#eyeless jack tickle

[creepy-feathers]

Hi are you still doing the when they find out your ticklish thing? If so can you maybe do EJ? I feel like he’d be very doctor-ish about it :p

I am indeed still doing them! I've just been very slow :')

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Okay, so personality-wise, my version of Jack isn’t all that different from many others’ - he’s quiet, calm, mature, and likes his solitude, spending most of the time either in the infirmary or in his room, when he isn't on missions or hunting for food, of course.

He's a stoic person that keeps his emotions and thoughts to himself, and that means that when the incident happened, he acted like he didn't care. And, honestly, he kind of didn't. A lot of people are ticklish, why would it surprise him?

He had been doing some physical assessments on you to make sure your minor injury was healing alright, and he used his fingers to put pressure on your stomach, asking if there was any pain.

You simply shook your head with a flushed face, hand over your mouth to control the noises threatening to fly out. He did that multiple times in different areas until you were a certified mess of pathetically-suppressed giggles, fighting every ounce of you to not wriggle around too much. He was only doing his job, it wasn't his fault. Still, that didn't make it any less unbearable.

His total lack of reaction made you wonder if he even noticed your hyper-sensitivity, then came to the conclusion that he must have. You were being way too obvious. Thankfully, he didn't seem eager to comment or remember the encounter.

At least, that's what had been initially assumed.

Turns out, Jack is dutifully perceptive and did, in fact, store the tidbit of knowledge away in the back of his mind. Always nice to know random things about the people you live with, right?

He didn’t feel the desire to actually use it until after the two of you had grown quite a bit closer and you had walked into the infirmary one day to keep him some company since you didn’t have anything else to do that evening.

He had been sitting in his chair, writing something of importance in a binder, when you walked up behind him and leaned over his shoulder to observe his work. He didn't really mind the proximity, nor was he bothered by the innocent questions you were asking; in fact, it felt nice that someone was genuinely interested in one of his passions.

This unfamiliar feeling struck a playful chord within him, and he laid his pen down and swiveled his chair around until he was facing you, earning a mildly puzzled smile.

"Jack? Ya done already?"

"For now. Your voice is very engaging."

You tilted your head and grinned suspiciously, placing your hands on the handles of his seat and letting it support your weight. "I feel like that's just a nice way of blaming me for distracting you."

"Nah." His black, soulless sockets met your e/c eyes, his voice taking on a mischievous tone. "Hey, how have you been feeling lately?"

Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion. "Uhh...what do you mean?"

“Ah, ya know. You doing well? There’s no pain here...or here?”

As he said those words, he lightly jabbed a couple of his fingers into different areas of your belly, prompting you to release a startled squeak and take a couple of steps backward, wrapping your arms around yourself for protection. “Mm-mm, nope. N-no pain there, I’m fine.”

“You sure?” If one listened closely enough, they’d be able to hear the devious smile lying behind his mask. “Cause it seemed like you were pretty eager to get away. Maybe I should do another assessment—“

“Heh, no Jack, I—I already said I’m okay. Thank you.”

“I don’t know... Judging by that reaction, I think there might be something else afoot.” Before you could get out of reach, he extended his arms and pulled you closer, and you were no match for his superhuman strength. “I’m gonna put pressure on some spots, and I need you to honestly tell me whether it hurts or not.”

Your heart sped up in fear, but you couldn’t say more than his name before a huff flew from between your lips, caused by his prodding the center of your stomach. He tilted his head.

"You flinched. Was it painful?"

"No!" Biting the interior of your cheek, you desperately tried to squirm away, shaking your head. "N-no, it doesn't hurt or anything, I—I swear."

"Then why are you acting that way?" His tone was laced with faux concern, and you were beginning to genuinely fear for your safety. Your attempt at a sentence spiraled out of control when his hand spidered up the side of your torso, and you shoved yourself away with much more force than necessary.

"S-sensitive! That's all, you—you don't have to worry."

He appeared to be contemplating your words as you leisurely backed up, guarding yourself with a hug. "That doesn't seem very convincing."

"B-but..." That's when you noted it. The amusement in his voice. He was doing this on purpose.

Shit.

Your eyes darted over to the door; your exit, your only hope. He picked up on your thoughts and folded his arms across his chest. "What's the matter? You look scared."

"I-I'm not!" you sputtered, weighing out your chances. If you ran, he'd surely catch you. If you didn't run, he'd pounce. Worth trying, right? So you took off in a hasty sprint, your anxiety growing when you heard the creaking of an office chair, soon followed by the skidding of shoes as they hammered across the floor. You were doomed.

A strong arm looped around your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks, and your blood turned cold. You didn't have much of a chance to string together a plea, however, because his free hand found your ribcage and skittered across its surface in a manner that made you shriek.

"Jack, w-wait!"

"I thought it didn't hurt?" he had the nerve to say, and you grew flustered as he brushed against a particularly sensitive area at the top of your abdomen.

"Stohop!"

"Your reactions are concerning, Y/n."

You squirmed like mad and kicked helplessly, your laughter going up an octave as he kneaded your hips.

He did stop after another minute or so, chuckling fondly and supporting you while you gathered your composure so you wouldn't tumble to the floor.

"Sorry, sorry," he apologized, mirth lacing his words as you stood straight again and shot him a hollow glare. "Don't know what got into me."

"Uh-huh."

[everettswritings]

Hello again! I finally fulfilled a couple requests, so I figured I would reward myself with some creepypasta tickles. I can’t stress enough how grateful I am for y’all’s patience and support, it really means a lot and I promise I’m trying to get that inbox emptied out. So have some EJ. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI!)

Warnings: mentions of blood and organs, a literal serial killer, mentions of death and murder, and some light swearing. Also EJ is semi verbal because that’s a headcanon of mine

“Reports say that the victim’s kidneys were removed, just like with the other seven. Residents of the surrounding area are advised to take extra precautions and to stay inside-“ The reporter’s voice was cut off by you shutting off the TV. There had been a string of eight murders in your area recently, and it seemed to only grow worse with each passing day. Every victim had their kidneys in particular removed, but why? Who would do such a thing? If only anyone knew, but little did you realize that you would know very soon. After making sure that your home was locked up tight, you went to bed.

The sound of broken glass awakened you abruptly, your eyes snapping open with fright. You made the mistake of leaving your phone somewhere in the kitchen, meaning that you would have to leave the safety of your room to grab it. It wasn’t like you had a lot of options, you couldn’t jump out the window nor could you scream for help without the killer finding you. You took a deep, shaky breath and braced yourself for what was to come. You crept out of your room after grabbing something to defend yourself with, being as quiet and stealthy as possible, but your cover wouldn’t last long. As you made your way downstairs, you caught sight of this murderer in your living room; he was wearing a black hoodie with a blue mask, and the eyes of said mask were only black holes with some unknown substance dripping out.

Just as you felt the fear starting to pound in your heart, he turned to face you as if he heard you. He sprinted towards you and you sprinted towards the kitchen, although he was fast he acted like he was blind. He bumped into several pieces of furniture, slowing him down long enough for you to grab your phone, but he still caught you and pinned you down on your stomach.

“… Kidney…” He spoke quietly, his voice surprisingly softer than anyone would expect, as if he didn’t speak that often. He took one of his hands and traced it down your back where your kidneys would be, unfortunately you had a bit of a weakness when it came to gentle hands and your reaction was the exact opposite of what anyone would expect “Haha-“ You quickly pressed your face into the floor. The killer paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side, then he repeated his earlier actions which earned him a squeal from your lips. “STOP! Don’t do that!” You yelled, only to be ignored as he continued to prod at the spot where your kidneys would be. You started to laugh against your own will, “Hahahaha! Stop it! Let gohoho!” You pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. He seemed to… enjoy it?

“Kidneys…” He repeated as he traced the spot, then his hand moved down a little, “Pancreas…” He started to tickle that spot as well. You writhed in his iron grip, giggling uncontrollably as he continued with this lesson in anatomy. “Small intestine… large intestine… liver…” He went on and on. After listing off all your organs, he finally let you go and you scrambled away weakly, breathless from being tickled unexpectedly, and you had your back against the nearby cabinets. Rather than making a move to hurt you, the killer sat down on the floor across from you. Due to the mask you couldn’t read his expression, but a part of you sensed that he was… happy?

“Jack… I’m Jack.” He said, interrupting your confusion, “Um… Y/N.” You replied hesitantly. Why wasn’t he trying to hurt you? Did he enjoy that? Did you just make an unlikely friend? Only time could tell.

Ahh! I love EJ so much, he’s so silly. I know it’s unusual for me to be posting non CRK content, but I really wanna write for other fandoms- especially the Creepypasta fandom. I hope this was enjoyable to some degree! Also, should I start adding the “read more” thing to more of my stories? I feel like that would make it easier to scroll through my blog. Anyways, that’s all, have a good one 🫶

[aang3ll]

Just gonna drop this here before I post the Mane 6 fic that was requested

[h0rr0rsaxo]

BLOCKING THEIR KISSES + CREEPYPASTA MEN.

Masterlist. / Requests?

SYNOPSIS: How they'd react to you dodging one of their kisses.

PAIRINGS. Jeff the killer x reader , Ticci Toby x reader , Eyeless Jack x reader , Hoodie x reader , Masky x reader , Homicidal Liu x reader , Ben Drowned x reader

GENRE + WARNINGS. Nothing too explicit. It's mostly fluff overall.

ﾒ JEFF 

Usually — he isn't very affectionate. So one of the fairly rare times he decides to press a chaste kiss onto your cheek, and you dodge? He takes it as disrespect. Will probably and very suddenly — take a hold of your collar rather roughly, pull you into him, lips colliding as you were completely dumbfounded. He wouldn't even be gentle about it either, he'll probably give your lips a rough tug if he's feeling especially petty. The kiss he gives you will calm him down in a few moments, but he will grunt in annoyance, becoming conscious of the reason he had been slightly irritated with you.

ﾒ TOBY 

He is extremely affectionate — he's constantly pressing kisses against your skin, and muttering compliments. So the next time he leans in for a kiss, and you press your hand against his mouth before he can manage — he's a little oblivious, he genuinely thinks you just want him to kiss your hand. He brought your hands to his cheeks to rub their backs against his skin. You absolutely flush when he begins peppering them with kisses so soft it almost made you question if he was even making contact. This man is so persistent with his affection. 

ﾒ JACK

Will most likely bite your hand. Contrary to popular belief — Jack isn't as mature as most people think. Yes, he's usually one of the more level-headed and mature ones among the creeps, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have his petty moments. The moment you press your hand against his face before he has the chance to kiss you— he's sinking his teeth in your hand with an annoyed expression. The bite isn't hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to basically tell you to stop your shit, and give him a kiss already. He deserves it! (He thinks he's entitled to your affectionation, and you feed into this delusion.)

ﾒ HOODIE 

It's been an incredibly long day for him, he's finally home after an unnecessary amount of proxy work, and he's ready to just fall asleep with you. He leans in for a kiss — but when he's denied of it, he definitely just ignores your action and attempts to kiss you again. Making the mistake of pressing your hand against his mouth before he can kiss you will result in him glaring at you a little. Watching you, Hoodie smirks as he lands a gentle yet sharp slap on your backside — just to get back at you for being a little shit. 

ﾒ MASKY 

This man. He's so petty. As soon as you decide to dodge him, there’s a pair of auburn eyes burning holes in the side of your head and you can feel the gaze penetrating further and further into your skull with each passing second. Will actively ignore you until you decide to just give in, and kiss him — he might even ignore your affection if he's really feeling petty. He bites. Not just your neck, he bites your shoulder, your arm. You assume he’s going insane since he has you pinned against the bed. 

ﾒ LIU 

This man is so cute — if you playfully press your hand against his mouth when he tries to kiss you, he'll only smirk a little before grabbing your hand. He'll turned them around, rubbing his calluses with his thumb as he admired them. Hid lips drew a trail in kisses as they made their way up your hands from the base of your palms to the tips of your fingers. He'll compliment you — tell you how your hands are one of his favorite things. Your heart racing and breathing quickening, before you pulled his hands to your lips for a kiss of your own.

ﾒ BEN 

Will fight you. Finds it annoying at first how you straight up dodged his kiss. Trying to fight back the urge to pounce on you and giggle with you like a shy school boy. After he resorts to tickling your sides he gives up and spins around to grab your hands, tumbling on the bed and wrestling with you. He doesn’t need any strength to keep you down, you’re too busy laughing under him — he presses a few kisses to your face and has a goofy little smile on his face.

[stnkiconverse]

Anybody of your choice with a reader who likes to randomly bite for no reason

-👽

How about everyone?

Creepypastas x Reader who likes to bite

Ticci Toby

1. Playful Bites:

- You have a habit of playfully nipping at Toby’s arms or shoulders when you’re feeling particularly affectionate. He always laughs and pretends to be offended, but secretly he loves it.

- Toby's tics might make him a bit jumpy at first, but he quickly gets used to your playful bites and even starts looking forward to them.

2. Affectionate Gestures:

- Toby enjoys the unique way you show affection. Your bites are never harsh, and they make him feel special and adored in your own quirky way.

- Sometimes, Toby will bite you back, though he's always gentle, mimicking your playful nibbles with a grin on his face.

3. Comfort and Calming:

- When Toby is stressed or anxious, you gently bite or kiss his knuckles or the back of his hand. The familiar sensation helps ground him and brings him a sense of comfort.

4. Inside Jokes:

- The two of you develop a series of inside jokes about your biting habits. Toby will often tease you about being a “little vampire” (GIRL YOURE MY FAVORITE, sorry, its a kpop reference) or “his personal piranha,” always with a playful glint in his eyes.

- You respond by pretending to bare your teeth and growl, which never fails to make Toby laugh.

5. Public Reactions:

- In public, your biting habits can sometimes catch others off guard. Toby finds it amusing when people react, but he also loves how unique and unapologetically yourself you are.

- Toby has been known to protectively explain to others that it’s just your way of showing affection, ensuring no one misunderstands or disrespects you for it.

Ben Drowned

1. Playful Mischief:

- Ben finds your biting habit absolutely adorable and matches it with his own playful nature. He often encourages you by pretending to run away or daring you to catch him.

- Your playful bites often lead to laughter-filled chases and impromptu tickle fights, making your relationship feel light-hearted and fun.

2. Virtual Bites:

- When Ben is in his digital form, you tease him by pretending to bite your screen, which makes him laugh and play along, sometimes glitching the screen as if he’s been “bitten.”

- He occasionally sends you silly gifs of biting or nibbling, keeping your playful dynamic alive even when he’s not physically present.

3. Casual Bites:

- Ben loves to watch you while you’re focused on something, waiting for the perfect moment to lean in and “surprise bite” you. It’s his way of keeping things spontaneous and exciting.

- Your biting habit often catches Ben off guard in the best way. Whether it’s a gentle nip on his ear or a playful bite on his arm, he loves the unpredictability of it.

4. Protective Instincts:

- Despite his mischievous nature, Ben is very protective of you. If anyone ever mocks your biting habit, he’s quick to shut them down, making it clear that he loves you just the way you are.

- Your biting habit becomes a form of affectionate reassurance for Ben, reminding him that you’re always there and that your bond is strong.

Eyeless Jack

1. Calming Times:

- Your gentle bites become a calming thing for Jack. When he’s stressed from his medical tasks or haunted by memories of his past, your affectionate nibbles or gentle kisses help ground him.

- Jack appreciates the intimacy of your bites. They remind him that he’s not alone and that someone cares deeply for him, despite his monstrous appearance.

2. Quiet Affection:

- Jack isn’t one for grand displays of affection, but your bites fit perfectly with his understated nature. A soft bite on his shoulder while he’s reading or a gentle nip on his hand while you’re walking together speaks volumes to him.

- Your biting habit becomes a silent way to communicate your love, something Jack deeply values and reciprocates in his own quiet manner.

3. Medical Curiosity:

- Jack is curious about the physiological reasons behind your biting habit. When he asked you about it, you answered with “I just like doing it”, leading to him finding it fascinating and endearing.

- Sometimes, Jack will gently bite you back (bcs of his teeth), experimenting with different ways to reciprocate your affection while ensuring he's always gentle and caring.

4. Shared Solitude:

- The two of you often spend time in abandoned places, enjoying the solitude. Your biting habit fits well with these quiet moments, adding a layer of comfort and intimacy to your explorations.

- Jack finds your bites reassuring, a reminder that even in the quietest, most desolate places, he has someone who understands and accepts him.

5. Late-Night Conversations:

- During your late-night conversations, you often kiss/nibble Jack’s hand or arm when he says something particularly insightful or touching. It’s your way of showing appreciation and connection without interrupting the flow of conversation.

- Jack has a dry sense of humor and occasionally teases you about your biting, calling you his “little predator” (which you send glares his way when he does so)with a rare, affectionate smile.

Jeff The Killer

1. Playful Defiance:

- Jeff is initially taken aback by your biting habit but quickly grows to enjoy it. Your playful defiance matches his chaotic energy, and he finds it both amusing and endearing.

- Your bites often lead to mock battles, with Jeff pretending to be “attacked” and dramatically retaliating with tickles or playful wrestling.

2. Boundary Testing:

- Jeff likes to push boundaries, and your biting habit becomes a game of who can surprise the other first. He’ll sneak up on you and pretend to bite you back, always keeping things lively and unpredictable.

- Despite his rough exterior, Jeff appreciates the unique way you show affection. It adds a sense of normalcy and connection in his otherwise tumultuous life.

3. Affection Amidst Chaos:

- In the midst of Jeff’s chaotic world, your biting habit becomes a source of stability. It’s a small, constant reminder that there’s something tender and real amidst all the violence and madness.

- Jeff might not say it outright, but your bites make him feel cared for in a way he hasn't experienced before. It's a comforting contrast to his usual interactions.

4. Protective Reactions:

- Jeff is fiercely protective of you, especially because of your biting habit. If anyone mocks or misunderstands it, he’s quick to defend you with his usual brashness.

- Your bites are a reminder to Jeff that he has someone who sees beyond his violent tendencies, someone who cares for the person he is underneath.

5. Unexpected Softness:

- Over time, Jeff becomes surprisingly soft when it comes to you. Your bites are the only form of physical contact he doesn’t recoil from, and he even starts to look forward to them.

- Jeff might occasionally let his guard down and return your bites, albeit clumsily, showing a rare moment of vulnerability and affection.

Jane The Killer

1. Soft Moments:

- Jane is initially wary of your biting habit, but she soon realizes it’s your way of showing affection. Over time, she grows to appreciate it, especially during quiet moments when you’re alone together.

- Your bites become a way to break through her emotional guard, reminding her that it's okay to feel and express love.

2. Tender Affection:

- Despite her tough exterior, Jane has a soft spot for you. Your gentle nibbles on her hand or shoulder are a reminder of the gentler side of life, something she often misses in her dark world.

- Jane reciprocates in her own way, sometimes brushing her fingers lightly across your skin or giving you a soft kiss in return.

3. Silent Communication:

- Your biting becomes a form of silent communication between you two. A gentle nip on her ear or arm tells Jane you’re there for her without needing words, which she finds comforting.

- In tense situations, a quick bite can calm Jane down, helping her focus and reminding her she’s not alone.

4. Protective Nature:

- Jane is highly protective of you, especially when she notices others reacting to your biting habit. She’s quick to defend your unique way of showing affection, ensuring no one misunderstands or disrespects you.

- Your bites become a symbol of trust and safety, reinforcing the bond between you two in a world full of danger and deception.

5. Shared Solitude:

- The two of you often enjoy moments of solitude, where your biting habit fits perfectly. It’s a small, intimate act that brings comfort and closeness without needing to say much.

- Jane finds these moments soothing, a rare respite from her usual life of constant vigilance and danger.

Nina The Killer

1. Playful Affection:

- Nina loves your biting habit. It matches her nature, and she often initiates playful bite-fights, laughing as you both try to outdo each other.

- Your bites become a regular part of your interactions, a fun and affectionate way to express your feelings.

2. Cute Moments:

-She often teases you about being her “little biter” and encourages you to keep it up.

- Nina might respond with her own playful nibbles, turning it into a game that keeps both of you entertained and connected.

3. Mutual Protection:

- Nina is fiercely protective of you, especially because of your unique way of showing affection. She admires how unapologetically yourself you are and makes sure no one mocks or misunderstands your biting habit.

- Your bites remind Nina that she has someone who truly understands and accepts her, which is rare in her chaotic life.

4. Shared Excitement:

- Your biting habit fits perfectly with Nina’s love for excitement. It becomes a part of your shared adventures, adding an element of spontaneity and fun.

- Nina often initiates playful challenges, daring you to bite her in unexpected moments, making your relationship dynamic and full of surprises.

5. Comforting Presence:

- Despite her tough exterior, Nina finds your bites comforting. They remind her that she’s not alone and that someone genuinely cares for her.

- Your biting habit becomes a way to bring Nina back to reality when she's feeling overwhelmed, grounding her with a simple, affectionate act.

Homicidal Liu

1. Gentle Affection:

- Liu is initially surprised by your biting habit but quickly grows to appreciate it. Your gentle nibbles on his hand or arm are a welcome reminder of affection in his otherwise tumultuous life.

- He finds your bites soothing, a way to ground himself when he’s struggling with his internal conflicts.

2. Grounding Presence:

- Your bites become a grounding presence for Liu, especially during moments when he’s mentally battling with Sully or dealing with his PTSD. They remind him of your unwavering support and love.

- Liu appreciates how your bites help him stay connected to reality, offering a sense of stability amidst his emotional turmoil.

3. Silent Understanding:

- The two of you develop a silent understanding through your bites. A gentle nip on his shoulder or arm tells Liu that you’re there for him without needing words, which he finds comforting.

- In moments of distress, your bites become a way to reassure Liu that he’s not alone and that you’re always there to support him.

4. Protective Instincts:

- Liu is highly protective of you, especially because of your biting habit. He ensures no one mocks or misunderstands it, making it clear that it’s a special part of your relationship.

- Your bites symbolize trust and safety for Liu, reinforcing the bond between you two in a world full of danger and betrayal.

5. Shared Solitude:

- The two of you often enjoy moments of quiet solitude, where your biting habit fits perfectly. It’s a small, intimate act that brings comfort and closeness without needing to say much.

- Liu finds these moments calming, a rare respite from his usual life of constant vigilance and danger. Your bites become a reminder of the love and trust you share, something he cherishes deeply.

Hope this was good enough!!

[chaotic-vibes-only-please]

Can I request for some ben drowned or eyeless jack smut? Like he sees you in a short skirt and just looses his self-control?

Control(Eyeless Jack x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Eyeless Jack x Afab Reader

A/N: Of course! Here you go🍵💕 Sorry, I took a long break from writing. College has been rough😭

Warnings: Smut, Rough sex, breeding and size kink heavily implied, degradation, afab reader, 18+, MDI

You're lifted up and down onto his cock at a pace that shouldn't be possible. The little skirt wrapped around your waist flows prettily against your hips as they bounce onto his thick shaft.

Jack's large hands grip your waist in a bruising grip, claws digging against your skin and threatening to break it. You're gasping and crying while he continues to use you as his personal flesh light. Your own fingers dig into his strong shoulders that flex underneath your touch, displaying the ripples of muscle he has. The grey skin on his back is scratched up by your own nails. Jack thrusts up into you particularly hard and you fall forward onto his broad chest.

Your poor cunt is so overstimulated that it almost hurts. It's the good kind of pain where you don't know whether you want it to stop or you want more.

"What's wrong Little One? Can't handle getting dicked down? This is what you deserve for wearing this tiny peice of fabric you call a fucking skirt" He grunts into your ear, his brown hair tickling your cheek as he licks a long line up the side of your neck with his monsterous black tongue. "And only a pair of panties underneath? You were begging me to bend you over" Jack chuckles before slamming you down onto your back. You yelp at the sudden change in position. He forces your thighs far apart. Your skirt flips upwards, exposing how your pussy grips his cock, folds slick with your own cum. He forces your thighs wide apart with his hands so that he can reach even deeper inside of you.

He hits impossibly deeper into your cunt, his pelvis hitting against your ass hard. Jack keeps your skirt bunched by your waist so that he can see you fully wrapped around his length. You're left a whimpering blubbering mess underneath him as the knot in your stomach tightens. Your walls twitch and clench down on him the closer you grow to your release. "That's right, take it" He groans while slamming into you harder and faster with each thrust. The pads of his fingers rub against your clit in a circular motion.

Your eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering as hot white pleasure bursts inside of you. Your thighs tremble in his hold. With one last rut of his hips, he buries his cock as deep as he can inside of you and fills you with his cum. You can feel the warmth seeping into your womb. There's so much of it dribbles down your folds and to your inner thighs. You slightly shift and whimper at feeling so full as he continues to pump load after load out of his length and into your pussy.

He thrusts into you hard, but slow to fuck his cum into you. You're left whining and clawing at his strong back. "You know better than to tease me" He growls and looks down to stare at where you're connected to him. You nod your head with a whimper and mutter a quick sorry. He slowly pulls all the way out until the tip is the only thing keeping your folds spread open and admires how his cum oozes from your cunt before pushing back in all the way inch by inch. "You wanted my attention, you'll have it all night long" He hisses from above you. Your trembling, tears covering your face and skin heated. And despite your crying, he starts to pound into you again. You knew wearing the new skirt you bought would rile him up, but as you're getting your guts rearranged you can't help to think you didn't know he'd enjoy the peice of fabric this much.

[crxshed-skxlls]

Hiiii I'm being anon since I've never done a request before and I'm mildly embarrassed about it KJHFUIOG

do you think you could do something with eyeless jack? either just nsfw hcs or even a fic! i guess to add any suggestions for a fic maybe ej breaking into the reader's home? Could also have dub-con and breeding elements to it if you'd like! Though you can do whatever! ^^ (also gn reader if that's ok!)

OVERALL THOUGH I've been enjoying reading your content n stuff so far and ty for reading this even if you don't do the idea! :D

Word count:

Ooo very intriguing request. Don't worry Anon, your sins are my command 🙏 (my apologies if this isn't the best; it's my first time writing with a gn!reader)

— ❝ Home Invasion

Eyeless Jack x Gn!reader

Word count: 2k+

Plot: You were having an ordinary night, slowly slipping into your bed to a sweet slumber. Little did you know, an unwelcoming visitor gives you a sinful surprise.

NSFW tags: Dubcon, breeding, mating press, knife play, primal elements, bloodplay, biting, implied voyuerism, praise, Masochism elements

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It was a dark, brisk night. The cold air of the night tickles for body as you lay in your bed. You lay peacefully bliss to your surroundings as you slip into a slumber, your breathing slow as you sigh. You had a long day, and you were ready to get some shut-eye. However, you had been tossing and turning from the uncomfortable chill of the room. You feel a subtle presence in your room, like prying eyes watched you, but you thought it was your anxieties about the dark night. It took a little while, but you finally slip out of consciousness, eyes fluttering shut as you slip away. 

Though, your gut told you right. A dark figure lurked out your window, careful not to draw attention to him. His features muted except for his cobalt blue mask with signature black eye holes. He watches you toss and turn, only for you to lose consciousness. He licked his lips as he prowls, silently opening your window you so obliviously forgot to lock. He lifts the frame with a click sound, quietly stepping into your room. You flinch in your sleep as you hear the subtle shift of your window closing, turning to where your back pressed into your mattress. 

Jack looks around, silently slipping to your bed. He looks down at you, his soulless sockets peering onto your sleeping form. He grabs the corner of your plush blanket, slipping the cloth off of your form. You mumble something in your slumber, shifting in your sleep. Jack has watched you many times before, knowing how much of a heavy sleeper you are. The noirette continued his prowl, getting on top of you gently. He straddles your hips, looking down at your figure with a small grunt. He licks the dried blood from his stained teeth as he slips your shirt up slightly, revealing your abdomen with ease.

You shutter under the taller being, humming as his hand traces your stomach. Jack soon takes out his knife, examining the thin blade made for incisions. Jack groans quietly as his stomach fills with a familiar warmth, the uncomfortable fabric sticking to his growing member. The uttered thought of watching you so vulnerable made his head reel with sinful thoughts. It wasn't long before your eyes start to flutter, which made Jack tense. Your eyes open quickly as you see the unwanted stranger, though there was a sharp feeling to your neck before you dare utter a word. Jack keeps his knife to your throat, leaning in to your face slightly. Your adrenaline made you wide awake as he traces the blade faintly on your skin, making tears prick your terrified eyes. 

Jack smirks at your body's reactions, his head tilting to the side. You watch as his soulless eyes prey upon your form. You shiver, closing your eyes. He let's out a small a chuckle, tracing the blade down to your chest. You don't dare utter a word, the silence filling up the air. It wasn't long until his grim voice spoke, his voice in a rough tone. 

" You're pretty for prey, don't you know? "

He breathes, letting the blade snag at your shirt. He watches as some of the cloth rips under the blade, making you shiver under his grasp. You feel your body become a little flush under the compliment, his rough voice melting at your scared thoughts. You want to shake him off, tell him to stop, but this was something you had been anticipating for a while. It was a weird fantasy of yours that not a lot of people understood, but you thought it was arousing with the unexpectedness that lingered around the thought of a break in. Jack interrupts your thoughts as you hear a tear sound, noticing the blade tear halfway down your shirt. It revealed your collarbones and part of your chest, making the man bite his lip under his mask.

" You're body structure is in great proportions, you know? Great for me to take in.. "

" Why are you doing this? "

You say in a hushed whisper, your soft voice ringing in his ears. It wasn't long until you realized the surprise in Jack's pants however, feeling it throb against his clothing. He pauses his movements, looking at your face. It wasn't long before he lifts a part of his mask with a dark chuckle. Your eyes widen at the inhuman features, his sharp teeth visible in his grin. His grayish features shimmered in the moonlight, dried blood visible on his face. Your hands ball into fists as he leans into your neck.

" Simple. You caught my eye from a greater distance, love. Ever since, it's been hard not to think about how lovely you would look tainted in your own blood. "

His soft tone as he explains to you was both frightening and arousing. The way his words coaxed you in an uncomfortable arousal left you to whimper under him. You never knew such an intruder that had a soft side to his words. You gasp as you feel his tongue lap at your neck, pressing in all the right places.

" Be good for me.. And you might walk off with your organs in tact. Understood? "

" M- mhm.. "

You nod and stiffen under his words, letting out a hushed moan as his tongue traces your collarbones. Jack grunts as he gets between your legs, hungrily nipping at your neck with his teeth. You moan out as you feel his erection press against your sensitive crotch, making him smile on your neck. You yelp suddenly as you feel a sharp pain signal down your spine. Your hands instinctively tug at Jack's back, feeling his sharp teeth bite harshly into your soft skin. He moans at your cries, listening curiously as they turn into moans. As his teeth release from your neck, he laps out the thick blood that spilled out.

It wasn't deep enough to hit an artery or anything, but it definitely was deep. You moan at the twinges of pain, gripping the figure's Hoodie. Jack moans as well, pulling up slightly. Your tear glazed eyes were able to make out the messy blood on Jack's lips, making your face flush a little red. Jack grins at your figure, licking his lips. You shiver tenderly as you watch him lick the blood off his lips.

" I didn't realize you were a such a masochist now.. After all, there's only so much I can see from your windows. "

You gulp as tears spill from your face, panting from the twinges of want and need. You knew this was crazy, the back of your mind berated you for wanting such a monster. However your body clouded any sane thought your brain could come up with. The way he teased and admitted to watching you made you squirm slightly, feeling a little more nervous if anything. You soon get snapped into reality as Jack takes off your pants, along with your undergarments. You squirm more, your hands shifting to Jack's chest as you slightly push. Jack let's out a guttural growl, his eyes piercing into your gaze. You gulp as you watch his blade come up to your neck again, making you whimper out as your hands fall down onto your mattress.

" What happened to being good, huh? "

Jack comments, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. You shiver with uncertainty, but as soon as Jack makes a small incision on your chest makes you moan out in surprise. You hiss from the twinge of pain, but Jack just chuckles at you. He licks at the small cut, making you moan out again in a more pleasurable tone. You soon hear an unzipping sound, making you tremble slightly under Jack. You knew what was coming, and there was no point for your aching body to fight back. You feel as Jack sighs in a somewhat relief, letting his member spring from his denim jeans. You audibly gasp as his cock hits your abdomen teasingly, looking at the sheer size made you flush a deep red. 

" Awwh, like what you see darling? "

Jack snickers at your actions as you watch his cock twitch. He soon positions himself to your hole, pressing the tip to your ass. You look up at Jack with a doe eyed expression, earning a groan from the man. You soon yelp out as you feel Jack slam into you with one strong push, causing twinges of pain and pleasure to fill your body. Jack growls as you clench to his length, using one of his hands to stabilize himself. You feel him slowly pull about halfway out of you, just for him to thrust back into you. You both moan out as he sets a rough pace.

" F- fuck- "

" Yeeah, tha- hah- that's right. Take it. "

You hear Jack mutter out loud as you feel his  dick press into all your sweet areas, causing you to shamelessly moan. He growls almost animalistically as he slams into you, moving to your neck to bite into the same mark he left on your skin. You yell out with breathy moans and pleas for more, but Jack continues to lick and suck at the blood that taints your tender skin. You tremble under him as you feel your body reaching a climax, whimpering out as he thrusts into you. You hitch your breath as Jack hooks your shaky legs to his shoulders, borrowing his dick deep inside of you. You let out moans and mewls as he aims for all your sweet spots, your back arching as you press against him. It wasn't long before you end up coming onto him, choking out more moans. Jack groans as your body tenses around him, earning you a stifled laugh from him.

" Awwh f- uck– you really think were- ngh- done yet? "

Jack grins into your skin as he slams into you, hearing your sultry moans and slapping sounds from his movements. You shake under him as he keeps going, holding you in this mating press as he growls and bites at your skin. You feel as if your ascending as your stomach bubbles and prepares for another climax. You give him choked out pleas, begs but none were answered. You hear Jack muttering in your ears about all the things he could do to you, possessive statements ringing through your body.

" Sh- shit– get ready doll.. I'll make sure you'll– haah– be mine. "

He hisses in your ears as he chases his climax. You let your arms fly up to grasp at his Hoodie again, whimpering as you both chase your orgasms. Jack groans as he slams his dick all the way in your poor hole, his hips sputtering as he splashes white ropes inside of you. You tremble from your final orgasm, spasming as his hips sputter for a final time. The room once filled with slapping and moaning sounds is now filled with pants and breathy moans. Your legs tremble against Jack before he peacefully rests your legs back down to your bed. Jack bites his lip as he pulls out of you, watching as some of his semen dribble out of your cute hole. 

You pant as you feel a sudden tiredness flood over you from all the midnight activity. Jack pulls you in for a bittersweet kiss, making you taste a mixture of himself and your blood. You whimper in his mouth as you feel his sharp teeth as he explores your mouth. He soon breaks the wet kiss with a smirk, a beaded mixture of your salivas connected together. The string breaks as he pulls himself up, getting out from between your legs as you weakly watch. He gets off your bed, watching your limp body as its covered in bodily fluids. Soon, in a timid manner almost, Jack pulls up the covers for you. 

He tucks you in, giving you a warm sensation as your eyes droop in and out of your tired focus. He kisses your forehead, slipping his mask into place as he stands beside your bed. You look at the figure shining in the moonlight, his blue features vibrant. He has a soft gaze on you as you tiredly close your eyes, slipping into your polite slumber again.

" You did so well, angel… Sweet dreams. "

The last mumbles of praise leaves his soft lips as you hear him faintly walk to your window. As he opens the window, you quickly fade into the nonchalant darkness of your subconscious. Your mind echoed his soft words with endearment rather than unsettlment, peacefully passing your subconscious in your sweet dreams. You look at this night in endearment, hoping to see that familiar face again one day..

[just-a-creep-babe]

A Demon’s Ache — Part 18

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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He should leave

He should get the fuck out of your room so that he can actually think straight and figure out what to do

But he just can’t

You look so peaceful in his embrace, so sweet and innocent

He can’t bring himself to just abandon you

His thoughts are racing a mile a minute as he tries to figure things out

He’s not the most knowledgeable about demon marks and what they mean, but he knows enough to understand that they’re serious

His first order of business, he realizes, should be research

If there’s any way to undo them, or at least minimize the effects, he should give it a shot

And the sooner he does it, the higher chance he has to fix this

Which brings him all the way back to square one; he should leave

He looks down at you

Your eyes are closed, brows relaxed, lips parted just the slightest bit as you breathe in slow, long breaths

He can practically feel the blood running through your veins, hear the way it pumps to your organs by the steady rhythm of your heart

Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump

He swallows thickly, his mouth watering at the temptation of your flesh

He’s fucking salivating

He has to leave—now

But right as he shifts beneath you, you murmur something in your sleep and he freezes in place

He woke you up

He woke you up and now you’re going to see the mark and you’re going to loathe him for doing this to you

He flinches, bracing himself for the worst possible outcome

But all you do is nuzzle deeper into him, still half-asleep, and relief like no other washes over him

He can’t leave, he realizes

He should be there when you discover the mark

Even if it scares him—even if it absolutely terrifies him—he shouldn’t avoid this

He’s the one who created this mess; he has to be the one who deals with it too

He buries his face into your hair and breathes in deeply

Your scent is as soothing as always

He’ll figure it out, everything’s going to be ok

As long as he has you, everything’s going to be alright

It takes a short while, but eventually, you slowly start stirring awake

You mumble his name, pressing your face into the crook of his neck to avoid the glare of the sunlight, and he hums in response

Don’t think about the mark, don’t panic, don’t make it obvious something’s wrong

Part of him wants to outright blurt it out, but another part of him, a more dominant part of him, wants to savour every second he can before admitting to it

And it’s wrong

And he knows it’s wrong to withhold this kind of information from you, but fuck, how can he resist the temptation of your ignorance for just a moment longer?

You stretch your stiff limbs out, eyelashes tickling his jawline as you blink away the sleep clouding your mind

You hum peacefully, as if waking up next to him is nothing short of blissful, and that knot of guilt tightens in his stomach

Reaching up from under the comforter, your fingertips trace over Jack’s chest, moving all the way up his collarbone to his neck, and finally, over his Adam’s apple

He has to resist the urge to swallow down his heartache out of fear you might somehow feel it

But even then, even despite everything, your touch is so gentle, so soft

He can’t remember the last time anyone treated him with so much warmth, so much kindness

His eyelids instinctively flutter close over the messy black tar dripping from his sockets

And as he does, it’s like he can almost trick himself into believing things are different

He can almost pretend you’re both human, and you’re waking up in your shared bedroom in the apartment you both picked out together

He can act like it’s a quiet Saturday morning, and it’s a sunny day outside, and the birds are chirping and neither of you have anything planned

You’re both free to relax, to spend as much time in bed as the both of you want, and any minute now, he’s going to get up to make you breakfast while you prepare the coffee

“Come shower with me”

He’s brought back to reality by the sound of your voice, still gravelly and laced with sleep

When he reopens his eyes, he finds you smiling, still evidently sleepy, and the sight makes his heart flutter in his chest

“Mmh,” he makes a noise of agreement in his throat, and your smile grows

How’re you so effortlessly gorgeous?

You sit up, lazily stretching your arms over your head, and the motion causes the sheets to fall from your form, exposing the entirety of your naked back to him

He’s at a loss for words

The way your skin stretches over your curves, the way the morning light dances over your body—you look ethereal

He wants to reach out, wants to touch every inch of your skin—he wants to worship you

But then you roll your neck out to ease the stiffness in your muscles, and in doing so, it reveals that deep blemish on your skin once more

It’s all it takes for his perfect moments to fall apart, crumbling like ashes in the breeze

Fuck

What the fuck kind of mess did he get the both of you into?

Completely oblivious to his dilemma, to the pained mix of emotions blooming in his chest, you turn to him with that gentle smile on your face

“You coming?”

He can’t keep his hands off you in the shower

It’s hot and steamy, and the space is just small enough to give him an excuse to press up so wonderfully close to you

Warm water glides off your body, outlining every dip and curve of your form, and he finds himself tracing over it, almost absent-minded, like he’s under a spell

You’ve bewitched him

You stand on the tip of your toes, and he almost thinks you’re about to kiss him, but all you do is reach behind him for the soap, and he has to hide his disappointment

“Let me help you,” you murmur

He nods, and then you’re lathering up his skin and touching him all over

You start at his chest, fingers dancing over both his pecs and in the valley of his hard muscles

You follow an invisible path over both his shoulders, feeling the broad expanse of them at the same time, and then move all the way down to his biceps

He wonders what’s going through your mind

All he can think about is, again, how no one else has ever been so loving with his body—especially not after his transformation

He wonders if, despite your kindness, some part of you wishes his skin was a normal human colour, or a normal human firmness

He wonders if you would’ve maybe agreed to officially date him if he wasn’t what he is

You move down to his forearms, then trace all the way back up his shoulders and down his chest until the whole top portion of his body’s clean

You seem to inhale sharply as you continue down to his torso

Down his stomach, your fingertips smooth over the ridges of his muscles before reaching his V-line

There’s no hiding it any longer, no hiding his desire for you

He’s worried it’ll put you off, but then he smells your arousal even through the soap’s perfume, and he realizes it’s mutual

Either way, you still don’t make any moves to initiate anything, so neither does he

He simply lets you clean him, lets you touch his body to your heart’s content until you’re reaching down to his calves and the next thing he knows, you’re kneeling before him and his dick is inches from your face

You bite your lip, glancing up at him, and that look in your eyes has him twitching right in front of you

You don’t have to do this, he wants to say, he appreciates it and everything but it’s really not necessary

But then you lean up and press a kiss to his tip and god, he wants to throat-fuck you so fucking badly

Your lips are perfectly soft as you kiss him again, and then you part your mouth open to stick your tongue out and lap at the precum dribbling from his slit

“Fuck, (y/n)”

He groans out a gravelly curse, throwing his head back as his hips jut forward in search of more

When you roll your tongue over his tip, lavishing the most sensitive part of his cock with attention, he has to grind his teeth together to prevent a snarl from rippling out

He snaps a hand out to tangle into your hair because he needs something to stabilize himself

And at the same time, it provides the perfect opportunity to drag you forwards, pressing you closer up against his cock so you’ve almost no choice but to swallow him down

You whimper around him, and feeling you do so drives him wild

He tries to let you suck him off at your own pace, he really does

But he just can’t resist impatiently pushing and pulling at your hair, all while his hips instinctively jerk forward, trying to cram more of himself down your throat, trying to feel more of you around him

And he feels bad for making you gag around him, but at the same time, fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing ever

He growls your name, bringing his other hand up to your hair, and when you look up at him, your eyes all watery and pleading, he slowly but surely feels his grasp on his self-control slipping

How can he resist face-fucking such a pretty little thing like you?

You almost seem to want it as much as he does, too

Squeezing your eyes shut with your brows furrowing in concentration, you slacken your jaw and stick your tongue out, creating just the perfect entrance for him to fuck however he pleases

Your lips stretch out around his thick cock, your cute little muffled whimpers making him pulse on your tongue with every thrust

He should be ashamed of the way he’s using you—but you just feel so fucking good

Watching you struggle to choke down his length is almost just as satisfying as the way your throat keeps tightening around him

Combined with the way your arousal’s filling the air—it’s bliss

He snarls something indistinct, thrusting hard and fast enough to make his balls slap against your chin every time he reaches the very back of your throat

And the combination of it all has his stomach tightening, but it’s just not enough to cum

No—he wants to save that to breed you

A few more seconds of enjoyment is all he allows himself before he pulls you off of him

He’s panting, chest heaving as he takes a moment to recover from the euphoria of your mouth

His cock is aching for more

“C’mere,” he says, and there’s that demonic lilt to his voice he can’t always control as he helps you back up again, “s’my turn to clean you”

Even though it’s hard to focus, even though all he can think about is bending you over and screwing your pretty little brains out, he tries his best to be as caring and considerate as you’d been with him

He lathers you up with soap, using it as an excuse to touch you even more, to massage every inch of your body

His hands savour the curves of your sides, from your chest to your waist, down to your hips and thighs, and then all the way back up to your chest again

He doesn’t fail to notice the way your breath hitches when his touch grazes over your tits—of course he doesn’t, he never doesn’t notice—so he allows himself the indulgence of squeezing them

They fit wonderfully in his palms, even as he grabs and toys with them at his leisure

You arch your back up, trying to push more of your chest into his hands, and if he wasn’t so turned on right now, he might chuckle at how needy you’re being

He tugs and pinches at your nipples, and when you make a breathy little whimper, it has him throbbing

“So good, little one, you’re doing so fucking good for me”

He’s so fucking horny

He drags his fingers along the inner flesh of your thighs, teasing at your sensitive skin

“You want it, little morsel, you want this?”

It’s not like he doesn’t know the answer, it’s not like he can’t tell how desperate you are when you nudge your legs further apart for him

But he wants to hear you say it

“Y-yes, Jack—please. Please, I want you~”

A slave to your every whim and desire as always, he pushes his fingers between your folds, and the both of you groan in unison as he stretches you out

He can just imagine you clenching around his cock instead of his digits

When he curls his finger just the right way, a moan bubbles from your parted lips and you stumble in place, like you almost can’t handle just how good he feels

With his free hand, he lifts your leg up, hooking it around his hip and pressing your back to the shower wall

You’ve nowhere to squirm, nowhere to escape

All you can do is take it

In and out, he pumps his fingers into your velvety walls until your thighs are shaking and your mewls are getting louder than the sound of the water hitting the tiles

Your shaky hands reach out to dig crescents into his skin, and the pain mixing in with his insatiable lust is such a wonderfully heady combination

When you moan his name again, he realizes he can’t wait any longer

He pulls his fingers out, lifts you up and presses your back to the shower wall so you're completely trapped against his muscular build

And then he aligns himself to your entrance, his thick tip catching at the edges of your entrance before finally, finally, he sinks all the way in

It's heaven

The way you suck him in, the way your walls flutter around him—you're divine

You shift in his hold, like you're trying to accommodate to the sheer size of him, and it has the plush flesh of your ass grinding right against his balls

He tries to hold back a moan, but part of it escapes him in a gravelly rumble, and you seem to tense around him when it does

With you clinging onto him like this, he doesn't even need to move his hips to fuck himself into you

All he does is lift you up and lower you back down, using your own weight as momentum, and the simple motion already has you whimpering and gushing around his cock

"Fuck, morsel~"

You're making his head spin

He's dizzy, already drunk off your sex

Up and down, up and down, he uses you like a toy, barely flinching from your weight even despite how much you keep squirming

The way you keep jutting your hips against him—like you're either trying to help or just too fucking horny to stay still—is so fucking adorable

Saliva filling his mouth at the temptation of it all—at the temptation of you and those little sounds you keep making and the smell of your arousal and god, just everything that makes you so infuriatingly irresistible—he presses his head into the crook of your neck, trying to hide the fact that he's very much so on the verge of drooling over you

But then he sees it again—sees that mark he left on your skin with his teeth, claiming you as his mate, and even though he should be fucking disgusted that he gave it to you without your consent, it instead has the opposite effect and it makes him snap

His

You're his—it's physically undeniable

It's like the realization really sinks in during the heat of the moment, now that he's too sex-drunk and shameless to care, and something about his instincts and his possessiveness just completely takes over

Animalistically fast and deliciously hard, he fucks into you like an animal in heat

With every thrust, he slams you down onto his cock and jerks his hips up into you, making the flesh of your thighs jiggle from the rush of actions as the smacking of his pelvis against yours fills the room

He's not entirely sure if he's hitting your cervix or your g-spot, too dazed in his fervor to care, but he knows he must be hitting something good because you're screaming for him

And it doesn't take long for your muscles to seize and your body to start shaking uncontrollably, and it's hard to tell because of all the water from the shower, but you're either squirting all over him or just getting really, really messy all of a sudden

His cock pulses and twitches between clenching walls, and you're squeezing him so hard it's almost painful but fuck if the pain doesn't feel good

Your body is so small and so delicate compared to his, but he can't bring himself to have the restraint he normally has

He's done controlling himself—he wants to wreck you

It all gets a bit blurry like it normally does when he loses himself to his instincts

The next thing he knows, he has you bent over the bathroom sink in front of the mirror, and the both of you are still dripping from the shower, which is still running in the background, but he couldn't care less

All he cares about is breeding you

He's never felt such a powerful urge to do so like this before

Your shaky hands claw helplessly at the ceramic of the sink, as if that could help you get a grip, but it's no use because he won't stop until he's ruined you

When he looks at your reflection, he finds that your eyes have rolled back and your mouth is parted in a mix of silent screams, broken gasps and dumb babbles of his cock splitting you in half, but that's not what he wants

He wants you to look at him when he pumps the entirety of his load inside you

Which is why, with one hand bruising your thigh to force you in place, force you still for him fuck you open, the other reaches out to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your gaze up

"Look at me, little whore—look at me when I fill you up, when I breed that perfect cunt and make you all mine"

It's like he doesn't have control of his actions or his words because even he barely recognizes that demonic snarl lacing his tone

It almost sounds like he’s threatening you

"Beg, my little bitch, beg for your mate's cum"

It's hard to distinguish any coherent words in your desperate babbling, and even in the unfocused reflection of your eyes, he can tell you're overstimulated, overwhelmed, struggling to accept every inch of his cock brutally pounding into your walls

But watching you struggle to obey him and feeling you struggle around him like writhing prey turns him on so fucking badly

He wants to give it all to you—you deserve to take it all

Which is why, with one final resounding thrust, he sheathes himself all the way inside you, sealing his hips into yours so that his cock is as deep as it'll go

You're on the very tip of your toes, the whole weight of your body supported almost solely by his pelvis in order to dig his cock into you

And with an inhuman sound, he finally cums

It feels good

It feels so, so good; better than any other orgasm he's ever experienced

It's like his whole body is alive, thrumming with a rush of adrenaline as ecstasy floods his veins

His body lurches forwards, jaw flexing shut as he somehow manages to resist sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade

And your little whimpers and gasps are just as fucking cute as ever

His orgasm is long and hard, and even after his high has reached its peak, he stays sheathed inside you

He's thoroughly wrecked your body; he can tell by how limp you've gone, letting yourself be held up only by him and the counter and nothing else

And he realizes he should pull out, give you a moment to rest and offer any and all aftercare you might need

But he doesn't want his cum to spill out of you

He wants to stay connected to you for as long as possible

And after all, why shouldn't he?

You're his mate

[electroluv12]

creepypasta kiss headcanons (boys)

masky, hoodie, LJ, EJ, jeff, BEN, liu/sully, candypop, toby

Candypop

his lips are very soft

loves kissing your nose, lips and head.

wraps his hands in your hair while you kiss him aswell.

Slides candyfloss into your mouth while your lips part.

Masky/Tim

He kisses your hands, lips and cheek.

His lips are rough, and his kisses are short.

massages your lower back while you kiss.

he tastes of cigarettes and beer

Laughing Jack

his nose gets in the way so its very hard for you guys to kiss

he has to turn his head a LONG way sideways just to kiss you, but it makes him very happy so its okay.

he tastes like sweets, marshmallows, lollipops and sour sugar.

Hoodie/Brian

his lips are soft and plump

his mustache tickles you a little bit

sometimes he sneaks his tongue into your lips if you part them even the slightest bit.

he tastes of beer like Masky/Tim.

BEN

tastes of weed and redbull.

He likes to kiss you literally everywhere and anywhere.

he plays weird video game soundtracks to be romantic...

whispers corny things in your ear as a joke on purpose

Eyeless Jack

his tongue games really good, like REALLY good.

your lips probably become swollen

likes to kiss your lips, neck, collarbones and cheek.

nuzzles your neck affectionately afterwards

Liu/Sully

Liu is very affectionate, his lips are nice and plump.

he peppers sweet kisses all over your face and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Sully on the other hand is very rough and basically shoves his tongue down your throat and gives you hickeys.

Liu apologises for him afterwards if you werent okay with it, and ends up cuddling you to sleep, probably by spooning.

Toby

Twitches alot from excitement while he kisses you lol

his lips are a bit chapped but its okay because he's so gentle when he kisses you <3

he always asks for permission before kissing you in places he isnt sure your okay about him kissing.

Jeff

his lips are severely chapped/flaky, and they might even be rotting

he's very rough like Sully.

He literally abuses your mouth with his tongue whenever he gets the chance to.

hugs you tight while he does it, even wrapping an arm around your waist.

[creepypasta65]

Hihi! May I request Toby, EJ, Bloody Painter and Puppeteer with how they’d fare against/with their S/O in a tickle fight? It’s so cool if not!! Thank you in advance!! <3

Sorry for not responding right away and Thanks for the request :)

Toby, EJ, Bloody Painter, and Puppeteer having a tickle fight with their s/o:

Toby:

Toby isn't ticklish, so he would probably win the tickle fight.

He will tickle you and trap you using his body so you can't escape. Toby will stop once you tell him that he won.

Eyeless Jack:

Jack isn't ticklish, except around his ears and neck.

He will most like win the tickle fight between you and him.

Jack will use his body strength to keep your hands from tickling around his ears or neck and will tickle you until you surrender.

Bloody Painter:

Helen is very ticklish and hates to admit it.

The tickle fight would end up with Helen losing.

He laughs and begs you to stop tickling him and tries to tickle you back. But can't due to laughing, uncontrollably.

Puppeteer:

Puppeteer will cheat by using his strings to hold you in place so you can't escape.

He will tickle you until you say that he won.

Have a nice day/night :)

[rabbitblackx]

Hello, can i request a headcanon with Slenderman, Eyeless Jack, Toby, and Jeff The Killer reacting to a reader who is a famous horror writer that's writting books based off of them? And how they interact with them?

Reader writes novels based off Creepypastas

Includes: Slender Man, Toby Rogers, Eyeless Jack and Jeff The Killer

Slender Man💖

The more people knew about Slender Man, the more he could feed off their fear. He was a sickness that infected anyone that got two close. It affected Tim, Toby, Brian,,, you. When he found out you were writing a novel based off him, it was nothing more than a delight, really. Poor little you. You had no idea what you were doing. It also reminded Slender why he kept you alive for so long. You were his little messenger. He loved you because you were to spread the word. You were to unknowingly spread his sickness across the whole world.

Toby Rogers💖

Toby felt honoured that you were writing a novel based off him. He gained somewhat of a schoolboy crush on you after you told him. He sat on your bed as you typed away, randomly blurting out things about himself. Toby peered over your shoulder, his messy hair tickling your cheek as he babbled on. He soon came to the idea of making your story into a graphic novel. You humoured this idea and suggested he be the artist. Toby pulled himself away from you and dashed out of the room, coming back with his own notebook and various pencils. He laid on his belly on your floor, sketching away panels and scenes about himself. He was quite fond of you, and changed the script a little to include your pretty self in his comic too.

Eyeless Jack💖

Jack entered your room to check up on you, only to find you absent. He was about to look for you elsewhere within the large manor, but something caught his eyeless gaze. Your computer was still lit up, with some of your writing displayed on the screen. Jack enjoyed your writing, and couldn’t help but have a peek at the draft. He didn’t believe it when he realised you were writing a novel based off him. Jack kept reading your work, invested in the way you so beautifully wrote him. He sometimes forgot he even had one, but his heart seriously skipped a beat. His tender moment was cut short though, when you noisily bursted through the door. You gasped, squealing in embarrassment when you realised he was reading your story about him. Jack told you he loved it, and couldn’t wait to read the final product. You were relieved he was cool with it, and wrapped your arms around him while telling him how beautiful he was.

Jeff The Killer💖

Oh, you were writing a novel based off him? Well, duh! Of course you were! Expect a lot of constructive criticism. Jeff was in your room annoying you all hours of the night, reading your writing over your shoulder. He told you what he should do next, and what he should say. Most of the time his lines were very corny or silly, making you giggle. He laid on your bed next to you as you typed away on your laptop. Jeff could tell you were focused so he made meaningless smalltalk, fiddling with his knife. He poked the side of your thigh with it a few times, trying to get a reaction out of you. You passively told him to stop, shoving your laptop towards him to read your most recent paragraph on him. Jeff surprisingly really liked it. He thought your writing was so badass.

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a field of red spider lilies [eyeless jack x reader] — part i.

Hanahaki disease. A sickness caused by unrequited love, where the one afflicted with such feelings suffers from flowers blooming in their heart and lungs which are then coughed out, gradually worsening and eventually resulting in death.

inspired by coughing in the bathroom from @whaleofatjme1920! ♡

author's note: this fanfiction will contain darker content, including sickness, death, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

Hanahaki disease. A sickness caused by unrequited love, where the one afflicted with such feelings suffers from flowers blooming in their heart and lungs which are then coughed out, gradually worsening and eventually resulting in death. This disease is naturally cured by their beloved returning their feelings, however, there also exists a surgical procedure in which the victim’s emotions are removed, thus saving them.

—

Wednesday was the day the two of you broke up.

At least, that’s what you believed it to be. It only made sense—after all, that’s the day he stopped replying to you.

It had started as insidious as a lack of a ‘good morning’ text, which you found to be abnormal, but simply shrugged off as him being busy. While you took no part in it, you knew what he did for work and you knew that alongside it can come some odd hours and unexpected events. Still, you couldn’t help but fret, and it wasn’t just that he wasn’t replying. It was more so the fact that deep in your gut, you could feel an uncomfortable twist, hinting that there was something truly and unsettlingly wrong.

You weren’t usually one for superstitious beliefs, but you trusted your gut feeling more than anything else in the world. Each time something had gone wrong in your life, you had first felt it. A heavy sense of dread that settled inside the depths of your stomach, a feeling that instantly set off alarms in your head warning you of impeding misfortune.

And so, this time, when this bothersome nagging feeling tugged at your intestines, causing them to knot, you knew something bad would soon happen. When lunchtime rolled around and Jack still didn’t reply, it only confirmed your suspicions; you knew you were right.

You hated it. You hated that your gut feeling was always right, because each and every time you had prayed that it would be wrong. Each and every time, your prayers would go unheard, and calamity would strike where it would always hurt most.

This time, it was Jack.

Dinnertime came and went with no answer from Jack. You had sent him a myriad of texts by now and called him numerous times, all to no avail.

Your first thought was that something terrible must’ve happened to him, the mere prospect of that happening sending your heart into a harrowing acceleration. With shaking hands and brewing anxiety, you turned on the TV, only to see that there was no news of anyone missing. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad news, and so you proceeded to message your mutual friends in a panic, asking if they had any idea where Jack was.

Some of them answered with confusion. Some of them said they were sorry. The rest asked if you were okay. The combination of the three responses gave you an idea of what was occurring, but you desperately wanted it to not be true.

After all, how could he just leave you like that? Without a word? Without even a goodbye?

You felt sick to your stomach. You could feel an overwhelming nausea, bile threatening to rise up, tickling at your esophagus. You swallowed hard, trying to hold back from throwing up as you sank to the ground, knees clattering against the floor the same time the air was stolen from your lungs. Your heart was racing, its beats shuddering rapidly in your chest as you gasped and choked on an apparent lack of air, the room suddenly growing cold. You clutched your chest, which was threatening to explode, each beat sending waves of agony through your bloodstream. The oxygen in the room had either dissipated, or was refusing to be inhaled, rejecting you and leaving your lungs desolate and deprived of air.

You couldn’t breathe. Your heart was throbbing with pain. You felt like a fish out of water, desperately struggling and flailing before your imminent death.

Tears, warm and salty, cascaded from the corners of your eyes, splashing upon the ground as you choked on another sob. With each blink and attempt to clear the clouding vision from your eyes, you could feel the liquid dripping down your cheeks, causing you to wipe rashly at your face with your hand. You could feel the wetness on the back of your hand as you hiccuped, wailing with forlorn cries.

Just like that, you continued to sob, crying and crying until your heart emptied itself inside out and you laid on the floor, sniffling. You continued until you were exhausted, peeling yourself off of the floor and absentmindedly stumbling into your bedroom, where you flopped down, shutting your eyes and waiting to be relieved of your pain through the escape of sleep.

But not even then could you avoid the reality of your situation.

You woke up in the middle of the night, just a quarter past three, with a fresh wound opened in your chest.

You had dreamt of him. You had dreamt of Jack, in all his lifelike beauty, and the dream had been so vivid, so visceral that it had absorbed every ounce of pain that you felt, reflecting it back towards you tenfold.

That was when it started. You felt something scratch at your lungs, and so you reflexively coughed, before noticing that you could feel something lodged in your throat. Tentatively, you coughed again, and then again, before eventually the feeling evaporated at the same time as something fell out past your lips, landing in the palm of your hand.

With the room shrouded by darkness, your vision was limited, but you didn’t need to see it to know what it was. With the tiny, still wet object clutched in your hand, you got out of bed.

You staggered into the washroom, turning on the light, filling a glass of water and taking a few sips from it, soothing the burning sensation in your throat before setting it back down. It was then that you unfurled your hand, fingers splaying out and displaying a singular, glistening red petal. Even though you had already known what it was, you were once again hoping that you would be wrong, but you were unfortunately correct in knowing that you had developed the very first stage of the disease.

—

The first time you met was on a Friday evening, three and a half years ago. It was only by sheer chance you had come across him, and looking back, you wondered just how much would be different had the circumstances not aligned so perfectly, like it had.

It was wintertime, the sky setting relatively early compared to how it did a mere week ago. You had just finished your study session at the library and were about to make your way home.

It just so happened that that day marked the first snowfall of the coming year. Although the winter season had just started, the snowstorm that came was violent—within an hour of the first snowflakes falling, the entire ground was covered with a solid foot of snow. You only noticed it when you left. The second you opened the heavy front door of the library, you could feel a gust of freezing wind scrape against your skin.

You thought then, to text a friend and ask for a ride. To your misfortune, they were occupied at an evening class when this occurred. You grit your teeth and grimaced. You knew the only way for you to get home was to walk there yourself.

You weren’t too far from home, just a fifteen minute walk. But fifteen minutes in this blizzard that you were facing was no small feat. At that moment, you remembered that there was a shortcut to your home. It required walking through a few unsavoury alleyways; you had always avoided taking that route, preferring to just walk an extra ten minutes instead. However, today was different. You just wanted to get home as fast as possible and escape the harsh weather.

Plus, there likely wouldn’t be anyone else outside in this weather. You didn’t have to worry about potentially getting kidnapped and having your organs sold on the black market.

At least, that’s what you told yourself as you trudged through the snow, leaving the library grounds and making your way towards the alleys. You quickly noticed that your shoes weren’t fit for the weather, and quickly it felt as if your lower legs had gone numb, the cold seeping through the clearly not waterproof shoes. Not that the shoes really mattered much, because your ankles were also exposed and left to the mercy of the snow that had your extremities so painfully frozen.

You had been so focused on the freezing hellfire that your feet were subjected to that you didn’t hear him when he first called out to you.

“Hey!” the man shouted. You snapped your head towards the source of the sound, seeing an older man, middle-aged, walking towards you. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out alone in this weather?”

As soon as he spoke, you felt an instant wave of discomfort go through you, and you forgot about the throbbing cold in your legs as your senses were heightened to full alert. Your gut instinct was telling you that this man was bad news, but knowing that information, you weren’t sure what to do with it.

“I’m going home,” you stated, voice as firm as you could make it.

“Really now? It’s too cold out here, why don’t you come back with me and I’ll take good care of you?” he questioned, a smirk on his face. You felt an overwhelming sense of disgust at his words, unable to hold back the glare you shot at him, your mouth curled down in a frown.

“I’m good, thanks,” you spoke curtly, before turning your back to him and trying to walk away.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, immediately sending shivers crawling down your spine as you turned around again to face him.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that,” he persisted. “You know you want to.”

You forcibly yanked his hand off of your shoulder with a scowl, backing away from him tentatively.

“Piss off.”

Suddenly, his expression went from vulgarly menacing to downright furious, and you gulped at his next words, wondering just how the hell you would get yourself out of this mess.

“You fucking bitch,” he raised his voice to a shout, “you think you can talk to me like that?”

His eyes were blazing with rage, a sharp contrast to the cold surrounding the two of you. Your heartbeat was racing as if it was running for its life, and you could feel your palms get clammy as panic rose up within you.

Shit, you thought. Shit. Just what had you gotten yourself into? Maybe you should’ve played nice; gently let him down. Or maybe you should’ve just ignored him from the start. You should’ve done something differently and it wouldn’t have ended up like this.

No. There was no time to think about that now. You had to deal with your present situation.

Your eyes darted around the area in search of an escape. You had only two ways to go. Back towards the library, or run your way home. Flight was probably your best option here—fighting didn’t seem like it’d work in your favour.

You were seconds away from turning on your heels and running off when the man grabbed you by the collar of your shirt.

“Don’t you fucking ignore me!” he roared, and you grimaced as you felt a speck of spit land on your face. As you curled your lip in disgust, your hands instinctively grabbed onto his wrist, attempting to pry his hand away from you, but he only tightened his grip around the fabric of your clothing, pulling you closer to him.

“Fuck you,” you snarled at him, your heart pounding away in fear, adrenaline rushing through you as you struggled against him. You were past the point of thinking rationally, only reacting to what was happening. With his hold on your clothes, he suddenly flung his arm forward, throwing you back and onto the ground.

You fell backwards into the snow, which thankfully padded your landing with a puff of snowflakes that exploded around you. As you struggled to catch your breath, you tried to get back to your feet when he came up to you, towering above you.

You saw him reach down towards you, and you scrambled to get away from him but ultimately failed as he grabbed you by the ankle, forcefully tugging you back towards him as you miserably fought for your life. You flailed in his grasp before resorting to throwing closed fists at his face, but your punches did little to hinder him, your last chances at surviving slipping away before your very eyes.

In a desperate attempt to hold on to your life, you started screaming at the top of your lungs, your vocal cords painfully protesting as you shrieked with every last bit of force you had. You saw the look on his face, one of panic and fear, and right then and there you knew you had fucked up irreparably.

He was going to kill you. You knew that for a fact when he got down on top of you, his burly hands wrapping around your throat, strangling the last of any noise out of you, effectively silencing your screaming. Your fingers were on his, pulling them to no avail when specks of coal began clouding your vision.

You kept fighting, your hands on his face, pushing and scratching and doing anything you could to possibly save yourself from your imminent death. You kept fighting, even as your head started spinning, your body tingling with a foreign, fuzzy feeling as you felt your body go numb. You kept fighting, even as your vision blacked out, your body suspended in space, as your consciousness slipped out through your bones.

But then, slowly, there was light, and your vision was fuzzy, but you could see again. Much to your surprise and confusion, the man was no longer on top of you, but instead he was on the ground beside you, limp in a puddle of a red so rich it melted and seeped through the snow, what once was pure white now stained with an unrelenting crimson fluid.

The same fluid coated your skin and clothes as well, soaking into the fabric where it covered you and glistening over your skin where it didn’t. Mind still hazy, you gently touched your hand to your face, pulling it away to see sanguine, sticky, and warm, a stark contrast to the frozen climate surrounding you.

And then you saw him.

Above, and hovering over the man’s inanimate corpse, stood a figure clad in black, their face covered with a deep blue mask. Its eyes were empty, twin abysses that seemingly led to nowhere. But what stood out the most was the scalpel in its gloved hand, a sharp metal coated in the same liquid that was plastered over your surroundings.

You let out a soft gasp, and the man—you assumed it to be a man, at least—tilted his head down in response, the empty husks of his mask boring into you with intensity.

After a long minute of staring at each other, you finally spoke. Or at least, tried to. What came out instead was a hoarse, rasping sound, so small and muffled that you barely even heard it yourself. You coughed to clear your throat and then tried again. This time, you could speak, though your voice was quieter than usual and far raspier.

“Hello?” you spoke in a questioning tone. “What’s going on?” The man didn’t reply. You didn’t really care; your head was still fuzzy. You groaned as you sat up, the task far more difficult than you had originally imagined. Your limbs were frozen solid, completely numb, and you struggled as you got up to your feet, standing uncomfortably stiff and knee-deep in scarlet snow.

“Thanks, I guess?” you let out a small and awkward laugh, not really sure of what to do. They didn’t teach you this in school. The man didn’t react to that either, his expression unreadable behind his navy blue mask. You were just about to turn away and leave, thinking that this interaction was over, when he finally spoke up.

“Come with me,” his voice was deep, velvety smooth, but with a darker undertone. You didn’t move, merely glanced at him with a confused expression. He seemed to read what you were thinking, at least that’s what you assumed, judging by his response.

“You don’t want to be guilty for murder, do you? Come with me,” he repeated himself.

“But I didn’t kill him,” you mumbled.

“You’re covered in his blood,” the stranger explained. “What do you think the police will believe?”

“Even if I did, wouldn’t it be self defence?” you asked. Despite how hazy your mind was, you were still hesitant about following a stranger somewhere, regardless of if he might’ve saved your life or not.

“I slit his throat with a scalpel,” he scoffed. “Just come with me.” That was enough to convince you, and so you nodded in agreement. He turned his back to you and started walking in a direction unknown to you. You followed closely behind him, shuffling forwards with cold feet.

You had barely walked for a minute when he suddenly paused. He glanced over his shoulder, looking at you.

“It’s too cold,” he stated. “Get on my back. It’ll be faster, and you won’t have to walk in the snow.” You gave him a wary look, causing him to sigh audibly.

“If I wanted to do something bad to you, I would have done so already. Just come.” You nodded again, thinking that he had a point. He bent down—you only noticed how tall he was, then—and you climbed onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Then he ran.

Your eyes were wide with shock. You had never had anyone really run while carrying you, much less at this speed. He was fully sprinting, dashing through the snow with impressive speed and even more impressive stamina as he continued to do so for the entire way. Through the alleys, then through a few barren streets, devoid of anyone to see you being possibly kidnapped, then into and through a heavily forested area in the neighbourhood. You recognized it as uphill from where you lived, which was on the outskirts of town, on the lower half of a small mountain.

The house the two of you eventually stopped at was much higher up from where you lived, and you knew that for certain since you could feel the incline as he was running up. You hadn’t even begun to process what was happening, the situation so surreal to you when he bent back down, slowly letting you back onto the ground, just in front of the large, elegant gate to the home.

“We’re here,” he said, rummaging through his pocket to pull out a cluster of keys, putting one through the lock and swinging the large door open.

You followed behind him as he led you through his snow covered garden, all the way to the front door of the rather majestic house he resided in. He unlocked the front door, pushing it open and holding it for you to enter. You waddled in, bending down uncomfortably to take off your very much soaked shoes.

You heard the door close behind you, the lock following suit, and you gulped anxiously, still hesitant about being in a house alone in somewhere you weren’t familiar with, with someone you didn’t really know.

“Follow me, I’ll take you to the washroom,” he spoke as he took his own shoes off, walking inside with you on his heels. “You can take a hot shower there, warm yourself up and clean off the blood.”

You nodded, following him into the washroom, where he stood outside as you closed the door.

You noticed instantly how grand the washroom was. It was completely made of marble, polished and clean, complete with an enormous bathtub and shower.

He must be very wealthy, you thought.

You peeled your bloodstained clothes off; the blood had begun to coagulate and stick to the surface of your skin, which was awfully unsettling for you. You tried your best to ignore it as you left your dirtied clothes in a pile on one of the counters, feeling somewhat guilty for getting blood everywhere in this pristine home.

You stepped into the shower. The room temperature water felt as if it was scalding as it touched your skin, and you gasped, quickly pulling yourself away to turn the temperature down even further. You let the water run over your skin, clearing the caked garnet fluid off of your skin, layer by layer, watching a deep shade of rust run down through the drain.

You stayed in the shower for quite some time. Every once in a while, you took to turning the temperature higher, slowly removing the cold from your body, returning it to normal. While adjusting to the gradually increasing temperature, you took to washing yourself, using some of the shower gel that was already there. You found that you rather enjoyed the scent; it was too masculine for you but nonetheless the fresh, aquatic smell of the soap was pleasing to your senses. When you could comfortably have the temperature akin to what you usually showered with, you turned the water off, finally stepping out.

You saw a few dry folded towels sitting on the counter and figured that you could use them. It was only when you dried yourself off you realized you had nothing to change into. With a curse under your breath, you decided to wrap the towel around yourself as modestly as you could before exiting the room.

Your hands twisted the doorknob, and you opened the door just a crack, poking your head out to see if the stranger was there. To your surprise, there was nobody, but then you looked down at your feet and saw a pile of fluffy, folded fabric that surely had to be clothing.

Quickly, you snatched them up, closing the door to the washroom again before taking your towel off. When you unfolded the clothing, it was revealed to be a bathrobe, which made sense; he likely didn’t have any women’s clothing.

You put the bathrobe on, making sure it was tied firmly around your waist before you left the washroom. You weren’t too sure where to go from there, seeing as you didn’t recognize this place. Just as you were thinking about what to do, you heard the man speak.

“I hope this is fine. I didn’t have anything else for you to wear,” he explained. You turned around to look at him; he was still masked, his face concealed from you.

“No, it’s good, thank you.” You gave him a soft, reassuring smile. He merely nodded.

“What should I do with my clothes?” you questioned.

“I’ll dispose of them, don’t worry about that. Would you like some coffee or tea?” You thought about his question for a second, before answering with your drink of choice, making sure to thank him as well.

“I’ll be right back, then. Make yourself comfortable in the living room if you’d like, it’s just down the hallway.”

You followed his instructions and went to the living room, sitting down on the sofa. You felt a bit weird not wearing underwear, crossing your legs just to make sure you would not flash anyone. You hadn’t even had much time to think to yourself when he returned with a mug for you, handing it to you before sitting down beside you on the sofa. As much as you wanted to bombard him with questions, you waited patiently for him to speak first.

“I don’t usually get involved in other people’s affairs,” he stated, his eerily calm composure a surprise to you. Not that you were freaking out either, but you also weren’t the one who had just committed murder, and you were still processing everything.

“Well, I’m kind of glad that you did.” Your voice was softer than usual, still a bit dazed from what had just happened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Now, I need you to listen to me carefully.”

You nodded.

“You were never there. You don’t know that man. You don’t know me.” He paused before following up with a question. “Do you live alone?”

“Yeah,” you answered, glancing at his unwavering blue mask.

“Good. You returned home from wherever you were, and that’s all there is to it. Now, nobody should suspect you of having anything to do with this, but if anyone asks, do not speak to them. Ask for a lawyer.”

You nodded again to show your understanding.

“That’s all I need to do?” you meekly inquired.

“Yes,” he responded, his voice sounding confident enough to soothe your worries, at least in the meantime. But there was something else on your mind.

“Can I ask you something?” You knew curiosity killed the cat, but you couldn’t resist.

“Go on.”

“Have you done this before?” You were almost afraid of hearing the answer. The room fell silent for a moment, before he finally spoke, his answer unnerving.

“Yes.”

“I see,” was all you could think to reply. You were at a loss for words. Through the quietude, you could hear the ticking of a clock.

The man then stood up, walking towards the window. He pulled the velvet curtains aside, peeking through them to look outside. After a second, he let the fabric go, turning back around and returning to where he was seated.

“You can stay here until the storm dies down,” he offered, changing the topic.

“Thank you,” you thanked him again. “If there’s anything I could do to repay your kindness—”

“No, there’s no need for that,” he quickly refused. The two of you continued to sit in tranquillity before another question popped up in your head.

“Can I ask another question?” you queried.

“Go ahead.”

“Why do you wear a mask?” You hoped this question wasn’t too intrusive. The smarter part of your mind was telling you that you should stop asking, but you found it far too difficult to resist.

“I—” he started, but then changed what he was about to say. “It’s best if I go. I have some work to do, anyway.”

You felt a slight sting at the rejection.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, feeling ashamed for prying.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he quickly explained. “I just— I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t.” You weren’t sure where the sudden confidence came from, but somehow you felt sure that you would not be afraid of whatever this man was hiding behind that sapphire mask of his.

“You sound oddly sure about that,” he observed, slightly chuckling.

“Because I am,” you replied. On second thoughts, perhaps you were coming on a bit too strong. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to—”

“What’s your name?” he questioned, cutting you off.

“Uh, Y/N,” you answered, unsure of what this had to do with anything.

“Y/N,” he repeated, almost as if he was talking to himself. “It’s a lovely name.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, to your own surprise, blushing.

“Y/N,” the man started, “I’m not human.”

His words caught you off guard, not having expected it in the slightest.

“What?” you asked, not sure if you heard him right.

“I’m not human,” he stated again, the empty holes of his mask burrowing into you.

“What do you mean?” you inquired, not fully understanding what he was trying to tell you.

The man was still for a second, but then he lifted his hands up, slowly—either not to scare you or for dramatic effect, you couldn’t tell. He unhooked his mask from his ears, lifting it off of his face, lowering his hands and resting them on his lap.

You stared at him, stunned.

His skin was grey. You hadn’t noticed earlier because of the situation at hand, and also because he was wearing a thick coat outdoors and now just a turtleneck indoor, his ears mostly hidden behind his hair, but his skin was a pale shade of ash. The rest of his face was ‘normal,’ attractive even, with his chiseled cheekbones and sharp jawline.

But none of that was nearly as remarkable as his eyes. Or rather, lack of. His eye sockets were empty, not any less of a void than it had previously appeared to be. His eyelashes were a dark brown, full and fluttering when he blinked like the wings of a butterfly, serving as the edges of the small abysses.

“I told you I didn’t want to scare you,” he muttered, sighing at your evidently shocked reaction.

“No,” you rushed to speak, “I’m not scared. I’m just surprised.”

“You aren’t afraid?” It was his turn to be bewildered when he asked that question. You shook your head no to emphasize your point.

“No, not really.” You shrugged sheepishly. “You look good.”

Your words caught the both of you by surprise. Evidently so, since you saw the man’s eye sockets widen. And as for yourself, you did not know when you had become bold enough to say things like that; perhaps your near death experience had changed you in some way. You supposed it only made sense after all. You had looked death in the eyes. What more was there to be afraid of? Surely not just telling some man he was attractive.

“Thank you.” It was his turn to blush now, and it was odd, to you, to see the same rosy glow that would appear on you, to appear on him as well. It was surprisingly attractive.

“You never told me your name,” you observed, having just realized that you didn’t know what to call him.

“Jack,” he responded.

“Jack,” you mumbled to yourself. “It’s nice,” you commented, remembering what he had said about your name earlier. Your words were rewarded with a smile, one that you found to be so genuine, so beautiful.

“It’s nicer when you say it.”

part two ->

[sleepyboywrites]

Because I've yet to see any legit creepypasta × male/gn reader in the creepypasta fandom on tumblr...fine, fuck you, I'll do it myself. Someone has got to feed the trans, gays, and theys in this community god damn it we're starving. starving I say.

*my unofficial currently incomplete masterlist for plans*

!!suggestions open and encouraged!!

Male! Reader

• Tim/Masky

- Save a horse ride a cowboy (Part 1)

- Denial is not a river in Egypt it's spelled

differently

- Boo! (Part 2)

• Brian/Hoodie

• Ticci Toby

- Ticci-Toby x cannibal! Male Reader: Eat me~

• Eyeless Jack

• Ben Drowned

• Jeff the Killer

• Homicidal Liu

• Laughing Jack

•Multiple/all

- Creepypasta Fluff Headcanons for Trans!Male Reader Pt. 1 (Being a boy on his Period)

- Brian/Hoodie, Homicidal Liu, and Jeff the Killer w/ a Male!S/O w/ a John Doe Personality

- Yandere! Creepypasta x Male!Reader hc's.

GN! Reader

• Tim/Masky

• Brian/Hoodie

-Kinktober Day 3: Roleplay| Tickling| Pet Play - Brian/Hoodie xGN! Reader

• Ticci Toby

• Eyeless Jack

- Starving

• Ben Drowned

• Jeff the Killer

-Kinktober day 2: Public humiliation|cum inflation|Priest kink- Jeff the Killer x GN! Reader

• Homicidal Liu

- Kinktober day 1: Uniforms |Lingerie | Evil Twin -Liu Woods/Sully Woods x GN!Reader

• Laughing Jack

• Multiple/all

- Creepypasta w/ an S/O who's a runner/pushes people away

- Nsfw Pastas Headcannons

Each ficlet/series will be marked under their respective tags, usually title or xm!/gn!reader and parts will be linked once I figure that out or tagged with part numbers. Master list will be updated accordingly this ficlet titles listed under each character.

[eldragon-x]

oh yeah smth i didnt mention that yesterday i saw a jeff the killer, eyeless jack, laughing jack, and ticci toby cosplayer. tickled my inner teenage self.

[creepy-feathers]

Just a lil' scenario I couldn't get outta my head!~

Pairing: Lee! Eyeless Jack x Ler! Reader (female)

Fic type: Romantic

Warnings: FLUFF

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"Hey, Jack?" you asked sweetly, looping an arm around his shoulders from behind and looking down at the book rested on his crossed legs.

"Hm?" he acknowledged, posture tilted as he read the words written across the pages; mainly medical-based stuff, so you couldn't even begin to decipher what they meant. Luckily, you didn't care.

"Are you ticklish?"

You expected him to react some way to the abrupt question, maybe stiffen a little bit, but he did nothing of the sort, his voice remaining quiet and unfazed. "Dunno. Am I?"

You grinned. "Are you...?" 

"Am I?"

"Are you?" To emphasize the inquiry, you skittered your fingers gently against the back of his ribs, and he flinched, barely able to contain the small laugh that almost fell from his lips.

"I—I guess that answers your question then, huh?" His tone was playful yet calm, and he didn't peel his impaired vision away from the textbook laying on his lap. 

"Ohhh, I dunno," you beamed, slowly dragging your index finger along his left side and taking great amusement in the way he tensed up. "That was a pretty subtle reaction. I think I wanna keep going 'til I get something better..."

He opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by his own string of giggles when your digits pressed into the area just below his armpit, and he instinctively leaned the other way, clamping his arm against his side. "O-okahay, okay," he said, rotating his head to shoot you a look. "Y-you dohon't need to do that."

"Aw, why not?" You lightly prodded his back, your smile growing wider. "Does it tickle?"

"Of course it dohoes!" He tried to evade your touch with as little effort as it required, abandoning the book to focus on the offending hands. You merely chuckled, planting an affectionate kiss to the back of his neck while fingers wormed their way under his arm. This elicited a messy gasp and he must have decided he had enough, because he twisted around and tackled you to the floor with little struggle, pinning you beneath him. "You can stop now."

This was one of the rare times that his mask wasn't concealing his features, giving you a nice view of the spirited grin on his cheeks. You bit your lip and returned the look, reaching up and squeezing his side. "Don't wanna."

He released a breathy chortle, recoiling from your touch and shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What if I kissed you instead?" You stopped your light-hearted attack, glancing away to consider his offer. 

"Well...I guess I can make an exception just once..."

He lowered himself and briefly rubbed the tip of his nose against your own before connecting your lips together, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

The contact lasted a few seconds, and when you separated, you stared into the darkened sockets in his head without a single strike of fear. He tenderly bumped his forehead against yours, muttering, "Don't think I won't remember what you've been doing later."

"Is that a threat?" you challenged, matching his pitch a narrowing your eyes. He laughed.

"Maybe."

[sweetgardener]

Imma ask for more cause who doesnt love headcanons? BEN, EJ, and LJ (:

Ben Drowned A little shit who hides in videogames and technology, He’s very much a sneaky ler, but he’s also quite ticklish. Usual spots you’d think of on a lil gremlin, sides, tum and feets. Becareful though, He bites and kicks. Eyeless Jack/EJ Questionably human/humanoid(potential demon?) lad who’s probably in his mid to late 20s and eats human organs. This man is sensitive as hell, most of his senses heightened over time with the lack of actual eyesight. He’s just about ticklish everywhere, worst being the neck, ears, tum, sides, hips and feets. He less on the violent side of reacting to being tickled, more flustered and grumpy, though he will bite if its taken too far. Laughing Jack/LJ Bastard Clown is the resident tickle monster and makes the lives of denizens of the mansion a living hell with his occasional and merciless tickle attack. Helps having those long fingers and arms of his, as well as his height. Despite his prowess as a tickle monster, he’s ticklish too, mainly on the torso area and neck. He’s dead below the waist on ticklish scale, though the tum is sensitive to a poke or two. Be warned, if you challenge him to a tickle war, he will win. He always wins. NO ONE IS SAFE.