#Slender Au

[sootrootdoot]

of course my self insert is in my creepypasta slenderbrothers slendermansion AU. DUHHH>?!>!!>!>

part 2 coming soon prolly

[timaeusterrored]

(The Arrival)

Fuck.

There was a damn tree in the road. Because of course there was. Vincent got that Judy and her mom wanted to live out here, family home and all that, but this was ridiculous. They’d have to move that if they wanted to get any moving vans in here.

He had tried calling her and his boyfriends several times on the way here, but there was currently no cell service. Which just added to the issues Vince had counted on his way here.

The driveway was just as long as he remembered, his mother swearing in Spanish about how she just wished they’d move out of these damn woods. That it wasn’t good for Judy’s health to be so far out here. Now that Vincent was older, and what had happened over the past few years, he couldn’t disagree.

The house was silent. The air made Vincent’s skin crawl as he called out for his friend again, only to get no reply. Where was she?

“Judy?” He called up the stairs, peering into other rooms. The power must’ve been shut off already… but that didn’t make sense. Judy wasn’t set to move for another week or so.

The living room and dining room were a wreck, blankets and glass scattered the floor and crunched under Vincent’s boots. He once again tried to call Johnny, but it didn’t even ring. He was completely alone out here.

“Jude!” He called once more as he started his adventure up the stairs… when he noticed them.

Drawings on the walls. Stick men, something you’d see out of the Blair Witch Project. Writing and words that made Vincent think of Mike’s old notebooks.

‘Stop it now’

‘What is it?’

‘Can you see it?’

Vincent reached for the pocket knife he had on him, wishing he hadn’t left his gun in his car. That was a stupid move on his part.

The three doors on the top floor were a bathroom, Judy’s room, and her mom’s room. Two of which were shut tight. Judy had locked her mom’s room after her passing.

But Judy’s room was left slightly ajar, as if beckoning Vincent closer. He remembered Judy’s room being one of his safe places as a teenager… but now his mind was telling him to run. To not go in there.

The door creaked as he opened it, the room pitch black. Even his flashlight struggled to cut the darkness. He could see more drawings on the wall and papers scattered everywhere, as well as an old video camera left broken on the floor.

The open window made Vincent wonder how it had gotten so late suddenly… how long had he been in this house? Where was Judy?

A blood curdling scream from the forest told him he probably didn’t wanna know… but he climbed out of the window anyway and ran into the forest to find his friend.

[startheskelaton]

Brothers

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Aldritch in my AU are a type of an eldritch native to the abyss. Not quite gods, they're not mortal either. An inbetween if you will.

They are capable of dying, as long as they have an heir to take their place. These Heirs start out as being part Hollow, and can take trillions of years for them to mature.

Sometimes they aren't part hollow but instead part human, or some other prey species. It doesn't really matter to them, as long as they have offspring to show for it. Valdernak are another preferred species, if only because they happen to be eldritchian in nature themselves .

After copulation, Aldritch will lay hundreds of eggs in the hope that one will succeed them. Not all of these eggs are fertile, and not all who are born are even capable of surviving more than a few minutes. Often with Valdernak sires, the Aldritch will take a few eggs and leave them near either a Valderna homestead, or a Valdern home. They have since learned that Valdernak will kill eggs found on their territory for fear of what will hatch from it.

It should be noted that the Aldritch have found Valdernak that would take the eggs in, but I'm afraid they fundamentally misunderstand the Valdernak and think familial pods of twenty or more are a good sign, when in reality it is merely the sign of a Traditionalist. Fortunately, Aldritch born from Valdernak, do understand the difference and usually are far more successful in finding hosts to raise their children.

Once these children reach maturity, they will experience what appears to be Void leaking of their eyes, and will experience swelling as their body begins to transform into a bestial state that generally tends to look like a mass of void with many eyes peering from within. They are mindless in this state and if they cannot bring themselves back within a century they will simply sink into the abyss. Those that can will become true Aldritch and take on a form much more to their liking.

These forms range from humaniod to downright impossible to precieve by the human mind.

Mature Aldritch are very much capable of killing other Eldritch beings, and in fact have been known to devour gods. This has lead them to have the nicknames of God Eaters, along with the affectionate Godling.

Valdernak and the subsequent subspecies have long learned that true Void-kin will not have eyes upon entering their shadow form, while Heirs will have a multitude, and will often have very pale colourations of the eyes.

Note: not all Aldritch lay eggs, some give live birth, but the number stays the same.

[canidaria]

POV you and your cousin who is autistic abt ghostbusters are looking for ghosts (you’re abt to find slenderman)

[crushedsweets]

Katherine the killer amirite

[thediaryofaurora]

ticci toby nsfw headcanons 😭🤲 can’t express how much i love your hc’s bro its so good 🥹💗 pls keep cooking

☆Ticci Toby Relationship HCs☆

CW: NSFW, f!reader

THANK YOU SO MUCH! This ask single-handedly brought me out of my writing slump. I went ahead and added SFW dating HCs as well, a little bonus 🙌 Also I’m in a leg brace from soccer so I’m stuck in bed.

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★SFW★

- This guy has got a LOT on his mental plate, be prepared for that.

- He is 100% a friends to lovers type of guy. He’s not easily trusting, so that relationship really has to be built up.

- When he does have a crush on someone he beats himself up about it because he feels so stupid for thinking you’d ever like him back.

- Moving onto actually dating him, he is so so so insecure. Lots of reassurance is needed, but if you’re able to get through to him he eventually realizes you actually like him.

- Crazy touch starved. In the first few months of dating he’s super unsure of if he can kiss you or even put his arm around you, he’s HORRIFIED of crossing any boundaries and you leaving. You’ll probably have to make the first move.

- He most likely won’t be the one to ask you out. If you’ve known eachother for a while and he’s feeling a little confident there’s a possibility, but in his mind he’d rather stay friends and get to see you rather than get rejected and you not talk to him anymore.

- LOVES going on dates with you, but he’s a ball of anxiety. It should be easy to cool him down and let him know you’re enjoying it, he’s just so worried about if you’re happy or not.

- Usually thinks going on walks or sitting on a curb together is like the perfect date, ESPECIALLY in the fall. He keeps an old camera on him that he got from Brian so he can make little home videos and capture the moments you spend together.

- Picks up cool leaves, glass shards, or other things left in the forest and makes sure to show you.

- He’s actually not an awful cook. He’s a fast learner in pretty much every aspect and he already knows the basics. His mom taught him when he was young how to make some baseline German dishes, and this man can WHIP that shit up.

- Once you two are to the point in your relationship where you can cuddle, he is ALL OVER YOU. Especially when it’s raining/ thundering out and you two can lay in bed together. Since he overheats easily due to his CIPA, in the colder seasons you’ll have to leave the window open so he can stay cool.

- After seeing how his dad treated his mom, he has a pretty good grasp on how to treat a partner. At times he can fly off the handle, especially with his bipolar disorder, but afterwards he breaks down and apologizes. If at any point you even SEEM like you don’t like him anymore he gets defensive, it makes him very standoffish or snappy.

- Won’t shut up about you after you start dating. Not in a rambling way, but he finds a way to bring you up in every conversation. He doesn’t meant to, but how could he go without telling someone you’d like the flower he just walked by?

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✩NSFW✩

- VIRRRRGINNNNNNNN.

- I mean VIRGIN virgin, like this guy has had NO activity. No first kiss either. All the knowledge he has is from porn, so he’s completely clueless. If you’re both inexperienced you’ll just have to persevere.

- He’s the kind of person to get turned on looking at a picture of you fully clothed, he’s just so in love with you.

- Before you two start dating he’s 100% taking candid pictures of you or finding your instagram posts and jacking off to them.

- Massive bottom. He puts out a front for a WHILE before you’ll be able to realize he’s not a top, he doesn’t want to look like a sissy. If you suggest being on top he’s BLOWN AWAY. Acts like he’s just doing whatever you want, but afterwards you definitely realize he’s been waiting for it.

- Sensitive as hell. He’s a loud one, but again he doesn’t want to look weak or not masculine enough. He tries to hold his moans and whimpers back and grunt instead, but if you do it just right he’s a whimpering, whining, PANTING, mess. Kiss his neck? He’s rock hard. Even if you’re just giving him a hickey he’s whimpering and bucking his hips into you.

- Tits man 100%. Doesn’t matter what size, the fact that they’re there is enough. When you’re on top of him he prefers for you to face him so he can watch them bounce. When he’s on top he’s usually in missionary so he can still see them.

- Hair pulling kink, specifically his. He can’t feel the pain, but the yank drives him CRAZY.

- Big on oral. Giving or receiving, he doesn’t care. If he’s giving he prefers for you to sit on his face, but he’d never admit that.

- His favorite place to do it is tight spaces. Closets, cars, narrow alleyways. Especially if it adds to the thrill of getting caught.

- STAMINA. He cums crazy fast, but he’s definitely able to make up for it with how many rounds he can go. Even if he came a few minutes ago, it’s already up and ready to go again.

- Likes to have music playing in the back while you do it. He probably already made a playlist the second you started dating, but if you ever want to choose the music he doesn’t mind.

- At first he’s self conscious about his abilities, but after some time and seeing how good you feel he’s a cocky motherfucker. Slyly grinning and looking at you all worn out after a few rounds boosts his ego to the moon.

- Dim lighting all the way. He wants to be able to see you, but he feels too exposed when it’s too bright.

- Not completely opposed to a threesome, it depends on who it is. He’s more protective than possessive, so if he trusts the person enough he’d be okay with it. If it had to be anyone in the mansion it would probably be Cody or Liu, but he’d make sure you’re okay with it.

- Rabid horny teenager.

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[magicalbunbun]

I have a question, do you have any creepypasta oc?

Not really but I do have MC one

The stereotype y/n everyone hate, but instead a small innocent girl who needs her alpha boyfriend, she doesn't need one! She is the wolf that everyone run away from just to not get hit by her axe that many died from! No! She save the people from the forest from creepypasta and proxy's! She isn't scared to fight!

[death-himself]

slendermansion but as a metaphor for abusive households and mental health

slendermansion as a metaphor for abused kids growing up being more likely to end up in abusive relationships

slendermansion where slenderman is a metaphor for mental health and the mansion is someone’s refusal to accept help and instead just keep spiraling into an even worse state because they don’t see anything better for themselves or don’t think they deserve better

that’s basically what my AU that i don’t know how to explain is lol also they fuckin rebel and kill slendy at the end

[sootrootdoot]

jeff discovers fan fiction lmk if u cant read my hand writing lmfao

ben is like eh its 'fiction' but also because he likes reading them too LMAO

[bottle-o-wonder]

Kinktober 2024 List

Prompts from @dreamlandcreations!

First Time w/ Jeff the Killer

Wet Dream w/ Hobo Heart

Sexting w/ Ben Drowned (obvi)

Drunk Sex w/ Tim Wright

Blindfold w/ Eyeless Jack

Reunion Sex w/ Toby Rogers

Praise & Spanking w/ Liu Woods

Dirty Talk w/ Brian Thomas

Aftercare w/ Laughing Jack

Amnesia w/ Jeffery Mason

Public Sex w/ Puppeteer

Role Reversal

Formal & Daddy Kink

Make-up & Face Sitting

Massaging

Jealousy

Fingering

Shame/Guilt

Forced Marrige

Body Worship

Thigh Riding

Window Sex

Stalking

Captive

Somnophilia

Masturbation

Accidental Stimulation

Glory Hole

Creampie

Teasing & Forbidden

???

😮‍💨😵‍💫 Have a lot to catch up on! Comment your guesses for Halloween, and I'll get as many stories done as possible. Ben is 20-ish as are the rest of them.

[startheskelaton]

Doodles of the older brothers! They are able to look like humans to other humans and Monsters to other monsters. However it takes a lot of focus to be able to keep the illusion up

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

More species stuff:

Voidlings:

Cat like creatures that are made of pure void. Range im size from a small hamster to an oversized jaguar. They are loyal creatures who can be found among the Hollows kept as pets. Diet consists of souls and animals.

Hollows:

Sapient species native to the Abyss. They are usually all black, and tend to be faceless.

Height ranges from a foot to upwards of a hundred.

Sometimes referred to as shadow people, they are not

Have a tendency to be between life and death

Generally loners, only coming together to reproduce

Diet consists of souls lost to the abyss.

Capable of creating true hybrids with Valdernak resulting in Void-kin.

Had a war with the Valdernak eons ago

This war is still fresh among Hollow Elders, but long faded into legend by Valdernak and the young.

Hates the ones who want to continue the war

Void-kin

Hybrids between Valdernak and Hollows. Generally born pure white and identical to their Valdernak parent without the tendrils. Able to control void and the elements, though their elemental ability is very much twisted. With trees growing black and twisted, and plants dying at command. The wind bringing the first breath of winter, and flames hotter than hell fire at cracked earth. Water is the element left untouched by a Void-kin's touch.

As adults they range from pale white to a dark grey, exhibiting the same gradient pattern as the Valderna on their hands and feet.

Traditionalists will hunt and kill Void-kin before they mature, as upon Maturity Void-kin cease to have functional immortality and gain true immortality, walking the line between life and death.

Diet is identical to a Valdernak's, though they can survive off souls if needed.

Traditionalists:

Pure-bred Valdernak that believe that the war between the Hollows and the Valdernak should continue. Often hating any kind of hybrid, they are often inbred creatures that are looked down upon by their own species. Of course due to the fact that they often come in pods over twenty, others must abide by their rules,until the opportunity to slit each of their throats arise. Void-kin are especially hated and many a Valdernak child has died to these insane zealots hands.

[bluu3berry]

My dream fam <3

Younger brother: Ticci toby Middle brother: Ben drowned Older brother: Eyeless jack + Jeff the killer Sister - Sally williams Father: entity 303, herobrine, slenderman Uncle: Splendorman, trenderman, Offenderman

pet: smile dog

that was how i viewed it- with a view addons... I always wanted to run away to the woods and find myself in the family just join them lol, still to this day i draw their little symbol (circle + X )

[mywanderingeye]

Ildar Sokolov photographed by Julia Potatueva

[thediaryofaurora]

𐬿Kinktober - Day 1𐬾

Theme: Bondage / knifeplay

Pairing: Jeff the Killer x friend!reader

CW: NSFW, smut without plot, f!reader

Happy Kinktober everyone! This is my first time writing smut since my Wattpad days, so bear with me. 😓

𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼

After all your past flings and hookups, you needed something more.

The guys you’ve met have all been too vanilla, leaving you unsatisfied. If you know anything, it’s that any of the girls Jeff takes to his room get their shit rocked; or at least that’s what you concluded from the screams and his broken bed frame. You’ve talked to him before, hell, you’d even consider yourself friends. However now, standing outside his door with your fist clenched ready to knock, that feeling of anxiousness is overwhelming. Maybe you should just walk away, but that option is thrown out the window when you hear his bed creek as he sits down. You need this. Finally building up the courage, you finally knock.

Tap tap tap.

It was gentle, maybe he didn’t hear it. Hopefully he didn’t. A wave of relief washes over you at the thought. Right when you turned to walk away, your head snapped back to his door as it opened. He was leaned against the door frame, it was obvious he had just gotten out of the shower. Strange to see him in such a natural state, it made the fantasy of him in your head even more real. Hair dripping, towel dry skin, a black wife beater, gray baggy sweatpants, and the aroma of his soap swirling around your head. He didn’t say anything, just a furrowed brow and confused look, but after noticing your shakiness and nervous glare he knew you wouldn’t be the first to speak.

“What?” His tone was on the brink of harsh, maybe even a little bit worried.

“Can I come in?” Your small, anxiety ridden voice was unusual for him to see. He opened his door wider and stepped to the side. You walked in, your hands still quivering, awkwardly making your way to the middle of his room. He could tell something was off, normally you seemed strangely comfortable around him, it almost made him mad to see you so… uncomfortable.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your gentle voice making the filthy demand sound so innocent. His heart dropped into his stomach, are you kidding? In all honesty, you even shocked yourself. He stood by his doorway in silence, staring at you like you were the crazy one. Softly he shut the door and walked over to you, throwing you over his shoulder and making you let out a small gasp. Before you could think he dropped you onto his bed on your back, knocking the wind out of you. He stood over you, looking down into your desperate gaze. Gently he began to slip of his tank top, his abs almost a shocker to you. It’s not like you didn’t know he was fit, but seeing it now, knowing what’s about to happen is exhilarating. After tossing his shirt to the floor he walked away, heading towards his closet. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but what if he changes his mind? Dragging out a box and digging through it, the silence in the room was so prominent. You thought he’d say more, or have any reaction for that matter. Realistically he was just as nervous as you; what if you changed your mind?

Your eyes widened as he walked over to you, carrying a few feet of dark red rope and two pairs of black handcuffs. You felt disgusting not being worried about what he’ll do, your panties soaking up your eagerness. He took your left arm and handcuffed it to his metal bed frame, then the next. He seemed so unfazed by the whole situation, simply walking to the end of his bed and beginning to tie your legs to either side of the foot board. He needed to hurry up, you need it now. Not even able to run your thighs together, absolutely no source of friction, making you grow impatient.

Walking to his nightstand he opened a drawer, taking out a belt of knives. You did want it rough, but that’s a little far, right? He took out a thin knife with rigged edges, seemingly brand new, before setting the pack back in his drawer. “What are you going to do with that?” You ask, the fear of him stopping no longer relevant. He looked up at you, seemingly surprised that you said anything after your everlasting silence. All he gave you was a smirk before getting on top of you, tugging at the hemline of your shorts. “You like these?”

“Yeah..? I mean they’re..” Before you could finish he took the small knife and cut them off, tugging them out from under you and throwing them to the side. To be fair, even if you had liked them a lot, the sight of him shirtless tearing off your bottoms was worth it. “What about the shirt?” He asked, gesturing to your shirt with his knife, but you knew no matter what your answer was it would get cut. At a loss for words, drowning in desperation, you shook your head. He put the knife against the bottom hem of your shirt before cutting it all the way to the neckline, exposing your lace bra. Then he moved onto the sleeves, cutting each of them until your shirt was nothing but a torn cloth beneath you. As you arched your back just barely so he could pull what remains of your shirt out from under you, he put the knife to your throat. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your chest, you knew he wouldn’t do anything… or at least you hoped he wouldn’t. The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. His nonchalant demeanor completely wiped away, replaced by a desperate, hungry glare as he looked in your eyes, at the knife, and back to you. He’s been wanting this. As fearful as you were, when he slightly moved his hips down to yours his boner was enough to distract you. Gently, so so gently, you began to grind your hips against his, the knife still at your throat. With the restraints there wasn’t much you could do, but you thought maybe if he noticed he’d take over. He gave you a playful look of disgust before a firm hand was placed to your stomach, forcing your hips down. “Use your words, baby.” His voice made your core ache, so horribly turned on that you could barely think. “Please, Jeff… I…”

“You what?” He teased with that dirty look in his eyes. He knows you want this. Slowly he leans down to your chest, dragging the knife across your bra, before setting it down beside you on the bed. Your confusion quickly passed when he began nibbling and placing tender kisses on your neck as he undid your bra, sliding it off of you and throwing it under his bed. The cool air of his room making your warm tits harden, the perkiness enough to make Jeff tired of the foreplay. He stated taking off his sweatpants and boxers, his dick springing out. You expected him to be on the bigger side, but not like that. His tip was already glistening in precum, so excited to be inside you. Looking down at your panties he let out a small exhale, holding himself back before grabbing his knife and shredding them off. The sight of your bare cunt was enough alone to make his length twitch, he was dying to fuck you. He glanced up at you, looking into your needy, desperate eyes. He licked his lips before giving himself a few pumps and scooting closer and lining his tip up with your throbbing pussy. “Are you ready, gorgeous?”

“Yes, yes please.” You sputter eagerly. With how gentle he’s been you expected him to slowly guide it in, maybe even talk you through it. Instead he slammed it all in at once, making you scream. He had already hit your cervix, as much as the sudden stretch hurt, the pleasure overrode it. You had never had someone so big put it in, let alone as rough. After soaking in you for a few seconds he pulled it all the way out, a whimper escaping your mouth. “Too big for you?” He laughed. His condescending tone only made you more horny.

Before you could answer he slammed back inside you, your eyes screwing shut from the pain as you let out a loud moan. This time he didn’t wait to pull out, he was already thrusting back in. His pace was rapid and harsh as he abused your poor, helpless cunt. Your body tensed as you tried to pull away from your restraints, but they wouldn’t budge, making you even more of a sex toy for him. He continued pumping in and out of you at an ungodly speed while digging his fingers into your hips. His panting and grunts grew louder, as he looked down at your tied up form, completely at his disposal.

“Is it good, baby?” He taunted, clenching his jaw as he took in the feeling of your clingy, gummy walls around him. Your head was fuzzy as the knot in your stomach tied, watching him stare into your eyes so teasingly. It was pure euphoria, your clenched cunt being used like this while you’re tied up. You felt your climax coming to a breaking point, your moans and panting making it too difficult to speak. “J-Jeff I’m.. I’m gonna- Ah, fuck!” Your screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room while your cum coated his cock, but he didn’t stop there. He picked his knife back up and positioned himself on top of you, still ruining your pussy as he pressed the knife to your tits and cut little slits into you. Your winces mixed with your moans while he gave you more cuts all of we your chest, ravaging into you and licking the blood away from his previous work. The grip he had on his knife tightened and his mouth fell, his thrusts growing sloppy signaling he was about to finish. Grunting and tossing his knife aside he grabbed you by the neck, pining you even more to the bed, and kissing you roughly as his cum filled your cunt. He rode out his high inside you, his pace slowing down before he pulled out and collapsed beside you.

“Was the at what you wanted?” He panted, trying to use a degrading tone, but you knew he was worried you wanted something more.

“Absolutely.”

𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼

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