Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

Cuddles

Jeff the Killer:

Surprisingly, Jeff loved cuddling. He was definitely the rough "I don't give a shit" type of person, so you were a little shocked at how often he asked (demanded) to cuddle. Whether you were sitting on the couch reading a book or busy on the computer, if he wanted to cuddle you would. When you first realized just how much he loved this, you had pressed against him for warmth after he wrapped his arms around you, almost expecting him not to react. But instead Jeff sighed happily and squeezed you tight, digging his face into your neck.

Ben Drowned:

Ben was always asking for cuddles. You already knew he got jealous easily but you quickly learned he was rather clingy as well. Not that you necessarily minded, you loved nothing more then to sit in his lap and watch as he played a game. Which is what you were doing right now. The only thing you could think of to complain about at the moment was the fact that Ben was always cold, he didn't warm you up as you hoped. But that was alright, not only did you have plenty of blankets but your heart was happy enough just being by him.

Eyeless Jack:

Some may say that Jack is cold and distant, but you disagreed. Sure, he wasn't the touchy type, in fact he usually preferred to not be touched at all. And yea, he was very independent and rather quiet, but he was nowhere near a cold person. Okay, maybe he could be a little distant sometimes, you admit. But that didn't mean he cared about you any less! He simply liked his alone time and space. So when he warmly accepted you as you carefully pressed against him on the couch, you were a little surprised, but very happy.

Pressed against him soon turned into full on hugging and cuddling together. You held him close and ran your hand through his hair. Jack soon began to make a quiet noise, and it sounded so much like purring that you had to fight to keep in your laughter.

Masky:

Resisting the urge to laugh, you reached forward and gently brushed Tim's hair back. He had fallen asleep on you while cuddling on the couch. Or at least, you assumed he was asleep considering he was still wearing his mask and not responding to you. Speaking of his mask, you really wanted to take it off . . . but you shouldn't. But you really wanted to . . . As if your mischievous thoughts had disturbed his sleep, Tim awoke with a grumble, his hand tiredly touching his mask to make sure it was still there. You quickly looked back at the screen to seem innocent, which made him chuckle after a moment.

Hoodie:

"Brian . . ." You said quietly. He turned to you silently, waiting for you to speak. But you couldn't. Once again, you found yourself wanting something but incapable of asking for it. You looked down and bit your lip. Brian turned back to the television, and you hesitated before pressing close against him, your want for his attention outweighing your embarrassment in the moment. He wrapped an arm around you, and you smiled, appreciating his warmth.

When you opened your eyes, it took a couple minutes of waking up for you realize where you were. You were very warm and comfy, but everything around you was sideways . . . after glancing around, you blushed when you realized you were laying down and had your head rested on Brian's lap. But you were too tired to be sheepish for very long, so you closed your eyes and fell back asleep.

Homicidal Liu/Sully:

Cuddling with Liu was . . . different. Well, anything with Liu was rather different, but still. This was because Liu and Sully were pretty much opposites, even when it came to cuddling. Liu really liked it, while Sully . . . didn't dislike it, but it just wasn't his favorite. So when you and Liu would lay close together, every now and again he would pull back a little or loosen his grip for a little bit because of Sully.

The Bloody Painter:

"Heleeeeeeen . . ." You whined, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Come cuddle with meeee . . ." He sighed and didn't respond, continuing to paint as if you hadn't said anything. You knew he was trying to concentrate but he had been painting for over an hour, you didn't see why he couldn't take a break to rest with you. "Please?" You pleaded quietly in his ear, and he finally put down his brush with another sigh.

"Alright, but not for very long." These words didn't last considering Helen pulled you back down to lay with him when you got up to get a drink. You grinned and pressed close against him, closing your eyes.