Sexual Offenderman x Reader Part One

    I walked down the long, dark driveway towards my home, located in a small neighborhood surrounded by ominous trees. I lived with my adopted parents, Phil and Jenny, and though they were my “parents”, I wasn’t really attached to them in any way. Reaching the front door, I took out my keys and unlocked it, revealing bright lights and a cheery room. “Phil, Jenny, I’m home!” I yelled, and ran up the stairs to take a shower.

    Stepping out of the steamy bathroom and into my room, I closed the blinds to my huge windows, and dropped the towel that I clutched around my curvalisious body. Going to my walk-in closet, I selected a pair of baggy, gray, CWU sweats, and a black hoodie. Walking to a drawer, I pulled out a large cupped bra, to accommodate my very big boobs, and matching black underwear. Pulling on my clothes, I stepped back out into my room. It was a normal, sixteen year old room, with gray colored walls, and a black carpeted floor. All over the walls, I had scribbled and drawn random objects in sharpie, and pictures of beautiful sceneries, animals, and me hung. A large bed with sea foam green sheets was pressed against the right wall, while next to the window was a giant bookshelf, completely filled with works of literature, and a desk in front of the window with a small black lamp and a couple drawers. In addition to the lamp, I kept a few candles, and a vase of flowers, which made my room smell nice. Reopening my blinds, I plopped down into the chair at my desk, and took out another key, using it to open a very large drawer of top-secret objects.

    Reaching in, I pulled out a small dagger, and unsheathed it from its leather casings. Twirling it expertly in my fingers, I stared with a bored expression out the window. The dagger wasn’t the only thing I kept in the drawer; I also had two guns with extra bullet casings, twin swords that I could strap to my back, three other knives, and a double-sided blade. I was a black belt in martial arts, and top of the class in all of my advanced weapon trainings. I could even beat the sensei in a full out battle. I took all of these precautions because my town was plagued with murderers and thieves. Just last week, a family in the next neighborhood over was brutally slaughter, their heads chopped off, and limbs dismembered. I had to protect my self from anything. After about half an hour of goofing around with my blades, and checking up on the condition of my other instruments of doom, I began to get bored, and closed the drawer, keeping my knife out. Opening my computer, I was puzzled to see that the screen was blank with static. Groaning, I turned off my computer and closed the lid, dragging myself to the bed. Flopping onto the mattress, I sheathed my knife, stuffing it under my pillow, and closed my eyes in exhaustion.

    Beep, beep. My computer went off, at six in the morning, and I hissed, sitting up. “I thought I turned you off!” I whined, and opened my eyes. Walking over to the computer, my eyes widened as I realized it was open, and to a webpage. Curious, I took a closer look, and suddenly, a picture popped up. I quickly averted my eyes, a large blush forming on my cheeks. It was a picture, of a tall, pale man, with a long trench coat and a fedora perched on his hairless head. The trench coat was unbuttoned all the way down till just below his…privates... revealing pale, ripped stomach muscles. The strange thing was, he didn’t have a face. 

    His nostrils, eyes, and ears were gone, and his mouth was filled with sharp looking teeth. Despite all of that, he was, well, really hot. Smelling something, I glanced over to my flower vase, to realize, that all of the flowers were gone, and that one rose was left in their place. Its color was indescribable, shimmering like the rainbow. Its iridescent glow mesmerized me, and a smile crept up my face. I closed the website, and gasped. My wallpaper had been changed to that picture, and I couldn’t undo it! Groaning, I banged my head against the desk, and closed my laptop, wandering towards my closet. Choosing my outfit, I tugged out a pair of Lulu Lemon yoga pants, and a gray, low-cut, v-neck hoodie. Finally, I snatched my grey Vans out from my shoe selection. Walking back to my room, my arms full with clothing, I started undressing, pulling off my sweats and zip up. Suddenly, I heard a whistle from the window…

Tell me if I should continue on this endeavor! This is my first creepypasta by the way, so I hope you enjoy!