//CONTAINS CURSING AND SEXUAL CONTENT// Hope you like (Wasted a lot of time on this)

Im a nobody in my old town, in fact people hated me because they hated the way I joked about what lunatics do. Well sorry I turn the bad into funny. My only friend was Becky and she moved to New York with her boyfriend. So since I was a hated by everyone in town I moved to an unmarked town. Population 83, well 84 now, 85 if you count my dog. How my life changed that day. I'm not hated anymore I'm feared by the people and I love it.

What happens when an insane toymaker finds a sweet but strong female, and falls in love with her? I own the story I don't own jason Jason owns you :3 I'm going to write a new werewolf story will u guys read it? Please with a blood cherry on top will you comment your answers so I know wether to write it or not

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.

Ever since you were a little girl you had adored dolls. Although as the years went by you had slowly lost interest in the little things as you were nearing the age of a young adult. On a particular day, there was a new doll placed near the collection of the objects, but it looked so brand new like it was just made from an expensive factory. A few days later you soon lost interest in the little object just like the others. However, recently every time you had lost interest in one doll, a new one appeared in your room. You just presumed your parents bought you new ones because you didn't tell them your losing interest in the little things, but after a while, you started to think there was a camera. After you searched every nook and cranny of your room, you concluded there was no camera. You started to feel paranoid every time a new doll was put into your room. Your mind didn't like this one bit, the days passed by and your collection grew slowly bigger. The paranoia will only grow from here...... Cover art by Lovet.

Y/n was a good girl until her mom died. She had died in a car crash. Her dad had always blamed her for her moms death. The abused started. But Y/n started to have different dreams. She went to a toy shop when she was younger and got a toy from a toymaker. She had said she would take good care of the doll. She did just that she had took care of it. But what happens when her bullies find her in the woods walking home all alone with her stuffed animal. They go to her and rip the stuffed animal. They thought no one was watching but they were wrong. When they had ripped the doll. The toyMaker had appeared and saw the doll on the ground and Y/n being kicked. What will he do?

Let's see... Where to begin the story. Ah! Let's start from here shall we?. Loneliness. That was all that I felt. Father cheating, mother acts as if it's normal. I was a werid child since young, kept telling people my ' friends' had so-called- tentacles. To fill the void in me, I become a killer named the mad hatter. Cause truly, I was mad. Edit : I just realized that the numbers I label my chapters are wrong ... WELL LOOKS LIKE I'M GONNA HAVE TO EDIT THIS NOW 😃

jason the toymaker x reader well....not really a smut just a romance creepypasta...but there will be 18+ smut in this XDDD

Don't see many of these so I will make this. BTW this is an X reader. ENJOY!!!!!!