the eyeless man had his head turned over you. you always thought he was blind and continued to do so. he had no eyes at all. so, why did it felt like he could sense exactly where you are? how could he directly stare at you?

from the brief eye contact you both had, you weren’t so sure anymore.

his nonexistent gaze felt so dominating, like a predator’s eyeing its prey. or maybe he was always this intimidating and scary. you had heard that he was a demon so, is that why?

maybe you were just so tired and mentally drained that you’re beginning to feel strange things.

you turned your head away and closed your eyes back shut until tiredness washed your consciousness.

once again, you awoken with the same strange feeling. you fluttered your eyes open. you were still in the same room and bed, but the other residents were nowhere to be seen.

you glanced to your side, seeing the tall eyeless man standing beside an operating table with a man tied on top of it. you didn’t question the situation as you looked up to him. so was he staring at you as you sleep? maybe. sighing, you contemplated whether to confront him about the intense feeling he would give out.

you sat up and suddenly felt a stinging pressure down on your waist, groaning to yourself from the pain. this caught the attention of the medic that is in the same room as you. and that intense feeling was back at piercing down on you again. because of that, you couldn’t help but give him the darkest glare you can show. his head slightly tilted as a response to your reaction, as if in dazed of curiosity of why you did that all of a sudden. he hasn’t even done anything wrong yet you’re already glaring at him!

well..

you held the urge to roll your eyes back as you began, “does staring comes off to you normally? it’s feels weird.”

“no.” he responded, his voice deep and husky.

“then why are you always stari— nevermind.” you never wanted to mess with anyone in the establishment so you always put a tall boundary when being curious.

then he hummed, his low voice vibrating as the room fell silent before he spoke, “you finally noticed.”

“oh.” you went speechless upon realization. so it was indeed him!

it took you a long time to find out who had been staring at you lately that you began to feel paranoid. you were just about to bang your head if the feeling stayed longer. you hated the chills so you wanted it taken away. it reminds you that you were always crazy and that something is after you. and whatever that something was, you didn’t like it.

he walked over to his office desk before grabbing a tray of food. he placed it on a table beside you. he was well built and very tall. he also seemed to be gentle in his own way even if he was one of the dangerous ones in the manor. you watched as the man moved stiffly and quietly, unable to make any noise at all. then you checked the tray, a full meal course with a note on the side.

a note from jane saying: eat once you wake up, i asked liu to cook this for you. get well soon

you appreciated this small gesture of jane, knowing that someone still cared about you. your face softened and there was it again, that feeling of being watched. you looked up and saw the eyeless jack gazing down at you. you wondered what color was his eyes used to be.

“could you please stop staring?” you politely asked and so he walked away without saying a word. though, too much loneliness can cause a lot of curiosity among the outside world so you took back whatever wish you had, “wait! just, how can you even see without having any..?”

“that’s confidential.” he responded coldly, “but one matter of fact, i’ll always know where you are.”

“firstly, that’s weird. secondly, why are you suddenly watching me? took me a while to figure out but why? if you can possibly see, that also means you’re good at stalking your victims, right?” you asked, wishing you were just tired and finally keep yourself shut.

surprisingly, he decided to answer monotonously, “i always watch those who i haven’t seen yet. and yes, i am considered to specialize in that field. i’m quite impressed on how you manage to keep sane despite living in a demented environment.”

“why?” you repeated in he turned his head to your view.

a short silence came before he confessed, “i’ve only seen you for a couple of times. living your life like a ghost and the meeting happened, so i took the opportunity to observe you for the entire time.”

you froze. “the entire time?!”

“i was studying, you.” he stated straightforwardly. bold, indeed.

#drabble #oneshot #creepypasta #ej #eyeless jack #jack nicholson #writing #random #random thoughts #he’s so hot #istg #headcanon #creepypasta eyeless jack #jane the killer #rouge the proxy #jeff the killer

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ruexvn · 2 months

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𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎- 𝙴𝙹

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ

"𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝!"

"𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚞𝚜𝚜! 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝"

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎...𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔.."

"𝚘𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎?!...𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚜"

"....𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚗?.."

"𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴"

"𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙴, 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙹𝙴𝙵𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚈"

"𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙴?!"

"𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘋𝘐𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘔𝘌?!"

*𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐*

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛.." 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗.

"𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎-..."

*𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗*

"𝚈/𝙽!!"

"𝚈𝙴-𝚈𝙴𝚂???"

"𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢..𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕...𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚖..."

"𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗?"

"𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝...𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘...𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?"

"𝚍𝚞𝚑!"

"𝚢𝚎𝚜....𝚞𝚑.....𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞....𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞...𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞..."

"𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞-"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏

"𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜...𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝...'𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜' 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛...."

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚍-"

"𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎"

𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕.

"𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜"

𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚡.

𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜.

"𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?...."

"𝚢𝚎𝚜..𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎"

"𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜..."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛. 𝙰𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.

".....𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢..."

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢

"𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛?"

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scary-lasagna · 6 months

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Are requests open? May I have anything cute you feel like writing for EJ, please?

im so sorry it got sad really quick

Edwin University

Jack looked down at the little crumpled piece of paper, and compared it to the large, steel letters of the school logo.

" EDWIN UNIVERSITY SCHOOL OF MEDICINE "

This is where he came from, where this demon was born. And yet, it didn't seem like anything evil or cultish. Just a normal school for practicing medical personnel.

Students were pacing toward class here and there, either in sweatpants, or business casual clothing. A sense of a bittersweet longing washed over him, knowing that he was once walking across the same lawn not too long ago. Holding the same books. Fretting over the same classes.

Slender had finally caved on the 31st time of Jack asking to visit his roots, to understand just a hair of who he was before he was turned into this kidney eating parasite. Of course, it was under the condition that he not interact with anyone. And now that he's here, standing at the front of campus, he's not sure if he wants to know.

He gulped down whatever was bubbling in his throat, and trailed behind a nearest student, trotting toward the building, no doubt late for whatever class he was hauling books for in a humongous bookbag. The student didn't even notice how close Jack was breathing down his neck, desperate to slip in through the door that only opened with a Student ID.

Those two sets of doors acting as a threshold for so long, Jack was in shock at how different the inside compared to the dull bricks of the outer walls of the school.

The tiles of the hallway were a dull vinyl material, and glistened with the fluorescent lights lining the lobby. Flags of multiple countries, schools, hospitals, and sports teams hung in uniform above Jack's head, seemingly floating along the endless ceiling.

It smelled familiar too, the stale smell of carpet, cheap disinfectant, and bricks that held a little too much moisture to be sanitary. Now, Edwin University held a high stature of respect in the state, being the best medical school for miles around. The building could use some touch-ups, though.

While admiring the interior, Jack paced a few steps forward, squinting through his mask at the office, and multiple hallways that branched out toward an infinite amount of class rooms and buildings.

As Jack glanced around, shrouded by his hoodie, a glass case caught his eye, reflecting the lights in such grace that he couldn't see beyond the glare. The demon approached the trophy case tucked into the wall by the main office, taking notes of glitter strewn about the garland of the school's colors.

And his stomach dropped, landing on what looked to be a red-haired high-school graduate centered amongst a collage of the same person.

"Jackson Creed, the most brave Owl of our school."

He glared over his shoulder, in case any passerby's became too nosey of his presence, and quickly turned back toward his photos. How he desperately wanted to rip the glass off of it's hinges, smash through it and clutch the remains of his past life desperately in his claws.

Jack only stood shaking, and gulped. There was a newspaper clipping framed next to it, with multiple paragraphs framing a picture of a curly brunette girl in a cheer uniform. Without even reading a word of the paper, he could feel the unbridled rage the look in her eyes invoked in his blackened blood.

"Jessica Writhe, forever loved and missed."

"Forever missed...Certainly." He grumbled. Jack could only hiss in a sniff as he shook his head, tilting his gaze into the speckled tile. The physical pain clutching his heart with knives and broken glass. He was robbed. He was robbed of a college degree, a doctorate, a friend group of normal people, a life, a family a-

"Did you know them?" A voice chimed. Jack's head snapped toward his left, being too self-absorbed to notice anyone approaching him. The demon quickly fixed his hoodie as he looked back toward the glass, tugging it snugly over his mask.

It was a dark-skinned man, no older than 25, that was suddenly standing next to him. He shuffled a little stiffly toward the case, and placed a granola bar on the sill of the window. His freckles hopped around his cheeks as he smiled at the hooded figure. "My name is James, I was a friend of Jack's."

Jack's tension left his shoulders for a moment, slacking downward with numbness. A piece of his old life was standing right beside him and he wasn't allowed to say a single word, too risky. And Jack had been too loyal to disrespect the terms that Slender gave.

"He was a really nice guy, a little weird, but that's what made him so lovable to everyone. Always making jokes and taking a jab at someone." James chuckled and shook his head. "He always ate a granola on the way to class, so on Mondays I drop one off for him." James simmered down, went quiet for a moment, as if hoping Jack would jump out of his hoodie with a 'Hey! It's me! It's been a while, right?'

But nothing.

"They're still looking for him." James added, and Jack merely tilted his head to peek a gaze at James. He provided a simple nod, to indicate that he was listening. "I hope he comes back some day. I'd love to share one more coffee with him."

Jack turns on his heel abruptly, the tar started to overflow the pockets inside his mask, so it was a much needed signal to leave.

"Uh, hey! Do you want this hoodie? One mutual, to another?" It was a last ditch effort to connect with the stranger. Anything that could give him a glimpse of his old friend. A new shared memory, hell maybe this guy even had a piece of his clothes that he could bribe for.

So much grief and guilt had plagued James ever since the murder and disappearance of Jessica's clique. If he could just...find something to cling on to...

Jack paused in his strideA, practically being weight down by the guilt of just walking off, let alone the sickening feeling this human was radiating. What is it? Sadness? Grief? Something that his senses were picking up on, but couldn't quite name.

"Here, take it." James held out the hoodie, it was heavy.

Jack slowly turned. How could he take it? These claws, the shadow colored skin...His own demonic flesh leaked out from his tattered clothing.

But alas, after a long beat, Jack hesitantly reached out, his long claws scraping against the woven cotton before his finger pads even touched the garment. James sucked in a gasp through his teeth, staring at Jack's hood in angry confusion.

What kind of sick joke?-

But the scar on Jack's hand, the 'X'. It traced from pointer to wrist, and the other line from his pinky to the other side of his wrist. Jack had always had it since he awoken. But James...James seems to remember it as well.

James' fingers released the hoodie as Jack tugged it away, giving a sheepish wave before quickly leaving. Black dots of tar traced his footsteps as he hurried out of the building.

James was the only one to notice. He was the only one to notice the ghost of Jackson Creed.

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Jack was quiet for the rest of the week, and Nina was the only one who seemed to care enough to pry. She even went as far as climbing into his window when he locked his door on her.

"C'mon Jack! You can't stay cooped up in your room outside of working hours. It's not healthy, even for someone like you!"

"Nina, please leave." He didn't spare her a moment of time before he was already unlocking his door to shoo her away. And while his back was turned, Nina caught a glimpse of the hoodie slacked over the footboard of his bed.

"Edwin Uni? Is that a victims school or...?" Nina looked back toward Jack. Even with a faceless mask, Nina could see the tension gathered in his shoulders. "Oh my Gods! Did you really go to the human realm to visit your old life? Isn't that like, forbidden?!" She exclaimed, and Jack quickly slammed the door before whoever was undoubtedly listen outside decided to spread the news Nina was blabbing.

"Yes... I did visit, but-"

"Well, what was it like? Is this what's got you in the dumps?" She asked, and helped herself to sitting on his bed, pulling the hoodie off of the frame and holding it up to admire the grey vintage style of it.

"It was..." Jack thought for a moment, not knowing how to place a single word on the experience. "It was alright."

"Just alright, huh? She teased, standing up as Jack approached her, and without giving Jack a second to react, she popped it on over head, and yanked it down past his chest. "I think the hoodie fits at least. But I hope you didn't buy it, college's are a scam when it comes to merch, and on top of that it looks used!"

It did look used. It was frayed in the back and had a few holes sporting it. Jack wiggled, and wanted to amuse Nina with the idea he was already stuck in, and popped his arms through the sleeves, fixing the hem to just below his belt loop.

"It fits nice." He shrugged, pulling the hood out of his back and flipping it over his head.

"Hey, you'd pass for a pretty cute college dude, huh?" She teased with a laugh.

Jack only shook his head with a scoff, "I did. But those days are long past me." He grabbed the hem, and pulled it off before Nina could grab any more friendly teases from thin air. He held it by his hips, struggling to free his arms from the hoodie with the friction of his long sleeved shit.

"Hey! Look at the tag, Jack." She shuffled forward, and lifted the hoodie to get a better look at the tag, "Someone's written on it."

The marker on the tag could only show at least a years worth of washing machine visits. It was bleeding and barely legible. But Jack could read it, it was his handwriting after all.

"Can't read it." He fibbed, and tossed it back on the bed. He headed back toward the door with a sigh, flexing his fingers.

"Maybe I'll get you a new Edwin hoodie for Christmas." Nina smiled, following him to be politely shoved out of his room.

"No...I like that one better."

#ok it was cute in my head at first but then it got sad im sorry KHDSKG #eyeless jack #drabble #one shot #creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #story #nina the killer #i cant really i recall ninas last name #posting this one now bc it's been a minute since i posted.

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nymph-ette111 · 17 days

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Currently suffering from writer's block...I'm still working on the fic but I can't find the motivation to write anything ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌ maybe if I open up requests I can force myself to actually write something instead of just staring at my drafts for 15 minutes straight and then exiting the notes app with zero progress. I'll make a pinned post soon about the things I can and can't write ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ don't let me down guys.

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zombimilk · 2 years

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Mean boyfriend Jeff :3

Jeff leaves you alone often... Whether that be on purpose or not- he leaves you isolated until you fear for the safety of yourself as well as his.

Ever since making you his, he has only allowed you to see him. You have a serious case of Stockholm syndrome when it comes to him. Your isolation to the outside world has caused you to be completely dependent on him and only him- just how he wants it to be. He has you wrapped around his finger.

He typically comes home plastered in blood or mud, his long hair matted together and stuck to his face and shoulders. He smells like dirt and rot. His clothing littered with brand new holes and distress.

No matter how much you love him, seeing him like this will truly shake you to your core. It reminds you of who he is. And the worst part about it is that it doesn't make you any less eager to see him.

Jeff will ignore you for hours, maybe even days whenever he feels like it. During this time, the only attention you receive from him being his cold stares when you speak to him.

But he can be affectionate, although he shows he cares for you in unusual ways. Sometimes he will break and end up lying on your lap, crying. Begging you to forgive him. Sometimes he grabs you by the jaw or throat and kisses you hard. Sometimes he holds you and refuses to let go...

He's just sick in the head lol that's it.

#Jeff the killer #creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #drabble #creepypasta jtk #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack #ben drowned #marble hornets

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theeyoungalabastor · 7 months

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I know Tim and Brian aren't apart of the Creepypasta universe but it feels wrong not to add them.

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slythepuffle · 2 months

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Pastaverse Drabbles

The Pastaverse Drabbles are random headcanons or world-building lore I've made for my version of the Creepypasta universe. Other fandoms I'm in will also get similar types of blurbs. This blurb contains the various groups and classifications of characters that I tend to use in my stories. This is a Part 1, with the Operators and their Proxy. Part 2 will be the Neutral Pastas.

Slendor's Manor- Operator: Slenderman Proxies:

Heather Marshall (Rouge)

Kate Milens-Hayes (Kate the Chaser)

Timothy 'Tim' Wright (Masky)

Brian Thomas (Hoodie)

Toby Erin Rodgers (Ticci Toby)

Luna Nightingvale (The Witch - Personal OC)

Jeffery Alan Woods (Jeff the Killer)

Benjamin Lawman (BEN Drowned)

Jack Nichols (Eyeless Jack)

Laughing Jack

Lucille-Tiffany Greatfeild (Lulu)

Smile Dog

Splendor's Palace- Operator: Splendorman Proxies:

Sadie Marie Bennet (Suicide Sadie)

Sally Maryam Dawn (Sally)

Lazari Nathalie Swann (Lazari)

Other various children/guardian angel-esque/"good" creepypastas

Zalgo's Realm (Placeholder Name)- Operator: Zalgo Proxies:

Eloise Sarah Bellrose (Stripes)

Scarecrow Woman

Other Zalgospawn and/or demons

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calmcoldevening · 1 year

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Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ (Eyeless Jack x reader)

Don't wake me

'Cause I don't wanna leave this dream

Don't wake me

'Cause I never seem to stay asleep enough

When it's you I'm dreaming of

I don't wanna wake up

(Don't wake me — Skillet)

The night wind pleasantly caressed your heated skin. Everything shone in the gentle milky light of the moon. The leaves whispered an unobtrusive melody, calming your swarming thoughts. How good it was sometimes to forget and let go of all the thoughts and doubts of everyday life that torment you. Quiet and peaceful.

The man was here again. He's always been here. It was as if he was in eternal expectation of your return after every sunrise and until late at night. An eternal midnight friend and his own guard against nightmares. If you hadn't known about his presence in this place, you wouldn't have seen him at all: his dark clothes on his hunched body merged with the monotonous surrounding landscape.

Jack was sitting on the grass in the shade of dense trees. Whenever you found him here, the man, like a small inquisitive child, sat and absorbed the surrounding nature in all possible ways, excluding vision. The rustle of leaves, the murmur of insects, the distant howl of wild animals and the cool night air on his equally grave cold skin.

You slowly approached him, putting your palm on his tense shoulders, and sat down next to him.

«Hello.» You babble, smiling at the man.

Jack nods curtly. He knew you were here even before you spoke to him, after all, his inhuman hearing is doing its job. Every day your return was only a matter of time, and a man has long learned to determine this time by his internal clock, minute by minute. You look at him, admiring the supernaturally beautiful features: pursed lips, ashen skin, soft-looking hair. And the eyes. Or rather, their absence. Deep black eye sockets with black tears running down the cheeks, like a beautiful night sky with thousands of twinkling stars. Looking at them, you were once again convinced that people were wrong about him. Jack is not a monster, he's just a lonely man. Besides, he is devilishly handsome, except for his negligence in relation to his own appearance.

«You'll burn a hole in me, bunny.»

You giggle softly. Only Jack always managed to say something threatening with such an even, calm voice, as if he was saying something painfully obvious.

Your happy laugh causes a warm pulling feeling in a man's chest. His lips curve into a slight, uncertain smile. Your presence has always made Jack feel strange, but not unpleasant. Every time you came back, his current existence made sense again, as if he was becoming human again, normal.

You met not so long ago— about a few months ago — but it seemed that you had known each other for ages. Although, probably, it was, because you knew this character, your favorite character, like the back of your hand. And yet to see him like this, in person, sitting in front of you, was something out of a series of fiction, which you were undoubtedly very happy about.

You rest your head on his shoulder, gazing at the sky. His noisy breathing echoes in your ears while you enjoy the movement of his rhythmically heaving chest.

After relaxing, you start telling Jack about how your day went, fingering your own fingers. Even if it is not visible behind the mask, the man listens attentively to you, watching your every word. It seems that he is really interested in learning a lot more about you, even if it means listening to a lot of repetitive stories from your daily life or childhood.

«Sometimes I don't wanna wake up so much. I wanna stay here. Forever...» You smile sadly. Jack puts his arm around you, as if comforting you. He often did this when he didn't know what to answer. After all, it's hard enough for him to understand other people's emotions. But you. I wanted to understand you. To help, comfort and support.

"Then I could be with you forever. It would be funny.»

«I'm always with you. You know it very well. Your life may not be easy, but that's no reason to want it to stop. The time will come, and we will meet, bunny. In your life.»

The man pulls you closer to him, sitting you on his knees, and puts his chin on the top of your head. His skin is cold, but in his arms it is always so warm and calm, as if it is the safest place in the world. Jack gently strokes your side, a dull purr escapes from his chest.

«Promise?»

«Yes.»

You happily close your eyes, starting to fall asleep. Jack is humming softly to himself, you can't make out the words, but the pleasant mumbling calms you down. A short yawn escapes from his chest, and the man presses you closer to his larger body.

You can stay here as long as you want. He will always be there to ward off monsters. All you have to do is ask him about it.

Well, yeah I completely changed him... Here he isn't a killer, but he is your comfy pretty bf for cuddles and kisses)) I just wanted to show Jack in my dreams~

#fanfic #drabble #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you

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anoncausewhynot · 2 years

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The five love languages with: Eyeless Jack

Words of affirmation

When Jack sees you failing or giving up on something he’ll usually gently pat you on the back and give you a little thumbs up, he’ll tell you how much he believes in you and knows you can do it. If he can, he’ll help out in any way possible but if it’s something he feel you have to do yourself just be prepared for him to cheer you on

He doesn’t exactly say outright that he loves you most of the time, instead he’ll show it through little actions he does. But once in a while everyone needs to know that they’re loved, and Jack will definitely be there for you when that happens.

Acts of service

Jack really likes cooking, it’s one of the few hobbies that he actually sticks to. He likes to cook you dinner at least once a week and sit down with you at a candle lit table. Just talking <3

Occasionally he’ll make your bed for you and leave a cute little note on your pillow.

Receiving gifts

He has a bit of an artistic side to him, not one he likes to show often but he definitely has it. Once he feels close enough to you he’ll slip little doodles he’s drawn of you under your door like you’re in prison or something. These are usually simplistic doodles but still cute.

Jack sometimes finds watches and jewelry on the body of his victims so if he finds something he thinks you’ll like he brings it to you. He went a bit too far when he tried giving you a blood covered shirt though.

Quality time

He’s incredibly busy, he is the medic of the mansion after all. The only free time he has is late at night when most people are sleeping. And by the time he goes to bed next to you he usually collapses. But some nights when he doesn’t feel as tired he starts to feel guilty about not being with you a lot.

This usually ends with Jack trapping you in a cuddle and deciding to never let you go again. Once in a while he will have a free day and during those days he’ll assist you with shopping or go to the park with you.

He used to be nervous about his appearance and people seeing him in public but he doesn’t mind as much now that he’s with you.

Physical touch

Doesn’t like PDA at all, might even flinch if you try to kiss him in public. Jack likes to keep a very formal demenior and he feels weird showing affection in public.

Don’t worry it’s nothing wrong with you, he’s like this with everyone.

In private he’s very touchy though, he’ll hold you tightly and kiss you cheek while listening to you talk about your day. He’s not the biggest fan of cuddling and what he does isn’t really even considered cuddling. It’s basically him just wrapping his body around you and snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

Hello! Just wanted to stop by and let you know if you want to suggest anything Writing requests are open! So feel free to stop by anytime :)

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack #writing requests #fic writing #requests open #drabble #eyeless jack x y/n #eyeless jack x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader

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iicarused · 2 months

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demons do not deserve human love

eyeless jack x reader

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

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

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

So he had to steal yours.

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

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

Their hearts do not beat the same way as yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reality struck when you heard him whisper.

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

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

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

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

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 8 months

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❝ just wanna be one of your toys, tonight❞

creepypasta x incubus!reader | drabble, how you meet, general dating headcanons | graphic descriptions of violence, descriptions of nsfw/smut | not proofread

warnings: yandere tendencies, unhealthy relationship habits but it's okay because everyone in this fic is unhinged, cannibalism with a sexual context, piquerism/knife kink, tentacles, teratophilia, pheromones used by r!, canon violence, LJ's section alludes to r! mutilating a p*de,Slenderman controls r!s food intake (?), guys this is kind of messed up pls

Eyeless Jack | Jeff The Killer | Laughing Jack | Slenderman | Toby Rogers

req: OMG. creepypasta fics. i love them. can you uhmmm. can you write headcanons for an incubus reader. with like eyeless jack, toby, masky and hoodie? ignore this if you dont do that sorta stuff im just jumping on a request train rn ghnjgjkejnjngf

authors note: unfortunately, I'm not super informed about the Marble Hornet boys so I did not include them ;'3 Also I did want to do the typical sexy incubi reader but then I didn't so enjoy demonic, somewhat feral, reader and his equally as fucked up lovers

Eyeless Jack —

There was silence when you first laid your eyes on him. As you're both demons who preyed on humans, it was akin to throwing two hungry wolves into a fighting ring.

Your prey, emphasis on yours, had been yours for damn near a week. You've been sneaking into their dreams, draining them of slivers of their essence by bringing them to climax in their wildest dreams. They would grin brightly the first few times but as the week progressed, they began realizing how exhausted they felt and those sexy wet dreams suddenly felt more morbid than exciting.

So your lips curl as you hunch over their head and bare your mouth full of fangs. Your hiss sounds like nails on a chalkboard and your jaw unhinging more than humanely possible as your forked tongue drips with viscous liquid. Jack steps back, his scalpel glinting in the moonlight as he returns the hiss with a gravelly snarl.

Oh, people think of "Sex on Legs" of a man when they imagine an incubus. That's the aim of your pheromones and magic after all. Everyone's ideal of a masculine body is what you morph into. Muscular, fat, hairy, clean-shaven, short or tall; whatever their genitals desire is what you distort their brain into seeing.

Your true form was a whole other story. You were a demon. It didn't matter if you were once human or if you were born in Hell itself. You were different now.

"They are mine," Your lips twitch and curl with every syllable. Fingers digging deeper into the skull of your prey. You don't know this demon's name and you're unsure of how strong he truly is but you dig your heels into the ground.

Jack pauses. His growling ceases as he loosens and tightens his grip on his scalpel.

He's had his run-ins with others "like" him. Eldritch beings, proxies of eldritch beings, and such others. However, incubi was new for him. He half-expected a stout creature with leathery wings and horns like those illustrations in the yellow pages of demonology books.

"...What do you need from them?" He wants to bargain. He doesn't have to but he does anyway. Partly from curiosity and partly from his own hunger...for you.

He wonders what you taste like. Jack wouldn't admit it then but he licked his needle-sharp fangs at the thought of your flesh in his mouth and your blood flowing down his throat like the most decadent wine.

"Soul," you answer as a sickening crunch resounds through the room just as your index finger burrows deeper, "Their brain, need".

"Good, I don't need that." Jack points the sharp end of his scalpel to his stomach. "Here, everything I need is here," he then aims his weapon at you with a loose grip; "Share, yes?"

Your lips hide your fangs and you tilt your head, swaying your head as you try to weigh the options. Other demons could be rather tricky. Sharing wasn't in most of their vocabulary. However, this one was...different.

"Share, yes".

That is how the two of you met. His masked visage and the tar-like substance that escapes from his humanoid eye sockets intrigue you. You had watched him cut open your prey with medical precision so he could carefully remove the organ he craved.

"Name is...?" Jack's pointed ears twitch from beneath his hoodie. He turns his head towards yours and if he were human he might have flinched from the way your nose brushes the bump of his mask. But he isn't, so he doesn't.

"Jack. My name is Jack," he brings one leathery hand to rest upon your cheek. It stains your skin and Jack's thumb rests precariously close to your lower lash line. The silence is a prompt for you to continue and you whisper your name, chewing on your lower lip after which makes Jack scoff in mild amusement.

Your relationship initially begins due to Jack's desire. He craves you in such a visceral way he doesn't know what to do with it anymore. It pains him that he doesn't sleep because he is certain that the number of times he's unravelled at the thought of you should already beckon you into his brain. But Jack isn't a human.

He's a demon. So, he decides to use victims to lure you. He wasn't sure how to go on about it at first but after tilting his head down at the moaning woman writhing in her bed, whispering your name, he takes her to his home.

When you visit your prey's dreams it's plagued with images of the eyeless demon and once you manifest into thin air he wastes no time pinning you to the wall with his inhuman strength.

"Jack!" you snarl in alarm and he releases you, smiling. His blue mask was placed elsewhere, instead, he hid his eyes behind tattered bandages. His teeth were so sharp you felt yourself tense.

You become something akin to a pet. Jack learns how to keep you captive in his home, locked behind bars and ancient runes written in blood. Despite the lack of freedom, you couldn't say he doesn't spoil you.

He brings you his victims. Dazed from whatever supernatural effect he has and sore from his impromptu surgery. They always scramble in alarm, panicked and disorientated before they spot you.

Then, Jack relishes in your vicious lunges. Watches from the outside as you crush their skulls open to fill your stomach.

When he eventually makes you trust him enough (Stockholm Syndrome is one beautiful side effect) he brings you to hunts with him. You're the shadow that hangs upside down from the ceiling when his victims wake up and shake, paralyzed as Jack digs through their layers of skin, muscles and fat. Your grin is hauntingly ethereal and inhuman as you lean down to kiss their trembling lips.

Jack wonders if you smell his desire. You do. But it's normal. Your pheromones were meant to attract sexual partners after all but your gaze does linger on Jack the more the scent of charred earth burns whenever you're pressed to his back.

"Teasing me?" He would mutter. Silence would be his reply and all he'd feel is your supple skin brushing on his ashen grey skin, nosing insistently to his neck. "I know you can talk (Y/N)" his needle and thread continue threading through the patchwork of skin.

"Why won't you touch me?" that makes him freeze. Jack had thought about it. Every time he saw you kiss your victims, or rip them to shreds. You were fire dancing in the wind and Jack can't justify his need to own you but he doesn't care.

"Because if I touch you, I won't be able to stop"

"Who said I'd want you to stop?"

Jack tugs on the blood-soaked thread. It glints in the harsh lighting of his desk lamp, briefly looking like a sliver of light.

"I'll sink my teeth into you, tear you apart and consume you".

His head turns as you grab his chin. His bandages tugged away and you chuckled as you saw the ugly gored-out holes. He hasn't told you the whole story but you know what scars he did have were all human-made.

"You can take my flesh if you want, Jack".

The thread snaps.

Jack belatedly realises that since you were not human either, your resistance to pain was just as crazy as your regenerative abilities. He takes you in a way that feels genuinely primal. Two animals going at it, blood smeared along the floors and walls while claws and fangs puncture into flesh.

You two give sex a whole new meaning. Jack finishes inside of you as he laps up at the gash on your neck, groaning as his dexterous tongues (yes, tongues) feel your pulsing veins dancing on them. You encourage his ferocity with saccharine sweet calls of his name.

Sometimes, as silly as it sounds, you make him feel human again. He swears the shrivelled thing in his dusty ribcage beats thunderously whenever you dig your fingers into the back of his thighs.

You were a never-ending feast. A banquet he will never tire from. The cell he kept you in wasn't in use anymore but he swears if you ever even think of going away from his side he would keep you in there until the sun exploded.

There'll eventually be a balance in your relationship. Once you gain his trust, you might as well carve out his insides to nestle between his blackened bones and allow his tar-like blood to keep you warm. He'll do whatever it takes to ensure no one, human or non-human, will keep you apart.

He thinks it is absolutely healthy if you return the sentiment.

Jack doesn't stray from you. He is devoted. The type of person to ensure you're always full, from his essence or from others, he will provide whatever you need.

Close-promixity. He doesn't have to be touching you, just wants you near.

Will bite you. Hard. Not in a cute nibbling way. Legitimately bites you to sustain himself and thinks it's romantic that you're inside of him.

He is more human than you at times. He enjoys human comforts. The internet, a bed, a shower. He doesn't need it, you're both demons after all. But they're a luxury that he treasures.

If "others" wander into your territory, Jack's growls turn spine-chilling. A chittering, gravelly, snarl that heightens in volume as he curls his lips. He'll unmask, scalpel forgotten as veins bulge into the back of his hands and his footsteps suddenly get heavier. The one time someone had stumbled on you while you were feeding, you swore you saw wisps of black smoke smoulder from Jack's skin and the faint sound of fire crackling.

Miiight be the most protective one of the bunch.

You having sex with your prey does not bother Jack. Your sex with him is much more solidifying, oath-binding and skin-scarring. Besides, he knows you need actual souls to be sustained.

Jack's not sure how long he will be "alive" but if he's dying you're coming with him, (Y/N). He would burn the world down for you but death won't keep you apart.

Jeffery Woods, Jeff the Killer —

"What. The. Fuck?" Jeff's damaged facial muscles could barely twitch or tug on his cheeks due to his insane self-mutilation, however, he manages to furrow his brows hard enough that he feels his cheekbones spasm as they attempt to frown.

The married couple he had been stalking laid dead on their mahogany bed and there was some sort of freak over them.

Your eyes were almost as wide as his as you slip three of your fingers into your bloody mouth, sucking them clean with an obscene sigh of satisfaction.

"Too...late," Jeff's "nose" burns as he surges forward. His boots track mud and water across the bedroom and your grin is maniacal as he unsheathes his hunting knife from his hip.

"You fucking bitch!"

Truth be told, you spotted Jeff during one of your nightly visits to the husband's dreams. His white outfit contrasts so sharply in the dark it almost seems haughty. A little "look at me"-sy if you could put it into words.

Jeff brandishes his hunting knife and you twist out of the way to instead latch onto the ceiling. His bloodshot eyes earn a pleasant shiver that spreads warmth to the thing between your crotch.

He was goddamn grotesque. Skin leathery, eyes so painfully dry and irritated it rimmed red and that cut-up smile? His yellow teeth and red gums are splashes of colour since they're no longer hidden by his cheeks. His jet-black hair whips furiously against his face as one hand reaches up to grab your ankle.

Your yell is more of a screech and Jeff wrestles you on the body of the wife. Her bones and nipple piercings dig into your back as Jeff digs his knife into your shoulder.

"They were fucking mine! You goddamn cunt! Stupid little bitch!" he's more robust than a regular human. Then again, a regular human would've died from his "cosmetic" surgeries a while ago.

You can still his heartbeat in his chest though. Slow but there.

He pulls the knife out and you exclaim once he stabs you once again. The toothy edge of the blade was meant to inflict pain every time he pulled out and Jeff's cheeks lifted into a gleeful expression as he watched you writhe in pain.

But then.

"Mom?" Jeff locks up. You turn your head to the shadow under the door but Jeff puts the knife to your eye and your snarling lowers into a hissing.

Jeff does not hurt kids. The way he stares down at you with stormy grey blues shows that though he has no idea how to slaughter you he will try to if you even think of laying a hand on her. Much to his relief, you close your eyes and go lax.

You don't hurt kids either.

"Momma?" The doorknob shakes and Jeff knows the kid probably smells iron but the two of you are as rigid as the corpses on the bed.

"Did you need something, Kavi?" The voice that comes out your lips isn't yours, it's the father's and Jeff only loosens his grip from surprise. Kavi's feet shuffle nervously and whatever stuffy she's holding squeaks lightly in pressure. "I heard noises...screaming" She hears the smile in your voice as you tell her to go back to bed.

"But-"

"Go to sleep, Kavi" This time it's a command and Kavi's shadow straightens up before her footsteps fade away.

Jeff's breathing had slowed throughout the interaction. He's good at being quiet when he needs to be. Not so flashy when the situation calls for it. A soft spot for children. How noble.

He presses on your chest with the heel of his palm but then gets up and sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. You turn onto your stomach, pushing the husband onto the floor as you watch Jeff glare at you with contempt as he paces.

"I've been watching them", Your eye roll makes him grunt. "I know, I saw. But, he's mine" He huffs at the sight of the twitching body on the floor. "Could've left me the wife, asshole" Jeff follows the trail of blood down your chest and stomach before ripping his eyes away as you pluck her eyes out to pop into your mouth.

Jeff swears he's never been harder.

"I was hungry".

Your grin like the cat that got the cream when Jeff rushes towards you and grabs the column of your neck to push you down.

For a guy who hasn't gotten laid, ever, he sure knew what to do. You helped, obviously. When Jeff's fingers tremble and hover you would goad him to do better, huff that you're getting bored and he needs to fuck your hole/s with more passion. That'd get that freak going.

He sure was in love with his knives too. Obsessed with the way you shiver and shudder every time the blade cuts into your skin or when he digs the tip of it in and you arch into the edge.

Jeff thinks his first time suits him. His life is fucked up in all sorts of ways so of course, his first time was with a demon. He remembers you bouncing on his lap, eyes glowing as you squeeze his dick and moan his name before he saw white.

When he wakes up, he shoots up straight and throws the rag away from his face. The bodies are stiff now and Kavi's older sister is pulling into the driveway. He wears his clothes and isn't quiet about it as he hears Kavi crying about nightmares while she rushes out.

Jeff's DNA being all-over the crime scene is something he does not give a shit about. What are the police going to do? Arrest a dead man? Hah! They'd need to catch him first and he's been dodging them since he was 13 years old and he's 24 now. They're shit at their job.

That one night spirals into Jeff fucking into his fists for a week straight. Unable to properly think without your whispers breezing past his ears in the wind. He's already insane but you've turned the broken notch higher.

Thankfully for him, you're just as hopeless. He isn't quite sure how long you've been stalking him but when he finally senses eyes on him he's excited because he knows it's you.

Your relationship is physical at first. Love isn't quite in either of your vocabulary but this relationship turns something close to it. He whispers your name in the wind and then he feels your weight on his back as your arms materialize from thin air and squeeze him.

"What do you need, executioner?" Jeff snorts at the title, shrugging you away as he unbuckles his belt and pushes the hanging body as he passes it. Jeff sits on the desk and pats his thighs.

"The fuck kind of name is that?" You cage him between your arms and lean in to lick the scratches near his eye.

"You don't like it?"

"I ain't no one's fucking executioner"

You roll your eyes and he clicks his tongue at it. "The fuck's that for?" You're still not sure what the fuck Jeff is, for all intents and purposes he's just something in limbo. Dead but not quite. Alive but not quite. But his ego is still that of a man and you're in your own purgatory as you decide if you enjoy it or not.

When Jeff realises he does care for you, it's a strange time for him. He won't ask if you've eaten or if you're hurt because suddenly he knows just from a glance. It's frightening to him. He doesn't call for you for a long time and he grits his teeth as you don't come for him either.

Stuck in-between again. He's relieved but he's angry. He's furious but sad. Are you alright? Do you hate him? Do you not care for him? How dare you!? But, also, great! He doesn't have time to be anything more! But how dare you? Do you not realise how much he cares about you!?

When Jeff finds out it's because some idiots in a cult managed to trap you?

He feels numb as he prepares to absolutely destroy them. With a one-track mind, he kicks open the doors of their stupid, dilapidated doors and lays waste on whoever isn't you. He burns their church down. His senses only rush back towards him when he has you in his arms.

That night, he's tender and sweet. It disturbs you a bit but you preen under his hands as he watches you heal your wounds in your own demonic ways.

"You came for me"

"...I'm your executioner, aren't I?"

Don't expect labels from Jeff but he does expect commitment to an extent. He won't be angry if you fuck around but he will fuck you harder if you mention that flesh bag being good.

He's bad at talking but once you manage to pry his mouth open he can be insightful about certain things. He's an observant man just so fucking egotistical.

You are his and he's yours but don't mention it too many times, he can get spooked. Did you expect stability from Jeff? Good, because you aren't getting it.

He wants you to participate in his kills. It's a great bonding activity! He is glad he has you as his buddy/lover. At least one person in this hell-forsaken world cares for him.

This does mean he can get a bit clingy at times, maybe even bordering on obsessed, but he doesn't give a shit. Even if you are a demon from hell, Jeff will find a way to find you.

Carved his name into you. No questions about it.

It will take years before he even says anything close to an "I love you" but he says in his own ways. He's tightlipped about you when his enemies catch up to him and if he feels that you're even a bit threatened he will fight tooth and nail until you're safe.

Jeff knows he's the last person that deserves a wish to be granted but he squeezes you tighter in his arms when he thinks of growing older. He's scared of dying, always has been, but the thought of leaving you alone/being without you? It terrifies him.

When his hair starts getting more salt and peppery he gets quite grumpy every time you mention it. He does soften when he notices you "ageing" as well - he knows you aren't and it's just your shapeshifting but he swears he'll do anything to stay by your side for as long as he can.

Laughing Jack —

Oh, he was familiar with your kind. Laughing Jack mainly targets families but he's been terrorizing the world since the 1800's, he knows the vices of men. He shoos them away (which is a nice way of saying he disembowels them if they get territorial over their prey).

What he didn't expect was to see you panting raggedly with your chin dripping with blood and pieces of what once was a man under your claws.

Laughing Jack's eyes shoot towards the child he had been "befriending". He knew he was suffering and Laughing Jack truly did not care — he wanted to have fun mutilating the entirety of his family and was only here because he wanted to visit his "friend".

The hair on the back of your neck pricks and your jaw unhinges as your eyes land on the lanky being.

You know of him too. This entity that was once brought to earth to help a lonely child turned into a demonic entity that relished in the pain of humans.

You're also aware he has an affinity to target children to bring back to his circus of horrors under the guise of "saving them" and even though you're a creature of hell, you stand in front of the cowering boy with your teeth on display.

"This is new", Laughing Jack giggles out. His claws curled in front of his mouth as he stalked forward. Oh, he knows why little Carl wanted to run away from home. His mother did a shit job at protecting him from his drunk stepfather and Jack was going to do just that.

He was going to let Carl run away. Never said Carl would be alive when he did. But Carl never asked.

"Usually you whores are busy with the adults, not the kids". The very implications of what he said have you snapping your teeth. He raises his hands in faux surrender with a mocking grin.

"Gone soft? Who were you here for?"

Your lips twitch and Jack pauses just as he's about to step out of the shadows. Carl's weeping and sniffling echoed in the room. Jack's plastered smile turns sour as seconds tick by.

You know better than to anger him. So you will yourself to speak: "His mother". Jack bounces back like nothing had happened and gleefully strides over into the light.

"J-Jack? Jack!" "Carl!" Your hand shoots out to grab at the boy but he rushes into Jack's claws and sobs freely into his chest as Jack shushes and cradles him. Jack gingerly plucks the stretched-out shirt back over Carl's shoulder and rubs his back.

"Then you can go!" Jack cheers as he cradles Carl. "Go, go! Go and get that bitch of a woman!" You march up to him and grow taller tower over him. Jack's neck cranes to meet your eyes and he swears his neck creaks. He's never had to look up at anyone before.

"The boy isn't yours!" Jack's claws envelope Carl's head as the boy covers his ears. "Protective? Your kind usually has a one-track mind, never known demons to have sympathy", Jack's eyes squish into crescent moons.

"Have you gone soft, demon?"

Carl isn't sure what happens next. He just knows that when he wakes up the next day, he isn't scared and his mom isn't there. Instead, there's you. He isn't scared of you, he trusts you and he knows that you're his older brother.

He goes to school with you by his side and when he comes back, you've made food for him. Carl doesn't know where all the money comes from or why there are foggy memories of horror when he stares into space but your voice always snaps him back to reality.

Carl doesn't know where you go off to at night but he knows he isn't scared because Laughing Jack always pops up in the house.

Carl doesn't know how lucky he is, not really, but as he grows old he does feel gratitude. He doesn't know nor care why you're not his brother on papers or that his mom isn't in the picture. He knows he loves you though.

And he likes Laughing Jack too. Even if he's scary sometimes.

"Honey! You're home!" You glare at Jack as you step into the kitchen, wiping blood from your chin as you shed your jacket and your human skin. Jack looks comically out of place. He waits for you to shed before he gathers you in his arms.

This arrangement was odd. Out of place. But you learned not to hate it. Maybe Laughing Jack was right, maybe you were getting soft but you were glad that Carl was safe. Even if you had to pretend to be his older brother and then deal with Laughing Jack at night.

He sways with you in the kitchen, humming an old tune and you groan as your shape settles. He grins as he runs his claws down your back then holds you firmly.

Jack wasn't interested in sex and you were okay with that. He just wants to hold you like this, an affection growing within him as he inhales your scent.

"Carl's at a sleepover, must be having fun", Jack twirls you and you allow it with a ghost of a smile. "If he was at my circus, the streamers would be intestines and the snacks! Oh, the snacks, (Y/N) Darling!" Your lips cover his and his brow raises as he returns the kiss.

"Carl's fine with regular streamers, Jack. He's human, let him remain as one", Jack's smile almost seems sincere as he looks up at you. "Speaking of humans, (Y/N) Dearest", Jack thwacks a roll of newspaper on your chest.

"Humans are getting scared of you, rabid incubus, and Carl's mysterious older brother isn't holding up! You need to scram", You sigh deeply as you pull away. Jack chases to cling to your back.

"He'll miss his friends"

"I'll bring them to my circus! He'll always see them whenever he wants!"

"You're not saying no", Jack purrs and cackles after you close your eyes and nod. He didn't really need permission but you appreciate him asking either way. Besides, he had a point! Carl could play with them whenever he wishes to so he won't be too sad.

Your relationship with Laughing Jack might be the most curious one out of everyone else. Carl made you more human than you'd like to admit and you made Laughing Jack more colourful (on the inside) than he'd ever tell.

He doesn't love Carl. Cares for, sure. He doesn't love you. But he wants your affections, that much he knows.

He brings you gifts, some of your real food, toys and all sorts. Even some for Carl because he knows you like it when he does it. Jack becomes a sort of family guardian. Anyone who tries to harm Carl doesn't just have you to worry about, Laughing Jack's looming over your shoulder too.

You share kisses, hugs and hand holdings if he's being annoying about it but both of you know Laughing Jack prefers not to go below the belt. He prefers that you seek physical pleasure elsewhere. He claps with glee every time you toss him the body, turning the corpse into a new throne or cake or whatever he wishes.

When Carl grows old and moves out, he knows that the porch light will always be on for him. He knows his "older brother" isn't human but he doesn't care. He also knows Laughing Jack isn't just his imagination but he doesn't care. Carl knows you're family and that's all that matters.

You tend to the house at times but after Carl moves out, Jack all but whisks you away into his circus. The spirits of dead children crowd around you, sharing an affection towards you due to Laughing Jack's own emotions. You tolerate them enough but spend most of your time with your Jack.

Laughing Jack doesn't know if he'd die for you, he doesn't even know if he's able to die really, but he would slaughter millions if it meant that you'd be content.

"Do you love me, (Y/N) Darling?" Laughing Jack tickles your side, giggling as you swat his hands away. You turn to face him and he relaxes in your hold, minutely but you still feel the way his muscles unbind.

"Do you love me, Jack Dearest?" His eyes soften and you swear you see the way baby blue bleeds into the monotone grey.

"I do, I love you more than I'd like to admit".

Slenderman —

Your head tilted at the shape in the trees. The person beneath you twitched and rattled out a groan as they clung to the little bits of life they still had. A quick snatch and grab of more of their brains puts an end to it rather quickly.

Swivelling your head you gaze at the drawings on their walls. Among the illustrations of the forest views that they drew and the maps, you note the odd scribbles.

This prey had odd dreams at times. Some nights, you find yourself fighting against a force just to invade their thoughts but you think of it as nothing but their own will. Some humans had quite a resistance to your kind.

You squint at the marker drawings, getting up from the bed to walk closer. Plucking the note that peeked from under the map only to gasp as the map fell onto your feet. It revealed more deranged scribblings and your stomach twisted into knots as you realised what entity your prey had been hunted by.

Your breath shudders and you take a step back only to stiffen as a cold wind whispers up your spine.

"Forgive me!" You kneel, bowing your head as you stare at the wooden floors in fear. This being - it was the very thing that crawled out of Hell. It was older than most if not everything that roamed this earth and you had taken its prey.

The crackling of trees makes tears brim your eyes. It sounds thunderous and it only grows louder. You force your eyes shut as the branches drag along the glass windows and you plead under your breath as you feel Him getting closer and closer.

When he speaks, your brain feels as though it's being pulled apart. Was this punishment from your past victims? You're struggling to understand what he says but his voice soothes into something tangible.

"Wha...What?" You lift your head and turn to face the empty, open, window.

"Come".

Slenderman was intimidating even for an incubus like yourself. As he towers over you, you feel your prey climb up out of your throat. But then, then, his spindly fingers stroke the side of your face.

"Please me, incubus", his tendrils sway in the wind and they lower and slither through the dead leaves to curl around your ankles and thighs.

His "suit" pulses and throbs, particularly between his legs and you see the slit glistening with wetness, white cockheads poking out.

Oh.

Well. Who were you to say no?

Slenderman doesn't speak in a language familiar to humans, it brings some semblance of comfort to you; his words and expressions are more archaic but it's undoubtedly the language of hellish creatures like yourselves.

His cocks are just as inhuman and long as everything else about him and those tendrils that sprout from his back? Oh, they make the best restraints. The barely there scales on them shudder every time he's close to an orgasm and since they're so close to you, the rattling of it makes you whimper in pleasure.

Slenderman allows you to go but he keeps his eyes on you.

The way you kill and tear into humans, the pleasure you take in it - you're nothing but an incubus but Slenderman wants you.

And like his other "toys" he is merciless in making you just his.

You're not allowed to hunt anyone other than the ones he tells you to. Not allowed to even think of craving anyone. You're his incubus and his alone.

Who are you to say no?

It wasn't all that bad. Sometimes, he would push the limits of your hunger if he wanted to "test" the prey but you were obedient to his whims.

Sometimes, he'd crawl into your mind to truly see if you were all his and though painful and vomit-inducing the rewards after were enough to make it worth it.

After all, compared to the rest of his toys, you were the most pampered.

"Master", a purring noise is all around you but with your sight taken from you (a feat that only a few beings could do). The only thing you can do to locate Slenderman is through touch. But the thing is, he's touching you every-fucking-where.

You were suspended in the air, legs spread with tendrils and arms bound to your back as your cloudy eyes stared aimlessly at the night sky.

"Patience, incubus"

Love is hard to pinpoint in this relationship. It's more of an endearment. His feelings for you were the same feeling as someone would feel towards a dog. If you disobeyed and bit him, he'd put you down no question - that much you knew.

He doesn't mind when you kill other incubus or succubi though. Not that he seeks them with the same intent he had with you, he is a bit addicted to you, he seeks them with the intent to make you jealous.

He knows you had feelings for him. Depends on him. His word was law.

He likes seeing his dog get jealous. He doesn't assist in your fights with the other demon, you have to be the strongest to be his and so he merely watches and rewards you once you win.

The one time you lost though? Oh, he was so disappointed, (Y/N). The incubus stood over you, clutching the stump of an arm as he hisses at you. You know he is about to rip your throat and you kick your legs as he kneels over you.

He grabs your chin and forces your head to be tilted up, exposing your neck. You were going to die, you were going to die!

"You're pathetic, pet", the incubus over you chokes, blood spurting out from the hole in his chest before he all but crumbles into dust. One of your eyes is swollen shut, bruised and bleeding all over and Slenderman cradles you in his arms as he helps you stand.

"I'm sorry, Master" Your tears are wiped away. His tendrils lift you into the air and close to his chest as you weep.

"You'd be dead without me, pet. Completely useless".

Toby Erin Rogers —

"...Get out of the fucking way" Toby had the coldest eyes you've ever seen. He had been tasked to kill the man whose skull was being split open by your hands.

He must think Toby was here to save him because he swipes a hand towards him, groaning desperately as his eyes shake. Toby's nose scrunches up in distaste. The man looked like a goddamn pug. His eyes bulged out and gaping his mouth like a dead fish.

"He's my kill". You furrow your brows as you stubbornly dig your thumbs deeper into the crack of his skull.

"Oops".

Toby throws a hatchet and it slices through your shoulder, pinning you to the wall from the strength he used. You claw at the handle, kicking your feet to try and push yourself from the wall but Toby simply ignores you to slash the man's throat with with his other hatchet.

"You asshole! He's mine!" Your thrashing makes him grunt as he slams his hand on your other shoulder. He grabs the hilt of his weapon and squints his eyes at you.

"S-Shut the fuck up, cunt. You can still eat the bitch, shithead", Toby isn't nice about tugging his weapon out. His brows furrowed at the sight of your torn flesh.

Toby has seen it all. After meeting a monochrome clown and a burned woman with a mask hunting for a guy named Jeff, among other creatures, Toby is unphased at the sight of a demon.

This means the already cold, unfeeling, man was not at all impressed. His eyes wander to your chest and your legs but scoffs as he cleans the edge of his hatchet on his sleeves.

"You asshole!" Toby waves his hand nonchalantly as he retreats. His plan is foiled as you latch onto his back, teeth sinking through his clothes and into the protective pads. Reaching back, his gloved hands grasp onto you to throw you across the room. The desk lamp shatters onto the floor as you lay out on the surface.

Toby rolls both his shoulders, sniffing in annoyance as he picks at the deep marks on the plastic of his protective wear. "Shit, your teeth suh-suh-sunk...through" his eyes glower as you peel yourself from the office table.

"Now, you're just ask, asking for it".

After that rough night, you stayed away from ever-crossing paths with Slenderman and his stupid proxies. Even with your supernatural regenerative healing, he slashed so deep at one point you're certain he had his hatchets go through you.

Your body ached for days. Not in a sexy way.

Toby, however, found it hard to get you out of his head. He knows an incubus' pheromones linger when they experience intense emotions and subsequently, so do its effects. But after 2 months of aching for you, he has had enough.

He takes a while to track you down. He's only human at the end of the day but when he finds your prey he reenacts the first time you met.

"You," venom was dripping from your words as you hissed at him but Toby simply raised from the armchair in the corner. The office of the poor psychotherapist you hunted reminded him of his childhood so he gladly focuses on your figure to focus.

He pays close attention to the way you get into the defensive, climbing the desk to put distance as you show him your fangs.

"I've got a pro, proposition for you" Toby walks towards the closet and to your surprise, your prey is tied up like a goddamn turkey. He falls flat on his face, breaking his nose, and squirms as muffled pleas come from him.

"You don't have to waste days making your prey succumb to you. I'll wrap them up...luh-like a fuuucking present and...you can munch on 'em"

"...In exchange?" You can't tell if he's smiling. But you hear it in his voice as he says:

"Fuck me".

For Toby, you provide relief and comfort. The beginning of the relationship was tough waters to navigate through, mainly for you. Despite providing you with food when he craves some physical intimacy, Toby is one scary motherfucker to be bare of clothes with.

It's a feat considering who was the demon in the relationship here.

Toby keeps his mouthguard on. For a whole 2 years, he never once took it off. By the time he does though? His eyes are closed and he's muttering for something to leave him alone. His anxiety crept up on him as he stared at the popcorn ceiling of the motel he had chosen for that night.

"Toby" his hand trembles and not because you're deep inside of him. His scarred chest falls and raises in rapid motions and you're aware that he needs to breathe. So, despite his heart-clenching whimpers you tear his hands away from his face to pull his mouthguard off.

"No!" Toby tries to cover the scar on his cheek. You shush him and pull out, carefully arranging your limbs so he can wrap his arms around you.

That night ended sourly. He shoves you away and dresses in a rush.

When he reaches out for you again, you don't pry. You've grown soft for the man but know he isn't exactly the touchy-feely type. Toby wonders if you're thinking of his face as he plows into you and his thoughts are so loud he has the audacity to grow flaccid.

As an incubus? That was a first for you.

"...Ugly mug, huh?" You eye him as you suckle on his cockhead. Now? He was going to talk about that night, now? Okay. Sure.

"No, I like your face" Toby grunts, clearly not believing you. "Just sayin' that 'cuz my dicks in your face". Well, at least he is aware of the timing too.

He exclaims as you push him down on the bed and straddle him.

"I like your stupid face, Toby. I like your stupid fucking voice, your body, your sarcasm and your shitty personality. Is that so hard to believe?"

This relationship turns warmer after this night. He throws extra snacks your way and he appreciates it when you help him with stitching himself up from his "assignments".

When his paranoia and anxiety get the best of him, he finds it...nice...that he doesn't have to ice out his emotions anymore. He feels so human.

Toby is aware you're fully capable of handling your own affairs and so, he doesn't interfere. He's terrified of the Slenderman and even growing slightly curious about you too. It's a tough balance for Toby - it's not like Slenderman cares about work-life-balance.

So, don't expect to spend cosy days spent together somewhere sweet. Your version of date nights will be following him along on his missions or him watching you hunt and then spending hours together in the victim's home.

It brings Toby comfort. You're not human but the way you move through the house with him, it reminds him of simpler times; a past he no longer remembers but knows he cherishes. He thinks about the two of them being a domestic couple a lot.

"Remembering?" Toby says nothing as he kisses the nape of your neck. The two of you had washed up in the shower and the victims were neatly displayed in the living room with symbols all over the room. You two had all night to just...be.

"Never got muh-my memories back then, not...gonna get 'em now" He pulls away to grab the bottle of wine from you. When he settles on the office couch, you drop onto his lap with a plate of sandwiches.

He groans as you teasingly try to feed him but soon relents. He feels a bit ashamed as he struggles to eat "normally" with the open gash on his cheek but as he peeks at your expression he sees nothing but love.

So, Toby squeezes you closer and you say nothing as he allows you to care for him.

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