#Jeff the killer smut

[lordprettyflackotara]

Till Dawn || Eyeless Jack

Smut, 18+, minors dni. Tw: size kink, overall rough ass sex, unrealistic demon sex, stalking, a sprinkle of cnc, safe word IS in place, obsession, blood, blah blah. all the things. i had to lock tf in to finish this, it’s been sitting unfinished foreverrr. here you go my lovely’s <3

part two is here

You were a fascinating creature.

EJ thought so, anyways.

Many years had passed since he had been human, his interest in mortals having previously faded. That engrossment only slipping away further after he had moved into Slenderman’s mansion.

Typically, besides killing for food, (and maybe fun), he never strayed from home.

When Jack wasn’t home, he was never staying. Always passing through.

That was, until he saw you.

Your scent was divine, the demon lurking inside the depths of EJ clinging onto the idea of a tasty snack.

Once Jack had found you, he began studying you from a far.

You weren’t hard to find, the annoyed curses leaving your lips giving away your location easily. You were awkwardly stumbling over your arms full of groceries, struggling to unlock the front door to your tiny home.

Typically EJ wouldn’t have noticed your behavior at all, his animalistic instincts shouting at him to break into the window upstairs. To slide in, waiting for you to get settled. To creep behind you and slit your throat. He could hear your heartbeat, the steady pulse sending adrenaline through his veins. His mouth was beginning to salivate under his mask, his interest now peaked as he observed your life.

You liked your coffee mostly black, with a single sugar cube. You were a night owl, giving Jack plenty to watch as he hid in the shadows of darkness. It occurred to EJ as he watched you join another round of an online game, your thick headset covering your ears, that he hadn’t really thought about what humans did in a long time.

Over the years he had sort of lost the man he once was, forcing himself to view mortals as meals, nothing more. After all, one sensitive vital organ and they’d be dead. Humans were so fragile. They aged so much quicker than he did. Why would he ever get attached?

The thought of a potential attachment hadn’t occurred to him, ever. EJ was content with passing through. He was content with his minimum social interacts with his fellow creeps back at the mansion.

But your scent.

Eyeless Jack grew more and more puzzled the longer he studied you. Why did you smell so fucking good? He had never cared for blood before, wounds not visible on your body anyways. Your pulse was normal, but he heard pulses around him all the time. Including two sets he lived with. Unless he was hunting, EJ had grown accustomed to tuning them out.

What was it about you?

It wasn’t until one night he was perched up in an oak tree, watching you prepare for bed. EJ had never considered himself to be a peeping tom. The female body held no interest to him other than the organs it contained. That was of course, until he saw you changing. You had tugged your shirt over your head, your bare breast bouncing as you pulled down your pants. Your panties were lacey, a material EJ hadn’t touched in ages. For the first time in years, Jack could feel his boner brushing against the fabric of his boxers.

You were so innocent, so unaware of his presence. EJ felt heat rush to his cheeks, awkwardly looking around to make sure no one else was looking at you like he was. You were so careless, leaving your curtains open like this. He was sure you figured since you were on the second story no one could see you. Jack liked that idea, him being the only one that could see you like this.

This made him only pay more attention. His attention now was not only on you, but the people you associated with. EJ liked that you mostly had friends and regular coworkers. He had no competition, no problem to deal with. His mind overworked itself trying to come up with realistic scenarios where he could meet you. Where he could feel the heat of your body, his cock buried in your cunt.

Despite Jacks obsession, he knew that the situation wasn’t ideal. His being over 6’5 and having dark gray skin the very least of his appearance issues.

The longer he watched your life, he noticed you were lonely. It didn’t matter how many friends you hung out with, he saw the look on your face deep in the night. The photos in your room of everyone you loved, every single photograph missing yourself. The filthy books you spent your time reading, the romance movies you watched. You needed a lover. Someone to tend to your needs, every dark desire.

He was over the moon when the opportunity presented itself.

Ben had given him a heads up, letting him know a ‘gnarly storm’ was heading the way EJ had recently been camping out at.

Standing in the rain wasn’t ideal for EJ. He didn’t particularly like being wet, the rain beginning to pour down. The thunder clapping and lightning striking was comforting for him, the wetness of the situation, not so much.

It was a usual night for you, your teddy bear wrapped desperately in your arms as you attempted to fall asleep. EJ watched you turn over restlessly, the storm clearly delaying your regular sleeping cycle. His gaze wondered over to the bright pink vibrator charging on your nightstand, his eyebrows raising.

When did he miss that?

It had to have been when he went to hunt earlier. Living off of deer was borderline revolting, his craving for human organs much more prominent. However he knew if he wanted to stay, eating one too many human organs created too much attention. A good chase from the cops taught him that lesson. Took him lots of stitches to heal, ones he had to do himself.

It occurred to Jack in that moment that if he was going to go through on his idea now was the time. He slowly walked down the thick branch of the oak tree, careful not to slip as he approached your window. He crouched down, raising his hand. He tapped on your window with his index finger, the unfamiliar feeling of fear filling him. Would you call the cops? What would you do? He watched you stir in your bed, as if you were internally debating if the noise was real.

EJ waited patiently for the thunder to subside, before tapping again. This time you sat up, your eyes landing on the window. EJ nervously realized this was the first time you were looking at him. He raised his large gray hand, waving at you. Your eyebrows furrowed, throwing the sheets off of you as you approached your window. EJ knew your window was broken, unable to be locked. He noted you pretending to unlock it, before shoving it upwards.

“Can I um, help you?” You asked. The rain droplets were splashing into your dry room due to the wind. EJ didn’t like that. He cleared his throat, trying to sound as non threatening as possible. He knew humans to be sensitive and after all of these years of not thinking twice about his voice, he was thinking about it now. “May I come in? It’s a bit wet out here,” EJ said as calmly as he possibly could. He watched you study him, your eyes fixated on his gray hands.

“I’m n-not so sure that’s a good idea. My brother’s home and I don’t think-” You stuttered, the lies spilling from your lips. Jack didn’t like this. You weren’t a liar. Without touching you, he slid into your room nimbly without a second thought. His drenched clothes were dripping water on the floor, his sights scanning the room up close for the first time.

“Hey! You can’t just barge in here!” You yelled. You stormed over to your nightstand, grabbing a baseball bat with ‘Vikings Middle School’ engraved on it. You rose the bat over your shoulder, swinging it with full intent to hit your intruder. Your eyes widened in fear as EJ caught the bat in mind air, his slender gray fingers wrapped around the metal. He tiled his head to the side, observing you.

First lies and now an attempt at assault. This is not off to a great start.

Jack immediately caught a whiff of your scent, the newly founded fear reeking off of you. And it was divine. EJ pushed the bat aside, taking a step closer to you. “Dont lie to me. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to offer you what you truly want in exchange for shelter from the storm,” EJ said. You were adorable, practically shaking in fear as he towered over you.

“I don’t want money if that’s what you’re offering. I’m not interested-” You began protesting. Jack noted your heart racing, his ears twitching at the delightful sound. He made you nervous. EJ’s dark chuckle cut off your sentence, causing you to stop talking. “Thats not what you truly want,” Jack purred. With another few steps towards you, he had backed you into a wall. With his arms on each side of your head, he slowly rose his knee. With an unseen smirk, he placed his knee between your legs.

A skimpy nightgown rode up your thighs, your face turning a light pink. “You’re lonely, I can fix that. I’ll only stay until dawn,” EJ said. Consciously he made an effort to be gentle as he rose his hand to touch your face. You were softer than he could’ve imagined, the softest silks having nothing on your skin. “I’m n-not-” You stuttered. Your heart was racing faster. It was music to EJ’s ears. “The vibrator sitting on your nightstand says otherwise,” Jack replied cockily.

His new found confidence was evident, your attention fully on him. Finally on him. EJ leaned forward, tilting up his royal blue mask as he leaned towards your ear. His voice was deep and soft, his breath hot as you trembled beneath him. “I promise i’ll make you feel really good,” EJ purred. His words were utter filth, your face flushing with heat. You could feel your core throbbing, your lust for a stranger so dirty but so thrilling.

“What’s your name?” You whispered. EJ was surprised by your question, causing him to lean back and slide his mask back into place. “I’m Jack, but you can call me EJ,” He replied. You toyed with the idea of asking him what EJ stood for, but decided against it. You stood up a little straighter, attempting to take more control of the situation. “Well EJ, if you’re going to fuck me, you better fuck me like you mean it. I want you gone at dawn. Understood?” You asked boldly.

A devious smile was curling up EJ’s lips, his mask blocking the view of his razor like teeth. “I knew you’d give into me, I can smell your arousal,” EJ replied. His gaze traveled down your body, soaking in your cleave that was revealed and your plush upper thighs. As if you could sense his devious thoughts, you pushed at his chest. “Hey i’m not kidding. Be gone at dawn or i’m calling the cops,” You threatened. Jack chuckled, before grabbing both of your thighs.

He picked you up with ease, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. “Gone by dawn. I got it. If you want me to stop say red. Say anything else and I won’t, got it?” EJ asked. He carried you over to your bed, plopping you onto your soft mattress. You audibly whimpered an agreement, staring up at the man in front of you.

“Oh and one other thing,” EJ began, shoving his hoodie over his head. You marveled as his bare chest, his dark gray skin defining his muscles. “Dont freak out,” Jack finished. You stared at him blankly, blinking before he slid off his mask. EJ wasn’t a fan of removing his mask for any reason, not even to his victims. The most he would do is show his razor blade teeth every once in a while. Matter of a fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he had removed his mask in front of anyone.

Jack had pondered about what to do about his appearance, the oozing black empty eye sockets something that couldnt be ignored. He figured revealing it immediately would get it out of the way, and based on the way you reacted, he’d know what to do. His obsession with you wasn’t just pure filth or attraction, you smelled absolutely delicious.

He would win in every scenario.

He would know how to make his choice based on your reaction. You were confused, watching as EJ leaned down over you. He pinned you to the bed, your body on fire with desperation. “Scared?” Jack purred, waiting to hear all of the insults he heard in his worst nightmares. You found yourself nervously chuckling, thunder rumbling outside. “Only of not cumming,” You replied in a cocky tone, causing EJ to smile. Surely the unsettling rows of animalistic teeth were going to set you off.

But they didn’t.

Your approval and calmness gave EJ confidence, his lips bringing themselves to yours. He was careful, restraining himself so he didn’t accidentally nip you with one of his teeth. He kept his tongues in his mouth, deciding that would be a surprise for later. He was rough and needy, his lips practically begging yours to respond faster. His hips pressed down lower on yours, his bulge visible and pressed against your clothed cunt.

You tasted like mint, the taste flooding his tastebuds with an intense craving. You bucked your hips upwards, whimpering in his mouth as he grinded against you. “Needy huh?” Jack taunted. He pulled down your night gown, exposing your bare breast to him. He leaned down, placing soft and gentle kisses onto your chest. “I know you aren’t talking,” You teased.

EJ growled into your skin as he lowered himself down your body, prying open your thighs. “Whys that?” He murmured, pressing his chapped lips against your plush inner thighs. You clamped your mouth shut, your hips involuntarily moving upwards towards his mouth. “Dont think I get any play huh? Thats funny, considering you’re practically begging me to touch you,” Jack snickered cruelly. He was relishing and thriving in your desperation, dragging your panties down with his razor sharp teeth.

They poked holes in your thin panties, the shredded clothing being dragged down your legs. EJ couldn’t take his eyes off of your bare cunt, your cheeks flushing a shade of red as the demon above you admired your dripping wet cunt. Jack had seen a cunt before, in his human life and accidentally in his demon one. But yours, yours was a sight for sore eyes.

With his index finger and middle finger Jack spread open your lips, admiring how wet you were for him. “I don’t have all night-” You began complaining, only for one of EJ’s tongues to lick a stripe up your cunt. Electricity shot through your body, causing you to let out a sinful moan. “You do have all night. I have you until dawn. And trust me, you’re going to remember this long after,” Jack said, returning his attention to your aching core.

To your surprise Jack had three tongues, each of them assaulting your cunt is different ways. Two had made their way inside of you, abusing your cunt by fucking you. The other was attacking your clit, stimulating you into a babbling mess. You grabbed his hair, his name spilling off of your lips involuntarily. It was all happening so fast, your body struggling to keep up with the pleasure. Jack couldn’t contain himself, unable to tease you any longer.

Your pussy tasted better than any fucking organ he had ever eaten. You yanked at the roots of his brunette hair, chanting you were going to cum. This didn’t encourage him to slow down, the killer in between your thighs only wanting to make you do it again.

“F-fuck Jack I-I can’t,” You whined, closing your thighs around his head. Jack smirked as he removed one of his tongues from your clit, allowing him to speak. “You know what to say if you actually want me to stop. I think you like this though. I think you like being treated like the whore you are,” Jack panted. You felt humiliated at his words, your walls squeezing around his tongues.

This made EJ chuckle, his gaze now settled on your bright red face. “You like that don’t you? Being a whore for me?” Jack asked mockingly, continuing to fuck you with his tongues. Truth was when Jack had caught you reading the dirtiest of books, he ensured to do his research. To imagine himself being the one to do the things to you like he read in the filth romance novels.

You tried to hold back your unholy moans, biting your lower lip as Jack stared up at you. His third tongue playfully licked across your clit again, causing your hips to jolt upwards. “I asked you a question,” Jack said sternly. His large hands pinned down your waist, prying your thighs open. “Y-yes I like being a whore,” You replied pathetically, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. Jack brought his spare hand to your cunt, drawing quick circles around your throbbing clit.

Your legs began to tremble as an animalistic, low growl left EJs throat. “Whose whore are you? Tell me,” Jack ordered, your walls squeezing around his tongues. You could barely make sense of his words, the ecstasy he was providing you too heavenly. “I’m yours, i’m your whore Jack. Fuck, please make me cum,” You pleaded.

She taste good and can beg? Fuck me.

“Cum for me like the good little whore you are.”

Your legs shook violently and attempted to close as you came, Jacks merciless assault coming to an immediate halt. He watched you ride out your euphoria, slipping his tongues out of your cunt. Your pussy was red and puffy, suffering from the abuse of a demon. He wiped his chin with his hand, crawling up closer to you. Your heart was pounding so loudly it took everything in him for Jack not to tear it out of your chest.

“You’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” Jack growled, sloppily pushing down his pants. He leaned back, lightning flashing as he stroked his cock in front of you. “You sure you can handle me? You seem tense,” Jack asked teasingly. He knew was far bigger than you, your eyes widening at the mere sight of his shaft. “I can handle anything you throw at me,” You say, swallowing to create some moisture in your dry mouth. Your throat and mouth having gone dry from making so many sinful sounds.

Jack smirked as he slowly slid inside of you, his tip alone stretching you out. You whimpered, causing Jack to lean forward. He sank into you slowly, peppering soft kisses on your neck. Purposefully he targeted your more sensitive skin, testing the waters to see which areas made you loosen up more. You clawed at his back, your face scrunched up in pain. EJ studied your face carefully, slithering one of his hands down to your puffy clit. “T-too much,” You babbled, your words beginning to slur. Your hand slid down to grab Jacks wrist, the killer above you not changing his mind.

“Need you loosen up a bit more. You’re doing so good. You can do it for me, yeah?”

His words were like a remedy for your pain, his cock now fully buried inside of you. You pulled your hand away from his wrist, your fingertips brushing over the outline of his cock inside of your stomach. You forced yourself to open your eyes, the sloppy circles Jack was drawing around your clit helping you adjust. You swallowed hard, meeting the gaze of the lust filled demon above you. “You can move,” You whispered. Jacks ears twitched, almost as if he was making sure he heard you right.

“Play with your clit for me while I fuck you,” Jack ordered. You did as instructed, your small fingers trailing down to your abused clit. You drew slow circles as Jack propped himself up, slowly bucking his hips into yours. You let out a loud moan, his cock hitting your g spot. The demons gaze fell down to your womb, his eye sockets widening as he saw the shape of his cock slide in and out of you. “So fucking tight for me,” Jack snarled, picking up the pace.

His thrust were brutal and animalistic, unlike anything you had ever seen before. Or felt before. His pace was relentless, his body not seeming to tire. “Jack!” You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. He brought you into a sloppy kiss, struggling to be careful not to cut you with his teeth as he fucked you. “You feel so much better than I thought you’d feel. Fuck,” EJ groaned into your mouth, losing his control.

One of his teeth nicked your lower lip, a small tinkle of red crimson blood dripping down your bottom lip. Jack didn’t have time to think, his mouth on yours immediately. But this time, for a different reason. He sucked at your bottom lip as he pounded you, moaning at the taste of your blood. You felt disgusted how accepting your body was of this, your eyes fluttering shut as you allowed him to suck at your lower lip. Jacks orgasm was coming closer, even if he didn’t want it to.

His pace didn’t let up for a second, his body a slave to your pussy. He released your lip with a pop, growling as he felt his orgasm come closer and closer. “I’m going to fucking breed you. You’re gonna be all mine, all fucking mine,” Jack huffed, his control long gone. His gaze met yours, your face fucked out and your moans incoherent. “Cum with me. Cum all over me,” He panted, his orders now weak. Your small fingers were replaced with his own, his slender fingers resuming the assault on your clit.

“Fucking shit, EJ!” You cried out, gripping his arm as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your walls were milking his cock, begging him for his cum. They were pleading with him to breed your pretty little cunt, to make you all his. Your orgasm was all it took, his hips stuttering as he came inside of you. His moans were no longer the human language, his sounds of pleasure reverting back to incoherent growls. EJ panted as he looked down at you, your bottom lip puffy.

Your neck was covered in light purple and brown bruises, his light pepper kisses not as light as he thought. You were fucked out, your body lying limply on the mattress below you. Slowly he slid his cock out of you, your cunt red and puffy from the abuse. EJ watched as a mixture of his and your cum dripped out of you, your breathing slow and heavy. “Y/n?” Jack whispered. He was terrified he had broken you, his gaze landing on the bruises in the shape of his fingers that had littered your soft thighs.

You murmured an audible response, causing Jack to sigh in relief. He looked over his shoulder, the sun coming over the horizon. The storm had subsided, a light spring shower coming down from the sky above instead. You sat up slowly, watching your tall demon lover dress himself. You were dizzy and tired, blinking slowly as he shoved his pants back on. “You don’t wanna stay?” You asked softly, yawning. EJ gave you a cheeky smile, before shoving his mask back on.

“We had a deal didn’t we? It’s dawn,” Jack said. He began to put his hoodie on, your eyes softening with disappointment. Jack could feel his stomach growling, the taste of your blood fueling his desire for a tasty meal. He wanted to stay, but he knew he would kill you if he lost control again. Without thinking he handed you his hoodie, before heading over to the window. You sat there dumbfounded, watching as he gave you a small wave goodbye.

“Don’t worry, i’ll be back,”

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[scenezfreak]

Him fucking you on your period. Your blood webbing over his cock each time he pulled out. Mesmerized by your pretty blood coating his cock, abdomen, your ass and thighs. He can’t get enough…it may be your least favorite time of the month but it’s definitely his favorite. He’s a sick fuck, he can’t get over the smell and the feeling. Your pretty red blood turning him on so much he could cum almost insanity. He WILL eat you out on your period. You might ask him to stop but he NEEDS to taste you, he NEEDS it. He’ll literally beg for you to let him eat you out..but you can’t deny he looks hot with the lower half of his face covered in your blood and cum. And yes, he will swallow your cum and blood mixture, in fact craves it. He’s a sick fuck who loves being covered in your blood.

<3

Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Bloody Painter, any of your favs

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[the-floral-perspective]

Creepypasta NSFW Ideas!

:Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Jeff the killer, bloody painter, laughing Jack, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Jason the toymaker, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Homicidal Liu x fem reader

A/N: I’m not really to sure what to call this one, just random sexy prompts.

Eyeless Jack:

Jack looking down at your wide open legs, tied to the bedpost. Watching you hungrily. You wiggled a little,

“C’mon Jack! Stop teasing,” you pouted, pussy clenching around nothing. Jack salivated quietly.

Jack contemplated, originally he wanted to ignore you and tease, but seeing his plan put out in person immediately diminished his blueprint.

You frowned, looking up at Jacks onyx eyes, “are you alr…-shit.” You moaned as Jack laid down in front of your pussy and licked the skin around the clit.

“Wait please!” You wiggled, trying to get Jack to suck on your flower. He put his hand on your hips, pushing down to immobilize you and going in for the kill. Giving a long taste from your wet heat to your clit.

You whimpered at the contact. Jack paused again, gripping your hips tighter as if he were recollecting himself and suddenly went back in. Sucking at your clit and spreading your folds to see your wet leave your pretty little cunt.

Jack found an enthusiastic rhythm that allowed him to suckle your honey with as much fever as possible without overwhelming you. He’d suck on your clit and circle around to your hole, shoving in one of his tongues while the other tongue aggressively circled your clit.

Creating a beautiful melody of whimpers to jacks sensitive ears. His tongue fucking you so good, you couldn’t help but try to wiggle again, already so fucked out. Jack chuckled at this, the vibrations stimulating you even more.

“Jack, nghh— please! O-oh!” You moaned quietly under your breath, the pressure inside you building up so heavily, you felt overwhelmed.

Jack listened to your babbling, and allowed his index finger to rub your clit, so he could focus on sucking your ambrosia from you. You were so close.

Suddenly, you couldn’t stop tensing, and your voice failed you multiple times with Jacks pleasure overload. Without warning, your ambrosia sprayed out and covered Jack all over with your sweet. He loved it, and he didn’t stop going either, this time licking up the mess your pussy couldn’t stop producing. Luckily for him, at least. Jack can’t get enough of you.

Ben Drowned:

Ben tugged on his restraints with a smirk on his face until he dragged his eyes towards you, sitting on top of his bulge. You met his eyes and smiled softly, though it turned into a frown as Ben thrusted his hips up towards you.

“What do you think you’re doing,” you taunted. “I don’t know, what am I doing?” He taunted back, still smirking.

“You’re cute,” you patted his cheek once and then slapped him lightly. He moaned in response, the sides of his stomach getting goosebumps as his arousal increased, he thrusted his hips forward again.

You smirked and leaned down, pulling his boxers off to release his pretty, blushed dick. Licking from the tip to the balls. His balls were always very sensitive. You looked up at him deviously before deepthroating him.

Ben, mid-laugh, choked on his own moan. He couldn’t help but to thrust himself into your mouth. Twisting and switching, you attempted to slow him by putting your hands on his hips. Your action effected nothing.

The way your bedroom was set up, your bed was in front of the door in the middle of the room. The left side of the bedroom had your guys mounted TV. This is important because all of a sudden the door knob to your bedroom clicked open.

You and Ben’s lidded eyes met, but not for that reason. Ben felt like warm ice was shooting through his stomach and around his sensitive dick. He was going to cum soon. You felt Ben’s dick twitch inside your mouth, so you took him in deeper. Ben released without any warning except for his various whimpers and heavy breathing.

Your mouth filled with him, you felt like you could choke, but you’d of loved that. Ben moaned as you released his dick, wanting to cum again. Both breathing heavily, you sat up and stretched.

“C’mere,” Ben muttered with his eyes still closed, he hasn’t opened them. You leaned forward and kissed Ben on the lips sweetly. Ben opened his eyes and smiled at you, flinching when he noticed someone behind you.

You looked behind you and noticed Jeff who was staring at your bare ass that leaned over Ben. He jumped and ran out of the room when he noticed the both of you staring.

“Shut the door!” The two of you shouted in sink.

Jeff the killer:

Jeff looked up from your messy pussy, and smiled willingly, slapping your clit playfully. You writhed, as he’s been going at you for awhile now.

He stood up and you breathed a sigh of relief. Jeff spread your pussy out and inhaled out of horniness. Taking a second, Jeff quickly put a finger in you, to test how wet you are. Moving his finger around, causing your pussy to clench and your legs to shake at the sensitivity.

When satisfied, Jeff finally started putting his tip into your sensitive walls. Your lower body thrusted forward, trying to take his dick in more. Jeff bottomed out inside of you, causing you to tense and your legs shook more.

Luckily your hole wasn’t hurting, he only did oral. It was your clit that was sore, but if anything you wanted his dick in you oh so badly.

“Feeling desperate, are we?” Jeff chuckled, “don’t worry, I can take care of this.”

Jeff started thrusting into you lightly, causing you to arch your back. He held you up by the arch in your back, and fucked harder into you. Eventually becoming merciless.

Your brain and body turned to mush, already fucked out. Jeff taunted you lightly, in response you slapped him, causing Jeff to go primal. Nailing into you like a hammer, you felt the familiar feeling of the heat of a thousand suns arising from your body, starting at your pussy.

“Shit, I can feel you clenching—“ Jeff choked out, it becoming difficult for him to focus.

“It’s alright, baby, let it all out— I c-can take it-ah!” Jeff slightly lightly begged, going as fast as he could out of desperation. You whined, it felt like you were being touched in all the right places.

“Pl-plea— ah!” You whimpered and came all over him, the tightness of you causing Jeff to cum a few thrusts later.

Jeff slid out exhaustedly, “yknow, I’m not gonna stop until you’re full of me. I want to see you dripping, not only from yourself, but from me.”

Laughing Jack:

Jack had been away for awhile, a couple of days. He was busy tracking down some creep that lived on the outskirts of the forest. You had been getting lonely, also no one was telling you when he’d come back.

In order to cope with your anxieties you resorted to masturbating. What? It helped with more than one problem.

You had dimmed the lights and made a comfortable nest for yourself, slowly starting to feel yourself up. Actually getting into it, your hand descended slowly to your clit, rubbing gently.

Getting into a rhythm with yourself, you started to ignore all the sounds around you, focusing only on yourself and your aching cunt.

Fortunately for jack, he had just arrived at the scene. You sprawled out on the shared bed, legs wide open and the whimpers.

Jack almost felt unreal watching this and quietly he retracted his razor sharp claws into normal hands. Then, he teleported right between your legs and replaced your fingers with his.

Sighing at the familiar feeling of you, Jack wiggled his fingers in and out. You opened your eyes, startled, but moaned as Jack hit a deep spot.

“Ja—ah!”

Jack smirked, knowing your orgasm was already near before he came into the room.

“Go on, cum.” He demanded, leaning down with his tongue out, kitten licking your clit, causing your lower half to rise from the bed.

The heat in your stomach suddenly snapped like a rubber band, feeling like your entire body was buzzing and stimulated.

Dr Smiley:

Smiley and you shared half of the chocolate. Romantic chocolate for special occasions. This occasion was boredom.

It didn’t kick in immediately, took about 30 minutes or so, but you and Smiley weren’t impatient. Talking about nerd stuff until they eventually started working.

Your clit throbbed, but smiley didn’t really seem affected at all. “Did you even eat the chocolate?”

Smiley smirked and shook his head, you groaned, but didn’t really mind. He’d take care of you anyways.

“I love how ravishing you get with this chocolate,” smiley chuckled and spread his legs. He patted his left leg, wanting you to sit on it.

You did so with glee. He immediately started bouncing his knee, holding your hips with his hands as you started rubbing himself against him desperately.

“Kiss me,” you gave him puppy eyes. What you wanted was to be well bred by him.

It took a bit for you to reach your orgasm, the familiar shocking sensation you could feel in your legs as you tensed and shook.

“Dont worry, baby, there’s more where that came from.”

Puppeteer:

You two had a bet going. Who could make the other cum without penetration or oral? It was a green night, so both of you were high. The buzzing feeling in your head making things so much better as Puppeteer grinded into you.

It wasn’t as good as actual penetration, but the thought that he wanted you so bad make you start grinding back.

He was wearing sweatpants and you in your underwear. With every thrust into your backside, you felt his bulge rub against your clit repeatedly.

The feeling was strange but not unwelcome. With Pup’s superhuman stamina and the constant rubbing of your clit, it almost felt like one of those pulsing vibrators.

The realization made your brain dumb and a small whimper came out as your body slowly tensed up to achieve a very slow orgasm. It seemed puppeteer was close too, as he somehow sped up, abusing your clit at this point.

Your body burned, and the smell of smoke only helped enhance the pleasure and with that you came. Your entire body burning up and tensing. Puppeteer came behind you, some of his cum leaking from his sweatpants (he wasn’t wearing underwear)

But puppeteer wasn’t done, he wanted to abuse your cunt once again.

Jason the toymaker:

Ever since Jason found out about how sensitive your nipples were, he couldn’t stop giving you boob hickeys. It was an addiction at this point, sometimes he would just suck on them just to do it and to see your reaction.

It was cold at the mansion, winter time too. Everyone was in their rooms huddling together. You and Jason were no different. He layed behind you, squeezing your waist.

“You know what I just realized?” He paused, squeezing you tighter, “I’ve never played with your boobs!”

You let out a light laugh, “so?” Jason looked at you teasingly, “so…” he squeezed your boob tight.

Obviously, caught off guard you squeaked and blushed.

“I didn’t think you were sensitive this way…” Jason teased and turned in to your sideways body, facing your boobs.

He flipped your shirt up as you spluttered, feeling the cold air on your nipples, hardening them. Jason stared for a second and took one of your boobs into his mouth, the other one his hand played with.

The feeling went straight to your core, you could feel your cunt getting wet and tingly. Moving to your back rather than side, it amplified the feeling much more.

You rubbed your thighs together, thrusting your hips upward, craving friction. Your body trembled as this happened. Surprisingly, your nipples were very very sensitive. Although you didn’t come, your body was definitely a fountain.

Ticci Toby:

You were teasing Toby, sitting atop his dick unmoving. Toby, on the other hand, was attempting to get paperwork for Slenderman done.

You continuously teased him though, clenching your vagina, rubbing your clit, riding him for a couple of seconds but then stopping. He was getting worn out, wanting nothing then to fuck you raw and breed you.

God he wanted to fuck you so bad—“are you done with your paperwork, honey?” Toby looked at your faux innocent face and felt his dick twitch.

“Yeah…” Toby grumbled, adjusting and accidentally hitting your g-spot. You moaned as Toby smirked.

Toby realized that he had the upper hand here. He hugged you softly, making you think he wasn’t okay. Really he just grabbed apart of your hips and started thrusting up into your wet, sopping walls.

“Cant tease me anymore,can you?”

You, who sat on him, felt every hit of his dick as he thrusted. Your slick started falling from you and dropping more onto Toby. He only thrusted harder. Lewd sounds erupted from your pussy and from him.

“She likes me, doesn’t she?” Toby muttered, rubbing your clit. You whimpered, feeling yourself start to burn up.

You started rocking yourself on him, equally as aggressive. The burn grew as did the pulse on your clit. You moaned close to Toby’s ear and he came inside you. You came a minute or two later, with the feeling and light thrusting of Toby and his dick twitching.

Masky:

Tim’s always wanted to…. Experiment with you. He loved you and your body. Every moment he was close with you was the best moment of his life. Naturally, he’d just love being inside you.

There were sometimes Tim would get so into himself in you, that he couldn’t help but breed you. It’s not his fault that you’re so amazing, you make him pathetic.

Masky one night at a bar decided that he needed you. And my, he couldn’t stop fucking you. This was what? The third time he’s came tonight? You got no breaks.

The ball already rolled and there was no stopping him. Tim couldn’t stop touching you and rubbing you it was insane. You felt like your body couldn’t stop burning. At some point you could feel Tim’s cum drip out of you, but that didn’t stop him.

After the fifth time you had to beg, “Tim— augh, please. Slow down, we nee- to h-head home.” You begged, at this point turning around and taking his dick out. Your pussy clenched around the lack of intrusion.

Masky was still desperate, but he agreed regardless. On the car ride home, he ended up rubbing your clit as he realized hes only given you penetration orgasms. He wanted to wear you out fully so that both your hole and your clit were sore but begging.

Hoodie:

Hoodie traced your body lightly with his hands, feeling you up, but not enough for anything to happen. He gripped your hip tightly, pushing his bulge into your ass. Softly rocking, hoodie quietly apologized.

You giggled and unzipped his pants. He understood and started rubbing your clit, moving your panties aside.

Your body sparkled with pleasure, the sweet fluids of your pussy leaking out of you like a fountain. Hoodie almost moaned feeling it.

Slowly, Hoodie eased his large dick into your tiny pussy. God you were so tight, your pussy too small to take him in. Hoodie laughed at your pleas.

Hoodie prodded inside you until his penis was fully in. You could see a bulge in your stomach from it. To be honest it hurt, it always hurt at first. He was really good though once the pain went away.

You whined as the burn continued, you gave Brian the good to go though. He rocked into you slowly as your core immediately heated up upon his invasion. His dick was big enough he barely had to move it to hit your g-spot.

He kept consistently hitting the spongy spot inside you, making you become more wet.

Slowly, the burn in your core swarmed your pussy. You pulsed and clenched around hoodie. Light melodic moans coming from both your mouths. The orgasm ripped through your pussy, lasting for a couple seconds until you were left twitching because hoodie wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

Bloody painter:

“There, done!” Helen had set down the paintbrush he used to paint your body. There were red, yellow and bright green for a neon affect. He had you positione in an erotic way against a plain black portrait, you were completely nude only covered by non-toxic body paint. The design only covered your stomach to your thighs and your ass.

Helen stared at you for a good second, making you nervous as you sat up, still covered in the paint. Suddenly, he smirked, “I have a better idea!”

He unzipped his pants and released his semi-hard dick, “you wanna come get me off? I know a way I can make this painting better.”

You smirked back and crouched under him, cupping his balls and gripping the head. Helen sucked in a breath, you licked the smooth skin around his penis teasingly.

Helen picked your head up by the back of your hair, “Don’t play with me, whore.”

You nodded with false innocence, Helen smirked and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “Now get me off,” he whispered in your ear.

The next move you did was continuing your hand job, without all the teasing. You get wetter by the minute, but it wasn’t like Helen would notice. After awhile you started squirming at the sounds of Helen’s pleasure.

Eventually, Helen felt as if he were pulsing everywhere. “Shit—I’m almost there, keep goin’, just like that—“ his cum fell over the portrait, onto where your ass was previously. Helen quickly snapped a photo of it and carefully wiped the cum off. He’d have to paint white later.

Helen turned and saw you rubbing your thighs together, he cooed “aw, you need my help?” You nodded pathetically. Helen lifted you up and quickly pulled his belt off to tie your hands together.

He kissed you roughly, putting his hands onto your pussy, cupping it gently. You grabbed his hand and grinded against it, “that’s right, go ahead and get yourself off for me, alright?”

Helen continued to kiss you, pushing you against the wall with his unused hand. “You need me to do anything, don’t you?” You nodded, grinding harder against his hand.

You moaned as Helen decided to rub his hand against your clit, you arched your back harshly. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Helen laughed cruelly.

“I just need you—“ fuck, helen thought.

Out of nowhere, it seemed your body was struck with lightnight, you saw white. Your body shivered as you came.

“Damn it,” Helen said, his hand still in you. “We did this on a white wall… your paint hasn’t dried yet.”

Homicidal Liu:

You had just gotten out of the shower and were in the middle of oiling your legs, Liu opened the door but quickly closed his eyes. “Shit, sorry!”

You smiled awkwardly, “it’s alright, I’m just moisturizing.” Liu opened his eyes, staring at your freshly oiled body that stood glistening in the candlelight. Not to mention, the mirror in front of you made the vision much more appealing.

Slowly, Liu stalked over to you without saying anything. He dug himself into your neck, kitten licking it. One hand hugged your waist, while the other ghosted around your vulva. You turned your head for a kiss, Liu noticed and lifted his head to kiss your lips softly.

His hand started rubbing your cunt lightly, causing you to gush with need. Unfortunately, Liu took his hand off you completely to unzip his pants, he grabbed some oil and spread it around his dick.

Focusing back on you, he licked a stripe up your neck and lifted you up slightly to rest against the bathroom sink. You knew what was coming next, as Liu continuously peppered kisses on your neck.

He slid his oiled cock inbetween your thighs, not really affecting you until he started rubbing your clit with the rhythm of his thrusting.

“Fuck,” he muttered, squeezing your thighs tighter around him. Helen hit a spot on your clit that specifically made you jolt.

Liu continued fucking your thighs harder and harder, and at this point he was fucking your clit too. You moaned as his tip hit the button of your clit, jolting back into him. Liu let out a small moan, chasing his high.

Your orgasm started slower than his, but when it came it came. The fire slowly started burning you inside and out, only stopping when Liu eventually slowed down. His tip still lightly punching your clit with every thrust. You shook and writhed as he came, you following soon after.

“Guess I’m gonna have to clean you up, aren’t I?” Liu smirked, kneeling in front of you and pushing you to sit on the sink.

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[vpzllx]

ೃ⁀➷ CREEPYPASTA S/O HEADCANNONS ೃ⁀➷

SYNOPSIS - Just how the creepypasta characters would be like as your s/o :)

PAIRINGS - Jeff the killer x Reader, “Ticci” Toby x Reader, Eyeless Jack x Reader, Ben Drowned x Reader, Hoodie/Brian x Reader.

ೃ⁀➷ JEFF THE KILLER

Tbh Jeff a lil bitch 🤷‍♀️ it’s not like yk he’s js mean n shit even though he’s just mean n shit.

Like for instance say if y’all were just sitting on the couch cuddlin n shit and then someone walks in the room, He’s pushing you off of him immediately.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to be affectionate, He just doesn’t want people seeing, He’d do a casually hug or hold hands around people but he’d never kiss you or anything like that around people idk why 🤷‍♀️

But back to what i said about him being a lil bitch this mf will tease you and tear your ass up 😭, Y’all could be casually play fighting on the bed and he’ll push you off on purpose then laugh at you. Or He would walk up and say some random shit like for expample

Jeff : You built like a capital P

You : what??

He’s just random asf but also When you two are alone oml this man is so vulnerable like he’d cuddle up next to you n shit, To the point that when he breaths out shorty ur breathing in that same air. He loves when u play w his hair even though it’s crusty asf (Please wash his hair)

For rating umm hes like a good 7/10

ೃ⁀➷ “TICCI” TOBY

how do i say this ummm… He’s bipolar and yall both hate it.

It’s so… Like one moment y’all are kissing and wtv then he js pushes you off of him and walks away and your js there like “?? wtf” And then after he’ll come back and kiss you and apologize and again your just like “wtf??” But you don’t mind since he actually apologized.

Attachment issues. He will threaten you if you ever want to leave 😟 or like you tryna go to the store and bitch he js stops you he grabs your wrist and is like “go sit yo ass down” BUT NOT LIKE THAT 😭 and you js go sit down best option tbh.

He likes laying his head in between your thighs for some reason idk like especially if you got em big ol thighs 😍 and when you stroke his hair it’s like love.

When y’all are sleeping together … he’s stiff this man doesn’t move it he falls asleep in one position you will wake up and see him in that same position, And it’s bad to the point when sometimes you gotta check and see if he’s not dead, If he wakes up while your doing so he’s lookin at you like “tf is u doing?”

He’s a good kisser don’t question it but istg, You could be in the kitchen getting something to eat he js walks up behind you flips you facing him and he js kisses you bitch tongue deep in ur mouth (He got that W rizz 🫵😜)

He’s like a good ummm 7/10 too

ೃ⁀➷ EYELESS JACK

He has definitely watched you sleep more than 5 times…

He not tryna be creepy with it he just wants to make sure that you’re sleeping well it’s all outta love. But ngl sometimes he will wake you up by biting your neck n shit but are you really complaining?? Right i didn’t think so.

If you ever cut yourself he’s the number one person for you to go to He was a medical student yk before the whole … scarfice thing … But if your bleeding heavy don’t step within a feet of him, istg he gonna start buggin out and most likely will try to eat you (Outta love tho).

I can say his tongue is very long … ;) Like make out sessions end in a snap then y’all end up fuckin 🤷‍♀️ (we can get to those fuckin headcannons another day 😘).

He used to be a good cook but since he doesn’t eat … people food anymore he just stopped cooking but if you’d ask him to make you something he’d do it for you no questions asked, Like maybe sometimes you’d wake up to breakfast in bed from him 😜.

He’s a quiet person to say the least tho like you barely see him interact with other pastas or wtv tf they called but yeah he’s usually by himself or with you one of the two.

He’s a 10/10 at everything 😘

ೃ⁀➷ BEN DROWNED

He has definitely asked you multiple times if you wanted to film y’all fuckin …

He has made you try playing games mostly horror games or shooters in which either you rage quit or got scared and quit, He enjoys seeing you scared or seeing you js upset and angry.

If your the type of person who brings their phone into the bathroom with them he’d use that as an advantage and js crawl out of ur phone.. He has done that multiple different times.

When y’all hug he either sniffs you or your hair and then your js like “Did he sniff my hair..?” He does it cause he doesn’t wanna forget what you smell like idk why but yk .. Attachment issues.

He always notices little slight things about you. Like you cut your hair a bit..He knows, You just cut your nails..He knows, Just got new underwear..He knows.

He’s most def a 8/10 yk minus the little weird things… 👴

ೃ⁀➷ HOODIE

Yeah um… This man will manipulate and make you think that you’re nothing without him … (outta love tho)

He doesn’t genuinely care abt what you do unless it involves another person specifically another man, That’s when he starts to care.

Since he’s uhm a drug addict he would def try to get you high at some point, and when you do he would record the whole experience js for shits n giggles idk

Also same as ben he has probably asked if you wanted to record yall fuckin but even if you say no he’s not talking at as an answer, He will record it and then after show you … 😟

He likes it mostly when your vulnerable bc he could spew so many lies to you just so you won’t leave him (Best manipulator i’ve ever seen)

When y’all sleep together, you have to be directly laying on top of him or else he’s not sleeping. Period.

He’s a 6/10 (but he’s so fine 😖🫶) Yeah but umm he has a lot of problems …

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I gotta do another one but yk it’s more nice or either it’s gonna be very nsfw 🫵😭

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[txzcia]

sorry for this guys

“S-slow down, Jeff..” You whimper out, practically begging the man you get to call your boyfriend above you to go easy on you like he promised he would. But then again, he never stays true to his word. Moans and cries bubbles in your throat as you dig your nails into the flesh and skin of his forearms. Your request goes in one ear and out the other as he pumps into you like his life depends on it. Becoming friends with they twisted boy next door was crazy enough, but asking him to be your boyfriend was by far the craziest shit you’ve ever done. But that doesn’t mean anything when your underneath him and screaming for him to both slow down and keep going while your cunt tries desperately to suck him in, while failing at how absolutely huge he is.

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #jeffrey woods #Jeffrey mason #smut #creepypasta smut #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #Jeff the killer x you smut

[creepypasta65]

But like… imagine the creeps fucking you with the handle of their weapons 🤭

Yess. Also, I'm going to write it for a fem reader because it's easier to write it for this kind of scenerio.Thanks for the request :)

⚠️Warning NSFW content ⚠️

Jeff and Toby fucking you with the handle of their weapon:

Jeff:

He would fuck you with the handle of his knife.

Be careful not to cut you, your clitoris, or anything like that.

He will rub the handle on your clit making you squirm from the pleasure. He rubs it hard and adds pressure to it until you squirt.

Jeff will not be into fucking you with his knife handle because he doesn't think fucking someone, he loves with the handle of the knife that has killed over 50 people is morally right.

Jeff honestly prefers fucking you with his dick or fingers rather than the handle of his knife.

Toby:

Toby loves fucking you with the handle of his hatchets makes him feel some sort of way seeing you cum all over his handles.

He will press the handle on your clit, rubbing it back and forth, trying to make your cum or squirt.

Once you're prepared enough, Toby will insert the hatchet handle. The handle does have a good stretch.

Toby will have a boner from seeing you take his hatchet handle.

Have a nice day :)

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[grvyrd-drms]

Ik u don't like Jeff (UNDERSTANDABLE) but what him he came back to the mansion after a bad day and his s/o played w his hair

jeffy getting his hair played with :3

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A/N: NO PLS don't get me wrong i'm emo/goth so i automatically have to find him hot by law. i hate him for like giggles.

CW: gn!reader, mentions of black outs, serial killers obviously

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-hc that jeff has IED (intermittent explosive disorder) so he gets so so so fucking angry so easily. its a boiling hot type of anger that quite literally sends people running.

-so, obviously, he comes back to the manor in a terrible mood most of the time. people and himself just piss him off.

-when he comes back still all pissed off the only thing he wants is to be left alone. even by his S/O that he's (secretly) obsessed with.

-he only needs you when he's had a rough time. and by that i mean a r o u g h time. time skips, black outs, depression, anxiety, paranoia, GUILT.

-he won't talk, eat, sleep, anything. just sits there. like a fucking creep. (sorry)

-of course he'll find himself at your door. he hesitates to knock for whatever reason. and of course you open it. and of course he quietly enters. and of course he falls into your arms. like always. this always happens.

-eventually you're both laying on your bed with him on top of you. he's quiet, he's gentle, he's soft. times like these are so rare and you cherish every. single. second. of them.

-jeffs head is buried in your chest, eyes closed, not moving and breathing softly. your hands find their way to his head absentmindedly, slightly scratching his scalp and twirling the strands in between your fingers.

-as you play with his hair he kind of snuggles deeper into you. his body gets heavier and his back releases all of its tension, he lets out a sigh. jeffs mind is absent. he's not asleep, but he's completely neutral. as if your touch has brought an inner peace to him.

-and it just stays like this for a few hours. its okay if you eventually fall asleep, jeff just secretly enjoys being caressed.

-most of the time you'll wake up and he's gone, out terrorizing the halls of the manor. he's back to his normal self, and doesn't mention the previous night at all. its your little secret.

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stinky boyyyyy

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[hystixia]

A TEST OF FAITH.

SUMMARY 、YOU’RE THE PRIEST’S DAUGHTER, SWEET AND INNOCENT AND FREE FROM SIN. UNTIL JEFFREY WALKED IN AND TURNED YOUR WORLD UPSIDE DOWN.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、FINGERING (M -> F), PUBLIC FINGERING, BLASPHEMY, RELIGION KINK, CORRUPTION KINK

NOTES 、i gotta thank my lovely mutual @hysterotic for helping me flesh out ideas for this one. love you babe also depending on how well this does. i’ll do part 2 LMFAO

The air is tense on the ride to church. The sun casts the world in a warm glow as it slowly rises beyond the horizon and you keep your eyes fixated on the blur of trees passing by as your father drives and taps his finger impatiently on the steering wheel.

You sigh softly and look into the rear view mirror at his reflection. “Daddy, what’s wrong?” You ask gently and you hear your father sigh almost tiredly.

“Nothing, sweetheart it’s just…” He contemplates it for a moment before shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I don’t want you feeling burdened in any way this morning.” It’s Sunday, of course he didn’t want you feeling anything but the spirit of the Heavenly Father washing over you.

You hum rather defeatedly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand and staring out the window once more. “Mkay..” You mumble out, saddened your father didn’t feel like he could share whatever wad weighing hard on him but maybe the Lord could help ease the heavy feeling he has today. You close your eyes and say a small prayer just as you feel the familiar turn onto the gravely trail that leads up to the church you’ve spent your entire life going to.

The pearly white chapel comes into view and your eyes gravitate to the sight, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you see other members pulling up around the same time as you and your father and mother. You sit up straight as your father parks the car and tugs the keys out, fixing your sundress as you wait patiently for your father to exit first before following soon after.

The familiar faces by the church, idly chatting all turn and smile at the sight of you. The older women compliment you, saying you look like an angel as always in those pretty sundresses you always wore.

You’d giggle bashfully in response to their compliments, cheeks warm to the touch as you thank them and compliment them back before the sound of a loud rumble echoes out and you turn to look over your shoulder at the road as a noisy motorcycle pulls into the spot beside your parents’ car. You squint your eyes due to the harsh brightness of the morning sun peeking through the distant trees and into your field of vision as you try to get a good look at the individual. It’s hard to see much until the person gets off the bike shortly after and starts coming toward you.

“For christ— Ahem, you took your sweet time getting here didn’t you, son?” A loud voice from behind you speaks up. You notice the way your father seems to hold a cold stare you’ve almost never seen on his face before as he watches the guy approaching you chuckle, a deep rumbly sound that has you surprised to hear such a deep voice.

“Took the scenic route.” He says with a grin in his voice and as the bright leaks of sunlight hide behind his tall frame, you finally get a good look at his face. And boy did you feel your heartbeat quicken.

His eyes look down into yours and you instantly tear your stare away and focus on the ground beneath you. Grass has never looked so greener before until now.

Your father reluctantly shakes hands with the guy whose appearance is not very fitting, nor would you consider it appropriate for church service. The black ripped jeans with a chain dangling on them, dirtied combat boots, a learner jacket on and somewhat hiding the black band tee he wore underneath. It had a print of a music band you’ve never heard of and it left you feeling curious. You’ve never heard such music before. Anything remotely inappropriate or dark and taboo wasn’t allowed in your parents’ house.

You feel like you’ve stared for too long and look over to your mother for guidance and she gives you a knowing look before subtly glancing at the church doors. You excuse yourself but shortly after, everyone else is coming into the quiet place and the sounds of footsteps and quiet chatter echo throughout the building. You take a seat on the long bench you’ve always sat at while your mother sits on the other side of the church at a different place. You see the man that had talked rather loudly behind you earlier come in along with who you presume is his wife and a rather young looking teenage boy, but where was the motorcycle guy that he had called ‘son’?

“Hey,” Your eyes widen at the sound of a low and deep voice in your ear and you whip your head around to look to your side where you see the aforementioned motorcycle guy. His black hair frames around his face and he smirks at you. “Did I scare ya?”

You blink a few times before shaking your head, mumbling a soft ‘no’ in response to which he chuckles at before letting his arm rest on the back of the bench, nudging your shoulders ever so slightly but you try to ignore it. Your father however is practically staring daggers into the boy when nobody’s eyes are on him before he stands up and prepares to start the day’s service.

You try to scoot away from the strange guy, keeping your eyes on those that sing and you can feel his eyes on and it makes goosebumps rise along your arms.

Suddenly you’re asked to sing and you feel your heart drop to the floorboards. You’ve never felt so nervous in all your life, it was something you were always asked to do by other members of the church so why did it feel so scary to do all of a sudden? Was it because of the mysterious boy beside you? Who knows. You swallow thickly, standing up with a tremble in your legs and hands so you grip onto the bench in front of you. You clear your throat quietly, trying to ignore the way your heart beats so wildly and so hard it makes your throat want to close up on you. You manage to start singing a hymn, one that everyone seemed to love hearing you sing the most and as you let your eyes flutter closed you relax your nerves and let the words flow through you and out into the world.

It’s only a few short minutes and then you’re politely sitting down but as you do so you feel something against the side of your thigh and see his own pressed snug against yours. Did he move closer or did you accidentally sit too close? You apologize in a whisper, trying to move away but he shakes his head at you with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Nah, I don’t mind, angel.” He says back, a whisper in a low voice only you could hear and it makes your heart flutter with an unfamiliar feeling as you force your attention back to those around you as people begin to testify.

You’re so focused on them all, nodding and feeling the spirit seep into your being that you don’t notice the unfamiliar touch against your dress as something slides up your thigh. It makes you tense up for a second when you realize and you glance at the guy who’s seemingly leaning a little too close for comfort but it would appear to others that he’s just trying to see the individuals that stand up and testify better.

“Don’t let temptation distract you from the words of God, doll.” He whispers with a grin on his face, eyes flicking down to your doe eyes that tear themselves away from his face and over to the other people.

He was right. No matter what he was doing, whatever it might’ve been… It was just the devil trying to keep you in his hold. Yet it was so hard to focus when the pads of his fingers grazed over your panties making you shiver slightly.

You didn’t know what he was doing. You’ve never been touched anywhere by anyone before, especially down there, but it was a rather nice and foreign feeling that you found yourself wanting just a little more of. Unconsciously, your legs spread just enough to let his hand cup your clothed sex and he rubs his index and middle against your panties until he feels a damp patch that makes him bounce his knee to keep himself from dragging your foolishly innocent self out of the church and fucking you in the bathroom.

Your father mentions an individual’s name for them to lead into prayer and everyones, including your own, heads turn down and al eyes are closed as silence envelopes the church and the only voice heard is a wretched sinner crying out for the Heavenly Father as he gets on his knees and prays.

You’re focused on listening to his words, feeling the pain he’s burdened with carrying as your brows knit together and you listen thoughtfully. Then something cold and foreign pushed against your nether regions and your thighs twitch as your eyes open and you glance to the guy beside you. He grins sinisterly, like he was the devil incarnate and you shiver under his gaze.

“Listen to ‘im, angel. Hear the cries of a fellow sinner and pay attention.” He whispers with a sick chuckle as he pushes his digit into your warmth and nudges it against your gummy walls. It’s uncomfortable for a few seconds, a new and foreign feeling you’ve never felt before but you unknowingly clench around him as he begins to pump it at a rather quick pace that has pleasure tingling in your gut suddenly as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to block out whatever he was doing to you in attempts to distract you.

Was it wrong? Was this something bad that he was doing to you? You didn’t know and couldn’t find the right answer you tried to search for in your mind. Whatever it was, it had a great effect on you and when you opened your eyes and prayer ended, tears blurred your vision but not from the Holy Spirit overwhelming you, oh no, it was that guy’s hand that overwhelmed you.

A tight coil burns hot in your belly as your legs tremble and you force yourself to straighten up and stare onward as your father stood to his feet and started to preach. Your mind was clouded, hazy and lagged behind on the words and sounds that met your ears but the warm breath tickling the side of your neck kept you alert and on edge in more ways than one.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to hear your father’s words as it touches the souls of many in the church. Your brows twitch, eyes gliding over the various people and a wave of feel-good tingles seeps into your being and your eyes flutter closed for a moment, a soft sigh leaving you glossy lips.

Your father’s preaching reaches its peak just as your thighs squeeze around the strange guy’s hand tightly, as if they never wanted him to leave and then euphoria washes over you. Like being hit by the Holy Spirit, your body tenses up and warmth floods your being as a sharp but quiet gasp leaves you and you curl in on yourself, hands gripping the cushion of the bench by your thighs. You heave quick breaths, heart racing in your chest as those digits curl into something incredibly sensitive inside of you before pulling away and you’re left feeling empty and exhausted.

You watch with half lidded eyes as he raises his hand up towards his face, it’s glistening with something slick on it and you wonder if it came from you. The thought embarrassed you to no end and when he popped the digits into his mouth, sucking the substance off them and then grinning at you as he shoved his hand into his pocket, it made you feel pulled towards him as if you couldn’t get enough despite knowing he was no good for you.

Your cheeks feel warm to the touch, cupping your hands against the hot flesh as you try to slow your breathing and shortly after, church has ended and people are socializing outside. You muster up the strength to stand on legs wobbly like a newborn fawn, hearing that boy chuckle at you as he gets up and walks away like nothing had happened. It saddens you a bit, you had felt some type of connection because of that strange interaction with him but you try to ignore it and move on just like he was so easily able to.

You manage to get out of the church, heading for the car earlier than your parents would’ve liked. You felt so lightheaded you just needed somewhere a little more private to cool off for some reason. You don’t get there in time before that boy is reaching you however.

“Aw, leavin’ already?” He’s teasing, he knows he’s the reason you feel so odd right now and the more you look at him the more you want to cling onto him. Thoughts that aren’t your own begin to fill your head, inappropriate and so lewd it makes you shiver with a mix of disgust and embarrassment directed toward yourself.

“I just need to cool off.. It’s warm out today.” You try to reason, voice a bit strained and shaky as you try to stand up straight but it’s obvious you’re a horny wreck in his eyes and he chuckles at you.

“S’that it? Just got too hot?” He takes a few steps towards you, an unreadable look in his eyes and you struggle to hold his gaze as you fumble over your words until he’s got you cornered with your back against the car. Those wide doe eyes, glassy with need, almost gets under his skin. He grins and it makes your stomach do flips when he looks at you that way. “Y’sure it’s not because I touched ya right here?” His hand forces its way between your trembling thighs and nudges against your nether regions making your breath hitch in your throat as you stare at him completely stunned.

Your hands grab at his wrist, shaky and weak as you attempt to pull him off but he only stops terrorizing your poor little innocent heart when he hears footsteps approaching.

He pulls away, straightening his posture while you push yourself off the car slowly as if you were in a daze at the moment.

“Is something wrong?” It’s your father, concern laced in his voice as he gives you a protective glance and moves towards you all while giving the boy an odd look.

The black haired guy scoffs with a smirk. “Nah, was j’st talkin’ to her is all.” He says it in a way that’s either condescending, sarcastic or as if he wasn’t saying the full truth. It’s hard for your brain to decipher properly anyways as your eyes bore into the grass beneath you, looking at anything but him.

“I’d much rather prefer if you didn’t speak to my daughter, Jeff Mason.” Your father says and it’s only now that you’ve learned the guy’s name. Your eyes flicker up to his face only to find him already looking back and shyness gets to you, making you tear your gaze from his.

There seems to be a tension between your father and Jeff, a staring contest ensues for a few moments that begin to feel like hours until that man you’d heard speaking before church comes up to the three of you.

He forces a smile and puts a hand on Jeff’s shoulder, squeezing a little too tight. “Jeffrey here will be sure to do that. Won’t you, son?” There’s an underlying authority to his voice as he looks at Jeff who glares back silently before shaking his hand off and walking towards his motorcycle with not a single word to follow.

The middle aged man chuckles awkwardly and tries to make small talk with your father but it doesn’t do much, if anything it would seem your father didn’t like either of them and that made you more curious than it should have.

You walk around the car to get into the car without disrupting their— very tense and awkward —conversation, trying to ignore Jeff who’s standing by his bike with his eyes glued onto you.

“Hey, Mary.” He calls out and you blink a few times before turning to look at him. He grins, “Yeah, you.”

“That’s.. That’s not my name, Jeff.” You didn’t even mean to say his name. It just spilled out by accident, he repeats the way you say it on loop in his head immediately.

“Sure it isn’t.” He grins with a teasing tone and crosses his arms as he looks you up and down slowly, undressing you with his eyes but you’re none the wiser. He finally looks at your face and smiles wickedly. “I’ll see ya around won’t I, angel?”

Your hold on the handle of the car door tightens a bit at the way he says it, heart fluttering in your chest and your knees weak. You feel a little bold, taking a deep breath as you hold his gaze. “Are you implying you’ll come to visit more often?” You meant the church, it’s obvious in the way you say it that you meant it in a church setting. But Jeff is far too sick and twisted to accept it as just that and that alone.

He chuckles at you, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. “Heh, y’gonna see me a lot more often than just here.”

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[amaesama]

jeff & EJ (separately ofc) popping their partners cherry & getting absolutely riled up about the blood ? like maybe they get very vocal and describe to them the mess they made on their dicks ? using words to fluster you up to no extent 🧚🏼‍♀️

Hi! I’m back! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long for me to do this, being in university means I have hardly any free time or motivation to write. Thank you for the request and I hope this is alright!

Content/warnings: I favour Jack, blood, Jeff’s a bitch,

Jeff the Killer:

Jeff isn’t a passionate lover, more like a selfish one, a little fucked if you will. We all know that he gets completely turnt off of blood and this will absolutely be conveyed in blood.

The man is definitely way too into knife play, but that’s a story for another time

The first time you have sex you’ll need to remind him that foreplay is indeed a thing cuz mans will be rough af and seeing as it’s your first time there’s just no way you’ll be able to take that. I don’t think he knows too much about sex, like he knows enough but he doesn’t know that you’ll bleed the first time, and you don’t bring it up cuz you thought it was a given that he’d know this. ALTHOUGH you had a feeling he would lose it for a bit.

So! You’re laying there, he’s on top of you (hopefully not in that rancid hoodie) and his cock is positioned at your entrance. My guy is shit at talking so he’ll just look up at you as a way of asking your permission, to which you’ll nod. He would never EVER say this but there’s a certain part of him that’s a TINY bit nervous so he hesitates for a second before he finally pushes in.

He hears you squeak and looks up to see you clenching your eyes shut in pain. He’s confused by this until he feels something dripping down his dick - he looks down and completely freezes when he see’s it’s your blood. He’ll just stare for a second before reaching down and touching it, like a weirdo. It takes him a few second to comprehend it and the man won’t even question it.

And then he loses it. He will instantly pick up the pace and push your legs up so he can get a good look at him going in and out of you, with your blood webbing over his dick. He’ll lean over to your ear and talk about how filthy you are, how beautiful your blood looks on yous skin, how you’ll have to clean up after the mess you made.

Usual name calling things, he’ll call you a dirty whore , messy slut, you’d be surprised at how creative he can get.

Lowkey degradation vibes.

Eyeless Jack:

As a former med student, Jack knows all about the body and what it does in certain situations. As a man eating demon thing he knows all about his own need to consume blood and flesh to live, which is why he’s…. Hesitant, to take your virginity.

He knows blood will rile him up so being the respectful man he is he’ll talk to you about it before you have sex for the first time. He’ll make sure you know all the terms and conditions and knowing him will probably whip out a form for you to sign saying you consent.

/hj

Nah fr tho, he’ll do lots of foreplay so you feel comfortable and prepared cuz he’s a big boy, to the point where you’re just like ‘😐 bro just get on with it.’ It’s not that he’s postponing it and avoiding actually having sex with you, he’s just worried for your safety and after a while the foreplay is more to help ease his spirits then prepare you for the potential dick down of your life.

The days or minutes of hours or whatever leading up to it he would totally just be reassuring himself that it’s going to be fine and you’re going to be fine and nothing bad will happen, but as he’s looking down at you now with the head of his cock slowly pushing into you, your tight virgin entrance squeezing around him until he’s finally able to sink fully into you, he has an awful feeling that he’s going to lose it.

For a second he thinks he’s safe, you’re face is slightly scrunched in pain but there’s no blood, right?

Wrong.

Very wrong.

He smells it first. A familiar metallic smell that he knows from every time he eats but a little sweeter, and at first he thinks he’ll be ok. Until he feels the blood.

He curls into you, his face into your shoulder as he breaths heavily into your neck. He’s trying so hard to just calm down, but you can tell from the grip he has on your waist that he can’t go on for much longer without going mental. He can feel and hear everything about you, from the tremble of your thighs to the pumping of blood in the artery in your neck. Your torso flush against his, the smell of your hair. He feels a rumbling growl in his throat as he instinctively thrust inwards, revelling in the feeling of your blood being pushed down his length.

‘Messy… so messy… so sweet…’

Nah you’ve lost him. He’ll start thrusting into you at a rapid pace, nails piercing your skin from how tight he’s holding you.

I honestly don’t think he’ll be able to form coherent words in this state, just a lot of growling and animalistic sounds, sometimes littered with curses and ‘dirty’ or ‘’s goin ev’reywherr… you’re- you’re cleaning this up.’

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[tang3r1n]

for @hystixia cause i just had a beautiful brain fart idea 💡

18+, dub/non con, breaking n entering, oral (m->f), jeff being gross, fingering, specifically chubbier reader!!

jeff but with a cute lil shy, chubby GEEKY bitch who wears blue light glasses cause she constantly glued to her phone and laptop. so much so she doesn’t even notice him following her in broad daylight, too engrossed in her latest internet obsession to notice him softly busting open her window and slipping in, definitely not paying attention to him and he slowly walks towards her innocently sinful form splayed out comfortably on her bed, headphone blaring an obscure anime intro so loud he can head the lyrics.

he brandished his signature knife n rips her away from the hypnotic blue hue of her screen, big ol’ doe eyes shining from the glare of her glasses as he grins maniacally and stares down at her, all comfy in her loose, worn t-shirt and skimpy skimpy shorts. he groans as she instantly starts begging, cock already throbbing in his tight jeans at how adorable her sweet pleading sounds.

jeff with a cute chubby geek who promises she won’t tell anyone if he just leave— even when he’s ripping her obviously sentimental short in two and using his (most likely bloody) knife to slice her shorts dangerously close to the puffy little prize between her thick thighs. he feel his body practically vibrating with pleasure at the sight of her fat jiggling while she pathetically squirmed as sobbed, horrified and knowingly docile in the face of his terrible, terrible evil.

jeff who folds his lil cute geek in half and dives into her chubby pussy, nose clumsily bumping against her little gem as his impossibly long tongue barged its way past her tight hole. the sensations were too much for his geeky loser, she thrashes more harshly now, whining and trying to push him off. his scars, marred and mangled as they were, tickled her thighs and his blunt nails dig in so hard they left thin trails of blood that slowly slipped past his pale hands and onto her bedsheets as he devoured her.

the disgustingly salacious noises of him eating her cunt made his geek’s tummy flutter as she felt queasy and horny all at once, body betraying her mind as she fought not to come apart in his heinous hold.

jeff who finger fucks his chubby loner so hard the slap of his palm against her sore clit made her arch, a stripe of pain shooting up her slide alongside the traitorous feeling of pure pleasure. he cooed down at her softly, uncharacteristically gentle as he brushed the stray hairs out of her face and fixed her glasses on right. it didn’t last long, the soft touch, as soon he grabbed her jaw and forced her to kiss his bloody, slick covered lips, pulling away just to hock and spit in her mouth.

jeff who loves loves loves it when she finally ums around his slender fingers, three shoved deep in her plush pussy walls as she convulsed around them, her mind finally giving into the forceful pleasure. eye rolled back, back arched beautifully, heavy breasts, thick thighs, and soft tummy shaking with the power of her rushed orgasm as he slowed his hand, massaging the soft walls of her now sticky cunt as she calmed down.

in her post-nut haze, she failed to notice him slipping his fingers out, already dozing off as she disgustingly sucked them clean, using the same fingers to repeat the process a few more times, obsessed with how his chubby geek’s cunt tasted on his villainous tongue.

he grinned as she snores softly, quickly snapping a photo of her disheveled self before pocketing a random pair of dirty (he can only hope) panties and slips back out into the night, locking her window back and leaving his mark on her window frame so no one else can perv on his cute, shy lil chubby geek <33

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[marycorcaroli]

18+, smut & fluff ♡

boyfriend!jeff, who gently kisses your thighs and moves up to your breasts to leave a few wet kisses on them.

boyfriend!jeff, licks you all over and leaves you a complete mess, your mouth open as silent moans and pleas for more come out of it. jeff moves up to you and licks your lips to then enclose you in a tender kiss.

boyfriend!jeff, who wishes he could be reborn and start his life over just for you, so that you wouldn't see his past and see what he did. he's sorry and begs for your forgiveness, kneeling down and kissing your feet. he's so bitter that after all the disgusting things he did, jeff met you, the man who could change his whole life.

boyfriend!jeff, holding you gently by the hand and showing you with his finger all the most beautiful constellations that remind him of you. jeff looks at you with eyes full of love and wants to capture this moment for eternity.

boyfriend!jeff, hugs you tightly and kisses the top of your head, breathing in your beautiful scent. he feels you sniffling on his chest and laughs a little, jeff is happy that your relationship has reached a new level, where you trust him enough to sleep next to him.

boyfriend!jeff, loves kissing you more than anything else. his palms wrap around your cheeks and pull you even closer to him, his lips meet yours in a beautiful dance and in this way jeff tells you what he can't say in words.

boyfriend!jeff, doesn't like rough sex, he doesn't want to hit you or leave too much hickey, what's the point? he wants you to feel how much he loves you, so his thrusts are pretty slow until you ask him to speed up, he says the sweetest little phrases in your ear to see how embarrassed you are and licks your nose, his palm rubs your nipple and makes you sob.

boyfriend!jeff, the cutest and it's canon.

#🧊🫐 ! mary's writing ! #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer #jeff x reader #jeff the killer smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta

[lordprettyflackotara]

criminal || Jeff the killer

smut 18+, minors dni, PLEASE READ: TW: CNC, FACE FUCKING, gun play?, bank robbery, kidnapping at the end

Jeff the killer knew he was good at what he did.

He was good at killing people quickly.

Or making them suffer, depending on which he was in the mood for.

What Jeff wasn’t good at however, was two things.

1. Listening to an order.

2. Having patience.

Of course he tried his hardest to suck it up, listening to almost all of Slender’s commands without a second thought.

Those commands usually involved things he was good at.

Except for today.

Jeff grumbled unhappily to himself in the front seat of the toyota Ben managed to buy off of craigslist.

Robbery was the proxies job, not Jeff’s.

So imagine Jeff’s surprise when his latest order was to rob the local bank right before closing.

It wasn’t that the mission was hard.

Yet, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed that he was chosen for the job.

Eyeless Jack had been chosen as his getaway driver. Not out of choice but out of convenience.

Apparently Masky had been shot a couple of times the last mission they were on and Hoody has been moping around ever since. Since Toby wasn’t trusted enough to complete this kind of task alone, Jeff was the next runner up in Slender’s eyes.

Tasks like this were the closest Slenderman could get to getting Jeff as a proxy. So naturally he took what he could.

EJ was never normally a blabber to Jeff. Whether or not Jeff would come and say it outright, EJ was probably his favorite at the mansion. He wasn’t insufferable, usually keeping to himself and complying with Jeff’s odd favors.

However during this car ride, Jeff couldn’t help but consider Eyeless Jack to be yapping.

For some odd reason, EJ wasn’t in the mood to be ignoring Jeff’s usual disdain and grumpiness. Instead he chose to ramble on about his latest kill and the medical discoveries he had made.

On a typical Tuesday evening Jeff would’ve told him to shut the fuck up. But he was so miserable being assigned this task in the first place, he found himself holding his tongue.

The dim street lights were the only source of light on the street they rode down, the car not having headlights. Ben deemed them not to be necessary. It was almost comical watching EJ try to navigate the road without them.

Jeff unhappily reached into the glovebox, pulling out a black face mask and pair of sunglasses. If he had things go his way, he would’ve been wearing a ski mask. Unfortunately Slender disagreed, his concern revolving around not even making it into the bank itself.

He shoved the face mask on, the tips of his raw uncut smile peaking out near his ears. He put the sunglasses on, before grabbing the traditional black sack and hand gun Masky had lent him. Jeff thought the 1930’s sack was a little lame, but it was practical.

Jeff forced himself out of the car, quietly shutting the door behind him. EJ rolled down the window, deciding to remind Jeff of what they were doing.

“Alright look, just go in there, get the money so we can go,” EJ said firmly, the words catching Jeff’s attention.

Jeff mumbled an annoyed agreement, deciding it would be best to go ahead and walk on in.

“Hey Jeff?” EJ called. Jeff gritted his teeth in irritation, quickly turning around.

“What?!”

If EJ had eyes, he would’ve rolled them.

“Don’t kill nobody this time,”

Jeff shoved off his request, shoving his last mission filling in for the proxies in the back of his mind. It wasn’t his fault that Slender put him on a proxy mission. He also didn’t specify that he had to leave all the hostages alive.

Jeff muttered curses under his breath, mainly insulting EJ, before deciding to whistle.

He strolled into the bank casually, the hand gun tucked into his back waistband.

You were closing up for the night, the sight of Jeff annoying you. You had counted every drawer except for your own, and now you’d have to stay past closing. You brushed off your pencil skirt, painting on your best customer service smile.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You asked. You were puzzled by Jeff’s appearance, the sunglasses throwing you off. You wanted to assume the best, thinking he possibly blind and cautious of infections.

Jeff could hardly contain his excitement once he saw you. You had such a lovely face, your smile bright and filling him with ease. Your delicious thighs were covered by your black pencil skirt, your hair in a tight professional ponytail. He was smiling under his mask, a genuine one that wasn’t carved on.

“I’d like to make a withdrawal,” Jeff said calmly, his voice smooth like butter. His eyes scanned the bank quickly, realizing you were the only one there. Jeff mentally cursed to himself as he realized he hadn’t gotten out of the mansion much lately.

He could feel heat rushing to his cheeks as he looked at you, your curious eyes searching his covered face for further elaboration. Even in your modest uniform, Jeff could see your natural curves. How long had it been since he had been around a normal girl? One without a clock for an eye or burnt pale skin like his?

“Sir are you okay-” You began to ask, before your eyes fluttered down to his crotch. His boner was poking not so discreetly through his black jeans, your face flushing pink. Your surprised look snapped Jeff out of his daze, causing him to quickly yank his gun out of his back waistband.

“Put the fucking money in the bag bitch and no one gets hurt,” Jeff growled, shoving the bag at you. Fear crashed down over you like a violent wave as tears prickled in your eyes quickly. Your hands shook as you grabbed the keys to your cash drawer, struggling to insert the key into the keyhole.

Jeff watched in awe as you struggled to miss the keyhole for a third time. He rolled his eyes. “Useless bitch do I have to do everything? Give it to me,” He sighed. You held out the keys hesitantly, your body shaking in fear and an odd arousal as you heard him talk more. He unlocked the cash drawer, before turning his attention back to you.

“I’m not going to touch it. Put it in the fucking sack before I blow your head off,” Jeff spat. He stepped out of the way, his boner not going down. You grabbed handfuls of cash, shoving them in Jeff’s sack. He watched as you bent over, your ass looking great through your tight uniform.

“Please don’t kill me,” You whispered, tears finally falling from your waterline. Jeff contemplated his options, remembering Slenderman’s and EJ’s warnings. You were cute after all, even for a little bank teller.

“Maybe we can work something out doll,” Jeff’s pale hand stroked your face as you shoved more stacks of money into the bag. His touch felt disgusting, but his words were like pure honey. “What d-do you want?” You stuttered. You finished emptying out your drawer, turning to him and handing him the money.

Jeff towered over you, his ashy black hair hanging over his forehead and top of his sunglasses.

“Well doll, you’ve created a problem for me you see,” Jeff purred. He grabbed your tiny hand, placing it over his aching boner. Just your touch was enough to make him shift in place. Your face went bright red, your eyes widening. “I c-can’t just let you fuck me. There are cameras everywhere. I’ll be humiliated-” You began rambling, afraid that this conversation wasn’t a negation.

Jeff glanced down at the plentiful stacks of money in the bag, figuring spending a few extra minutes with you would be a decent reward. “I’m a man of compromise,” Jeff offered. He was itching to pull the trigger on the gun he was holding at your head, but taking out a camera or two would have to do for now.

He shot at the cameras on each side behind the desk, leaving only the main one in the lobby on. Jeff mentally thanked Masky for the silencer on his main gun, as it gave him more time with you. “No cameras, and as much as i’d love to ruin your tight pussy, no sex. Knees doll,” Jeff grunted. He was having a hard time adjusting to negation with a regular human, but your puppy eyes full of tears were just too darling for him to ignore.

You wanted to be disgusted by the situation, to be kicking and screaming. But something about Jeff, the way he talked and moved had you aching for more. Your bare knees hit the raw carpet, promising rug burn on your skin. Your hands were still shaking as you began to undo his belt, the killer staring down at you eagerly.

You slowly unzipped his zipper, the two of you working together to pull down his pants. “I don’t have all night,” Jeff told you impatiently. You squirmed to have him fully revealed in front of you, his cock hard in front of your face. His tip was a pinkish color, while the rest of his shaft matched the rest of his pale white skin. You slowly took him in your mouth, screwing your eyes shut. Jeff let out a quiet groan, a string of curses following behind it.

“Nuh uh doll, open those pretty eyes f’me,” Jeff ordered, trying to sound stern as you bobbed your head up and down his cock. You weren’t half bad for a little bank teller, your nipples poking through your button up as you struggled to keep your eyes on the man standing before you. Jeff grabbed your slicked back ponytail, forcing you to take more of him.

“Thats it, take it all,” Jeff murmured, licking his lips under his mask. You forced your jaw to go slack, his fingers tightly yanking at your hair. “I’d relax if I were you, unfortunately for you I don’t have all night,” Jeff sighed. You almost raised one eyebrow, before his shaft forced itself down your throat. Your waterline filled with tears immediately, your nose touching his black curls.

Jeff sighed in relief at the sensation of your tight throat, his hips beginning to buck on their own. You listened obediently, staring up at him as he throat fucked you. You struggled to breathe, a burning sensation clouding your nose. “You know, you’re actually pretty good at this,” Jeff snickered. He pulled out briefly, offering you the reward of breathing.

You gasped like a fish out of water, inhaling as much oxygen as you could. A foul mixture of saliva and drool pooled under the carpet beneath you, soaking it. Jeff considered praising you, complimenting how pretty you looked like this. Your face all red, hair messy, covered in tears and spit. But as the thought crossed his mind, there was only one other thing he would like your face coated in.

Jeff forced your head back onto his cock, continuously face fucking you as he pleased. He could feel himself getting closer, his hips stuttering. In the far distance he heard the sound of police sirens, causing him to grit his teeth in annoyance. “I’d love to paint your face doll, but I can’t leave any DNA behind. You understand right?” Jeff asked mockingly.

You almost mentally asked what he meant, before his tip hit the back of your throat one final time. His seed was warm and salty, causing you to gag at the slightest taste your tongue had the displeasure of sensing. He stayed lodged in your throat for a moment, enjoying watching you struggle to swallow him all.

Jeff snickered as he pulled out of your mouth, your knees raw with rug burn and your throat desperately trying to swallow his cum.

You panted as you looked up at him, the police sirens getting closer. He fixed himself up, extending a hand for you to take. You stared at him curiously, forgetting your situation and taking his hand.

“I’m not allowed to kill anyone. And now that you’ve seen me, you’re a liability,” Jeff told you. Your eyes darted back and forth at his sunglasses, searching for a look of his orbs.

“Looks like you’re going to have to come with me. You’ve grown on me anyways,” Jeff huffed. In a swift motion he threw you over his shoulder, dragging you and the bag of money to EJ’s car.

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[scenezfreak]

Jeff eating you out but stopping occasionally to leave bite marks and hickies on your thighs just to hear you beg for him to continue. But when he does continue he overstimulates you until you’re gripping his hair to try and get him away. (He won’t stop until he sees you cry)

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #smut #creepypasta smut #jeff the killer smut

[the-floral-perspective]

What gets the creepy pasta men going?

:Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Jeff the killer, laughing Jack, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Jason the toymaker, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Homicidal Liu x fem reader

Eyeless Jack

-skirts, oversized hoodies.

-Jack likes when your easily available. Like when you wear skirts he can just finger you whenever he feels (with consent) and oversized hoodies are just another way for his possessiveness to thrive. He can’t help but get turned on whenever you wear those.

Ben Drowned

-Smoking with you.

-Ben is a total stoner, and seeing you be able to handle the smoke just turns his gears. He thinks it’s so hot to see you blow the smoke out and has definitely asked you to blow smoke into his mouth.

Jeff the Killer

-you getting pissed off.

-Jeff generally is the horniest creepypasta 100%. So things like you getting (silent) road rage. He just knows that when your pissed off the sex’ll be so much more passionate than usual.

Laughing Jack

-LJ is into crop tops.

-he specifically really likes crop tops without bras, so that he can see the bottoms of your boobs poking out from under your top. He’s definitely a boob guy too, and will go into his human form simply to fondle you (so his claws don’t hurt) not even just sexually either, he just really likes touching, feeling, licking and sucking boobs.

Dr Smiley

-info dumps

-Dr smiley LOVE when you know your shit. No matter what it is, he’ll kiss you for your random knowledge or anything. It just sends him into a rut about how smart you are. He loves maturity and creativity, so whenever you info dump sometimes he can’t help but get needy.

Puppeteer

-sassiness

-the puppeteer doesn’t believe that fun is something you can have without restraint. Being naturally intrusive, as long as he has your full consent, he loves when you talk back and sass him. Your sassiness just makes him want to pin you against the wall. Not really as punishment either, just because he gets overwhelmed with how much he likes you and your stubbornness.

Jason the Toymaker

-knives/cooking

-Jason definitely has a specific sort of kink towards knives and intricate movements. He’s really into elegant acts and delicate designs, being naturally aesthetic and all. Cooking involves intricacy, you also just look cute in a tight black apron, completed relaxed and unaware of the horny redhead sneaking behind you.

Ticci Toby

-lipstick

-specifically, he likes lipstick marks and hickeys. Giving hickeys feel just as good but my god, the aftermath of seeing his neck makes him ready for round two in the shower. He also likes seeing your lipstick in places no one else would see, like around and on his dick. It just drives him crazy.

Masky

-optimism

-Masky needs to have a lighthearted balance in his life sometimes and having you around to give him that balance makes him incredibly thankful. He just wants to preserve your optimism and fuck you silly, you deserve it for being such a pretty little bee.

Hoodie

-surprise affection

-Hoodie loves to receive surprise affection, he likes being the object of cuteness aggression. It just makes him equally as desperate to kiss you and hug you, so whenever you randomly just kiss him he just can’t help himself but to start thrusting into the air. He’s just desperate, poor him, am I aright? :(

Homicidal Liu

-tied back hair

-this mf gets excited whenever you put your hair up to do ANYTHING. He loves being able to see your face and see it be ruined. He’s just so attracted to you. He likes playing and pulling with your hair too. Especially loves tugging on it as you go down on him. Yeah he’s horny.

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[endious]

TETANUS.

SUMMARY 、YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T MESS WITH JEFF. ESPECIALLY WHEN HIS POSSESSION IS INVOLVED.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、NONCON/DUBCON, DEGRADATION, SLIGHT PRAISE, KNIFEPLAY, FOREIGN OBJECT PENETRATION, FORCED ORGASM, HUMILIATION, VOICE KINK, DACRYPHILIA, SPITTING

NOTES 、he’s heavy on the brain </3

You were just bored is all. Staring up at the dark ceiling of his equally as dark and odd room, you sigh and roll onto your side on the bed. Jeff glances at you, momentarily tearing his eyes away from his knife he was inspecting.

“What’s up with you?” He scoffs, a brow raised as he stares at you for a few more moments as you let out an exaggerated whine and give him a small pout.

“I’m bored, Jeff.” “Is that my problem?” You sit upright nearly instantly, mouth open and brows furrowed as he holds back a chuckle at the defensive look you give him.

You huff through your nose, words falling short on your tongue as you think for a moment and glance at the knife in his hands that he’s put all his attention back onto once again. Sometimes you considered throwing it out his window and hoping it disappeared for good. Suddenly it’s like a lightbulb flickered on in your head and you straighten your posture a bit, focusing your eyes on the bed as to not look obvious of your plans before abruptly snatching the knife from him and actually getting it out of his deathlike grip.

He lets out a small growl of annoyance as you bounce off the bed and stand up holding it in your much smaller hands it. You could wrap your fingers around the handle but it felt weird holding such a dangerous object as you eyed it curiously before giving Jeff a mischievous grin.

“Funny.” He says flatly, brows twitching in annoyance as he narrows his eyes at you. “Give it back, doll.”

“Nuh uh.” You giggle out, moving it around in the open air in front of you with a playful smile. He gets up too fast for you to properly process but your hands fly behind your back, trying to keep the weapon from him as he looms over you.

“I won’t tell you again.” His voice has a dangerous edge to it, a warning and threat for what he’d if you didn’t listen and obey but you felt defiant. You wanted something exciting to happen. You were bored after all.

“Nope I’m—” “Doll.” He leans down, nose mere inches from your own as he glares at you and you feel a shiver go down your spine as you hold the knife close to your back as if you were protecting it from him. His arms are by his sides as if he didn’t plan to move a muscle to make you give it back. 

You feel increasingly nervous now as you let out a unsure chuckle and give him a hesitant look. Your eyes sparkle with curiosity though, as if you wanted to see what would happen if you kept the act up. Your voice is quiet, only loud enough for him to hear, “You’re just gonna have to take it from me, Jeff Mason.” The added teasing lilt as his name rolls off your tongue and you purposely flutter your lashes at him is the cherry on top. 

He feels something snap within himself, his arms circling you and gripping your wrist tight enough to leave a bruise and it surprises you and makes your hold on the blade falter and it gives him the opening he needs to snatch it from you. His other hand grabs your upper arm rough enough to pinch your skin under his grasp as he huffs out angry breaths, silent as he forces you towards the bed and shoves you into it. You yelp in surprise and try to push yourself up and off but he pushes a hand against your lower back keeping you there.

“No, you don’t get to move.” He says before pulling on your arm once more and moving you toward the center of the bed. You think he’s about to straddle you and threaten you for taking his knife but he doesn’t. Instead, he moves between your legs, forcing them open as he holds his knife above your stomach but wasn’t in a threatening manner and you didn’t get the impression that he’d genuinely stab it through your gut right then and there at the very least.

He grins at the look in your eyes, the way you hold your breath while anticipating what he’d do. You couldn’t read Jeff at all and at times like these it made you nervous when you didn’t know if he was going to change up on you or not. You damn nearly regret fucking around with him to get a reaction to ease your boredness in the first place.

His eyes flick down to your body, raking down it until his eyes land on your shorts and he hooks the tip of his knife under the hem. “You’re a dirty slut y’know.” He chuckles, a crazed glint in his eyes as he sees you visibly tense up at the sound of fabric slowly being torn through. “Real fuckin’ attention whore.”

His knife rips through your shorts like it was nothing and he tugs the ruined material off you and let’s it fall somewhere on the floor. He presses the flat of the cool steel against your clothed cunt and your breath hitches in your throat as your fingers press into the mattress. He grins sinister at you, slowly sliding the blade up until he jabs it through your shirt in an instant that makes you gasp in fear for a moment. It’s near your face, aimed right between your eyes before he pulls back and rips through the rest of your shirt and exposes your bare breasts to his greedy eyes.

“What perfect fuckin’ tits,” He groans, groping them without caring that the odd hold he now has on the knife leaves it resting on your collarbones as he grips your breasts roughly and tugs on your perky nips as you arch off the bed with short gasps at the tingles of pleasure. He moves his hand away along with the knife, pressing it against your side as he leans down and sucks hard on your bud making you whimper. His other hand grabs at your other breast as he bites almost experimentally hard making you hiss a breath and try to squirm away but that only makes the sharp side of his knife poke into your delicate skin more.

“Jeff—! haah, what’re you doing?” You manage to get out, gripping the sheets as he swirls his tongue around your nipple and sucks before releasing with a small pop ! He grins at you, eyes locking with yours and that hungry look in his eyes makes your stomach do flops.

“‘m gonna teach ya a lesson.” He sits up and drags his knife down your stomach, pushing it just a bit into the skin to see you tense your abdomen in anticipation of a sting from being cut but it never comes and it isn’t too long after that he dips his free hand’s index under the band of your panties. He tugs it up and off you, letting it dangle on one of your ankles as your legs start to tremble. He presses a warm hard to the back of your thigh before moving his hand down to your embarrassingly wet pussy. “Already wet? Heh, you dirty bitch.” He chuckles, that odd manic lilt to the sound as he drags his index over your slit before spreading your pussy lips so he got a nice view of you clenching around nothing.

His lips curl up into a dark smile, eyes half lidded as he watches your cunt drool that sweet sticky arousal of yours and you can’t see much of what he’s doing as your eyes focus on his face. What was he going to do to punish you? Overstimulate you? Edge you? Leave you high and dry? The possibilities fill your mind as you try to read his thoughts but it’s impossible.

Until you feel something blunt and cold pressed to your entrance.

You squirm, trying to wriggle away until his hand grips your hip tight as he growls. “Stop movin’. You’re gonna take it.”

“I don’t want that in me!” You exclaim but in a hushed tone, brows furrowed as you give him a bewildered look and prop yourself up on your elbows. You try to ignore the way his possessive grip on your hip makes your brain turn to mush.

“You think I fuckin’ care about what you want?” He sneers as he presses the tip of the handle against your pussy again, his hand wrapped around the blade of it as if he wasn’t worried about it slicing through his palm. “You’re gonna take it like the slutty bitch you are, got it? I’ll fuckin’ do a lot worse than this if I have to, doll.” You reluctantly shrink back, unable to meet his angry stare that lasts a few more seconds before he’s moving his hand back down and spreading your cunt out to have it on full display.

“I wanna see how this slutty pussy takes it.” He practically groans out in a low voice before pushing the tip into your pussy experimentally with a sick smile on his face.

Your eyes widen at the intrusion, biting your lip at the sting. “Y-you’re not gonna prepare me?” You struggle to get out, a little confused but the dark grin he gives you makes your body shiver.

“You don’t deserve it, filthy bitch.” He spats as he wedges it deeper into you making you whine as your head falls back against the mattress and your brows furrow at the foreign feeling. “That’s it, just take it f’me.”

Your face scrunches up and it’s difficult to tell if it’s from discomfort or building pleasure. You think it’s a mix of both because as much as you didn’t like the idea of such an object being inside of you, the overwhelming pressure of being filled makes your belly twist in knots as you fight back a small moan.

Jeff’s cock twitches and throbs in his slacks as he watches your cunt hungrily swallow up the thickness of the handle the more he forced it to take, until the entire hilt is buried deep inside your pulsating heat as he holds the cool steel tight and pulls it out halfway before roughly pushing it back in and ripping a moan out of you in the process.

He thrusts it in over and over, an unrelenting pace set from the very start that you struggle to keep up with as tears flood your vision and you gasp out in pleasure, his name is in the tip of your tongue but you fight back giving him the satisfaction of hearing you moan out his name so early on.

“Look at you, just a filthy an’ cockhungry whore taking my knife like you were made for it.” He tilts his head, black hair cascading around his face as he watches the handle shove its way into you and bumping against your cervix. The slight pressure of it hitting the delicate thing has whimpers bubbling in the back of your throat as you shudder. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeff though. “Such a sensitive cervix, huh? Gonna cry when I hit it again? Hm?” Now he’s purposely aiming to bump it roughly and it makes you cry out as tears brim the corners of your eyes and you start to repeat his name like a mantra.

“J-Jeff, please— haah! ‘s too much, stop it!” You beg, tears falling down your face and he groans at the sight, pushing the knife handle impossibly deeper to reach those sensitive spots that have your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut.

“‘m not gonna stop. You can do it, doll. Be a good slut f’me and take it all.” He drawls out as if he’s mocking you for your inability to handle his forceful thrusts that have you turning to mush. You moan like a whore, panting and babbling as tears blur your vision and your brows furrow in pleasure.

He scoffs as he watches your chest rise and fall in quick breaths. The slick squelching sounds coming from your pussy is nearly driving him insane as he grips the sharp knife tight and feels a sting in his palm as he keeps thrusting it into your sopping heat. “You’re my dirty bitch aren’t you? C’mon, say it.”

You give him a pleading look, feeling lightheaded from the pleasure as your lips part and you struggle to get the words out, “‘m your, ngh, dirty bitch.”

“There you go. Dirty fuckin’ whore.” He suddenly turns aggressive, almost sounding angry but it’s a sick and twisted animalistic growl as his other hand moves from spreading your lower lips apart to rolling your clit in fast circles with his thumb. You cry out, babbling and begging as you squirm on the bed and grip onto the sheets to ground yourself.

“Stop! I don’t wan’ cum around it! P-please, Jeff s-stop— haah, stop it!” He only chuckles darkly as you beg and sob, one of your hands grip at his wrist but it’s impossible to stop him or pull his hand away. You see a glimmer of red in his eyes past his dark hair that’s curtained over his face. It’s one of the few moments you’ve actually got to witness the color change from a pale grayish blue to a crimson red and it seems to fit the animalistic way he’s always really been on the inside.

His thumb rolls your bundle of nerves around as your velvety walls constrict around the knife making him have to pull and push with a bit more force behind it than before. “Yeah, keep cryin’ like that. Tell me to stop, c’mon, doll.” He’s mocking you and it’s adding to the fire flickering in your gut as your body tightens up. You try to beg out again, the words caught on your tongue and stopped as your eyes roll back and you’re forced over the edge. Your thighs tremble and your cunt oozes creamy fluid around his knife as you moan out his name and dig your nails into his wrist.

“What a dirty fuckin’ bitch, huh?” He chuckles out, pulling the knife out shortly after and examining the sticky fluid on it with a twisted grin. He looks down at you, glassy eyes and pupils blow wide as you try to recollect yourself before you feel something wet pushed against your bottom lip and smearing over it.

“Go on, suck it off.” He orders and you’d feel embarrassed if it weren’t for the afterglow of coming that has you following his demand obediently, your tongue lolling out to give it a long lick just to tease him and yet he ends your fun by forcing it past your lips and gagging you with it momentarily. 

He watched as you suck on the handle, getting a sick kick out of it before pulling it from your practically drooling mouth. He flips it around in his hand and holds the blade that has a smear of fresh blood on it from his hand to your neck and forcing you to lay back once more. You whine in discomfort and protest, already knowing what he’s going to do and he clicks his tongue at you.

“Quit it. I’m gonna dump my load in you and you’re gonna take it,” He squishes your face with his other hand, pursing your lips in the process before spitting on them and smearing it with his thumb. “like a good little bitch.”

#jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x y/n #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #creepypasta smut #jeff mason x reader #the morgue files #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta #jeff the killer x you

[hunbun03]

May I ask when the Jeff fic is gonna get finished?🥺

Ahh! It's finally done and hopefully not too late! ♡♡♡ I hope you enjoy my first fic of 2023!!

ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕁𝔼𝔽𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔼ℝ ♡

warning: rough rough sex, BIG DEGRADATION STUFF, hair-pulling, it’s hate sex with a murderer sooooo, pain, fat-shaming??, you domming jeff???, use of feminine names and anatomy, unwanted cream pie, nipple biting and sucking, lot of biting, public kinda sex like you could get caught!, overall general nastiness, BARELY EDITED SMUT!

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: around 4k

ℚ𝕌𝕀ℂ𝕂 𝕃𝕀𝕃 𝔹𝕌𝕃𝕃𝔼𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋-

Jeff is a little shit- You know it. I know it.

Sooooo He teases the absolute fuck out of you! when you two aren’t fucking or at least making out: he won’t let you hear the end of it-

“You hate me huh?” “You don’t seem to hate me slut.”

People at the mansion would never guess that you two hook up most nights- since both of you are at each other throats insulting each other for everything under the sun.

Something about the insults, the yelling and the hard grip he had on you made you wet. Made you quiver, made you want this man that you hated.

You hated this man but couldn’t truly express that while you were clawing up the counter tops, him behind you rutting into your needy cunt hard.

you both needed this release.

You still hated each other.

Y’all just needed this just this once!!your bodies took ahold of you! This would be the last night of it.

until you two did it again

and again

fine- maybe you liked it more than what you wanted to admit.

♡♡♡

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠!! ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣:

It was early morning in the mansion, and the sun was barely poking its head over the old windowsills; It provided enough light for you to creep through the sleeping house, the only sound was the sharp creaks of the aged wooden floor. The nerves made you walk slower and they didn't truly settle until the pads of your feet touched the almost ice-like tile of the kitchen.

The kitchen was darker than the rest of the house, it was completely devoid of the warm peeks of the sunrise due to the thick curtains. You placed your hand flat on the wall and blindly felt around for seemingly a minute while you stared into the void that was the kitchen currently. Past a certain pattern of bumps: The tip of your finger thumped into the thick light switch, and in a flash, the odd staring contest with the darkness ended.

You beelined straight for the fridge which looked worse for wear. Slenderman doesn't make any unnecessary purchases, it still worked good so why buy a prettier one. Sure, it was tough to get it open but a hefty push from your sleep-riddled arms was just enough for this morning.

The buzzing lightbulb in the fridge made you press your eyes tight together and squeezed the remaining sleep out of them. Once again you were back in the dark, giving your eyes time to adjust from the soft light of the peeking sun and the sickly dim yellow lights above to the now almost heavenly fridge light.

Lucky for you, It only took a second.

And there it was: All of the food in the house currently. The cabinets were pretty bare aside from cleaning products and dishes that weren't either in the dishwasher or being used as makeshift tupper-ware. Standing there and soaking up that light that once blinded you. There were a couple of items your eyes were flicking between; A neat plastic container that held some sort of pasta, a tin foiled-wrapped paper plate mystery, and an unwrapped probably stale mash potatoes from a leftover tv dinner. Absolutely none of it looked particularly appetizing but the grumbling in your stomach didn't at all care, but before you could reach for one of your choices for breakfast your appetite dropped.

"Getting a nice tan, fat-ass?"

The hunger subsided but your stomach filled with the same feeling it always had when you heard that nails on a chalkboard voice of his. Of course, Jeff had to be the only one awake just to spite you when you think the whole house is asleep. You clenched your teeth tight until you felt a slight whirring in your jaw, hopefully, he would fuck off if you didn't respond but that only seemed to spur him on more.

"What are you now, deaf? C'mon toots you know how to say good morning the right way," Jeff's voice still had the sleepiness rasp to it. "Don't ya?"

Honestly, if it wasn't for him being so annoying you would find it quite sexy.

"What's the proper way to say good morning then?" Your voice was also raspy, it was the first thing you said this morning. Too bad that you wasted it on Jeff.

Jeff liked the raspiness more than he would admit, it reminded him of how you tend to scratch up your throat during your guy's screaming matches and how much worse it would get when you were screaming for a different reason. The very thought of a possible fuck made him want to start poking those few buttons he knew.

"Not fucking ignoring me for starters," Jeff smirked against the already scarred smile, making it stretch more. "And giving me a big smile babe."

Your eyes rolled before you even looked back at Jeff. He was leaning against the door frame, his black plaid pajama pants were hanging low on his thin build. The white tank of his was tighter than what you would think, all of it revealed his belly and revealed your favorite part personally: That thick happy trail of his which led to your second favorite part.

You flashed him the most fake smile you could muster, lips stretching against your teeth with how grand you were making it, "Uh-huh."

He couldn't help but smile back before biting his lower lip, Jeff's eyes were glued to your stretched lips. He leaned in closer to you, watching how your lips twitched against the strain "Uh-huh~"

Just as fast as you put that smile on, it dropped into your resting face aside from your lips which were in a slight frown. "Like calling me a fat-ass is such a better way, bleach boy."

It was now his turn for his eyes to roll, "Real mature Toots."

"Oh shove it up your ass Jeff."

Annoyance aside, he was genuinely letting his semi speak for him, and the way you insulted him almost made his semi not a semi anymore. Still, he needed another screaming match to fully get into the mood; deep down, he knew that you needed it too.

"A better way to say good morning to me toots is by sucking my cock."

Your face was stuck in disbelief, your eyes flicked up and down his whole being. You were dumbfounded but when you saw a noticeable bulge in his pajama pants you immediately knew why he was saying this. You let disgust run all over your body, the only thing you wanted in you right now was food and even that was iffy since your appetite was draining by the second while you were with him.

"Really Jeff? As if I'll put that thing in my mouth- won't even reach past my gums." You sneered, looking away from him and towards the empty cabinets, a smirk came across your face.

Jeff rolled his eyes, annoyed but turned on even more now. He came closer to you, now standing in front of you. Towering over you even though he wasn't the tallest guy in the house but here, compared to you he was. He was currently taking up your side view, It made your breath hitched slightly, and the excitement rumbled in a ball in your chest, you felt it every time you breathe.

"You weren't saying that last time doll, you know that." Jeff's sleepiness rasp to his voice was actually sending tingles down your spine, just the excitement of getting into not actually an argument but a bickerment was enough to get over the hatred you had for this man, and get into the pure lust you had instead.

"Who got overwhelmed by my size? screaming about how big it was huh?" Jeff was still teasing you and seemingly his craved smile stretched even wider when he caught your cheeks starting to redden.

He only wants to continue this. wanting to see how red your cheeks would get.

"I saw how your little tummy bulged out when I was absolutely balls deep in you, Doll." Jeff couldn't help but smile more. Now his actual smile was now mocking his carved one.

You couldn't stop the blood rushing to your cheeks causing them to mimick the color now. The redder they got the cockier Jeff got. His ego was inflating and he wouldn't stop until you were naked and squirming underneath him.

"Shut up Jeff. I swear." You murmured, barely able to get it out of your mouth. You swear that the heat from your cheeks was getting in the way of talking, Jeff picked up on this as well and it only pushed him to keep teasing you.

"Come on now can't defend yourself now? Come onnn call me stupid or something sweetface."

Before you could even get a word out he continued.

"See absolutely speechless because of me teasing you? Wow, would never thought that I would see the day that Y/N didn't have anything to say."

He looks proud of himself but a better word for it would be cocky, you thought. He kept going on about his small victory and soon his words snuffed the heat right out of your cheeks. You needed to shut him up somehow before his cockiness also snuffed out your lust. Thankfully, you had just the idea.

You pushed him into the wall, cutting him off in the midst of another boast. You looked up at him with a devilish smirk as you gently pulled up his white tank revealing his lean but toned body, and that happy trail as well. When the shock subsided he immediately got the hint, smirking down at you, while his eyes watched you carefully.

Your hand slid down his pajama pants feeling that same semi he had while you were insulting him. Now you could feel the effect that you always knew you had on him. You, almost at a painstaking pace started to rub his cock. as you started to kiss all over his chest. Sloppy wet kisses, leaving a trail of slight purple bruises as the blood rose to his snow-white skin.

He could only groan softly, keeping his voice hushed because y'all were next to the kitchen door: He couldn't let anyone see him like this, pinned up against the wall, shirt pushed up his chest and you teasing him. He couldn't be seen especially with you. His pride wouldn't possibly let the entire mansion or a single person know that he could stand for a second or even a quick fuck.

The kisses got meaner with time, now biting into his surprisingly soft skin which made it a lot harder for him to conceal his moans and groans.

"Fuck.. Doll." He whined which made you smile against his ribcage. The noise was delicious, and you didn't expect that you would get that from Jeff of all people.

A soft giggle left your lips and was muffled by the bruised flesh currently in your teeth. Your hand that rubbed his semi-to-a-full erection paused its movements as you got an idea that would be rather fun to execute and hopefully get another delicious whine from him.

Your lips left his ribcage and your teeth left their marks in the now red-purple love bruise. Your lips made a trail of now soft and sweet kisses up his chest. No one could tell that you hated this man with how soft you were being in this moment.

You paused when your mouth hovered over his right nipple. Your eyes flicked up to meet his and he looked mostly confused why you stopped kissing him. He liked it despite how rough you were. Little did he know what you had in mind.

"Doll- what are yo-"

You cut him off but wrapped your pretty lips around his nipple and gently sucked on it like he had done to you during past hookups. You ever so slightly let your tongue graze again the hardening pebble.

Pitiful groans came from Jeff's mouth, he was shocked that he could muster up these sounds.

With a wet plop, you stopped sucking, leaving Jeff to scramble to catch his breath and thoughts. When he looked like he had a smidge of it back, you had your two front teeth and bottom teeth around the now reddish pink bud, the color similar to your blush from earlier.

A groan that ended off with a high pitch whine when you started to roll the bud in between your teeth, wriggling your tongue on the top part.

"Fuuuck Duh-Duh... Doll."

That free hand of yours had a similar mind as it went up to his lone nipple gently flicking it and pinching it.

Jeff was a blushing mess, happy that your view was only on his chest cause he would have hated to see your reaction to him like this.

You didn't stop until his right nipple was bright red and slightly puffy.

Jeff reached for your face which had some drool pouring out of your mouth and onto his chest. He absolutely didn't care, pulling you up to his height by your face so he could roughly make out with you. His scarred skin rubbed against yours, tounges smashed together and so did moans. Accidentally bumping teeth when either of you got a little too excited.

You struggled some with the height difference and the way you felt like you were just held up by your neck, so during the make-out, you climbed him like the bean pole he was. He easily helped you: his hands grabbing massive greedy heaps of your thighs, squeezing it hard to start making his own marks on your body.

Drool seeped out from the corners of y'alls mouths.

Finally, he pulled away so your lungs could take gulps of air. He moved to your neck where your pulse was beating the strongest and started biting and sucking: His hands moved to one of his personal favorite body parts of yours: your ass. His hands which looked to be made for piano left imprints.

Your moans filled the kitchen now and weren't the least bit quiet: fuelling him to carry you to the old island in the middle of the kitchen and plopped your bruised ass on the yellowed marble counter.

His greedy mouth traveled down your chest leaving wide 'O' shaped burst blood vessels. You felt your body warming up, you couldn't see all too well, blinded by lust. All that mattered was taking this man in every way y'all saw fit.

Jeff ripped open your shirt, sloppily sucking on your breasts in any way they could fit in his mouth. he didn't care what part he just wanted to suck on them and also for them to be marked since you did one hell of a job on his chest.

"Jefff fuuuck~"

"Now you're moaning my name toots." He said his voice muffled by your marked flesh still halfway in his mouth. "Good." He huffed, his mouth now going lower.

He left a couple marks on your tummy, didn't want to spend too much time there but didn't want to leave it bare. He couldn't wait. He wanted to taste you. To swirl his tongue around in your insides. quite hastily he pulled your underwear down to around your ankles and threw your legs over his shoulders: making you lay your warm naked back against the cold marble which made your nipples hard and that caught his attention.

He flicked his eyes back up to your breasts, taking in the sight before he reached out and grabbed them roughly leaving the same hand-shaped imprints.

His eyes looked wild as ever. the pupil constricted into a pin-point like a parrot who just learned how to say "fuck". Those wild eyes traced your body from your tits down to your pussy, pretty and glistening from all the excitement and fun y'all had earlier. He reached down, gently taking his index finger and rubbing the slit of your cunt. From how he grabbed you earlier you weren't expecting this. How he so delicately touched you as if you were a brittle piece of bone, threatening to snap

You greedily tried to move your hips, trying to push yourself against his hand so you could feel more. The red flush on your face now was out of frustration since he In perfect timing moved his hand so you just missed his fingers by a hair.

"Nuh uh uh toots. Not yet." He said through gritted teeth as if he was straining to hold even himself back from completely devouring you. "I wanna hear something?"

"What Jeff? Whaaat" You whined, now sitting up half-assed.

"Beg."

"I am not-"

"Shut up Doll: You did it before."

"Im not doing it this ti-"

You were cut off by a long moan erupting from your mouth one of Jeff's long fingers slid up inside you, bottoming out easily. the beginning of his palm right against your clit. You were knocked back on your back, legs naturally spreading open for this man which pulled him in closer due to your panties still being around your ankles.

"Please Jeff."

Jeff stood above you, jaw unclenched as now he worked his hand shoving his ring finger in to join his middle one.

"That's all you had to say bitch.. GOD, you're so hot like this." He groaned, pulling back as he lowered himself to be in direct line of sight of your pussy. He moved his hand so his palm wasn't covering your now swollen clit, His natural smile was now ear to ear before he leaned over and started to suck lightly on your clit which sent your hips into wild motions so wild in fact that he had to reach up with his free hand and firmly press it against your belly to keep you still enough while he tasted you.

He worked his fingers into you hard but slow, thrusting into you as if he was fucking you with his cock, his tongue flicking around your clit. he changed his thrusts to the scissoring motion when he noticed you tightening up on him, your pussy throbbing wildly, your moans pleads, and whimpers all in his ears.

He moaned along with you, seemingly getting off to see you getting off. Strangely, you twos emotions were always tied together.

Maybe it was from all practice he had but he genuinely felt you were close, it must've been muscle memory.

His fingers worked rough, sloppily thrusting into you with no real timing or pacing. His tongue and mouth got sloppier and so did his hold on you which meant you could buck all you wanted. You squeezed tighter on his fingers genuinely feeling a big knot in your stomach, only tightening more and more with how more messy Jeff has gotten.

His mouth trailed off, his tongue joining his fingers in your hole while his other hand's fingers rubbed your clit, flicking it back and forth between his index and middle finger.

The muscles in your legs twitched and generally shake as if that would help you hold in the need to come undone under jeff's talented hands and mouth.

The knot only swelled and so did the upcoming scream in your throat. In time, you clasp your hand over your mouth muffling the guttural scream the best you can.

You came and came hard, juices gushing out of your hole and onto Jeff's fingers and waiting mouth. He looked up at you, your whole body flushed a rosy pink. Your mouth agape taking in greedy breaths, boobs bouncing slightly from your chest moving.

"Jesus toots almost drowned me." He grinned, at how annoyed you looked. He straightened up, his chin still dripping with your fluids, he stuck his fingers into your hanging mouth.

"Suck." He ordered, eyes lowering but the smile was still the same.

You closed your mouth around his fingers and gave it gentle sucks, savoring the taste of yourself much to the enjoyment of Jeff. his eyes sparkled when you kept sucking even when he tried to pull them out.

He pulled you by your hips closer to him, his pajama pants barely able to hang on. He barely pulled them down, just enough so that he could take out his cock.

"I know you been wanting this~"

"Shut up Jeff."

"What am I wrong toots?"

"Ye-" A loud moan interrupted you when he shoved himself into your needy cunt, gladly sucking in all of his length.

He joined your choir of moans as being in your tight pussy was enough for his knees almost to buckle. He was hunched over you, god he could swear to a priest that this pussy was the closest thing to heaven he has ever known. He gave only shallow thrusts which were enough for you both to shudder and whine. You from being overly sensitive and him from just edging himself.

"Fuck toots- god!"

He thrust into you hard one time and you both saw stars. Jeff was hunched over you like a lion eating its's meal, his hands found a way towards your hair and pulled it backward, making you stay in an arch position. He gave you more brutal thrusts, knocking every damn thought out of ya.

"Cant fucking think huh doll?" Jeff mocked you for the glazed-over look you had in your eyes. Your tongue hanging out like a puppy-dog.

"Fuck you." your tongue found it's way back into your mouth and hurled that at him.

"You're already doing that sweetheart~" He cooed looking down at your pretty face, which know had more of a glare on it then lust.

He kept the same deep pace with you, looking intently into your eyes.

"Fu-fuck you jeff! I hate you!"

Your pussy squeezed around him almost like it was milking him. His thrusts only grew rougher as his smile grew wider.

"hate me huh? Dont hate me enough not to fuck me~ God you're such a stupid little slut."

The way he was bottoming you out on repeat was making you stammer on your words. "Shut shut shut up-"

"Or else what bitch? Am I the only guy you fuck in the house or just the one that does it the best?'

His index and middle finger went to rub your clit. pressing harder down on it. You couldn't help but to buck your hips again. The knot in your belly finding the loose strings and tying itself up again.

"Jesus christ Jeffery- You're such a fucking asshole- Can't even- make me cum again." You said through gritted teeth, the way you had to suppress moans just to say that drove you insane. And deep down you knew that he was gonna make you cum again by how the knot was quickly tightening up.

"Oh? I can't, news to me bitch." He slow down but still trusted into you hard enough for you not to complain. His hand went off of your clit and onto your belly pressing down on it. He could feel his own cock going in and out.

His other hand loosens up on your hair, allowing you to move a little and you did, propping yourself up on your elbows, looking him right in his cocky face.

"fuck smiles-" You moaned and he laughed.

Your hand went and grabbed his hair pulling him to your lips. The smart way of shutting him up, can't brag if he's busy swirling tongues.

The kiss was hot and heavy and soon you both got sloppier. Jeff with his thrusts and tongue and you with your tongue.

your facades both fell apart and you two wildly fucked into each other. Not thinking about the rivalry, the other people living here, nothing at all but getting each other off.

The knot was unbearabley tight, your thighs twitching like mad around his waist, squeezing him a little tighter. Jeff pushed you flat on your back, now chest to chest with your tongues still locked together. Moans seeping out in between the little breaks in the kiss. You pulled away to fully let out a louder moan and you could feel jeff's hot breaths against your cheek. He smelled of you.

"Jeff... I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck me too."

Jeff got sloppier like how he did when he was fingering you. No rhythm or pacing to it, fucking into you rough. Whatever felt good to him he just did it. Rocking his hips into you at a brutal pace. He lifted himself off of your chest, his hands taking greedy handfuls of your thighs and squeezing hard, matching the brutal way he was fucking you. He was holding you as if you would run away but you did quite the opposite, fucking yourself back against him when he wasn't pulling you against his thrusts.

When you did have your eyes open, you caught glimpses of him staring at you with such an intensity it made your pussy throb. His jaw clenched, eyes crazy but scanning your whole body drinking the view in.

It felt like hours going on like this but a couple more thrusts made you cum, your body seized up, tightening your pussy around him before just gushing all over his pelvis, thoroughly soaking his pajama pants that were loosely hanging around his thighs. Seeing you being sent over the edge was what he needed to come undone, with one last thrust he filled you up to the brim, his legs shaking as he dumped every last drop into you.

He then slouched and laid on your chest, his face resting in the nook of your neck. You both lay there, breathing heavily but in sync. Somehow your hands found their way to his back, your finger drawing invisible circles on his shoulder blade.

When both of ya'lls breathing stopped resembling that of an asthmatic kid who just got done running the mile, Jeff picked his head up. A gentle smile against his carved one.

"i'll make us breakfast, toots."

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