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Creepypasta characters as Dan Hentschel videos (part 2)

I know Tim and brian aren’t creepypastas but sharing is caring.

Tim

Brian

Kate the chaser

Bloody painter

Judge angels

Puppeteer

Homicidal Liu

Kagekao

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give him a break

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the ladz

hcs 4- ages/pronouns/preferences

made these a while ago but never posted :P

< more details and random hcs >

Toby:

-22

-does not give 2 fucks abt how he's perceived

- will fuck anything

-hopeless romantic/puppy love typa guy

-has one mean right hook

-smells like sandalwood and those one holiday cider candles

-listens to folk punk or something like that. think amigo the devil

EJ:

-22

-he/it

-silent type

-attached to intelligent and passionate ppl <3

-is bad at sautéing

-not too into music but does enjoy a good campfire song.

-bookworm, fave genre is dystopian

Ben:

-19

-NB (or something)

-swings all the ways

-falls 4 bullies lol

-platinum in all the souls games

-messiest room you've ever seen, the only exception being his desk, which is neat and orderly

-listens to mayhem (yikes)

Jeff:

-24

- c i s

-not into relationships, def only in for a score

-poser

-shops at rue21

-actually insufferable. like no u don't understand he's so annoying.

-collects fun socks

Lui:

-26

-a straight white man 🪦

-not focused/interested in love/relationships

-caffine addict

-rlllyy likes the x files

-befriends stray cats, his favorite being a grey tabby dubbed tabitha.

-loves johnny cash

(lol thxz 4 reading)

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Yandere Eyeless Jack headcanons

lil blurb cos I’m bored at the optometrist (btw feel free to send hc reqs and blurb reqs if you’d like)

This guy goes Beyond possessive, he’s downright territorial

Keeps some part of his body touching yours at all times around the creeps. He doesn’t trust them to keep their hands to themselves. And anyone who tries better hope they have quick reflexes because he will snap his teeth at them

Spends egregious amounts of time ensuring his scent smothers you. You wear his sweater if you’re cold. He rubs cheek like a cat all over you, covering you head to toe in his smell. Only a few of the other creeps have sensitive enough noses to pick up on his scent- so it’s mostly for him

On that thought, he’s a big fan of your neck and wrists. ‘S where your scent is strongest, and he insists that you rub your wrists together to smell like each other. Shoves his face into your neck and inhales like he’s a child home from school again

Sorry not sorry but you’re probably confined to his cabin in the woods. It’s not dinky, you have tv and books at least, but he 1. Doesn’t trust you to not get lost if you go out on your own (how will you navigate, your senses aren’t sharp like his) If he’s working outside though, feel free to come out onto the porch. He brought a chair out there for you to sit and enjoy the sun on your skin

Genuinely believes you would die without him. Who would protect you? Make sure you are safe, warm, sheltered? Who will make sure you’re eating well, drinking enough?

Similar train of thought: he somewhat babies you. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re capable, it’s just that he would rather do it himself For you. Scratches that ‘provider’ itch he gets for his mate

He likes to loom ominously over your shoulder while you do stuff. He enjoys watching you. Especially when you sleep

Let’s propose a thought: you, for some reason or another, aren’t at the cabin when he returns home one day. He tears the place apart looking for you- you wouldn’t hide from him, you know better than that by now. Trails your scent outside and follows it. I’m talking full sprint, demon mode. He needed you back in the cabin safe and sound 15 minutes ago. If you went off on your own? Locked in the bedroom for a few days. You just need to learn. It’s okay. Someone took you? Mauled to death. Doesn’t care who it is, it’s genuinely on sight for Jack

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Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 13

Slenderman x Female Reader - Choking/Prisoner

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Prisoner, dub-con, choking, gagging, blowjob, tentacles, suffocation, monster fucking

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 1.8k

He kept you hidden away, somewhere the others wouldn’t dare to stoop. 

You didn’t know why it had to be you, the cryptid didn’t need a reason- he had no one to answer to except himself. He kept good care of you, always making sure you were attended to- but that also meant you had to repay him for his ‘kindness’.

His personal use, tucked away in the cellar of the basement, the only entrance from the backside of the mansion. Your wrists were worn, and red with irritation from the handcuffs that sliced into your skin. You were hooked onto an old drain pipe, your arms hanging in an uncomfortable position. The concrete of the floor hurt, legs bruised and worn, weak with the lack of good food or movement. You felt so weak all of the time, but that was exactly how he wanted you- pliable and useful. 

The rumbling of the cellar door opening was always the first thing you heard—it didn’t matter if you were dead asleep or throwing up from nausea—that noise had you sitting up perfectly straight in seconds. Like a dog to a bone, you were always eager to please.

His loud footsteps come thumping down the old stairs, creaking from the weight until you felt your head pounding with that irritable static. It was the feeling of your brain weighing in on itself, waves of nausea sinking in, and having to close your eyes from the dizziness. It was always his signature, no matter where you were you would know he was near, and the proxies testified to it themselves.

You sat up, digging your knees into the cold floor, trying your best to ignore the sting as you dared your eyes to the doorway. Slenderman pushed through, dipping his head low to avoid the banister, before standing with such presence before you. You kept your eyes low, quick glances at his dress shoes that planted themselves inches away from your knees.

“Stand.” It wasn’t a spoken word, you still weren’t even sure how you ever heard him in the first place, his mouth never moving behind that icy veil of skin. The noise bounced in your mind, pressing against the back of your neck as you climbed onto your feet, the socks doing little to save you from the cold.

You still refused to look at his face, head hanging as tentacles slowly coiled around your ankles, winding their way up your shaky legs. Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear the low cracking and controting of his muscles, long, grotesque tentacles writhe their way out, push out behind him like obscured angel wings. He held such a presence, a terrifying one, but electrifying nonetheless.

You heard the small jingle of the key unlocking the handcuffs, your wrists flexing out of the metal as you rubbed them, arms whining from being released from that contorting position.

His cold tentacles moved quickly, pushing your grimy tank top over your head and shimmying down your shorts, skin freckling with goosebumps at the damp air of the cold basement. The tendons drew you closer, grappling at your back to push you against him, a claw resting on your waist as you pressed your hands against him.

Even this close, he still towered, having to look up to even see the muscles contort and strain behind that smooth skin, a stern look on his face.

“Go on, little thing.” He nudges in your mind, tentacles curiously curling around your thighs and around your waist, rubbing and prodding against your bare skin. It made you shudder, giving him an understanding glance as you reached your anxious hands out. 

Fidgeting with the button of his slacks, you could already see it- the outline of his cock pressed firm against the top of his thigh, twitching gently when you tugged the zipper down. You could feel your heart thumping, breathing caught in your throat when a tentacle pushed your hand out of the way, reaching in and tugging himself out, length so heavy and long- terrifyingly so. He was big. Ridiculously.Gaudy with thick veins running down the side, glistening with precum.

You waited expectantly, hard to tear your eyes away as it twitched and throbbed, Slender’s expression unwavering as he stared down at you. 

The dark tendrils moved again, this time with intent. They pressed between your shoulder blades, between the plush of your thighs, and rounding the underside of your tits- curious little things pushing themselves wherever they could. 

It was the sudden push forward that had you off guard, a silent chuckle from the cryptid towering above when you gripped onto his suit. Was it terrifying that you were eye-level with his waist, yes. But Slender couldn’t get enough of it.

“Open up. C’mon now- don’t pretend like you don’t know what to do.” This time you did hear his voice in your ears, jaw straining to speak as you glanced up at him, nervously picking at your hands. You nodded, a deep wave of heat flooding your face, the static behind your eyes ever present.

Saliva builds on your tongue, spreading your pretty lips as you watch the tentacle gripped around his base nudge up, holding his tip to your mouth. You feel his intense gaze on you as your mouth wraps around his thick head, inching down slowly, and stretching your lips obscenely. You’ve done this dozens of times, the soreness in your jaw a reminder of that, but it doesn’t make the task any easier.

“As far as you can… There you go.” He coaxes, the tentacles slithering up to wrap around your throat, tips of the tendrils pressing against your jaw. Your tongue presses hard against the underside, eyes fluttering shut as you feel like you already can’t breathe. It’s so overwhelming, hands moving to grip against his hips- until those dark tendrils are wrapping around and hauling them behind you, gripped tightly together on your lower back.

It’s hard not to groan, your throat tensing as you try not to gag, the heavy weight of his tip pulsing against your tongue. Eyes tensed shut, you take a shaky breath, glancing up at him through tear-glistened eyelashes.

That’s what does it. He loves when you act like you want it.

With a static groan, his hips thrust forward, your eyes widening with the rush. He pushes his cock down your throat, bulbous veins throbbing against the roof of your mouth as he a steady, merciless pace fucking your mouth, your weight shifting uncomfortably as you stand. The tentacles wrap around your throat, tightening themselves as he pushes deeper, tip bobbing mercilessly against the tightness. 

You’re gagging, the loss of air making you dizzy. Grip searing on your neck, Slender groans and huffs as he fucks your face till his cockhead hits your poor, abused throat. His claws move to cup the sides of your face, moving you in time with his hips, seeing just how far in he can get himself before your eyes roll back. You could nearly feel the electricity crackling in the air, the pressure against your mind so overwhelming- you felt your body go limp, exhaustion heavy as the tendrils wrapped themselves tight, holding you up.

“Don’t go passing out, little one. It’s no fun.” He hums, muscles clenched so tight as his claws pressing into your temples, shocks of nausea running through you. 

It’s so messy how saliva builds on your lips, glistening in the dim light of the basement as they wrap tight around him. Saliva and precum drip down his length, dirtying the pants of his suit. Tears streak down your cheeks onto Slender’s wrists, cheeks so ruby red against his milky white skin. Pressure roars in your ears, choking at both the throbbing cock and the tentacles blocking your airway. You let your jaw go slack, loud gags and choking sounds fueling the cryptid to just go deeper.

It was so fucking messy.

You’re so easily broken, he thinks, unraveling the tentacle around his base and pressing it into the corner of your mouth. You can’t even register it, thick tendril pressing in with his cock to abuse your throat further, the stretch of your lips such a pretty sight.

“Such a talented mouth, you can almost take it all.” You can feel tears searing down your hot cheeks, thick droplets of spit dripping from your chin. It’s the taste of salty precum that shoots excitement through you, eyes flashing open to stare up at him, eyelids heavy with dizziness. His jaw is clenching, a snarl etched onto his face- his tell.

With as much strength as you can muster, you’re pressing your tongue on the bottom side of his cock, slurring the muscle across his gaudy veins with strangled moans. With an appreciative groan, the cryptid’s thrusts become erratic, movements growing frantic.

He doesn’t like to show you how much he wants to cum, but you’re always able to coax it out of him. You’re his, he deemed it so, and in turn- you’ve learned when he’s about to fall apart.

You rub your thighs together desperately, relaxing your throat more, refusing to let the darkness creeping into the corners of your eyes win. The tentacles are sporadic, flicking and gripping against your skin, their own extent a reflection of Slender’s state. You let your eyes close again, weak body so ready. “Hn- There we go-”

His tight grip on the sides of your head pushes you back, pulling you off his cock. Your lips pop free, leaving his sensitive head exposed to the cool air. Gasping for breath, your chest heaves as you try to regain your composure, your throat so sore and raw you don’t know if you’ll be able to eat.

The tentacle wraps around the base again, long, hefty strokes as you pant. It doesn’t take one beat of your pretty eyelashes before thick, warm stripes of seed paint onto your cheeks, Slender snarling above you as he presses the divot of his tip against your lips. You let your tongue snake out, the salty taste melting against your tastebuds.

Pure pride swells at the sight, Slender tangling his claw into the back of your hair, gripping the strands as he bends down. You tense, heart beating so fast as you hear the cracking and tearing of his skin.

By the time he's at face level with you, his blank face has separated at the mouth, jagged skin forming a terrifying smile. His long tongue comes snaking out, the wet muscle pressing against your cheeks, lapping at his own finish.

“Let’s see how much this can take next, alright?” You shudder at the tentacle that swipes between your folds, glistening with the wetness of your cunt. You can’t respond, he doesn’t let you when that tongue is bullying its way into your mouth, pressing on the sore spot at the back of your throat.

At least it gets you out of those damn handcuffs.

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Masky and hoodie a short drawing that I did an hour ago,,,

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back on the grind uhm

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why this 📹 so mad

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Nm I’m bored and they’re sooooo long

Why must I care so much about sticking to the original lore of characters… I’m about to read the remake and sequel of the Jeff the killer story, probably gonna read the Liu and Jane one too. If anyone wants to summarize any of the stories that would be amazing lolll

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Why must I care so much about sticking to the original lore of characters… I’m about to read the remake and sequel of the Jeff the killer story, probably gonna read the Liu and Jane one too. If anyone wants to summarize any of the stories that would be amazing lolll

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random creepypasta doodles ive posted everywhere except for here lol

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I drew some sillies! Yeah baby, the Creepypasta phase never left man

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my ver of jeff :DD ill make a proper drawing of this ver of him soon hhgfj maybe do some hcs too idk

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can i pet yo dawg

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🔪 jebb the kibber