Proxy Creepypasta Novels & Stories

My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

And that night in the apartment. "Alright, so BoyXGirl... Register..." She typed on her laptop in bed. "Ha! That's easy! Complete your profile... Seems simple, I'll copy this one from Cosmopolitan magazine... and add... 'Do you want to stroll through the mansion?' What does strolling through the mansion mean? Well, let's say yes... Oh, it looks like a hallway with several doors! Let's look at the first one..." Her brown eyes widened when pictures of several half-naked men appeared: "Mine is 22 centimeters, so you won't regret putting it in your mouth... I'm Adonis, and I'm affectionate, I have it wet and ready just for you... My name is Alan, and I love to savor it..."

I flipped it open and carried it onto the bed disregarding my stomachs protests …my digestive system apparently got bored and wanted to join in. A defiant act against the pervasive secrecy of the mansion the glowing screen felt like a portal. After taking a deep breath I typed my first prohibited search term into the search bar: The Crimson Order. I then cracked my knuckles like a seasoned hacker or a frustrated novelist. A dizzying array of results appeared instantly from the internet a glorious chaotic beast. The majority were pixelated fuzzy images speculative theories and forum discussions. The crackpot conspiracy websites were tempting but I needed facts not fan fiction about extraterre

“But you should fix that vulnerability in your proxy loop. It’s screaming backdoor.” She blinked. “You know how to code?” “I dabble,” he said, smirking. “Mostly in stuff that gets you arrested.” Something flickered across her face, she was half surprised, half amused. “What kind of stuff?” He pulled up a chair like he owned the room. “Let’s just say, before I was once known as Connor-the-ghost. You ever crashed a politician’s fake charity site at sixteen just because he got down with your celebrity crush?” he smirked.

Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming. “I’m cumming..!” She cried out, and the brothers made the mistake of sucking her juice as it poured from her pussy. Just like how Lexi had swallowed Light’s cum. In the blink of an eye, their grotesque bodies erupted into dark smoke. Before Red could grasp what was happening, they vanished into thin air just like their woman. After they disappeared, Red blinked in disbelief, she hadn't thought her pussy juices held some supernatural powers. Adrenaline coursing through her, she rushed out of the master room, screaming Gem’s name, but the only response was the eerie silence that enveloped the mansion.

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

Male Lead POV – Bonus Chapter I genuinely don't get it. How could anyone think typing "surprise human" in a comment section would magically make a sweet, loving wife appear at your door? Obviously, an online scam targeting desperate incubi. One lonely night, after reading a piece of fiction titled "I, the Cold and Aloof Incubus, Adopted a Straightforward Sweet Human Girl", I logged into a burner account and quietly left a comment. [Surprise human] [I said, surprise human!]

What if I just hadn’t found the right way to let go? I found the group by accident. Or maybe not. My fingers moved before my brain could stop them. ‘Looking for a Dom to guide me. First time, nervous but curious. Be gentle?’ I hit send, plugged in my phone, and passed out on the couch like nothing had happened. The next morning my phone was exploding with notifications like fireworks. I’d muted them ages ago; my account had been a ghost town. Now it was alive. I scrolled through the responses in a daze. Dick pics. Creepy demands. Stuff that made my skin crawl and my stomach turn.