#creepypasta helen

[snakeenthusiast]

out of curiosity has anyone else been following the BLOODY PAINTER VISUAL NOVEL that Delucat (Their Creator) IS MAKING???

sorry about the formatting i had to put the screenshots through a translator BUT THIS IS SO COOL??? HELLO????

[sharp-silver4795]

can I have bloody painter x reader cuddling/kissing headcanons?

Ofc! He’s fun to write 🤭

Bloody Painter Relationship HCs

I uh- kinda did more than cuddles…. I went full romance on this

Cuddling

He loves to spoon. Wrapping his hands around your waist or midsection makes him feel warm and giddy.

Buddy’s kinda short, so he’s not against being the little spoon!

Lays between your legs on his back with his head on your chest/abdomen when he wants attention.

Rest your chin on his shoulder and he’s in heaven.

Helen can and will sit on your lap for hugs that way. He doesn’t care if it’s atypical for a guy, he’s short and tiny and perfect teddy bear size.

Don’t tease him about it though. Especially if you’re tickling 👀

He’s impossible to tickle

Kisses

I’ve said before that he’s ass in bed, but he’ll kiss you so sweetly.

He loves you so much, he’s never been good a physically showing it.

He will kiss your head while walking by randomly.

If you’re cuddling, don’t be surprised if you get a lil red mark from him kissing you on the same spot too many times.

He’s a man of habit 🤷

He wants to kiss you every chance he can. You lips are so nice against his and he just can’t help but feel like he’s worthy in your eyes.

Every damn time he’s biting his tongue to keep him from saying pinch me. Is this real?

Date Night

He’ll ask you to come to his room, walk you to one of the highest levels of the dungeon castel, motion you to his window, show you the stars from it.

He’d take you up to the roof at dusk to show you the Earth Star (Saturn).

If you ever wanna take the relationship further (💍) he’ll always tell you no since the only rings worthy of you were stolen by Neptune.

Picnics, sleeping in, doing dishes, cleaning the castel, watching a movie and falling asleep a quarter of the way through. Those are his favorite moments.

Creepypasta Love = Insane Love

He’d never paint you. To him, being in one of his paintings is a death sentence. No matter how many times you ask, he’ll never do it.

Instead, he’ll draw others for you. Any issues you have with someone, they’ll be in his paintings.

Yes! He will kill for you. And he will do so shamelessly.

Lil blurb: Cold Nights

Info: 2nd person POV, BP is referred to as Helen & Hel cuz nicknames 🤷

Summary: It’s cold out, the heat is out, and you’re not the only one who’s chilly.

It’s cold out. The heating isn’t working- no shocker there, this place is damn near older than the country it’s in.

You curl into the sheets for warmth, and are met with no comfort. It seems like even the BED is frozen.

Hands on your arms, shivering, you scale the stairs up to the southeast tower where your boyfriend resides. Once you get to the top, you realise that this was likely a mistake. Higher altitude means it’s gonna be colder. That is, until you see that there’s… steam coming from Helen’s room.

You walk in and find that he is fresh out of a warm shower. He looks at you calmly in very warm-looking jammies. You practically waddles to him, feeling like an ice block. When your head hits his shoulder, it clicks in his head.

He walks you to his bed, lays down, and motions for you to cuddle up with him. He runs his fingers through your hair, before they rest at your cheek, to pull your face to his, kissing you softly.

He breaks the tender touch, Your mouth is cold. He laughs at your unamused stare. “Fuck you, Hel.” His laughter only grows. You snuggle up together for the night. You gotta stay warm somehow.

Divider Creds: Sister-Lucifer

I hope you liked this! Sorry if it was too much- I did a bit extra….

Feedback is always appreciated!

[creepy-friday]

If it's not too much to ask we never hear much about bloody painter what does he do in the mansion?

I turned this into some Bloddy Painter headcanons

Bloody Painter Headcanons

His job is no different than any other resident.He follows The Operator's tasks and obeys his rules-his feelings towards him are drowned in apathy tough.

This man is the most low profile person in the whole mansion.He doesn't speak,doesn't respond to people and he never takes his mask off.He never eats in front of people,only trains with others when needed and never asks BEN for money.

Getting his attention is like winning the lottery.He doesn't listen to the drama around the mansion and doesn't fight with anyone.The only reason he would go nuts would be if they enter his room or ruin his artworks.

There was one particular night where you saw half of his face,his mask pulled on his mouth as he crouched down the window and stared outside with his hands on his head,almost like contemplating something or remembering cruel memories.

Helen is a mysterious and avoiding man with unknown issues,yet not an impossible individual if you somehow manage to prove something to him.

[inksheeep]

B3, Bloody Painter! <3

I wasn't in the fandom back in the day and didn't even know what transgender was but I knew this mf was the face of they/thems

[prettysunnyday]

Hanahaki Disease: Wasted Love Part 1

Helen Otis x Reader

Warning: Fluff, sad, angst, cheating, fighting, mentions of violence, torture, death

Please enjoy...

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A quiet wind blew through the meadow that you currently laid in. Small violets and sweet bee balm grew thick on the ground. You had been sprawled out in the sun, reading a good book that caught your eye a week ago and had finally gotten ahold of. The warm day had made you feel drowsy and after a few hours of devouring the book, sleep took over your dreary senses. In no time you had closed your eyes and fallen asleep.

Your dreams were peaceful for a time until you heard distant shouting. Your dream self began running but you weren't scared. You were nearing a cliff as a voice behind you called your name. The voice sounded loud and impatient. It echoed all around you as your body began to shake. Right before you could see over the cliff's edge, your eyes opened.

Late afternoon sun greeted your (e/c) eyes. You gently rubbed your eyes and yawned. As you sat up, your book flopped onto the ground.

"Shoot!" You muttered. Now you'd have to scour the pages to find where you stopped.

"You snore you know."

You snapped your head towards the voice. A blond boy in a green graphic tee and sweat pants knelt next to you with a smirk on his narrow face. His red eyes dripped blood as he snickered in amusement.

You scowled, "No, Ben. I wouldn't know if I snored because I'm asleep."

Ben shrugged, "Yeah and you sleep heavy. It took sooo much effort to wake you up!" He exaggerated with a sigh.

You swatted his arm as you stood.

"Hey!!" He whined.

"Deserve it." You smiled to yourself as you heard Ben scramble after you. You had collected your book and headed for the mansion. "Anyway, where is your Zelda costume? I didn't know you wore other things."

Ben scoffed, "It is not a costume! It is a masterpiece. Besides, I wear other clothes, I just have preferences. Today I wanted sweats." He patted his legs to make his point.

You laughed lightly. Ben always got you giggling at something and his current antics were no exception. He noticed this and stuck his tongue out at you. You gasped in mock offense before laughing harder.

Soon the mansion came in view. You stared at the melancholy building that you dubbed home years ago. Despite it housing serial killers, you loved every inch. As you ascended the steps you turned back to Ben.

"Why did you wake me up?"

Ben smirked again. "Your manly love is coming home tonight from his mission." He said in a mock baby voice.

You ignored his incessant teasing as your thought began to spiral. Finally! After two long and seemingly endless months, Helen, your Helen, was coming home. You missed your boyfriend dearly and thought he was going to be gone a week. But that turned to two, which was three, then six and ten. You had watched the clock and counted down the days for his arrival.

"When is he coming home, Ben?" You asked.

"Tonight, doll. Helen and Puppeteer should be here and Slendy has an announcement." Ben rolled his eyes at your lack of a reaction.

You beamed at Ben as you nudged him inside. Once in doors Ben headed for the living room. You waved him bye before making it upstairs. Your room was your safe haven and decorated to your style. Beside your bed sat a photograph of you and Helen in a tree. It was taken when you first started dating. You had been looking for Helen after receiving a note to go and find him. Eventually you discovered him in the tree, sketching the mansion. You climbed up to him and he had kissed you lovingly. The picture was taken unknowingly by Ben, who gifted it to you on your birthday. Now it sat in a wooden frame painted red and blue by Helen. It was a beautiful memory and a keepsake present for you to admire.

"Soon you'll be home." You whispered.

You and Helen had met when you first became a creepypasta. He was a shy boy who loved to paint in his room. Of course the observing boy caught your attention. His beautiful eyes stared right back at yours with a hard gaze. They never left you, even after you turned away from him. His blue eyes bore into the back of your head. After several more encounters of you making light conversation and Helen listening to your every word, he finally asked you out.

It took a very long time (six months) for Helen to have mostly opened up to you. Once he adjusted to your presence he began talking. With that milestone under wraps, you realized that quiet Helen had more to say than he lead on. Not only did he talk to you in a gentle and sarcastic manner, Helen had a large vocabulary. Soon his words drew you in more than his looks and attitude. Eventually, neither of you could deny it. You were both smitten with each other, and the affection was still growing.

Now it has been three years of you being together. Well, almost because your three year anniversary was coming up in a month. This excited you beyond belief and you felt light as air when Ben told you Helen would be home soon.

You paced your room in buzzing anticipation. You still had at least a few more hours to wait, so in the meantime you decided to bathe and put on fresh smelling clothes. As warm water filled the tub, you poured lavender Epsom salts in for them to dissolve. Quickly stripping, you eagerly stepped into the soothing water. A sigh of content left your lips and quelled your excitement some. You washed your body with your favorite soaps and slowly rinsed it off. It didn't matter that it was a rather warm day, the water felt luxurious on your skin.

After a while of soaking the water was nearly cold. So you peeled yourself out of the tub and dried off with a soft towel. The fresh clothes you brought was a pair of sleep shorts and a baggy shirt with small orange flowers printed on the cotton fabric. When your hair was dry and brushed you left the bathroom to lounge on your bed.

Your intention was to look at your book and find your unmarked page then head down stairs to eat. One of those things would never happen as you ran to the bed and practically threw your body at a masked boy, who was sprawled on your bed. Despite being dressed in his signature outfit, your boyfriend looked clean of blood and grime. In fact he looked immaculate in your eyes.

"Your back Helen!" You squealed.

You landed on the boy's relaxing form. He still wore his mask, which he strated to remove, before being pummeled back into the bed. Helen wrapped his arms around your waist as you buried your face in his chest.

"I've really missed you." You snuggled as close as your body could get. Helen's chest rumbled with enthusiasm as he let out a small laugh. He ran his long, slender fingers through your hair and gently rubbed your shoulders.

"So have I, Y/N." Helen's smooth voice, which held a faint French accent, calmed your nerves. The knot of emotions tied tightly in your stomach gradually unraveled. You felt your muscles relax against Helen, who hugged you close.

"Two months is to long, Helen."

Helen petted your head, "I am here now, Y/N. No need to fret."

You laid there for what felt like a few minutes, but was actually an hour. Helen told you of what happened in those two months. He and Pup were stalking a rich guy who had valuable information Slenderman needed. They followed him through five different States and eventually cornered him in New York where they tortured information out of him. As Helen spoke, you hummed along matching your breathing to his. It looked like you could fall asleep, and maybe you would. But you were currently invested in his story and periodically asking if he had gotten hurt and if he was ok. Helen caressed your back as he nodded yes and patiently answered your many questions. Eventually your peace was broken by none other than a pleading call from your stomach.

"Helen, I'm hungary." You complained as you raised your head to look at him.

"I heard loud and clear." Helen smirked.

"Oh!" You flicked his arm as your face reddened faintly. This caused Helen to laugh and you shook your head.

"I love you, Y/N." Helen whispered.

You beamed, "I love you, too."

Helen hugged you tightly but you pulled away after a second. Helen tilted his head in confusion. You reached up and pulled his mask away.

"That is much better." You breathed through your teeth.

"Agreed." Helen cupped your face and leaned in to kiss you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and Helen grinned. He broke away to kiss your cheek and down to your jaw. He brushed his lips on your neck before sucking on it with a sweet tenderness that made your stomach flutter. After a successful hickey bruised your skin, he licked the spot and blew on it. You shivered and felt a sudden wave of nervousness. Helen smiled at how flustered he made you before kissing your lips softly. The kiss, though chaste and short, left you breathless.

Helen leaned back to admire your face. Your heart was beating fast as you waited in anticipation. Then out of nowhere a strange gurgling noise met you ears. Instead, Helen blushed.

"Come my lovely." Helen said after a moment. He began to sit up and you followed him. "We are both evidently famished and I heard we have a meeting tonight or something."

You grasped his hand and you both left the room. You still felt light as a feather as you walked beside Helen's poised figure. His tall, lanky frame and long blue coat hid his built form and gave him a rugged and boyish appearance. Helen was stronger than he appeared and more graceful then expected.

You smiled as you descended the broad staircase and went into the kitchen. Slenderman greeted you kindly and you saw Puppeteer lounging in a chair talking to, or at least trying to, Hobo Heart. The poor guy looked ready to cry. You chuckled to yourself as you sat at the counter. Slender gave both of you a plate of fettuccini, to which you thanked him and started eating.

You weren't half way done when someone called your name. You turned to see Jane making her way over to you. She was dressed in a lovely black beaded dress and matching heels. Satin gloves without finger tips ran up to her elbows. Her luscious ebony hair graced her shoulders. Perfectly round pearls hung from her ears that matched her white skin.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she sat down beside you. Slender gave her a plate and she started eating. "So guess what Y/N." She said, irritable.

"What?" You were mildly intrigued. Jane was a good friend, but all your brain could process was how enjoyable it was to be on cloud 9.

Jane smiled sarcastically, "We have a newcomer."

You thought a moment. "That is the announcement." You said this as a statement more than a question but Jane replied anyway.

"Her name is Olive. She is a real beauty but don't underestimate her." Jane spoke with near venom as she glanced at you.

"I assume you know her?" You asked hesitantly. "What did she do?"

Jane sighed before turning to face you, "Yes, I know Olive. We were friends for a while but nevermind what happened. You are a good friend of mine and I don't want you getting to close to her. There is more to Olive than you think." While saying this, Jane looked you dead in the eyes. "Promise you won't interact with her more than necessary."

You were taken aback by Jane's attitude, but nodded. Jane sighed again before leaving. You watched her leave in surprise at her abrupt visit and departure. She hadn't even finished her food. "What a waste..." You thought before turning to speak to Helen, only to discover him gone. You shrugged and scanned the room for his piercing eyes. Upon not seeing him, you ventured into the living room.

You sat next to Ben, who was playing Mario Cart, but paused when he saw you sit beside him. He swung his feet onto your lap. At first you didn't notice because you were thinking about where Helen had gone. Ben then wrapped his legs around your waist and pulled you close. This brought your focus back. Looking down, you growled.

"Let go Ben." You glared at his smug face

"Hmm..." Ben tapped his chin. "Nah!"

Rolling your eyes you shoved his legs off, only for him to slap them back on your lap. "Ben!!" You groaned.

"Y/N!!" He mocked you.

"SLENDY!!!"

"Stop your crap Ben." Masky said as he walked through the doorway.

Ben grunted and removed his feet. You smile victoriously just for Ben to stick his tongue out at you. Masky flicked Ben's head as he sat in the rickety rocker by the t.v. Hoodie also came in and sat on the couch. He had a bowel of fettuccini in one hand and a bloody hatchet in the other.

"Why do you have Toby's hatchet?" You asked absentmindedly.

Hoodie shook his head, "Not Toby's, it is for the newcomer."

You thought about what Jane had said. She wants you to stay away from her as much as possible. You figured you would since it made her so upset, which was unlike her. The new girl was going to have a hatchet as a murder weapon. You vaguely wondered about it as you thought of Helen. He disappeared without a word, which was normal, but he just got back from a long mission. Maybe Slendy called him or he was taking a shower.

You were getting ready to go find him when Slenderman came down the stairs. Jeff was behind him with Sally on his hip. EJ took up the rear before he, Jeff, and Sally came to sit with us. Slender pulled back the curtains and looked out the window. The room was silent, even Ben stopped his game to wait for Slender to speak. Soon he unlocked the door and it swung open.

"She is here."

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Note: I will have part 2 posted soon. I apologize for any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. This is only part 1 and I promise it will get more angst as the story progresses.

Thanks for reading💐

[vampiiu]

Bloody Painter x Addict!Reader

TW // CW: Referenced drugs, vomit, angst, strong language

What to expect: Gender neutral reader, no specific drug mention, raw pain, non-romanticized drug use.

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He came as soon as he got your call. He's known about your drug issues for a while, but he didn't know the withdrawal symptoms would appear so soon.

"(Y/N)!"

His heart immediately shattered when he saw your vulnerable figure laying on the couch. You were gripping your stomach, completely soaked in your own sweat and tears. He sprinted towards you, avoiding the puddle of vomit in front of the sofa. He grabbed your face in his hands as he placed a peck on your lips before asking a panicked 

"Are you ready to be picked up?? We need to get you to bed"

You nodded a relieved approval and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room. Helen laid you in your bed. At this point, he was sweating almost as much as you. He had never been in this situation before. He muttered a few curse words at himself before hurrying into the bathroom to get a small trash can before you puke again. When he got back, he sat the trash can on the ground.

Helen teared up. "I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner," he apologized.

You panted a few times before you could get any comprehensible words out. "honey it's okay.. you.. you're h-here no-'' You interrupted yourself with a groan of pain and a fast hand to your chest.

Helen's eyes widened as he tried not to cry in front of you. His emotional barriers have always been strong, but he can't handle seeing you in this much pain. He sat next to you on the bed and held one of your hands in both of his.

Suddenly, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You screamed. Not at Helen, not at yourself, not even at your crazy neighbor who always gets on your nerves; just at the universe. At any god who is out there. Hoping whoever or whatever the fuck made withdrawal symptoms would acknowledge the agony they brought to so many people.

Helen couldn't conceal his emotions either. He bit his bottom lip and his throat felt as if it was on fire. It felt scratchy, acidic even, as he tried to stay strong for you. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep it up. He choked on his tears before seizing you into his tight embrace. Tears streamed down his face and his usually emotionless eyes had become a glassed over ocean. You sat in your bed, in his arms, sobbing and sniffling. Your head was turned upwards, you didn't want him to see you in such a horrible state. His head was tucked into the crease of your neck as he yelled a strained "IT'LL BE OKAY! YOU'LL BE OKAY!!" as he wept even more. He inhaled and exhaled heavily before whispering in your ear, "It'll all be over soon.. I promise. It's only temporary, and at least you're still clean," he kissed your earlobe before continuing, "You're getting better and I'm so fucking proud of you."

[undead-clown]

Happy burthday helen otis i downloaded ur game and will play it today

THANK YOU DILU 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Shoutout to the crp character that got me back into it again helen otis

[fattuccini-afraido]

Y/N: This is too hot, I can't eat this.

Jeff: You're too hot and that doesn't stop me from eating you.

Helen, chokes:

Slenderman: ONE DINNER. ALL I WANT IS ONE NORMAL FUCKING DINNER.

[gh0st0o]

my creepypasta redesigns and marble hornets too(hoodie is saying hi yall :D)

[hugecarls]

my friends gave me sum doodle ideas using expression memes for the creeps + mh chars so here they are :-3 links to the templates r at the bottom

template 1 template 2 template 3

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Puppeteer: Y/N, have you ever won an argument with Helen?

Y/N: We never argue. He speaks French and I shut up.

[snakeenthusiast]

in preparation for the visual novel,,, ouu helen fans interact guys i love them so dearly helen the loml

(reblogs appreciated! ♡)

pics of the process,,, thx ibispaint for crashing several times that was super helpful

sorry for not posting a lot guys i just got done moving and i just started school please someone save me

[sharp-silver4795]

Hand Dominance HCs

Just a short lil post about handedness cuz why not?! Fun fact abt me: I’m ambidextrous!

Notes/Key:

(0) any pastas not mentioned are right handed.

(*) Learned/Adapted

Lefties:

Jeff The Killer

Bloody Painter

Ani the Wight

Clockwork

Kat Hunter

Jason the Toymaker

Learned Ambies: they developed using both hands, it wasn’t a natural thing for them

EJ*

Nurse Ann*

Dr Smiley*

Bloody Angel*

Ambies:

Liu

Neon Spike

Judge Angels

Divider Creds: Sister-Lucifer

Header Creds: ME!!!

[lordprettyflackotara]

hostage || bloody painter / helen otis

‘it’s not like me to be so mean, you’re all i wanted. just let me hold you, like a hostage.”

sum: after being kidnapped by the bloody painter, he expects you to be terrified beyond belief. to resent him. instead stockholm syndrome ensues faster than he could’ve imagined, resulting in you partaking in the most dangerous love affair

tw: smut minors dni 18+. kidnapping, yandere-ish themes, stockholm syndrome, choking, bath sex

an: something about helen being yandere just… makes sense?

Helen Otis was in love with you.

There was no way around it, no way over it. He adored the ground you walked on. The air you breathed. The water you drank and bathed in. The clothes you wore. The list was endless. All of these things were sacred for him.

It started off simple, admiring your beauty from a far and swearing to protect you. It only escalated from there. Paranoia was an irrational thing. Helen knew that. But the fear of a meteor crashing into your house or a poisonous spider biting you, only justified his own paranoia to him. You were only human. Despite his sudden wishes that they weren’t, they were utterly disposable.

So Helen did what he thought was best. He snuck into your house and laced your morning tea with something he found in Eyeless Jack’s stash. He ensured it was diluted enough not to kill you, but to make you pass out. So he waited. Standing ominously in the cupboard of your kitchen and waited. There was only a crack, only a small sliver of sight for him to admire you through. As anticipated you followed your morning routine, resulting in you collapsing onto the kitchen floor.

He tried not to harm you too much as he shackled you to the dead bolts secured on the floor of his art room. Helen had gathered a mattress and proper sheets. He wanted to ensure you were comfortable while adjusting to your new surroundings. He anticipated protest, silently observing as he waited for you to awaken. You looked so peaceful as you slept. Helen expected you to be upset when you awoken, so he purposefully soaked in your serenity while it lasted.

After a few hours you stirred, unsurely blinking your eyes awake. You seemed surprised at first, scanning the room. Your eyes landed on Helen, the killer soaking in the beautiful color of them as you stared at him. “H-Hi,” You sputtered. You tucked some stray hairs behind your ears. Helen was shocked at your calmness, walking back and forth as he studied you. He slowly approached you, not wanting to spook you. He kneeled down to your level. “Hello there. I’m Helen. I already know your beautiful name,” He greeted, delivering a sincere smile. You gave him a small one in return. Your calmness was odd to him. Usually his victims were a lot more scared, typically screaming and thrashing like they had gone mad.

Not you though.

Instead your sights soared around the room. “Is this your art studio?” You asked timidly. Helen felt himself gleam with pride. “Why yes, yes it is,” He informed you. You went to stand, your shackles stopping you. Awkwardly you plopped back down onto the mattress, still focused on soaking in your surroundings. “It’s beautiful, i’ve never seen anything quite like it,” You answered. Helen flushed with joy at your compliment, immediately working on undoing your shackles. “I apologize for these. I wanted to ensure you wouldn’t hurt yourself,” Helen rambled. The shackles fell to the floor with a thud, your body immediately curling upwards into a stretch. Your shoulders popped as you pulled your oversized shirt down. With your bare feet hitting the cold floor, you went over to admire his art collection.

An entire wall of the room was dedicated to his work, canvas’s upon canvas’s covering every square inch. “Do you fancy the arts?” Helen asked, meeting you by your side. He puffed his chest out as he held his hands behind his back. “I’ve never given it much thought, but yours are marvelous. I’ve never seen anything quite like it,” You admitted timidly. You oddly felt at home, as if you had been in this room millions of times before. You noticed one painting in particular, the faded brown one you recognized. A wave of nausea washed over you as your fingertips graded the canvas.

“Is this blood?”

“Yes it is.”

This was it. This was the moment you’d snap out of your entranced haze and see Helen for the monster he truly was. Instead your eyes went wide, tears flooding your waterline. “You’re not going to kill me right? I-I really think i’d be comfortable here and you seem really nice,” You whimpered lowly. Instant regret washed over Helen as he cupped your face with his hands. His ocean eyes stared down into yours, his thumb stroking your cheek, “I could never hurt you my dear. I just want to stay with you. Forever.”

After that, everything fell into place. You and Helen immediately clicked, your codependency issues resulting in falling in love with a man you barely knew. His homicidal tendencies and fetishes didn’t scare you. You found it endearing in a way, that he’d keep you pristine and clean and explore those urges on others. Helen treated you like a princess, pampering you with whatever you needed or wanted. You had never eaten so well in your life. His care didn’t stop there, stealing the most lavish clothes he could get his hands on.

You were everything he could ask for and then some.

Your days were spent wondering the mansion, Helen making it very clear to the other residents you were off limits. He found your friendliness adorable, your mornings spent cooking his fellow residents breakfast. Otherwise when he was out you were in the library, studying the endless books lined on ancient shelves. Helen overlooked your codependency stockholm syndrome, while you overlooked him being a massive serial killer. The two of you became the perfect assemble, complimenting each other in every way possible.

You sat across from him in his pristine bathroom, kept in marvelous condition for a piece from the previous century. Up until now Helen had never seen you naked, just a few slips here and there. You slept alongside him in his bed, meaning the reveal of your more private areas was bound to occur. Especially with the scandalous night slips he got you. He sat across from you in the tub, drinking a glass of wine as you smoked a cigarette. “You know Im not fond of smoking,” Helen said. His gaze was stern, but even he couldn’t deny you smoking was so attractive. “Masky gave it to me as a gift since I made him chocolate chip muffins. You know they’re his favorite,” You answered. Helen could withstand the smell of cigarettes, but he feared about the long term damage they may cause you.

“Ahh yes. Masky isn’t an easy man to please. Good job dear,” Helen said, smiling as he took another sip of his wine. His gaze fell down to your breast, that were modestly covered by the soapy bubbles. The room smelled of vanilla and cigarettes, a combination Helen was beginning to find himself attracted to. “Did you finish that piece you were working on?” You asked, exhaling the cigarette smoke. Helen sheepishly grinned, relishing in the feeling of someone properly enjoying his art. “I did. Took an extra life or two to complete it, but nevertheless it’s done,” Helen grinned. You set the cigarette on the ash tray, another gift from given to you by Hoodie.

You sank lower into the bath, allowing your chin to be under the water. “Hmm this is so nice. This was a great idea,” You hummed. Your eyes fluttered shut, your long eyelashes beautiful enough to make Helen stare for days. He felt heat rush to his cheeks as your legs rubbed against his, the killer clearing his throat in an attempt to ease the tension. “Royalty like yourself deserves a nice bath,” Helen answered modestly. You sat back up, the bubbles poorly concealing your perky nipples. Helen swallowed at the sight, forcing himself to look at your face instead. He noticed some suds still covering your chin.

“Oh dear you have something on your chin, let me get it,” He said, leaning forward. The tension in the room only rose as he wiped the bubbles off of your chin. Your eyes met his, before flickering down to his lips. Helen had purposefully not made an advancement towards you, wanting you to settle in first. Although a visiting Eyeless Jack deemed you as the ‘perfect mate’, Helen wanted to ensure you were comfortable. He avoided thinking too much about your clingy behavior. You attached yourself to him every chance you got. But now it was all coming to a halt, your face pleading for him to kiss you.

So he did.

You tasted like bubblegum and cigarettes, the taste intoxicating as he kissed you deeply. Instinctively you found yourself crawling to him, ignoring the water splashing around the tub. You straddled him, your cheeks red as you reattached yourself to his lips. A shiver ran down your spine as his soft hands grabbed your hips, guiding you to lower yourself down further. His cock hardened under the feeling of your folds, a soft groan escaping your lips as he rubbed his shaft up and down your slick. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hungry and desperate to be closer to him.

“Have you ever done this before?” Helen asked, his voice dry and lustful. You nervously pulled away from his lips, your hips grinding up and down his shaft. His tip brushed against your clit with ease, your heart beginning to race. “Unfortunately I have. I wish I hadn’t though. I would’ve saved myself for you,” You whispered.

Your words put Helen on a high not even heroin could produce.

“Well then, i’ll make sure to fuck you like it’s your first time then,” He replied, his voice low with hunger. He licked his dry lips, before slipping his hand down to your eager cunt. He began to draw slow circles around your clit, causing you to hiss. “Helen please, I need you now,” You whined. He bit his bottom lip, guiding his cock down to your entrance. “Be careful what you ask for darling. Now lower yourself down,” Helen ordered. You slowly lowered yourself down on his cock, grabbing his shoulders and bracing yourself for the stretch.

“Are you sure you’ve done this before?” Helen panted, feeling your walls cling to him desperately. You groaned as you continued to sink down onto his, before finally feeling his tip brush against your g spot. “It’s been a long, long time,” You admitted sheepishly. Your cheeks were flushed as you began to move your hips, your gaze meeting Helen’s. His ocean eyes were captivating, your mouth falling into the shape of an O as you began to ride him. Warm water carelessly splashed on the floor, your body a slave to the pleasure only Helen could provide you. “You’re so tight, heavens,” He grumbled.

He didn’t even need to help you, your body was craving his. The way his cock abused your g spot set your soul on fire, your body gladly accepting the flames. You tilted your head back, giving Helen a clear view of your throat. He watched you swallow as your unholy noises bounced off of the bathroom walls. Your cunt was captivating, much tighter than anything he had ever experienced before. Before he could stop himself his hand shot out of the water, grabbing your throat.

You gasped as water droplets hit the tub, his fingers tightening. “You like this, huh? Tell me you like it,” He snarled. You panted for air, your heart pounding against your chest. “I- like i-it,” You sputtered, your hand cupping his veiny arm. Helen smirked in a cruel satisfaction as he began to thrust upwards into you, pounding your cunt mercilessly. Curses fell off of your lips, causing Helen to frown. “Such a filthy mouth. Moan my name darling. Moan it now,” He commanded. You repeated his name until your throat was sore, your vocal cords gone raw.

Helen could feel that you were close, forcing your head to tilt backwards as he choked you. “There there. You can handle it little one. Cum for me,” He hummed. Your body was a slave to Helen, your mind and now body at his disposal. Your vision went white, your mouth open and gasping for air as he released your throat. You were seeing stars, unable to process Helen cumming deep inside of you. He rested your head against his shoulder, lovingly stroking your back. His cock was still buried inside of you, keeping his cum buried in your womb.

“It’s okay darling. I only do these things because I love you,” He cooed. You could feel tears arising in your waterline, your body exhausted as you submitted to him. Helen hummed to himself as he stroked your back, his fingertips grazing his skin. You’d always be, his precious little hostage.

[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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[koolaidoverliving]

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