#creepypasta humanizations

[rs-hawk]

Creeptober: Day One

Slenderman’s Forest

Slenderman x AFAB Reader (no gender specified)

CW: slight horror themes, stalking, dubcon/noncon, pain, manipulation, public, etc

You grew up on Creepypastas and horror chainmail texts. As a kid, you would find and devour all the CreepyPastas and scary stories you could before shakily watching cartoon theories on YouTube or getting on iFunny. As you got older, that evolved into an obsession with horror movies and stories.

That’s why you’re so mad at yourself when you play straight into a horror movie stereotype.

You decide to go for a walk in a nearby walk around dusk with your dog. You’ve been working so much lately that you feel like you haven’t been paying as much attention to him, which makes you feel terrible. So, you lace up your sneakers and get your dog’s leash.

The park near your house has a small patch of woods separating the playgrounds from the basketball courts, but you’ve never thought too much about it. There’s a well lit path, and even at night, there’s usually a few people wandering around the place. Why would you worry in a situation like that?

To your surprise, there seems to be no one there when you get there. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen that happen. Still though, the lights are on, and your dog is excited. Nothing is setting off alarm bells.

As you walk, your dog starts pulling and whining. You roll your eyes, thinking he just wants to run, so you indulge him. You pick up your speed, walking a bit faster than normally you would want to, then breaking out into a jog. Your dog can sense the strange presence now following you, but you brush off the goosebumps springing up along your spine. The hairs raising on the back of your neck.

The more steps you take, the more interested the creature lurking in the woods becomes. Eventually your dog yanks so hard on the leash that it rips out of your hand. Stumbling to a stop, you blink rapidly, surprised at the sudden outburst of your companion. However, it only takes a moment for you to recover, shouting his name and rushing after him.

When you break through the tree line, you realize you’re at the playground. Looking around, you start calling out your dog’s name again. Every time you shout his, you hear someone… whispering. It makes you pause. You shout his name. Someone whispers in your ear. It’s like the wind has gained its own voice.

A shiver creeps down your spine, dragging those goosebumps back up. There seems to be a chill in the air. Fumbling for your phone, you struggle to unlock it, your hands shaking so hard that it’s hard to type in your password.

Before you can still your fingers enough to type, a long black tendril snakes along the ground, curling around your ankle. Panic sets in. Your heart starts racing. Your stomach drops. Your chest tightens. Your lungs feel like they’re giving out. You can’t even part your lips to scream or cry.

Out of the darkness, a towering figure emerges. Your mouth goes dry at the sight. It’s like all feeling has left your limbs. The tendril trails up your leg, curling around your waist. As the figure approaches, flashes of nightmares you’ve had flicker through your mind. It makes it difficult for you to focus on whatever is in front of you.

It takes several moments through the haze of fear to see, but you realize what it is. Slenderman. A laugh almost escapes your dry mouth. You’ve seen the pictures. Read the stories. He’s just a creature created by some random dude in a photo contest. You were already double digits when this thing started making its way around online. You remember your friends, in hushed whispers, talking about how to summon him and how to protect yourselves if you had to be in the woods alone, even during the day.

Yet, over a decade later, here you are. Standing in front of him. As if he’s always been real. Is this what a tulpa is? Through the haze, you try to remember everything you can about tulpas. They’re like imaginary friends brought to life in Buddhism, right? You can’t remember. Pop culture references flooding your mind and fear clouding it makes proper thought difficult.

As you struggle to think, another tendril darts out, curling around your other leg. Then your arm, then your throat. That snaps you back to attention. Staring at the thing in front of you. He is featureless, as long renditions say. You wonder if hidden behind that is a large mouth full of teeth, ready to snap you in half. What was that from? A video game? Again, you can’t remember.

Eventually the thing has you so wrapped up in his long tendrils that you’re little more than a head sticking out of a mass of them. They feel strange. Almost like cold air being blown all over your body from a hair dryer. The creature is nearly face to face with you now. He reaches out, curling his fingers over the tendril that is wrapped around your neck.

It feels like your heart is skipping beats. Your blood is pounding in your ears. Your fingertips feel numb. Your lips are cold. You can hardly breathe.

He strokes your cheek, sending another onslaught of shivers down your spine. That voice like air is whispering your name again in your ears. That’s when, through the flashes of nightmares, you realize that he is what had been calling to you. How long has he been following you?

Despite your best efforts, you can’t speak a word. He seems to be regarding you struggling, but takes no mercy. Withdrawing his tendrils so he can seemingly gaze down at your clothed body, you feel a rush of heat to your face. His large hand cups one of your breast. You start struggling again, but it’s no use. He has your arms pinned behind your back, and in seconds, he has you on your knees.

When he starts shoving his fingers in your mouth, you bite down on them, expecting to taste blood. All you taste is… chlorophyl? It gives you pause, your jaw going slack. It tastes like grass and leaves. Sure, you know you’ve bitten him enough to break his skin, but not only does he seem not to care, it doesn’t even seem like he has blood. That thought only scares you more.

When you’re forced to swallow the chlorophyll like blood as he continues to pump his long fingers in and out of your mouth, the nightmares stop. You can even move your fingers, not that given the way he’s holding you it does you much good.

After what feels like hours but is likely only a few minutes, he draws back his fingers, a string of spit and green blood-like substance connects your lips and his fingers. You cringe at the sight of your teeth marks in his pearly white skin. Bringing his fingers up to his face, he seems to be looking at them. Looking at what you did.

You squeeze your eyes shut, expecting the worse. However, his tendrils throw you back on your back, adjusting and swarming around you until your arms are stretched high over your head, and your legs are spread apart. Struggling still does you no good. He’s still standing over you. Towering over you. All you can do is gulp, fear making your blood turn to ice.

He finally bends down, using one tendril to yank off your pants and underwear. A scream finally rips through your throat, but it’s silenced as he forces his fingers back into your mouth. Now you’re laid out on the ground, cunt exposed, with his fingers pumping in and out of your mouth in a public park. You know that there was no one here when you came, but someone could come at any minute. Someone could see this.

Slenderman, or whatever this thing really is, doesn’t seem to care about the possibility. With his free hand, he undoes his slacks, a huge cock springing from them. You try to scream again. Try to kick. Try to fight back from the thing you don’t want to be pushed inside of you, but it’s no use.

The whispering voice is trying to soothe you, but the cloud of fear is still smothering you. As you struggle, you feel the thick length being pushed into your cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head as you’re stretched almost impossibly wide on the staff of the creature. The whispers turn to airy grunts and moans, even though less than half the length is being pumped in and out of you.

The fingers in your mouth have stilled, just being shoved deep enough that you can’t scream. Despite the circumstances, your juices are leaking onto the large cock, slickening him. Letting him more easily push in and out of you. Letting him slide deeper into you.

The airy grunts quicken until you can feel a cool liquid being dumped inside of you. Slowly, he withdraws his cock, the cool liquid dripping down your cunt until you’re laying in a puddle of it.

And just like that, everything else is gone. The tendrils holding you down. The faceless monster with his fingers down your throat. All that’s left is the cum still dripping out of your cunt. Stumbling to your feet, you make your way back through the forest to your car. Your dog is asleep beside it, to your annoyance and appreciation. Unlocking the door, you get your gym bag out so you can put shorts on and wet wipes to clean up somewhat.

You wonder if he’s still watching you. An airy chuckle makes you think that he is.

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[citruswriter]

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

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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.

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[6eeznut]

QUESTION OF THE DAY.

: whos slasher that has the biggest, the longest, and the thickest ding dong in your opinion? and can you take them full in one try? 😳

[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.

[linatron]

Just a pic from the human virus au I’m working on

Introducing the cmc

[teethcake]

Well they mean human Slenderman and Zalgo, and imagine two of them are pretty boys with long hair. 😅

i dont know if im the right person to ask but ill give it my best.... shot.. if you can even say that. cover your eyes tho

[ysp4r4lys1s]

im busy with school but i think you can send me some draw requests with creepypasta:]

my favs <3

kisses kisses 💋

[axopholes]

i am toooo much of a freak man i just be eatin them kidneys for hours straight👀🤦

[scary-lasagna]

HABIT

“I just wanted flowers.”

It really pained you, that you asked for the simplest thing and didn’t receive it.

After months of asking, and buying your own flowers, you decided to not let this battle slide away from you anymore.

HABIT was always good to you, with constant praise, and date nights, and promises to get you things.

And yet, you always have to drag him out of his work just to remind him that you exist that day.

And deep down, it hurts. Because flowers are so simple, and at the right time of year you can find them in the side of the road.

They’re not expensive, not that money is of any proper value to him.

Your hope was fading, and you’ve realized you have pushed too far, because u like the other times you didn’t want to take, “I’m working on it, my sweet. I have plans for you. Big ones ” for an answer, when he has said that over a year ago.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, knowing he won’t come to bed until the late hours of the morning after hovering over his work for the whole day.

He won’t notice the dried tear stains on your pillow because he was too busy admiring how soft your skin looked in the moonlight.

A hopeless romantic, they call them. Maybe even a little narcissistic.

Too obliviously in love to value what you asked for, and has already decided what you really want.

HABIT didn’t think that you wanted silly old dying flowers. Nooo, you wanted a full garden. A bountiful garden that will last through the cold winters and stormy summers.

But you didn’t want a garden.

You only wished to dust off your vase, even just for a week out of the year.

Just flowers. Just for one week.

[deepseafisher]

back when i was a child i fucking loved "stop the bats" song im still in love with it to this day. btw flutterbat is freaking cool love her

[rs-hawk]

I don't think i can explain to you the near-boundless giddy excitement I got form seeing EJ on that creeptober list of yours. (If it's not obvious, he might just be my favourite, snort) Looking forward to all of em tho ~!!

He’s GREAT. I used to have so many head cannons about him since so little is actually known. This story is actually based off my hc about his origin. I hope you enjoy!

Creeptober: Day Three

Eyeless Jack’s Obsession

Yandere! Eyeless Jack x AFAB Reader

CW: horror themes, stalking, blood, pain, death (not of reader), hypnosis, breeding, etc

Eyeless Jack was once an ordinary spirit. He lived his afterlife the way most spirits do. Bored and alone. However, that all changed when you bought the mansion in which he resided.

You moved in without ever seeing the place in person, which you soon regretted. The entire place gave you a creepy vibe that made the pit of your stomach twist into knots. At all times it felt like something was watching you. Stalking you. Filling every room with its presence.

And he was. Jack was following you no matter where you went in the house. It was like you were a drug and he was an addict. Being around you made him feel almost alive again. And the more alive he felt, the more he could interact with the physical world.

Soon he was moving things. Taking things from you. You noticed but kept trying to brush it off. You hoped thought that you were going a little crazy. After all, you worked a remote job and lived in this big creepy house all by yourself. You were supposed to fix it up and sell it for your aunt, who hadn’t lived here in decades, but it was hard. Even with the money she gave you, you struggled to make up the remainder.

Eventually though, you did, and construction started. You still lived in the loft like area that was once an attic while the crews worked downstairs. Unfortunately for the construction workers you hired, Eyeless Jack wasn’t as enthused with the intrusion into your space as you were.

On the very first day, a ladder fell over, nearly killing one of the roofers. He was fine, but he refused to return as he said he was pushed. The next time a ladder fell, a few days later, someone did die.

You heard the screaming and the sound of a body hitting the concrete. It took you a few minutes to rush downstairs. Terror filling your body. Did someone really just die on your aunt’s property? Holy fuck. How would you be able to keep living here? That poor man and his family.

While you were panicked, Jack was ecstatic. He hoped now you would send all these other people away so it could just be the two of you again. All he wanted was to be able to have you all to himself again. As he watched you panic, and the other workers calling the cops or trying to scrape their dead friend’s body off the concrete, he realized that he had blood on his hands.

For a few moments, he just stared at it. Vague memories of being alive and kicking blood from a cut on his finger drifted through his mind, but nothing solid. It was too long ago. Too hard to remember. Yet, his tongue darted out to flick across his palm.

The blood in his mouth solidified some of the memories, and made him feel almost alive. In a frenzy, he licked the blood from both of his hands, the coppery and metallic taste filling his mouth. His eyes glazed over and all he could think of was getting more blood. How much could he touch then? Could he touch you?

The next few days were a blur for you as you worked with the company and your home owners insurance to work out the logistics of the worker’s accident. Everyone saw that he just fell. The ladder was properly secured. No one was messing with it. He was acting responsibly. He wasn’t impaired or intoxicated. It was a freak accident.

But you knew. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew. It was because of that disturbing presence in the house.

You decided that you wanted the renovations done as quickly as possible, so after getting some of your money back from the previous company, you hired another. And another. And another. Every time, someone died. It was horrifying. One man came to your house just to survey the land and came across a missing roofer. He looked like he had been ripped open with a man’s bear hands, and, to both your and the surveyer’s horror, all of his organs were missing.

That night you called your aunt and told her that you were done. In the morning, you were leaving. She didn’t even try to protest after you told her everything that had happened. Jack, having over heard your conversation, was furious. He couldn’t lose you.

Over the past few months, he had undergone a transformation. Every bit of human flesh he consumed made him more solidified. More tangible. More alive. However, his face has become mutated and disturbing. Where his eyes once were, were just empty chasms, dripping black blood. His skin turned to a disturbing shade of ashy gray. So, to prevent your terror as much as he could, he carved a mask out of a piece what used to be a blue shelf. Now there was no reason for you to rebuff his affection.

When he made his way up to your room, you were on your laptop. In seconds, he tossed it from your lap, and your phone was pushed off the bed. He was on his knees on the foot of the bed, leaning over you, caging you in with his arms.

A scream welled up in your throat as the black holes bore into your eyes, but a muttering voice soothed the fear away. Your brain turned fuzzy. It was like you couldn’t think for yourself. He tilted his head, which you mimicked.

“A pretty puppet,” he purred, stroking the side of your face with one of his hands.

You couldn’t think of anything. It was like his eyes had drawn every thought or ounce of individualism from your skull. When he told you to take off your clothes, you did. When he told you to lay down, you did. You couldn’t see his mouth, and his voice seemed to come from everywhere, but you knew that it was him talking.

“Make sure your pussy is good and wet for me,” he instructed, and you obliged.

You began to finger yourself, using your other hand to play with your clit. The soft whimpers and moans that escaped your lips had him gritting his teeth behind his mask. He wanted to take you so badly, but he also wanted it to be perfect for you. His little morsel. He wanted to be apart of you. For you to be apart of him. Forever.

Once your juices began to drip onto your sheets, he finally cooed at you to stop. You did. Despite the frustration and throbbing of your pussy. He was still caging you in with his arms, his form nearly engulfing you. After a moment of watching you squirm, your neglected cunt clenching around nothing, he eased back. Unzipping his pants, and pulling down his boxers, his hard and throbbing cock was shown to you.

Once his hypnotic gaze was broken, your mind began to flood back to you, and the sight of something so massive made you try to scamper back on the bed. However, your loving Eyeless Jack realized that his hold had been broken and grabbed your face, forcing your gazes to lock. Once again, anything in your mind seemed to melt away.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. And you did.

He slowly slid inside of you, watching your face intensely as it contorted in pain and pleasure. He stretched you out to the point that you felt like you’d burst. Your walls were still throbbing with need, forcing you to clench around him. Clearly to his immense pleasure.

“There we go. Mine. So good for me,” he moaned as he finally sank his cock deep inside of you, his eyes flickering away from your face for just a moment to see how your stomach extended from his cock.

When his gaze returned to you, he saw tears in the corner of your eyes. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to me, won’t you?” he promised, cupping your cheek almost tenderly again. You nodded obediently.

He was only slow for a few thrusts before losing what little of his kind remained. It was clear he wanted to care about your pleasure, but the decades of death and isolation left him desperate for the comfort and warmth your pussy brought him. The tip of his cock slammed against your cervix repeatedly, making you wince. He muttered out apologies, but never stopped. Never slowed down.

His cock ripped you slightly, blood beading along your tender lips. He muttered out another apology about how he’d make it up to you, and all you could do was whisper out an “okay”. It took hours for him to finish, and when he did, he slammed himself deeply inside of you, his cum pumping directly into your womb.

“There we are. Now I’ll always be apart of you,” he smiled, pulling up his mask to press a kiss to your forehead before disappearing.

As your mind came back to you, you winced at the pain, but wondered with a twisted hunger if he would come back for you.

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[thedrummhare]

[kkoiishii]

guys i think he needs a humans touch

@speeeeeb @roll-the-dice-art

[aibouart]

hi i made a new creepy pasta

this Red is called Abandoned RED but seeing as abandoned red is an existing creepypasta already i might change his name to Infected RED but we'll see. abandoned RED works best w the repeated phrases in his pasta so like idk. maybe both?

you can read it here tho:

just a reminder i'm not a super great writer, i do this 100% for fun and am not really looking for heavy critique to sound "professional", cuz i'm not~

i do these for fun once in a blue moon and share them, that is all~

ty for taking a look if you do 0)

[bestwalnut]

[altarichiru]

Rainbow factory X Cupcakes

+Flutterbat vampire pony yuri

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