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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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What its like kissing the creepypasta characters

excluding the characters that im not comfy writing romantic for, for obvious reasons similar to the hugging post this is more so a rating thing instead of actual scenarios! honestly in love with these kinds of posts so im formally asking you guys to give me ideas in this vein because i love making hcs in this format/for general stuff eheheheh

SLENDERMAN:

if youve been on this blog for a while, you would know that i love when characters who dont have mouths/have nontraditional mouths nuzzle and press their face into yours. and i still love the idea, especially with slenderman ! the first time he 'kisses' you its probably the first time hes kissed ANYONE so the movement itself is probably a little... clunky... doesnt press too hard, actually i think he would struggle with the opposite. theyre gentle and fleeting, almost as if his inhuman strength and size would crush you if he let himself truly lean into it. i mean think about it, he hardly ever interacts with humans and when he does its for 'food', he has always only seen them as vulnerable and fragile. and whether malicious or not, he treats you as if youre made of glass. likes kissing the back of your hands too. 7/10, he gets bonus points since hes my fav + its the thought that counts

SPLENDORMAN:

very eager about showing you any level of affection, probably early in the relationship that he gets bold enough to kiss you. first kiss is probably more of a "in the moment" thing than "i planned this out and im going to ask" thing if that makes sense... similar to slenderman in regards that he presses his mouth to you, as i personally headcannon that his smile isnt exactly.. a real mouth, more so a false one. think like a layer of 'skin' covering his real one that he can rip out at any moment (same case for slenderman btw. same also apply to splendors eyes, more so markings than actual eyes). going back to his energy, hes very eager about it, might even lightly push you back with how much hes putting into it; he doesnt mean to, hes just so excited! likes cheek kisses and nuzzling your noses together 8/10

EYELESS JACK:

very wary about kissing you outside of those little pecks, for multiple factors. for one, his teeth. sharp teeth, he can accidentally cut you. other reason thats much darker, given that admin personally hcs that he goes into "frenzies" when hes hungry and reacts to blood like the sharks in finding nemo, if he accidentally cuts you when hes not.. well fed.. for lack of a better term... theres a risk there. REFUSES to kiss when he needs to go 'hunt' soon, not because he doesnt want you or your affection, but he doesnt want to take any risks. outside of that, he doesnt often seek out affection, so youre probably going to have to initiate it, unless hes feeling particularly clingy that day or jealous... hes very cold, please cup your hands on his face and warm him up. likes kissing your lips 6/10

LAUGHING JACK:

has to lean in at an angle in order to not poke you with his nose. has probably accidentally lightly scratched you with it when he got too excited. likes giving you forehead kisses for this reason because you can just angle your head down and he can go to town like that... sometimes leave lipstick marks on you.. if you personally hc that he can take off his makeup then please offer to fix it! hes going to be absolutely over the moon! likes wrapping his arms around you when he kisses you. does lots of kisses in quick succession rather than singular longer ones. probably wakes you up with kisses and greets you with kisses when you come home 8/10 i love him

MASKY/TIM:

nope, sorry. for masky hes not going to be taking off the mask around you at all. so if you want a kiss youre going to have to kiss the mask. though on rare occasions when youre alseep/half awake he will lift up his mask just enough to reveal his mouth and give you a kiss on your face. no particular place that he prefers to kiss you. though as said, its rare when he does this. in fact its not common for masky to seek out affection unless he feels more possessive of you than usual, be it because hes jealous or you are stress or you were just in a dangerous situation. 5/10, not much action but there is still care behind it

now as for tim... i think he would be more willing to give you kisses. probably gives you a quick one before you leave for work or something else, and greets you with one when you return home. thats a sweet thought, i think. more likely to give kisses during cuddle session, tends to kiss your cheek and neck (non sexually) while hes holding you to his chest. ponders. will give you a look if you mess with his sideburns and start giggling 6.5/10 love this man

HOODIE/BRIAN:

hoodie is a little more willing to lift up his mask around you, but only really up to the bottom of his nose. also has no preferred place to kiss you, but he seems to kiss your lips more than the other parts of you. sometimes his facial hair scratches against your skin and tickles. between him and brian i think hoodie is a little more blunt and serious about kissing. not to say hes not a little playful, love me some vaguely playful s/o hoodie hcs. probably picks you up off the ground too to 'trap' you, especially if youre fairly shorter than him (personally hc brian/hoodie is 6'') 7/10 love him

very similar to hoodie but i think he would be even more playful when it comes to you. leans into it when his facial hair starts tickling you, in fact i think it would devolve into him just tickling your sides. funny man. put him in the corner/j. like lj, he likes wrapping his arms around you when kissing you, this man is very into physical touch. will touch you any chance he gets; hand holding, cuddling, hugs, ect ect ect... sometimes starts smiling when you guys kiss so you have to give him a minute because he just has this huge grin on his face 8/10

PUPPETEER:

so you know how i said in the hugging post hes kind of a little shit? you know, literally basking in the fact that youre giving your time and self to him? i think that still applies here, maybe even more so since this is explicitly romantic. likes teasing you if you get flustered during your make out sessions, sometimes bombards you with kisses just to see your face redden... has probably leaned down and tapped his cheek as a silent yet teasing gesture, as if taunting you, letting you be the one to kiss him this once. also very cold, like physically. what being a spirit does to a mf. VERY tall, can easily evade any retaliation you throw his way (ie returning the favor of bombarding him with kisses), though im not sure how long he'd be able to resist.. 6/10

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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NSFT Alphabet: Matthias Czernin

Does my little dance while screaming

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Let the man recover first! No really, he needs a second to recover and come back to reality. He would be very into bathing right after, he will though enjoy skinship and needs to be given affection from you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Matthias, after the fire burns half of his body, tries not to think about it. Bad enough looks at Louis who looks perfectly undamaged while he is ugly. You have to tell him what you like about him, sit him down, and tell him your favorite parts of him. On you though, he likes your legs. Idk he seems like a legs or thighs guy

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I don't think he's a cum inside guy, he can when lost in the moment, but he rather cum on you so he can wipe it off or cum on the sheets that need to be changed anyway

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he would like dollification, listen, something about the control and trust you give that he can appreciate. He could dress you up, put the proper makeup on, tying you to the rope to hold you in place. The process is probably what gets him going before even the play starts, admiring his work.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin, sorry not sorry taking his virginity

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Would say riding or doggy style depending on his mood but also a mating press (i think it hot dbbdbd)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Serious but he might laugh a bit if you are the type to be really happy during sex. It is endearing

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think cuz of the fire he has no hair (though i think he was one a bush not groomed)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Matthias prob is the romantic type but he has no experience in this field so be patient with him. Give him a chance, he is trying.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he has out of curiosity but then just didn't do it again because he couldn't cum and it annoyed him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dollification but also body worship (giving). But also he probably no idea what kinks are until you lol

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, he is a private person

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Idk whatever plot i makeup tbh

He would try impact play but the second he hit too hard that was enough for him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. He needs to work up to receiving because of his dislike towards his body.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is a building-up kinda guy but if you catch him on one of his bad days, he can be fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No, and yes, you get the quickies on him. Blowing him because you definitely can have an oral fixation around him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He is willing to try anything so long as you respect when he says no

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

One or two rounds, listen HE IS TRYING gotta edge him

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He would like using toys on you only but you could try it on him when he is comfortable with trying to be submissive

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He has to edge you, you outlast him and he needs you to crumble

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Matthias tries to be quiet but is actually very vocal, very flustered when you point it out too

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Matthias is naturally dominant but he is giving. I say naturally because he needs something he can control, something stable that won't force him to change unless he allows it. But he does become open to be the giving submissive, now he is giving you his trust and control over him. It helps to praise him through it too, he needs that reassurance from his partner that he doesn't have to be perfect. Matthias has to be shown he can enjoy himself without worry.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's good just let him fuck you okay

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I don't think at first he has a high sex drive, it is probably very low. It's about average when you become his partner though

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Out like a light lol but it is the best sleep of his life.

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captainsharkyy · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day, guys! Here goes my first post on Tumblr

Matthias Czernin x Reader

The paper flowers started to appear on the floor in front of his door only a few days after he arrived at the manor. They would appear in the morning and after dinner. One after another, Matthias wasn't quite sure what to do with them, and he couldn't throw them away mindlessly after seeing how carefully crafted they were. Did whoever put the paper flowers in front of his door know that was to his room? He doubted they were truly for him, but when the flowers started to come bunched up into mini bouquets, he began to feel a little special.

The first paper flower was a camellia. He accidentally stepped on it coming out of his room, but he saved it and kept it on his desk. He wondered, that day, if that paper flower was really meant for him or not. Surely there was someone next to him who was more deserving of such a craft. The paper flower that showed up after dinner was a sunflower that Matthias also accidentally stepped on.

He quickly asked his next door neighbor, the embalmer, if the paper flower was meant for him. The man seemed a little spooked but kept his calm composure. He let out a soft 'no' before returning to his room for the night. Matthias looked down at the paper sunflower curiously, then he heard footsteps coming from the hallway behind him. He turned around to face the person walking,

"Excuse me," he said, loud enough for the person to hear. They stopped in their tracks, standing stiff straight. "I found this paper flower in front of my door, and I feel it was not meant for me," he continued. "So, I was wondering if, ah, if you knew who this belongs to..?" The person quickly shook their head and ran to their room and shut the door immediately. With a disappointed sigh, Matthias returned to his room and placed the paper sunflower next to the camellia from that morning.

The third paper flower was a tulip, and the one after dinner was a lilly of the valley. The fith paper flower was a blue star, and the one that came later on was an orange rose.

The seventh paper flower was a lavender. By now, Matthias had enough of the paper crafts to make a bouquet if he so wanted to.

That day, he consulted the gardener to see if she had anything to do with the flowers. She only giggled at his question and directed him to the library to a few books on flowers. He sat down at a small table with a few books, picking one up and looking through the glossary for the specific flowers.

As he slowly read through, a nice feeling resonated within him. Happiness, maybe? He couldn't quite tell. A small smile graced his features. Maybe the flowers were meant for him after all. He heard a few books fall and someone running out of the library fast.

That night, when Matthias returned to his room, a yellow tulip and a singular pink rose were tied together in front his his door. This continued for a few weeks: a paper flower in the morning, attend games (if any), dinner, and a paper flower at night. Of course, by now, he had heard of Y/n L/n, the origamist, but he could never find them in a manor, not even in games either. And no matter who Matthias asked, no one ever said where they were. It was as if everyone was helping them hide from something. He couldn't help but feel like he had something to do with it, as though they were afraid of him.

The thought didn't exactly boost his confidence by much at all, but he could fight the bad feelings off when the paper flowers continued to arrive. He assumed it meant that Y/n could see him, but he couldn't see them. If that was the case, he hoped they would show themself to him one day.

Looking at the floor when he opened his door, Matthias noticed a difference. Instead of one paper flower, there was a small bouquet of them. He picket up the bouquet of paper gardenias with care and placed them on his night stand, next to a few stray flowers from the previous weeks. He had acquired so many paper flowers that they flooded his desk, so he had to place them in random areas in his room. Although, he did get a few vases for them and that cleared up a lot of space.

Matthias had found no sign of Y/n that day, but he did come back to his room that night to two bouquets: one being a bouquet of forget-me-nots, and the other a bouquet of pink roses. He smiled a little, at the thought that maybe getting two paper bouquets in the same night meant something.

The next morning there was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and that night there was a bouquet of white lillies. And the morning afterward, there was a bouquet of ivory roses, and that night there was a bouquet of lavender roses.

When Matthias opened the door the next morning there was no bouquet of paper flowers. Confused, he looked down the hall but there was no sign of one. Perhaps they grew tired of making paper flowers for him, or perhaps they lost interest in him as a whole? But that couldn't be, those flowers held meanings he just couldn't ignore.

He didn't realize what day it was until he walked the halls of the manor, seeing the decorations, and seeing people in the manor trade gifts and heartfelt words. Matthias felt his stomach sink with disappointment that his secret admirer he didn't leave a gift in front of his door like they usually would do.

Matthias walked back to his room, coming from the main living room of the manor. The devastating sound of creaking wood and gears clinked and ground together beside him.

"Too bad everyone ignored you!" Said Louis. "Did'ya see? Everyone looked at me!" Matthias opened the door from the foyer, leading to the upstairs level of the manor, and Louis skipped beside him. Matthias said nothing in response, opting to ignore him lest he wants to feel further down in the dumps. Once he stepped in front of his room and turned the handle to open the door, and hand suddenly slapped against the wall causing him to jump in suprise and turn his attention to the noise. He focused his attention on the mystery person with a pounding heart, only to be surprised once again.

A survivor he hadn't yet met in person greeted him with (e/c) eyes glimmering with excitement, cheeks tinted a bright red, a bouquet of paper flowers and a pink envelope with a red heart wax seal. Within the bouquet were carefully crafted red roses, lavender flowers, daisies, and red snapdragons

Matthias's voice caught in his throat as he cautiously accepted the envelope and tore the wax seal to open it and took out the card inside to read it.

"Dear Matthias,

Happy Valentine's Day!

I'm sorry if I disappointed you for a while before this, I wanted to wait until the perfect moment to give this to you. I just wanted to tell you that I really like you, and I'd like to spend more time with you! So, I wanted to know if you will be my Valentine's!

Yours truly, Y/n L/n, the Origamist."

Matthias felt his face flush red. It was them! Finally, he meets Y/n! His features were graced with a small smile when Y/n moved the bouquet closer to him. He cleared his throat,

"W-Would you..." he hesitated, knowing Louis would be with him, "...like to come in?" He asked them. With a delighted smile, they eagerly nodded their head. Matthias opened the door to his room and stepped aside for them and then followed in afterwards. Louis's face hit the closed door with a thud and a groan followed afterward.

Hope you liked it!

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puppetfives · 3 months

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NFSW RESULTS FOR PUPPETEER X READER

⚠️may contain ROTTMNT Donnie quotes and other shitty jokes along with bad grammar due to pure laziness⚠️

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Y'all have voted on Kinky for our lovely golden spirit!

For starters, y'all should know that I don't write in first person unless requested. I mainly use third or second. I also use more vulgar terms such as 'pussy' and 'cock/dick'. Mainly because reading something like; "He took his long penis and inserted it into your vagina." is extremely weird, in my opinion at least. So... Allow me to go down a list of all of the different kinks I may use to incorporate in the future! nehem.

☆ BDSM [Bondage, leather, whatever you get it it...]

☆ DDLG/MDLB [Sometimes I can do this but it really depends on the mood I'm in for some weird reason. Mainly the calling of 'daddy' and 'little one' as well as sexual rewards/punishments. Ex: sucking his dick, helping you orgasm/cum, etc.]

☆ Name calling [100% this bitch loves being called 'master' and you cannot tell me otherwise. Ex(s): Sir, Master, Owner, etc. Ex(s) of what he'd call you when he's submissive: Mistress/Master, Goddess/God, Sir/Ma'am, Owner, King/Queen, Ruler, etc.]

☆ Pet play [Animal ears and tails, you get the idea.]

☆ Sex toys

☆ Spanking [This can both ways if y'all want.]

☆ Role-reversal [Reader being dominant!? NO?! It's scientifically impossible!]

☆ Role-playing [Doctor, scientist, basically whatever y'all want cuz I'm running out of ideas]

☆ Your ideas and suggestions!

Now then, here are the kinks I will NOT do.

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Kinks I will NOT do:

☆ Ab*se [Like non-consensual slapping, punching, etc.]

☆ Fluid play [Like urine, scat, or bl**d, semen is fine though.]

☆ Inc*st/T-cest (just, no.)

☆ Little space [Like pacifiers and basically acting like a baby. I don't judge but it makes a little uncomfortable so I hope that's okay. I'm sorry :c]

☆ Omegaverse [Mainly cuz I don't understand very well.]

☆ P*dophila

☆ R*pe fantasy(s)

�� N*crophila (forgot to add this here before but ghosts don't count! I'm talking about no long sentiment corpses.)

☆ Shit ton of other stuff I don't know about yet

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Hope this list helps so you can understand what I write about better! If I offended, please know that it was not intentional and that I do sincerely apologize. Have a great day/night because you deserve it! :D

- Fives

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bogusboxed · 2 years

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Boxtober - Day 9: "Don't Buy A House Off Craigslist."

Day 9: -The Puppeteer X GN!Reader “Sounds like a you problem.” X “Up Against the Wall Kiss."

-I do not own "The Puppeteer/Jonathan Blake" and do not take credit for him.

-Rating: Viewer discretion is advised !!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of suicide, a fairly detailed kiss scene, and harassment from a stranger.

It's been a couple of months since you moved into this house. The house you now call home. You didn’t get many visitors, and when you wanted to see someone, they’d convince you to go to their house. Even the movers didn’t step foot inside, and most delivery services, if they knew, wouldn’t go further than the front lawn. And it was all because you moved into a house where someone committed suicide.

The day you bought the house, you didn’t even bother to look into its history. Your eyes only saw the unbeatable mortgage and pricing. I mean, of course, you looked at the interior and whatnot, but you thought people stayed away from it due to how long it’d been up. You thought they were scared of vintage houses. But, you were wrong. They didn’t like the house because it was haunted. At least that’s what the locals told you. They swore up and down you’d be running out of that house in no time, but it never came.

You assumed they were trying to have you leave because they despised the new people. Which made sense since they were a very small community of people and didn't have many visitors. And because of everything, you couldn't bring yourself to believe in the ghost. Because you’d been living there for months with nothing ghost-like occurring. And the only scary thing was how many teenagers came around to chant the name "Jonathan Blake". You always have to tell them off. You didn’t know what a sick and twisted high they got out of that. For fucks sake, let the dead be dead. You couldn't imagine how unbearable they'd be on Halloween night. Or maybe they'd leave you alone, believing this would be the height of the haunting.

Last night had been unbelievably rough. You had those kids come back, and you had a nightmare. A dark and gruesome nightmare. A nightmare about the suicide of Jonathan Blake. You felt terrible, but it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t control what you dreamed about. Even so, you'd hoped you'd forget it more quickly. You needed to stop talking to the locals so much. They were getting to you. You forced yourself up, feeling the apparent sweat that had formed on your forehead. Your current bedroom was cold as you grudgingly got up. You came into contact with the wooden flooring as you yawned. You changed into some sweats and a shirt. You had no intention of doing anything. It was the weekend, after all. All you wanted to do was binge on scary movies and sleep some more. You walked through the house and you could hear your breath and steps echo. You then made it to the kitchen. The sun was fairly out due to it still being early in the morning. So you didn't need to turn on the light as you made your coffee, eagerly waiting for it to be done.

You stood there for a moment, waiting for your coffee to dispense as the doorbell rang vigorously. The disorienting noise rang throughout the house as it hurt your ears. Your hands jolted as you made your way to the door as fast as you could. You were going to snap if it was those kids again. As you cautiously opened the door, you were met with a pale man with short dark brown locks framing his face. And with that, he was adorning stereotypical mailman's attire, even adding a blue baseball cap on top. He held out a brown package. It must have been something that you ordered a while back.

"I believe this is for you." At first, he didn’t look at you but then turned to you. His face changed after staring at you for an uncomfortable moment. "Oh, good morning," he said cheerfully as he leaned against the doorframe. "I didn't expect to see an angel." his teeth were whiter than him. You’ve never heard someone unironically use such an internet pickup line. "Um, thanks for the package," you said as you slowly shut the door in his face as he took the privilege of forcing it back open. "You know, it’s pretty rude to do that, but I'll let it slide." he looked at you for way too long, making sure to take you all in as you gave him a vile side-eye. The man stepped a foot into your house as you stared at him harshly. You didn’t know how many hints you had to give this man before; you’d have to slap him. You could feel yourself cringe. You would've preferred the angsty teens over this any day. He then took a step into your house as you backed away. "What are you doing?" you asked him as he tried to make his way into your house. "I'm making sure the package is delivered," he reassured. You could right-hook this man. He wasn't much taller than you. You could tear him apart. You told yourself. You weren't going to be the next death in this house. He then made his way completely into the house. He was making you uncomfortable, and you didn’t know what to do. You had to put your foot down.

"Hey, I’m not into you like that and I also don't feel comfortable with this, so please get out of my house." you were about to snap out on this man. He frowned harshly, his face tense a good amount. "I'm just doing my job, so why are you like that?" he raised his tone and acted as if he was in the right. This guy had the nerve to intrude into your house and then say that. You cussed him out. "It's my house and because you're fucking weird," you told the mailman, as he was taken aback for a second. "Oh, you're with that emo over there?' 'Is that why you won't give me a chance?" he asked, squinting in your living room. Who was he talking about? It was just you and you alone in that house. You had no roommate or partner. You knew right then that this guy was mental and you needed him out. You were going to go call the cops on the man as he started to cuss at whatever was behind you.

"Who?-" you stuttered as you heard loud footsteps marching their way toward the both of you. You heard them right behind you as they got closer to you. You felt a sudden cold surge go right through you as there was now a solid figure right in front of you. Someone just walked through you completely, and you could still feel their touch. You could still feel the shivers that had run up your spine. The feeling was so ethereal but so unnatural, yet you wanted to feel it again. "Boo." The figure tilted his head as the mailman screamed violently. He fell to the floor as the figure towered above him. "Jonathan Blake?" he whispered as he picked himself up and ran out the door. The mailman screamed "Puppeteer" as he stuttered. He managed to cuss the both of you out as he ran for his truck. As soon as it was just you and the spirit. You could feel yourself swallowing. Fear injected itself into your system, but you couldn't manage to run. You were enchanted by whatever that past feeling was and now by the unhuman man in front of you.

The figure wore a gray beanie on top of his jet-black hair. His skin was an irregular gray, but that wasn’t the most out-of-place thing. It was his glowing yellow eyes. His golden eyes radiated toward your normal ones. He had no pupils or whites. It was all yellow. You couldn't stop staring in awe. You should have been terrified, and you were, but your fascination with him had overcome your fear. "Boo," he muttered again, getting even closer to your face. You could tell he didn't have his shoes on the ground. Instead, he was floating a couple of inches off of the hardwood floor. He looked into your eyes, tilting his head. He appeared to be questioning you more than you were questioning him. You didn't move or run. You just couldn't. You were mesmerized by him. And even so, you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. You didn't even feel like you were there. You were just lost in his gaze as sweat fell to the floor. "Interesting," he said, raising his eyebrows as he put himself back onto the ground. You could feel his gaze burn into your trembling frame. He was still taller than you. It didn't even make a difference if he was in the air or not. He still stood strong. The room only seemed to get colder with him in it. You could smell coffee coming from the kitchen as you looked at the transparent man in front of you.

"There's an actual ghost in my house." the words came out shaky as you felt your lips tremble violently. "Sounds like a you problem." he stood strong in front of you. You reached out to his torso. You wanted to know if he was real. If he was a ghost or if you were going insane. You didn't know what this would solve, but you were going to try it anyway. You placed your hand on his chest, pushing it against it. Your hand didn’t go through. You could feel a chill run up your fingertips on contact. "You can’t just do that." he grabbed your wrist harshly as you attempted to pull back. But his hold was just too strong. A million thoughts were running through your mind, but you couldn’t seem to organize one of them. "Huh?" you wanted to say so much more. Was he a ghost or not? He made no sense. He felt solid, but seconds ago he walked straight through you. And seconds ago, he was floating. You had so many questions and yet no answer. For example, why did the guy who committed suicide, Jonathan Blake, go emo?

"Yes, I’m real, and yes I'm a spirit," he answered two of your questions as his hold on you went away, but his hand was still very much gripping onto you. He quickly slipped his hand through your arm to demonstrate it to you. In the legend, the people spoke of Jonathan Blake. They said he’d drive you to suicide just like the world did to him. They said he was violent. They said he would string you up and take your organs out one by one. But, here he was playing into your antics. He even saved you from that bitch of a mailman. Was he just playing with his food? You didn't know if you would be able to answer that. You were way too deep in the cold, soft feelings that he brought you. And every time you felt his hand phase, it was pure ecstasy. "I was hoping to make my appearance later, but, you know." he exhaled, waiting for you to relax and get over the initial hype of seeing a dead person.

Even with all of this. He was still a rumored spirit that fed off of suicide, and you weren't ready for it. You didn't want him to do that to you. You liked whatever was going on currently. You wanted to be his friend. "I don't want to die." your eyes widened softly as you gazed at him. You didn't want him to drag you into that dark place. You had a prime question in mind. One that stuck out. Was he gonna end you today or was he going to take his sweet time with you? He chuckled and even laughed at your misery. "Oh, I love hearing that line’ ‘But, I’m not going to hurt you.’ ``Only cause you to live here, and it's making it easier to find people," he told you blankly, but you didn’t believe him. He wasn't actually going to leave you alone. You weren't going to be the one he chose to spare. You didn't even notice your hands violently shaking. You were so confused. You had way too many emotions coming at you at once. You were getting stressed and overwhelmed. It was too much for you. You could feel yourself hyperventilating as your vision went dizzy. Your legs turned to jelly as you started to wobble backward. You didn’t know what to say or do. You fell against the wall. The puppeteer quickly made his way to you.

As you backed even further into the wall, he pressed his hands on either side of your frame. "Shouldn’t have bought a house off Craigslist." he tilted his head down to you. He was much larger than you. He practically caged you, and the worst part was he didn’t even have to try. Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as they ran down your face effortlessly. "Hey, it's okay." his yellow mouth laughed as he brought you in for a hug. He was alarmingly cold but still alluring. He probably didn't even know he was pulling at your heartstrings. You knew he wasn’t actually trying to comfort you, but it felt like he was. He wasn’t even trying to lie, but he already had you falling for it. He was being so sadistic toward you, but you couldn't help but completely indulge. Was he just capable of manipulating your feelings, or were you just like that? Were you playing checkers while he was playing chess?

But, for some reason, it felt good to be special. It felt good to be the only one excluded from his murder. It felt good to be the only one he had mercy on. But knowing how you were feeling about it made it so much worse. You liked being special to him. Even if he was lying to you. But, even with all of this, he had your mind spinning. You hated that you could even feel that for someone like him. You could feel the tinge of disgust coursing through you. You didn't understand why he wasn't trying to kill you. You didn't want to be excluded, but, at the end of the day, you had no choice. It wasn't up to you, was it? He grabbed your tear-stained face, wiping away your tears with his freezing hands. You could feel yourself involuntarily embracing him. It felt so good, but it was terrible. He still had a grin even after his fingers were stained with your tears.

He placed one of his digits that had been immersed in your tears and licked it. His finger popped out of his mouth as he smiled at you, taking your expression all in. He thrived in sorrow, and you were directly giving it to him. You could feel your stomach coil as red dusted your face. You wanted to listen to your impulsive thoughts. You wanted to run with it. You felt fluttering in your stomach. According to his legend, the only thing he could sense was depression. He probably didn’t know what you were about to do. But you did. This was going to get you killed.

"Now back to the deadly ghost in my house shock era," he muttered, expecting you to go back to freaking out. But you didn’t. Instead, you made sure he was in his solid state as you pulled him in by the collar and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. His golden smile immensely went away in pure shock. As his cold lips come into contact with your warm ones. For the second you two were connected, you swore you would have felt a faint shock. His lips were rough and harsh against your soft ones. You remembered the details by looking at his face. He stood still, mouth agape.

"I- I didn’t think that was a part of being scared of a spirit." he froze in place, blinking at you while tilting his head. You could see his gray cheeks had a darker gray sprinkled on them. He came back to you, pressing you back against the wall. He was much more curious than before. Maybe it was because you two were at vastly different temperatures. But, you wanted more, and you could sense he wanted more too by the way he stared at you. You didn’t know how to describe it other than with a hungry gaze. He dipped down again, about to connect your lips. You two heard blaring police sirens again. As soon as you turned to find the source and turned back, he vanished. After that morning, you were never alone. After that morning you had a poltergeist boyfriend. And now no one has ever fucked with you again after the mailman ran into town screaming that he’d seen him.

#day9 #fictober #fluffober #creepypasta #puppeteer x reader #puppeteer x you #puppeteer x y/n #jonathan blake x reader #jonathan blake x you #jonathan blake x y/n #fluffober2022 #alt4

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gaybitchfx · 2 years

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Helloo :D I hope you're having a great day :> and uhh if you don't mind i got a request!!

May i have some headconens with puppeteer and a violinist gender neutral reader?? It's completely alright if not and thx for your time ^^

A/n: Couldn’t find any good images of Pup so I can’t make a banner 😭 this might be hella descriptive too soo yeah and I may have forgotten I was supposed to make headcanons and just went into my own world as I wrote this so I am VERY sorry about.

Puppets Violinist

Character(s): Puppeteer (Pup)

Type of reader: Gn!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): None

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Pup let out a sigh of comfort happy he was done with his mission and back home. Everything was quiet and still with the faint sound of a violin.

Wait a violin? Pup had raised a brow listening closely to where it was coming from. He moved here and there but when he moved to a certain spot he heard it slightly more clearly.

It was coming from the attic. He knows slender tells everyone to not enter the attic without him being with them, but the puppeteer was ever so curious.

So he disobeyed his masters number one rule and followed the sound to the attic. The sweet soft sounds of the violin grew louder and what followed along with it was humming.

Once he was close enough to the door he creaked it open a tad hopping it didn’t make any auditable sound. He peeked his glowing eye inside but saw nothing but darkness so he opened the door more.

This time he saw someone standing by a window, someone he’s never seen before from the years he’s spent in this house. The song had come to a stop when pup leaned on the door causing a loud ‘creak’ sound.

“Who’s there?” You asked turning your head slightly. Pup stiffened up a bit, your voice was strict and firm. He didn’t know how to respond, so his mouth only stayed agape.

You turned fully, the only thing that showed your face was the moons light. Pup starred, awe stricken by your appearance. “Enchanting…” He muttered under his breath. “I asked who’s there.” You said again. Pup gathered all the courage he had and spoke.

“I’m sorry that I interrupted you..” Pup muttered. Your brows furrowed a bit as you looked at him before it changed into one of happiness. “Did you like it?” You asked clasping your hands together.

“Huh?” “My music! Did you like it? Was it too shabby? Off tune? Or maybe the sound was too old?” You asked coming closer to pup who starred confused. You stared at him awaiting for his answer. Now that you were much closer he could see your eyes were completely white, as if you were blind.

“Yeah, I like it.” Pup said. “That’s great! I haven’t performed for anyone in such a long time! I’m glad I still can entertain someone.” You said with a kind and gentle smile.

“Who…are you?” Pup asked as he stared at you with an unsure look. “Oh! I’m Y/n. Slender hasn’t told you about me?” You asked and tilted your head to the side.

Pup shook his head no. “Well, that’s disappointing. But now that you know I exist we can talk to each other! If you want to that is.” You said, your face showing some form of sadness.

“I’ll try to visit you when I can. But for now I’ll have to leave.” Pup said with a smile. “Aww, alright. See you some time soon!” You said and did a small wave. Pup had closed the door back and went to his room somewhere in the house.

Some time had passed and Puppeteer would often visit you. He’d bring little gifts for you and would listen to your humming while you played your instrument. When he wasn’t having a good day he’d tell you all about it and you’d comfort him in ways you could.

When he’d visit at night you and him would dance around careful with your footsteps as to not wake anyone up in the house. Your relationship with Pup had grown into something more and you felt some sort of attraction to the puppet.

When he came and visit you sat him down and talked to him for a bit before confessing you liked him. He was a bit stunned but accepted your feelings. What a nice ending huh?

#puppeteer #puppeteer x gn!reader #puppeteer x y/n #puppeteer x you #puppeteer x reader #fiction #writers #fluff #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #creepypasta #creepypasta x gn!reader #creepypasta x you

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sketchquill · 11 months

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Pspspsps here’s some more art of Corpse Puppet Wally 👀

Also lets just say that when Wally died he had... trouble keeping himself together 🪓

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sourcxre · 3 months

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silly Wally thingy (:

i saw another artist (@//aljsthings) do this meme with Wally and wanted to make my own!

thank you <3

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doueiie · 1 year

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Let him in >:[

#welcome home arg #welcome home fanart #welcome home puppet show #wally darling x self insert #wally darling x reader #wally darling #wally fanart #wally x y/n #wh wally #wally x you #partycoffin

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prim-bot · 1 year

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Yeah

#wally darling #wally darling fanart #wally darling x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home fanart #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #fanart #arg #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x you #uhhhhhhh

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the-s1lly-corner · 25 days

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Various CRPs x Reader who knew then before their incidents

Prize request 3/5 for @coldsushisworld ! I hope you enjoy!

Characters in this post: Jeff, Puppeteer, Eyeless Jack, Masky and Ben Drowned

Notes: Reader is GN! Some of these may be shorter or vaguer than others but that's simply because my brains is a little foggy on the details of things!

CW: Mentions of suicide in Puppeteers part, mentions of death and murder in.. well almost all the characters..!

MASKY

JEFF

Similar to Ben's part, you find out what happened. Your parents didnt tell you all of the details that happened the night Jeff went missing, and you'd later find out why when you got older. From the man himself, actually. I enjoy the idea that between the actual canon event of the source and my take hes mellow out.. just a bit, at least hes not going to take you down the second he gets the chance. It's been.. years, you thought he had died at some point actually. Hes loud and arrogant, but for one reason or another he trusts you. You havent turned him yet, and that's saying something. Sometimes things are just like how they were before; the two of you are joking with each other and sharing stories. You don't see him often due to him just.. dropping off and doing who knows what.. but he always comes back to you eventually

BEN DROWNED

You were both childhood friends. The day Ben died, you were told he had moved away. You didnt find out what happened until years later, when you started asking around. When fate brings you both back together everything feels. Wrong. Hes a ghost, and primarily confined to technology- currently hes worked himself into your computer, proving himself to still be the mischievous guy he was in life by subtly messing with your files.. but you grew up, and he didnt. Despite still being friends, there just wasn't enough for the two of you to relate to anymore. In a way it reminds me of Anohana (need to rewatch it but I recommend it). If Ben notices the rift he doesnt say anything

The terrible thing is that you dont know what happened to him. One day he was here and the next? Gone. On top of that, are you even aware that he doesnt seem to.. remember all that much about you? It's almost as if hes an entirely different person. Out of all the characters, your relationship with Masky needs to be rebuilt from the ground, simply because it didnt exactly exist before. You were friends with Tim, of course. To you, you're trying to jog his memory and do things you two have done before. To him, you look.. desperate. Overtime you do both grow closer but the relationship will never be like how it was before, and you're going to have to readjust to this new situation- though is that not the case with the rest of these characters?

EYELESS JACK

You had heard on the news what happened at his college. It looked like there was a massacre, and your friend was no where in sight. Even before Jack became eyeless, he was still.. closed off and reserved. However reunited with him he seems to have sunk deeper into that, even trying to get you out of his life again because of.. what was happening to him and what was changing. Your insistence almost breaks the both of you, but despite everything you manage to safely reenter his life. His new eating habits.. are something.. and that's assuming he even tells you.. he probably would, out of guilt for keeping it from you and just guilt in general for needing to conform to his new diet. It's very strained and tense for a long time in the beginning, even if you're the most open minded person. Jack's not going to let it be easy

PUPPETEER

You were.. friendly with each other before everything. But you weren't exactly all that close. Of course when you found about how he took his life, you felt horrible. But life goes on. You move on, and go on with your life plans... and you were doing good at that, before a figure appears in your room one night. Its terrifying, actually, and if it didnt start talking to you like you were an old school friend you would have tried to make a run for it. Maybe it was the shock that kept you in place? Of course, the figure was.. him.. he doesn't seem to recognize the name you knew him as, in fact you cant tell how much he actually remembers. He basically just invites himself to live with you, not all that bothered with the idea that you might not want that. Hes.. kind of a dick, actually, but hes charming enough for you to keep him around. Having conversations with him is interesting, as well. Hes usually respectful enough but theres some level of... sass.. that keeps you invested. Hes so much like how he was before, but also not. Hes still there but it's like hes been flipped on his head

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer imagine #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned x you #ben drowned imagine #masky x reader #masky x you #masky imagine #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #puppeteer imagine #puppeteer x reader #puppeteer x you

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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I MISS MY MATTHIAS I MISS HIM SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAA

Rated: Explicit | Warning: lipstick and shibari (listen i got my favs lol)

“Needs more blue.”

“Please, (Name).”

“You're right, maybe purple.”

Matthias struggles to be still as you bite his chest, another bloom of a hickey on his breast, you lick his nipple making him jerk at action more so than the sensation, he does that to you but to have it done to him is odd— But not unwelcome. The part of his body scarred by the fire is covered with different shades of lipstick, his clothes completely off and his dick in your hand slowly pumping the weeping suffering cock.

“(Name).” This is killing him to be lying here tied down unable to do anything but endure your endless boundless undaunted affectionation. He says something in his native tongue and you giggle knowing frustration is kicking in as he no longer is speaking English.

“Shh, just a few more colors.”

This time you give attention to his cock but only by kissing it all over with blue lipstick then switching to red letting it blend with the blue.

“Argh!” He needs to cum so bad but you continue to refuse him.

“Matthias, you look so beautiful.” Examining your handy work, “Aw, don’t cry. I promise you will get all that you need and more.” Covering his lips with the color of red, “A thousand nights of lovemaking will not be enough to show you how much I love you.”

Matthias jerks his whole body up as your heat touches his cock, you moan as you grind on him, hips swaying in an erotic dance only he can witness. Your hands on his chest to keep yourself steady on top of him.

“My beautiful lover. Matthias, you are so handsome. If only you could keep me here to worship only you. I will give you everything.”

The puppeteer might actually die with how you are making him feel with all this talk.

Matthias Czernin is a master of his craft, whether unwillingly or not, he knows how to create puppets with ease. His left-hand keeps your chin up as his right hand applies the final touches of your makeup.

He has an eye for colors, blending, and applying. Something you guess is from years of puppeteering.

“There.” It seems like a waste to do all this just to ruin it very soon, but you begged him to do this for you.

“Wow, this is amazing, Matthias.” Smiling as you look at yourself with a handheld he holds up for you, “Hehe.” Giggling with glee alright as puts the mirror away on your vanity before assisting you to lay on the bed.

Naked, a strong ribbon-like fabric fashioned in an intricate pattern, you told him it is called shibari and how it works as both sensual and artistic.

The puppeteer admires the assisted work lying on his bed staring up at him trusting him not to harm them. Because this requires trust.

“Nervous?” You ask.

“Not as much before,” His scarred-covered hand travels up your body, the pattern of the ribbons and color looks lovely on your skin. “Wow.”

“Next time we should try this on you.” Nuzzling his hand when he cups the side of your face, “You will look beautiful.”

“... Maybe.” He is a bit shy about trying these things on himself given the position he will be in, however, he is learning you enjoy an equal partnership with him. He can be the dominant force but you can too have a chance for the other to submit comfortably. The topic a person of your time period could only bring up to him.

“You are beautiful, Matthias. Especially with rouge on.” Winking at him.

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