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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
(not my gif)
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.
#jeff the killer x reader#jeff the killer x fem!reader#jeff the killer imagines#creepypasta fanfiction#jeff the killer fanfiction#black balloons tag
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𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩*ೃ༄
(Includes: Jeff the Killer, EJ, Ticci Toby, Nina the Killer, Kate the Chaser.)
: ̗̀➛Back to source
╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
Wasn’t ready for it.
Like…
At all.
What are you actually supposed to do when you walk into your partner doing their makeup to look like you…?
He stared at the makeup around your mouth that was mimicking his cut smile.
He’d think it was real if he hadn’t seen the makeup brush in hand and the darkest red eyeshadow you could get on the vanity.
His exact words were:
“What the actual fuck are you doing??”
You explained the whole shower makeup thing to him. He personally thinks you’re weird for this. Why do your makeup just to wash it off?
He doesn’t come in your room anymore before you go in the shower…
╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤
Another one who wasn’t ready for it.
He’d forgotten his scalpel for his… night activities…
“Hey, have you seen- … Why are you blue…?”
He stared at you intensely waiting for some answers.
He doesn’t know what’s going on since his eye sight is, like, REALLY BAD.
You drop the makeup brush, eyes wide. Blabbering about pre-shower makeup and how it’s practically a ritual.
Riiighhttttt…
He’ll laugh about it later though, won’t look at you doing your makeup the same EVER again.
╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲
Woahhhhhhh!
“MY TURN!”
HIM NEXT, HIM NEXT, HIM NEXT!
He wants to have a go!
He loves when you do your makeup, he feels like he’s getting in on something he shouldn’t know…
You’ll be sharing the stool of your vanity, brushing the makeup brush against his skin. As he try’s to sit as still as possible giggling as the brush tickles his skin.
(I searched it up, people w cipa respond well to tickling.)
He over all just loves when you do his pre-shower makeup. He feels like he’s getting pampered.
He’s a chancer and will try to join you in the shower too. (It’s up to you how it goes though)
╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
She came into your room to borrow you bronzer for her pre-shower makeup!!
She’s excited as fuck since she thought she was the only girl in the manor who did this.
“I’ll do yours if you do mine!!”
Girlys ecstatic.
Like with Toby, it becomes a ritual of sorts and you guys ALWAYS!! Have to do it together.
And before you guys head into separate bathrooms to shower, lots of selfies will be taken to remember each time.
Like a get ready with me shower edition™
╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫
Knows exactly what’s happening when she walks in.
She knew all too well from witnessing this exact routine with Nina.
All she wanted was some loving from her girlfriend and now she has to wait until you wash all the makeup off during your shower.
That may turn into an everything shower due to embarrassment from getting caught.
“Pfft…”
She’ll snort out a laugh, before closing the door and coming back in after your shower.
Will tease you about it as you guys snuggle though.
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#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta hcs#creepypasta reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta x female reader#jeff the killer x y/n#jeff the killer x you#jeff the killer x reader#eyeless jack x y/n#eyeless jack x reader#ticci toby x fem reader#ticci toby x y/n#nina the killer x reader#nina the killer#kate the chaser x you#kate the chaser x reader#kate milens x reader
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✩ ABC’S
NSFW alphabet with JEFFREY MASON.
NOTE: this is my first hc list so i apologize if it's messy!
—‘A’ IS FOR AFTERCARE (What they’re like after sex)
Will make sure you're okay, clean you up, barrage you with kisses all over, and run you a bath/shower if you want one.
—‘B’ IS FOR BODY PART (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes his hands and arms
He likes how strong they are and what he can do with them
He likes your entire body; waist, boobs, hips, ass, hands, mf feet even
He just thinks you're perfect
Head to toe...literally
—‘C’ IS FOR CUM (Anything to do with cum basically…)
Cums absolute buckets like??
Literally so much
Loves to cum in and on you
Loves smearing and rubbing in all of the cum he leaves on your body
He's so messy
Dirty, dirty boy
—‘D’ IS FOR DIRTY SECRET (Pretty self-explanatory; a dirty secret of theirs)
He really wants you to give him a foot or heel job, he doesn't know how to bring it up tho
—‘E’ IS FOR EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Very inexperienced
You're his first but he has a good understanding of what to do
Learned from research, watching p0rn, etc.
He watched those instructional, "how to" p0rn vids lmao
He's an eager learner, just wants to make you feel good
—‘F’ IS FOR FAV POSITION (This goes without saying, can probably include visuals)
Mating press
Cowgirl– whether he's in control or not
Legs in the air
—‘G’ IS FOR GOOFY (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He's more serious but he's more relaxed with it yk? just to make it more comfortable for the both of you
Serious if he's jealousy fucking you though or smth
"God, look at this mess you're making on me, doll. Spencer couldn't do that, could he?"
—‘H’ IS FOR HAIR (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Keeps himself trimmed up, has a nice lil happy trail
Not like you can really see it tho
Carpet does not match the drapes
White pubes ofc
—‘I’ IS FOR INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He can be very intimate, even when he's being rough.
—‘J’ IS FOR JACK OFF (Masturbation headcanon)
Masturbates a lot
To you ofc, whether he's thinking of you or using pictures of you
The amount of times he's jizzed on his phone screen is concerning
—‘K’ IS FOR KINK (One or more of their kinks)
Voyeurism; more specifically, watching you– touch yourself, bathe, or undress. It drives him crazy.
Knife play
Wants to carve his name on your lower back, give you a cute lil tramp stamp
Also wants you to suck on the handle of his knife
Scent kink
Panty fetish
Light bondage
Slight daddy kink
Spit kink
A lowkey foot fetish
Has a finger sucking fetish, he loves it when you lick and suck on his fingers. He'll do it to you too sometimes
Somnophilia (sex while you're sleeping)
Hair pulling. Loves it when you do it to him especially
Choking (giving and receiving, gives way more tho)
Impact play (spanking you)
Overstim (giving and receiving)
Orgasm control (giving and receiving)
Ear licking/sucking (giving and receiving)
Dacryphilia (likes seeing you cry from pleasure)
Wanted to learn Shibari but doesn't have the patience for the more intricate ones, but he knows one..
He uses it to "punish" you
—‘L’ IS FOR LOCATION (Favourite places to do the do)
Anywhere tbh
bed, floor, couch, counter, table, against a wall, in a doorway...
He does not care
—‘M’ IS FOR MOTIVATION (What turns them on, gets them going)
Sometimes he can just look at you and he gets a hard on
You being bratty, whiny, or teasing
Wearing anything revealing, but that's a given
You in dresses or skirts. I can imagine him just sticking his head underneath and eating you out like a starved man
—‘N’ IS FOR NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Age play
Coprophilia (feces)
Basically just really disgusting stuff
—‘O’ IS FOR ORAL (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Loves giving and receiving head but likes giving more
He loves to pleasure you, he likes to see how good he can make you feel with just his mouth alone
He likes leaving you fully satisfied
He leaves sloppy kisses all over and tongue fucks you when he goes down on you
Tells you how pretty your pussy is and how good you taste
But...he also loves the way you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth
How you kiss it or slide your mouth along the base, and how you look up at him all while doing it.
—‘P’ IS FOR PACE (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually fast and rough but switches it up to slow and rough
Will switch up paces during to tease you
If you ask to go faster, harder, etc. he obliges but not after a little teasing
He can be slow and sensual when he wants to, it's not often though
—‘Q’ IS FOR QUICKY (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Doesn't do them often as he likes to take his time and do it right
On the occasion he just cant wait, he'll pull you away somewhere private and fuck you stupid
And like I said in my last bullet in motivation; he most definitely will stick his head up your skirt or dress and eat you out
—‘R’ IS FOR RISK (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
100%
—‘S’ IS FOR STAMINA (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He can last pretty long, 3-4 rounds.
Expect him to get even more vocal the more rounds you do, you just feel so good to him
—‘T’ IS FOR TOY (Do they own toys? Do they use them; on a partner or themselves?)
Both! Loves to use them on you and for you to use them on him
—‘U’ IS FOR UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)
So unfair, loves to tease
Just likes to see you whine for him, then he'll give you what you both want
—‘V’ IS FOR VOLUME (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Very vocal, moans, groans, whimpers, and whines and doesn't care who hears
He'll want you to be vocal too, don't hold back
It spurs him on, encourages him
Boost his confidence hearing how good he's fucking you
Wants everybody to hear how good you're making him feel and how good he's making you feel
Will absolutely be calling you pretty while he's fucking into you
Talking you through your orgasms too
Tells you how good you feel, how good you are, how pretty you are, etc.
He gets so cocky after smh
—‘W’ IS FOR WILD CARD (Random headcannon(s) for the character of your choice)
He's a switch but v top leaning
He will bottom on occasion but he tops more
He really likes when you do take control, he loves the veiw
Absolutely hypnotized by his gorgeous girl topping him
Despite other ppl hc him to like degrading you, I think it would be the opposite ☝️
He doesn't like saying mean things to his love, he knows what that feels like
He likes praise, giving and receiving
Maybe I'm biased bc I'm a praise girl
He'll only degrade you if it's something you really like or if it's twisted with some kind of praise
"So pretty...such a pretty lil' slut f'me."
Loves kissing during it, likes feeling your moans and whines in his mouth
Pleasure dom?? yes!
He's a stalker and when he's watching you, he's rubbing his cock to his pretty little thing changing, showering, masturbating, sleeping, etc.
You just look so pretty doing absolutely anything, he can't get enough of you
And you have a very conveniently placed tree in front of one of your bedroom windows
He's hid in your closet while you were home jerking it too
He's such a fuckin creep <3
—‘X’ IS FOR X-RAY (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He's packing idc
7.5-8 inches, has some girth
Slightly curves up and to the left, flushed pink tip
Nice, round, heavy balls
—‘Y’ IS FOR YEARN (How high is their sex drive?)
Very high, his mind is always in the gutter
Constantly wants to fuck you
You gotta pry him off you sometimes, he's so feral
—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)
After the aftercare, he's knocked tf out.
But sometimes he'll just watch you as you're sleeping, caress your face and hair, and admire your beauty. He wonders how you could like someone like him :(
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THE BATHHOUSE
JEFF THE KILLER X FEM! READER
Inspired by the game "The Bathhouse" by Chilla's Art.
🧼 🧼 🧼
" Here you go, ma'am!" I said while handing a white towel to a woman who looked like she was in her 50's and sweetly smiled.
"Thank you, hun." She smiled back at me before walking away.
I work at an old bathhouse, one that was built in 1990. I turned on the speaker I brought from home and began to play "Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez.
I was about to sit down when a man came in. "Hello!" I beamed and gave him a sweet smile.
I could hear the smirk in the man's deep voice that was muffled by the black mask he wore.
"Hey there. How's a pretty girl like you doin' on this fine night." the man said and I nervously giggled.
"Oh, no need to flatter. I'm just working."
"Just working, huh?" The man asks and I slowly nod.
"Yes.." I say and hand the man a towel as he looks into my eyes and chuckles.
"You the only one workin' here?" He asks and I let out a 'mhm' and lean onto the counter with a sweet smile.
The man hums and stares at me for a few more seconds before walking away.
"That was..something." I giggle a bit and sit down to scroll through Tumblr.
TIME SKIP
It was closing time and everybody left except for that man from earlier.
"Ugh, I have to go get him." I whine and go to the males side of the bathhouse and begin to walk around.
"Hello! Sir? You can't stay here!" I shout walking around listening for any signs of the man.
"Hello?" I shout one more time before sighing and just standing there like a deer in headlights.
I walk towards the sauna and enter it, leaving the door wide open.
"Doesn't look like he's in here." I mumbled and before I even get to turn around, I'm suddenly grabbed from behind and being carried away from the sauna.
I scream and kick trying to get out of the person's grasp. Tears scream down my face as I hear the person chuckle.
Oh my God.
It's that guy.
It's that guy I was talking to at the counter!
But he seemed so chill at first?! Why is he doing this?
I feel myself be put into the backseat of a car and I began to sob and kick as the man ties me up.
"Ha. Your mine now, pretty." The man chuckles and puts tape over my mouth as I squirm and cry while shaking my head.
The man shuts the door of the backseat before entering the driver's seat and shutting the door.
He starts the car and drives away as I sob harder.
The man rips off his mask and looks at me through the rear view mirror.
I can see his face and it's horrifying.
Tears stream down my face as he chuckles and fixes his eyes on the road.
"Your gonna have to get use to me, doll." He begins and I shake my head and let out a muffled 'not.
"Cause your gonna be seeing this face for a while." He cackles as I begin to cry harder than I was before.
I have to escape him.
I will escape him.
PART 2 COMING SOON
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(Protective) Jane the Killer x (hopeless) Gyno! Reader - Requited Attraction
Rating: 18+ contains slight violence and nsfw:
Y/n hissed as Jane pulled you by the ear, dropping you onto the bathroom floor, she winced only slightly as she pulled locked the door and pressed her back against it. She looked at you pointedly as she crossed her arms and legs, yet her hand still hovered over her knife.
"Y/n, I have him handled. I told you not to get in the middle of it." Distantly you could hear clattering, undoubtedly where Masky had found the fucks to give worth restraining Jeff.
"So now your protecting him?" You ask taking a step forward gesturing wildly within the small space.
Immediately she leaned forward," Don't you ever-" she took a shaky breath and leaned back. Clutching her forehead in her palm. "Look, Y/n, I understand we have mutual hated. But if you handle it out in the open like that, then fucking eldritch string cheese will rip you to pieces right with him."
She looked up brushing a single hair our of her eye with a elegant black coffin nail. Two of the fingers on each hand shorter than the rest, a fact Jeff made relentlessly mockery of. Along with being something, as well as watching the other feminine pastas look at with very mixed feelings.
You knew your feelings on it very well. But if she noticed your rising blush she didn't call attention to it at the moment.
You tried to step past her, only for her to press you to the sink, each hand pressed to the porcelain behind you. Your thumbs on one side overlapping, a fact you noticed almost as quickly as she leaned against you. She was surprisingly warm, the temperature radiating past the leather and much thinner material.
"I can't," she huffed gritting her teeth, almost baring them to you. "I won't allow Jeff to cause the death of another good person. A rapist? Sure? Pedo? Absolutely, without a doubt." She leaned more and your back was pressed against the cold mirror, you could feel it through your own shirt.
"but not you." She growled in her deep savory tone. Despite the aggression within, it filled your senses with the image of a dark red wine. Coursing so much like the blood that followed both of your actions.
Again you noticed that spray of blood across her face. It slowly gather in the corner of her pressed soft lips, it dripped down onto your shirt, you could feel it through the fabric against your warm breast.
"But if you feed into him, he will get away with it. So please..."She relented shifting her weight back, still her black skinny jeans were pressed against your own clothes. That same warmth radiating, it reminded you of the mornings she smiled at you, that being every single one.
"let me be the one to end him. You go on living, I've already lost too much. Let him take too much from me, from us-"
"I cant," you look away, that red creeping up your neck as your face became flush. "Y-you don't understand."
Her pale strong hand gripped your chin as she pulled you to look her dead in her deep, black eyes. They were a underground pool, swimming with thoughts and powerful emotions, begging you to reach out to experience them yourself. Her mouth slightly parted to speak, but instead letting out a long, slow, warm breath.
She looked at you carefully, examining your face, as she leaned slightly forward.
"do you...about me?" She asked quietly as her harsh look melted in, shifting elegantly into the slightest smile.
You managed a nod and that was enough to earn a sharp intake from her. Her head flicked to the ground, her soft hair brushing against you as she did, for a long tenuous moment she just stood.
She slowly pulled you by your chin, her grip much softer now. Her plump black lips now merely a inch or two from your own, "Can I?" Her deep black pools beckoned you to dive in.
And dive you did.
It started slow, a slow lean from you both, her hands gently lifting you as she kissed up into you. Her hands roaming your back to your stomach and hips. Her fingers only slightly grazing over the fabric, but you could have sworn a inferno followed under her nails command.
The kiss deepened, a heat within both your cores radiating up through you, igniting your lips and tounge into action. In response they danced.
To say they fought would be a stain on this moment, on whatever this was between this moment.
Soft gasps and whines, turned into pants of hot breath, turned into soft lips pressing into skin. Teeth grazing and sometimes outright digging in as you both suckled. Her fingertips slid across you, spurring that warmth forward, until the slid along your own hands. Gently pulling them towards her but letting them rest in the air, placing it into your hands. She was letting you decide what happened.
Your hands traced her corset as the reached behind, rubbing along her sides as you reached back to untie the knot. Her breasts pushed forward as you pulled her into you, standing between your legs as you sat on top the sink counter. Ignoring the amount of bottles and cans you knocked over.
You kissed the top of her soft flesh and in turn she softly pulled your head into their embrace. As you pulled away the corset and she shifted her dress, her elegant hand pulling away the veil obscuring the beauty of the soft flesh. Your lips soon found their way to it eliciting a soft gasp as her nails softly dug into your scalp.
"Y-you could have...fuck told me sooner, you idiot." She muttered breathlessly as she leaned her neck up, looking up to the sky.
At some point during being so focused with your hands and mouth yoy brought your knee between her strong muscled legs, it didn't take long for her to hike up the skirt and follow your hand onto it. Warm, wet through the slight remainder of fabric, between you both.
Her nailed hands slid along your neck, softly rubbing as she muttered soft praises about your mouth, the simple warmth it added onto her inferno.
"Are you sure? Your alright?" She whispered, a low hum in your ear, a small twinge of anxiety present in her normal confident and strong voice. She knew how strong she was, she would never want to accidentally use it to hurt someone, especially not you.
"absolutely," you whispered breathlessly as you smiled into her chin, just for her fingers to gently hook under your jaw and crane you up just slightly as she pressed her lips to yours again.
She resumed the movement of her hips along your thigh, you hadn't realized she had stopped as she asked. But you looked into each other's eyes and you knew the same flame was consuming each other.
Your hands unbuttoned your pants as she helps to slide them down, gratefully taking your bare knee rather than the rough fabric. Though at the moment she didn't seem like she would like to complain.
Still her own needs unfulfilled she pulled your close holding your tight as she slipped down against your body, your blush creeping further and warmth centering between your legs once you saw her plump black lips hover there. She softly pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, the lipstick leaving a simple stain. You realize they must already decorate your throat and lips.
You nod, that's all she needed. Her tounge dipping deep inside as it proves for where you were most sensitive. Her thumb rubbing along your clit as she did so, ever soft whimper you made only made her elicit more and more reactions.
Her lips and fingers worked you, that warmth building into a hot core from her efforts her other palm pressed against your stomach, rubbing it almost soothingly as you panted quietly.
"W-what if they-?"
"They won't." She answered only pausing to look at your affirmation, again at receiving it she continued as your legs shook gently. Earning a small chuckle from her, as that core grew hotter and hotter.
With a whimper and holding one of her hands tightly, you bit your lips as warmth and pleasant waves of pleasure rushed over you. She pressed a soft finger to your lips as your legs vibrated around her soft skull.
Once your breath steadied, and your eyes centered you found she had already pulled on your pants and was helping you button them. When she finished, hot pants came from her slightly-parted shiny black lips. A soft hand cradling your cheek as she looked at you, a small hunger growing in her dark eyes.
"I-I...I'm going to take five minutes. Pretend I chewed you out, if your up in my room when I get back..."her gaze bore into me as she slightly shivered with a growing smile. "I might just enjoy it if you stay the night."
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Jeff the killer x tall! fem!reader
(short one-shot)
warnings;
Reader works for Slenderman
This is kinda short lol
Jeff is 5'6(hc), so reader is implied to be over 5'7
This does not apply to my other headcanons for Jeff;?@;#
Mentions of murder
Blood
Cursing, it is censored tho
I apologize if the way I describe rooms don't make sense, I'm horrible at describing rooms lol
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Jeff the killer is a stone cold serial killer, he shows no remorse for his actions, nor any compassion for his victims. He finds pleasure in the pain of others, and takes even more pleasure in inflicting it
Never in a thousand years would anyone think he'd be absolutely head over heels for someone.
But here you are
When Jeff first saw you, he felt a little threatened by you.
The way you towered over him, plus your menacing glare was enough to make anybody uncomfortable.
At first, he'd treat you how he treated everyone.
He'd tease you, steal your things, and start fights with you, both verbal and psychical.
And each time you'd defend yourself, or mess with him, it'd only fuel his hatred for you.
But that changed when he got assigned to go on a mission, with you
it was a simple mission, break into a few houses and kill a few people, you know, basic stuff.
Jeff did the dirty work, as you kept watch.
Everything was going smoothly until you got to the last house, which Slenderman had specifically warned you about.
(Slenderman never really told you why exactly he needs those people killed, but he does tell you what they look like, and how dangerous they may be.)
"maybe we should go in toget-" you were saying, before you were rudely interrupted, making you furrow your brows
"no f*cking way." He scoffed
"you just keep watching, I'll handle it"
"wouldn't want you to get hurt.." he said sarcastically, before walking upstairs, to the master bedroom where the victim was.
You looked at your watch, nearly 5 minutes passed, and he still wasn't done.
You huffed before heading up stairs to check on him.
*CRASH*
You quickly picked up your pace, and you could feel anger bubbling in your stomach thinking of how much he regularly messed stuff up
Once you saw the door, you quickly opened it to see Jeff on the ground, being violently choked by a buff older man.
He was kicking, and scratching at the man, but he wasn't letting up.
The room was completely trashed, there was blood on the walls, and bed.
You couldn't see a wound on Jeff, (except for his ego) so it must've come from the old guy.
He was clearly occupied with Jeff, you took this moment to tackle him.
The old man winced in pain as his back hit the hardwood floor, once he processed what was going on, with one swift move he kneed you in the abdomen as hard as possible
You groaned in pain, as you rolled over onto the floor and quickly placed your hand on the spot he hit.
He wasted no time to get up, and kick you in the stomach.
he pulled his leg back, this time aiming for your face, but before he could land another blow, Jeff jumped onto his back and started biting, punching, and yelling.
His attacks were uncoordinated, and fast, like that of a wild animal.
The man tried to pry Jeff's arms from around his neck, but to no avail.
you ignored the pain in your stomach, and punched the man right in the jaw, causing a tooth to fly out.
The man tried to hit you back, but missed, you then hit him in the lower abdomen, where Jeff had previously stabbed him.
he groaned, before falling back against the window, crushing Jeff under his weight & creating a crack in the window.
"AUGH" Jeff yelled, as he let go of the man's neck.
the man attempted to stand up, before you punched him in the gut
The man winced, you saw as Jeff quickly crawled away from him, and over to the side.
He looked up at you, his face was seething with anger.
(the old guy, not Jeff)
he attempted to stand up, by pushing himself up the window.
*crack*
the window started splintering
Before he could fully stand up, the window busted, causing the man to fall through it.
"OH" Jeff yelled, as he crawled towards the windowsill.
You walked towards the window, and peeked out to see the man's body lying limp, and lifeless across his own driveway.
"what now.." Jeff muttered
"I.. I don't know" you stared at the body in disbelief
After a moment of silence, Jeff sighed.
"thanks,," he said in a tone that was almost a whisper
"what was that?" You looked at him and slightly smiled
He simply stared at you, and frowned
"well.." you huffed as you grabbed jeffs arm and pulled it around your torso
"we gotta go before the police get here" you said as you made your way down the stairs, still holding onto Jeff.
once the two of you made it out of the front door, you started to speak again
"you know-" you paused before stepping into the sidewalk
"that old guy really f*cked you up" you said with a slight snicker
"and look what he did to you" He yelled with no regard with who would hear him
This would cause the two of you to argue all the way to the car.
The ride home was quiet, the only noise coming from the radio.
Jeff decided to ride in the backseat of the car, so he could take a nap while you drove, since he was "more injured"
In all honesty, he pretended to be asleep.
He just couldn't quit staring at you, in what he tried to convince himself was annoyance, or hate and not something else.
A while after, Jeff found himself thinking about you more, and more.
Not just about how much he disliked you, and the things about you that annoyed him, but about how soft and warm you were, also how tough you can be, how you won't take sh!t from anyone, not even him.
and how although you annoyed him, he enjoyed being around you.
but he also thought about how much he hated seeing you around anyone else
He was conflicted, he had spent months holding nothing but contempt for you, and then suddenly you come and 'save' him and he can't stop thinking about you.
It was seriously p!ssing him off
And the more he was around you, the more his feelings grew.
It took a year for him to realize that he had feelings for you, and another year for him to confess them.
-ONE-SHOT-OVER-
sorry this is so short, I started it awhile ago and I wanted to get it out of drafts.. i may make some hcs about this, but anyway ty all so much for the hearts, reposts, and follows, they mean sm to me <3
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JEFF THE KILLER X FEM READER PART 13
~A Blinkless Gaze~
The next day I awoke to the smell of bacon. I let out a groan as i tried to stretch out all the sleepiness. I opened my eyes and it was oddly bright for morning. I looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. 1:43 pm???!? I jumped up and went into the kitchen to see my man wearing a my pink apron that says 'Chef's kiss' he turned around to look at me. "Well good morning sleepyhead!" He exclaimed. I smiled rubbing out the eye boogers. "Good morning. You look hot in that apron." He put his hands on his hips. "i try" i giggled. "So what are you making, Jeff the chef?" I asked as i walked over to the stove. "Blt's" i smiled. "That sounds delicious." He nodded. "Thanks for cooking." I said softly. "You're welcome." He said returning the same tone. I giggled and went back to our bedroom, grabbed the remote and turned on my favorite show, however I can't stop thinking about the dream I had last night. The way Jeff's expression was twisted and contorted in the most agonizing way. I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. I shook my head and tried to focus on the tv. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and jumped a little. My head whipped around to see my husband with my sandwich. I smiled and said "thank you." "You're welcome, sleeping beauty." I giggled and began to eat my sandwich while I watched the tv. Jeff came in with his sandwich and sat next to me. I ate mine pretty quickly, it did make me feel a little better. The day dragged on as usual, I made lasagna for dinner, and as i was laying down for bed, i see Jeff getting dressed in that disgusting looking white hoodie and black pair of jeans. "I'm gonna go end somebody" he says. "Ok, have fun" i said. Not sure how I should feel about that. I fell asleep before he left, and now I woke up in the weird castle again. Dagnabit. I stood up and there wasn't much there, and I saw that the gigantic doors were open so I slowly made my way over there, and i went to go through the doors, but immediately there was this sharp searing pain throughout my whole body, and I woke up screaming. I looked around to see that im still at home. Ok well that's good. I heard the door open and looked to see a disgustingly bloody Jeff. I nearly gagged at the smell. He looks pretty happy though. "Hi, honey" he said sounding kinda hyper. I smiled at him "hi baby doll" he chuckled and made his way to the shower. As soon as i heard the water running i cleaned up a few bloody footprints, and returned to the bed. I put on my favorite movie and was watching it. I didn't even notice that Jeff had gotten out of the shower until I felt him kiss up my arm. I removed my gaze from the television, and looked at my husband who's leaving small bits of drool all over my arm. My eyes widened as i saw that he's completely naked. I smirked and just let him do his thing. Now he had taken off all of my clothes and is making his way up my neck leaving soft warm wet kisses, he moved his mouth to my ear "how about a little torture hm?" I felt my heart start to race and my breathing get a little heavier in fear that he'd hurt me more than intended but I agreed with him before it seemed like i don't want to be his sub, because i do. I'm just a little nervous. "Good." He said smiling. "I will be right back" he said getting up and going to the closet, he pulled out the black bag from the other day and dumped it out on the bed.
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A/N: Violence, mentions of blood, anxiety, angst with a nice ending :)
Voices.
There are voices coming from everyone, how fast did everyone get here?
A large crowd enshrouded the two figures. One figure tall, the other small.
She just wanted to go home.
School ended an hour ago, why won't he let me leave?
"...I said I'm fucking talking to you. Are you fucking stupid?"
Oh no, people are laughing.
He walks closer, getting into her face.
"No-one wants you here. No-one likes you. You talk too damn much, and I told you the first time, but you're too fucking stupid to understand. Transfer. Leave."
Stinging. The sensation of a tightened throat and wet tears forced to emerge. She wanted to leave. She needed to leave.
"Fucking push her in!"
A disembodied voice. Who said that? Who is she? Had she heard that voice before?
Then, a hard shove.
Pain spread across her legs, she had skinned her knee on the way down. Why her? What did she do?
No time to think, just embarrassment.
Laughing, and laughing, and laughing. Crying, and crying, and crying.
Blood. Brutal punches. The impact enough to break bone. Now, bones were broken. Fear and surprise.
He had been overwhelmed with a much larger form. It's...Kai? What is he doing?
Wait. He's going to kill him! He's going to kill Noah!
This is not what she wanted. She just wanted Noah to leave her alone, not for Kai to kill him.
Frozen in fear, what could she do? They were both stronger than her. The crowd was silent. Staring. Unmoving.
No-one said anything, no-one tried to help.
Oh god, is he dead?
Blood. Everywhere. Concrete. Shoes. Forehead. Hands. Bruised knuckles. Clothes. Hair. Everywhere.
Pure rage, never seen anything like it. It scared her. To the core, it scared her.
Then, clarity.
Another figure pulled him off. Ben.
Oh no.
He is going to get in trouble. He is going to get expelled. He is going to-
My fault. My fault. It's my fault.
He'll hate me now.
The assault had ended.
Noah's still on the ground. Dead? Not dead, just passed out. He nose looks broken from here. I've got to go.
Shaky legs erect. Running. Falling, can't run. Then, big hands lifted soft skin into arms. Warm, smells good. Comfort. She was scared, but she was comforted. She liked being moved by him.
Inside, it is cool and bright. Brighter than outside. The darkened sky indicated the storm that threatened to come, but it never did. The classmate that indicated torture that threatened to come - but it never did.
She needed to get down. To run away. She wanted her legs to move faster than her brain, but she was captured. Strong grip.
Eventually, they had made it to the bathroom. An elongated ottoman placed on the outside. He sat down there, with her. Covered in drying blood. Not his. Maybe his. Only on his knuckles.
"I'll get some wet paper towels and band-aids for her knees," Ben spoke.
She should leave, get down. Transfer and never come back, like Noah had said. But - but he opened his mouth. Too late.
He lightly placed her on the ottoman. Knelling in front of her surveying the damage on legs. Worry in his brows.
"I would've killed that fucker if Ben didn't pull me off."
Hands went towards soft skin.
Words. Words. Threats. Why?
Caressing the wound. Ghost touches. Ghost touches, but it still stung.
His eyes. His piercings glinting from the overhead lights in the school building. So pretty. His black hood enmeshed in cascading hair. He is so pretty when he looks at her like that. She savored when he looked at her like that. Does he know that? Does he know that she desperately wants to be with him? He probably hates her. Maybe if she leaves, the hurt will lessen.
Tears.
"Fuck - you're crying again. Com'ere"
She couldn't stop, but he embraced her anyway.
A pause - then,
"Kai - do you hate me?"
Shakey voice, complemented by unfiltered tears.
Taken aback, furrowed brows. A scoff. Oh no, is he angry with her?
"Why would I fuckin' hate you, Whitney? That piece of shit hurt you."
Another pause. Why was she so bad at talking? Why was she still shaking? It's over. Get over it, she told herself.
So awkward.
"I don't know - what if you get expelled? It would be my fault because-"
"Don't need to worry about that. I'll handle it."
Her gaze was back on his pretty face. When had she looked down at the floor?
Hands through hair. A sigh.
By now, Ben was back. He looked worried too.
Did Ben hear what she said? Was he close enough? Did he hear her confess her pointless anxieties to Kai?
So embarrassing.
Cool paper towels and band-aids on skin. It still stung, but it was better. It was better because he was here.
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MDNI / +18 / I WILL BLOCK
info and oneshot under the cut
alpha!jeff the killer x beta!reader (fem)
word count : 2,190
pov : First Person / reader
requested
a oneshot i did the other day, requested and posted originally here. it was a lil bit rushed and my first time writing for omegaverse but hopefully you enjoy. based off the slender mansion idea, where they all live in a mansion under one roof.
Living in a giant manor buried deep within the woods with a bunch of serial killers was interesting, especially when they were mostly alphas which lead to weird yet entertaining competitions of sorts to prove who was the best or to try and win over one of the few omegas that lived here. I wasn't interested in being turned into a prize of sorts, so I had been pretending to be a beta to keep out of it. In fact it wasn't exactly hard to convince the mansion I was a beta, especially with the heat blockers I had brought with me to the mansion. Everything was going like normal, I was lounging on my bed while reading a book and listening to the chaos downstairs until I felt a familiar tingle in my lower abdomen.
Was it really that time of the month again? I guess it was time for my heat, so I had quickly hopped up to take my suppressants before anyone could smell the pheromones emanating from me. I dug through my bag, my brows furrowing as I couldn't find the bottle of pills I desperately needed. Feeling a bit panicked now that the bottle wasn't where I left it, I hurried to the bathroom attached to my room to see if they were in there. A wave of relief flooded through me as I saw the bottle on the counter of my sink, a faint smile tugging at my lips. However, the smile soon fell as I picked up the bottle and noticed it was empty. I found myself pacing, unsure of what to do after pretending I was a beta for so long.
I knew I couldn't just leave to find more heat suppressants since I know my pheromones were growing stronger the longer I waited, and the longer I waited the less effect the pills would have anyways. Feeling like there was no other option, I would just make a nest while I was still clear headed enough to do so. As I walked back into my room, I found myself stumbling as the tingling sensation grew more and the familiar brain fog of my heat was starting to settle.
I let out a small whine, my trembling legs barely carrying me to the bed as small beads of sweat started to form on my face. Damn, I forgot how fast my heat hits me since I haven't properly gone through it since I moved here. I bury my face in my pillow, whimpering as I press my thighs together to try and suppress the slick I felt forming between my legs. A firm knock sounded at the door and made me look up from the pillow, my heightened senses allowing the person's scent to be painfully obvious. It was Jeff.
"___, you alright in there?" Jeff knocked again before letting himself into my room like he always did. "What's going on in here, I smell..."
Jeff trailed off as his nostrils flared slightly, his eyes darkening slightly with a primal lust as a deep rumble vibrates in his chest. I watched as he kicked the door closed, walking over to me and sitting on the edge of my bed. His fingers trailed down the side of my sweat sheened face, his body cool compared to my own. Instinctively I let out a low whine, his fingers providing some relief against my heated skin.
"You're an omega, huh? I knew there was something off about your scent when I met you," Jeff mumbled huskily, fingers trailing to grab my chin and make me look up at him. "Run out of suppressants, huh, ___?" Jeff leans down to the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. "God, you smell fuckin' delicious... You could always let me help you out with this heat.."
My breathing became slightly ragged at Jeff's close proximity and his husky tone, my body instinctively reacting to his touch with a shudder. I bit my lip as I look away from his face, my eyes landing on the bulge twitching in his grey sweatpants. I knew letting Jeff fuck me would make my heat last shorter, plus, what was the harm in letting him help just once?
"F-Fuck, Jeff," I whimpered, nodding slightly at his suggestion. "Please... It's driving me crazy, I can't think straight. I just want this to be over already, it's so overwhelming..."
"Mm, you've got it, babes." Jeff said huskily as he smirked slightly. Jeff dipped his head down to the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses along the sensitive skin as his fingers slip under the fabric of my shirt to trail along my side. Goosebumps flood my skin in his wake, a soft gasp leaving my lips as Jeff grabs my shoulder and gently pushes me onto my back while still kissing along my neck.
I let my own hands trail down his body as he gently nips at my neck, my back arching and pressing my chest against his. My hand makes it to his sweats, my fingers nimbly moving along Jeff's shaft through the soft fabric and causing him to let out a low groan against my neck and buck his hips against my hand. Jeff's fingers trailed to the hem of my shirt, pulling away to take it off as he looks down at me.
"So fuckin' beautiful, baby," Jeff murmurs as he undoes the button of my jeans, sliding them down my legs. "Can't wait to claim you, body and soul," He panted out, leaning down to nip up my neck. "Gonna make you scream for me, make sure everyone knows who makes you feel good."
Jeff's one hand trailed to my back to unclasp my bra, his other moving to rub my pussy through the fabric of my panties. He planted kisses down my neck again, trailing to my chest before he removed my undone bra with his teeth and flung it to the side. His lips clasped around one of my nipples as he moved my panties to the side, his fingers getting coated in my slick as he pushes two of them into me and slowly pumps them. He swirls his tongue around my nipple before swapping to the other. I let out a low moan as a wave of pleasure shoots through me like electricity, my head falling back as Jeff's fingers stretch my walls with a scissoring motion before curling them to hit my sweet spot.
"Jeff, oh my god... Please, I want you.." I managed to pant out, my fingers tangling in his hair as he looks down at me with hungry eyes.
"Louder, baby," Jeff ordered with a low growl, his fingers picking up the pace. "If you want me so bad, beg for what you want."
"Mmphm, Jeff," I groaned, letting a louder moan fall from my lips as his fingers keep pumping in and out of my core. "I want you to fill me up, knot me, please. I'll be a good girl, fuck, I promise.."
I look away in embarrassment at how submissive and needy my words were, but Jeff growled in approval before pulling his fingers from me. I whimper at the loss of his fingers, looking back up to catch him stripping out of his t-shirt and sweatpants. Once Jeff was naked he moved me to my hands and knees, one hand resting on my lower back as the other lines his cock up with me. Pushing slowly into my tight walls, I feel him stretching me out. Jeff let's out a low moan, more akin to a growl, as he pulls back to thrust into me again with slow and deep strokes.
"Fuuuck, ___, you're so tight," Jeff praised with a groan as he leaned down to kiss my back, his one hand gripping my hip as the other holds him up. "You're taking me so well, so wet for me."
I grip the sheets beneath me as Jeff starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts, his fingers digging into my hip. The sounds of our pants and moans mingle together with the sound of skin slapping against skin, a layer of sweat forming on my body. Jeff leans down, his teeth biting down on my shoulder to keep me in place as he angled his hips to thrust up into me and brush against my g-spot. I let out a loud moan, leaning my head back against his shoulder. Jeff's hand moves from my hip, trailing up my body to my neck and gripping just enough to make it slightly harder to breathe.
"Who do you belong to, baby? Tell me who owns you." Jeff growled out, teeth still clinging to my shoulder.
"I-I belong to you, Jeff," I whimper out with a loud moan, my walls pulsing slightly as I push my hips back against his thrusts. "I'm all yours. You own me."
"That's fuckin' right. All mine, nobody else could make you feel this good," Jeff growled, his thrusts becoming sloppier as his own release drew close. "Shit, ___, hold on for me. I'm almost there, baby, gonna knot you and fill you up like you deserve."
Jeff's movement became more erratic as his cock throbbed inside me and with one final powerful thrust his knot slipped into my pussy as his thick load pumped into me. I let out a loud moan, the sensation of his hot cum flooding my walls pushing me over the edge. My body trembles beneath his as Jeff holds me up, grinding against me in attempts to prolong my high. As we sit there, tied together as we wait for his knot's swelling to go down, Jeff panted heavily and combed his fingers through my hair.
"You did such a good job, baby," He murmured softly, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. "You took me so well... I'll get you in the bathtub and all cleaned up as soon as I can pull out. You feelin' better, ___?"
"Mhm... Feelin' a lot better. Heat definitely won't be as intense as it would have been this week," I mutter, my brain fog slowly starting to retreat. "A bath would be lovely, thank you.."
"Mmm, thank you for letting me help out," He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest. "I'm glad to do it anytime. Here, let's get comfortable."
I squeak softly as Jeff carefully maneuvers the two of us to lay on our sides, rubbing my back as he whispers sweet nothings and praise to me. His other hand plays with my hair as he occasionally kisses my shoulders, the two of us just laying and catching our breaths after. After a few minutes Jeff pulled his cock from out of me, a deep sigh leaving his lips from the sensation before he got up. Jeff slipped on his grey sweats again before scooping my naked form into his arms and carrying me to my bathroom, setting me on the counter.
As I watched him draw the bath, I could feel his cum dribble onto the counter. I didn't pay it any mind, instead looking at his fingers wiggling under the stream of water as he adjusts the temperature. Once the water was warmed up to a good point and the tub filled Jeff picked me back up and set me in the tub.
"Made a bit of a mess on the counter, huh?" Jeff raised a brow as he walked over to the counter, grabbing a wipe to clean it off. "Let me get this cleaned up then I'll wash you up."
I relax in the warm water as Jeff cleans the counter, feeling my muscles relax under the heat. I let out a low groan, opening one eye as I feel Jeff's hand on my back. He kisses my forehead before guiding me down to the water, wetting my hair before bringing me back up. Jeff lathers some shampoo into my hair, his fingers massaging the soap into my scalp with a surprisingly gentle touch. I let my eyes flutter closed again, leaning my head back as he rinses my hair with a cup. His fingers card through my hair, making sure to get all the shampoo out before he grabbed a washcloth and lathered body wash on it.
"Let me help you stand up," Jeff murmured softly as he helped me up, my hands resting on the wall of the bathtub to keep myself up. "There you go. You're so beautiful."
I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks, merely replying with a flustered huff which amused him. Jeff chuckled and started to wash my body, grabbing the cup from earlier and rinsing me before slipping his fingers into my core, letting his cum fall from my body. I couldn't help but let out a slightly moan, my walls twitching around his fingers.
"I'm just tryna clean you, ___," Jeff teased with a smirk, his fingers brushing against my g-spot as he pulls them out and rinses them in the water. "But if you want a round two, I can do that too..."
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Jane The Killer Oneshot (fluffbruary)
A/N: tried to make it as gender neutral as possible
For February of 2024 I will attempt to do a prompt every day, to get more comfortable with writing again. I forgot to post this sooo, here. as a present: a playlist!!
TW: FLUFF! and also this stuff;
mentions/topics of Mental & emotional abuse, jeff is a trigger warning because he's jeff, mentions of sex, topics of sexuality and religion, idk how to word this but (mentions of pictures being taken during intercourse???), mentions of masturbation, girls kissing.
GIF by kgymz
"The Comment..."
Walking back to the mansion was decently annoying; after all, you were dealing with two of the MOST difficult pastas to work with, Jane and Jeff.
Between their constant bickering and your ever-growing headache, you held on tight to your boyfriend’s hand and squeezed it tightly whenever he said something that would piss Jane off. Jane held in her remarks quite well until Jeff made a comment on Jane’s family.
That’s when you lost it for her. She was your friend; you didn’t know why she liked hanging out with you so much, especially after you and Jeff got together. But she did; she did like you; you just weren’t sure how much.
“Jeff, that is enough. I’m fucking sick of you; all you do is complain, start fights, and then bitch when you can’t win. It’s not cool,” you said, taking a breath. "Plus, bringing up Jane's family? Really? What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you told me you were over this, and you fucking lied to me. You clearly can’t help but get all cocky over the fact that you hurt Jane, you can’t let go that you killed her family, and you know she fucking hates you, so why open your mouth? Because you like the attention? Or because you NEED attention, no matter if it’s good or bad.” You exhaled and let go of his hand.
Jeff was speechless by your sudden lecturing, but you could tell that he did not enjoy it. He liked you a lot, mainly because you were the only one who never lectured him like he was a moody teen.
His brows furrowed, and he scoffed.
“Why does it matter to you so much? It’s not like I did it to you.” He stopped walking, and you and Jane stopped several feet in front of him.
“She’s my friend; that's why it matters.” You responded simply. Jane still hadn’t spoken since you two began 'arguing; she just stood there, looking at you with what you hoped wasn’t hatred for speaking on her behalf.
Jeff started forward for a while until you swear you heard a “click” as it suddenly clicked into his head.
“You like her, don’t you, y/n?” Jeff asked, anger bubbling into his features.
“Wha-i- No?" You responded with a blush flooding your cheeks.
“You fucking liar!” he shouted.
“Don’t raise your voice at her.” Jane finally spoke. A cool tone sent shivers down your spine.
“And what are we going to do if I do it again?” Jeff snarkily asked. Jane stayed quiet.
“That’s what I thought.” Jeff smirked.
“Y/n? Do you like this bitch?" he spat. Every ounce of love he had for you was almost instantly gone. It was all a big misunderstanding, right?
You stayed quiet.
“I’m not going to ask you again. Fucking answer me!” He raised his voice again, which made you slightly flinch.
“I can't; you’re my boyfriend; if I did like her, it would be wrong; that and I'm straight; I can't." You kneeled down and grabbed your head, pulling at your hair. You’ve always struggled with your sexuality; you also struggled with religion and what you believed in. You thought being anything but straight was wrong, but you still supported people and their decisions.
Jeff glared at you; he knew all of this, and he used it as an advantage. He knew that when you were mentally weak, he could plant seeds in your brain. He was cruel, and he knew it.
“Get the fuck up and answer the damn question.” He snarled, his knuckles turning white on the hilt of his knife.
Jane took a step toward you and gently lifted you off the forest floor.
“It’s okay; you don’t have to tell him anything; you can just keep walking, and we can go home," she said with a soft whisper.
“Get off of them. Now.” Jeff ordered.
You stood up and turned around to face him. You looked him dead in the eyes, and suddenly everything he programmed into you—everything your family had taught you—fell away.
You had never stood up for yourself when it came to him. You let him talk sh*t about you in front of the other pastas, you let him make comments about your body in front of his friends, and you let him talk about sex publicly and how you were at it. You finally had enough; you knew he was trying to break you.
"For one, Jeff, I liked it better when you and I are alone; you are always so much nicer to me, but we’re always in front of everyone else, and when we are alone, it’s usually because you're horny. You are always nice to me when you want something. You are so fucking selfish; I have no idea what I saw in you. You’re fucking pathetic. And for two, yes, I find Jane attractive. What the fuck does it matter? I chose to love you, didn’t I? And look what you did with my love; you abused your power over me and used me. I thought we had something special. The third thing I want to say is, We’re over. Have fun jerking it to the pictures you have of me that you thought I didn’t notice.”
Jeff stood there, trying to process what you said to him. Jane snickered.
When you first arrived at the mansion, your poor little brain took refuge in Jeff; he was your first friend. After Jeff, you made a couple more friends, and after Jeff asked you out, you pushed everyone else away for him because he told you to. He mentally abused you for months, and you finally snapped.
“Hear that, you little punk, your ex thinks I'm attractive.” Jane laughed and wrapped an arm around your waist.
You blushed and stared directly into Jeff's eyes.
“There’s a reason I'm here, Jeff, and it’s not for you or anyone else; I'm here because I took care of myself, and I won't stop taking care of myself. So fucking cry about it.”
Jeff’s fingers twitched around his blade, and he turned around and walked away.
Jeff was never one to be quiet, but he genuinely couldn’t have said anything to change your mind, and he knew that. He just hopes he can do better, because in the beginning he really did love you; he just can't control himself. And that was the problem.
Jane and you walked through the woods and talked quietly. She was mostly reassuring you that you made a good choice and that it was self-preservation. You were just trying not to cry.
Jane was extremely supportive of your choice and your mental health. She grabbed your hand, and the two of you returned to the mansion, fingers intertwined.
*Two hours later*
Jane and you were hanging out in her room as she painted your nails black to match hers. Jeff returned to the mansion an hour after the two of you did.
You were tempted to apologize to him, but Jane stopped you several times. After she silently painted your nails, she looked up at you and sighed.
"Look, y/n, I'm flattered that you stood up for me, and I think it's cute that you think I’m attractive, but do you actually like me?” She asked, and her pale green eyes bore into yours behind the black mesh of the mask’s eyes.
“Yes, you’re probably my favorite person to be around in this hell hole. You make being here worth everything I did, and I'd do it all again if it meant I could be with you.”
She let out a breathy laugh and grabbed the bottom of her mask.
“I’ve never really liked my appearance behind my mask, so please close your eyes."
“Alright.” You sheepishly smiled and waited. You heard shuffling and the shifting of fabric.
“What are you-?" You couldn’t finish speaking because her lips were already on yours, and you loved it. Her lips were smooth and featureless from the scarred tissue; her lips didn’t really feel like lips, but it didn’t bother you.
You hesitantly reached your hands up to the sides of her face, and she grabbed them, forcing them back into her lap. You smiled, and she pulled away.
“Why are you smiling?” she asked with a quizzical tone.
“I like how shy you are around me when we’re alone, but I also like how you trust me enough to do this with me.” You responded, but the lids were still closed.
There was shifting, and then a "clip,” and she hummed. You opened your eyes, and her mask was back on.
"Well, if it helps, I find you attractive too.” Jane said, a smile evident in her voice.
A/N:
i have a couple headcanons littered throughout this oneshot, i might make a headcanon list for all the characters i've written for/writing for, which is currently four/five but i'll add more. also this is my first oneshot so sorry if it's totally horrendous, i've had a big fat girl-crush on jane since forever, this took me 3-4 hours so i'd say it's rushed a little, but either way i hope it was remotely enjoyable.
also did ya'll know jane had/has green eyes?? i forgot lol.
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Devotion
Summary-Jeff did this for you, what more could he do?
Warnings-Gore, domestic violence and abuse mention, dead dove: do not eat, obsession, violence
This isn’t what you meant.
This isn’t what you wanted.
You’d been sitting in bed together, him tossing toothpicks at your walls. His lips, though smiling, seemed to bend down.
“I don’t see what the fucking issue is. You usually gush about him constantly, but I make one comment and suddenly I’m the asshole?”
“Yes, you are. He didn’t mean it like that.”
He groaned loudly, rolling over to face you. “Yes, he did. Nobody says ‘you’re being a bitch’ lovingly. Well, besides me, of course.”
You nudged him with your foot, rolling your eyes. “Can you just drop it? It was one little fight. At least he didn’t-“
“Didn’t what?“
Suddenly, his attention was focused on you. His eyes held venom.
“If he put his disgusting little fucking fingers on you-“ “Oh my god, Jeff, you’re such an ass.”
Your stomach twisted at the way his tone dropped.
“Did he hit you?”
Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame. “No, not directly. He’s never touched me-“
“Directly?”
He rose to his feet, shoulders tensing beneath his shirt. Was it always so tight?
“He’s, well…I was being unreasonable! He was just-“
He held up a hand, words unneeded. He slowly sat back down, his words spat with malice. “You have never done anything wrong.”
You found your tongue in a knot, unable to produce any more sound. Your eyes followed as he flopped back onto your bed.
“Trent is a stupid name anyways.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle, tossing a pillow towards his head.
You should’ve known better.
And here he was, lips curved back into that delicious smile.
“I have such a pretty surprise for a pretty little thing!”
His hands, sitting behind his back, were buzzing with excitement.
“Mind getting the window? I don’t wanna ruin it.”
Rubbing sleep from your eyes, your hands reached for the lock. They stopped to allow yourself time to take him in.
His standard hoodie was stained, but some color looked fresh. Maybe it was his. Was he hurt?
His hair was swept back, unnaturally lacking grease. Something else gave it that slick look it held.
And his face.
His pupils were blown. Pale, burned flesh was flushed with elation.
It felt wrong.
You shakily pushed the window open to let him in.
“Okay, turn around before I come in.”
“Jeff, it’s two in the morning-“
“Just do it!”
His words were giddy. Demanding, but happy.
“Fine, but it better be good.”
“Baby, it’s the best.”
You turned to the wall, the one that had been assaulted with toothpicks only days before. You heard shuffling and excited breathing. Too excited for your taste. He was practically giggling.
Your chest fluttered lightly, thinking of what could be in his hands.
“Turn around!”
You blinked away the residual tiredness, trying to focus on the object in front of you.
The scream that followed woke you up plenty.
Its eyes were pale and empty, unfocused pupils dull. The skin was just as pale, devoid of any life. The lips were a sweet baby blue.
“Hey, what’s wrong? It’s for you!”
He pushed the head forward, hand tangled in the mess of brown hair you remember feeling days ago.
“What the fuck? What the fuck! Fuck!”
Your chest was sinking, heart pounding against your constricting ribs. Every nerve was on fire. Your skin was buzzing with fear and disgust.
“Jeff, what the fuck is…”
“It’s Trent!”
“I know! Why would-what did-why would you do this!”
Thick, hot tears bubbled in your eyes, dripping down your cheeks. You wanted to scream again but your throat was too tight.
“For you, baby! He can’t hurt you like this, he’s just a fucking head!” He shook the decapitated head around, mimicking it.
‘I can’t hit you if I have no hands!’
He laughed at himself, turning back to you.
“Isn’t it great?”
Your throat opened up enough to let out another squeak, making way for a bigger scream.
“Honey, you gotta be quiet, the neighbors will-“
“Are you fucking insane?!”
He laughed slightly, brow furrowing as he answered. “Uh, yes! Come on, keep it down, would ya? This is a gift!”
He offered the head to you, cradling it like a newborn chick.
“Take it!”
You shoved it away, choking back the vomit rising up your throat. “Why would you do this?”
“I just said-look, he didn’t deserve you.”
He dropped the head to the floor, the thunk! it made bringing tears down your cheeks. You whimpered at the sight.
“He was abusive, baby. He wasn’t good enough for you. That fucking rat would never be good enough.”
He reached for your hand, pulling it away from your chest.
“I took him out of the picture for you, Y/N. His body is sitting in a pig pen on the outskirts of-“
You recoiled, looking down at the warm liquid on your hand.
His blood was so warm.
It almost burned.
“What’s the fucking deal? I thought you’d love this.”
His chest quaked with laughter, breaths shaking. “I did it for you.”
His hands came to your face, cradling your cheeks as he leaned in. His laughter underscored each word.
“I killed him for you.”
He finally noticed the tears. His expression softened, a thumb scraping across your cheek to wipe them away. Thick blood smeared across your face.
“Hey now, what’s this for? Be happy! He’s finally fucking gone!”
You shook your head, eyes trained on the buzzing ones in front of you.
“I didn’t want this. I lo-“
“Don’t.”
His voice lowered, grip on your face tightening.
“Don’t say you loved him. Don’t you fucking dare say you loved that rat bastard. He was a disgusting, dirty, filthy, despicable piece of shit. He never loved you, not like he should. Not like I do. You don’t love him. You can’t!”
That familiar maniacal laughter returned.
“You can’t love him! Not him.”
You pushed him back, hands moving up to your now bloody face. “No! I did! He was sweet, and he loved me so-“
“No he didn’t!”
His hands flew up to his hair, fingers running through the bloody locks and tugging at the roots. “He never loved you! Are you fucking stupid?”
Exasperated, he stormed back at you, a hand grabbing your chin.
He pushed you back towards the wall, coming in closer. “He couldn’t have loved you.”
Once pinned, he leaned into you. His breath smelled of smoke and meat.
“No one will love you like I do.”
His other hand moved to your head, tangling in your hair. He leaned in to smell it, lips brushing your ear.
“He couldn’t have loved you like I do. Nobody can.”
Your eyes were clouded with panic and tears. Thick swallows moved his hand.
“This isn’t love.”
He turned back to you, feral eyes locked with your panicked ones.
“Yes it is.”
He pushed you back, yelling as he did. “Yes it is! This is love. My love.”
Strong hands grabbed your shoulders with unfamiliar ferocity.
“I love you, Y/N. This is what you deserve. You deserve me.”
This wasn’t familiar. This wasn’t the criminal you knew.
He was always funny. Rude. Vaguely mean. He laughed with you and threw paper at your head when he wanted attention. He scratched at your window at night and brought you gifts when you were feeling down. He played with your hair when you cried and told you it was stupid to cry. He let you borrow his clothes and stole your car to get you ice cream. He brought you jewelry he claimed to ‘borrow’ and said it made you look like an awkward Marilyn Monroe before telling you to stop being so weird about it. He never said you were beautiful, but he’d shove you if you said otherwise. He was mean, but it was complimentary. That was him. Jeff.
Was this him, too? Was this the one you said you loved? Was this your Jeff?
“Say you love me.”
He recaptured your attention with a hand on your face.
“Say you love me, too.”
He wasn’t asking, not really.
Did you?
You thought you did.
You told yourself you did.
Before this.
Your eyes floated to the head staining your floor, his empty, loveless eyes staring back at you.
“See what I’ll do for you? I’d burn the world and give you what’s left. I’d build you an empire and let you rule it. I’ll love you the way someone should. I love you the way someone should. I killed for you. I will kill for you again. I’d do anything.”
His hands squeezed your terrified body.
“Say you love me. No one will love you like I do. Say you’ll love me, too.”
Your eyes centered back on the thing holding you. His buzzing, desperate eyes were drowning in yours. His body, hunched in exertion, cradled yours.
This was him. Jeff. Your Jeff.
“I love you, too.”
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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄
: ̗̀➛Back to source
Most definitely broke into your apartment with full hostile intentions of ‘putting you to sleep.’
Lmao
That didn’t happen.
When he broke in, you were so chill about it. Like- most people would be screaming n’ crying right about now.
He almost got convinced that it was a normal thing for you, murderers breaking into your apartment.
You sprayed Febreze in his eyes and he left.
Anywho, he can’t explain the exact reason why he’s became so interested in you.
You were just different.
But like, not in the ‘IM SO DIFFERENT’ way.
But don’t be too glad he let you live.
Bcs I swear this mf be following you about. Picking apart your entire being to see if you’re worth sparing. Which you were!!
You two most definitely started out with just being friends, he’s living with you rent free basically.
You fell first, he fell harder sorta thing going on.
When you two actually started dating. He was obsessed with you. Literally.
You gave him a key to your apartment so he didn’t have to use the window anymore.
That didn’t stop him. He still just uses your bedroom window.
Don’t question him about it though, he’s odd.
Won’t ever admit it, but he LOVES when you play with his hair.
Speaking of hair, if you have a pony tail in. He will 100% pull on it. GENTLY OFC!! He only tugs your hair hard when you’re sucking his-
Anywho.
He also likes scaring you out of nowhere. So be careful when you think you’re alone, you’re probably not.
He makes it very, very clear that you’re his. Tbh he thinks he has some sorta ownership over you.
His mouth scars are like, so, so infected. Every time they start to heal again he recuts them. So the chances are he probably leaves you to clean them.
This edge lord is a ass guy.
Like he slaps your ass randomly and if you even show any signs of annoyance, it makes him feel like he’s accomplished smth.
He’s got a god complex, make what you want with that information.
If he catches you staring OMD HE’LL GET SO COCKY.
“Like what you see, doll?”
You’ll never hear the end of it.
He’s not a big fan and of going out during the day he’s a nighttime type of dude, or in overly crowded or noisy places since he’s easily irritated, so dates aren’t really on the table for him.
And he’s not very normal looking… at least he’s hot.
But he’ll get you stuff! (he probably stole it.)
But it’s the thought that counts…!
He likes listening to your heartbeat. He likes knowing you are alive. (Again, don’t ask he’s odd.)
Mf loves winding you up, teasing you, random light touches. Anything to get you going really.
But he’ll get so pissy if you do the same thing to him.
His skin is CRUSTY. teach him about the wonders of moisturiser. I beg you.
He will randomly get very emotional, comfort him. Or try to if he lets you get close to him.
One time you woke up to him just staring at you. That was pretty fucking creepy.
But not surprising.
I mean, this dude literally stalks you n’ shit. To make sure you’re okay :)
You give him the affection and validation he craves. He’ll do anything to make sure that you’re alright.
He can’t lose you.
Not yet.
He’s still a serial killer, so he probably ups and leaves for a few days and when he comes back he won’t tell you shit. (Even though it’s really painfully obvious what he’s been up to.)
The relationship is probably a bitty toxic. He’s probably gaslit you AT LEAST once or twice.
He’s an obsessive sadist.
When he wants something, he’s gonna get it.
The relationship is about him. Him and his needs.
He still loves you dearly. But not like the normal person. He has his… own ways of showing his love.
If you could even call it that.
But he’s not below killing you if he has to.
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✩ ABC’S
SFW alphabet with JEFFREY MASON.
warnings: mentions of sex in G,J,& N! | word count:
—‘A’ IS FOR AFFECTION (How affectionate are they? How do they show it?)
In public, he'll keep it simple for the most part; hand-holding, an arm around your shoulders, peppering quick kisses on the side of your face, playing with strands of your hair while you're busy doing work or talking with someone
In private, he gives you everything and more
—‘B’ IS FOR BEST FRIEND (What would they be like as a best friend? How would it start?)
After he first saw you he was doing his damnedest to find out everything he could about you; eavesdropping on other students, watching you and your reactions very closely, following you around, etc..
But you would probably have to initiate it first
Unless he did something really sly like waiting until everyone in class was partnered up for a project and you two just happen to be the only ones left without one, forcing you two to be together
He can't be just friends with you though
You were already his before it was established
—‘C’ IS FOR CUDDLES (Do they like cuddling? How would they do it?)
It would take him a while to get used to it. He's not familiar with affection of any sort
But he realizes how nice it feels to hold you, to smell you. Just being that close to you is exhilarating
So he eases into it but that's mainly something saved for in private
—‘D’ IS FOR DOMESTIC (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He only wants to settle down with you and have a life with you. No one else. Everyone else can go die for all he cares
lol he's so mean to other ppl
Surprisingly, pretty good at cooking
Considering most of his life was spent indoors with not much to do, he was left to fend for himself a lot so he racked up some practice
He doesn't necessarily like cleaning but he'll do it if he has to
—‘E’ IS FOR ENDING (If they had to break it off, how would they do it?)
You're the love of his life, no way in hell he's letting you go
whether you like it or not (you like it)
—‘F’ IS FOR FIANCÉE (How do they feel about commitment? How quick do they want to get married?)
He's definitely very committed to his love but I feel like he's not a marriage guy
Like the commitment level is up to there but there's no wedding yk?
Wants to be able to call you his wife though
—‘G’ IS FOR GENTLE (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He's only really gentle with you.
That is, outside of sex and makeouts ofc
Come on, look at who we're talking about here
He's a rough man in nature
He is very observant so he always has a good idea of how you are emotionally and tries to act accordingly, helping you when you need it
—‘H’ IS FOR HUGS (Do they like hugs, how often do they do it, what are they like?)
He doesn't hug that often, his thing is keeping his arm around you. It's like his trademark show of affection
But when he does, it's just like cuddling, done in private
Likes coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and loom his head over yours
His hugs are so nice since he's so big compared to you, he just engulfs you completely but because of that they can also feel...imposing
—‘I’ IS FOR I LOVE YOU (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He waits until you say it first and he'll say it right back, he's felt it since shortly after he met you
He's scared of doing it first and you freaking out or something and looking like an idiot so how fast he says it entirely depends on how fast you do
—‘J’ IS FOR JEALOUSY (How jealous do they get, and what do they do?)
VERY!1!! He's ready to scare off any wandering eyes and show them that you're all his
When it comes to jealousy and Jeffrey Mason it's hard to keep it PG-
Jealousy sex is very big with him
After a particular guy has been flirting with you non-stop...he'll ask if he could fuck you as good as he is or if he could make that much of a mess out of you while he's pounding into you relentlessly
And of course...the answer is "no" >:)
—‘K’ IS FOR KISSES (What are their kisses like, where do they like to kiss you, where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are usually heated, possessive, and almost always turn into makeout sessions
He likes to kiss you everywhere but especially your lips and neck
Like I said, he likes full-fledged makeout sessions, so he also likes it on his lips but the times you gently press a kiss to his cheek or jaw...
He melts
—‘L’ IS FOR LITTLE ONES (How are they around children?)
Thinks they're annoying and doesn't want to deal with them
Yucky
Doesn't want them
—‘M’ IS FOR MORNINGS (How are mornings spent with them?)
Pre-killer Jeff would generally leave before he had to get up for school so his parents wouldn't freak. He'd give you a lil kiss before he went
After the incident, there wasn't much of any time spent with him unless it was visitation at Pinehearst and he was very agitated– more than normal so there was even less time spent with him
After he escaped he would wake up before you, watch you for a few, then wake you up– if you didn't wake up already by his eyes burning into you lmao, and make you breakfast or something
Kinda grumpy
—‘N’ IS FOR NIGHTS (How are nights spent with them?)
Him crawling through your bedroom window lol
Before the incident and after the escape, that's one thing that's stayed consistent
But he'd crawl in while you're doing your skincare routine or something and afterwards, you guys would just talk, watch tv, or engage in other activities
—‘O’ IS FOR OPEN (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He's a very difficult man to get to know. He wouldn't really talk much about himself so you would have to be observant
He would after a relationship is established, just give him time. It makes him uncomfy
—‘P’ IS FOR PATIENCE (How easily angered are they?)
On a good day, he just doesn't care about whatever it is that would bother him. Just rolling his eyes or scoffing at the fact, but those are rare 🧍🏼♀️
He has a record (literally) of having a bad temper, he's defensive and he just wants to be left alone fr
—‘Q’ IS FOR QUIZZES (How much would they remember about you?)
He remembers everything and for a while, he knew things about you that you didn't even tell him or let on but... you didn't have to
He's a stalker
—‘R’ IS FOR REMEMBER (What's their favorite moment in your relationship?)
When you first met
When he first saw you it's like he felt his whole world crashing down on him, he's never felt anything like it and he knew then he just had to have you
—‘S’ IS FOR SECURITY (How protective are they? How would they protect you, and how would they like to be protected?)
Verryyy protective.
This boy is a guard dog
As far as he's concerned, he doesn't need protecting
He's a killer bro
—‘T’ IS FOR TRY (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Dates— I can imagine him bringing you to a pretty clearing in a forest and spending hours together there or bringing food up to a rooftop and watching the sky and just talking about whatever comes to mind
Anniversaries— he's got everything recorded in his handy journal, every waking thought he has ever had about you has been gushed to in his journal
You call it his diary and he gets mad
Gifts— he's not super fancy with it but he'll steal things he thinks you'll like or gather random wildflowers or stray animals and bring them to you
He tries
—‘U’ IS FOR UGLY (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Drinking, he knows how to hold his alcohol so you don't ever see him drunk but you still don't like to see him do it
Stonewalling
—‘V’ IS FOR VANITY (How concerned are they with their appearance?)
He's not really all that concerned but since he's albino he does have to keep up with his hygiene more so than normal people
It's not really about appearance per se but cleanliness
Sunscreen, UV-blocking sunglasses, and shirts galore
—‘W’ IS FOR WHOLE (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Absolutely. After he met you, his life wasn't boring or mundane anymore. He actually has something to look forward to, someone that's looking forward to him too
He doesn't ever want you to be apart from his life
—‘X’ IS FOR XTRA (Random headcannon(s) about them?)
Jeff loves it when you wear his hoodies or shirts, especially during cold nights, his clothes are so much bigger on you
It's like he marked you, he has his clothes on you with his scent rubbing off on you and anyone could tell that it's his clothes you're wearing
He gets so smug ab it, it's the perfect solution for a jealous, possessive bf
He really likes it when you wear one of his shirts with just panties underneath, good luck getting him off you then
—‘Y’ IS FOR YUCK (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Someone who's exceptionally whiny
Someone who doesn't know when to be quiet
Calling him by his full name
—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (What are their sleeping habits?)
He stays up real late but when he does sleep it's heavy
He has nightmares a lot
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Scolds Bridle
Jeff The Killer x Fem!Reader zombie apocalypse au
mentions: bondage, edging, teasing, overstim, humiliation, porn with plot
note: the mask looks like the one from ahs roanoke lols
Jeff POV
“This could work” she said as I watched her hand reach for the rusted handles of the old barn. Standing a few steps behind her, I watched as she pulled on the heavy door and the smell of hay and mildew floods out of the structure.
“Better than the shed we found a few kilometers back” I said with a smirk.
She scoffed and nodded in agreement as she holds open the door.
I follow behind her as we enter through the rotting doors. Whoever resided here last had to be survivors as the barn was made into a makeshift survival camp. A shitty one at that. No wonder they left.
I walk over to the work bench to take anything useful. “They couldn’t leave anything useful, huh” I thought to myself.
I picked up a roll of rope with a sigh, hooking the loop on my pistol holster, I look over my shoulder to my partner. I watch as she is already laying a sheet we have packed over a heap of loose hay.
“Looks comfy” I call out to her, the sarcasm peeking through my tone.
“Doesn’t it!” She mocked back with a wide grin.
“I’m gonna go scope out the area real quick” I tell her as I begin to walk back to the doors. She’s already rolled over onto our pallet for the night.
She looks up at me with furrowed eyebrows “the sun is going down” she stated.
“I’ll be fast. I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t”
She exhales slowly, not even looking back up to me. “Scream if you need help” I hear her tease as I’m walking out the barn doors.
“Will fuckin do” I mutter to myself, now too far to respond.
I go ahead and start the firepit before sundown, and begin on my rounds.
I look around to the left of the barn to see piles of junk. Almost can’t even tell if it was from before the fall or after. Old scrap metal, rusted mechanical tools and car parts. Random junk scattered all across the the yard. Over to my right I spot a small tool shed and a well.
Walking over to the tool shed, I open the doors to ensure no one is inside.
Completely empty.
I leave and make my way around the barn looking for any signs of survivor or walker activity.
No foot prints, no gas, no cars, no blood or roamers, only junk.
I make my way back to where I started at the left of the barn, I figure there’s enough time to at least scavenge.
I walk up to where the junk is most accumulated on the side of the barn and begin to search. “Let’s see what treats you got” I think to myself as I pull off the tarp of a wagon. Filled to the brim with half empty trash bags and metal scraps. To beat nightfall I quickly start tossing out the bags and anything easy enough to lift out to make it easier to search through its contents.
As I tug on a black plastic bag towards the bottom, it rips and clothes begin to flood out of the bag.
“Dammit” I hissed.
I pull the clothes away and find the culprit of the rip. A metal spike is underneath. A railroad stake maybe? That’s handy in these times.
I reach my hand into the pit and grab the stake, tugging harder than I thought would be necessary to recover it. “Shit” I mutter, and give it a few more strong pulls.
My eyes widen with excitement. To my surprise, it’s not a railroad stake at all. It was an old ass face harness. It was metal and rusted with thick, blunt spikes following the frames of the mask. I grin widely at my find, holding it with both hands as I inspect the quality.
Kinky thoughts flash through my mind, aware of the time constraint, I call it quits on scavenging for the night. I’ve got more pressing issues.
Reader POV
“Y/n! Come out here!” You here Jeff call from outside.
Slightly panicked from his call, You’re quickly on your feet and out the door to him.
You see him standing there with a chunk of metal in his hands. Squinting as you walk closer, trying to decipher what’s in he’s holding.
“Do you know what this is, bunny?” He questioned, his tone darkened.
You begin to open my mouth to answer, but no words come. You shrug, looking back up to him curiously.
He chuckles as he pulls on a latch, separating the contraption in half and taking a step closer to you.
“It’s a medieval torture device” he stated darkly, not hesitating to put it to your head.
Without even processing what he did, You flinch and hold your hands up to it as he closes the back, cold metal flush with your forehead and neck. You look up to him, face in shock and mouth agape at his assertion.
He leans down, closer to my ear, still fidgeting with the latches. “They used it on women who were out of line to humiliation them into submission” he informs you, his voice heavy in your ears and heart pounding in shock.
He grabs a spike near the right of your head and tugs it, pulling the entire half of your upper body with it.
You let out a giggle and grasp it at the base with both your hands. “It’s pretty heavy” you think.
You look up at him, biting your lower lip to show that you really like where he’s going with this.
Smiling with his tongue in between his teeth, he pulls the spike back with his left hand, arching your neck to look up at him. With his right he twists on a knob that’s in front of your mouth.
Your vision is so limited, with a mixture of confusion and excitement running through your body, You almost don’t notice his movements.
“Open for me doll” he coos and you skeptically oblige. He pushes the knob down forcing a wide leather gag between your teeth. He laughs softly as he locks it in place.
“Mmgh” You manage to get out, situating your mouth and tongue into place. You look back up to him wide eyed.
Jeff moves behind you with a hand on your shoulder and another on the back of the harness, he pushes you towards the barn wall.
“Brace yourself” he taunted.
Without hesitation he rams the front spike of the harness onto the wall of the barn, spike wedges tightly in between the old wood, forcing you into place.
You’re now forced to look down towards the ground, bent at an angle that you’re sure is pleasant for him to see. You try to push on the wall, feeling where you are stuck at the top of your forehead. It was not budging.
He doesn’t waste any time before he’s tugging down your cargo pants and rubbing his fingers over your cunt though your panties. His other hand kneading harshly on your ass.
You let out a moan and situate your hands to either side of the caged mask, relieving yourself of the weight. Your knees almost buckle at his touch.
“You’re already wet over this?” He teased, rubbing his thumb over the wet patch on your panties.
“Only you would” he sneered as he began to rub in circles, now targeted on your clit and sending sparks to your core. His hand gripping tightly on your hip.
“Kinky whore” he trailed off, bending over, now eye level with your pussy. He stretches open your ass cheeks to see your puffy cunt poking out of the fabric.
He moves forward to nibble and kiss through your panties, making you gasp. He always love to tease a little too long, until you’re begging and needy for him. You arch my back and try to push your behind closer and create more friction, letting out another muffled moan.
Jeff trails his fingers up and down your sides and pulls down your panties as he makes his way down your legs. His hands snake around your inner thigh and grips them tightly right under your groin, keeping them still as he swiped his tongue between your folds and pulls away. Always teasing.
He inches closer again and gives you more, making you groan louder as the pit in your core grows. His warm tongue is lapping at your dripping slit and your legs start to quiver, which in turn, makes Jeff spread you a little further and quickens his pace.
Getting closer to climax, You can feel your cunt getting hotter and your core tighten even more. Instinctively, You move your hips, attempting to have any control over your orgasm while you let out breathy whimpers and grip your headpiece even harder.
You’re quickly let down when Jeff pulls away, standing up and slapping your ass with a firm hand. You can only wait for his next move as your cunt is now pulsating with excitement.
You can hear him unbuckling his belt holster and jeans, listening to the fabric shuffle it’s way down his legs. This feels like an eternity and you’re growing impatient, babbling through the gag little pleas for him to fuck you.
“So eager” he pointed out in a teasing tone. You could feel his tip rubbing up against your entrance and try desperately to push towards his member. He adjusts himself to slide past your entrance and fucks your slit, only teasing your clit further. “How about we learn some fuckin patience, yeah doll?” He says as if he’s talking down to you.
Jeff’s hand moves down and he begins to fist his member, rubbing the tip harshly on your clit while your muffled begging is just making him harder. He digs his fingers into your hip and finally pushes himself into your puffy cunt. He stretches you out with his thumbs to get a better view while he slowly pushes in and out.
You let out a long groan and move one of your hands to the wall for support, hoping he goes faster soon.
“You slut” he moans out breathily. “You look so good in that cage” picking up his pace once you adjusted to his thick. He reaches over and pulls your forearm back, using it as leverage to pound into you harder.
You let out a wail of pleasure as he rams into your cervix, tightening around him from the pressure. The volume was disregarded as walkers were the last thing on either of our minds. It was a problem for later.
Jeff grips you tighter while the sound of skin slapping drives you closer to cumming. He lets his head fall back and groans deeply, loving how wet you get for him. “You like being used like a toy?” He taunted you more. You really really did. His dirty words lingered and You could feel the pressure building in your lower half.
“Should I let you cum?” He threatened, You respond in distorted pleas and indecipherable babbles in between constant moans. “Do you deserve it?” He asked and his thrusts became slower and you let out another whimper.
“Nghguhhg” you declined, knowing that yes would have been the incorrect answer in his mind. “Good girl” he praised, letting go of your arm and moving his grip to your hip and another to your front, fingers above your clit “you’re lucky I’m in a generous mood” he fixes his new position and his thrusting takes speed while rubbing circles around your clit.
You shrieked in ecstasy as he pushed you closer to finishing. His cock hitting your cervix so fast combined with him abusing your clit sent you over the edge in pleasure and you were moments away from overflowing.
“Take it baby, you’re doing so good” he continued to praise you as he could feel your cunt throbbing around him. You took in a deep breath and held it, only focusing on what you were given, You let out a groan while releasing on his cock. He doesn’t even stop and only adjusts his grip on your sides.
His pounding becomes overwhelming and another wave of pleasure washes over as you squirt juices all over his front side.
“Yes baby!” He moaned out cockily, the sight of your juices flowing out into him was enough to send him over the edge, thrusts becoming sloppier as he cums inside your soaked pussy.
He finishes and pulls out, squishing around your butt harshly, admiring his work and biting your cheek hard before standing back up and making his way toward your front.
“Heads up” he warned as he harshly ripped your head cage out of the wood, which sent you straight down to the dead grass on your behind. He stands behind you and unlatched the torture device from your head. Immediate relief from the weight comes over and only adds more pleasure to your exhausted state.
He tossed it onto the ground and roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. He admired the pressure marks the metal made on your face. “Can’t tell if you’re cuter with it off” he teased with a smirk on his face. “Fuck off” you laugh back at him as he lifts you up off the ground.
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Jeff the killer x FEM! Reader
~A Blinkless Gaze~ 2nd half of part 7
(Song still Demolition Lovers)
Jeff bent down. "Hop on my back, we have a long way to go." "Ok" I said hopping on. He ran for what seemed like hours. Finally it was getting dark. We stopped, and Jeff started a fire. "So uhh it is our wedding night" he said in a jokingly seductive tone. "Yeah?" I Said Right back. "So why don't we do what married couples do on their wedding night?" "Sounds good." I said. He chuckled and pinned me against a fat tree, and was dry humping me, rougher than before. I sighed as he pulled down my sweatpants, and then his jeans and boxers. He shoved his nice hard cock inside of me. I let out a small grunt, he began to fuck me roughly, making a harsh slapping sound, as we moaned and grunted into each other's mouths. I whined as I felt the buildup again, and he started to growl a little bit, which just drove me up the wall (see what I did there?) "yeah? That's it baby, almost there." He said, sounding strangely sexy. I whined and pulled his face into mine and attacked his mouth like crazy. "What's my name?" He said a little loudly. "Jeff" I said. "Louder" he said digging his nails into my ass. "Jeff!" He fucked me even rougher. "What's that? I couldn't hear." I felt the buildup releasing as my lower body muscles flexed. "JEFF" I wailed in pleasure as he let out a hot load of jizz inside of me. We both caught our breath for a second. He kissed me. "I love you, y/n" he said removing his cock from inside of me. "I love you too, Jeff" I said pulling up my pants. "We should rest for a while, baby." "Yeah" I said laying next to him in the forest floor. He pulled me close. "Mine." He whispered in my ear as we rested together, holding each other closely.
#cringe warning#just for fun#creepypasta smut#creepypasta x reader#don’t like don’t read#creepypasta#x female reader#jeff the killer#jeff the killer smut#x fem!reader
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