#creepypasta demons

[sharp-silver4795]

EJ’s Anatomy Rant

The people have spoken!!! We landed on EJ (Eashar) for our anatomy rants 😌

This is SOOOO LONG!!!! You have been warned!!

Warning:

This post is about anatomy!! There will be references to reproductive organs and systems. BUT!!!! This is not true for humans!! There are references to human anatomy and how it normally works, but EJ is NOT human!!!

Order of Post

So, I’m going to be going in order of different systems or groups of similar organs. It may not be completely organized lol

I’ve talked a bit about this before, but physiology is just “structure determines function” and everything works together for either evolutionary benefits or to maintain homeostasis (internal balance). So, in this post I am going over strange parts of Eashar’s anatomy that have a purpose!!

Side Gaps: Openings on his sides from the middle of his ribcage to his navel

They have four parts to them: the capture frills, soft divider, tough divider, and the sacks.

These are purely for homeostasis!

Breathing

While he’s eating since he can’t breathe while swallowing (humans also can’t breathe while swallowing!)

These openings can also help him breathe if his trachea (windpipe) is obstructed.

Basically, his body will take note that blood oxygen levels are low and one side will act for inhaling and the other for exhaling

For inhalation, the tough divider will move and the capture frills will flatten to allow open passages to his lungs

For Exhalation, the capture frills will open and the soft divider will shift and the tough divider will move.

Heat Regulation

He has a natural body temperature of 42°C, so he overheats very easily.

Simply, he will expel extremely hot water vapor out of these.

The frills are going to open and even expand, the tough divider is going to fold back towards the lungs, and the soft divider will completely obstruct the passage to the lungs.

The frills will then pump out a big burst of water vapor at 50-70°C so that a lot of heat can get out quickly.

Gas Release

When I talked about his digestive system, I mentioned a lot of gas will be released.

These gaps are the main way it gets out.

The structure doesn’t change at all, the frills are open, expanding and contracting to push it all out.

I already explained his digestive system! You can look through my posts to see it!

The Tail: it has a lot of different uses and functions to help him live.

I already explained a lil bit of tail in the general HC post.

Spine + Spinal Cord

This is kind of a given with the tail, it’s part of his spine. So, his spinal cord is also going down his tail.

Spinal Cord Injuries, no matter where they are, would basically paralyze him.

His tail is (at his stage in life) mainly for gas release and self defense.

It’s mostly muscle and bone, but has little air sacks underneath (what looks like) thorns that lay flat into it.

Hungry or Sick?

When he gets sick because he ate something he wasn’t supposed to, his actions can simulate what he does when he’s extremely hungry.

He doesn’t speak, he mainly lays down like he can’t move, is gnawing on his hands or scratching at his knees (poor baby 🥺), and shifting on and off of his stomach.

An easy way to see if he’s hungry or sick is the “bulge” at the end of his tail.

If it’s hard and condensed, he’s sick. If it’s barely visible or very small, then he’s hungry.

When he’s full, it seems really natural on him- idk how to explain.

The bulge comes from his digestive system. The acid bladder rests nearly the upper base of his tail.

When it can’t process what’s inside of it (anything other than human meat or water) the substance stays there and builds up, usually getting coagulatedz

When it’s basically empty, the bulge disappears. When he is well fed/full the bulge is there because his digestive system is working properly.

He can Power Off:

He can shut down bodily functions willingly and sort of on command.

This helps him when he needs to cool down or if he gets sick (which is almost never)

Defense:

Gas Release

Each area of his body that releases gas has a higher concentration of a certain gas over the rest.

Gas - Tail

The boney folding spikes on his tail have the ability to release gas naturally and forcefully.

They specifically release mostly Hydrogen since that is the main gas that could likely cause a lot of internal damage it will literally make some of his organs explode

Hydrogen on its own is not going to do much since it doesn’t hurt people too much.

So, his body will push a bunch of heat and oxygen into his tail.

This makes hydrogen and oxygen gas along with water vapor at about 70-90°C.

It also gets pushed out with a lot of force that it can cause lethal burns and injuries.

Gas - Side Gaps

They mainly handle the release of Ammonia which is deadly for humans to breathe.

Because he has complete control over everything in his body, he can “seal” the sacks with the soft dividers while the tough dividers are going to allow the ammonia to stay away from the lungs.

If he needs to get out in a pinch- give everyone around him ammonia poisoning ^^

No Way Out?

Worst case scenario, if he can’t escape, he’ll chomp his own tail and end himself.

Reproductive System:

3 Penises ~ Evolutionary

The Primary organ is the largest and sort of in the center between the 3. It’s about 20cm long 👀

It’s responsible for the production and the release of sperm and sexual arousal.

Because it is for both the production and release it is rather thick so that the pressure doesn’t hurt him.

The other two are of equal size and considered secondary, they are about 10-15cm

They are for making sure that the sperm stays inside or preventing sperm from going into the receiving party.

As a contraceptive, they fold over the center organ vertically/diagonally to prevent the release of sperm so that he can pull out without any risk.

As a conceptive I don’t think it’s a real word, but i hope it makes sense they will wrap themselves around the center completely horizontally, so he can’t pull out without hurting himself.

They’re all internal until he’s aroused. This is mainly because of the center being so sensitive, any sort of blow to the crotch would ruin his reproductive system.

Female Anatomy?!? ~ Evolutionary

Yup! EJ has partial female anatomy.

I’m gonna go into more of this later, but all Rose Demons have mixed sexes and reproduce homosexually or asexually, depending on the “subspecies” of the demon.

For EJ the slit his penises hide in can shift and change, depending on who he is sleeping with.

So, he can use his slit as a vagina-equivalent!

Pregnancy XD ~ Evolutionary

Rose Demons in general are born REALLY small like 20-30cm at most and this is after being alive for a few days!

When they pop out, they’re only 15-20cm.

If EJ were to get pregnant (which won’t ever happen cuz Liu isn’t a Rose Demon, so it won’t work) the baby actually grows in the space of his penises.

They just are pulled to little pouches that are made to hold them when/if he is pregnant.

And there is no pain in birth for male Rose Demons. Their kid just slip out.

They can only have one kid at a time.

Mating Behavior ~ Evolutionary

Rose Demons have a “hierarchy” of who they can have sex with and who dominates who. Crimson Rose Demons (Male form of Red Rose- what Eashar is) are considered the 3rd rank. Only Nightshade (Male Black Rose) and Violet (Male Purple Rose - Selcra) Demons are able to dominate/impregnate him.

I’ve had this draft here for idek how long- I need to call it here-

[lolapath]

Ahhh my favourite drink 🍷 the og post (Ig?)

[skyeconch]

Y/N type 1 : Man, that character’s hot 🥰

Y/N type 1 : I’d like to hold hands with them or something, only if they wanted to 👉👈

Y/N type 2 : I’d like them to take me in the kitchen—

Y/N type 2 : bend me over the stove and spank me with a spatula

Y/N type 1 : huh?? 😰

Y/N type 2 : then I’d like them to take me to the bedroom—

Y/N type 1 : what happened to “hi, how are you” ??? 😭😭

Y/N type 2 : —kiss me so hard that I can’t breathe

Y/N type 2 : in fact, I’m going to put this in my username so that this is the first thing anyone know—

[reaminaart]

Wips because I feel a bit burnt out

Trying simpler styles and practicing lineart, because full-on painting constantly gets a bit exhausting

Also LennamerxJeff has been my recent obsession

[vrfinalgirl]

CUPIDS KINKTOBER 2024 !!

welcome to cupids first kinktober!! I’m so so excited to do this and it’s going to span over all three of my accounts !! @suneslvr @cupids-archives #requests are open 😇

current hyper fixations are, dc, mha, lmk, black myth wukong, creepypasta/slashers, degrees of lewdity, boyfriend to death(1+2)/tpof, scp, & genshin impact! If I don’t get a request for a specific day the default would be one of these fandoms. 💉 submission rules!

(all of these could be customized!)

₊˚♱ ━ October 1rst -- MONSTER?

🩸: your laying in bed on Halloween night. The air is cold and your bedroom is even colder. As you lure yourself asleep, you hear a ghostly sound coming from your closet!

💉: (stalker x fem!reader, stalking, dub/non-con, death threats, choking, and size kink.)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 5th — MR. SANDMAN!

🩸: your dreams are constantly plagued by a pale figure. Soon these dreams start to become a reality. Will you wake up before he catches you?

💉 : (dream-spirit x fem!reader, coercion, dub-con, overstim, dream-fucking, somnophilia.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 10th — DRACULA!

🩸: As a lonely adventurer you wander the 1800s Europeans streets looking for treasure and lost artifacts, soon you come across a castle with everything you’ve ever wanted, little do you know about the secret that lies above.

💉: (sealed! monster x fem! reader, dub- con, blood play, religious text, monsterfucking, hallucinations, happy ending(?))

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 15th — LOVE POTION.

🩸: you come back to town after a long vacation. Every person you come across has this love crazed look in their eye? You rush to return home after getting cornered by people you’ve thought were your friends? what’s gotten into everyone?!

💉: (threesomes, overstim, breeding, possessiveness, aphrodisiacs, mentions of non-con, and dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 20th — SERIAL KILLER!

🩸: An odd alert shows up on your phone? A serial killer has escaped! and it’s—? … soon you start to receive calls and messages from an unknown number. will you be the sadistic killers new victim?

💉: (knife play, dub-con to consenting, threats, mentions of murder/gore, mentions of rape.)

🔪 : OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 25th — THE CONJURING.

🩸: Series of people in your town have been found in massive murder-suicides. Some believe the small- time life finally got to them. others an otherworldly demon.

💉: (possession, mutual masturbation, monsterfucking, suicide/murder mention, dub-con)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ October 30th — UNDER LOCK AND KEY!

🩸: you and your friend are invited to a Halloween party! Unfortunately the two of you get lost on the way there, however an old timely couple picks you up and allows you to stay for the weekend. Everything seems to get along quite nicely, except for the screaming you hear in the basement.

💉: (mentions of incest, gang-banging, corruption, cockwarming, cannibalism, brat taming,dacraphilia, drug use)

🔪: OPEN

₊˚♱ ━ OCTOBER 31RST — HALLOWEEN.

—- CHOOSE YOUR KINK. + YOUR CHARACTER!

🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN. 🔪: OPEN

[cavities-in-reality]

[jacky-killian]

The Edge of Sleep

Oh the scream I scrumpt at that ending though??????????

Also I haven't drawn an eye in years so like pls forgive me, I'm just so excited to make things about this show haha

[citruswriter]

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Established relationship, chubby coded reader, self esteem issues, brief nippleplay, oral (f! recieving), fem terms, afab reader, overstimulation, hair pulling, squirting, creampie.

Creepypasta Kinktober Prompt: Mirror/Overstimulation

Pairing: Eyeless Jack x Fem Reader

The mirror was not your friend. Far from it in your opinion. The mirror pointed out things you didn't want to see. Stretchmarks and rolls in your skin, loose skin and jiggly thighs. You hated it. Hated the mirror. Hated your body.

But your lovely boyfriend loved it. Loved the divots in your skin that the stretchmarks left. Loved the rolls in your body in his hands. Loved your soft tummy. Loved your plush thighs. You tried your best to see yourself through his eyes, to love your body as he loved it. But it seemed like an impossible task most days.

It had been a long day and your were already snuggled in bed with your phone when your boyfriend came in with something. " What's that?" You question, rising so you were sitting up and looking at the large rectangle. "It's a mirror." Jack said simply, flipping it around to show off the full body mirror, propping it up against the wall.

"Oh! Um... why did you get it?" You ask tentatively. Jack takes off his mask, setting it to the side before kicking his shoes off and crawling onto the bed with you. "Thought it would be nice for some... fun." He says simply, giving a shrug before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Yes it'll be fun to see all my imperfections." You say sarcastically, glaring at your reflection. Jack lets out a low growl, a demonic sound that never fails to make you shiver in delight down your spine and send heat pooling straight to your core.

"You have the body of a goddess, my darling, and I'll be damned if I let you talk down on yourself." He growled out before swiftly moving behind you. You squeak out as he nibbles on your neck, hands moving up your shirt. One hand grasped your soft tummy while the other gripped a breast, claws digging in slightly before moving to tweak a nipple, causing you to gasp out.

"My beautiful mate..." He purrs out and you shudder. "I'm going to fuck you so good that you won't even be able to focus on those silly insecurities." And with that you're flipped onto your back, clawed fingers pulling your sleep shorts and panties down and flinging them off to the side.

His inhuman tongue soon finds its way into your core and you gasp out as he starts to tongue fuck you, thumb finding your pearl and rubbing it harshly. You moan and keen out as he eats you out like your pussy is a five fucking star meal served by Gordan Ramsey himself. His tongue and thumb are working you so wonderfully and it doesn't take long for his skilled actions to make an orgasm start to crest in you. You try to babble out a warning to him but he can already tell your close by the way your walls start to tighten around his tongue. And then he's pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm hitting you like a tidal way as you moan out loudly, pleasure washing over your body.

You expect Jack to pull away, to give you a moment to climb down from your orgasm and recover, but you are given no such luxury. Instead he slings your plush thighs over his shoulders and grips them as he retracts his tongue from your core and instead works it over your clit. You let out a strangled moan as he continues, trying to get a proper gasp of air in your lungs but Jack pushes forward in trying to make you cum again, his tongue working over your clit in patterns that make you whine and arch until once again your orgasm is cresting. You arch you spine, whining out his name as you cum once again and Jack greedily laps at your juices before nipping at your thighs.

"Catch your breath, sweetheart. I'm not even close to being finished." Jack says with a low chuckle. He slips his shirt off and your hands quickly find his abdomen, your soft hands gliding over the hard planes of his torso. He's cold to the touch, but to him you feel warm. Feel like heaven.

His cold hands find their way under your shirt once more and you shudder as he works his way up and up and finally the article is discarded and tossed as well. "So fucking beautiful." He mutters, mouth descending to kiss your neck and breasts, nipping and leaving little marks that would fade within a day or two.

His hand dips to unbuckle his belt and he pulls his cock out, grinding his shaft along your poor abused clit and your hips jerk with overstimulation. "Jack... I'm sensitive." You say softly and he growls. "Good. Gonna fuck your pretty brains out." He purrs back, grinding harder and making you mewl out.

Suddenly your being manhandled, pulled and tugged until your in doggy. He's stripping the last of his clothes off as he presses a hand between your shoulder blades, making you arching your back as he grips our hair and has you look up and into the mirror. "And you're gonna watch me do it do." He purrs, the tip of his dick notching against your entrance before he snaps his hips forwards and fully buries himself in your heat.

You cry out and he wastes no time setting a ruthless pace in you. You're still sensitive from your other two orgasms and it doesn't take long for the feeling of overstimulation to hit you in waves. Your body is trembling, mind going fuzzy with how much pleasure is rippling through your body as he continues to piston his hips in and out of you, snarls and growls that didn't sound human in the slightest falling from his mouth as you moaned and keened underneath him. Your eyes observe the two of you in the mirror.

Jack's face was screwed up with pleasure and concertation as he fucks into you, his muscles rippling under his skin, he looked like a predator. You on the other hand looked completely different. Eyes glazed over, lips parted, chest heaving, hair messy in his hand. You looked so fucked out and you couldn't help but love how you looked like a mess for his cock.

Your eyelids flutter as you feel the familiar feeling of your orgasm. "Close." You whine out and Jack angles your hips, driving in harder as he drills into your g-spot. You moan loudly as he drives you closer and closer to your orgasm. "That's is babygirl. Cum on my cock." He breathes out, driving his hips again and sending you crashing into another orgasm. You curse in a high pitched tone as you cum on his thick cock, your orgasm hitting you more like a freight train this time.

But once again, you are offered little time to recover as Jack fucks you through your orgasm, ramming into you with abandon as he chases his own release. You practically sobbing with overstimulation at this point, body trembling as his hand yanks your hair to keep you looking in the mirror as he fucks you stupid. "One more time, babygirl. Just one more time." He said softly, his voice more breathy as he starts to reach his own end. His spare hand grips you plush side as he fucks into you harder and faster. Your arms collapse from under you but your eyes remain glued to the mirror as you cum once more. Your eyes roll back and your vision whites out as you scream out his name.

Your nerves feel like they're on fire and frazzled, as if you just snatched a star out of the nightsky and took a big bite out of it. As you come to once more, you're aware of many things. How warm your insides are with Jack's pulsing cock and load of cum in you, the droplets that roll down your thighs, the slickness of your cunt.

"Fuck that was amazing." You breathe out and Jack let out a rumbling laugh as he slowly pulled his cock out. "Well you squirted so I'd assume it was." He replied, tone tired but teasing none the less. You felt your cheeks heat up. "Fuck, I squirted?" You ask with a laugh and he only huffs a laugh in response.

He slowly gets up as you let your body collapse on the bed. Jack comes back moments later, running a warm washcloth over your body and cleaning you up before crawling into bed with you. You hum softly, tangling your limbs with his, fingernails tailing over his skin in soothing patterns.

"I love you, beautiful." He murmurs and you smile softly, peppering his face with soft kisses before he snuggles back into you once more, practically purring from your touch.

"I love you too, handsome."

Eyeless Jack, my love. 💞💞💞 I don't think ya'll understand how down bad I am for this man.

Taglist: @rainrot4me

[askticcitobyshit]

Jack has no sense of personal space, especially with love interests close friends

[seekdestr0y]

NO SOMETIMES OR MAYBE FULL SEND

reblog for sample size

[mace-waz-here]

The pain of having interests, common or uncommon, and desperately wanting to talk about them with someone, but having this deep rooted shame and guilt almost of talking about them with anyone, even if they show direct interest in hearing me talk. Even if we share the interest I just can’t without feeling horrible.

[fleshdeliveryboy]

Canon this, canon that. Canon is irrelevant. Jeff the killer was a young schizophrenic boy with religious trauma and awful parents and was practically raised by his older brother bc of it until The Incident. And he's southern. And gay.

[imauthicktic]

Also I’m making a prompt where the reader says to whoever “I’m tired of men having slutty little waists” cause I think this is funny to imagine their reactions

[just-a-creep-babe]

A Demon’s Ache — Part 20

Eyeless Jack x Reader

A Demon's Ache Masterlist

Commissioned by @cookiereblogss — thank you so so much for your whole support throughout this entire series! It genuinely wouldn’t be here without you, and I appreciate it so much 💓💗💖

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

Pain

Before he can even begin to understand where he is, all he can register is pain

His body’s numb with it

A groan escapes him

Blood pounds in his eardrums

It feels like his head’s being split open from the inside—he can’t remember the last time he had such a bad migraine

He reaches up to press his hands to his head, as if doing so could alleviate his headache, and the movement is accompanied by the sound of metal clanging against metal

He pauses, his body stiffening as he realizes there's a weight around his wrists

He’s chained down to something

With a disgruntled sound, he forces his attention to his surroundings

The first thing he notices is that he’s in some sort of basement, with dark wood-paneled walls and bare stone floors

He’s not wearing his mask, his face uncomfortably exposed for anyone to see, but that’s the least of his problems right now

He's kneeling, chained to the wall, he realizes, in front of both you and The Operator

Worry laces your features

The scent of your stress and fear permeates the otherwise stale, dead air

Panic infiltrates Jack's system as things start to click into place

What happened?

He tries to think back to the last thing he remembers; something about running through the forest, something about wanting to kill

But the more he tries to remember, the louder that dull pounding in his head grows, and he realizes he just can't concentrate properly

Not right now, anyway, not like this

He tries to shake the discomfort off, and then, feeling awkward just kneeling there in front of the both of you, he stands

Or, at least, he tries to stand, but his legs are shaky and unstable, like he recently over-exerted himself, and his muscles are too stiff to function properly, so he gives up, and simply stays on the dirty floor

“Jack…” you say his name, then hesitate, like you’re scared or uncertain about something

It breaks his heart

He wants to reach out and comfort you

Before anything else—before even figuring out what happened and why he’s here—he just wants to make sure you’re ok

Jack Nyras

He flinches at the sound of his name, his real, full name, echoed in his mind by The Operator's rumbling hiss

He can't remember the last time he heard that name—it feels like lifetimes ago

He'd almost forgotten it entirely, and, in all honesty, he would've preferred to keep it that way

You have violated the laws of the Safe House

Static fills his mind, growing in intensity with every word

What is your defense?

Defense?

He can hardly remember what happened, and now he's supposed to defend himself?

He tries to concentrate again, tries to think through the noise crowding his head

He remembers making it to a cabin—the proxies' cabin?

He remembers wood splintering and glass shattering, and then there was something about a fight, something about squeezing someone's neck between his hands, feeling pleasure as their life slowly drained away

He shivers, repressing the memory

What is your defense?

The question is repeated, louder this time, noticeably less forgiving and more commanding

"I-I don't know," Jack admits out loud, "I don't have one"

You are aware of the consequences of violating the laws of the Safe House

Even though it isn't a question, it's phrased as though The Operator expects an answer

And so, with a nod, Jack complies

"I am"

The faceless monster tilts its head to the side, the motion, of which, might’ve been unnerving if Jack hadn’t grown so used to it

Do you accept the consequences?

The hybrid furrows his brows

The biggest rule of the mansion was to never intentionally harm another resident

The punishments ranged in severity depending on circumstance, but Jack definitely had the intention to kill—and to kill one of Slender’s beloved proxies, nonetheless

Having him ask if he accepted the consequences could only mean one thing; he was about to face expulsion

How could he just accept that?

He looks up at you, at your fear, at your nervousness and confusion and uncertainty

What about her? Why did you drag her down to see this?

He doesn't say it out loud, but he directs his question to the eldritch being

Her presence is for her own benefit, seeing as her fate is tied to yours

It takes him a moment to register the low timber pervading his mind

And, at first, he almost thinks he didn't understand correctly

"What do you mean?"

He asks the question slowly, carefully, keeping his voice low as if to contain the mix of emotions threatening to surface

He doesn't look away from you as he asks, either—he can't

He wants to see your reaction, wants to know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling

Part of him is also curious to see if you understand what they're talking about, based solely on his side of the conversation

Or maybe you’re having your own internal discussion with The Operator at the same time

But then he notices the obvious confusion and burning curiosity stirring alongside your fear, and he realizes you really don’t know

She has become inherently tied to you; she will share your decided fate, it repeats

"What? Why? That doesn't make any sense," he jerks in his chains; a futile attempt to free himself

She didn't do anything wrong

He adds in that last part in his head because he doesn’t want you to know what they're talking about

Part of him still insists on sheltering you from as much of this mess as possible

It is simply how things must come to pass

The Operator expresses it with such an air of indifference that it makes Jack's blood boil

"I refuse," Jack hisses

After everything he's done, everything he did to you—he can't be the reason you're expelled

He's caused enough disorder in your life as is

You have no choice, The Operator answers simply

"Give me the choice," Jack insists, a snarl accidentally rippling out of him as his anger bubbles out

And it isn't like him at all to succumb to his anger so easily; he usually prides himself on his ability to remain calm and collected, even in tense situations

But it’s like this whole thing is just grating on his nerves at this point

And it’s even worse since you’re involved in this, too

And that's when it suddenly clicks that this must be one of the many effects of the mark

You have no choice, The Operator repeats, and as the voice fills his head, so does an overwhelming wave of static

Jack chokes back another snarl

His muscles tense, and he grits his teeth, trying to bear the pain threatening to split his head open again

"S-stop—don't hurt him!"

Hearing you cry out for him, he looks up, right as another surge of agony knocks the breath out of him

It's dizzying

The pain pushes and presses up against his skull, like his head's suddenly way, way too crowded and it's on the verge of bursting

Once it's filled his mind, left with no other space to invade, it travels down his nervous system like a flash of electricity, burning every single nerve ending along the way

It's excruciating

The intensity drowns out everything in his surroundings

Somewhere at the back of his mind, he hears you crying out again, but he can't make out the words over the shrill ringing in his ears

He sees you trying to reach for him, sees The Operator's tendrils appear out of nowhere to wrap around you, to hold you back from helping him

Jack hisses out through gritted teeth

His chest heaves with labored breaths as he’s violated from the inside-out

Something cold licks up his thoughts, and then all at once, his memories are forced to surface

Every interaction, every intimate moment shared between the two of you is brought up and laid bare for The Operator to pick through

The steamy exchanges, the longing, the private glances, the first kiss—all of the back and forth, the tangle of emotions and miscommunications that'd been treasured in his memories is yanked from the privacy he'd previously taken for granted

No, no, no—stop—stop doing this—make it stop

Even through the burning pain, the words repeat themselves over and over in his head—as if merely thinking it could stop him

He'd rather be tortured than forced to expose everything like this

It’s beyond violating—he’s tarnishing the intimacy of the memories by being so rough and cruel with them

He doesn’t know how long it lasts—it feels like a short, endless eternity

And then, before he knows it, it’s all over

The agony subsides like it was never there to begin with, and he's left dizzy and nauseous, and torn between wanting to cry and wanting to kill the damn bastard with his bare hands

When he looks up at you, an apology hangs at the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't have time to express it as he notices the fear in your eyes, now more intense than ever, as The Operator's tentacles twist and writhe around your form

One quick snap would be all it takes to kill you

He lurches forward, about to plead, about to say anything to save you, when you open your mouth and speak

"I- I don't know," you say, and he realizes The Operator's in your mind now, having a conversation about God-knows-what

He wants to interrupt, wants to beg him not to hurt you, but at the same time, he's scared doing just that will jeopardize your safety

You chew at your lip, looking at Jack with uncertainty clear on your features

"It's-it's complicated—please, just, don't—"

You cut yourself off with a wince, and when you squirm in Slender’s hold, the tendrils tighten even further around you like he's planning on suffocating you

Jack holds his breath

He doesn't know whether or not he should say something

He's never felt so helpless

You wince again, squeezing your eyes shut

"Yes," you answer, and Jack's just about dying to know the context of the exchange

The following seconds trickling are unbearably slow and agonizing

Your eyes keep darting back and forth uncertainly, looking at him, looking at Slender, then back to him with your brows furrowed in contemplation

Just free her, he pleads internally, just let her go and I won't cause any more trouble

But almost immediately as he thinks it, your breath catches in your throat with a gasp

“N-no—don’t,” he tries to beg, knowing what’s coming, but as soon as he opens his mouth, you scream

Pain contorts your features, your body going rigid before you twist and jerk to try to free yourself

God, he can’t stand it

He can’t stand the sound of your pain, the sight of your visceral gut-wrenching agony

"Stop, stop! Make it stop—I'll do anything!"

Pleas falling on deaf ears, he snarls, jerking forward only to have the chains snap him back into place

Your screaming overrides his humanity—whatever was left of his rational mind evaporates and leaves behind his baser instincts

It turns him into a monster

He doesn’t hear himself snarling and growling over your pained cries

He doesn’t hear the chains groaning in protest, doesn’t register the feeling of them bending with strain as he pulls against them with all of his force

He just needs to make it stop

The metal creaks unpleasantly as he gains an inch, and then another one after that

The fixture restraining him to the wall goes taut, and then, all at once, it finally snaps off

The tentacles disappear as he rushes toward you

He wraps his arms around you, pressing you close to his chest, as if the less distance there is between the both of you, the better he can protect you

The last thing he thinks is that he'd die for you, and then everything goes dark

He wakes up sore and disoriented, which seems to be a recurring theme as of late

Except, this time, instead of being in some shady basement, he's... outside, in the forest

Sun peaks through the canopy of the trees, dappling the grass in bright patches of warmth

With a groan, Jack sits upright

His mask is staring up at him from a bed of wildflowers

He picks it up, fixes it over his face, and looks around

He doesn't immediately recognize this part of the forest, which would worry him—if a more intense kind of panic didn't immediately seize his chest at the realization that you're not anywhere around

He wastes no time standing up, ignoring the protest of his aching muscles, and moving in the direction of the sun

But he only makes it maybe 20 minutes or so when he feels a presence behind him

He tenses, knowing it could only be one person

And, surely enough, when he turns around, he finds Slender facing him expectantly

"Where is she?"

He wastes no time asking the question

Fuck everything else, he just needs to know you're ok

(Y/n) has made a bargain, it informs, and it sets Jack on edge even more so than he already was

She has 24 hours to decide, among other things, whether or not she is willing to become your mate

Jack's throat tightens

Failure to accept, or failure to decide, will result in both of you being expelled from the Safe House

He’s condemned you, Jack thinks, much to his horror; because of this mess he’s created, he’s inadvertently forcing you to either live a life you don’t want, or lose the one you currently cherish so deeply

It's all his fault

Nausea like bile rises in his throat

“Is there… is there any other way around this?” he insists, “Can't you just expel me, and leave her out of this? She didn’t do anything to deserve punishment—she didn't break any rules”

The Operator tilts his head to the side

The mere notion that a compromise is being permitted is an exception not permitted to most. There is no other way

“What about—“ he tries again, balling his fists at his side as he refuses to accept things, “what about if—if things don't pan out," he takes a deep breath, knowing it's a plausible reality, "and we're both kicked out—if we sort things outside of the mansion, and come to some kind of peaceful agreement or understanding together—could she still be allowed in?”

A tense second passes as The Operator considers his question

If, it clarifies, you and (y/n) come to an agreement that guarantees you will not be jeopardizing the sanctuary of the Safe House, I may consider her re-admittance based on a very strictly defined set of terms

The burden on his shoulders lightens somewhat

It isn’t much, but it’s something—something he can cling to if nothing else works

Some kind of hope

You are to remain here until the decision is taken, or the time otherwise reaches its end

And, just like that, he vanishes

For the rest of the morning—or, at least, what he assumes to be morning, based on the position of the sun—Jack wanders aimlessly through the forest

He thinks about the past few hours, how quickly everything spiraled, how it's all his fault

He doesn't know how you could ever manage to forgive him—much less accept being his mate

He runs through hundreds of scenarios in his head, trying to figure out the best course of action that would guarantee you keep your spot at the mansion

Jack's not an idiot; he's always known Slender's had an eye on him, so to speak

Maybe he could strike up his own bargain; becoming a proxy in exchange for your guaranteed residence at the mansion

He'll sell his soul to the devil for you, if he has to

Time trickles by slowly, painfully so

He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he just overthinks, and overthinks, and overthinks some more after that

The sun crests over the midway point in the sky, dips down a few inches, and still, no word from Slender

He sits, leaning his back against a tree, and tries to relax, tries to fall asleep or something to pass the time—but it, of course, is impossible to do so

He digs his fingers into the soft dirt

He feels the earth give way beneath his nails, and it reminds him of the feeling of tearing organs from a body

He pulls out a patch of grass, sprinkles it around him, repeats the motion

He’s ripped out maybe half a dozen handfuls when he feels that presence in front of him again

He looks up, and sees The Operator looking down at him

You are free to return to the mansion

It’s all he says before disappearing

The demon’s heart leaps up his throat

He stands, and starts making his way toward what he can only guess to be the mansion’s general direction

He doesn’t know why the damn bastard couldn’t have just teleported him there, or why he was forced to wait in this forest, but none of that matters right now

All that matters is he has the chance to see you again, to make sure you’re ok

It takes him longer than he would’ve liked to make it, but a few hours into his trek, he spots that familiar shape of the large building just up ahead

He picks up the pace, nearly jogging the rest of the way

He doesn’t wait a moment longer to make it to your room

As soon as he reaches it and makes it to your room, he notices that your door’s wide open, but you’re not inside

He takes in a slow, steadying breath

His room

He should check his own room; maybe you figured it’d be better to meet him there

After everything that’s been said and done, even despite Slender’s verdict, he doesn’t want to get his hopes crushed

Which is why he keeps his expectations exceptionally low as he beelines it to his room

And after everything that’s happened up until this point, it almost doesn’t even feel real when he sees you there; curled up in his bed, your eyes closed and your breathing slow and steady with his pillow hugged to your chest

He walks up to the bed, careful to not wake you

But either you weren’t sleeping, or you weren’t in a very deep sleep, because you immediately open your eyes when he gets to the edge of the bed

“…Hey,” you say, softly, your voice gentle, with a faint smile on your lips

“Hey,” he answers

You move over a few inches to make space for him, then pat the empty space next to you

He’s, admittedly, somewhat hesitant, somewhat nervous to accept the offer

But when he does, and when you cuddle up next to him, and he can hold you in his arms again so that nothing could hurt you, he finally relaxes around you

It wasn’t a secret that the hybrid had a thing for you

But now you knew; knew how badly he wanted you, knew the lengths he’d go to please you, to make you his

Maybe he’s not so hopeless after all, he thinks

Maybe, just maybe, things are going to be ok

[cavities-in-reality]

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Can I request something? Headcanons maybe for a reader who loves to cook/bake?

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Cooking Up Love: Headcanons with a Culinary Reader in Creepypasta, Slashers, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Demon SlayerHey there, lovely readers! 💖 Today, I’m diving into a super cute and adventurous world of headcanons, all inspired by a delightful request from my Tumblr! 🌟 Our focus will be on a sweet reader who loves to cook and bake, weaving countless delicious moments with some beloved characters from Creepypasta, Slashers, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Demon Slayer. So grab your aprons, and let’s whip up some fun headcanons that are sure to make you smile!

Creepypasta

1. Eyeless Jack

Eyeless Jack is intrigued by your cooking skills. At first, he’s a bit hesitant about the ingredients you use, but once he tastes your homemade chili, he can’t get enough. He loves to sit at the kitchen table while you cook, his glowing eyes fixated on you as he admires your skillfulness. When you bake cookies, he’s always sneaking one (or three) while you’re busy mixing dough, and he might even share some of his "special" ingredients with you.

2. Ticci Toby

Toby gets super excited whenever you bake! He loves how the smell of cookies wafts through the house, and he’s always the first one to offer you help—often resulting in flour fights. He appreciates the chaos of the kitchen, and after a successful baking session, he loves to cuddle up with you while enjoying your treats. Your special chocolate chip cookies are like a love language to him!

3. Tim Wright (Masky)

Tim admires your culinary talents from a distance; he thinks it’s incredible how you can create such delicious meals. When you invite him to help in the kitchen, he’s a bit clumsy but earnest, and he always appreciates the meals you prepare. He’ll often surprise you with cooking utensils or ingredients he thinks you might like. As a treat, he loves to keep a stash of your homemade goodies in his locker, savoring them during his long nights out.

4. Hoodie

Hoodie is more of a silent admirer, but when you cook or bake, he can’t resist joining. He’s the type to casually lean against the doorframe, watching as you whip up something delightful. He loves that you make time for yourself and will always find a way to sneak a taste. As a bonus, he loves to help with the cleanup, although he might do more of a mess than help!

Slashers

1. Michael Myers

Michael is a man of few words, but there is something about the way you prepare meals that captivates him. After a long day, he’ll sit quietly at the table, simply enjoying the ambiance of your cooking. He especially loves it when you bake pumpkin pies in the fall—it's a subtle nod to Halloween!

2. The Boy (Brahms Heelshire)

Brahms is fascinated by the way you create meals with love. He likes to watch you bake while he plays with his doll or sits quietly in his room. When you bake bread, he gets excited about the dough’s texture and will ask you questions about each step, eager to learn everything. He believes that your presence makes the house feel more like home.

3. Leatherface

Surprisingly enough, Leatherface has a soft spot for your cooking. He doesn’t say much, but the joy on his face as he indulges in your home-cooked meals is priceless. He may help in his own way—perhaps offering to bring you fresh ingredients from his “garden.”

4. Jason Voorhees

Much like Michael, Jason isn’t too vocal about his feelings, but every meal you prepare brings him a sense of warmth and comfort. He secretly loves marshmallows and hot cocoa, and he’ll always stick around to watch you cook, feeling protected while you dance around the kitchen. Your seasonal treats, especially during Halloween, are his guilty pleasure!

Jujutsu Kaisen

1. Nanami Kento

Nanami appreciates the comfort of home-cooked meals after long hours at work. He loves when you whip up something simple yet satisfying, making the evenings more special. Plus, he loves when you help him with his meal prep for busy days—he secretly enjoys spending that time with you.

2. Suguru Geto

Geto loves to host dinner parties where you are the star chef. He’ll use his charm and charisma to draw friends in and ensure the crowd appreciates your skills. He thinks it’s a perfect opportunity to show off your talents while he entertains guests with stories and laughter.

3. Satoru Gojo

Gojo’s always been a bit of a jokester, but when it comes to your cooking, he’s dead serious! He’ll jokingly declare himself your number one fan and always requests your signature dishes. He might even use his powers to sneak some treats when you're not looking, always trying to surprise you with his "unseen" desserts too!

4. Ryomen Sukuna <MELOVMELET KITCHEN>

Sukuna is intrigued by your cooking and will often challenge you to create dishes that may seem “forbidden.” His dark humor will have you laughing while you dance around the kitchen, and you’ll find that sharing a meal with him opens up unexpected insights into his character.

5. Toji Fushiguro

Toji is a man who appreciates the simpler things in life, and your cooking is one of them. He loves when you make hearty, filling meals, often teasing you about your presentation while secretly admiring it. He loves to indulge in the foods you prepare and will often offer to take you out for nice dinners afterward.

Demon Slayer

1. Tengen Uzui and His Wives

Cooking is a party when you’ve got Tengen and his wives around! They all have different tastes, and every meal becomes a team effort with everyone pitching in. You all share lots of laughter and love, creatively experimenting with flavors. Tengen can’t resist trying everything and declaring it “the best food ever!”

2. Rengoku Kyojuro

Rengoku would absolutely be the one to sing your praises to anyone who would listen. He’s absolutely delighted by your cooking and would love nothing more than to share a meal surrounded by friends. He’d insist on helping with meals, getting all excited about cooking and tasting each dish.

3. Himejima Gyomei

Gyomei admires the heart you put into every dish. He loves to sit with you while you cook, sharing stories of his travels. He thinks mealtime is a sacred moment, and he treasures those moments spent with you over warm bowls of soup or freshly baked bread.

4. Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu might come off as a bit reserved, but your cooking softens his demeanor. He values the time spent cooking with you as a precious escape from their battles. You’ll find him helping you chop vegetables while subtly stealing little tastes of your creations, always pleased when you share your desserts with him.

And there you have it! A plethora of adorable headcanons featuring a reader who loves to cook and bake with some of our favorite characters from Creepypasta, Slashers, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Demon Slayer! Whether it’s sweet cookie explosions or savory dinner parties, it’s always a delight to imagine these characters in cozy kitchen moments with a caring reader.Thank you for joining me on this culinary journey! I hope you found these headcanons as delightful as I did. Don’t forget to share your favorite moments and let me know if you’d love to see more headcanons in the future! 🍰✨💕Happy cooking and until next time!

Ps. Thank you so much for this request♡ I hope you will enjoy it! Let me know!