Creepypasta x Reader

Bloody Painter x Reader

"I'm ready for you darling," a deep almost musical voice called from the other room.

"Are you sure this is OK?" you asked from behind the closed door of the storage room connected to the art department at your school. "What if we get caught?"

"No worries," the voice reassured. "No one ever comes down this way. I promise it's perfectly fine."

"You owe me big time for this you know that right?" you said as you slowly made your way out of the storage room with a white terry cloth robe tightly tied around your waist a slight pink blush on your cheeks. "OK where do you want me?"

"Right over here," a tall dark haired boy--the same age as you--wearing a blue trench coat said as he gestured to an ornate looking couch. "Just get in whatever position you feel most comfortable in (y/n)."

You made your way over to the couch which was positioned in the middle of the studio area in front of a large canvass. Before you could get into position the boy poked his head from behind the canvass revealing his caring and kind face. "You know," he said while trying to avoid eye contact, "you're going to have to take that off." Of course you knew that but you wanted to delay it as long as possible which apparently wasn't long enough.

You made sure your back was to him as you unfastened the robe and had it cascade down your body to create a small pool of terry cloth fabric at your feet. The whole time you could feel his eyes on your body, admiring every bare inch. Without facing him you asked, "Where would you like me to go from here?" your voice tentative and nervous.

"Just in any comfortable position you'd like on the couch. It's up to you," was all he said as he continued to prepare behind the concealment of the canvas.

"Okay then," you whispered silently to yourself as you laid your back down onto the soft plush surface. "Is this okay?" you asked once you were situated. The boy peeked around the canvas a crimson blush deepening on his face. He gulped loudly before he said, "Yeah... that's perfect."

Soon after that he began painting. A question was stirring in your mind once he started that you were dying to ask it. "So...what made you pick me to be your model Helen?" a slight nervous quiver in your voice.

"I've thought you were quite beautiful for a while. I was just so nervous to ask you out so I thought that if I asked you to be my model it be sort of like a date," you could hear the same nervousness in his voice that was in yours just moments before.

"You think I'm beautiful?" you asked flattered by Helen's statement.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I have since I first saw you." You two fell silent afraid to say anything that would ruin the sense peace that now filled the room. When it became too much you finally broke it.

"You know I've admired your pieces for a while that I'm excited that I'm going to finally be a part of one," you said as you stared blankly at the back of the canvass.

"You've admired my work?" Helen said practically hear the smile on his face.

"Yeah it's so beautiful hard not to fall in love with it and the painter,"you said absent mindedly.

"Love?"Helen hesitated. Panic settled into your body when you realized that you had given away that you were in love with him. You heard something behind the canvass and the next thing you know Helen is looming over your naked body gazing into your (e/c) eyes. "You love me?" he asked the blush now a deep dark crimson.

"Y-yeah," you said avoiding eye contact, " I have since I saw you put a brush to the canvass." At that Helen leaned down and kissed you on your pink soft lips.