[COMPLETED] "There's something I just have to do. Remember that incident with BEN?" I frowned and slowly nodded my head. "Well, I need to make sure something like that never happens. I need to make sure that everyone knows that you're mine." He smirked and took a knife that was on a night table next to the bed. "How about we leave a mark on you?" _______________________________________ DISCLAIMER: this story contains vulgar language, gore, abuse, murder, sexual content. My first fanfic. Hope you enjoy ^^ (The cover pic is mine btw) (Y/n) - your name (E/c) - eye color (S/c) - skin color Highest rankings: #1 in JeffTheKiller #1 in Horror And I don't quite remember any more, wasn't paying attention :DD

Your friend recently turned 21 and snuck you into a bar, you only having turned 18 about a month ago, so you didn't drink. A man there watches you from a far and as you tried to leave-

Sexual Offenderman is after your ass. (WARNING: I wrote this when I was 13 years old, it didn't age well and has very cringy dialogue....it's so bad XD)

You saved me, so now I will protect you, my dear human, Those words were kept a promise by the entity you saved, And now you will stay by his side for the rest of your days.

So, me being a freaky weirdo(as usual), I was reading Creepypasta lemons and not a lot of them were that great so I decided to try to write some myself, if you guys have any tips or requests, just let me know! I basically know every pasta out there and if I don't, I will ask you in the comments to message me their story. I cannot reply to messages due to the fact that I can't access the email account that I used for Wattpad so I can't verify this Wattpad account unfortunately, but other than that, ENJOY MY FELLOW FREAKY CREEPYPASTA FANS!! Looking for those fucking cover pictures was torture btw, I looked up sexy Creepypasta boys and clicked on images....I was biting my lip and practically panting the entire time.

The one thing every living creature has in common is fear. Fear keeps us alive, drives us forward, and makes us still. Jeff the Killer thought he knew everything about fear. He was an artisan, and fear was his craft. Until the day he met the girl who didn't feel fear at all. COVER ART BY KAWACY ON DEVIANTART

Y/N is a reclusive writer who's hit a bit of a block in her writing. But when a storm rolls into her small town and she ends up finding a little pasta her life turns around. Now on a mission to find the rest of the pastas before anything can happen to them and before anyone ends up hurt. (This is my first xreader story so I hope you like it. I got the idea from other books that sadly stopped updating and I liked the idea so I thought to try it myself)