Creepypasta x Reader ONESHOTS!!

Eyeless Jack x Reader NSFW

||this story is a lemon / NSFW.||
||requested by CatTheDemonHalo||

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You hear a loud yell from the other room as Ben Drowned's voice echoes through the hallway, "Hey, you ready yet?" he calls out impatiently. You glance at the clock on your nightstand and realize that you only have a few minutes left before you need to leave for the event.

With a sense of urgency, you quickly finish adjusting the shoulder straps of your black dress, ensuring that it fits perfectly around your frame. You smooth out any wrinkles and take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, feeling confident and ready for the evening ahead.

As you make your way to the living room, you catch a glimpse of Ben, who is standing by the door, tapping his foot impatiently. He looks sharp in his tailored suit, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride to be seen with him.

Ben has been one of your closest friends since you became a creepypasta. You still remember the first time you met him - it was at a gathering of fellow creepypastas, and you were instantly drawn to his mischievous grin and wicked sense of humor. It wasn't long before you discovered that his sense of humor went hand in hand with yours, and the two of you hit it off almost immediately.

Since then, you've gone on countless missions together, taking on everything from rogue creepypastas to dark supernatural forces. Through it all, Ben has been your confidante, your partner in crime, and your rock. You've shared secrets, inside jokes, and even some of your deepest fears with him, and he's never once judged you or let you down.

Your heart raced with anticipation as you prepared for the party that Ben had invited you to. He had mentioned that there would be others there that you didn't know, and the thought of mingling with unfamiliar faces made you incredibly nervous. In fact, you wouldn't have even considered going if it weren't for Ben's connections to these mystery people.

It wasn't far from the cabin you shared with Ben, so the two of you decided to walk to the party. As you made your way down the dirt road, you couldn't help but feel nervous about the unknown people that would be there.

"Are they scary?" you asked Ben, trying to hide the quiver in your voice. "Like, are they intimidating?"

Ben turned his head with a thoughtful expression before replying, "Maybe for a tiny bug like you," and let out a mischievous giggle. You playfully slapped his shoulder, "Hey! What if I get drunk and find the love of my dreams?" You argued, trying to lighten the mood.

Ben chuckled, "Well, then I guess I'll have to be your wingman and help you seal the deal."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile at Ben's carefree attitude. Despite your nerves, his presence made you feel more at ease. As you walked, you chatted and joked, trying to distract yourself from the impending social situation.

You and Ben had been walking for what felt like hours, and finally, you arrived at the party. As soon as you stepped inside, you were hit with a wave of anxiety that made your stomach churn. The room was packed with people, and you didn't know a single soul. You couldn't help but feel like a lost puppy in a sea of strangers.

You stuck close to Ben, grateful for his presence and the comfort he provided. His easy smile and casual demeanor helped to ease your nerves, and you felt a glimmer of hope that maybe this wouldn't be as bad as you feared.

As you looked around, you noticed that the room was decorated in a way that seemed both eerie and enchanting. There were candles flickering on every surface, casting a warm, golden glow that made the space feel almost magical. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and bizarre artwork, and there was a faint scent of incense in the air.