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Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 01

Jeff the Killer x Female Reader - In the Shower/Anal

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Anal, showering together, clitoral fingering, teasing, persuasion, mentions of blood, desperation

Words: 2.6k

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

A/N: Happy first day of October! The best time of the year is upon us!!!!!

“What the fuck happened to you?”

Jeff was snickering, your disgusted gawk making the smile on his face widen.

“Dude fought back. Got a little messy.”

He laughed again, pushing his matted hair from his face. The killer was completely covered in blood, horrendous streaks and splatters of the deep red color soaking his face and clothes, his white hoodie completely ruined.

You cringed as he grabbed the hem of his hoodie, bringing it up to wipe his face and smearing the already staining blots deeper into the cloth.

Better yet, it was dripping everywhere.

“I cannot believe you brought that in here, Jeffrey.”

Rubbing his hands on his jeans, he gleamed at you, finding so much humor in your well off revulsion. It didn’t matter that he had just gotten back from a very late mission, or that you were so annoyed you didn’t know what to think.

Then when you saw Jeff’s signature ‘I’ve got a good idea’ smirk, and you were immediately shaking your head.

“No. Jeff, no.”

But his arms were already outstretched and reaching for you, your feet immediately shuffling back on the hardwood as he laughed loud enough to alert everyone in the mansion.

“C’mon, I just wanna hug my girlfriend! I’ve had such a long day.”

It was the shit-eating grin that finally made you spin around to take off, pushing yourself into a sprint as you anxiously dodged through the corridors.

“Jeffrey!”

Your nervous giggles and yells as Jeff chased you through the mansion only egged him on, his wicked laughter sending your heart thumping as you felt him hot on your heels. You sprinted through doors, scampering around furniture as he easily cut through them all.

You thought you were smart when you swerved around the kitchen counter, standing opposite of him and moving left or right whichever direction he decided to edge. You smiled, thinking you had outsmarted him.

You sometimes forget that he’s a seasoned murderer.

Gripping onto the counter, Jeff’s jumping and clearing the space, pushing his body right towards yours as you brace yourself.

“Ahh, gotcha.”

You cringe as Jeff presses his cheek against yours, arms laced tightly around your back and soaking the blood from his clothes onto yours, soiling you both. You were panting, both of you nearly exhausted.

Despite the nastiness, the smell was worse. Your hands push at his shoulders, trying to shove him away as he nuzzles his face closer against yours.

When you’ve finally had enough, you force him away, his hands reaching to find a comfortable space on your hips as you examine the damage. You’re covered…

“Shower. Right now.”

That playful smile Jeff has sported this whole time drops, his eyes rolling as you take his hand in yours and begin to drag him up the grand stairs. He groans, lazily following as you tug him down the hallway to your bedroom. You’ll have to mop up the droplets of blood he’s left along the way later.

Nudging him in, you flip the bathroom light on and rip the curtain back to turn on the faucet. Jeff is already tugging his hoodie over his head, the revolting ‘plop’ as it hits the bathroom tiles is enough to make you gag.

He watches expectantly as he kicks his boots off, reaching to yank his belt out from the loops as you begin to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs.

Once you’re reaching to pull your shirt over your head, Jeff’s hands come to caress your hips once again, inching closer to you with excited eyes.

He’s met with your palm to his face, a displeased grunt leaving him as his hands fall back to his sides.

“Not after that, you little shit.”

It’s playful, but he’s irritated anyway, grumbling under his breath as he continues to undress himself.

When you’re both stripped, you use your foot to move the clothes out of the way, pressing your hands onto Jeff’s back and shoving him towards the running shower teasingly. Steam already fills the room, the hazy swirl comforting as he steps in.

A smile and he’s reaching for you, arms wrapping around your waist and smearing the blood further, hauling you under the hot water with him.

“Shit- Tryna’ burn my skin off?”

You laugh, cupping his cheeks and tilting his head back into the water, blood and dirt rushing down the drain. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs gliding across your skin as you swipe his bangs from his forehead and coax more water through.

Letting your hands roam over his shoulders and chest, you scrub the grime from his skin, his fingers gripping just a little tighter the lower your hands brush along his stomach.

Peeking up, you smirk, his eyes already heavy and expectant, a lazy grin plastered across his face.

“Baby…”

You’re shaking your head, pushing him out from under the water stream and taking his place, beginning to wash your own hair. You can feel the eagerness radiating from him, the heat from the shower swirling as the blood from your own skin runs down the drain.

You lean back, shutting your eyes as you begin to cleanse your face. You jolt when you feel hands wrap around your back, pulling you out of the water and flush against the killer’s body.

“C’mon…”

He’s burying his face into the crook of your neck, wet skin hot from the water and gliding together. Jeff kisses along your neck, little pecks down your now-clean shoulders and across your chest until you could feel your cheeks warm. His hands roam your back, rough hands gliding across your wet skin and coaxing you closer.

Before his sneaky little touches can tug you too far, you’re pushing off, turning around to the water and resuming your wash. Jeff groans, frustration setting in.

“And what makes you think you deserve anything from me?”

You tease with a little shove, cleansing the last of the blood stains from your face and chest.

Jeff is quick to press against your back, his half-hard cock evident now as it presses firm against your ass. You tense, his hands finding their all-too-familiar place around your waist and pushing you closer to him, his chin resting on your shoulder as he speaks.

“Cause I know you’d much rather have me fawnin’ over you like this than you acting like you don’t want me, [Y/N]…”

He’s kissing against your shoulder again, fingers trailing across your abdomen and brushing just a little too low on your waistline. Your breath catches, head instinctively leaning back when he dares to brush his fingers across the inside of your thighs.

“I don’t have any more morning-after pills…”

It’s nearly a whisper, a hesitant confession as he fingers dance around your now-excited cunt, getting so close but so far. Goosebumps trail wherever his fingers lead, you hips instinctively pressing back against him the more he kisses along your skin.

Jeff’s shushing you, pulling your body back to press you against the shower wall, the cold tile making you jump.

“That’s alright. I’ve got it.”

You want to question, but when his fingers dip down through your puffy lips and find their way to your clit, you’re immediately lost as you fall back against his weight.

The pads of Jeff’s fingers slip across your clit, the bud pulsing with every swipe as he continues his assault on your neck. Your thighs part, the resistance and teasing you had earlier slipping away with every pulse of your excitement. He was always so good at that: finding some way to break your restraint and force his way in.

“Relax.”

You aren’t sure what he means until you feel the tip of his index finger begin to press against your asshole, the tight ring of muscle resisting as you jolt with shock. Your hands immediately reach back to grip is arm, body tensing up.

“Jeff-”

“Just relax, babe.”

The twinge of his fingers has you leaning forward onto the tiles, cheek pressed into the cool wall as you try your best to untense your body. Jeff works your clit, your cunt swelling with arousal as you feel the tip of his finger press in, your back arching against the initial sting.

He works slowly though, bending and curling his finger to untighten that ring of muscle until he eventually can press another one in, your jaw falling open when he tries to spread them further. He pumps them so slowly, more focused on tugging that muscle loose than getting deep.

“Fuck…”

Jeff grunts, his cock twitching something terrible as he watches his knuckles get caught on the rim of your asshole, a light tug pushing them back in, the walls sucking them in. You swell so nicely around him, the flush of your skin complimenting so nicely with his eager hands.

You’re burning up, clit jolting with every touch and abdomen swelling the deeper he tries to probe his digits. You can’t handle it, the stretching makes you dizzy and eager, your hips unable to press back far enough to make him get deeper.

“Jeff… Hurry up…”

He’s more ready than you are, heavy eyes trailing to your flushed face as he reads you, tugging his fingers out. You’re probably not stretched half as well as you need to be, but you’re both too horny and desperate to care.

You brace yourself, hands and chest pressing against the wall as Jeff takes your hips into his hands, fisting his cock as he lines himself up.

“Mhmm…”

The resistance as he pushes in is nauseating, your shoulders falling limp as Jeff grunts, his jaw flexing as he tries to get inside.

“Relax.”

It’s a command now, his fingers gripping tighter on your hips as you feel the muscle opening around his cockhead, your eyes rolling shut.

The sting has arousal gushing from your cunt as his tip pops in, the muscle wrapping tight around his girth. Jeff moans out, the tightness coaxing him to push his hips in further, but you’re just so tense.

You’re being hauled off the wall, cheek leaving the cold tile as you feel Jeff’s arms wrap tight around your center. His fingers slip quickly to your clit, digits pushing through the slick of your arousal and rubbing quickly onto your clit.

“C’mon, babe. Lemme fuck you…”

He’s tugging your body limp with your clit, his cock rutting ever-so-messily further and further into the clench of your asshole. He couldn’t get enough, his face and body tensing and jolting as he worked you loose, every whine and hiss from your lips coaxing him deeper.

“God, Jeff-”

You whine out, the fullness of him pulsing inside of you as your cunt aches, the emptiness beckoning you for more.

You’re both panting by the time he bottoms out, fingers swiping quick circles onto your clit while the sting of stretch slowly dissipates. The tug feels so good now, your back arching into the feeling as Jeff holds you close, every inch of skin touching like electric shocks.

You cry out when he tugs his hips back, grunting loudly as he ruts back in. You try your best to stay relaxed, feet slipping further apart to give him better access.

The restraint finally breaks when Jeff plunges his hips, snapping them quickly against your ass like he could break you. You’re reeling, hips dropping to arch further into the feeling, your mind straining as you feel the tenseness leave your body.

“Yeah… Yeah, there we go…”

Jeff’s nearly growling as he stuffs his cock back into your asshole, the swell of his cock gliding in and out the smoothest he can. You’re whining, crying out as you strain to take him, his fingers never letting up against your clit.

Jeff’s nose presses into your neck, breathing deep and nipping at your skin as he fucks you. You can’t focus, reeling against him as his fingers work between your thighs, the killer trying his hardest not to cum immediately. His body is pressed so close, frame swallowing you as he hunches closer, forcing you to bend forward.

But it’s too late, and you’re far too tight for him to last half as long as he does in your cunt. Your ass sucks him in, more force needed to pull out than if he just stayed bottomed out and rutted messily against your ass. The friction is addicting, the tug and stretch leaving you both whining and clawing at one another.

He does, and you’re nearly crying, the press against your cunt from the inside all gummy and nauseating as you feel Jeff’s pace wither. His fingers are desperate, swiping harshly against your clit until you’re leaning back, head falling onto his shoulder as his arms grip tight around your ribs. You gasp when you feel your heels lift from the shower floor, his strength rippling as he holds you up. Your legs dangle limply, hands gripping onto his arms as he tries to fuck up into you, your body too weak to hold yourself up.

“Feels good? Yeah? Gonna cum? Gonna give it to me?”

He’s blubbering behind you, egging you on through gritted teeth as he fucks the last of his restraint out, eyes gently fluttering back as he can feel his abdomen knotting impossibly tight. His jaw hangs, a long groan all that he can produce when you both finally tip over the edge.

Your vision flashes white when you’re cumming, your body falling convulsing and leaving Jeff to haul you up, trying his best to get the last few thrusts into your ass before he’s cumming too.

“Babe-”

He whines, your asshole squeezing him to a painful degree as he’s milked, stripes of hot cum gushing so deep inside of you. Your skin is so hot, the shower water cascading over the both of you and overheating your already burning skin.

You’re both panting, whining, and hissing with every final movement, every last inch of that overwhelming pleasure you can ride out. Jeff’s holding you tight, damp bodies locked together as the killer’s fingers slowly slip out from between your folds.

“Oh my god-”

Jeff is so slow to pull out, cautious for both of you as he strains to tug his swelled cockhead from your rim.

The sight is heavenly, your stretched hole pulsing and fluttering as Jeff watches his cum slowly seep out. He smiles, dipping his fingers to glide his seed back into your asshole, screwing his fingers in and watching your body jolt.

It takes no time for you both to finish up, standing limply under the water until you deemed each other clean and evenly exhausted. Shutting the water off, you lazily dry each other off, heavy eyes roaming over ruined bodies.

You dry the two of you off, Jeff’s head resting against your shoulder as he breathes slowly. There was no energy to put clothes back on, or even wash the ones on the bathroom floor as you both trek towards your bed. Your body is sore, back fluttering with pain as Jeff scoops you into the bed and makes his own way in as well.

“Don’t ever bring that shit back in the house again…”

You mumble, sleepiness creeping as Jeff holds you close and quietly chuckles.

“But look where it got me…”

You roll your eyes, smiling with exasperation as you both settle against one another, the lateness of the evening overtaking you both.

Maybe you didn’t mind a little mess.

He’d be the one cleaning it up tomorrow though.

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[chuck-leska]

Jeff the Killer General Headcannons

Summary: Basic, SFW, and NSFW head-cannons. My personal thoughts, feelings, and opinions about Jeff as a character.

TW: NSFW below the cut, minors dni! Above the cut is sfw!

Words: 2.6k

A/N: NSFW is reader with female anatomy.

Basic:

- Big isolation guy. He enjoys pestering people or hanging out, but when it comes to personal things like missions or killing sprees, he prefers to be alone. His head’s already loud enough that he doesn’t need to add to it when he’s trying to focus.

- Blunt. Like to the point it’s a drag to even talk to him sometimes. He doesn’t really give a shit about anyone or anything besides himself, so why would he need to hide what he actually wants to say?

- Dangerously short temper. It barely takes one nasty remark or even a hint that you have ill intent towards him before the killer is on your ass. Would rather beat the shit out of you than take the time to reconcile.

- A STARER. Has absolutely no remorse when just boring his eyes into someone, eyes wide and horrifying. He loves to watch every expression as he’s ending someone’s life, every bit of anger or fear, but especially the blank stare in their eyes afterward. You catch his glance all the time, and instead of looking away politely like a normal person would, he just smiles as he glares even harder.

- Loves story based video games that Ben shows him. Life is Strange, Night in the Woods, and What Remains of Edith Finch. Has to play them all in their entirety before he can do anything else, so he’ll be glued to the couch for days.

- Has a difficult time with names, so he comes up with nicknames or terms to make it easier. “Twitch” - Toby, “Sockets” - Jack, or “Glitch” - Ben. Don’t worry, he’ll give you one, too.

- A laugher. When he’s in pain, when he’s sad, when he’s happy, that man is laughing. Choked out dry heaving chuckles or tipsy short airheaded giggles, it doesn’t matter, he will be laughing.

- Terrible sleep paralysis and nightmares keep him up during the night, the most sleep this man will ever get is a little over 3 hours. It really doesn’t help his mood, either.

- The scars on his cheeks used to bleed and get infected so bad he could barely shut his mouth due to the swelling. He would numb it down with pain killers and anything he could find, but it wasn’t until Slender tried to make him into a proxy that they eventually sealed and scarred over, creating wide gashes (weird cryptid powers).

- Thinks about his brother every waking moment. He feels so much pent up regret and sadness concerning Liu, but refuses to search for him or even shed a tear. This sends him into mental breakdown episodes, and sadly, the only relief is just to create more carnage.

- Actually really hates violence unless he’s the one delivering it. Doesn’t like violent movies or music because they romanticize everything he hates about himself. Any media he enjoys is either really bland or really toned down, stuff that won’t trigger him.

- Cuts his own hair, and yes, he’s horrible at it.

- Messed up his appearance to make himself ‘beautiful’, but just ended up so disgusted and ashamed of himself in the long run. When his mental fog gets bad, he’ll just stand in front of the mirror and stare at himself, letting every negative thought wash over. Outside, he’ll brandish it like a weapon, something to get victims to submit. But on the inside, it’s just a nasty reminder.

- Showers only when it gets to the uncomfortable point. He doesn’t have the time or energy or wash himself every day, but when it gets to the point he feels the blood and grime subconsciously, he’ll get over it. Even if he does wash himself, half the time actually in the shower is just letting the water run over him and staring at the tile wall.

- Gets all of his money and random trinkets from victims. Proceeds to spend all that money almost immediately after on a pack of Blue Moons. No orange slice, either.

- Messy, disgusting room. Has no healthy habits of keeping him or his space tidy, so it’s always near disastrous.

- Even though the media and lots of outlets perceive him as this insane maniac killer, those were all big stories from his teenage years. Even though he doesn’t feel like he’s matured, he’s definitely found a happy medium away from spree after spree of slaughter. He still itches to take down a whole neighborhood, but he’s found his ways to cope.

- Very good at hand-to-hand combat. He wields a knife if things get a little rough, but prefers to use his hands to do the dirty work. Makes it feel more personal to him.

- Late-night kitchen demon. You’ll find him rummaging the fridge or making a bowl of cereal in the complete darkness, but he’ll swear up and down it wasn’t him.

- Annoying, painfully so. Hell wrack EJ’s ear off or pester Toby about little things, but he can’t help but get giddy when he sees he’s ticked them off just enough.

- Really agile. Had a thinner build, but muscle definition and tension really adds to the aesthetic. Really defined v-line and hips bones, as well as carved out shoulders and collarbones. Looks like a beefier skeleton, but hot.

- Lip piercings. Snake bites. They’re not healed and they’re not pretty, but he thinks they look badass.

- Scars and jagged pieces of flesh everywhere on his body. They’re either from mission aftermaths, rough targets, or his own doing, but they’re all gnarly and barely healed half of the time. They hurt terribly, but he’s constantly cracked out on painkillers that he doesn’t even care anymore.

- Enjoys the shoegaze music genre. Aldn, Wisp, Elita, Deftones, and surprisingly, The Cardigans and The Cranberries. They remind him of his childhood.

Dating Him/SFW:

- “Baby” “Babe” “Cunt”

- Big words of affirmation guy. He’ll act disgusted and shove you off, rolling his eyes about your sweet words- but in reality, he’s gushing so hard he can’t stand it. Reassurance makes him feel more loved than anything.

- The fastest ‘enemies or lovers’ troupe you’ll ever experience. It’ll only take one face-to-face argument before you both get too close and he’s pulling you in for a rough make out. He’s bad with emotions, what makes you think he wouldn't be bad at reading love/hate signals too.

- HATES to show any sign of weakness or adoration. If you’re laying with him or holding his hand, as soon as someone enters the room he’s shoving you off. It’s not that he doesn’t love you, it’s a deep-rooted fear that someone will use you against him.

- If he’s spent the night in your bed, he will always be gone by the time you’ve woken up. Out of fear of vulnerability, he will only fall asleep after you and wake up before you, otherwise he just won’t stay with you at all.

- He’s like dealing with a little kid. Yes, he’s been through heaps of mental anguish and trauma, but he’s gone through all of that without a hand to hold. In some sad way, he sees something motherly and comforting in you which drives him to latch on and become dependent. It's weird, but so is he.

- Jealousy problems. Big time.

- “He touched you. So I cut his arm off. What is so hard to understand here?”

- Needs to be bossed around. He can and will rot in his bed all day unless you tell him to get up and do something.

- Absolutely melts when you kiss him unprovoked. When he doesn’t force you or tease you into one, but when you decide to kiss his face or hands on your own terms. It’s his favorite thing.

- In his manic brain, he wants something calm, someone who can settle him out. You offer him stability and a chance to unwind and that’s really all he needs.

- As a nervous response, he’ll intentionally push you away if he knows you like him. He holds a lot of regret, so he doesn’t want to drag you along with the rest of his baggage. Will say and do things he knows will hurt your feelings so you leave on your own.

- “And what made you think I’d want you? Because we kissed? Hah! How cute.” Meanwhile, he’s in his room pining himself to shreds.

- Watches you sleep constantly. Doesn’t matter where you are or how far, he will trek through your window or into your bed to watch you snore quietly against your pillow. He likes the vulnerability of it and acting as your ‘protector’, like you have no choice but to rely on him in this state.

- You are the last person Jeff wants to break down in front of, but when it eventually happens, and you’re there with open arms- the killer can barely breathe from how full his heart feels. The feeling of just being able to sob and bury into your shoulder while you rub his back is incomparable.

- Possessive AND protective to a fault. Wants everyone to know you’re his, but at the same time, really enjoys when you flaunt yourself so he can stare down the wandering eyes and really show them who they’d be messing with. Either way, eats it up when you feel good about yourself and safe in him.

- Nasty, terribly toxic relationship. You both bounce off of each other and are constantly arguing, but you both get over it because you’ve grown codependent. There’s nothing ‘casual’ about the two of you, you’re either fuck buddies or desperately clawing at each other for survival. Jeff is an obsessive guy, he either wants everything to do with you or he’ll hide away and tear himself apart over you.

- Jewelry is such a yes for him. If you’re wearing thick earrings or chunky necklaces that brighten your face, he eats it up. He’s such a sucker for silver.

- Does not ask for kisses, he takes them.

- “C’mon baby, I can’t help it. You’re just so fun to mess with.”

- Since he doesn’t sleep much, likes to lay on his back while your head rests on his chest/shoulder. He’ll tangle his fingers through your hair or brush your cheek with his thumb while he stares at you or the ceiling. Even when he has doubts about you loving him, your body always subconsciously shifts towards him while you’re snoozing, and it makes him feel just a little better.

- Fake punches/hits you when he’s bored. Will hold his hands up and box at your face but never making contact, just enough to have you side-eye him. He thinks it’s funny.

- Shoulder kisses.

Dating Him/NSFW:

- Can and will touch you inappropriately no matter the circumstances. His rough hands groping your ass or shoving between your thighs to give flirty little touches in front of everyone, his shit-eating grin when you get embarrassed.

- “Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.”

- Will fight to his dying day that he’s a top, but as soon as you even give him a glint of dominance or snap at him, he’s folding so fast. Dominant person, submissive lover.

- Killing machine on the field, pathetic ass bottom in bed. It takes forever to get to that point, but once he’s mentally checked out and half-drooling on the mattress, he’s so pliable and lightheaded he’ll take it with ease. You have to really work for it, but Jeff trusts you/wants it bad enough subconsciously that he’ll force himself to go into a subspace.

- All-time favorite position is laying you out on your back, one leg up on his shoulder while the other is being held down at your side. It really opens you up and gives the nastiest, most lewd noises that have him pussydrunk. Bonus points for reaching a hand in to choke you.

- “And to think you were beggin’ me to stop while your pussy is soaked. I mean, look at you, babe. You’re suckin’ me in somethin’ awful.”

- CHOKING. Either you or him, he gets off on it so bad. Choking you is so satisfying, he loves the resistance and struggle as you gasp for air, face flushed and eyes rolling with his fist around your throat. Meanwhile, if you’re choking him, his body nearly convulses from the pleasure. He loves the lightheadedness and pressure of it, hoarse chuckles as both of your hands grip around his neck and just squeeze. He thinks he could cum just from being strangled.

- “What’s wrong, baby? Lil’ too much? Ah- You’ll get over it, just open up f’me.”

- Hair pulling, strangling, biting, smacking—really anything that’ll cause pain.

- Standing side-by-side in the mirror, his body is littered with nasty cuts and scars while yours is littered with pretty bite marks and hickeys. He loves it.

- Eating you out is so tiring, but it’s all worth it to look up and see your heavy, glassed-over eyes beaming down at him, lips parted as you’re gasping.

- Hard, quick thrusts that have you gasping and yelping. His hips snap against yours rhythmically until you throw your head back, then he leans in close and shifts his knees closer to really speed up. He never has a set pace, but prefers always adjusting to whatever has you making the most noise.

- “C’mon… Louder- Hah- I’m not stoppin’ till you’re cryin’ for it.”

- A bitch fight every time you two get together. Bickering with the other about ‘who can last longer’ or ‘going until you beg for it’ and it irritates the shit out of both of you. Gets you both riled up that you’re more fighting than fucking, but by the end, you’re both dead exhausted and reduced to panting messed laid out on top of each other.

- Refuses to pull out. He can’t get you pregnant, Slender made sure of that (God help if this heathen was allowed to procreate), so it’s either in your cunt, ass, or mouth, nowhere else. Even if he’s jerking himself off, he’ll wait to cum until he can get to you and finish himself out.

- Stands over you and stares hard enough until you’re reduced to your knees, words never even leaving his lips before you’re unbuckling his belt and shifting his jeans down. He’s fought you enough, sometimes you like to just be good for him.

- Pulling him in by his belt >>>>>>>>>

- Eating you out or sucking you off so much that drool leaks from his scars, eyes so hazed and soft as he hums and moans against you.

- “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

- Fucked you with the handle of his knife because you read something about it in a book and wanted to see if it actually felt good. He was weirded out at first, but when he watched you jerking your hips and mumbling for him to fuck you, he’s never fucked his cock in faster while rubbing the blunt of the handle against your drooling clit. Same thing with running the blade against your skin. It just elicits some reaction out of you that he can’t understand, but it turns him on terribly.

- Has a big thing for cop x prisoner roleplay actually.

- “What? Officer, how am I supposed to finger you with these handcuffs, hm? I guess you’ll just have to let me go, yeah? Or do you not want it as bad as your pussy leads me to believe?”

- Really loves fingering you while he’s buried in your ass. Curling his fingers up to make you arch your back just a little more, having your head spinning from the overstimulation… yeah.

- A 2-3 round champion. He’ll never be able to just cum once and be satisfied, regardless if you’re ready to stop or not, he’s forcing his cock back into wherever it was or in a completely different hole and riding himself out to his next orgasm. If he’s not shaking and on the verge of passing out after sex, it wasn’t good enough for him.

- “Jeff, stop! We could get caught!” “Or you could just shut up and take your panties off. You’re soaked, there’s no point in fighting me when I’m already this hard… C’mon, baby, give me your hand or something…”

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[chuck-leska]

hey I saw your Jeff headcannons about reader wearing red-- I was wondering. if reader was wearing something revealing that is of a specific color, what specific color would get the creeps/proxies hot and bothered? and would they hit on reader? if so, what would they say?

Hoping to see Hoodie and Eyeless Jack on here.

YEAHHAHAHAH okay let’s hit it.

✦ . jeff the killer

Deep Red or Jet Black.

Revealing + red is a double hit—blood and sex, all in one look. Black? Even worse. It’s sleek, dangerous, makes him stare. Heaven forbid it be a mesh material.

“Damn, you tryna kill me lookin’ like that?”

Leans close, cocky grin spreading,

“Or are you just begging for trouble, sweetheart?”

He will hit on you, zero shame, 100% wolfish energy. You might catch him staring with his tongue against his teeth, like he’s deciding whether to flirt or take a bite.

✦ . ticci toby

Dusty Rose or Muted Lavender.

Soft, gentle colors against revealing fabric? He doesn’t know what to do with himself. It makes him short-circuit. The contrast between innocence and skin is too much.

Half-stammering, eyes darting away,

“Y-You… uh… did you mean to wear that?”

A beat,

“…not that I’m complaining or anything—! I mean. Shit.”

He might not flirt directly, but the flushed cheeks, nervous glances, and restless hands say everything. Catch him staring? He’ll deny it. Loudly.

✦ . eyeless jack

Ivory or Cream.

Something clean, soft, pure, on a body that’s definitely not innocent. The juxtaposition ruins him. It’s the one time he’ll lose composure.

“You know what that kinda thing does to me… and you wore it anyway.”

Voice low, fingers twitching like he’s restraining himself,

“You’re cruel.”

He’s usually composed. But this? This makes him lean in closer, his tone turns low, slow, dangerous. He’s practically drooling by the time he’s on you.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Dark Navy or Charcoal Gray.

He’s turned on by control and authority, so when the reader wears something revealing in his colors, it hits a nerve. Those tones scream tension, power, intimacy in all the right ways.

A growl low in his throat,

“You look like sin.”

Lets his hand ghost just above your skin,

“You wanna get punished wearing shit like that in front of me?”

He’s direct and dirty, the kind to pull you aside and whisper filth in your ear, just to watch you squirm.

✦ . hoody (brian thomas)

Burnt Orange or Warm Brown.

Earthy tones do something to him. Especially if it’s something soft and draping off your body just enough to reveal skin. Makes him stare like he’s thinking about devouring you and writing an analysis of the experience afterward.

Leans in like he’s studying a rare artifact,

“You’re very… distracting today.”

Smirks,

“Is that intentional? Or are you just that good at making me lose focus?”

He’ll flirt subtly, but intensely. The kind of heat that creeps up on you slowly… and then doesn’t let it go.

✦ . laughing jack

Bright Pink or Soft Blue.

If it’s fun and flirty and a little outrageous? He’s obsessed. Especially if it’s paired with something skimpy and lacy that makes his twisted little heart race. A big fan of ruffles.

Wolf-whistles,

“Now that’s a sight! You got a treat for me, sugarplum?”

Leans way too close, winks,

“Or do I have to earn it?”

He’s over-the-top, dramatic, and hungry. His flirting is loud, inappropriate, and oddly charming if you like chaotic energy.

✦ . clockwork

Gunmetal Gray or Deep Violet.

Strong, commanding, with just the right hint of elegance, it makes her stop mid-step and watch. Add some skin to the equation? She’s on the verge of dragging you away.

Low chuckle,

“Dressed to kill, huh?”

Steps closer, eyes raking down,

“Good. So am I.”

She flirts like she’s holding back a darker hunger. You’ll feel it in the way her gaze lingers and her voice drops. She doesn’t play games, she hunts them.

✦ . ben drowned

Rich Green or Deep Blue.

Anything that screams “digital vixen” makes him glitch. Cropped hoodie? Techwear? Glowing accessories? He’s malfunctioning.

Tongue flicking across his teeth, smirking,

“Is this for me? Or were you just hoping I’d make a fool out of myself?”

Leans in,

“Bet you know just what you’re doing, too.”

He’s playful, smug, and way too smooth. The second you show skin in colors that match his corrupted aesthetic? It’s game over, literally.

✦ . slenderman

White.

Pure. Stark. Clean. It hits him on a level most wouldn’t understand. A creature of shadows drawn to the one color that reflects everything. Revealing white on someone he desires? It tempts him like a challenge.

A psychic pulse you feel in your bones,

“Interesting…”

It’s barely even words, just static echoing in your mind.

He doesn’t flirt, he looms. But if he notices? He’ll make sure you know he noticed. Every breath you take feels like it’s being monitored, and maybe even admired.

꩜ .ᐟ

[chuck-leska]

hi I'm so sorry if you've already done this but have you ever done something about what nicknames would the creeps or proxies give to reader, in a "spicy" way lmao??

(Would absolutely SCREAM if hoodie or jeff was on here. I love the way you write for them.)

I feel like whenever I’m writing for them, I always switch around their pet names they give to the readers, so I always just end up going with whatever the vibe is. So hopefully this will help me remember lmaooo:

✦ . jeff the killer

“Baby girl,” “Pretty thing,” “Babe,” “Sweetheart”

Jeff is filthy and unfiltered. He throws around nicknames that toe the line between tender and predatory. He’ll growl “C’mere, pretty thing,” while tugging your hips flush to his. If you get all sweet on him, his nicknames become more warm and sweet — “Hey, Babe. Easy now, not too much.”

✦ . eyeless jack

“Darling,” “Pet,” “Little lamb,” “My sweet”

Jack’s nicknames are soft until they aren’t. The man can say “You’re falling apart, darling,” with a hand between your thighs. “Little lamb” slips out when he’s soft and possessive, especially after patching you up post-mission.

✦ . ticci toby

“Baby,” “Love,” “Sweet girl/boy,” “Naughty girl/boy”

Toby’s got a chaotic streak, his spicy nicknames are playful with a bite. He’ll murmur “You gonna keep acting like a tease, baby?” while pinning your wrists down. If you’re bratty? “You like getting under my skin, don’t you, naughty girl/boy?”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

“Good girl/boy,” “Sweetheart,” “Brat,” “Mine”

Tim is rougher when it counts, but his nicknames lean control-oriented. “Be a good girl and keep still.” Or whispered “Mine,” with his teeth against your neck. If you push back, “You really wanna keep bein’ a brat right now?” comes out right before he manhandles you into place.

✦ . hoody (brian thomas)

“Mouse,” “Quiet thing,” “Good pet,” “Sweet thing”

Brian’s nicknames are hushed, condescending in the best way. He likes when you’re obedient— “There’s my good little pet.” But if you mouth off, he’ll laugh darkly: “Aw, the mouse found its voice. Should I take it away again?”

✦ . ben drowned

“Bitch,” “Babe,” “Pixie,” “Girlie/Boy”

Ben’s dirty nicknames are filthy, flirty, and mocking. “Keep grinding like that, bitch, just like that,” Or “C’mon, girlie, work for it.” He’s cocky and loves your reactions, especially if they fluster you.

✦ . clockwork

“Doll,” “Honey,” “Baby,” “Love”

Clockwork loves control, rhythm, and aesthetic. She calls you “Doll” when she’s holding your chin. “Honey,” she teases when you hesitate, “You gonna take your sweet time or let me ruin you?” Her sweet nothings are always laced with tension.

✦ . laughing jack

“Candy,” “Toy,” “Pretty thing,” “Sweetie”

Jack’s nicknames are unnerving and playful. He’ll coo “My sweet little toy,” while licking his lips. “Dance for me, pretty thing,” might sound like a joke, until he’s behind you, making you do just that. Always laced with chaotic glee.

✦ . slenderman

“Pet,” “Little one,” “My love,” “Beloved”

Slender is elegant even in filth. “Pet” and “Little one” come with a psychic ripple that makes your bones feel hollow. But when it’s serious, when he’s truly focused, it’s “My beloved,” whispered into your mind like a sacred prayer before he breaks you open.

꩜ .ᐟ

[chuck-leska]

Can we get hcs for how the creepypastas would handle a s/o with a high sex drive? (Hoping to see Toby and Brian)

✦ . jeff the killer

“You horny again? …God, I love you.”

Down for it. Always. Jeff’s sex drive is already pretty high, so if you’re insatiable? He’s all in.

Teases the hell out of you for it. Calls you “needy,” “nasty,” or his “little addict.”

Will literally stop mid-argument to grab your hips and say, “This what you want instead?”

If he’s tired? He’ll still try. You might wake up to him lazily rutting into you like “Mmhm… just use me, babe.”

✦ . ticci toby

“You’re gonna wear me the fuck out… not that I’m complaining.”

Initially overwhelmed but very into it. Especially if you initiate with surprise attacks.

You grabbing his hoodie and pulling yourself into his lap? Instantly flustered. Instantly hard.

Grins through the overstimulation: “You just do-don’t stop, huh?”

Starts getting possessive if others take your attention. “No-Nobody can make you feel this good, right? Say it.”

✦ . eyeless jack

“You’re going to kill yourself with this pace. Slow down, little lamb.”

At first? Wary. Jack’s a methodical lover. He prefers intimacy with his control.

But the more he sees how much you crave him, the more addicted he becomes.

He’ll start structuring his day around your needs: food, hydration, meds, and then you.

Will make extensive use of restraints and edging you if your drive gets overwhelming—to help you last.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

“Jesus Christ—again?”

He’ll roll his eyes and sigh, but his bulge says otherwise.

Tim likes control. If you’re constantly pushing, he’ll flip it. Tie you up, edge you for hours, make you beg.

Pretends he’s annoyed, but will fuck you hard and rough like he’s been waiting for you to ask.

Post-sex cuddles are grumpy, but affectionate. “You good now? You better be.”

✦ . hoody (brain thomas)

“Keep tempting me and see what happens.”

Secretly obsessed. On the surface? Calm. Collected. But inside? Losing it.

He’ll act unaffected when you straddle him, then suddenly flip you over and wreck you unapologetically.

Loves when you initiate. Makes him feel claimed. Wanted.

Watches your stamina with fascination. He keeps score in his head. (He’s winning.)

✦ . ben drowned

“God, you’re gonna break my stamina… and my spine.”

Horny little gremlin. He’s all for it.

He will use your libido as an excuse to pause games, saying, “One quick round,” and then spending hours with you.

Suggests weird kinks constantly, “Let’s try while floating this time. C’mon.”

If you somehow wear him out? He’ll program a vibrator that he can control to keep you busy.

✦ . clockwork

“Didn’t we just go three rounds this morning? Damn, baby.”

She loves it. Will tease you endlessly.

Calls you “insatiable,” “hungry,” or “never satisfied.”

She’s dominant, so if you’re always begging? She’ll make you earn it with a slow, torturous build-up.

Sometimes just pushes you against the wall and says: “You’re lucky I’m not tired of you.”

✦ . laughing jack

“You really want another ride, sugar?”

Absolute freak. You being horny all the time? He thrives off it.

Turns every interaction into innuendo. Eating candy? He moans obnoxiously. You bend over? He claps like a kid on Christmas morning.

Loves overstimulation, sensory play, toys, and making you scream.

He gets competitive too: “Bet I can make you pass out before you make me tap out.”

✦ . slenderman

“You are…exceedingly demanding. But I will indulge you.”

At first? Cold. Distant. Annoyed.

But behind closed doors? A demon.

He’ll draw your desire out slowly, making you desperate before he unleashes.

Will use his tendrils, his voice, his control over your body and mind until you’re shaking and still asking for more.

“Desperation… It’s unbecoming. But I find myself eager to satisfy you.”

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[chuck-leska]

hi dear, can you do how the creeps/proxies react to y/n sending them a spicy video/photo while they are away and how they handle the situation when they come back ? 💕

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

๑ Warning: Mentions of nudity and boners

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✦ . jeff the killer

He was already annoyed from the job. Some idiot ran off into the woods when Jeff specifically told them to sit still while he “handled business.” Now he was on a wild goose chase for some fucker dumb enough to run away from him. But nothing, nothing, could’ve prepared him for that buzz of his phone and the preview image that followed.

“…The fuck?”

His thumb hesitates just before unlocking the screen, already feeling the heat crawl up the back of his neck. And then, there you are. Looking up at the camera with those eyes, wearing practically nothing but a sly grin, playing so innocent while your fingers wandered.

“Shit,” he huffs under his breath, licking his lips and running a hand down his face. His pupils dilate, beginning to fiddle with the handle of his knife as if there isn’t someone screaming and crying for help meters away from him. “Oh, you’re kidding.” He only deals with the poor guy after he’s watched the video a couple of times to get himself a hard-on.

When he gets back, much earlier than expected, you don’t even get a knock.

The door slams open, and you barely have time to register his entrance before you’re pinned to the wall. His hoodie smells like blood and smoke, and he’s already dragging you closer by the hips, voice husky and dangerous. He ignores your complaints.

“You think you’re real funny, huh,” he murmurs into your ear, breath hot. “Sending that when you know I can’t touch you?”

And oh, he makes sure you feel every second of the frustration you caused.

✦ . ticci toby

Toby’s sprawled out on the motel bed, half-listening to the static of some old cable TV show while chewing on a candy bar he swiped from the front counter. He’s been antsy all day, his meds wearing thin, missing you, pacing like he can’t sit still for long (because he can’t).

Then his phone buzzes.

He checks it and immediately drops the candy. His hands fumble, then freeze. He sits fully up.

His mouth opens just a little. “Holy shit…”

His tics stutter for a moment, brain completely scrambling. “Why—why would you do that to me right now?” he groans, falling back into the bed and squeezing his eyes shut. He has to fight the urge to immediately FaceTime you.

When he comes back, he’s already grinning behind his mask. You open your mouth to greet him, but he beats you to it—arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground and spinning you, hands already wandering.

“I hope you’re proud of you-yourself,” he says against your jaw, giggling low. “Because I haven’t thought about anything else since you sent that. Ho-Hope your afternoon is free, baby.”

✦ . eyeless jack

EJ was restocking his medical supplies in the mansion’s basement, gloves still on, mind focused on organization and sterilization. The vibration of his phone against the metal tray distracted him just long enough to glance at the screen.

The photo loads.

He freezes.

He takes a breath, slow and measured, but his hand tightens around the tray until it creaks under the pressure.

He doesn’t react outwardly until you’re back. Then it’s silent steps through the door, gloved hands removing your phone from your grasp, and a quiet chill that swallows the air from your lungs.

“You’re an idiot,” he murmurs as he lifts your chin, that soft, unreadable tone hiding so much want beneath. “And far too tempting for your own good.”

He’s clinical, deliberate, slow in his approach, savoring every inch of you like a specimen he wants to study. “I hope you’re proud of yourself, little lamb.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Tim doesn’t expect it. He’s sitting in a dim hallway, nursing a flask, hand still stained with dirt and ash from a mission. He just wanted a moment of quiet and prayed the half-gone cigarette resting between his chapped lips was enough to calm the ache in the back of his head.

A buzz in his pocket.

He unlocks his phone with low expectations.

And then your video plays. His brows shoot up, jaw clenching as he watches your fingers trail across your skin. He swears under his breath and stares at the screen like it personally offended him. The cigarette tumbles from his lips, forgotten on the ground as he tugs at the belt hugging his quickly-tightening pants.

When he gets back, he acts like nothing happened—at first. Mask still on, jacket tugged low, but his silence is loaded. You can feel his eyes behind the mask, tracking your every move, burning holes into your head.

When the night finally falls and the mask finally comes off, he grabs you by the collar and pulls you in, mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that’s all pent-up restraint.

“You’re terrible,” he whispers, forehead pressed against yours, breath shaky. “You know that? Gonna drive me insane one day.”

✦ . hoody (brian thomas)

Brian’s always composed, always the calmest of the bunch, always the level head in a sea of chaos. But not when it comes to you.

He was reviewing footage from a scouting mission, surfing through the hours of footage to gather enough information on whoever the Operator had sent them out to kill, when your video came through.

His eyes darken the moment he sees it. He doesn’t make a sound. Just rewatches it. Twice. Then a third time. The low hum in his throat might sound like amusement, but it’s really him biting his lips so hard they’ve started bleeding.

When he walks through your door later, hood pulled low and mask still on, he says nothing. Just pushes you gently against the wall and pulls the mask off, slowly, purposefully.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your jaw. “Couldn’t focus ‘cause of you.”

He brushes his lips against your ear, voice low and hot. “What do you say we recreate it, hm? For me?”

✦ . ben drowned

Ben’s gaming when you send it. Of course he is. He’s in a VC with someone, halfway through wrecking another poor soul in a PvP match when he sees the notification and mutes the mic.

“…No way.”

He opens it. Eyes wide, game forgotten, controller dropped. The only noise is the muffled voices on the other end asking why he suddenly went AFK.

He actually short-circuits, glitching in and out of digital space as he tries to process. The edges of the video pixelate from his own excitement, pulsing as if he’s trying to enter the video itself.

When he gets back, he appears in your bedroom without warning, no knock, no door opening, just a glitch in the air and he’s there, cocky smirk in place.

“I hope you know,” he purrs, stepping forward, “that video is now burned into my brain for eternity.”

He grins wider. “Now show me the live performance.”

✦ . clockwork

Natalie’s out doing recon, calm and focused as ever. But your message comes in while she’s leaning against her van, puffing the last of her nasty cigarette.

One glance, and her whole demeanor changes.

“Oh… my god,” she mutters, biting her lip. “You’re really trying to get me killed out here.”

She plays it cool—at least until she gets back.

Then she pins you to the wall by the wrist, grinning ear to ear.

“You sent that just to mess with me, didn’t you?” she whispers, kissing down your neck. “Well, congratulations. You did.

She doesn’t go easy on you. But she’s sweet with her praise, constantly reminding you, “So perfect,” “So good for me,” “That video didn’t do you justice.”

✦ . laughing jack

Jack’s mid-monologue to himself when the notification appears, and he perks up curiously. He doesn’t expect much, you’re his only contact anyway—until the photo loads.

He pauses.

“…Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

He starts laughing, high and delighted, pacing and giggling with genuine glee.

“Ohhh, darling,” he coos, tapping the screen like it’s your face. “You’re too good to me.”

When he returns, he pops into your room like the jack-in-the-box he is, face just inches from yours.

“You trying to seduce me, hmm? Naughty little thing.”

He wraps his striped arms around you, pulling you close. “Don’t worry—I came prepared.”

✦ . slenderman

Slender doesn’t use phones the way humans do—but he always knows when something’s sent to him. The air around him crackles as your image arrives, the dimensional fabric reacting to your intent.

His tendrils twitch.

You feel his response before you ever see him—shadows stretching under your door, the house growing still. Then he materializes, tall and quiet, gliding toward you with that eerie grace.

“You tempt me,” his voice slips into your mind, smooth and vibrating. “You are reckless, little thing.”

You reach for him, and his tendrils coil around your waist, lifting you like you weigh nothing.

“You will not send such images again—unless I’m there to witness, understood?”

꩜ .ᐟ

[chuck-leska]

What would you think the creeps favourite song from Ethel Cain is...

I love Ethel Cain & Hayden more than I can physically name so sorry I went a little overboard with this,,,

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✦ . jeff the killer

“Thoroughfare”

Jeff has that chaotic, feral energy, but beneath all that bloodlust is a deeply broken person looking for something he can’t name. When I listen to Thoroughfare, it gives me the uneasy feeling of watching a car crash and not being able to do anything about it or help anyone involved. You kind of just have to stand back while they suffer, and that’s what I feel like Jeff’s backstory is like from the reader’s perspective. You just watch this boy slowly rip his life apart without even realizing it.

“And every small-town diner, saw our faces at least once or twice / But in these motel rooms, I started to see you differently, oh.”

He definitely listens to this on loop when he’s alone, sprawled out somewhere half-covered in blood, pretending he doesn’t feel anything while his brain replays memories like film burns.

✦ . ticci toby

“Family Tree”

This man is made of generational trauma and repressed fury, so this song might as well be his entire backstory in 5 minutes. He’s a sad little boy in a grown man’s body, and everyone around him has to face the repercussions of that. There’s nothing else to compare this with than with his family—his horrible dad, the grief of his sister, and the loss of his family and home. He’s always waiting and begging to be taken back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore, but everything that has happened to him has been from his own creation.

“I’m just a child, but I’m not above violence / My mama raised me better than that.”

It opens up something primal in him. It feels like his feelings have a soundtrack now. He won’t say it, but it makes him cry when no one’s watching.

✦ . eyeless jack

“A House in Nebraska”

Jack’s the most introspective of them. The yearning, the haunting sadness, the feeling of being almost loved? It hits. The feeling of wanting to go back to something, to reverse all the horrible choices you’ve made and start from the beginning, but knowing you’ll never be able to no matter how much you beg. It’s just the story of him and the events that happened in college retold again, so he listens because he knows the feeling.

“And it hurts to miss you, but it’s worse to know / That I’m the reason you won’t come home.”

There’s something nostalgic about it that he can’t quite name. You’ll find him sitting in the dark with this on, lost in thought, mask resting beside him.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

“Ptolemaea”

Tell me you’re the big brother of the group without telling me, y’know? Oh yeah. Screaming, chaos, pain, pure dread and unidentifiable noises. It’s just a verbalization of all the torment and mental dread he went through to become a proxy, all the emotions and internal dialogue that comes with it. Something about the religious undertones strike him in the weirdest, most uncomfortable spots.

“Even the iron still fears the rot / Hiding from something I cannot stop / Walking on shadows, I can’t lead him back, uh.”

He listens to it on low volume while driving to town for supplies. No, he won’t talk about it. Yes, it means everything.

✦ . hoody (brian thomas)

“Western Nights”

It’s quiet, brooding, and secretly devastating just like him. He doesn’t like anything that evoke too many emotions, but something that will speak to him in the way he understands, that’s all he needs. His head is loud, he doesn’t need anything louder to clog it all up.

“Breaking in to ATMs / Sleeping naked when it gets too hot.”

He’ll never tell you how many memories this song drags out of him, but he’ll slip one earbud into your ear and let you listen with him if he likes you enough.

✦ . ben drowned

“A House in Nebraska” (but the distorted slowed-down version)

Yes, it’s a repeat, but Ben puts this through so many audio filters it sounds like a corrupted save file mourning its lost player.

“Labored breathes and bed sores, sing it to me all day long / When the aching sound of silence, used to be our favorite song.”

He lays in the digital void with this echoing around him, glitching slightly. Melancholy and memory get tangled up in his code, but it’s comforting in a way, makes him feel human.

✦ . clockwork

“Gibson Girl”

Sensual, darkly feminine, dangerous? That’s her. But besides aesthetics, it’s also a reminder of who she was before she put that clock face in her eye. It reminds her of her power she holds, what it cost to get to this point, and how she promises to never let herself be weak again. Everything she has she’s taken for herself, this song plays as a mental check.

“And if you want it good, downright iconic / Then I would show you something that you wish you had.”

This is her pre-kill playlist. She unwinds to it. Lives for the control, the power, the dizzy sweetness of it all.

✦ . laughing jack

“Sun Bleached Flies”

This one’s unexpected, but Jack’s chaos hides a lot of grief. The song’s eerie, decaying beauty speaks to the quiet sadness in him he buries under teeth and tricks. Jack is a toy, a being that was never really meant to have a purpose, but was inevitably given one. There comes a lot of useless emotions and complex knowledge along with having your only interaction with others through dreams or imagination.

“God loves you, but not enough to save you / So, babygirl, good luck taking care of yourself.”

He laughs when it plays, but his eyes don’t match the sound.

✦ . slenderman

“Hard Times”

Ancient. Cruel. Detached. But something about this track moves through him like a ghost of something he’s lost or buried long ago. Slender’s emotions are about as easy to pick apart as the answer to where he came from, nonexistent. He’s folklore, myth turned reality, legend given legs—there comes a lot of misplaced directions and misguided emotion. He knows how to stalk, he knows how to lure, he knows how to kill—that’s it.

“Bleeding wherever you want / Too tired to move, too tired to leave.”

He doesn’t listen to music often. But when he does? It’s this. Repeatedly.

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[chuck-leska]

First the compliment: your writing is much better than mine when i was at your age, props for writing creepypasta hcs like YOU imagine them while still making it feel like it could absolutely pass off as canon/in character. Thats some talent right there.

Can i request the creeps with a reader that tends to escapism/ suffers from maladaptive daydreaming? Thanks in advance!

Thank you so much!!! As someone who uses daydreaming to get away from the hectic cycle of life, this was very fun to do :)

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✦ . jeff the killer

At first? Jeff’s annoyed.

“Earth to space cadet,” he snaps after the third time you don’t respond when he calls your name. Jeff has always been a face-value guy, so it’s hard to understand why someone he wants to talk to doesn’t always want to talk to him. But eventually, he realizes it’s not disrespect, it’s protection.

And after a while, he starts watching you during those dissociative moments, leaning in close, not to scold, but to anchor you. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice unusually soft. “Where’d you go just now?” He wants to know where and what it is that takes you away, what makes that other place so much better than where he is?

Sometimes he’ll jokingly insert himself into your fantasy, “If you’re gonna vanish, at least imagine me shirtless and feeding you grapes or something.”

But other times, when he sees how hard you’re clinging to your daydreams, his voice gets quieter. “You don’t have to run up there anymore,” he says, brushing your hair back. “You got me now. Let me be your somewhere else.”

✦ . ticci toby

Toby understands.

God, does he understand. Dissociation, checking out, needing the dream version of life just to make it through the real one? That’s been his whole survival method. He doesn’t interrupt your spells, he just sits with you, quietly. Maybe fidgets with your hands or hums under his breath so you know he’s still here.

When you come back around, he doesn’t push. Just gently says, “You drifted again… You okay?”

If you let him, he’ll join you in your mental escape. “What’s it like in your head? Ca-Can I come too?” He wants to build you a safe world outside your mind, even if it’s messy and full of shadows, he just wants you to feel safe inside and outside of your head.

“I’ll be your anchor, if you want,” he says once. “Just tug on me when you need to come back.”

✦ . eyeless jack

Jack takes a clinical interest at first, but it turns personal fast.

He notices the signs—the unfocused stare, the half-listening answers when he asks you questions, the barely-there smile like you’re living in a different timeline. “You’re retreating,” he says one evening, gently. “It’s a protective response.” It’s more like he’s evaluating exactly why more than letting you know.

But instead of shaming you, he asks questions. “What does it look like, in there? Are you safer there? Happier?” He’s not offended, but he does want to know why your mind works the way it does without feeling like it’s an interrogation. He’s happy when you let him into your personal space.

Over time, he starts helping you ground—hand on your thigh, blanket over your shoulders, little sensory tethers that ease you back to him without abruptly dragging you from your headspace.

“You don’t have to leave to feel okay,” he tells you. “Let’s make the real world something worth staying in.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Tim has no patience for it at first.

He’s from a world where zoning out gets you killed. “Stop checking out,” he growls during a heated moment. “You can’t afford to float off.” But then he sees the aftermath, the guilt in your eyes, the way you cling to your sleeves like they can shield you.

And suddenly, he sees himself in you. He sees that scared man who was being ripped apart at the edges by some horrifying force out to get him. It hits him like a guilt-filled truck.

Next time, when you space out, he doesn’t snap. He sits next to you in silence, lights a cigarette, and murmurs, “It’s not real, whatever’s happening in there… but I get it. Sometimes you just need out.”

He’ll stay for as long as you’re gone, making sure that nothing and nobody bothers you. He’s protective, so when someone he cares about is vulnerable, he’s sure to have their back. Eventually, he’ll nudge you gently. “Come back. I miss you when you go.”

✦ . hoody (brian thomas)

Brian recognizes the signs immediately.

He’s been there—lost in thought, lost in nightmares, lost in anywhere-but-here. He never interrupts harshly. Instead, he waits for you to return, then meets your eyes behind his mask. “You were somewhere else again,” he’ll say calmly. “Did it help?”

Sometimes, he sits beside you and just says nothing, letting you wander mentally while he holds your hand. He’ll build rituals to ground you—soft touches, steady sounds, warmth.

He doesn’t force you to stop escaping, but he does give you something to escape to instead of from. If it’s silence you want, he’ll offer that, but if it’s noise and activity, he’ll offer that too.

“When you need to drift,” he says, “make me part of the dream. I’ll keep you safe in there.”

✦ . kate the chaser

Kate’s response is quiet at first.

She sees you drifting off and doesn’t call attention to it, just places a hand on your arm and keeps it there until your eyes clear. There’s no need to rush anything, she’ll take all the time she needs to bring you back. She feels honored that you feel comfortable enough around her to zone off.

But one day, after a long silence, she speaks, “I used to do that too. Escape—into stories, into people, into a version of me who didn’t have to fight so hard.”

She doesn’t try to fix you. But she will make sure you’re okay. “You don’t have to explain where you went. Just… come back when you’re ready. I’ll still be here.”

Eventually, she starts narrating things to help keep you present. She knows it’s easy for you to slip away, so she wants to make sure you’re always being attended to. “We’re in the woods. It’s dusk. You’re holding my hand. We’re walking back to the mansion.” Because with Kate, she makes sure you are never forgotten.

✦ . ben drowned

Ben lives in fantasy.

He’s half code, half memory, always just slightly unreal. So when he finds out you’re a dreamer too? He lights up. “Finally,” he says, half-grinning. “Someone who gets it.”

He’ll ask you about your worlds, your characters, your imagined futures. He wants to play there with you—build kingdoms, bend the rules, dream impossible dreams.

But when it becomes too much, when you start forgetting to eat or sleep, he gently reins you in. “I know it’s beautiful in your head,” he murmurs, fingers brushing your cheek. “But you’re beautiful out here, too. I need you with me.”

He enjoys spending time with you, inside your head or out, but there’s no way he’s going to let you ruin yourself. “…Besides, you’re way cuter in person.”

✦ . clockwork

Natalie notices the disconnect, but she doesn’t get angry.

Instead, she plants her palm against your chest and says, “Hey. You still in there?” If you don’t respond, she waits. And when you do, she doesn’t make you explain yourself. She’s patient. Fierce, but patient.

“You’re not weak,” she says. “You’re surviving however you can. I respect that.” She becomes oddly motivating and supportive.

But she’ll challenge you when the daydreams start taking over your real life. “Tell me what your dream self has that you don’t. Go on. I’ll wait.” Because she wants to help you become that person—here. Now. With her.

“I’ll fight the world for you,” she says, gripping your hand. “But you gotta stay present enough to fight it too.”

✦ . laughing jack

Jack is fascinated.

“You escape into fantasy?” he says, tilting his head like a raven. “What’s so wrong with this twisted little circus we call life?” Jack is a being of the dreamworld himself, but that’s a control tactic, something he uses to lure victims and churn feelings, not an escape.

But then he sees how much pain you’re hiding, how deeply you need the dream world. And strangely, something shifts in him. “Fine,” he says. “Then I’ll make the real world just as colorful. Let’s paint the walls with glitter and scream at the moon. Let’s make this place worth living in.”

He pulls you out of your fugue states with humor, with chaos, with surprise. But always with a touch of care. Whenever you slip, he’ll make sure to lure you back with the sweet smell of baked goods or the wonderful sensation of a dryer-warmed blanket, anything to bring you back to him.

“You don’t have to go to Wonderland, darling. I’ll bring Wonderland to you.”

✦ . slenderman

Slender is eerily in tune with your disassociation.

He can feel when your presence flickers. He doesn’t speak, but his tendrils will coil protectively around you. He grounds you with texture, sensation, pressure, drawing you back into your body.

When you return, he gently cups your face in his clawed hands. “Your mind is a vast, haunted forest,” his voice echoes. “But even the wildest forests need a path home.”

He never demands you stop dreaming. But he offers reality as something beautiful, terrifying, and shared. He understands slipping away for a while, but he’ll always make sure to stick close to keep a watchful eye over you. Nobody is allowed near, at least not until you’re back again.

“If you must wander,” he says, “let me walk with you.”

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[chuck-leska]

Hey, just wondering which of the creeps you headcanon as lgbtq+?

These are just my headcannons for the characters themselves! This excludes them in my other x reader writings.

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✦ . jeff the killer

Bisexual, heavy masc-leaning.

Jeff gives “Am I gonna kill you or am I gonna kiss you? Guess we’ll find out,” energy no matter who you are. He thrives on chaotic spurts of emotion, feeding off of adrenaline and discourse.

He definitely flirts with anyone who keeps up with his teasing. His relationships are based more on vibe than gender, he couldn’t care less what’s in your pants as long as you’re able to keep up with him mentally and physically.

Would hate labels but also lowkey love how “bi” pisses off the homophobes. “What, you think just cause I stabbed a guy I didn’t wanna kiss him first? Don’t flatter yourself.”

✦ . ticci toby

Pansexual & demiromantic.

Toby is emotionally guarded, but when he loves? He loves deep. He doesn’t care about gender, connection and intensity are what draw him in.

He struggles to name his feelings, but once he trusts someone, he falls hard. “I didn’t plan on liking anyone. But then there you were.” And it’s not about what you are—it’s who you are.

✦ . eyeless jack

Gay (but emotionally repressed).

Jack has a masculine preference and a complicated past. He feels more than he admits. Likely had a closeted relationship in school before his transformation.

Now? He buries his attraction deep beneath logic, science, and distance—but you’ll see it in the way he lingers when he stitches you up. “My condition changed a lot of things. But not who I… admire.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Bisexual with a lot of internalized shame.

Tim struggles to define himself, including his sexuality. Had experiences with men he never talked about, but found himself in a constant back and forth of hating and liking people in general.

May have suppressed feelings for male friends before things went dark. He hates feeling vulnerable, so any attraction outside the norm makes him skittish. “It’s not about labels. I liked who I liked. But that was then.” Not very big on making emotional connections anymore.

✦ . hoodie (brain thomas)

Queer/questioning, very fluid.

Brian is subtle and observant—and quietly queer. He likely never got a chance to explore before becoming a proxy, but you get the sense he was always “a little different.”

He doesn’t define his sexuality, but he knows what pulls him in—and it’s often not about gender. “People are too obsessed with definitions. I just want connection. Peace. A spark.” Could give two shits what anyone has to say either.

✦ . kate the chaser

Bisexual, maybe slightly femme-leaning.

Kate has a strong femme presence but definitely isn’t picky. She likes power, confidence, vulnerability—no matter the package.

She might’ve been with girls before and just never mentioned it. Doesn’t talk about her sexuality but wouldn’t deny it if asked. “Yeah, I’ve kissed girls. Slept with a few too. You jealous?”

✦ . ben drowned

Pansexual + Gender Nonconforming.

Ben gives big pan energy but in a “I have no idea what gender this thing is, but I’m turned on by it,” way. Prefers people who treat him like a real person, regardless of identity.

Dresses and acts however he wants—gender norms mean nothing to him. He’s literally pixels. Probably jokes about being your “digital boyfriend/girlfriend/enbyfriend.” “Sorry, sweetheart, the only binary I care about is the coding kind.”

✦ . clockwork

Lesbian.

Yes she dated Toby, yes don’t bring it up. Natalie reads super lesbian-coded, and in the most flannel wearing, car-shop working way ever. Has strong emotional + romantic leanings toward women.

Probably had a very intense first love with a girl she lost. Doesn’t label herself out loud, but she lights up around strong, soft, female energy. “I’ve only ever felt safe with women. Everything else… always felt like pretending.”

✦ . laughing jack

Pansexual, flamboyantly queer.

Jack is a walking queer-coded fever dream. He flirts with everyone for fun but has a real soft spot for eccentric, gender-bending partners. A part of him doesn’t even understand why people care about gender.

His vibe? “Gender is a costume, darling.” “Oh please—I’ve seduced demons, clowns, angels, and corpses. You think your pronouns scare me?”

✦ . slenderman

Asexual, Aromantic-coded but curious.

Slender doesn’t need romantic or sexual intimacy—but he’s not unfeeling. He connects on a deeply spiritual level. Gender and orientation are below his plane of existence.

But with the right person? He explores… softly, curiously, almost reverently. “You intrigue me not for what you are, but how you exist. So human. So fragile. So luminous.”

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[chuck-leska]

I'm wondering what your thoughts are on what the creeps/pastas favorite positions are, I don't know if you've done this already but I'd love to read it.

(I would especially like to see slenderman and eyeless jack)

Giggling like a schoolgirl right now I’ll have you know. I don’t think they’d be into anything totally specific, but I’ll give the general vibes.

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✦ . jeff the killer

Face-to-face, full control, messy and intense.

Jeff’s favorite is anything where he can watch your face. He likes hovering over you, pinning your wrists, keeping his eyes locked on yours while you’re unraveling beneath him. It’s not just about dominance—it’s about seeing the exact second you fall apart for him.

“Yeah… look at me. Don’t hide now.”

There’s blood on your neck and his teeth are sharp—bites marks are always a constant.

He’s loud. Insatiable. Territorial. But there’s something almost adoring in how tightly he clings during.

✦ . ticci toby

From behind, deep, a hand around your throat.

Toby’s favorite isn’t about dominance—it’s about closeness. He likes pressing up behind you, arms around your waist, face buried in your neck. It’s grounding. Steadying. He doesn’t even mean to be rough, but his strength always slips through.

“You feel so good. Yo-You always do this to me…”

His voice stutters between your name and low, choked laughter.

He melts when you praise him. Curls around you like a dog desperate for warmth.

✦ . eyeless jack

Slow, intimate, full-body weight—especially on a bed or table.

Jack’s all about knowing body language and observation. He wants you lying beneath him, eyes wide (or blindfolded), letting him explore every inch. His body is heavy and cool, and when he covers you completely, it’s almost overwhelming.

“Stay still. Let me see you… all of you.”

Despite it, the weight is nice. You’re completely unable to move, completely at his disposal.

There’s an intimacy in the way he touches—measured, reverent, curious. You’re his favorite subject to study.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Up against a wall, rough and breathless, or anywhere he can slam into you with force.

Tim’s unhinged when he’s desperate. His favorite positions are anything fast, gritty, and impulsive—like he couldn’t wait to get you home. He likes taking you hard, somewhere risky, somewhere you could definitely get caught.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?”

A definite hair-puller and face-grabber.

He gets exhausted quick, but it’s worth the intensity of the few moments before he’s forced to be slow again.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

You on top, his hands behind his head, a smug look on his face.

He likes watching you get desperate for it, take things into your own hands. Brian loves being under you, hands resting behind his head as you ride him at your own pace. He’ll tease, taunt, praise—but he never interrupts. He just stares and lets you wreck yourself for him.

“Go on, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it.”

That smirk? Criminal. And so is the way he won’t let you look away.

Of course, the second he decides to flip you over? Good luck catching your breath.

✦ . kate the chaser

Standing, aggressive, your hands pinned behind you.

Kate’s favorite is you surrendering. Not weak—never that—but willing. She likes you pressed to a wall or bent over something stable, her knife on the table as a reminder. She growls praise. She bites. But she also kisses where it bruises.

“You wanna run, bunny? Go ahead. I’ll catch you.”

You don’t run. You never do. Couldn’t if you tried.

It’s like a predator cradling her favorite thing in the world.

✦ . ben drowned

Lazy couch cuddles turning into slow grinding, you straddling him.

Ben is all about comfort meets chaos. He loves having you draped over him while he plays games… until things shift. His favorite position is straddling his lap, your fingers in his hair while he guides your hips in slow, teasing movements.

“Pause the game? Nah. I can multitask.”

The teasing is terrible but it’s worth the slow build up before everything finally floods over.

Half-mocking, half-sweet, all-consuming. He lives for making you blush first.

✦ . clockwork

You tied to the bed. Or her lap. Pick your poison.

Clockwork is a switch—but when she’s in charge, she owns you. She likes you restrained and at her mercy, watching as she takes her time. But when she lets you take over? She’ll sit back, spread her legs, and let you know exactly how good you’re doing.

“Don’t stop unless I say so.”

And God help you if she moans your name.

She thrives on mutual power exchange. Push her buttons right and she’ll reward you handsomely.

✦ . laughing jack

Absolutely unhinged. Any and all.

Jack doesn’t have a favorite—he just loves chaos. He wants to bend you over a bench one day and cuddle you in a bubble bath the next. Upside-down? Handstands? Magic tricks? He’ll try anything.

“Let’s make it a game. Whoever finishes first gets the last lollipop.”

“Jack—”

“Too late, already ate it.”

Literal candy, kisses, and giggles included.

✦ . slenderman

Floating. Wrapped in tendrils. Like an offering.

Slenderman is otherworldly. His favorite is holding you suspended—entwined in shadowy limbs while he explores you with terrifying precision. Your body weightless. Your mind hazy. Your voice a prayer.

“Your devotion pleases me.”

His voice fills your head like honey and smoke.

He touches with reverence, as though your body is holy. He wraps around you like a cocoon. Safe. Silent. Unshakably his.

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[chuck-leska]

hello! I love your writing but just wanted to know if you allow requests I mean I'd just like to be sure if you're comfortable with it, and if yes I was wondering what fashion style would the creeps like, have a good day and stay hydrated<3

Including more people than usual because I really enjoyed this prompt :)

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✦ . jeff the killer

Careless edge, boyhood recklessness dressed like a dare.

Straight dark jeans, scuffed high-tops, worn hoodies he never washes. Sleeves pushed up, hood always on, always bloodstained but never ruined.

Doesn’t think about style, but there’s an accidental charm to how he wears destruction like it’s tailored.

✦ . ticci toby

Restless movement in soft cotton layers. Like static electricity in human form.

Wears things for comfort and speed—light-wash jeans, oversized hoodies or zip-ups, fingerless gloves. Brown and gray tones, hoods that swallow his face, sleeves bitten at the cuffs.

Clothes always look slept in, like he’s just rolling from one place to the next. A little chaos in how he wears it all, like even his outfits vibrate.

✦ . eyeless jack

Sharp, subtle, and clean. Like a cigar lounge at midnight.

Dark button-ups, neat pants, structured jackets. Always tidy. Always dark. Wears his collarbones like jewelry. Never flashy, always composed.

His clothing feels like silence—precise and heavy with meaning. When he speaks, you notice the stitching on his cuffs.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Earthy weight. Sturdy denim. A man-shaped shadow in workwear.

Simple flannel, boots, jeans. Everything thick, practical, worn to hell. Never changes much, but it still suits him. Utility has its own sort of aesthetic.

Always looks like he’s ready to disappear into the woods or fix your car. The kind of man you see once, and feel like you’ve known him in another life.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Distant, layered, unreadable. Like fog rolling in through alleyways.

Neutral tones. Deep hoods. Thick fabrics layered like secrets. His clothes always look too warm for the weather—intentional.

He dresses like a quiet warning: don’t ask, don’t follow. His outfits aren’t curated. They’re calculated.

✦ . kate the chaser

Blade-sharp and body-aware. Confident utility.

Sleek silhouettes, cinched waists, sharp boots. Clothes that show off her strength, her control.

Everything dark, matte, or muted—no frills, no mess. Looks like a woman you don’t want to cross in a parking garage.

✦ . ben drowned

Comfort buried under chaos. Unwashed charm. Neon laziness.

Baggy hoodies, video game tees, too many rings, chipped nail polish. Clothes smell like Mountain Dew, controller grease, and anxiety.

Wears things just for the color, the logo, the joke. Looks bad on purpose but makes it work with a smug grin.

✦ . clockwork

Sharp lines, dark lips, hands on hips. Structured femme with bite.

Cropped jackets, leather pieces, silver jewelry. Heavy boots. Clothes like armor. Dark eyeliner and a don’t-touch-me energy.

She’s Wendy Corduroy on crack heroine. There’s elegance in her edge—never messy, always meaningful.

✦ . nina the killer

Flirty grunge with way too much lip gloss.

Everything she wears feels like it’s daring you to look—too short, too tight, or just a little too pink. But it works.

Cropped graphic tanks, distressed low-rise jeans, cherry-red sneakers, smudged eyeliner, oversized rings she could punch someone with.

✦ . jane everlasting

Sleek, striking, and effortlessly deadly.

Always dressed like she’s about to avenge someone or destroy your entire bloodline—with perfect eyeliner.

Fitted leather jackets, high-waisted trousers or sleek black dresses, combat boots with a feminine edge, always silver jewelry.

✦ . liu woods

Moody, layered, and slightly disheveled—like he grabbed whatever was on the floor but still managed to make it work.

Brooding without trying.

Worn flannel shirts over band tees, chain necklaces tucked under the collar, dark jeans, and that one old hoodie he never takes off.

✦ . x-virus

Sharp in a cold, techy way. Clean lines, dark colors, subtle military undertones.

Almost sterile—like he’d rather wear function than fashion, but still knows how to look good doing it.

Tactical black cargo pants, fitted black long sleeves, sleek combat boots, matte metal accessories, and gloves with the fingertips cut off.

✦ . bloody painter

Artist’s mess meets quiet elegance.

His clothes are worn but intentional—paint-stained jeans paired with something oddly refined, like a turtleneck or tailored coat.

Soft oversized sweaters, smocks he never washes, leather satchels full of charcoal, fingerless gloves, paint-splattered boots.

✦ . jason the toymaker

Victorian flair mixed with something more sinister.

He dresses like a porcelain doll maker who never stopped mourning, but with flair.

Ruffled blouses, long coats with ornate buttons, fingerless lace gloves, sharp dress shoes, and maybe a single red ribbon tucked somewhere.

✦ . laughing jack

Clowncore meets couture—chaos, but intentional.

Layered textures, loud patterns, asymmetry that works. Always something dramatic: long coat, too-tall boots, stripes that clash.

Looks like performance art, dresses like a walking carnival ghost.

✦ . slenderman

Stillness in motion. Timeless, clean, unnerving perfection.

Tailored suits in deepest black, polished shoes, gloves. Everything fits like he was born into it.

Style untouched by trend. Looks like a painting in a hallway you never meant to walk down. Even the way he stands feels dressed.

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[chuck-leska]

its me, i have a headcanon idea

what are the creeps preferences when it comes to dating someone? aka their type

EVERYONE SAY HI ANGIE!!! WE LOVE YOU ANGIE!!!

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✦ . jeff the killer

The firestarter. Someone who doesn’t flinch at chaos—who challenges him, mocks him right back, and lives for the adrenaline. He falls for the ones who kiss like they bite and laugh when they’re bleeding.

He’s drawn to smartmouths, fearless types, people who joke through pain, who can take one of his bad nights and throw it back at him with a grin. Unapologetic. Alive.

Big weakness is a partner who can stare him down after he’s lost it and calmly say, “You done?” He won’t know what hit him.

✦ . ticci toby

The calm to his storm. The soft voice in the dark. He needs someone grounded, someone who won’t shame him for spiraling—but will anchor him through it. Think soft touches, warm hands, unwavering patience.

He’s drawn to quiet strength. People who hum when they cook. People who instinctively reach for him first. Who let him rest his head in their lap when the episodes get bad.

Big weakness is anyone who treats him like he’s not broken. Not fixed, either. Just human.

✦ . eyeless jack

The intellectual. Someone who can hold a real conversation. Curious minds, sharp tongues, deep questions. He’s fascinated by the ones who want to learn him—no matter how monstrous.

He’s drawn to introspective souls. The ones who read historical texts for fun, who know the constellations, who aren’t afraid of blood under their fingernails. Steady. Kind.

Big weakness is someone who treats his body—scars, missing eyes, all of it—with gentle reverence. Like he’s art. It stuns him every time.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Tough-as-nails. The kind who doesn’t scare easy and doesn’t waste time sugarcoating things. He’s rough, but loyalty matters to him more than anything—and he falls hard for people who show up and stay.

He’s drawn to the resilient ones. Low-maintenance types. Partners who make their coffee strong, handle emergencies without flinching, and know when to not ask questions.

Big weakness is anyone who calls him out with love. “Don’t pull away. I’m not going anywhere.” Cue the emotional spiral.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

The deep soul. Someone who’s private, like him, but emotionally fluent. Who sees more than he says. He wants the slow burn—the kind of love that gets under your skin without a sound.

He’s drawn to artists, introverts, wanderers. People who speak in glances. Who touch his wrist like it’s a poem. Who never demand more than he can give, but always make him want to.

Big weakness is a partner who gives him a home in their silence. Who understands his stillness. Who doesn’t fill it—just sits with him in it.

✦ . kate the chaser

Resilient but warm. She wants someone with backbone—someone who can keep up, call her out, and kiss her through the rage. She’s hard to reach emotionally, so she falls for people who see through her.

She’s drawn to caretakers disguised as fighters. People who clean her wounds without a word. Who hold her steady after a kill. Who never make her choose between rage and softness.

Big weakness is a partner who never treats her like a lost cause. Especially after she’s done everything to make them believe she is.

✦ . ben drowned

Chaotic gremlin romance. He adores weirdos, gamers, and people who match his irreverent, mischievous energy. He thrives on inside jokes and late-night delirium.

He’s drawn to the unapologetically strange. People who cry over pixel cutscenes and sing into shampoo bottles. Bonus points if they can trash-talk while cuddling.

Big weakness is anyone who calls him “Player 1” in public. He pretends to gag. He dies inside from love.

✦ . clockwork

No-nonsense, protective, and lowkey romantic. She likes people who can roll with her mood swings and hold their own—but who aren’t afraid to be soft with her when she drops her guard.

She’s drawn to stubborn hearts. People who don’t take her crap, but still bring her tea when she’s quiet. Someone who’s not scared of her scars—and never calls her “crazy.”

Big weakness is a partner who tells her she’s beautiful without hesitation—especially when she’s angry, sweaty, bleeding, or laughing too hard to breathe.

✦ . laughing jack

The joy-chaser. He needs someone imaginative, playful, but also quietly kind. Someone who isn’t afraid of the dark but still tries to light a candle. He’s unpredictable—he needs someone who embraces that.

He’s drawn to people who dance in empty rooms, who write poetry on napkins, who laugh first and apologize later. Partners who look at him like he’s a little tragic—and a little brilliant.

Big weakness is someone who sings to him when they think he’s asleep. He’ll never admit it, but he memorizes every word.

✦ . slenderman

Elegance. Control. Intellect. He’s drawn to people with presence—quiet or commanding—who hold themselves with purpose. His partner doesn’t have to be cruel, but they must be composed.

He’s drawn to readers. Old souls. Those who speak with intention, who walk without fear, who hold their spine straight even in chaos. A single look from them means more than words ever could.

Big weakness is a partner who traces his tie, straightens his cuffs, and says “You’re not as unreadable as you think.” He’ll spend centuries unraveling that.

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[chuck-leska]

Hi Rain, I absolutely LOVE your work and you are definitely my favorite creepypasta writer. The way you characterize each of the creeps is so good and I especially love how you write for my fav creeps Jeff and lj💖 That being said, how do you think any of the creeps would react to a victim that tries to flirt their way out of dying? Like before they even do anything the victims all like "wait ur hot, pls don't kill me"

AHH YESS thank you so much!! My unhinged duo fr I love them to death. Thank you for the love!!

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✦ . jeff the killer

You say he’s hot and suddenly the knife is… not stabbing you?

“Wait…what?” He actually blinks like he misheard you.

He’s crouched over your bed like a sleep paralysis demon, hoodie messy, grin blood-stained—and you’re flirting? That throws him so hard his brain blue-screens for a sec.

“You think I’m hot?” There’s a pause. Then a smirk. Then he leans in.

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said all night, sweetheart.” He may not kill you now. He might toy with you, tease you, and get in close just to watch you squirm, now that he knows you’re into it.

He’s flustered, smug, and a little annoyed he liked hearing that.

✦ . ticci toby

“I—What the fuck?”

His whole system malfunctions. You call him hot and he blinks like an overloaded CPU.

“Are you seriously tryi-trying to flirt with me right now?”

Red ears. Tight grip on his axe.

Toby’s flustered but suspicious. He’ll pace in front of you, rambling. “Is this some kind of tri-trick? No one says that shit to me un-unless they’re fucking high.”

You might live just because you confused the hell out of him.

✦ . eyeless jack

“You… what?”

There’s a pause. Long. Heavy. Then a small tilt of the head.

He’s not the type to be easily shaken—but your tone makes his breath hitch slightly.

“You think calling me attractive will spare you?”

But the twist is: he finds it amusing. And a little intriguing. There’s a long exhale from under his mask.

“You’re strange. Brave. Stupid, but brave.”

He may test you. Push your limits. Let you bleed a bit and see if you still flirt.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

“…Is that really the best you’ve got?”

His voice is a low, irritated rasp.

Masky doesn’t take well to being interrupted—but you throwing him off script with a flirty grin gets under his skin in the worst-best way.

He shoves you to the wall, mouth close to your ear. “Keep talking. Let’s see if that charm of yours works with a broken jaw.”

You may have just earned yourself a longer life. He won’t admit it, but he likes the chaos of you.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

“…Hm.”

He doesn’t speak right away. He stares.

Silent. Observing. But the tilt in his posture says he’s amused.

You call him hot? Bold. He doesn’t get that often.

He’ll lean close, lift his mask just enough to murmur, “If you’re going to lie to save your skin, at least be more convincing.”

But your nerves amuse him. He might not kill you. Yet.

✦ . kate the chaser

“…You’ve got a death wish.”

There’s a moment of silence, then she bursts out laughing—a sharp, unexpected sound.

“You serious? You’re bleeding, cornered, about to die, and your last move is to flirt?”

If you keep it up, she might press the blade to your collarbone just for the shiver it gives you.

But it buys you time. And that little smirk on her face? It’s not nothing.

✦ . ben drowned

“LMAO what?”

Ben is living for the drama.

He absolutely loves this kind of chaotic energy. You flirting with him mid-panic? That’s hilarious.

“Damn, you’ve got taste. Kinda freaky, but I respect it.”

Might hover closer, glitching between spots like a ghost with game. He teases you relentlessly. “So you into killer guys or just desperate?”

You’ve now become his favorite plaything. Lucky you.

✦ . clockwork

“Are you flirting… with me?”

She actually blinks in surprise, then snorts.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. And honestly? I kinda love it.”

Clockwork’s got a twisted sense of humor and confidence. If you try to charm your way out, she’ll press her knife to your throat—but there’s a grin tugging at her lips.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re panicking. Keep it up and I might give you a head start.”

✦ . laughing jack

“Ooooh, someone’s got a crush.”

He lives for this.

Jack leans in nose to nose, grin practically splitting his face.

“Hot? Me? Darling, you should see me with the lights off.”

He’ll torment you in the most teasing, suggestive way possible—teleporting, whispering in your ear, tracing your jaw with a claw.

You’ll survive, but only because he finds you endlessly entertaining.

Whether that’s a good thing… well, up to you.

✦ . slenderman

“…Mortal desires.”

He doesn’t speak often, but this moment warrants it.

There’s a tense, vibrating stillness. His tendrils shift—uncertain if they’re insulted or intrigued.

No one flirts with a cosmic horror. And yet here you are, sweaty and wide-eyed, calling him tall, dark, and terrifyingly handsome.

He draws closer, tilting your chin up with invisible force.

“…Curious creature.”

You’ve won him a sliver of fascination—and that might be the most dangerous gift of all.

꩜ .ᐟ

[chuck-leska]

Hii!!!! I really like your stuff :3

How do you think the pastas would react to their S/O wanting to try period sex?

✦ . jeff the killer

“Blood doesn’t scare me, sweetheart.”

Jeff just raises a brow like, “That’s supposed to stop me?” This is a guy who’s usually covered in some other kind of blood.

He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even hesitate. If anything, he gets a little smirk on his face. “Kinda metal, honestly.”

But he will make a few jokes about it—“Should I light some candles or summon a demon?”—and you’ll have to swat at him to get him to behave.

Will 100% brag about being unbothered.

✦ . ticci toby

“…Uh. Yeah. I mean—if you’re comfortable, I’m good.”

He’s a little flustered. Not because he’s squeamish—he’s seen far worse—but because you’re the one asking, and that sends his thoughts spinning.

He’ll ask a lot of questions to make sure you’re okay, and he’ll be a bit awkward at first, but he wants to make you feel wanted, no matter what.

The moment you reassure him, he’s all in. Just…maybe don’t joke about red wings. He’ll die on the spot.

✦ . eyeless jack

“You’re asking a surgeon if he’s bothered by blood?”

Jack tilts his head and hums like you’ve just proposed something mildly interesting.

He’s the definition of unbothered. Will keep the same calm tone and intense gaze, like he’s analyzing your comfort more than anything else. He does appreciate your vulnerability in asking, though. Might even praise you for being open.

You get a little extra softness from him afterward—gentle cleanup, checking in, maybe even cooking something for you.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

“You’re serious?”

Masky looks at you like you’re testing him. At first, it’s that quiet stare of “why are you telling me this” but it quickly shifts to “…Wait, you’re serious?”

He doesn’t care about mess—he’s practical, intense, and if it brings you comfort or closeness, he’s not backing out.

He probably won’t say much, but the grip he has on you says more than enough.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

“If that’s what you want, then it’s what you’ll get.”

He doesn’t blink. He just leans in close and says it low. He has a quiet, collected dominance about him that makes you feel safe even when asking something vulnerable.

He might pull you into his lap, tuck your hair behind your ear, and murmur, “Just say the word.”

He does keep a towel nearby. Man’s prepared, respectfully.

✦ . kate the chaser

“Finally, someone who doesn’t flinch at a little blood.”

Kate grins, a little wolfish. “Messy? Sure. Problem? Nope.”

She’ll pin you down just to watch your reaction, hands gentle but grip firm. It’s kind of a bonding thing to her. She appreciates the honesty and boldness of asking—and respects that you know what you want.

She might even make a ritual out of checking on you afterward, cleaning you up, and curling up close in an almost protective way.

✦ . ben drowned

“Aren’t we like…already in a horror movie?”

Ben is a bit of a menace. He’s not grossed out, but he will make jokes. The first thing he says is probably, “Hot,” just to watch you squirm. He’s weirdly comfortable with the concept and makes it less awkward by not treating it like a big deal.

“Blood and gore? Boring. You being into it? Now that’s interesting.”

(He might even pause the game for you—maybe.)

✦ . clockwork

“You’re seriously worried about a little blood? Look at me.”

Clockwork gives you a look. She’ll lean in, smirk curling sharp, and tap her clock eye with her fingernail. “Honey, I’m literally part machine.”

She finds it kind of empowering, actually. You trusting her enough to bring it up? That earns you her full attention.

She’ll make sure you feel in control the whole time—gentle where it counts, but rough enough that you feel wanted.

✦ . laughing jack

“Darling, you think that’s gonna scare me off?”

He bursts out laughing, throwing his head back like you just told the best joke.

Then he wiggles his fingers and gets real close: “I’m already a monster, sweets. You think a little natural disaster’s gonna stop me?”

He’s dramatic, teasing, but also surprisingly attentive. Will make sure you’re cozy and comforted. Might bring you candy afterward just because he’s still Jack.

✦ . slenderman

“…If this is your desire, it is no trouble.”

Slender speaks calmly, formally, and never once lets you feel ashamed. His aura alone says this is natural, this is safe.

He respects your autonomy and doesn’t recoil or hesitate. You’ll find his movements slower, more purposeful, like he’s hyperaware of what you need.

And afterward? He brings you warm tea, clean clothes, and wordlessly braids your hair if you let him.

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[chuck-leska]

what would each pasta's reaction would be when mc finally falls asleep on them (like for the first time since theyre dating)?

hope youre having an amazing day!

✦ . jeff the killer

“…Oh. Damn.”

He freezes. Not because he’s freaked out—but because you actually trust him enough to knock out on his chest, soft breathing syncing with his heartbeat.

He blinks down at you like, “Are we fucking serious right now?” But his hand instinctively rests on your back, holding you gently.

“Guess I’m not that scary, huh?”

He won’t move until you wake up, and God help anyone who tries to disturb you.

✦ . ticci toby

Soft panic mode activated

Toby was mid-sentence when he noticed your weight settle on his shoulder. Your breathing slows. His mouth clicks shut. He stares at your face—peaceful, relaxed—and his whole system short-circuits.

“You’re…as-asleep?”

He carefully adjusts his posture so you won’t be uncomfortable. He gets this little shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck. His tics quiet down like they don’t dare wake you.

He may or may not mutter a whispered “Night, babe,” even though you’re already out cold.

✦ . eyeless jack

Silent reverence.

You’re lying against his chest, the sound of his steady breathing lulling you into a dream. Jack knows the moment you fall asleep—and he goes completely still, one hand resting over your waist.

He listens to your heartbeat and feels…strangely human again.

“You trust me,” he thinks. You trust the monster.

He doesn’t say anything. He just brushes his fingers gently through your hair, over and over, until sleep takes him, too.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Protective stillness.

You slump against him on the couch, a film flickering in the background. He thinks you’re just cuddling—until your head tilts with that unmistakable weight of sleep.

At first, he doesn’t react. Then his shoulders relax. His hand shifts to cradle your side.

“…You picked a hell of a place to doze off,” he mutters, but there’s no bite to it.

He watches over you like a guard dog, arms wrapped around you tight and safe.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Soft awe and a hidden smile.

You’re tucked against his hoodie-covered chest, exhaling softly. Brian’s arms are around you without hesitation—like muscle memory.

He blinks once, twice, and then leans back slowly, letting you sink deeper into sleep.

He doesn’t speak. Just presses the softest kiss to your forehead and lets his fingers trace your spine in slow, soothing lines.

If anyone enters the room, they get a look that says don’t. even. breathe.

✦ . kate the chaser

A soft grin and an even softer heart.

You fell asleep with your face buried in the crook of her neck, completely limp in her arms. Kate stiffens for a moment—not out of discomfort, but surprise.

She wasn’t expecting that level of trust.

“…Shit,” she whispers, half-smiling.

She settles deeper into the couch, making sure you’re supported. One hand brushes your spine, soothing and slow.

“Sleep easy. I’ve got you.”

✦ . ben drowned

Absolutely speechless for 0.5 seconds.

He was mid-rant about a boss fight when your head dropped against his shoulder. At first, he assumes you’re just snuggling—until you actually fall asleep.

“…Wait. Are you asleep right now?”

A flush rises on his cheeks. He pauses the game. (Yes. Actually.)

He gently adjusts the blanket over you, glancing down with a lopsided grin.

“God, you’re cute. Nerd,” he mumbles, then wraps his arm around you tighter, game forgotten.

✦ . clockwork

Grinning like a menace and melting like butter.

You drift off mid-conversation, curled up in her lap, and Natalie just beams.

“Oh? That comfortable, huh?”

She talks softly even though you’re asleep, thumb brushing your jawline as she studies you like you’re something rare.

There’s something sacred about the moment—you, safe and sleeping in her arms. Her voice drops, playful but low:

“You’re all mine like this, aren’t you?”

✦ . laughing jack

Still, quiet—eerily tender.

You’ve fallen asleep tangled in his patchwork coat, cheek smushed into his chest. For once, LJ doesn’t say anything.

Not a joke. Not a giggle.

He just watches your sleeping face, expression unreadable. His gloved fingers gently push a strand of hair out of your eyes.

“…You’re something else, you know that?” he whispers.

Then he wraps both arms around you, protective and possessive, and leans back to let you rest.

✦ . slenderman

Unmoving, otherworldly calm.

Your head has lolled against his shoulder. Your breathing is deep. Slender registers this fact in full. And though he doesn’t sleep, he shifts his form just slightly—softer, warmer, more solid—like a living cradle.

He stays still, his aura dimming until it’s nearly imperceptible, so you stay asleep.

He says nothing. But his hands rest over you, palms heavy and unmoving, a barrier between you and the world.

꩜ .ᐟ

[chuck-leska]

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✦ . jeff the killer

Handcuffs & Vibrating Plug.

Jeff doesn’t usually plan ahead—but when you surprise him with toys, he’s obsessed. Especially anything that lets him control your pleasure.

He’s got a thing for binding—rough leather cuffs, maybe a collar—and that evil little vibrating plug you made the mistake of letting him try.

“You’re not tapping out already, are you?”

Toys are a challenge to him. And he wins challenges.

✦ . ticci toby

Remote-Controlled Vibrators.

Toby’s manic energy turns ravenous when toys are involved. He LOVES anything he can control from a distance.

He’ll hide a vibe under your clothes and turn it on while you’re mid-conversation. In public. No shame. In the middle of mission-planning while riding in a truck full of proxies.

“Keep talking. Pretend nothing’s happening.”

The way your face changes drives him insane. If it’s got a remote and makes you squirm—he wants ten of them.

✦ . eyeless jack

Silicone Restraints & Blindfolds.

Jack’s a sensory fiend. He likes silk, satin, leather—anything that removes one of your senses so he can overwhelm the rest.

He especially loves blindfolds, paired with soft restraints and slow, dragging touches.

“Don’t guess what I’m doing. Just feel it.”

Toys for him are about control, but also intimacy. He uses them to draw things out, to make you feel how deep his attention runs.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Gags & Rope.

Tim doesn’t mess around. He’s into full scenes. Rope-work that takes time. Knots that mean something.

And the gag? That’s not just for show. That’s to hear your muffled sounds and see the way you fall apart. He gets all hot and bothered by you drooling around it.

“You’re beautiful like this. Every damn inch.”

He keeps his gear clean, prepped, folded in a locked box. He’s not new to this—he’s just very quiet about how much he enjoys it.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Vibrating Dildos & Camera.

Oh, Brian. You already know. He gives you that look—like he’s done terrible things in the back of his mind—and you’re about to be in them.

He loves teasing toys. Loves toys with apps. Loves filming you squirming and whispering,

“Smile for me. Just like that.”

You’ll find yourself forcefully sat on a thick dildo, hips not allowed to move as he watches you clench and with upon it. It’s a slow fall apart, but a satisfying one to watch back on later.

✦ . kate the chaser

Clit Sucker & Mirror Play.

Kate’s not ashamed of loving her toys. She’s got a drawer full, and she’s not shy about using them with you.

Her favorite? Clit sucker, mirror nearby, arms held behind your back. She wants you watching.

“You’re gonna sit there and see how good I make you feel.”

She loves domination, but also wants you to enjoy every second of being hers.

✦ . ben drowned

Console-Controlled Auto-Thrusting Machine & Phone Play.

You give this digital menace one toy that syncs to an app or console and he loses his mind. A dildo hooked onto the end of a machine, thrusting into you as fast as he pleases.

He’ll program patterns. Link it to boss fights. Set it to speed up every time he gets a kill in PvP.

“Oops. You better hope I don’t win again.”

He lives for this dynamic. Video game punishment and reward system—just for you.

✦ . clockwork

Strap & Dildo Collection.

Natalie is precise and powerful—and when she brings out the strap? You’re not walking right for a while.

She keeps a collection. Custom colors. Textures. Sizes. She lets you choose. Sometimes. Definitely has a Bad Dragon subscription.

“Pick the one you think you can handle. Then I’ll show you how wrong you are.”

She cleans her toys like they’re sacred. Because in a way? With you—they are.

✦ . laughing jack

Edging Toys & Feathers.

Jack’s a playful menace. He uses toys like they’re part of a circus act: feather ticklers, clit pumps, vibes with too many settings.

He loves anything that makes you beg. His whole thing is anticipation and delay. He enjoys running tassels across you and seeing the goosebumps rise.

“Aww, did you think you were gonna finish? Silly little treat.”

If it buzzes, pulses, writhes, or wiggles—he owns it. You’re not leaving until you’re seeing stars.

✦ . slenderman

Restraint Furniture, Paddles, & Soundplay Toys.

Slender has the luxury edition of everything. He doesn’t do “cheap” toys. His tastes are refined, devastating, and deeply curated.

Bondage furniture, paddles, glass toys. He uses sound toys—ones that hum so low they make you ache. He likes to spank you hard enough little beads of blood appear on your skin.

“Be still. Let me watch you come apart.”

You never even see him move. You blink, and the next thing you feel is pure ecstasy.

꩜ .ᐟ

[chuck-leska]

Ok, it's gotta be asked

What's the creeps' reaction to finding their partner dead?

Christ almighty this was difficult. They’re all so manic.

๑ Warning: Blood, death, mentions of dead bodies, grief

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✦ . jeff the killer

Jeff doesn’t register it at first. He blinks, blood on his hands, yours limp and cooling beneath him.

“Get up.”

He growls it like a command, shoving at your shoulder. When your head rolls lifelessly, his heart drops to somewhere in his stomach and rots there.

He doesn’t scream. He laughs. A broken, eerie cackle that spirals into silence. It’s too much.

Then he destroys everything around him—walls, bodies, himself—because if you’re gone, he’s not playing human anymore. He becomes a storm. A legend. A curse again. It’s a massacre to anything and anyone, especially himself.

✦ . ticci toby

It’s the stutter of your chest not rising that shatters him.

“No. No—no, no, no—”

He sobs with his whole body, the kind of noise that comes from someone who never thought they could still feel that much. He rocks you against his chest like a child, whispering apologies, begging you to wake up.

For weeks afterward, he’s silent. Hollow-eyed. He wears something of yours always—your bracelet, your shirt, a scrap of fabric tied to his wrist.

And every time he kills, he whispers your name. Like a prayer. Like revenge. Like if he makes enough sacrifices, something will bring you back to him.

✦ . eyeless jack

Jack kneels beside you, glove trembling as he checks for signs of life.

There’s none. He doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t move.

“…I could’ve saved you.”

It’s said quietly. Not in shock, but with pure, soul-draining grief. He touches your cheek gently, reverently, as if he’ll damage you further.

He buries you with his own hands. He finds the cleanest spot of soil he can, carves a grave marker from wood. And he returns to it, every day. He brings offerings. A trinket. A book you loved.

He doesn’t forgive himself. Not ever.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Tim drops to his knees the second he sees your body. Everything stops—his heartbeat, his breath, the hum in his brain.

He checks your pulse over and over.

“Please. Don’t do this to me. Don’t… leave.”

He weeps against your body in bitter silence, not because he’s weak, but because the last string tethering him to the world just snapped.

For a long time, he doesn’t leave the room. He curls up beside your corpse until someone forces him out. After that, he disappears—into the woods, into himself.

When he comes back, he’s colder. Harder. More brutal than ever.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Brian stares. Still. Silent. Processing.

Then he goes very, very still.

“…Who did this?”

Because someone had to. You don’t just leave. Not from him.

He buries you without fanfare—neat, cold, methodical—but every night afterward, he lays in your spot on the bed and stares at the ceiling until morning.

When he finds the person responsible, it’s not a quick death. It’s slow. Precise. It stretches for days, their screams pulsing through the trees and sending birds retreating into the sky. Even still, it doesn’t make him feel satisfied.

He keeps your photo in his jacket pocket. And no one ever dares touch it.

✦ . kate the chaser

Kate panics. For the first time in years, she panics.

“No. No, no, no. Don’t do this. Not you.”

She shouts. Screams. Slaps your face trying to wake you. But you don’t respond. And it shatters her.

She doesn’t cry in front of anyone. She disappears with your body.

No one knows where she buries you. But her kill count triples afterward. She stops talking. Stops eating. Becomes a ghost with a knife.

Some say she whispers your name when she guts people. Every single time.

✦ . ben drowned

Ben glitches. Literally. The moment he sees you—mouth slack, body still—his form flickers.

“Haha. Good one. You’re fucking with me, right?”

When you don’t answer, he goes eerily quiet.

He respawns next to you over and over, rewinding time in-game just to see if there’s a timeline where you survive.

When he realizes there isn’t… he pulls your data from the world. Your online accounts. Your photos. Your voice. He stores it. Clings to it. Keeps your memory living inside the code. He shoves it all onto a 16-bit avatar and tries to recreate you, but it’s not enough.

He’ll never delete you. He’d delete himself first.

✦ . clockwork

Clockwork drops to her knees.

“I wasn’t fast enough.”

The sound she makes isn’t human. It’s too full of rage. Grief. Guilt.

She’d try CPR until her knuckles bruised, even if it was useless. Then she’d scream. Break things. Break herself.

And then she’d go hunting.

Whoever took you from her will be dissected piece by piece. No mercy. No forgiveness.

She’ll carve your name into her skin. Over her heart.

✦ . laughing jack

Jack freezes mid-laugh. The smile falls off his face when he sees your body—crumpled, quiet, wrong.

“That’s not funny.”

He stands over you, glassy-eyed. Then he kneels, touches your wrist, listens for breath. Nothing.

The lights in the room burst. Color drains from the air. The toys and things he collected for you burns.

He goes dark. No joy. No mischief. He becomes a nightmare again—because what’s a clown with no audience?

He still talks to you like you’re there, whispering jokes into the void. Hoping somewhere, you’re still laughing.

✦ . slenderman

Slender knows the moment your body goes still. His tendrils curl back. The woods go silent.

He does not speak. He does not mourn like mortals.

But the trees bend toward him, and the air thickens with grief.

He sees everything. But even he could not stop this.

He lifts your body like it weighs nothing and takes it somewhere sacred.

And if anyone was responsible—he erases them. Entirely. Not a trace left.

For months, birds fall dead from the sky, roots from trees pop out of the ground. There’s no sounds of nature, just the lull of insects feasting on dying animals. There’s no point of keeping a forest alive if there’s not someone there to enjoy it.

꩜ .ᐟ