Violent Lovers Sequel : Chapter elevenJeff panted, stripping off his clothes and nearly fell into the tub of cold water. It was hot, too hot. The water splashed, landing on his face and eyes. Hissing as the water made contact with his pupils, he reached for the small hand towel and wiped his face.
It had been a week. A week since he left her on the other side of that damned door. Why did he do it again? Oh yeah.. to protect her. He gave a frustrated sigh just as Jane walked into the bathroom.
"What's up?" She asked, adjusting her tanktop so that her slightly protruding belly wouldn't show. He eyed it. Didn't she realize it wasn't growing? That she was carrying around a dead carcass?
"Nothing." He replied blankly, reaching out for the soap and began to scrub the dried blood off his arms, neck and ankles. Jane snorted.
"Okay then. I'll take the dirty clothes." She took the damp sweater and dirty jeans and left.
Once he was done, he dried himself off and head for his bedroom. Jeff pulled on some clothe
Violent Lovers Sequel : Chapter thirteenThe silken sheets on the bed wrapped themselves around her ankles, and up toward her thighs and hips. Beside her was the body of a killer, a madman, who had somehow (don't ask me how or when) become sane just by being in her very presence. He stared at her figure groggily, tangling his fingers in her black locks.
Behind him, the door creaked open. A lanky figure dressed in a suit peeked behind the doors. "Jeff.." He whispered.
Jeff looked over his shoulder, running his hand through his hair to try and wake himself up. "Yeah?" He whispered hoarsely in response. "What is it?"
Slender looked around. "It's Scarlet. She's having trouble with the girls at the moment, and I'm wondering if you would like to return with me or stay."
The killer sighed, burying his head in the soft pillows. "Stayin' .. I'm tired."
"What about Jane?"
"Leave her be." He replied, "Her yapping about the corpse she's carrying around is annoying. Do I look I fucking car
My Plushy Killer (CreepypastaXReader)Prologue((Edit: Your now a part wolf reader xD))
(Your name) walked down the street, the hood of her (fav color) jacket pulled up over her head and ears as she quickened her steps.
She was almost home, in fact her house was just around the corner, when she noticed a small box laying open on the side of the sidewalk. She paused, wondering if she should look inside or continue walking. After a moment of pondering, she took a cautious step towards it, then another, until she was standing beside the container. She sniffed, letting the faint scent of cotton and fabric hit her nose, and the fluffy tail swayed slightly. Slowly she reached down and pushed it open.
A faint gasp escaped her lips. Laying at the bottom of the box was a small plushy version of...
Violent Lovers Sequel : Chapter twelveSally sat in the ball room, sipping tea from a small cup gingerly. Seeder had been standing by her side, until she ordered him to sit.
"When are they coming?" She asked for the tenth time. Seeder had counted. His eyebrow twitched, answering once again.
"They are coming at 9:00PM , as requested. It is still only eight thirty. Please have some patience, Mistress." He answered. Sally sighed, gently placing her tea on the cup and slumped in her chair. She groaned.
"What is the funnest thing to do here?" She asked him, twirling a black lock of her hair. Her eyes reflected her boredom on him, and he had to admit he was bored, too. Standing, he looked around the room.
"We can dance." He offered. She shook her head.
"No, Seeder, something fun. Has Satan even had children around here before?" She asked, annoyed at the lack of amusement.
Seeder sighed, "No, Mistress. He hasn't had a child run along these at all. He's not used to children. Teenagers, nonetheless."
"It's eighty t
You're mine now part 3You're mine now
Chapter three. yes master
After jeff left and you started to come out of your fangirl haze something dawned on you; you're covered in blood, smelled like death and it was about 7:30 at Jeff didn't kill you your mom would; speaking of your mother where was she? Then you remembered, she had went to help one of her friends move into a nearby city and was staying over for the , the whole house all to yourself for two days "before i get too comfortable I should probably clean myself up" you thought to yourself so you through your blood-soaked clothes to the ground and take a your shower, you go back to your bedroom, put on some clean pj's and start some you start to dance around like an idiot to your music of choice something catches your eye; your blood-soaked clothes "shit, I need to clean those before the blood stains" you whisper to yourself'; as you pick up your cloths you notice a certain smell not one of blood or death, it smelled like Jeff.
Nuzzling the fabric rememb
Murderous Music (Jeff the Killer love story) Part1 I opened a third bar of chocolate and nibbled on it. I had terrible cramps, soreness in all my limbs, a craving for anything sweet, and severe emotional problems. Yeah, you guessed it, it was that time of the month. I greedily ate the delicious sugar, and savored every taste that hit my tongue. Though it was some cheap, gross, Hershey’s ripoff brand, I loved it. But that’s only because it was chocolate and I was on my period.
After finishing the last of the chocolate, I went to the bathroom. Not to pee, to vomit. I was bulimic.
I didn’t even have to gag myself anymore. My body knew that as soon as I bent over the toilet, vomit was sure to follow. After vomiting quietly so not to alert my parents, I went to the mirror to inspect myself.
I’d accidentally got a little vomit on my shoulder length, blonde hair. My emerald eyes had teared up a bit and my perfect hourglass figure could be seen through my vomit cov
Reality (BEN Drowned x Reader) - Part 1(y/n)... You were just a normal girl always surfing through the internet really, you loved the internet; also electronics. Video games, and other things that has anything to do with electronics are always your things to care with.
Reading Fan fictions of Creeypastas and Readers Inserts, also writing and drawing were your favorite things to do. Really you loved reading the Creepypasta x Readers the most. They were entertaining for you, but being a Creepypasta fan you are, you only believe of what they would logically do.
You liked the story of BEN Drowned; in the Readers Inserts you've read you would always see that they make BEN love video games, and turn all flirty with the Reader.
Really you just found it out of character, sure some of them were finding BEN scary, but then cute and all. But in your mind, you just kept thinking, “Aren't they making him just a bit too out of character?”. What if that wasn't how BEN really acted?
And when you search of the fanarts. They made