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Twerk Contest [Creepypasta x Reader] P1You gave a quick a look over your shoulder to see if no one was following you, and headed into the dense forest. It was finally summer break, and you couldn't wait to spend your days at the Creepypasta manor. Ducking under a large branch, you saw the large mansion come into your view as you sped up your walking. Reaching the door, you grabbed your keys from your backpack and unlocked the wooden door. You threw the [Favorite Color] backpack, which landed with a thud as you plopped in a chair and closed your eyes.
"Home sweet ho-"
"Hey [First Name]!" You let out a squeak as you were suddenly interrupted by Jeff's popping up in front of you.
"Wanna have a twerking test with me and the other guys?" He asked as you sighed.
"Twerking is highly inappropriate and a disgrace to our generation, and a horrible example to children," You saw Jeff's eyes getting more gug-eyed until it looked like he was about to cry.
"-Just the way I like it. Me and Slenderman will be the judges, since
Zombie [Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader] Warning:Cutting and suicidal thoughts are a big topic in this story
I frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear them now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the small space, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggra
Lightsaber Pillows [Creepypasta x Reader]Finger tapping the mouse, you looked at a certain pillow before clicking the back button. You didn't bother to look up as the door opened and slammed shut, the sound of two obnoxious, but familiar laughs echoing the large mansion. Rolling your eyes, a small smile played at your lips while you continued to look at Ebay's generic web design. You felt a weight lean down on the recliner that you were sitting in as you looked up to see BEN and Jeff, both staring at your computer screen.
"Hey." BEN blinked, looking back down at you with cherry red pupils.
"Why are looking at... Star Wars Pillows?" He squinted back up at the words displayed in the search box.
"Whatsup [First Name]? Not much BEN, thanks for asking!" You had a fake conversation with yourself as BEN rolled his eyes an stood up, thumping you on the head with his fingers.
"But seriously [Nickname], why are looking for new pillows?" Jeff asked, raising a non-existent eyebrow while brushing a strand of singed hair out of his face.
Valentine Sweethearts [Hoodie x Reader]Hoodie scrambled out of the shower, nearly slipping as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He looked at himself in the mirror, hair looking like a birds nest from keeping it hidden for so long. His eyes shown with worry as he furiously combed through his hair, hissing and cursing under his breath when he hit a knot. He heard the doorbell chime, sending off a small tune as he put down the brush and slammed open the door, letting the steam flow out of the bathroom.
“Just a moment!” He yelled, running into his rooms as he opened one of the drawers, hopping into a pair of boxers while searching for the dry-cleaned suit he had recently got from Slenderman’s younger brother, Trenderman who had no doubt in finding the ‘perfect one’. He slipped it on the vest, grabbing the tie and readjusting it so the bottom was beneath the black clothing. He grabbed his hoodie, slipping it on and breathing out.
Oh yeah, it was Valentine’s Day. The one pointless day in whi
Dumbass Guide 101 [Drunk!Creepypasta x Reader]You sighed, grumbling as you walked through the woods to your home. You had lived with six others, including a dog, for several years now. You didn’t really know how you met them or why you chose to stay with them, it sort of just happened. You unlocked the door, only to dodge a vase that was thrown at the wall. You narrowed your eyes, turning around and looking at the shattered glass.
“I’m NOT cleaning that- Jeff what the hell?!” You growled as Jeff leaned on you, a bottle of liquor in his hands. You sighed, pushing the serial killer out of your way.
“Hey [First Name].” You heard BEN hiccup. You groaned, knowing that all of them must’ve been drinking. Hoodie was probably the worst when it came to drinking, for some odd reason.
“D-Did you know that you’re so…so pretty that you could knock a buzzard of a shit pile!” BEN snickered, and laughs were heard around the room. You didn’t know whether to hit the elf,
Suggestive Truth or Dare [Creepypasta x Reader] P2“So, [First Name], Truth or Dare?” You stared at the smirk on BEN’s face, switching between how it seemed that he wet his pants from the melted ice and red irises that seemed to be flickering.
That would probably be better than dare, since he might do something else worse than be perverted. You know, more than he already has.
“Is it true that…that when you said that three girls were breaking the rules by not wearing panties, they followed you home and ripped through your clothes, grabbing your own underwear and running off leaving you naked to walk the rest of the way home?” BEN’s smirk intensified as Jeff snickered.
That little Oompa Loompa had hacked into your phone and read your texts.
You glared at the floating elf, who glared back. You let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“It is true, and BEN I hate you so much.” You looked towards Jeff, who was now clutching his stomach while his carved s
Creepypasta x Reader - The Killer's Penis GameYou sighed, pressing your face against the cold desk. You were currently at some kind of ‘Killer’ school that Slenderman suggested. So here you were, getting taught by some stranger with a blood-stained nurse’s dress and a very noticeable black lipstick.
“Penis.” You looked over your shoulder, looking at the whispering elf. You were fortunate to have the whole class with your friends; Jeff, BEN, Eyeless Jack, Masky, and Hoodie. Snorting, you turned back around, watching the woman draw knives and techniques on a chalkboard.
“Penis.” You heard Jeff’s voice, slightly louder than how BEN said it. You heard small laugh from another guy in the last row. You smiled, looking at Jeff from the corner of your eye.
“Penis.” Then Masky.
“Penis.” It was quite loud when Hoodie said it, abnormal to his quiet self.
“Penis.” That was Jack.
“Penis.” Several laughs were heard as the tutor paused, looking back a
Bump N' Grind Nights [Masky x Reader x Hoodie]“Ugh, stupid reading project. Why can’t you just write yourself?” You glared down at the sheet of paper. You had a six page writing assignment due next week, and you had no ideas whatsoever. You let out a quiet rainbow of curses, the colorful words directed at the blank paper. Letting out another groan, you got up out of your chair.
“Maybe if I just sleep I’ll get ideas. Maybe four is the lucky number.” You lay down on your bed, closing your eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
But my body, my body’s telling me yes.
You woke up to the sound of music, your eye twitching at how loud it is. You were probably going to be blamed, since you normally had your music on at a very high level. You quickly got out of bed, putting your hair in a sloppy ponytail.
Baby, I don’t want to hurt nobody, but there’s something I must confess, to you.
A Fan's Nightmare [Jeff the Killer x Reader]Jeff hissed, jumping over a large alleyway fence as he could hear the large barks of hounds. The policemen shouted orders at each other along with the dogs as the glow of flashlights appeared, and Jeff finally turned away and ran into a forest. It was getting to that point where Jeff not only killed people for enjoyment, but got extremely mad and made their deaths long and painful when he couldn’t find eye drops in their home. Eye drops seemed needed as much as oxygen to him right now. If he didn’t put at least three drops in his eyes in twenty minutes, his eyes would burn like hell. They would also look quite a bit more bloodshot, and that wasn’t quite…beautiful. He looked around through slight blurriness, spotting a small house in particular. The sounds of the cops and their dogs died down, signaling they had moved opposite of where he was running to right now. He silently searched around the house, trying to find an unlocked window. Jeff finally found
Toby X reader part 3You allow Stabby to lift you up by pushing one hand behind you back, she placed a cold clear glass of water to you lips. As you head lifted back the cold liquid filled your mouth soothing your crisp, dry throat. Cool ice pressed against your rough damaged lips as the cubes slid up along with the water. Stabby sighed and pulled the empty glass from your mouth and reset in on the table top of the ebony night-stand.
“Whoa, whoa don’t forget to breath there buddy.” She teased. You respond by rolling your eyes and leaning against the wall. A few hours had passed and you and the dismembered woman, she’d been smoking like a mad man none stop burning through a whole pack. No wonder she had the gruff raspy voice. She laughed proudly at her own remark.
You stare blankly at the wall, and for once nothing was on your mind, not the weird girl beside you, or your burnt friend, not a thing in the world mattered at that moment. Your eyes stayed locked on the wall an
Creepypasta x reader : spin the bottle : BENThe bottle lands on BEN. F*ck yeah! You thought. You got up, walked over to BEN and kissed him. He gave you his cute, inosant, stare, fully blushing. He looked so cute, your heart exploded twice. Then you had a devious thought. You picked him up and ran like a cheetah into his room." What are you doing?" Asked BEN. "RAPE!!!!!!!" You yelled jumping on top of BEN and kissing him.
~~ time skip~~
" ahh...Lower..." moaned BEN. You started rubbing his sides, sucking more softly. More moans came from BEN. You took off your clothes and climbed on top of BEN. You started bucking your hips back and forth,hard. " Harder..." He moaned. You did it so hard it broke the bed frame. " AH SHIT!" You yelled . You put your clothes back on and so did BEN. " You OK?" You asked. BEN was drooling " yeah...love you (name)." Said BEN before passing out. This would be one night you would never forget.
Russia X Reader Brutal Crime 1
Russia X Reader Brutal Crime
The flashing red and blue as well as the blaring sirens is enough to draw in anyone. A group of police cars and an ambulance are gathered around an alley.
“It’s the same M.O. as all the others” says a man with short black hair and olive green eyes
“But there is something different isn’t there” asks a n older man with greying short black hair and brown eyes
“The victim was brutally murdered, the heart removed post modem, it smells of vodka even though there isn’t any in the victim’s stomach the only difference is the sunflower” says the first man named Aaron Hotchner
“Sunflower?” the other named David Rossi asks
“Yes the killer usually leaves a sunflower lying on the body but the last few victims didn’t have the sunflower”
“Do you think he is trying to throw us off?”
“Possibly, we will have to examine the other bodies for evidence of tampering”
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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