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darling-i-read-it · 8 months

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Window Cracked Open

Jeff the Killer x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: god where do i start, reader is clearly deranged in the sense that she finds love in fear (yes that was a jab at me), blood, a knife, jeff lighty threatening the reader, overall scary writing?, mentions of jeff being too skinny and unhuman, descriptions of jeffs scarring (let me know if i missed any!)

Author’s Note: i was trying to watch a romance show and it made me so deranged and sad that i wrote this because i feel more comfortable in fear than i do in love sometimes.

Summary: Literally no plot just Jeff showing up one night

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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He always came in without warning. His limbs sprawled out, always gangly and white. Even in the dark, there was something illuminating about them. Monstrous. They moved too slow, with too much precision. Predatory. You never would have guessed he was once a human. Despite the two arms and two legs, he always seemed something otherworldly. You never knew when he would show. Sometimes it would be months without so much as a peep. Sometimes he would be gone mere days, mumbling something about the cold, pretending he felt normal feelings.

The air coming through the window was chilly. It was crisp and comforting. Summer had finally started to dissipate. The sun had started to set sooner. The leaves started to turn. They fell to the ground, being run over by cars with the heater blasting. When the darkness fell over the night you could feel your muscles start to relax. The tenseness in your body rested when you got under warm blankets, a candle lit by your bedside.

It had been weeks. The sticky sweat of the summer had Jeff on the run. You never knew where he went when he was gone for long periods of time. It just made you antsy. Even after plenty of time, you could never go to sleep at peace. You left the window cracked open, always prepared for someone to come climbing in, something that looked like a monster under your bed.

You could have shut it. Locked it. Bought double locks or something, gone to the local hardware store and asked for better protection or cameras or something. It would put you at ease. Jeff would get the message.

But God, where’s the fun in that?

You were in between consciousness. You could still hear everything around you, make note of the normal noises as they came and went. The fan blowing, causing your curtains to slightly move. The sound of your clock, ticking. The familiar fabric moving with the wind from the window.

A creak on the window.

At first, you didn’t even open your eyes. You dismissed it as something in your dreams, something you could almost touch. The comforting feeling of sleep was about to overtake you and honestly, you were ready to let it. You could ignore something that echoed far away, nothing more than a simple abnormality.

Then a longer creak. Weight shifting on the sill.

You opened your eyes. It was dark. You had a little night light in the corner of your room by the door. You could see the edges of it from where you were laying. Your body stayed still. Listening. Waiting. You could see your digital clock on the bedside table. Nearing the witching hour.

Finally, there was a footstep on your carpet. You could barely hear it. If it wasn’t so quiet otherwise, you would never have noticed it.

You put your palm against your mattress. You used it to shift your weight, sitting up.

Jeff was standing by the window. You could see him only by his silhouette. Your eyes weren’t used to the darkness yet but you the gentle night light illuminated against his striking figure. All sharp. The connection between his limbs seemed stagnant. Holding themselves together only by the sheer need to. You recognized him by his familiar motifs.

There was a long moment of complete stillness. Jeff stood at the window. You could imagine his eyes scanning the room, feverishly taking in his surroundings, understanding each and everything you had changed since he had been there last. You sat on the bed, watching him, breathing shallowly. You recognized that this was like a still from a horror movie. You knew that the fear in your chest was only narrowly alarming. There should have been a flight or fight guard behind it. Instead it was just a fear that was welcomed. A feeling you understood, one that you knew well. It paralyzed you from anything else. God, it was a nice feeling.

Jeff moved. He walked towards your bed, putting both his palms on the comforter and crawling towards you. You could see more of his face as he moved, the night light flashing off his features in different ways.

His permanent Glasgow smile was stained with dried blood. You lifted your hand towards him, putting it on his cheek. He sat criss cross applesauce in front of you. You had brought your legs towards your body to make room. You wanted to clean the wound, an innate instinct. You wondered how many times you had cleaned it. How many times he just returned it to its idle state.

His eyes were wide. They always were. It showed no inclination of surprise, just a natural gaze.

“Why the frown sweetface?” His voice broke the silence. It literally felt like it shattered, waking you from some sort of trance. You hadn’t realized you were frowning. How could he see your expression at all? You could hardly see his.

“You're bleeding.”

“Always.” Your hand dragged down from his cheek. It brushed over his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing. Then onto his hoodie. It looked like it had once been white but was now stained. Dirt. Blood. Guts. You left your hand against his chest. If he had a heart, it would be there.

“Where have you been?” You wouldn’t get an answer you wanted. You asked anyway.

“Here, there. No where.” His voice was raspy. Almost playful. “Didja miss me?” His voice remained just above a whisper. You swallowed hard.

“Yes,” you said, honestly. He smiled, as much as he could. “Do you wanna get some clean clothes?” You couldn’t even think twice about how long he had been wearing this set.

“Sounds like a lotta work.” You half snorted.

“Couldn’t be any more work than killing someone.”

“That has an end result.”

“So does changing.”

“You better watch your tongue,” he threatened, though it felt fake. He took his knife out from an unidentified face, flashing it in your face. It glistened in the night light. “You could be the next one on the other end of my knife.”

“Is that a promise?” His version of a smile returned. You climbed off the bed, going towards your dresser. You had kept some things that looked mildly like Jeff’s size. You grabbed a different hoodie, a shirt and some slacks. He was watching you. You could feel it.

You turned back to him. Large eyes watched your movements.

You threw the clothes at him. He caught it, quickly, easily.

“Get dressed.”

“So demanding,” he muttered. He slid off the bed. His movements were always too easy. Too graceful.

He had no qualms of getting dressed right there. He tossed his things to the side and you watched, climbing back into the bed and leaning against the wall. You watched him. His slender body, white as a sheet, moved like a ghost. He was impossibly skinny. Always cold to the touch, like a corpse.

Once he had changed, he turned back to you.

“Happy?” he snarled.

“Very.”

He crawled back onto the bed. Jeff sprawled onto the comforter. He pretended it was his, that the warmth and the safety was something he could live in. He knew it wasn’t what he wanted. But it was something he could enjoy, in small doses.

“Do I get a space?”

“Sleep on the floor.” You scoffed. You shoved him aside, grabbing the top of the comforter and pulling it down. You climbed underneath it and he took the moment to also enjoy the warmth of the blankets. You faced him, cheek against your pillow. It was colder now that he had opened the window gap a little larger. You were going to get blood on your pillows. He likely wouldn’t be there when the sun rose. This would feel like nothing but a dream.

He grabbed your hip, pulling you closer. He was freezing. Cold blooded, you swore. After a gasp you stifled your emotion. His hair smudged over his face, the tips of it touching your skin. He had pulled you to his chest, his grip like iron.

Your eyes started to close. Sleep would come easily. You were still in the in-between of consciousness.

You could feel his lips (or lack thereof) against the top of your head. He buried his face into the pillow so that his nose would remain in your hair, breathing in your shampoo. You would wake up with blood on you more than likely, the feeling of his kisses leaving you before you could comprehend them. But you slept better with Jeff here then you did without him. All fear and anticipation dissipated. The knowing was far better than the unknown. You fell asleep in his arms, a crazy loopy reasoning in your head about the boy in your arms.

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sinshinelennypops · 28 days

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Jeff the killer x Reader {SFW}

No NSFW this time around, just soft semi fannon fluff involving everyone's favorite greasy white boy teehee. Taking from my Ao3, where the whole booklet can be found here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43587606/chapters/109650700

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"Fucking dammit," you muttered as you shivered under your blanket. It was the beginning of winter and the Slender manor had prepared you for everything except the increasingly cold temperatures. Every winter it was like this but this time it was particularly bad because it had snowed early. You hadn't had a chance to grab a comforter or anything.

What to do, what to do.. You could grab a few more blankets, head downstairs and start a fire in the living room, make yourself a hot drink.. No, none of those would warm you up enough..

You sighed softly and sat up in your bed, grumbling as you pulled your blanket tightly around yourself and headed towards your bedroom door. It was close to 1:00 AM, indicated by the glowing red numbers on your clock. You scrunched your nose and huffed, quietly cracking open your door and peeking outside. No one else, to your knowledge, was awake so that gave you a chance to sneak downstairs without being spotted and interrogated.

The manor is ridiculously quiet and spooky at night. No lights on, no movement, nothing.. Which is why it surprised you to see that the kitchen light was already on when you headed downstairs. You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, hearing a soft humming coming from inside and footsteps. You slowly peeked around the corner and were surprised to see Jeff already in there, making himself a sandwich. He looked a little groggy, and you guess he probably hadn't been able to sleep either.

Jeff was totally unaware of your presence, at least for the moment. He was wearing his hoodie and a pair of sweats, and his hair was a little messy, probably from tossing and turning. His sleep mask was pushed up to his forehead and those icy blue eyes were a little dimmer than usual.

As soon as he finished making his sandwich, you stepped inside and huffed softly. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" you asked softly, startling him just a bit but he recovered quickly. "Ah, fuck, you scared the fuck out of me!" he hissed while eyeing you in annoyance. He clutched his sandwich defensively then smirked slightly, his apprehension fading as soon as he realized who had snuck downstairs with him.

"First night of winter is always a bitch," he said while leaning on the counter, stifling a yawn. "Whatcha up to? Trying to get warm? Came down here to make yourself some tea? Or did you follow me hoping we could hang out~?" he teased, watching your expression change to something a little more flustered. It wasn't really a secret that you had a fat crush on him. "Tch, no, I wanted to warm up! It's cold as hell in my room," you grumbled, crossing your arms and letting your blanket hang from your shoulders like a cape.

"Dunno what to tell ya, sweet thing, but there's not really a good cure for cold like this," Jeff said with a shrug, taking a bite of his sandwich. You pouted slightly, not very pleased by that news but you knew he was right. This was the type of cold that sunk into your skin and chilled your bones. It was just above the temperature where you could see your breath. "Hmmph.. Well, I can try," you muttered as you walked towards the kitchen counter and shuffled around for a mug.

You started to boil water so you could have a nice hot cup of tea, feeling Jeff's gaze following your movements. You heard him move a littler closer and he leaned over your shoulder, careful not to get too close. He noticed how jumpy and shivery you were and winced slightly.

"Hey, uh, ya know.. Uhh.. Cuddling is a good way to warm up-" he said quietly, almost right against your ear, causing you to jump in surprise. "What?! Why are you..?" you questioned as you turned to him, narrowing your eyes suspiciously. He put a hand up defensively and took another bite of his sandwich. "Hold on, (Y/N), let me finish. It's colder than Masky's love life in here and I was looking for someone who would maybe kind sorta be willing to uh.. Cuddle with me.. And you're the perfect candidate cause you're obsessed with me aaand you're the only other person awake right now-" he explained as your eyes went wide.

"I am NOT obsessed with you!" you growled while shooting him a glare. Jeff chuckled at that and shook his head. "Oh, (Y/N), you naive little dork.." He stifled his laughter as you poured the boiling water into your mug and dipped in a green tea bag, avoiding his gaze. "You think I'm a dumbass?" he continued, leaning on the counter beside you. "You think I don't see those looks and those gestures and your cute blush? Huh?" He sounded so damn smug.

You stayed silent, and after a few moments he went quiet too. You felt your hands growing shaky as you sipped at your tea, wincing from the heat. Jeff finished his sandwich and let out a sigh, stretching a little before heading to the doorway to leave. "Just so you know.. The offer stands. If you're desperate, you know where I am.." he mumbled as he disappeared around the corner. Your gaze followed him until he was gone and you let out a little disappointed sigh once you were alone.

"Fuck it.." you muttered as you followed him, shutting off the light behind you and navigating the dark hallways almost blindly. Damn, he's fast.. Or you're slow. By the time you made it back upstairs he was nowhere to be seen. You hesitated as you glanced between your bedroom door and his. They were on opposite ends of the hall from each other..

His words stuck in your mind and you let out a deep breath, quietly walked to his bedroom door and knocking lightly. You waited for a few moments before slowly pushing the door open and peeking inside. He was laying on his bed, watching you with a smug smile. "Well, well, well.. Guess you just couldn't resist me, huh?" he teased, resting his arms above his head. You pouted as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you, shivering again.

"Here, come here sweet thing," Jeff said as he patted the spot on his bed next to him. You glanced around, spotting his pet husky fast asleep in the corner of the room, buried under a couple blankets. You winced a little, remembering the nightmares that thing had given you the first time you met.

"I'm not gonna bite," he muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts. You felt all nervous and anxious for some reason but chalked it up to just being in the same room as Jeff the killer.. Someone you both feared and adored immensely. You glanced around then sighed and slowly approached, taking another sip of your warm tea. You hesitantly put the mug down on his bedside dresser before tentatively sitting on the bed next to him.

He grinned and gave you a sly look. "There we go.." he whispered before scooting a little closer. "Here, get comfortable," he said as he tugged you close. You blushed and nodded, laying down and allowing him to pull you against his chest. He reached down and pulled his comforter over the two of you, enveloping you in his warmth. "Whoa, you're.. Really.." you started before he interrupted you. "Hot?" he asked, chuckling as he gently rubbed your side. "I know."

You didn't move for a few moments, too nervous to get comfortable. When he started spooning you, you finally melted under his touch and let out a little sigh. "Comfortable, sweet thing?" he asked softly, moving his eye mask down and snuggling against you. "Good, good.. Get some rest, alright? Tomorrow's a long day.." His voice sounded gravelly and tired. You blushed a little and nodded, closing your eyes. This was so much better than sitting alone by the fire..

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xeff-xaff · 10 months

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FANBOY

PT.1

A JEFF THE KILLER FANFICTION WITH M!READER

TW; STALKING

He was lazily walking around at night somewhere near where he knew she was staying, yet she was unbeknownst to his life, let alone the fact he was looking for her. Though it was easier that way, that way she couldn't hide... Not intentionally at least.

The crisp and velvety feeling of dry grass under his boots caused him to pause and distract him momentarily as he pawed in his pockets looking for a small piece of paper with a scribbled street name he'd gotten from a... Reliable source before pulling it out and staring down at the street name then looking at the sign before him.

"Right.. t' should be it"

He had a dull smile on his face almost mocking the one he had carved into his skin below his long forgotten nose. Dark and thin locks of hair running off his head and past his shoulders, nearly molding the pearly white and gray scarred skin.

He'd circle the area, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to confirm that he wasn't being followed before peeking through a few neighboring windows as he finally got to your door.

Though it's not as if he could simply walk in and take her for himself, he'd have to wait.. be patient.. and stalk his prey before he got to pounce. Not something he was good at but he knew the feeling of her soft, plump flesh on his rough and corrupt hands would be worth the wait.

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As the hours of the night passed he'd make his way to the back yard and softly search any entrances inside to see if they were unlocked..

Luck must be on his side tonight.

As he slithered his way in through the cracked window he was quickly greeted with posters of... Himself? He looked much different than he was portrayed in them, never the less they were there and accompanied by various rock and some nu-metal band posters some of which he was familiar with and some he was not.

This took him back and made him stop and observe the man taking residence in the room, who was laying in bed looking at his phone, unknowing that the man whose face was on your walls had made his way in and was judging him harshly.

⛧

Why were there drawings of me in this dude's room?

Where did he get them?

I continued to watch him from a small corner of his room until I was sure he was asleep. It wasn't very hard considering he snored. Obnoxiously. Honestly it was hard not to kill him then and there, but he had other priorities...

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30-rats-in-a-trenchcoat · 1 year

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ao3 writers will be like "sorry if its out of character i wrote this for myself when i was half asleep" and then its the most beautiful well thought out character analysis youve ever read

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metalheads-trash-bin · 4 months

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Hello everyone! My name is Toby, I’m a beginner writer and love to make shit uber realistic for readers. Here’s all the info about my stuff!

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Key:

Ships

Notices

Warnings

Fandoms

Baseline importance

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So far I have three fanfics, a fourth is on the way.

All of my fics will be linked down below! They are wips, so please be patient. Each has their own schedule so make sure to read!

All fanfics will have nsfw, and I don’t mean the basic “stick penis in hole” shit. I mean detailed, loving, and non vanilla nsfw.

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TROLLS:

The first one is my all time fav: Fliff! It goes into Floyd’s trauma, his healing, and realistic dynamics between the characters. This fanfic will be updated twice a week, it used to be updated every day but that’s not survivable long term for me ^^

The second one is Breek! Creek is in no way infantilized in this fanfic. I look at things in a psychological aspect and make damn well sure he’s not babygirlified. This fic goes into Creek’s trauma, Branch’s trauma, allll the trauma, a bunch of healing, and a little bit of angst. It’s updated whenever I feel, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The third one is John Dory x Reader! In this it talks about JD’s trauma, some headcanons of his diagnostics, and a bunch of intimate stuff and heart to heart stuff. He is not glamorized in this fic, instead he’s recovering and in therapy. He also has a smallll teeny weeny alcohol issue, but he’s in therapy for that as well! The reader is a trans male, fat L if you can’t handle that. <3 It’s updated whenever I feel just like the Breek fic, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The fics are interconnected, so if you see a ship or lore that’s in one of them, assume it’ll be mentioned or involved in the other!

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CREEPYPASTA:

I am currently working on ideas for a rework of a Jeff x reader fic I read. It had a really nice plot but the execution was absolutely horrendous + it was abandoned. I’ll type more info as I update!

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Where else you can contact me or see my content:

Insta: _.metalheads.trash.bin._

Twitter: _mhs_trash_bin_

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And with that…

!!Release the hounds!!

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Summary:

Floyd is forced into therapy after Branch takes him to his annual checkup since he's staying with him.

Branch's reason for sending him being that he notices Floyd's facade of "being fine" and totally not traumatized even toward a doctor. This leads to him sitting in therapy, which in turn gives him homework. Whats the first assignment you ask?

Making friends besides your brothers and Poppy.

Who better than Barb, the queen of rock, as a starting point??

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It was the last few weeks of fall, Branch heading to the forest to get the final harvest for the season. There were rumors of an animal lurking around the farm, he didn't realize that that animal was a familiar face.

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You're a metal/rock troll starting a new life in Pop Village. During one of your bonding activities with Branch, you notice a large creature in the meadow.

Why not pay the owner a visit??

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PS. I have a shit ton of playlists on Spotify of ships, characters, and more! Check em out down below~

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necroromantics · 1 month

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How To Write ASPD / Psychopathy

half educational, half ramble. dedicated to the creepypasta fandom.

(check out my how-to-write bipolar + ticci toby here)

What is ASPD?

Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD) is characterized by a disregard for others rights and feelings. It's a personality disorder, which means the mindsets and behaviours associated with this condition are deeply ingrained and maladaptive.

The current DSM-5 diagnostic criteria states that to be diagnosed with ASPD, a patient needs to have a long-term (occurring since at least age 15), consistent, and persistent history of three or more of the following:

failure to conform to social norms; repeatedly breaking rules/laws that may be grounds for arrest

deceitfulness; lying, tricking others for personal gain

impulsivity or a failure to plan ahead

irritability and aggression; fighting, hostility, outbursts

reckless disregard for the safety of self or others

irresponsibility; repeated failure to comply to work or financial obligations

lack of remorse; being indifferent to or rationalizing having mistreated or hurt others

ASPD, by definition, can only be diagnosed in people who are 18+. Minors cannot have ASPD due to treatment and intervention reasons. A minor who exhibits traits of ASPD will be diagnosed with Conduct Disorder.

At it's core, though it may seem like people with ASPD are just hostile and insensitive and rude, is a defense mechanism formed in childhood, typically in response to an abusive environment. Self-preservation and a "dog eat dog world" mindset are very common in those with ASPD. Everything is about doing what it takes to retain social dominance, control, and ultimately safety. Boredom and risk-taking is also very common in people with ASPD, and many people with this condition have never had proper, healthy influences in childhood to teach them proper manners, social norms, morals, or how to regulate their emotions and aggression.

It is a chronic condition that affects about 1-3% of the population. Its very prevalent in the prison population as well. ASPD not only causes a person to potentially cause harm to others, but is a condition that very negatively impacts the patients themselves.

(Note: The term "sociopathy" is typically used to refer to an extreme presentation of ASPD. "Psychopathy" may sometimes be seem as a very very extreme presentation of ASPD)

What is Psychopathy?

Psychopathy refers to a set of traits/issues that might be seen in patients. It is NOT a diagnosis. If psychopathic traits cause dysfunctional behaviour in an individual, they will most likely be diagnosed with ASPD.

Psychopathy is now most commonly used in research settings to use it as a term that describes certain patterns and behaviours. It is something professionals study, not diagnose.

The traits related to psychopathy are:

manipulative behaviour; superficial charm, persistent lying, deceiving others

grandiose sense of self

lack of remorse or guilt; lack of empathy, callousness, shallow emotional expressions

reckless lifestyle; need for stimulation, parasitic (constantly takes from others), lack of realistic long-term goals, impulsivity

antisocial behaviour; poor behavioural control, early behavioural problems, trouble with the law in youth

Not all psychopathic people fit the criteria for ASPD, not all are disordered by their traits, and not all people with ASPD are considered psychopathic. But there is a very big overlap.

Psychopathy is typically only recognized in a forensic or research setting. It is often wrongfully used in the media to describe people who are serial killers, abusive, or used to dehumanize others.

Personally, I believe that media and creators need to move away from the terms psychopath/sociopath. They have far too much negative connotation that only exists to demonize people who suffer with unconventional traits. If you want to write psychopathy correctly, do your research on what it looks like in its presentation, and just drop the label.

What are some harmful tropes with ASPD/Psychopathy in media?

ASPD and Psychopathy have been tossed around in many different settings as ways to cheaply create an evil villain, or a cold calculated monster, or a reckless criminal. There has been only one instance in my lifetime of watching hundreds of movies and shows that I have seen an accurate, humanizing portrayal of ASPD. (That show is House MD by the way, I highly recommend if you want to see good representation).

So what are some of the tropes to acknowledge and avoid?

1. Psychopathic serial killer

Have you seen American Psycho? Great movie. Don't do that. While the character Patrick Bateman is commonly associated with the terms "narcissist" and "psychopath", he also is a satirical character who is a very dramatized and exaggerated presentation of some psychopathic traits.

I will be honest. A lot of real-life serial killers do suffer from various mental health conditions, but correlation is not causation. In the Creepypasta fandom we are surrounded by different characters who are almost all serial killers, and people like to make things easy and just throw the label of "psychopath" onto them and call it realistic. This is very cheap, and very harmful.

If you want to write a psychopathic serial killer character, then acknowledge how harmful, fear-mongering, and dehumanizing this trope is towards people who actually suffer from these traits.

2. ASPD synonymous with abusive behaviour

ASPD is a disorder that does cause people to do and say things that will harm others in some way. Cluster B personality disorders are commonly seen as 'social disorders', as in they cause dis-order in interpersonal relationships, and in response to society. Borderline personality disorder (BPD) for example may cause somebody to threaten harm to themselves in response to percieved abandonment, or to have intense fights due to emotional dysregulation.

ASPD in particular may cause someone to be insensitive towards others problems, lack morality, be aggressive or hostile, put others down, or get into reckless situations. This is why they are disorders. Because they cause significant and serious problems in the persons life.

It is not pretty, and it's not fair, and yes, people with disorders may cause harm to others due to behaviours associated with their condition. But there is a difference between causing harm, and abusing another person.

Lying to someone is not inherently abusive. Being reckless is not inherently abusive. Being an insensitive asshole is not inherently abusive. To not understand the nuance and the complexity of these situations is to completely demonize and stigmatize a serious mental health condition. You don't call people with BPD abusive for their actions inherently, because you acknowledge they are hurting and only doing what they know to cope with this hurt. Of course it's unhealthy. That's what a disorder is. That does not make someone abusive by default. Anyone with any condition, even neurotypical people can be abusive.

3. Cold, emotionless robot

People with ASPD can and do feel emotion. People with psychopathic traits can and do feel emotion. They get sad, disappointed, disgusted, happy, excited, jealous, hurt, angry. There is nothing in the ASPD criteria that states anything about emotional presentation or experience.

In psychopathy, it is mentioned that there may be a shallow emotional expression. This may also be present in ASPD. This means that while a person will feel emotions, it is either beat down or brushed off, or completely repressed. The emotional repression may come from childhood abuse where they were punished for expressing emotions, or expressing emotions had caused them harm.

Lacking emotions/emotional expression is instead highly linked to Schizoid Personality Disorder, and is apart of the criteria for said disorder.

Media protraying people with ASPD/psychopathy as cold, emotionless, calculating robots is another trope used to dehumanize people with mental health issues. It's used to make people with ASPD seem evil or not having feelings that could be hurt. In reality, nearly everything a person with ASPD does, is their dysfunctional way of protecting themselves from being hurt.

People with ASPD may lack the emotional capacity for things such as empathy and remorse, though. Its common that they are unable to care for, or feel upset for others suffering. They may also be unable to feel guilt. This criteria is seen in about 51% of people with ASPD and is associated with more extreme presentations.

Do you headcanon anyone to have ASPD?

Yes, but I don't like to use the label on them. I do write a lot of antisocial mindsets into my headcanons for Ticci Toby, and I heavily write ASPD into my OC, Tobin.

For Toby, his presentation of ASPD comes in the form of rebellion, not understanding/following social norms, recklessness, and a strong desire for power, dominance, and control. I write this as his subconscious response to the trauma he faced in childhood. As a child Toby was constantly put down and made to feel small and powerless at the hands of his father. In order to make sure his father abused only him and not his mother and sister, Toby would act out and be a troublemaker. I think that he would have a lot of ASPD behaviours and views on the world.

For my OC Tobin, he's pretty similar in presentation in regards to power/control, and not following social norms. He is very prone to justifying and rationalizing his behaviours to the point he doesn't feel remorse for the harm he causes. Tobin grew up in a very unstable and abusive environment where, like Toby, he did what he needed to do to get by. He never learned proper morals, norms, regulation, etc. But Tobin does care about others. He takes care of his little sister, and loves his girlfriend, and is very protective. Tobin is still a complex human being with more to him than just being an antisocial insensitive prick.

How can I write a character with ASPD?

Do proper research. Not on Reddit, or Quora, or WebMD. I mean go find trusted, scholarly articles and read real scientific papers and studies on ASPD. Do research into how/why it forms, the mindsets, the symptoms and their presentation, the neuroscience even.

Humanize your characters. While it's fun to throw around a bunch of negative and toxic traits to a character you want people to see as 'bad', it's lazy character development. Give them good, positive traits as well. People are very complex, and nobody will fit in to the mold of good or bad. Make them human enough where someone wont look at your character with ASPD and assume everyone with ASPD are monsters.

But also, don't water down the disorder. ASPD does cause harm to the patient and the people in their life. I've seen it a lot where people will try to fight against stigmatization by completely glamorizing the disorder. "People with ASPD aren't inherently bad! They don't actually hurt others or act hostile or say insensitive things"... Yes we do. And it causes many problems. And that is why its a disorder.

Personally I don't like to throw the ASPD label onto my characters even if I do write them to have ASPD because I feel like it just boxes them in. If you write a character with ASPD, try doing it in a way where a professional would be able to tell they have ASPD without you even mentioning the label.

Remember that ASPD is COMPLEX. It varies vastly in its presentation, its a disorder that is life-consuming and the dysfunctional beliefs and behavioural patterns are deeply ingrained and consistent throughout many different areas in someones life. It's a label to describe preexisting issues. It's something that is highly associated with childhood trauma, and drug addiction, and general suffering for the person dealing with their own chaotic mind.

The biggest problem I see that frustrates me is the way people throw around the terms "psychopath" and "sociopath", especially when someone just wants to add a layer of edginess onto their character. Remember that you are dealing with a condition that real people suffer from every day. If you can't handle it respectfully, and if you would demonize someone with ASPD in real life for acting as your character does, just don't write it in. Keep the label separate. We don't need any more stigmatization and misinformation.

I know this was very long, but it's such a multifaceted and complex issue and I've seen it enough times in the fandom to be frustrated enough to write this. If you have any questions, want more advice or information, please feel free to ask away in my ask box 🔥

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gritsgigabits · 1 year

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Telling the Creepypastas you're pregnant

This blog has been getting kinda slasher-heavy lately and I want to balance things out. And I'm a sucker for family-related fanfics and headcanons so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Slenderman

When you tell Slenderman you’re pregnant, it sparks a series of conflicting thoughts and emotions in him. The thought about producing a child has never crossed his mind as a realistic opportunity. Why would it? After all, he didn’t think he’d ever sleep with someone to begin with. Let alone that someone being a willing, fertile human.

On one hand, Slenderman feels glad once you’ve told him the news. He can’t say he’s outright happy, but a strange sort of pride swells in his chest when he hears that his chosen companion is bearing his offspring. The feeling is something borderline primal, something beyond rationalisation, and Slenderman decides that he’s going to enjoy it for the time being.

Despite you having been in a relationship with Slenderman for some time, it can still be difficult at times to gauge his reaction to things: because he can’t convey them through facial expressions, you have to rely on your intuition on his body language.

Because hearing about the pregnancy sends Slenderman into a spiral of deep introspection, his outward reaction appears concerning to you. All of his movements freeze entirely, and it seems to you almost as if his conscious mind has vacated the premises. Only after you’ve asked him several times if he’s heard you and if he’s alright does he snap back into reality.

Although Slenderman’s initial reaction looked troubling to you, the situation comes to a comforting end. Slenderman takes your hands in his and kneels down in front of you to be on eye level with you. He tells you that the news has certainly surprised him but that he is going to make sure you two can make family life work.

Jeff the Killer

From the moment you saw the positive pregnancy test – the third positive test, just to make sure – you knew that the conversation with Jeff would not go down well. Talking about serious topics was definitely not one of the man’s strong points. You were worried that in best case scenario he would storm out of the house, and if worst came to worst, he would stab you to death before doing so.

Familiar with Jeff’s unstable and more than flammable temper, you decided to take certain precautions before telling him you were pregnant. You called a friend to stand by in their car near the house in case you needed a quick getaway. You made sure to position yourself so that you had easy access to the front door. You also hid the small handgun that Jeff had gifted you for protection in the waistband of your jeans.

You could never be too careful living with a homicidal maniac, right?

In the end, your precautionary measures prove to be unnecessary. When you decide it’s time to tell Jeff about the pregnancy, he takes the news quite well. Once he senses your uncertainty and fear in the situation, he asks if you think that he is a complete idiot. You two haven’t been all that careful when it comes to protection, so your pregnancy is not really a big surprise.

Jeff reassures you that he’s alright with a kid. Regardless, you still jump a little when he approaches you to give you a comforting hug. He brings his hands to the small of your back, and you begin to panic again when his movement stills and he falls silent before asking, ‘Babe, why do you have a gun in your pants?’

You stammer out a quick reply, ‘No reason!’

Jeff gives you a knowing smirk in return. Jeff is aware that he scares you sometimes, but he is very proud to find out that you’re not above threatening to shoot him if he crosses a line.

Eyeless Jack

EJ is pleasantly surprised to find out that although you and him are basically members of different species, it’s possible for you two to procreate. EJ hasn’t considered the possibility of children in any concrete sense, but he is glad to learn that the thought in fact pleases him.

EJ’s first reaction to you telling him that you’re pregnant in laced with curiosity. Despite his knowledge on human anatomy, EJ has never had to figure out what being pregnant actually entails, so everything about the concept is new to him.

Because this is your first pregnancy, it turns out to be kind of fun that you both are a little clueless about the realities of being pregnant. EJ especially sees it as a great bonding activity to read books and research the internet on pregnancy, childbirth and babies.

Just like EJ is determined to be the Best Boyfriend Ever when it comes to your relationship, he quickly adopts the concept of Best Dad-to-be. You are a little worried because EJ has a lot to learn about (human) babies – mainly how and what to feed them – but he has decided to show you that he can be responsible and well-prepared.

Masky

Tim is absolutely terrified when you tell him that you’re pregnant. He can barely take care of himself! If you left him in charge of another human being, one that is completely helpless without him, Tim doesn’t think he could manage.

Tim’s feelings towards the concept of having a family don’t improve even when you assure him that he obviously wouldn’t be going at it alone. You would be there to make sure that both the baby and Tim are clean, fed, and well-rested. After all, it’s basically what you’ve been doing with Tim throughout your relationship – taking care of him when he can’t do it himself.

Despite your reassurances that everything is going to work out fine with the baby, Tim is apprehensive about the idea. He feels that there are too many risk factors involved. Even if his mental wellbeing improved enough that he could feel confident about having a family, there is still the issue of his work. There won’t be a single well-rested adult in the house when he runs around on proxy business all night and you stay up because of the baby crying.

Fortunately for Tim, you’re aware of his tendency to focus on the negative side of things. You explain to him that there are obviously going to be challenges involved. Starting a family isn’t easy for anyone, but people still manage, and you’re sure that you and Tim will make it just fine, as long as you work together and take it one step at a time.

Hoodie

Needless to say, Brian is beyond happy when you tell him that you’re pregnant – and he doesn’t try to hide his happy reaction. When you show Brian the positive pregnancy test, the smile on his face outshines the sun. He picks you off the ground while laughing in pure excitement.

Starting a family is one of Brian’s lifelong dreams. He feels that a family of his own would provide him with stability and an anchor point to focus on when things get too hectic in other areas of his life.

Even if you didn’t know about Brian’s affiliation with the Operator and other proxies, his carefree attitude about having a child would strike you as worrisome. He launches into a monologue about how he wants the kid to get to try all kinds of different hobbies and go to good schools and be popular with the other kids, whereas you’re still thinking about the very basics of having a child.

The basics mainly being how you’re going to be able to push an eight-pound blob out of your vagina. You can’t send a kid to Ivy League if you can’t get it out of you in the first place.

Brian has a tendency to think too far into the future. You have to tell him to focus on things that are relevant at the moment: instead of researching college applications, you direct his energy towards more topical issues, such as where the nearest maternity clinic is located.

Laughing Jack

Jack immediately assumes that you’re joking when he learns you’re pregnant. Even though you tell him the news with a straight face and a serious tone, he disregards the information with a laugh and a ‘Good one, y/n!’ before continuing about his previous business.

You have to assure Jack multiple times that you’re not kidding, and the further the conversation goes, the more uncomfortable it gets. You can see that with each repetition of ‘I’m serious, Jack’, the man gets visibly more upset.

What makes the situation uncomfortable for you is that Jack has been very vocal about you being nothing more than a toy that he keeps around until he gets bored. He doesn’t perceive you as a permanent companion but as a passing fling. A child would tie Jack to you for good – mentally, at the very least. Even if he left and never saw you again, the knowledge that he has a child out there would haunt him.

When it dawns on him that you’re seriously going to have his baby, Jack disappears into thin air. The situation is especially complicated if you decide to actually keep the baby. You know that Jack is unpredictable, that there is a possibility that he will kill the child himself if you don’t abort the pregnancy. And even if things didn’t get that far, it’s likely that Jack would not want anything to do with you orthe child anymore.

You’re not sure where Jack has gone or if he’s going to come back, but you decide to give him time and wait patiently for now. There’s really nothing else you can do at the moment.

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smutty-ki113r · 7 months

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🛩Masky🛩||Toxic

NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- vouyerism, pleasure dom masky, mirror play, teasing, edging, pilot masky, minors—dni (3.4k)

Inspired by: Britney Spears

(Fun fact I wrote this on the plane 😗)!

Working as a flight attendant was such a hassle, keeping you up at ungodly hours and having you deal with customers that complained about their seat. But it certainly had its perks, learning how to balance 4000 ft in the air and ending up in some incredible places, layovers in Hawaii, Dubai, Spain. Out of all these things you never would have imagined joining the mile high club…

You had an hour to get from terminal 1 to 3, your last flight was to Miami, so you were at MIA, looking around for a bathroom. Fixing up your hair quickly and adjusting your uniform before reaching the gate.

The other attendants were also waiting to the side, you were early. Of course you had to board the plane beforehand to check the seats and restock the drink cart.

There was only a few passengers waiting around too, you swayed against your luggage. Looking around to see the two pilots that would be driving the plane walking towards you, one of them you had flown with before, Brian Thomas.

The other one, particularly, caught your eye- probably because you had caught his first. Your heart skipped a beat and you gave him a friendly smile, then averted your gaze to avoid being awkward.

You had never seen him, he was probably new, laughing at something Brian said, but his sight was on you.

The corner of his lip was raised just slightly, he was practically undressing you with his eyes. You couldn’t even complain, he was hot as fuck, and he was flustering you. But his face remained innocent, nobody noticed but you.

He had this dark brown hair and defined features, he was classy, wearing his white uniform and a tie, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to how it fit him so perfectly. His build so defined- you stopped from staring at his pants.

If there’s one thing you loved it was a man in uniform.

Nobody had ever flirted with you on the job, and while no words were exchanged, you could feel his burning gaze.

You gulped and tried to look ahead, relieved when they called for all the attendants to board, it took the pressure off.

You took your post at the front of the plane and awaited for the passengers to board to then do the safety demonstrations and make sure everybody had their seatbelts on.

Soon enough zone 1 people started coming and you greeted them all, the door to the cockpit opened and you found yourself face to face with the pilot, glancing at his name embroidered in gold.

“Wright” you said softly, meeting his gorgeous eyes.

“yeah like the Wright brothers” he joked, looking you up and down and giving you a subtle smirk.

“That’s fitting” you told him. “Nice to meet you…”

“Tim” he finished, catching your name as well. “We’re about to take off, be a dear and get me some water will you?” He requested.

Nodding obediently and scurrying off to find him some water, he watched you go. Knocking on the door to the pit to alert them of your arrival and handing him the drink.

“Thank you gorgeous” he said, your face turning red at the compliment and instead moving to greet the other pilot, Brian nodded to you and you left.

Your thoughts remained on the beautiful man and you mindlessly did your rounds before the plane took off. Strapping in and listening to the men over the intercom.

“And we are ready for departure, flight 113 from MIA to JFK”

Smiling at yourself at the thought of your one day vacation in New York City. You wanted to go shopping and maybe visit the Statue of Liberty.

It was two hours into the grueling flight, your ears had already popped from the altitude, you never did get used to that.

You sat at the back, passing around the cart once and letting your other fellow flight attendants do the rounds for trash and such. You were all alone, looking out the window, your head in the clouds, and being almost startled as you saw the handsome man approach.

“I thought you were driving this thing” you whisper-hissed.

“Brian’s doing it, I’ve been at the wheel for almost three hours” he said, stressed. Flexing his arms out and stretching, leaning against a wall.

You couldn’t help but stare at his hands, his thick fingers, how you wished he could fill you up and make you pant out his name and-

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts and getting up, “you can have my seat if you want” he was probably exhausted.

“Sit back down” he said, his tone low. You did as he said; a tingle in between your legs at how commanding he was.

“I just came here to get a- snack” he said slowly, smiling as if he wasn’t looking at up and down you when he said that.

“I can make you something if you like” you offered, his tense posture relaxed.

“You’re a godsend, yeah, I’ll take a black coffee” you nodded attentively and got up to make his drink. Focusing on making sure it didn’t spill and stirring it for him.

Turning to him and handing him the drink, he took a sip and set it down on the counter. “Thank you beautiful”

You shook your head, it was nothing, “yeah of course” you laughed nervously, “whatever you need” you told him in a passing tone.

His gaze pierced through you, “whatever I need?” He said, his voice teasing, dripping with desire.

Right then you knew you had made a grave mistake, gulping and looking away. He approached you, his lips so close to your ear, tucking hair behind your ear and letting his fingers brush upon your neck.

God damn turbulence betrayed you, swaying the plane and making you lose your footing and slide right into him. His hand at your waist to keep you upright.

“Now that you mention it” he whispered in your ear. “There was something else…and I’m still hungry” his gentle touches were making you weak at the knees.

You glanced behind him but nobody was watching, you were afraid of what would happen if you were caught, he seemed to notice.

“I’ll be careful” he promised, his head an inch away from being buried in the crook of your neck, and he smelled so good, like this expensive manly cologne.

“We’ll be quick” his words so soothing and convincing you. There was already a feverish throbbing at your clit that you severely needed to attend to. A wave of desperate heat at your lower abdomen that you craved for him to satisfy.

You couldn’t resist this man, he had a mesmerizing effect on you. So you focused on his lustful gaze as he walked you back into one of the bathrooms, locking the door behind him and wasting no time in leaning down to kiss you.

Tim sealed the small space separating the two of you, a knee already in between your legs because of how compact the space was. You let out a few pants at the way he rubbed you, unable to stop yourself even though there might have been people just outside that door.

His kisses passionate and needy, like he had been craving you ever since the moment he laid eyes on you. And everything he did was intoxicating, you were so receptive to him, slick already gathering in your panties as he met your lips in an open kiss and bit down on your lip, nibbling and teasing you,

There was barely any space in that bathroom, moving around and escaping him would be difficult, it almost didn’t give you a choice, but Tim felt so good, you couldnt help but whisper his name in need.

“Oh fuck” he cursed, “your kisses are so delicious” he reached a hand down to your stomach, trailing it down your torso to your most intimate area, replacing his knee and pressuring your cunt gently through your skirt, “I wanna know if the rest of you tastes just as good”

Your breath hitched when he hoisted you on the small counter, your pussy embarrassingly wet at every one of his touches. He spread your knees open and bent down to get to work.

“So this is what you meant by hungry” you said in the middle of the heated moment.

His eyes met yours and you gulped at the mischievous glint swirling his pupils. Feeling a throb at the view of the captain on his knees. “Exactly” He chuckled lowly and pressed his lips to your thighs impatiently, sinking his teeth into your soft skin and leaving marks nobody would know about but him.

You whined, having to bite your lip to stop yourself from letting any lewd noises escape. “Oh god” you whispered, when he finally got to your pussy. It was too much tension, his hot breath lingering where his teeth marks lay, and now- right on your clit.

He hooked his fingers to your panties and brought them down, amused at the wet spot on them. Now there was nothing else below that short skirt. Your body involuntarily bucked forward, and his big hands held you in place. “Impatient are we?”

But he was just as rushed as you, it was supposed to be a quickie in the bathroom not lovemaking. If you wanted to do that later he would gladly lay you down in a proper bed and do so, but for now all he was focused on was your pussy glistening with your juices that he so desired.

Bringing his lips to you and lapping a stripe up your slit before opening you up and tasting you in full. Groaning at the sensation of your sex clenching around his tongue while he fucked you with it.

His fingers digging into your skin to bring you closer to his face and encourage you to ride as wildly as you pleased. You weren’t one to resist, your knuckles white as you held onto a handle on the wall and the roof above you. Praying that the passengers on the plane thought the rough movement was from turbulence and nothing more.

Tim ate like a starved man, in a way you had never felt before. There was no stopping him either, he wouldn’t cease his tongue fuck until he was satisfied, and nothing would please him more than you gushing over him enough to let him know you were ready for something much larger.

Besides, he couldn’t get his eyes off you, he was particularly enjoying making you squirm at the brink of your first release. He liked teasing you this much, it showed him that he held all the power, and you were wrapped around his finger. Technically you were, when he slipped one in and curled it in your soft spot.

His lips sucked at your bundle of nerves hard enough to make you spasm and clench your legs around his head, everything was going according to his plan. “Yeah? Does that feel good?” He asked, taking a breath and dipping another digit inside your dripping pussy.

You struggled to keep your voice bellow a whisper, but he didn’t seem to care about a possible audience. All he was focused on was pulling more of those pretty cries from your swollen lips. “Yes-yes” you repeated.

Your brows furrowing at the pleasure he was providing you with, and Tim himself was getting off at just the taste of you. His cock twitching in his uniform pants, he was painfully hard so he had to take himself out and stroke when you creamed on his tongue.

“You taste so sweet honey” he praised, “I love it when you struggle to speak because I’m making you cum with just my tongue” he smirked. The flat of his tongue once again swirling your swollen clit enough to make you let out a mutter of incoherent nonsense.

Too drunk off the bliss you couldn’t argue back, you didn’t want to. It was like you were in heaven, preforming acts that were so sinful they would have led you to hell.

“T-Tim” you gasped, “I’m close” you warned him, “gonna cum”

Once again he started eating you like you were his las meal on earth, your eyes rolled back in delight. But he wasn’t going to let you get off that easily, you should have known. “Not until you ask for permission”

He pulled his touch away slightly, enough to keep you just at the edge of your orgasm for a bit longer.

“Please” you cried, tears in your eyes. “Can I please cum, captain?”

The man saw the look on your face but just cooed, “you haven’t said my name” he reminded you.

“Captain wright” you babbled “captain wright”, again and again because once you spoke the magic words he just kept going faster. Pumping his thick fingers in and out of your sopping hole hard enough to make you come undone. Crying out for him and gripping onto the edge of the counter to restrain yourself.

“That’s right, just like that” he coaxed, helping you ride down from your climax so perfectly, You were thankful that he was there to hold you steady. Lapping at your release before standing up again and pressing his bare cock to your entrance.

“Gonna need you to beg for this one too” he said, to fuel his ego and also for consent reasons. His lips to your neck now. You had barely managed to come down from such ecstasy before registering what he was asking.

But you were far too gone, your cunt still clenching for him. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to satisfy him like he did you. Nodding and letting a few “please’s” to let him know you craved it too.

“Mhm that’s what I thought”, you could hear the cockiness in his voice, looking down to see if he had the package to back it up but your jaw hug open once you felt it. Prodding at you and letting his precum mix in with your slick.

“‘S not gonna fit” you said in a hiccup, eyes wide and narrowed at his heavy cock that pressed against your slit as you dripped on him. “It’s too big” you squeaked.

“Oh it’ll fit” he panted, mimicking the motions of sex but just grinding himself raw on you. “I’ll make it fit” he hissed. Finally rolling his hips into you in one swift movement. “Fuck” he cursed under his breath, it was quite a tight fit, enough to make him pause because he didn’t want to cum instantly.

A stray groan fell from your mouth but he caught it with his own, meeting you in a heated embrace. His hands on either side of you, pressing prints onto the mirror behind you. He pulled out and thrusted back in, working a good pace. You slowly acclimated to his thick girth with every stroke in your pussy.

Even with the stretch it felt so delicious, your hands clutching his once ironed uniform into wrinkled bunches. There was barely any space in that god forsaken bathroom, but it just gave him the excuse to stay closer to you. That and he just had to give smaller, quicker thrusts.

His big cock splitting you open time and time again, his tip reaching your cervix, thudding against your g spot in a way that made you squeeze him like a vice.

A hand keeping your knee open while he fucked you, practically pounding you. Making you lose your breath and your head go fuzzy. “You’re so tight” he hissed, “practically milking me”

He was panting, pulling out momentarily to turn you around and fuck you doggystyle. Except now, you could see your reflection and his own. The whole image of the captain pounding your pussy till it turned red on full display for you. A grin making its way to his lips, he liked seeing you struggle to fit him fully.

But the look on your face and the way you gripped around him told him that you wanted it, that and those obscene noises you were making every time he hilted. “Thats a good, pretty baby” he rasped, “servicing all your captains’ needs”

You looked at his eyes in the mirror, a pout on your lips from how he was acting. A hand making it’s way to your chin to redirect your gaze to your own body. “Watch yourself” he whispered, his breath hot on your ear.

“Look at yourself while you take all of me” he panted, and you felt yourself melt at the obscenity of his words. “I want you to see how good I’m fucking you”

Doing as he said and feeling his balls clap against your ass, it was almost more unholy to watch your expression and the way he made your body bounce back and forth on his cock.

“Do you see it?” He asked, “that fucked out look on your face from how deep my cock is right now”, a gentle touch at your lower abdomen to press where he was bulging. “Here, all the way inside that slutty little hole of yours” he teased.

It was all too lewd, you felt yourself sizzling with desire, about to burst again if he kept whispering those sweet words in your ear.

“You look so hot when I’m inside of you” he praised. “Mhm with me stretching you out, you’re so hungry for it” he growled. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes sir”, You were struggling to piece together your words, the ones you could were just ‘more- more more more”, so thats exactly what you said.

“Please” you cried “please sir, more”,

Your noises getting a bit too out of control, he had to discipline you. A hand moving to your lips to hold your mouth as he told you to be quiet, but that almost made it worse. Now the sound of the lewd squelch and clapping of balls was the only thing that could be heard along with your muffled groans and pants.

“Shh that’s right” he said, softly. “Just keep taking it, just let me take care of you” you nodded at the finger at your lips telling you to be silent. “stay and let me fuck that pretty pussy just a bit longer.”

You bit your tongue and did as he instructed, trying to hold on but the throbbing at your cunt was aching. “Please captain, let me cum” you whispered.

Meeting his eyes through the mirror and he seemed to relent, it’s not like he would hold on much longer either. You were squeezing him too tight, and he couldn’t pull out too much, there wasn’t any space in that damn little cabin.

His hand gripped the rails to steady himself, the other at your ass to take a handful of. “You’ve been good, go ahead, you can cum” he whispered in your ear.

It felt like such a relief, shivers going down your spine and directly to your pussy. “I’m cumming-“ you warned, fluttering around him as you found your release.

“That’s a good baby just let yourself go” he said in a raspy tone, his fingers digging so deep into your ass there would definitely be marks. “Let your captain take care of you”

Your legs were weak, trembling as he hilted and spilled deep inside of your hole, groaning into your shoulder as he filled you up.

His cock twitching as you squeezed him until his balls were empty. Eventually he pulled out, his release dripping out from your hole and down your legs.

His big hands helped you pull up your panties once again, it wasn’t much help concealing the act, your hair was all disheveled and your cheeks rosy.

His release still inside of you a lewd reminder of what had just transpired on the planes bathroom.

“You did so good for me” he praised, making sure you were good before sending you off.

He put your skirt in place, “welcome to the mile high club” he whispered with a chuckle, “have a safe flight now”

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ghostgirl101 · 1 year

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Can we get some headcanons of Jeff t.K. in a relationship? ^^

Dating Jeff The Killer Would Be Like This:

A/N: Well, this is a long overdue request, hope the wait was worth it 🙃 I’m going to be waiting for you all at least twice a week from now on, and there are a few spaces left for requests if you want to get yours in for Jeff and others now if you're interested 🔪 This is the original creepypasta Jeff, but I could try writing for David Near's version too if anyone's wondering... enjoy.

🔪• Well damn, there's a lot to include for this crazy son of a biatch, so get ready-

🔪• It's an uncomfortable night, the skies outside pitch black, stars clouded over and your curtains ruffling as you glare tiredly at the ceiling, wishing for sleep to overtake you. But there's just something that's keeping you half-aware, something that makes you toss and turn for a while, eyeing the window with a furrow of your brows. It's almost like someone's watching your every move. You just can't see them.

🔪• Until that whispering, hoarse voice pierces through the still silence from behind your curtains, making your eyes widen in horror at the sadistic chuckling that only gets nearer as you will your body to move from its frozen position.

🔪• The tip of his blade skims across the skin off your face before you can make out his own, pale and deathly and twisted with a nasty, deeply cut grin etched up his cheeks. His cold blue eyes linger over your features, and it’s a frustrating and vulnerable feeling knowing that can read you a lot better than you can him. It’s a tense few moments when all you feel is the end of the sharp dagger trace just light enough down a cheek and your lips, resting there for a second, as if he’s thinking.

🔪• Jeff doesn’t keep you alive just because you’re you - he doesn’t know who you are, or why you look, in his eyes, almost as beautiful as he does. But it makes him curious and confused, something he’s not used to and doesn’t particularly like at first. So with a scoff, the knife is suddenly snatched away, replaced with his face right down next to yours, with a “go to sleep~” and sudden darkness.

🔪• It’s a wonder to you when you wake up the next morning unharmed. It’s unheard of for the infamous killer to let his victims go, but after that night, it’s clear to you that what you experienced wasn’t some sort of weird nightmare. You feel eyes on you almost every minute of the day, footsteps that aren’t your own following you when you’re by yourself, shadows in the hall that turned out to be nothing…

🔪• The only times Jeff will make his appearances where you can actually see and talk to him is at night. At first, it's kind of to see how you'll react - scared and screaming panicking like the others, or oddly curious and mildly apprehensive - if you show the latter, he'll definitely be caught if guard, because he's used to the screaming and crying. But even if you do panic and start some weird chase scene around your house, Jeff seems to find it amusing, until he's had enough and corners you, hissing in your ear, "would you calm the hell down doll, you don't wanna wake the whole damn street, now do you?"

🔪• And you're like yes?!?? Because a scarred maniac is in my room and getting blood stains over my non-washable flooring??! Or maybe that's just me

🔪• This boy can be an absolute mystery to anyone who manages to survive him, because they never really figure out the solid reason why, or his whole backstory, his intentions, etc. All they know is that he's a killer who preys on young people at the night and disappears in the morning. Some survive him because they're interesting for a while, and die when they're not anymore. Some remind him of his past self, and on a bad day, he remembers how much he hates that and gets rid of them too. Some are just to play around with. And then there's you.

🔪• Jeff doesn't give you much of a reason either when you question his motives, because at first, he can't even be sure of why he's ket you around. Is it because you're pretty? Somehow different from his other victims? It's not because he's gone soft. The whole thought process ends up frustrating him, so he'll storm out the window to be alone and try taking his mind off it by going after some whiny targets. But still, he keeps thinking about the question, about you, watching him in some kind of awe and confusion. Why do you care? Why does he care?!

🔪• This whole thing is not some fast-paced cliche love story where everything's sappy and sweet and he'll kill everyone but you. He's still the infamous Jeff The Killer. But that doesn't mean he isn't a little soft for you. Just don't point it out, or he gets flustered and defensive.

🔪• At one point, he wanted to just kidnap you and have you with him all the time, but you had to put your foot down and promise to stick around every night for him to come and go as he pleases, which calmed him down. Because, yeah, that's not happening Jeff, calm yourselffff

🔪• It ends up being him popping in almost every night, with you learning to keep your windows open so you don’t have to keep on replacing the forced-in smashed glass. And even when he visits, it takes time for him to reveal himself, little by little, until you can make out all the rough burns and dried blood that blemish practically every inch of his skin. It's not that he's all insecure - he thinks he’s beautiful most days, and he’s not trying to make you feel less scared by his appearance, because him being the jackass that he is, finds jump scaring you funny.

🔪• But he can have bad days, days where he can't stop thinking about his brother and parents and all that made him who he is, and when that happens, he either bearly says anything and sulks with his knives in the corner of your room, and pretty much lets you do anything. Like, you could end up playing and studying his knives - he watches apprehensively at first, all ready for you to try to stab him in the back - but after time goes by and you've given up questioning yourself as to why you're letting a cold-blooded murderer hang out with you almost every night in your room, he sees that you're not trying to defend yourself in those extreme measures, so kind of lets you do your thing.

🔪• It's nice for him to have the company, too, and he enjoys the small conversations he has with you: the nosy, lucky, pretty little survivor who asks too many questions about him and has a smile that's almost as good as his. Him being him offers to carve one in, and still jokingly tries to while you fight him off with a string of curses. He can be really annoying when he wants to, because he finds your reactions cute. If, on the extremely rare occasions, you happen to see him before it goes dark, doing your homework or something, he'll try drawing on the paper or mucking around with your stuff to distract you. If you're watching something, he'll spoil the ending or give a stupid running commentary. If you annoy him back by any means you can, Jeff gets all pouty and frustrated, but it's also sort of endearing to him??

🔪• So he'll be all "are you freaking stupid, or just suicidal, antagonising a serial killer?!" but he can't help scoffing at you in some form of fondness that he hasn't even realised has been growing in him

🔪• When he ultimately realises that hey! you're stalking and killing the bullies of and are increasingly obsessing over this person, it takes him a bit of time to process. He might not show up on that night, wanting to get his thoughts straight, leaving you very confused, but Jeff does show up the next night wanting you to shut up and sit down and listen to him, because he doesn't want to make this any weirder than it feels for him. You'll hardly understand what he's getting at when he spurts out how you're different and he doesn't really believe in fate but something feels right and every Clyde needs his Bonnie and random crap like that 😂

🔪• You'll have to cut him off with a "so are you asking me out?" and he's like "well... yeah, duh. Don't even think about saying no, because you're not getting rid of me, even if you want to, alright?!?" You can tell he's uncharacteristically nervous. So when you've assessed the situation and see that there's no more harm than there already has been to saying yes, there's an unreadable look of shock and something more in his stony eyes. Then his grin is back, and he's annoying you again by whirling you around in the air and stuff, and boom! You're never getting rid of the maniac. He's yours. Congratulations.

🔪• I'm gonna be honest with you; dating Jeff The Killer is definitely not the easiest mountain you chose to climb, but at the end of the day, if all you want is his manic, obsessive love and devotion to you, then it's well worth it. Take the amount of obsessiveness and stalker behaviour he's shown to you as a weird-ass friend and multiply it by a thousand. I'm not kidding.

🔪• Jeff The Killer genuinely cares about those who have somehow made it to that point with him, and as you're at the top of that list, damn, you'll be spoiled. Don't ask him where he gets all the jewels and trinkets and things you've been wanting or that match your hobbies and talents, because they're yours, and they've always been yours. So your welcome, enjoy, he knew you'd like it. That's one way he shows his love. It's kind of like a way of saying that he's always thinking about you, which isn't an exaggeration at all. I can definitely imagine him killing for you with pride and bringing back a heart all casual-like, while you shake your head with an awkward smile.

🔪• "That's, uh, sweet of you, Jeff, but seriously, throw it away now, that's rank."

🔪• No one else catches his eye after you, too. He's never met someone truly beautiful, inside and out, before you, and he's convinced he won't after. So if someone tries to beg for their life or give him compliments he used to like, it's pretty much ineffective now. "You'll ever be as hot as my doll is, you sadass, but here, I'll carve a little something to get you halfway there~"

🔪• He can actually be surprisingly sweet when he wants to. On his bad days, now he'll just lean into you in silence and twirl his blade around, while you play with his hair or put something on TV or somehow end up staring at him. If you look closer and beyond the chalky white shade of his burnt skin and the deep, bloody scars that trace up from his lips, you can notice how he probably was a good-looking boy before the 'accident.' But don't let him catch you looking, because, bad mood or not, he's a cocky bastard, and will end up grinning and saying something like "it's rude to stare, dolly," which ruins the moment lmao

🔪• Jeff can also get clingy when he feels like it too, though he'll never admit it. He likes how your body's always warm when he is somehow always freezing, and being able to have time alone with you, where you're all his, and no one can take it away from him. He'll go freaking rabid if anyone tries, and no one wants that.

🔪• He gets a little awkward when it comes to comfort and opening up, but he'll get there. He learns from you to just give you a silent hug instead of patting you on the back and telling you to chin up or something stupid, or tries to make you laugh, or kills the thing that's getting you down, if you let him. That's your decision 🙃

🔪• He eventually opens up to you about his past, too, which takes him a lot of courage and a lot of patience for you. It's good that you know, though, because it's something to be even closer about, and the more you know about each other, the more you belong together. At least, that's Jeff's logic.

🔪• Jeff can be a bit possessive and sulky when those moments have to end in the mornings, and he's been known to just shove his white hoodie over your head and demand you wear it when he's not with you. Which is fine, Jeff, but seriously, clean that blood of it first.

🔪• But when all is said and done, no matter how heartless and cold and crazy he may seem, and undoubtedly is, he's sane enough to know that he loves you. His love can be ridiculously intense and overwhelming at times, but you can learn to work around or with it. He will do it. Whether anyone believes it or not, him and you knowing your love is enough for Jeff.

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hayhay123 · 3 months

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I'll still be reading 'x reader' fanfics no matter if they're cringe or not and enjoying them, idc 😭😭✌️

#creepypasta #mha #fandoms #x reader #Masky #Hoodie #fanfictions #ben drowned #ticci toby #jeff the killer #eyeless jack

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darkromanceenthusiast · 1 year

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Can I get chubby s/o x eyeless Jack, (any other cp), and slenderman pls I love ur writing

Pairings: Eyeless Jack x reader, Jeff the Killer x reader, Slenderman x reader (separate)

Contains: chubby reader, fluff, these man are so appreciative of the chub, mentions of sex

Jack loves loves loves your chubbiness, this man definitely prefers curvy girls imo

He is the first to compliment you and your body in any situation, he always notices when you wear new clothes or sexy lingerie/underwear

If you wear his shirts or such around the house he might just break down onto his knees from sheer horniness

Jack loves to cuddle so much and he routinely makes your thighs or tummy into a pillow for himself

He will ‘make biscuts’ on your thighs like a cat, often while letting out some very deep purrs

He also loves giving you little love bites all over your body

Jack also love watching you do stuff around the house because he loves seeing the jiggle

Jeff is absolutely feral and unhinged when it comes to your body

He is constantly slapping your ass

Constantly seriously

If you walk infront of this man your ass is getting slapped

Jeff does everything in his power to see you naked as often as he can

He once broke into the bathroom by popping the window out of frame because you locked the bathroom door and he heard the shower running

Jeff is even more of a cuddle bug than Jack is, if you’re close and not busy you’re probably wrapped up in Jeff’s arms

He also loves it when you wear his hoodie, seeing you in one of his old bloodstained hoodies drives him crazy

Especially if you only wear underwear or shorts underneath so he can see your ass and thighs

Slender does his best to act as professional and respectful as possible but you make it very difficult

“My love, you look exquisite, please be kind to me.” Is Slender’s way of saying you’re so sexy he’s struggling

He loves to sneakily pinch or smack your ass with his tendrils

He also is very into worshipping your body and caressing the parts of your body you’re uncomfortable with

Slender loves watching you do literally anything, he thinks you’re so attractive

He will also let you wear his sweaters when you’re cold which always ends up getting him hot and bothered

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nymm-of-night · 5 months

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Marble Hornets is over. Alex Kralie is dead, Jay Merrick is dead, Brian Thomas is dead, and Tim Wright has exited stage left. Trapped in the shackles of parental obligation and the shifting hallways of a rotting mansion, Tim finds himself struggling to keep three teenage serial killers alive. Despite dwindling rations, incessant Nightcore, and the inscrutable demands of the Operator, he’s managed to carve out stability on the edge of nowhere—a stability that shatters when a familiar corpse takes a seat at their table.

Do you have fond memories of yesteryear's edgy teen fandoms? Did your parents forbid you from reading Jeff the Killer Quotevs because they thought they were a bad influence? Do you want to see ToTheArk be the worst foster parents on Earth? Are you enthused by the phrase "Slenderman's Costco Membership"?

If so, this fic may be for you! Slowcooked in the Marble Hornets fandom for ten years and garnished with a reduction of Monster Energy drinks and eyeliner, In Loco Parentis is a fun throwback to classic Slendermansion fanfiction. It's 100% finished, updates Mondays, and has more brooding 2013 yaoi AMV energy than you can shake a paddle at. Grab your favorite Nightcore Playlist (or the writer's mix) and enjoy!

#please read my fanfiction i worked on this for 1.5 years and it's going to get buried in /reader content in minutes #Creepypasta #Marble Hornets #Masky #Hoody #Tim Wright #Brian Thomas #jeff the killer #Ben Drowned #Eyeless Jack #Slenderman #Creepypasta Mansion

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stephaniebrownslover · 13 days

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MY MAIN CREEPYPASTA AU

Guys guys this is kind of my biggest AU project so far,.

I was wondering why I can't write a nice and long fiction like everyone, and I think I found one of the reasons. It may be that I have so many AU's.

So I decided to create a basic base AU. You know some of my side AU's, and while they'll also exist, but there are no such AU of mine where I can say "oh yeah, this is like that.".

Every time I write a fic, I design a different past story or something for the character or change the details, so basically in my AU, I can't say Clockwork doesn't like this or something like that.

So I'm doing something like this so that I won't have to go experience this anymore.

Again, there will bestories where I change these details and so on, but I will try to stick to this AU most of the time, no matter how difficult it will be for me at first.

So that's why I won't give details like ficlets, saying things like this will happen, that will happen, and I'll probably do background information or something instead.

This is what happened when I couldn't decide between 2-3 ideas for a character, but I finally decided to take a hand to fix this mess.

Maybe this AU will be used only in 1-2 stories, and I won't use it any more. I don't know, so it depends on whether I like it or not and my indecision.

I know that Masky and Hoodie are not in creepypastas, I will try to use them in a mixed way of creepypasta and Marble Hornets.

DEATH TO TWINK MASKY!!!!!!

Offenderman doesn't exist in this universe because I hate him for being pedo and rapist. Don't come and try to defend him to me.

Also I'm starting out with the idea of designing a main AU and I'm waiting for your questions whatever you want to ask!!!

I'm going to make separate posts or something to answer questions, and I'm going to try to create a past story about the characters by trying to use the order I wrote here.

WARNING: I don't think about sticking to canon in most things, because the characters' stories are really bad and cliche and need to be rewritten. So if this AU is not 'realistic', you may not read it, I'm not forcing you to read it.

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Main characters

-Jeff The Killer

-Clockwork

- Hoodie

-Masky

-Ticci Toby

-Eyeless Jack

-Jane The Killer

-X-Virus

-Nina The Killer

-Kate The Chaser

Total: 10 characters

Main supporting characters

-Homicidal Liu

-Sally

-Ben Drowned

-Puppeteer

-Zero

-Nurse Ann

-Bloody Painter

-Judge Angels

-Mary Vaughn

Total: 9 characters

Supporting characters

-Lulu

-Laughing Jack

-Nightmare Ally

-Kagekao

-Rouge

-Jason The Toymaker

-Laughing Jill

Total: 7 characters

Background characters

-Slenderman

-Emra

-Dr. Smiley

-Cat Hunter

-Zalgo

-Weeping Forest

Total: 6 characters

The sum of all: 32 characters

You can ask questions and things you are curious about my ask box as anon or yourself, I will make a post about it!

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nightfang22 · 15 days

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Okay so unpopular opinion (maybe?) but I am so in love with the way the creepypasta fandom has evolved from uwu soft baby boi to like cold blooded killers who truthfully portray their disorders and issues.I’ve seen lots of people talk about how it glorifies abuse but I don’t think that’s true.Like these characters were designed to act this way.We’re just sticking to the script now.I think it also helps people who have said disorders who are also in the fandom.

#autistic #autistic positivity #fanfic #masterlist #minors dni #fanfiction #creepypasta #ticci toby #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #ben drowned #masky marble hornets #tim masky #mh masky #creepypasta masky #hoodie

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keis-slut · 1 month

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insane|j.the killer

CW: SOMNO, CNC, “DADDY”, CHOKING

Third Person POV

he was just passing through when he spot your house again.

recognizing it from the familiar window frame he had attempted to get into not too long ago as he was plotting his next victim.

but that time, he had decided against targeting you.

something about you, your eyes as you caught him slipping through your window, like a deer in headlights.

but the thoughts behind your eyes were more than just nothing, to him.

they almost mirrored his, almost scared him.

not an ounce of anxiety or fear in them, more like curiosity, or insanity just waiting to come out.

he knew, he felt that you were different.

he just had a gut feeling that you were, that something inside you had twisted, just like him.

and that disgustingly turned him on.

he wanted to meet you again, he wanted to find out, and something pulled him towards your house, telling him to climb back up to the familiar window frame.

see if he’d catch another glimpse of those deranged eyes that drew him in such a way that should be revolting.

and he did.

he slipped carefully up to your window, already left open as if you’d been waiting for him to come back, and this excited him.

he felt like he knew how your mind worked, but maybe biased.

yet, you wanted him to come back.

you hoped that he would.

and so you slept with your window wide open, sleeping in a strappy sports bra and panties.

waiting for him to come back, you’d dream of him coming to your window, blood stained hoodie and permanent smile.

eyes that you knew could read yours like a wide open book.

and he really could, even as you slept soundly while he brought a leg onto your mattress, and then the other as he straddled you.

you hadn’t shifted at all yet, his bleached, calloused hand making it past what little blanket you had hiding yourself.

he graced his fingers just below what clothed your chest, the anticipation making his cock throb shamelessly.

you really were sound asleep, but your dreams weren’t any less sinful than what unbeknownst to you was already playing out in front of you.

cupping one in one hand, and his torn lips eagerly sucking one breast in the other, you did turn slightly in your sleep.

but that didn’t stop him, it only amused him more as he squeezed harder.

him and you both dreaming, fantasizing about this exact moment.

his hand slipped down to your waistband, and you started to cry.

whining and crying in your sleep, he hooked a finger into your cunt, surprising him with how much you’d soaked yourself, and you weren’t even conscious.

until you jolted, sitting up and finally opening your eyes to meet his dark ones.

“i knew you’d come”

there it was, the crazed look in your eyes as they then rolled back from the pleasure.

“‘n you’re about to, aren’t ‘cha?”

he adored how fast you’d woken up, practically riding his fingers to chase your high as one of your hands clamped around his wrist.

he brought his other hand quickly to your throat, pushing you back down onto your pillow as he towered over you.

“daddy, oh god-“

you choked as he leaned down, getting close to your face, and what a strong metallic smell he gave off, mixed with slight petrichor too.

must have been raining.

his scent drove you absolutely mad, insane, as he felt you tighten around his fingers.

“s’ tight, i wanna keep you forever”

your chest heaved as you felt yourself close to finishing, his hand never slowing down, only going faster.

“yes, yes! all yours, take me!”

you scream as he curled his fingers tightly inside your cunt, then gasping as you felt something drip down your ass.

his hand tightened around your neck, causing your vision to grow fuzzy, but you didn’t care as you placed your hand over his and pushed even harder.

“you’re fucking insane, i love it”

#smut writing #writers on tumblr #wattpad #smut writer #writer stuff #fanfic writer #ao3 writer #fanfiction writer #creepypasta jtk #creepypasta smut #creepy pasta #creepypasta #jeff the killer #jtk x reader #jtk smut #jtk

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