#laughing jack x reader smut
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The Things That Find You
Laughing Jack x Male Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Reader finds an antique Jack-In-The-Box at a yard sale, unaware that by purchasing it they would also be taking home an unwanted guest.
Content/Warnings: Dubcon elements, horror elements, LJ being a stalker creep (so some non con voyeurism), LJ is just fucking weird in this one, clown fucking shenanigans, big stripey clown dick and also long stripey clown tongue, comically large clown penis, LJ eats ass, LJ is massive so big size difference, tummy bulge, that dick should NOT be able to fit in you but it’s my story i can bend the laws of anatomy however i wish, LJ is very mean in this one and doesn’t really care if he hurts you, some degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is kind of a slut boy (same), there’s a lot of build up but please it’s worth it i prommy (but also feel free to skip to the porn that’s totally fair)
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A/N: Jack is british just fyi so if you’re like me and you read with accents there you go!
The antique jack-in-the-box was certainly an odd find at a garage sale, but there was no denying that it caught your eye the moment you saw it. It was incredibly ornate, clearly hand painted in all black and white and decorated with balloons and candy, not to mention it was preserved wonderfully for a piece that had, presumably, been stored in an attic for who knows how long. You could run your fingers over the edges and feel every detail of the tediously carved borders. You carefully turned the wooden box over in your hands, looking over the large, carefully painted words on the front:
“Laughing Jack In The Box!”, surrounded by all sorts of patterns and shapes.
Your face immediately lit up. Everything about this box screamed one of a kind. You could already see it sitting on your collectors shelf, safe behind the glass for you to keep and observe. You absolutely had to have it.
“Excuse me miss?” You called, looking around for the old woman who was running the garage sale. She got up from her lawn chair and made her way over about as fast as you’d expect from one as antique as some of the items currently being sold.
“Could you tell me about this jack-in-the-box?” You asked, trying to hide your elation.
“Oh, this old thing…” She began, looking at you over her comically oversized glasses. “It belonged to my great, great grandfather, Isaac, and was handmade by his father. It was given to me as a young girl, and I was keeping it in the hopes I could pass it on to my own children.”
You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at the comment, but it seems the woman had no qualms about selling it.
“Well, it may please you to know that I’m an antique collector,” You explained in an effort to reassure her. “This is a beautiful piece. If you’ll sell it to me, I can promise you it’ll be safe on my shelf.”
“Oh, I have no worries about that. No one would pick this old thing up unless they knew what they were buying. So, what’s your offer young man?”
You thought for a few moments, weighing the box in your hands. You didn’t want to completely rip her off, but a one of a kind antique like this could go for thousands in the right place, and you weren’t looking to break the bank for this thing. Besides, who else would possibly buy it if you didn’t?
You pulled your wallet out and flipped through it, debating with yourself.
“How about…a clean fifty?”
And with that, a deal was made. Before you knew it you were proudly walking back to your car with the box tucked under your arm. You placed it carefully in the front passenger seat where you could watch over it, glancing back one last time to the now empty place on the table where the box once sat before driving away.
Immediately upon getting home you rushed to your room and swung open your shelf, eyes scanning over every row as you tried to find the best place for your newest treasure. It took a bit of rearranging to keep the shelf organized to your liking, but eventually you were able to place the box neatly right in the middle. You carefully closed the glass door and took a few steps back to admire your work. It was absolute perfection, and you couldn’t stop yourself from happily clapping your hands together. You deserved to applaud yourself a bit, after all.
You flopped down on your bed and grabbed your phone, eager to share your find with anyone who would listen, giddy with excitement. You really couldn’t believe how lucky you were! No one else would ever lay hands on a jack-in-the-box like this one, and now it was all yours.
As the hours of the afternoon dissolved into the night, you found yourself peeking into your room just about every time you walked past. You smiled wide whenever you saw the pristine box sitting on your shelf. It was especially beautiful when the sun hit it just right and made it shine. Your chest was still swelling with pride even as you climbed into bed for the night, able to peacefully fall asleep knowing that you’d filled another spot on your shelf today.
Unbeknownst to you, you had just given up the privilege of peaceful sleep.
That night you had one of the worst, most vivid nightmares you could remember.
You were standing in your room late at night, and everything seemed deathly silent, as if all the birds and insects that would normally be chirping outside had up and died off. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked around in confusion. You tried to turn on your lamp, but it wouldn’t come on. Trying the light switch yielded the same distressing result. You moved to open the door, but the moment you reached out for the knob it disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place. When you turned back, your bedroom window was gone too. Both of your escape routes had dissolved into thin air without so much as a sound.
The hair on the back of your neck stood up as your eyes slowly wandered to the jack-in-the-box. It was the only object left on your now open collectors shelf, but it seemed to take up so much more space than before. It had captured your gaze in an iron grip, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t look away. A terrible feeling began to bubble in the pit of your stomach, becoming heavier and heavier until you felt as though you may collapse from the weight, but nothing was happening. Something about the box itself felt so…malicious, so threatening, but it was simply sitting dormant on your shelf.
What were you so scared of?
That was the question replaying in your mind when you woke with a start, nearly falling out of your bed in your disoriented state. You shot straight up as you fought to catch your breath, taking a look around just to make sure your window and door were still there. Fortunately, they were. It really was just a nightmare.
A wave of relief washed over you as you slowly laid back down. You took an extra minute to catch your breath, silently scolding yourself for being so easily scared. You turned your head to look out the window, now noticing the very first little shreds of the dawn coming up over the horizon.
However, you noticed something else as well. Something that set off just a bit of unease in you.
The glass door of your shelf was open.
Not wide open, or broken, just slightly cracked as if it hadn’t been closed all the way and was now just barely ajar. You could’ve sworn you shut it all the way, you could even remember hearing the little click.
But we all make mistakes, don’t we?
That seemed enough of an explanation to calm you as you slipped out of bed to close the shelf once more. This time you double checked, just to be sure. When you were satisfied you went back to bed, finding sleep rather easily and this time without incident.
When you awoke some hours later you couldn’t help but question which parts of the night were a dream and which were reality. The memories of when you had woken up the first time were hazy, not to mention you were still shaken up from the nightmare. You tried to push it out of your mind, though, when you found your shelf securely closed and seemingly untouched. That was really all that mattered.
It seems you had the green light to go about your day as usual.
First thing’s first: you need to change out of your nightclothes. The stained band tee and baggy sweats would not cut it for running errands. You decided on something that would be comfortable for the day, but still made you feel confident and happy with yourself.
As you undressed you couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate yourself in the mirror, standing there in just your boxer briefs. You ran a hand over your sides, turning around halfway as you admired your own figure. It was a silly habit to have, really, but what was it hurting? After all, you were one handsome man. You deserved to be seen.
You weren’t the only one who thought this, and you certainly weren’t the only one who enjoyed admiring you.
Completely hidden out of your view, just how he liked, two achromatic pinwheel eyes spun manically behind the shadows of the jack-in-the-box. He only had to lift the box just slightly, so little that you would never notice, and even if you did you would likely brush it off as your imagination. Jack was skilled like that, able to slowly lure his victims into madness in such a way that they wouldn’t notice until it was too late.
You, though, had caught his attention in a slightly different manner.
You had piqued his interest the moment you picked up his box, handling it with a curious yet careful manner. For generations he had been packed away in dusty attics and grimy basements and long forgotten storage units, completely disgraced by the family line that was supposed to cherish him. But you had plucked him from that miserable cycle, dusted him off, and placed him carefully on your shelf in a secure little spot where you could see each other every day.
This was certainly unusual behavior.
That ache of contempt that he felt for nearly everyone else somehow had yet to creep in. On some level, Jack was just as curious about you has you had been about him, and now he was safe behind the glass to keep and observe you as he saw fit. Human bodies in particular had always been an odd interest of his seeing as they looked so different from his own. Seeing you flaunt yours so proudly with no one else around was honestly a bit amusing.
He watched silently as you slipped on your day clothes, turning around a couple more times in the mirror and adjusting your outfit a bit before finally deciding you were happy. He didn’t slip back down into his box until he heard your car pulling out of the driveway.
He sat there with himself for some few hours while you were gone. He had lost any sense of time at this point, used to spending his days alone in his box. Although, this time, there was one reoccurring theme that all his thoughts seemed to circle back to:
You.
What made exactly you so interesting, hm? He could venture a vague guess, but something was just…different. His affinity for humans had long since waned to nothing nearly two centuries ago, and yet a small part of it was beginning to stir in him once more.
It seemed this would require further observation, which was certainly no issue to him.
You, on the other hand, were blissfully unaware that you were currently sharing your humble abode. There were a few times when the events of the earlier night managed to worm its way back into your mind, but you always managed to push it away. You were simply being silly, that was all. It was a random occurrence with absolutely no significance.
Yeah, sure, that made enough sense.
By the time you were unlocking your front door, you had been lucky enough to truly forget about your nightmare. It seemed that you had finally calmed yourself and managed to stay grounded.
At least you had until you stepped through the door.
The second you had both feet in the doorway, the nightmare came rushing back in vivid flashes. It felt like your grocery bags were filled with cement, your limbs suddenly going weak. Your entire body had gone stiff, paralyzed with an indescribable sense of anxiety, the feeling that something was terribly, deeply wrong in your home.
You swept through the whole house and found not a single thing out of place, though every time you turned a corner you were sure you’d see something you didn’t want to.
No smashed in windows, no kicked in doors, nothing taken or broken, no other sign of an intruder. Nothing that would indicate anything out of the ordinary.
Then why was your stomach churning with the same heavy dread you’d felt in the nightmare?
You wracked your brain as you tried to figure out what could possibly be making you feel so uneasy in your own home, but nothing came to mind. Even as you put away your groceries you were mumbling and muttering to yourself, attempting to fetch any semblance of an explanation.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Jack was more than happy to watch you spin yourself into a tizzy over his little tricks. He giggled to himself when you paced back and forth where he could see you outside the doorway of your room, proud to see he hadn’t lost his mischievous touch.
You felt absolutely exhausted by the time you were trudging your way to your room, the subtle thrum of an oncoming headache already threatening to floor you for the rest of the day. You were so drained, in fact, that you had to do a double take to realize that your collector’s shelf had been completely opened.
Not just creaked open like last time, completely opened. If it had been pushed any farther, the hinges would’ve snapped.
You stared in disbelief, mouth hanging half open. You couldn’t even will yourself to move. It felt someone had just lit a match to the pile of questions that had been accumulating in the back of your mind. As if on autopilot, you walked over numbly and shut the glass door of the shelf. This time, you triple checked that it was shut.
Of course, this time you weren’t satisfied with that.
The first thing you did once you had thrown on sweats and laid down was go to order a lock for the shelf online. You even paid extra to make sure it would be delivered the next day. After all, the last thing you needed was one of your prized possessions falling out and breaking.
Yes, that was the very normal, rational reason why you needed a lock.
You sighed with exhaustion as you struggled to get comfortable in your bed, figuring maybe a nap would help you recharge a bit. By some miracle you actually managed to fall asleep, and by another you slept peacefully for a full hour uninterrupted.
Damn, you needed that. You actually felt better when you woke up, stretching and cracking your back a few times before getting up.
Suddenly your fearful reaction earlier seemed so silly! Why were you so upset anyways? Because of a bad dream and a dingy old shelf? How stupid. Really, you were lucky you lived alone. If anyone had seen you like that they’d think you were crazy, irrational, completely out of your—
The shelf is open again.
The fucking shelf is open again, and the box has moved an entire shelf down on its own.
The box has moved on its own.
You were suddenly feeling light headed.
You sat back down on your bed, your head already beginning to ache once more. You were dizzy, confused, struggling to find your bearings in reality. You held your head in your hands as you tried to take a breather. Part of you hoped that if you simply looked away then back up, maybe the problem would fix itself.
No such luck.
You groaned with frustration, practically stomping over to your shelf. You moved the box back to its original place in a quick and jumpy manner, as if it was burning hot and it would hurt to hold onto it for too long. This time you quadruple checked that it had been closed properly, and even threw a blanket over the shelf to cover it.
It wasn’t a fix, but it could at least give you some semblance of security.
“Stupid broken thing…” You muttered to yourself, speed walking out of your room to head to the kitchen where hopefully a snack could distract you.
Jack was giddy with excitement, unable to stop himself from snickering with smug self-satisfaction. It had been so long since he had someone to play with, and you were so fun to scare it almost felt too easy.
He would have to play his next cards perfectly, though, if he wanted to keep this up.
He didn’t mess with you at all the rest of the day, even when he really, really wanted to. You peaked into your room every time you walked by, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw the shelf was exactly as you’d left it every time.
Maybe, you thought for the umpteenth time, you really were just being irrational. You didn’t even have another nightmare that night, and when you awoke the shelf was still closed with the blanket untouched on top of it.
When the lock came in that day you wondered for a bit if you really needed it, but ultimately decided it was better to be over-prepared than under. You could finally remove the blanket cover on the shelf, feeling much better now that you could properly shut and lock it. You stored the key away in the drawer of your nightstand where you knew it would be safe.
For you, it seemed like everything was finally back to normal again.
For Jack, this was the perfect opportunity to increase his antics tenfold. He was becoming more and more impatient, wanting to badly to properly greet you, and with each scare he only felt himself grow stronger. He was feeding on your anguish, allowing it to fuel him until eventually he would be ready to come out and play.
For the next few weeks, Jack made you sure you found absolutely no peace. He was relentless and cruel, even by his standards. He broke your stupid little lock, and the two others you ordered after that. He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d made you shut the glass door to the shelf again. Whenever you tried to cover him with the blanket, he let you know he was particularly upset with you by not only swinging the shelf door wide open, but moving his box right to your bedside table. That way, he got to see your terror up close when you jolted awake, nearly tripping over yourself to get away when you saw the box a mere couple of feet from your face. He made the house creak and jump every time you got a moment of quiet. Hell, he was petty enough to mess with the thermostat when you were out, meaning you got to return home to a freezing cold or blistering heat that was surely running up your bill. Speaking of running up your bills, it wasn’t unusual for Jack to leave the water running either.
The thing that got to you the most, though, was the incessant nightmares.
God, they never stopped.
They were almost all the same:
You’d be trapped somewhere familiar, like your room or a store you’d been at that day. You’d be completely alone and no lights would work, and when you tried to leave all the doors and windows would disappear. And every time, every goddamn time, that jack-in-the-box would be sitting there to greet you when you turned around. That was by far the worst part. Just looking at it would make you weak and nauseous, but you always woke up just before you’d collapse. Whenever you awoke from your nightmares you tried to take comfort in the sunrise beginning to slowly come up over the horizon, but deep down you knew the daylight could no longer save you.
Each day you woke up more exhausted than the last, too tired to go anywhere but not able to stand being in your house with whatever entity was making your life hell.
On the contrary, Jack was merely becoming more and more energetic every day. He hadn’t felt this eager in a long, long time. He was even feeling a bit bold, working up the courage once or twice to open the shelf while you were in the room. That scared you the most, making you jump with fear and scramble out of the room as fast as you could.
He knew you didn’t really have anywhere else to go. You could leave for the day, sure, but sooner or later you’d have to come back home. The stars must’ve aligned for him to find you, the perfect little plaything that could never really escape and gave him endless entertainment. You were certainly a funny one.
Although, there were times he enjoyed simply watching you just as much as tormenting you.
Countless times he’d find himself occupied with quietly observing you as if you were a completely foreign creature. He’d peak out of his box to watch you toss and turn at night, to watch you dress in the morning, and he even got to see you walk back from your showers a few times. You looked so soft, even from this far away, with so many places for him to grab and squeeze and wrap his massive claws around.
It was shameful, really. Or it should’ve been at least. Jack didn’t know the meaning of the word. All he knew was that the urge to reach out and grab you in his claws was growing stronger, and fast. His already minimal patience was beginning to thin, and he knew that soon it would run out completely. Watching you from afar wouldn’t be enough.
But that was okay.
He was finally ready to properly greet you, and he knew exactly how he’d do it.
That night you experienced one of the usual terrors, but this time you couldn’t recognize the room. It looked to be the bedroom of a victorian mansion with tall wooden walls decorated with dusty paintings that seemed to go up forever, closing you in on all sides. A child’s toys were scattered around the room, and the blankets on the bed had been tussled and pushed around. It was clear someone had been living here, but who? And why were you in a room you had never seen before?
And why, God—
Why was that jack-in-the-box still sitting on the shelf? And why was the crank turning on its own, playing the quiet, foreboding tune of “Pop Goes The Weasel?”
The feeling of dread that filled you was nothing new, but what you didn’t expect was to see the box slowly open as the crank continued to turn.
The movement wasn’t sudden, but it was absolutely shocking, so much so that you fell back onto your hands. You tried to scoot backwards, to somehow get away, but you couldn’t move. All you could do was watch as the lid of the box clicked into its open place, and a dark shape began to emerge.
It took a moment for you to figure out what you were looking at. The shape had sharp edges and moved slowly, in a controlled manner. It wrapped around the edge of the box and tapped against it.
It was a hand.
A massive hand with pitch black claws, each nearly as large as your palm, much too big to belong to something that should’ve been able to fit in that box.
A second clawed hand reached up, grabbing onto the opposite side of the box. They looked to be pulling up the rest of the body.
You watched, mouth agape in silent horror as the claws were followed by long striped sleeves, then a head and face covered by long black hair that fell past broad shoulders, until eventually the entire body had dragged itself out of the box. The creature sat there limply with its limbs bent unnaturally as if its own body was too heavy for it to move. There was one thing about it, though, that made your blood run cold:
Above a sharp toothed smile that was stretched impossibly wide were two achromatic pinwheel eyes, spinning manically behind a curtain of dark hair. They pierced your soul with their stare, almost seeming to glow in the dark.
There was a split second where you knew you were about to wake up, but the sight before you when you forced your eyes open was so similar to your nightmare that you weren’t sure it had worked.
That…thing from your dream was hovering over you.
Its visage was completely clear to you now, hair falling around its face and on either side of your head as it peered down at you. A single glance towards its body showed it was even bigger up close, easily twice your size. It resembled some sort of clown, in line with the theme of the jack-in-the-box, but nothing about it seemed comforting or humorous.
Your first instinct was to thrash, but you couldn’t move. The clown had pinned your arms down with its massive claws, not even flinching when you tried to fight it off. It took no effort to hold you down.
Its razor-toothed mouth began to crack open, and for a second you expected it to lunge forward and end it all with one fatal snap of its jaws.
But that didn’t happen.
No, instead…
It laughed.
The laugh itself didn’t even sound malicious or evil. In any other context it could easily be mistaken as an innocent giggle, a sound you might make when you saw something particularly cute.
That was what you were to Jack:
Cute.
But not in the way you’d think.
You were cute in the way a helpless, injured animal is cute.
Cute in the way that something you could hold in the palm of your hand is cute.
Cute in the way that something you knew you had complete control over is cute.
Cute in a pathetic, pitiful way that Jack loved.
He had waited so long to have his fun with you, he was trembling with excitement.
“Oooh, there you are!” Jack spoke in a lighthearted tone, drawing out his words in a playful manner. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to sound like, but it definitely wasn’t that. You couldn’t decide if his oddly happy demeanor and sing-song tone with the cartoonish lilt of his accent was more or less frightening than the classic demonic voice of a supernatural killer.
Suddenly something uncomfortably wet slid from your shoulder to your cheek, and it wasn’t until he pulled back that you realized it was his tongue.
It was impossibly long and had the same striped pattern as his sleeves, moving in a much too articulated manner, as if it was another limb. You watched with wide eyes at it slowly retracted back into his mouth with a sickening wet sound. You could imagine it coiled up in there like a snake; after all, that was the only feasible way it should’ve been able to fit back in his mouth.
“You taste even better than I imagined…” The clown continued, taking no notice of (or at least not caring about) your discomfort. “You’ve been teasing ol’ Jack, haven’t you?”
“J…Jack?” You echoed in a whisper. You could hardly hear your own meek voice.
He only chuckled in response, taking great delight in hearing you say his name.
One of his hands released your arm, though you didn’t dare move either way. It slowly slid its way under your oversized nightshirt, pushing it above your chest and exposing your entire midriff. Both of his hands ran along your sides slowly, two claw-tipped thumbs barely scraping over your skin. Just a bit more pressure could’ve drawn blood, and it wouldn’t even take much effort on Jack’s part.
You tried not to move, to not even breathe, terrified that one wrong move would get you torn to shreds. You could imagine one razor sharp talon digging into your chest and dragging to your stomach, slicing you open in a mess of gore and intestines and oh, God—
You winced when Jack’s tongue unfurled once more, this time running from your navel all the way to your chest. It left a cold trail of saliva that made you shiver. You had to turn your head away, unable to look at Jack any longer, only to yelp in pain when you felt the sharp sting of a bite.
When you looked down again you were greeted with Jack’s smug grin.
“Pay attention to me and I won’t have to do that again.” He ordered, unblinking stare piercing through you. The tone of the demand was almost whiny, like he would throw a tantrum if he didn’t get his way.
“Wh…What the hell do you want?” You choked out.
Jack didn’t answer. It would be more fun to watch you figure it out on your own.
He adjusted you in his hold, allowing him to sit up as he moved to grasp your thighs. It was then you realized you’d neglected to put on any actual pants before bed, your lower half clad only in your boxer briefs which were doing very little to keep you modest, especially as Jack lifted your clothed bulge closer to his eager mouth.
“W-Wait—!”
But your plea came a moment too late, and any other attempt at words died in your throat when you felt Jack’s tongue run over your cock through your boxers.
“Shit—! Jesus Christ…” You huffed, “What the fuck…are you doing…?”
You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and watched helplessly as Jack’s tongue ran over you once more, making you tense as you felt your cock twitch. Damn, that felt good…
You really shouldn’t have been enjoying this. Especially not this much. You expected to be much more disgusted, and yet you weren’t. In fact, there was a little voice in the back of your head that was eager to take much more.
But what choice did you have, really?
Jack certainly had no intention of stopping, and you certainly weren’t going anywhere. Besides, for all you knew you’d wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a shameful wet dream.
You tried to relax a bit in his grip, which proved difficult when he was staring at you like he wanted to eat you alive.
Before you could blink Jack had suddenly flipped you onto your stomach, making quick work of your boxers with one swipe of his claws. The sound of ripping fabric caught you off guard, and everything happened so fast you weren’t sure what had happened until you felt Jack’s tongue run over the bare back of your thighs.
“Oh my God—!” You cried out, barely managing to muffle yourself with a pillow. You held it tight against your face, and even had to bite down on it in an attempt to stop yourself from screaming when Jack slipped his tongue inside of you.
It felt even longer than it looked, squirming inside of you and leaving absolutely no spot untouched. Every time you thought he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, he somehow did, filling you with his tongue until you couldn’t fit anymore. A shame, really; he had lots more to offer, but he couldn’t expect much from such a little human.
His hands were easily large enough to grasp your waist and hold you against his mouth. You had no way of knowing, but Jack was more than aware of his own strength, even taking care to make sure he didn’t pierce you with his nails. You’d be much for fun alive, after all. Although, this didn’t mean he didn’t have a bit of fun scaring you, occasionally giving a rough squeeze just to feel you flinch. He was thoroughly invested in tasting every inch of you, but that didn’t mean he’d stop toying with you at every opportunity.
Despite his hold on you, you couldn’t stop yourself from writhing desperately in his hands. You weren’t trying to fight him, but the sensation of his tongue wriggling around so deep inside of you was certainly an odd one. Your cock was already throbbing between your legs and dripping precum onto your sheets. There was a nagging urge to reach down and give your needy member some much needed attention, but you couldn’t force yourself to release your painful grip on your blanket. It was the only thing providing you any sort of purchase.
Jack was making quite the show of eating you out as well, moaning and slurping in a rather dramatic manner. He certainly wasn’t afraid of being noisy, though he made sure to stay quiet enough to listen to your encouraging noises. You sounded so desperate and needy, he just couldn’t get enough. You became especially loud when he began to slowly move his tongue in and out. He could even feel you squeeze around it, and it made his cock ache as he imagined what it would feel like to finally be inside of you.
You shuddered when Jack finally retracted his tongue, his saliva completely soaking your hole and beginning to run down your legs, leaving you now feeling thoroughly stretched but unpleasantly empty. He only let you rest as long as it took for him to close and wipe his mouth before he was manhandling you once more, this time flipping you into your previous position on your back. It happened so fast that just the impact of your head on the pillow made you dizzy.
When you looked up again Jack had leaned back a bit, looking down at his hands as he unbuckled his suspenders and soon after his pants. You followed his gaze just in time to see his own massive length spring free from his trousers.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
It was bigger than anything you’d ever even imagined, and suddenly you felt embarrassingly inadequate. It too was striped, and shaped in such a way that you could easily tell it was a cock but definitely not a human one. He laid it over your stomach and you couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer size. It was thick and heavy too, throbbing eagerly against your skin.
“W-Woah, wait, no way—“ You stuttered, attempting to crawl backwards and away from Jack. “That’s fucking giant, holy shit…You can’t— T-That won’t—“
“Shhhhh!” Jack interrupted as he roughly pulled you back to him, “Calm down, you whiny little thing. You’ll be fine.”
You only whimpered in reply, watching with bated breath as he spread your legs wide to make room for his cock. He groaned with delight when his leaking tip brushed against your waiting hole.
“A-At least be careful…!” You pleaded in a last-ditch effort to earn yourself some mercy.
“I make no promises.” Jack replied shortly, as if he was annoyed with your request. Maybe it was a bit cruel to be so careless, but surely you were being dramatic. Humans were meant to stretch, right? Surely you weren’t that fragile.
The noise that struggled out of your mouth when he forced himself into you was downright inhuman, followed by a string of curses and other equally nasty exclamations of the sort that could’ve barred you from getting you into heaven all on their own. Not that you were going either way at this point.
When Jack had finally filled you as much as he could, only about two thirds of his cock had managed to disappear inside of you. That was still rather impressive, all things considered, and it’s not like he could complain. Your tight hole squeezed around him in all the right places.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You repeated under your breath as you tried to adjust to Jack’s size, a borderline impossible task.
“Foul mouthed one, aren’t you?” He scolded, grabbing your chin roughly. “Behave, or I’ll have to wash your mouth out.”
He seemed to find that hilarious, laughing to himself as if he’d never heard a funnier joke in his life.
“You…fuckin’ freak…” You spat back at him half-heartedly. It was hard to sound angry when you were trying to catch your breath after being filled to your limit. Jack feigned a gasp of disbelief at your lackluster insult.
“Naughty, naughty thing you are! Someone simply must teach you to behave!”
He squeezed you in his grip, testing his hold one last time before he began to pull back. You thought he’d stop halfway or at least start slow, but you were left speechless as he pulled out nearly all the way, leaving just the tip still nestled inside of you. You grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to brace yourself for what was sure to be a brutal impact.
“Brutal” was an understatement.
Shit, it felt like he fucking impaled you. You choked on what would’ve been a shriek when he pushed into you again, nails digging into his shoulder so hard it would’ve drawn blood if he had any. You felt unbearably full as his cock bullied its way back inside of you until it was laying heavy in your stomach.
Jack let out a shuddering moan that dissolved into a breathy laugh as he watched you struggle to keep it together. Your mouth hanging open in a silent scream and eyes going wide with panic was exactly what he wanted to see.
“Aww, did that hurt?” He asked, and honestly the condescending tone stung a bit. You only glared in reply.
He pulled back again, slamming into you with even more force than the first time. You could feel the bed swaying beneath you from the sheer strength. You could only hope he didn’t wind up breaking it after he broke you.
Jack was never one to take things slow, and as soon as he had gotten the hang of his thrusts he set a brutal pace. Each movement made your head spin with the impact. You really weren’t built to take something so massive, you shouldn’t have been able to, but you were taking it despite your body’s protests. You didn’t want to look down, unable to even stand the thought of seeing his gigantic cock disappear inside of you.
Desperate, animalistic noises spilled through your gritted teeth and out of your mouth. Each thrust hit deeper than the last and there were times you swore he was literally rearranging your guts. Of course you would eventually adjust to Jack’s size and strength, but that didn’t shake the fear that this encounter could land you in the hospital. This fear would fade as he continued though, the overwhelming fullness and ache soon melting into a pleasure like you’d never felt before. You grasped at anything you could, whether it be your sheets or Jack’s sleeves or hair, hopelessly clawing at anything you could get your shaky hands on.
Jack’s tongue laid limp out of his mouth as he panted, shamelessly rutting into you like a toy. You were nothing but a rag doll in his clutches for him to hold and use to his black heart’s content, and then some. While you couldn’t bring yourself to look down, he was more than happy to watch his cock thrust in and out of you. The wet squelching sounds made by each little movement were like music to his ears.
He knew he must’ve been hitting deep when he noticed the bulge he was making in your stomach.
Oh, you simply had to see this!
He grabbed your hair roughly and forced you to look down.
“Ahah! Do you see that? Do you?” He asked eagerly. He took your choked noise as a ‘yes.’
“You’re so small, ahah…I wonder how deep I can go before you break in two!”
He tugged on your hair once more, this time pulling it back to expose your neck. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he dragged his tongue slowly up your neck before pulling you into a messy kiss. It only took one second of your surprise to allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, and it quickly found its way down your throat. You were caught off guard and nearly choked, which only made Jack laugh against your lips. You could feel every little twitch or jerk it made as it explored your throat with no regard for your comfort.
Jack didn’t pull away until he could tell you were struggling for air, retracting his tongue incredibly quickly. You were coughing and heaving to catch your breath, which he apparently found very amusing. It seemed to send him into a giggling fit every time he scared you half to death.
Suddenly Jack came to an abrupt stop. You looked up at him in confusion, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was focused on something else. You felt yourself being jostled around as he shifted his position, sitting up on his knees and lifting you from the bed with one hand still around your waist and the other under your back. You were entirely supported by his hands now.
What the hell is he thinking?!
You felt him retracting once more, but this time he wasn’t moving his hips. He was moving you.
He showed no signs of struggle or even the slightest strain as he began to thrust into you again, your weight practically nothing to him. He was using you like a goddamn fleshlight, nothing more than a sleeve for his cock.
And honestly…It wasn’t so bad.
That seemed to be your breaking point, any sense of dignity you had before completely going out the window as you gave into him fully. If he was going to use you like a toy, you could at least put in the effort to be a good one.
“F-Fuck! Ah—! Jack, m-more…!” You begged, and for a moment a look of surprise flashed across his face. The last thing he was expecting was to hear you pleading for him so shamelessly, but it was a welcome surprise. His signature grin returned quickly, stretching from one pointed ear to the other.
“Oh, more he says?!” He replied, “More, more! What happened to ‘wait, Jack!’ and ‘you can’t, Jack!’, huh? Sudden change of heart?”
He was mocking your voice, degrading you so blatantly that he expected you to recoil at his nasty words, but instead you tightened around him.
Oh…you liked that.
He was more than happy to keep going.
“What is it then, hm? Or have you already gone too stupid to answer me? Aha, you really do love this!”
You nodded quickly in response, managing to push out a slurred reply that sounded vaguely like an agreement.
“Fine then,” he conceded, “I can give you more…”
And just when you thought he couldn’t possibly go any faster or shove in any deeper or make you cry out for him even more.
He fucked you like his current life and the next depended on it, each thrust slamming the headboard into the wall so hard it left a mark. Your legs trembled as you began to get lost in the pleasure. It all felt like a blur, a wonderful blur only broken up by the realization that you were much closer to your orgasm than you realized.
“Jack, J-Jack—! I’m close, I…I’m…” You couldn’t even choke out a single sentence of warning. Jack was more than aware of what you were trying to tell him, but he was content to let you pathetically struggle for words.
“Go on, why don’t you? If you need it so bad I won’t stop you.”
His attempt at an impartial tone was greatly hindered by his obvious excitement, a result of how close he was to his own peak and how much he desired to see you cum. He wanted so badly to see you make a mess for him, to feel you spasm around him and know that he was the one who brought you to that.
“Oh, please—!” You whined, “Please, please, please…”
You had no idea what you were begging for. You didn’t have to, though, because it seems like your pleas worked anyways. Every muscle in your body tensed on instinct, your back arching up into Jack and one last high pitched cry managing to leave your throat as you came. The force of your orgasm hit you like a truck, more intense and prolonged than any other you’d had, helpfully hastened by Jack’s increasingly erratic thrusts.
“Ahah, you squeezed so tight!” He gushed, “You feel so, so good…”
Faster, faster, faster, he had to go faster. He was so close, so close. He had to fill you, he had to. He had to see his cum dripping out of you and to know that he’d filled you with all he had and you had to be filled.
He went silent for a split second, and you knew what you were in for when his hips stuttered before going still, but you weren’t ready for the sheer amount of cum he pumped into you. He held you on his cock until he was completely done, continuing to make small ruts with his hips until he’d ridden out his orgasm to the end. There simply wasn’t room for it all inside of you, but even as it flowed out of you and down your legs and onto your sheets he continued to spill into you. You’d gone limp in his hands by the time he was done.
You barely processed the feeling of being laid back down on your bed, but you definitely winced when Jack pulled out of you. Damn, you were already sore. Not to mention your forehead was drenched with a thick layer of sweat and your thighs were soaked with a multitude of bodily fluids that you were trying not to think about right now.
You managed to crack an eye open when you heard Jack snickering.
“Tired already? A shame. I had fun.” He said casually, as if the both of you had just returned from an outing and he hadn’t practically jumped you in your own home. Your only answer was an exhausted sigh.
Jack cocked his head to the side as he stared down at you. Were you really so worn out already? He wasn’t tired at all! Then again, “tired” wasn’t really something he felt…
Humans are so strange.
He laid down beside you and draped an arm over you. When he leaned in you expected him to lick you again, but instead he brought you into a kiss. An actual kiss, the first real gesture of affection he’d given you, even if it was rather brief. He pulled away to nestle his face into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his laughter against your skin.
“You’re a funny one, do you know that? I hope I get to play with you a lot more…”
Oh, fuck.
He wasn’t leaving, was he?
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O saw your promo and could i get laughing jack woth fem reader with 25.
“Don’t look at me like that. You asked for this.”
62. “One last time. Please. I—I need one last touch.”
48. “God, you’re like a bitch in heat. Do you even realise how desperate you look, riding my thigh like that?”
With the theme of break up sex with laughing jack doing the breaking up and the reader beggong for one last touch
Wrote this a Hot Minute™ ago so now I'm looking back at the writing like... yikes, I could do better atp 💀💀
Anyways, I hope you can still find some kind of enjoyment out of this ^^; LMK what ya think!!
~Requests are closed~
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25. “Don’t look at me like that. You asked for this.”
48. “God, you’re like a bitch in heat. Do you even realize how desperate you look, riding my thigh like that?”
62. “One last time. Please. I—I need one last touch.”
“Don’t look at me like that. You asked for this”
Your heart clenches
Inhumanly white eyes pierce through you
Where once, they would’ve been filled with nothing but love and admiration, his gaze now burns with anger and disdain
You’re on the verge of tears
You can’t lose him
Not like this
Dear God, not like this!
His lips curl over his sharp teeth in a sneer, and with a huff, he turns away from you
“Jack!”
You reach out and grab his arm in a rush of panic
He stops dead in his tracks, and the way his body tenses has your blood going cold
You’re suddenly reminded of what he is; a monster
He had loved you at one point, cared for you, protected you
But somehow, that’d changed, and now, here you are, faced with the monstrous part he previously would’ve never bared towards you
You swallow thickly
You can’t help but notice how sharp his claws are as he curls his hands into a fist
Sharp like knives
“P-please”
Your voice is uneven when it escapes you, so you try again
“One last time. Please. I—I need one last touch”
It’s a long shot, you know it is
But you’ll take whatever you can get
Any second longer—you’ll beg for scraps of his attention if you need to
There’s a growl from deep within his chest, something low and rumbly and dangerous
Some part of your brain tries to tell you to let him go
But you don’t want to listen
You need him
You stay rooted in place, even when he turns to face you, even when his intimidating form towers over you menacingly
“Jack,” you breathe his name
And you know you’re so, so incredibly pathetic right now, begging him to touch you as he’s about to leave you
But you don’t care
It doesn’t matter—none of it does
You just need him one last time
He snorts, and your heart shatters, thinking he won’t even give you this one last bit of closure
His clawed hand grips at your cheek, threatening to piece flesh
You wince, closing your eyes
But then his lips are on yours, and your mind is going blank at the feeling
He kisses you roughly—fervently
You sigh against him, your hands following a familiar path to his jagged locks to tug him in even closer
He growls again, but it doesn’t scare you like it did before
You want him—monstrous side and all
His teeth scrape at your lips, filling your mouth with the taste of copper
You’ve no doubt it was on purpose
But you don’t care
You tug at him, tug at his hair, his clothes, anything you can get your hands on
You know you don’t have much time left with him, but right now, it doesn’t matter
He’s yours
He’s all yours right now
You push yourself against him, trying to minimize the distance between the two of you to nothing
He backs up a few paces as you do, and you’re almost disappointed, before he pulls you into him for you to follow
Claws at your hips, you’re yanked against him until you lose your balance and topple into him
You land on his lap, and you realize he must’ve done it on purpose because the couch is beneath him and you’re straddling his thighs just perfectly
You groan into the kiss
Heat pools in your stomach, making your sex clench eagerly already
He’s barely done anything and you’re already so needy for him
His grip is bruising, his kiss hard enough to make your head spin
When his tongue parts your lips to taste you, you squeeze your legs together and whimper
It seems he’s still not immune to you, because when he hears the sound you make, you feel his bulge twitch against your hips
You’re practically frenzied
Your body moves on its own to grind down on his leg
Anything to feel him—to relieve the ache that’s driving you insane
He breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva splitting between the two of you as he does
And it’s filthy, but you can’t help but love it
“God, you’re like a bitch in heat. Do you even realize how desperate you look, riding my thigh like that?”
There’s a bite to his words as he says it
You don’t care
You’ll be as desperate as it takes if it means he’ll fuck you again
You drag his hands up from your hips to press them both to your chest
“P-please~ Please, Master, fuck me~”
Bringing up the old pet name gets you just the reaction you wanted
He snaps, flips you on your back, and in an instant, you find yourself naked beneath him
The growl that escapes him is dangerously threatening, but all that does is coax you to spread your legs so that he can just fuck you already
One hand wraps around your throat, encompassing it completely until his fingers are touching the back of your neck
And with his other hand, he quickly undoes his pants to free his hard-on
You’re barely given a second to appreciate the sight of him before he’s plunging it all the way into your tight little cunt
He’s so big
Even now, wet as you are for him, it still takes a few thrusts to finally split you open for the entirety of his shaft
Your jaw goes slack, eyes rolling back and your chest arching up into him
You knew he wasn’t planning on going easy on you
But nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he almost immediately pulls out, just to slam all the way back into you
You aren’t given any time to adjust
Hell, you’re hardly given any time to catch your breath between rough slams of hips into yours
It’s like he’s trying to fuck you in half
Your hands try to grip at him, at the couch beneath you—anything—but there’s nothing you can do to help keep you grounded
“I’m gonna break you,” he growls, and you hardly have the mental capacity to listen, but you force yourself to hang off of his every word as he uses you
“Gonna break you so that no one else will ever be able to make you feel as good”
You make some pathetic whimper because fuck, you’re going to cum already
“I’ll ruin that pretty little cunt”
His hand around your neck tightens and you feel yourself getting lightheaded
Lips parted, eyes clouded over, you gasp for air, and he uses the opportunity to lean over and spit into your mouth
You clench around him and cum—hard
He doesn’t relent as you do
If anything, it only encourages him to use you harder
“You won’t fucking forget who you belong to, no matter how many people you try to date after me”
His words blur together as your body tenses with the rush of endorphins
It’s like you can’t stop shaking, can’t stop yourself from trying to milk him through your orgasm
The way he snarls and growls above you, hips shamelessly pistoning into your inviting heat—it’s too much
“(Y/n)—“
You nearly cum again when he growls your name
His hand leaves your neck, and you’re about to gasp for air when he suddenly forces his lips on yours again
When you kiss him back, his pace falters for the first time, and you know he’s getting close
You’re almost grateful because you don’t know how much more you can take
“Beg,” he snarls when he breaks the kiss, “beg for me to cum inside you. Beg for me to defile you”
You open your mouth, but all that escapes is a sickly slew of moans and whimpers
It seems to anger him, and with a growl, he crams more of his length as deep into you as he can
He’s hitting your cervix
“P-please! Please!”
Tears blur your vision as you cry out for him
Too much—it’s too much!
“Jack—please cum inside me!”
With one last deep snarl, he snaps his hips all the way forward, and then you feel him twitch as he empties himself inside you
It’s euphoric
You don’t want it to end, don’t want him to stop
Even if you physically can’t handle it, you want more
You wriggle beneath him, as if that could make him stay longer
But it’s over all too quickly as he pulls out
You snap your legs shut before his cum can leak out
“Jack, please… Don’t go”
Your quiet plea falls on deaf ears
“You lost your chance, (y/n)” he snarls
There’s a mix of lust and disdain in his eyes as he looks down at you
"We’re done”
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Yes! Another Creepypasta writer! Can i please request LJ with a Fem!Virgin!Reader? Headcanons please 🤍
Of course beloved Anon </3 your sins are my command 🙏
— ❝ 11 Laughing Jack x Virgin!Fem!Reader headcanons
NSFW tags: Corruption kink, praise kink, teratophilia, fingering, p-n-v sex, dacryphilia, marking/biting, mentionings of aftercare
There is not much warnings on this, but either way viewer discretion is advised.
At first, Jack would be giddy at the prospects of him being your first time. The way your innocents sputters as he playfully toys with you, teasing you with corrupted prospects of losing your time with such a monster like him.
Since it would be your "special" moment, Jack would go easy on you. Rather than being rough and hard on you, he'd spoil you with soft praises and experimental touches. He would love to watch what makes you tick, what makes you melt into his claws.
He would love to use and mutter adorable pet names for you such as "Doll/Dolly", "Princess", and "Sweets" as he gets your body adjusted to him. The way you feel a pool of arousal in your stomach as he gives you such sweet names made him extremely happy.
Lowkey, Jack would be a service dom. He would definitely value your own pleasure over his as he gets you fixated on him.
As he goes easy on you, he would love to stretch you open with his elongated fingers. Watching you mewl and moan out as you get used to the stretch, along with the pleasure that comes with it. Its fascinating watching how much you can handle just by his fingers.
Jack would love to watch you moan and squirm as his cock presses inside of you, twinges of pain and pleasure erupting from you. Watching as he slowly thrusts into your adjusting cunt as he makes you adjust to his stripped length. He would groan and bite his lip as you clench around him, digging his claws into the mattress as he attempts to go easy.
Watching tears well up in your gaze would be perfect for the clown to watch. Whether it be pain or pleasure, frustration or overstimulation, he wants to see you cry because of him.
Jack would make marks on you, watching you moan under him as he bites and sucks at your pretty neck. He would definitely leave faint scratches into your tender skin, watching you wince and adjust to him.
As you both kiss, Jack would adore to see the surprise reaction as he snaked his long, stripped tongue into your mouth. He moans as you gently suck on his tongue as he thrusts into you, making sure you take all of him.
He would definitely be possessive over you. After all, you would be his new toy. How could Jack ever break his favorite toys anyways?
He would spoil you with aftercare. Mumbling how good you were as he gently slides out of you, rubbing your sides with a paitent expression. He would wait as you wind down from your high, asking if you would need anything.
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soo likee
LJ Nsfw??🙏🏽🙏🏽
Thanks for the request :)
⚠️MDI! Warning NSFW content below⚠️
Laughing Jack NSFW Headcanons:
Jack has two different moods in bed: He is either soft or very sadistic during sex. He also has a very high sex drive and is like a cat in heat.
Jack loves fucking you in doggy and missionary.
He is into bondage and likes tying you up in all sorts of positions.
Jack loves receiving more than giving.
Give him a blowjob, and he is pulling your hair.
His dick is big and thick, so he often preps you for it.
Jack loves praising you telling how a good girl/boy you are or how you're taking him so well, etc.
He is a switch but prefers being the dom. If he is the sub, he will behave like a brat.
Jack loves giving oral sex, whether it be eating out your pussy or giving you a blowjob.
His tongue is long, which reaches all your sweet spots.
Loves marking you leaving bite marks on your inner thigh, neck, chest, etc.
Have a nice day :)
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i need more creepypasta x reader stories where the pastas actually act like serial killers???
idk i feel like most stories where they’re depicted it’s like..they’re all fluffy and cute and stuff and it just makes me 😞😞 bc i want a horror romance that is in touch with how canonically they are.
recently i could probs name a handful of stories where they act like actual killers, like there is this author who has this like prison (?) au where a few days ago they dropped a fic about that au and OHHHMYGOD it was peak bc they weren’t afraid of making the pastas do the crazy shit serial killers do and i fuck with that heavy.
like don’t be scared to make them gross psycho freaks LOL
im just tired of reading cutesy stories about fictional serial killers oops 😥 if you guys have any recs PLSS tell me!!
#☾ ‘ vampiric nights —!#like if i could write stories i would but i don’t have any time so 😥#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta x y/n#creepypasta x female reader#creepypasta x oc#yandere creepypasta#creepypasta smut#jeff the killer#eyeless jack#tim wright#brian thomas#laughing jack#jason the toymaker
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Nsfw Pasta Headcannons
My sincerest apologies I stumbled upon a few posts and couldn't stop thinking about it... Nsfw warning..
• Eyeless Jack
• 100% a top
• The only way you're topping him is when you ride him, which even then no you're not.
• Animalistic. Growls, grunts, and huffs. Tends to cage you beneath him like his prey as he plows you.
• Needy like an Alpha in Rut. I'm talking he'll grip on to you as he desperately ruts into you and because lust is a form of hunger for flesh the demonic man needs more than one round each session.
• Soft dom for sure and a service top who ideally wants a service bottom
• Think "Shh, little one, you're doing so good for me, you can handle a couple more rounds for me, hmm? Let me make you feel good a few more times, can't you?"
• Breeding kink, he doesn't care if he can't actually get you pregnant, if you don't have the "equipment" to do so, or if it'd make you uncomfortable to be, he doesn't have to make you pregnant in actuality, if you can't or don't want to he won't but he just loves to try. Just the thought of of pumping you so full of him and seeing you so full of him turns him on.
• Super into marking. Biting, hickies, claw marks, you name it. He likes leaving proof that you're his behind.
• He's practically blind so all of his other senses are heightened, he is legitimately so good at hitting all the right spots.
• Long tongue, monster cock, enough said.
• Likes cockwarming, specifically after the a session, you're just so warm and welcoming and full, why'd he want to pull out?
• If he wasn't such a clean freak, he'd probably be into butt plugs/keeping his cum inside you. But since I feel like he tries to keep personal spaces/property clean he wouldn't.
• Really good at aftercare, we're talking bubble bath, water, snacks, cuddles the works.
• Ben drowned
• Switch
• Loves to 'play' with you and have you 'play' with him
• Would 100% want to mess around while video gaming and the two of you probably have in whatever way you could ever think of.
• Also likes cockwarming but in a more traditional way of he just likes having you on his cock feeling your walls around him without doing anything other than being inside you or vice versa.
• Wants to fuck you or be fucked by you in full cosplay.
• He's a thigh guy. He likes thighs. He likes to sit with his head between your thighs and give you head.
• He also likes overstimulation so he likes to sit with his head squeezed between your thighs giving you head until you're crying and trembling and can't give him any more. Also enjoys should you do the same.
• So needless to say also a multiple rounds type of guy.
• Bro is almost always horny I swear to God. Like he'll watch you through your phone as you take a shower relieving himself as he does so and fucking you right after you get out. His Libido is insane.
• A wee bit of a somnophilliac. But think a 'yes' or 'no' pillow situation where if you ever fell asleep on the yes side you'd wake up cock drunk or vice versa.
• Also a dacryphilliac in the sense where he loves seeing you cry from pleasure overload.
• Has a mild degradation kink and likes it best when paired with praise. Think, "That a good slut, don't let a drop go to waste okay?"
• He's into hypnosis and mind control, something about being all foggy brained as he gets his guts rearranged/the glossy far away look in your eyes as he fucks you until you're dick drunk makes him hard as hell. He likes controlling you and being controlled by you.
• His idea of aftercare is falling asleep in your arms or with you in his arms waking up a few hours later to wash off the now cold and uncomfortable sticky situation putting on each other's shirts and waking up in the morning to have sex again, then water/breakfast if he's feeling sweet.
• Laughing Jack
• Probably hot take I think he wouldn't... I think he's ace and sex repulsed.
• I think because he was once a guardian angel for a child he just thinks it's really not for him and he's okay with that.
• But if his beloved asked for some 'help' in one way or shape or another he'd help them. Or if you asked him to 'play' with you. He would.
• He'd also watch you if you wanted him to and be really good with aftercare.
• Jeff the Killer
• "100"% Top, you'd be punished if you tried to top him and failed but if you tried and succeeded he'd bottom for you and probably enjoy it enough to let you top him again.
• Sadist
• Hard dom
• Brat tamer
• Somnophilliac and dacryphilliac, he likes it best when they go hand in hand
• Has a knife kink and likes knife play
• Needy and has a degradation kink. Think projecting insults and such. Like "Such a needy little cock slut, look at you, your body sucks me in so greedily, you really need to be dicked down so badly, huh slut?"
• Loves objectification and dumbification. Loves how your his cock sleeve, cum dumpster, and fuck toy.
• Would ideally have a brat as a partner and would ideally get to punish them every night.
• Likes tying you up and blindfolding you.
• Also likes edging a lot, in fact most nights is an edging session in itself. He loves to see how close he can get the both of you to climax without ever letting you or himself cum.
• Into orgasm denial as well. Like if you cum before you were given permission, he'll make sure you can't cum for the rest of the night while he cums plenty.
• Glory holes turn him on, he likes the thought of fucking you through one.
• Into breath play and choking, both giving and receiving
• He'll deadass just say "That was fun" or "Thanks baby!" or something along those lines, pull you to his chest while groping your ass as "aftercare"
• Homicidal Liu
• Soft dom/service top
• his nurturing nature extends to the bedroom. He has rules for you in the bedroom and out that if you follow will lead to rewards and if you don't lead to punishment.
• unless you misbehave then he'll have no choice but to punish you because brats don't get to cum or have 'playtime' at all, they get to watch 'sir' cum without them.
•orgasm denial/overstimulation
• On the other hand if you're good you get to cum until you physically can't anymore. Congratulations.
• Has a worship kink wants to worship you and be worshipped in return. He will lap you up like you're the nectar of the gods, savoring in your sweet, decadent noises until you melt in his mouth. Caressing you as he buried himself in your heat and feeling oh so powerful as you look at him lovingly as he pounds you taking pride in the fact he's the only one who's making you cum.
• Has a praise kink and will praise you non stop.
• Has a thing for thigh highs/garters/collars/ears and a tail
• Also has a thing for you wearing his clothes.
• Into dumbification in the sweet way. Think "Ah ah honey, thinking is my job. You're just my sweet little thing, let me take care of everything."
• He adores "easy access" anything
• into dacryphillia in the sense he likes making you cry from pleasure.
• The king of after care just like with EJ there will be bathing, water, snacks, praise, cuddles the works.
• Ticci Toby
• He's a switch in the term that he'd let you ride him while he was tied up, blindfolded, and unable to move or touch you and let you milk him dry. But you're not pegging/fucking him.
• Into roleplay scenarios.
• Likes seeing you half dressed, loves seeing you half dressed moaning beneath him or bouncing on his cock.
• Huge Pervert, you can't do anything without him getting bricked af.
• Likes strip teases/lap dances
• He adores "easy access" anything
• Loves marking and overstimulation. Also orgasm control. Basically anything that marks you as his or proves he's in charge of pleasuring you and only he truly satisfied you.
• I'll be so fr with you he also loves being covered in hickies by you.
• Also loves to tie you up. You're like a present for him and only him.
• He's down to try almost anything at least once.
• into dacryphillia in the sense he likes making you cry from too much intense pleasure.
• Has a thing for enthusiastic consent. It legitimately is something he cannot proceed without and it turns him on to know you want him that badly.
• Has a voice kink and a praise kink.
• He loves getting you dick drunk and likes it better when your hips grind needily against his after you're all orgasmed out but so foggy that you want more nonetheless as you warm his cock.
• He's surprisingly good at aftercare, he'll wash you up, bring you some water, tell you how happy and proud he is, and cuddle you.
• Brian/Hoodie
• 100% Top
• He has a Daddy Kink and likes dd/l
• He gets hard picking out your outfits and dressing you as well as bathing you.
• He's a soft Dom but he's rough in bed if the two of you had a dry spell he'll fuck you as desperately as EJ does.
• Otherwise however normally he treats you like you're made of glass as he fucks you.
• Has a kink/fetish for infantilization/dumbification. "Baby, sweetheart , doll face you can't take care of yourself. You're too little, so just stay with daddy, let daddy take care of you, make you feel good, hm?"
• Also has a breeding kink, he wants you to be filled with his seed each time the two of you fuck.
• He doesn't take kindly to teasing, if you tease him he'll edge and overstimulate you until you physically cannot cum anymore. Aka BIG on orgasm control
• He loves to leave hickies and bite marks all over you.
• He's also a somnophilliac, he likes making you squirm and whimper as you wake up on his cock.
• He has a corruption kink. He likes doing lewd things to his innocent looking partner/little.
• That leads us to dacryphillia he likes making you cry from intense pleasures he caused you as you tremble and cling to him
• He's very good, an expert even, at aftercare he does everything right so you are taken care of with both physical and mental needs.
• Tim/Masky
• 100% Top
• I feel like he likes to be called master or sir
• He has a thing for praising you
•A voice kink for hearing your pretty noises
• He loves manhandling you and likes to pin you down beneath him.
•Likes pulling hair/guiding your head via your hair.
• Gets hard as a rock when you wear his clothes he doesn't care what for
• He's into dumbification and getting you so drunk on pleasure that you forget your own name.
• Something about if you wear the hat you ride the cowboy and your cowboy has very good control so you're going to be there for a while until he's had his full which is when he'll actually start trying.
• He's into edging and overstimulation hand in hand meaning edging the two of you to each orgasm and then going until neither of you can cum anymore.
• This man loves marking you.
• He'll cover every inch he can with hickies and bite marks.
• In fact, the main reason you're sore is not only because he rocked your shit but you are covered in hickies and bite marks, everywhere, too much to even attempt to cover.
• He's an expert on aftercare and your aftercare is specifically catered to your needs as a partner and person as well as your physical needs: water, food if hungry, bathing.
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x gn!reader#ticci toby#tim masky#ben drowned#brian hoodie#eyeless jack#laughing jack#jeff the killer#homicidal liu#creepypasta smut#nsft
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can i please request nsfw headcanons with laughing jack and candy Pop ?? thanks youss 🫶🏻
Candy Pop and Laughing Jack NSWF hcs!
➥ Hiiii!! (pretty clown boys im drooling). Here you go! And again sorry that i kept you waiting!!!! >:(( Ofc please remember about safe sex always and things like that!!
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Candy Pop
Yeah he is big king, and I mean it, he is huge everywhere! Candy isnt human, so things like "average size" doesnt applicable to him, basic laws of nature doesnt exist either. Bold assumptions that he would be more than 10-12inches (25-30cm) when hard and he is thicc! Such a yummy dick and pretty too! Shape doesnt look human tho! Candy has couple of veins here and there, and is well trimmed (he just cares about his look so much, not like you can complain). Good luck with taking him - at least he can hit all your sweet spots easly. Absolute nightmare if you are virgin!
Candy is defintely a top! He just loves using his power and big posture against you! All that to make you feel completely under his control, relying only on him. Loves making absolute mess from you, the state when you cant even think properly and just moan needly his name while bouncing on his cock - he lives for that so much. There is no better view than his pet being obdient and good just for him! There is a small chance that he would let you dom him, but its one in a milion tbh - Candy just loves "taking care" for you too much!
Such a kinky and freaky beast pls!! Like bondage, spanking, BDSM, pet play, size kink, breeding, degradation!!! Sign him in, he is so willing to try anything and everything!! Boy has seen a lot so you wont suprise him anyways. When you two are having sex, he loves choosing risky places when you two could have been seen! Candy does have something from exhibicionist and get off so much from the thought that someone would see you both! Big on making you cry, he so so mean i swear! Doesn't let you cum without his persmission, says many mean things or maybe its becasue of pain? Can't wait to see you looking up at him with your teary eyes! Candy Pop is also rough partner, constantly grabbing and pulling your hair ust to look at him. Give him blowjob if you are brave enough! He knows that he is huge and wont fit into your tight throat, but will try to shove as much as he can!
VERY VOCAL!! He moans, screams, whimper,, just anything! Making so many sounds like his own life depends on it! Also great dirty talker, you are wet just from his voice! LOVES CALLING YOU HIS PET! Or things like slut, dumb fucktoy, and things like kitten or filthy dog..But he has his cutie patootie side too! Sweetie, cutie, pup, baby (tho he likes to use it when he mocks you)! HE ALSO LOVES WHEN YOU CALL HIM NAMES THAT EMPHASIZE HIS POWER OVER YOU!! Master and sir are his thing, but he is curious what can you come up with!
Loves positions like doggy, cowgirl (doesnt matter if reversed or not, he just want you do all the work!) and listen!! he is big and strong and stuff so he can actually hold you against the wall and just fuck you when he hold you (usually for quickies). Candy also loves taking you on the table/kitchen counter - anywhere like that! Will grind against your butt with his bulge, and be ready to be humped when you two sleep pacefully!
When it comes to aftercare..it is here but nothing too special. Will definitely praise you after sex, telling you how good did you do, helps you out with potential hurts you got during - otherwise he will just lay here with you, caressing your back and hair.
Laughing Jack
Another huge and inhuman cock..good luck! Jack is way more on lenght than thiccnes, but i assure that you wont complain when he will pound into you! Also, he is not a human, so we ignore there basic laws of nature - i would say he is around 8-10 inches (20-25cm) long when hard. Has cute little bush, one sensitive vein on the back and no, his dick isnt in black-white stripes.. Second virgin nightmare, but what is the worst thing that can happen?
Jack defnitely prefers to be dominant one, usually he is this sweet and soft kind of dom..but be aware of his more rougher side, just give him a bit of time! That dosnt mean that he won't be sub..gladly will become one just for you! Just keep in mind that he is bratty as hell, not obeying any of your command..looks like he needs good punishment to put him in line!
Romantic love making with all this cheesy stuff like candles and roses >> rough sex rawr. I will propably dissapoint you all freaks, but nothing too hardcore? Jack is pretty loving and sensual partner once you are together, so the thought of hurting you in any way (even if its for your pleasure) would put him off a bit. But he is open to trying new things, just nothing too kinky! Enjoys marking you in diffrent forms - biting, straching you with his sharp nails or just giving you hickeys, he loves that so much..! Please pull his hair - or let him do the same to you, it doesnt matter at this point! Huge on breeding, loves the though of getting you all full with his cum..(no worries, even if you cant be pregnant!). And when it comes to oral.. he is so amazing at giving it! Jack has such a long tongue, ready to reach all your sweet spots or wrap around your whole lenght! If you would be the one giving, he might be a bit scared because he knows well how big he is, so it might take him a bit convincing.
Much of a whimper..! Makes such a cute and needy noises i swear to god. Jack doesnt really moan, but it happens to scream your name while growling! Also dirty talking can be a bit awkward sometimes, but most of the times he is doing great job and keep you both away frm this uncomfy silence!
Doesnt really like degrading you, sex is more of love making for you both and he just want to show you his feelings! You end up being sweetheart, love, darling or little one - he is sucker for this cute petnames. When it comes to him, he is fine with being just Jack or other sweet petnames, but wont complain if you call him daddy!
Jack especially likes the positions when he can see your face and have easy access you every part of your body! So missionary (pls, you two holding hands when he slams into you!), cowgirl and pretty much enjoyes 69. Special place in his heart goes to normal sex during cuddles or to cockwarming!
AFTERCARE IS SO SWEET WITH HIM! Whatever you need, he will bring it up to you! He will glady cuddle with you to sleep after he made sure you are clean and hydrated, but is as much cool with just hugging you ad talk about small, silly things.
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#creepypasta hcs#creepypasta smut#creepypasta x reader#crp#creepypasta#laughing jack x reader#laughing jack#lj x reader#lj#candy pop#candy pop x reader#headcanon#fandom#creepypasta fandom#wholecircus#requests
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hello! can i request Laughing Jack and Candy pop (if you write for him) nsfw headcannons with a female!reader? (separate or poly idm) hope you’re having a good day xx
🗒 ❛ NSFW Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧
Featuring: Laughing Jack, Candy Pop
#Notes: clownfucker 🫵
pronouns used: none, but fem! reader
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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Laughing Jack
Let me make one thing very clear: while he is going to naturally take the role of dominant, that doesn't mean he wouldn't absolutely fucking love it if you decided to just switch things around and dominate the shit out of him. I mean just really fuck him up, he likes it rough. Will gladly call you "Mommy", you don't even have to ask him to - he just fits the role of sub perfectly. Also, very obedient. I mentioned this before, but he loves being ordered around, so do with that information what you please. However, when he gets jealous (which happens very often)? He'll be pounding into you until your forget your name.
Super into giving oral. His tongue is incredibly long, reaching all those sweet spots deep inside of you. If you sit on his face he might just ask you to marry him right then and there. Also, his libido is through the roof - not normally, just when he has someone he's interested in, then he behaves like a bitch in heat. Good luck trying to keep up.
꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Candypop
Another major switch, though they are ridiculously bratty when they're subbing and a total masochist while domming. When you're on top, you'll have to fight for you life to get them to obey a single command, even worse when you try to punish them because they like it, so it's a genuine struggle. While they're on top, though? Good luck. Super into dacryphilia, just loves seeing you cry - for any reason, really. Pleasure, pain, overstimulation, edging, they don't care as long as there's tears running down your face.
Super into hair pulling as well, giving and receiving (mostly receiving). Out of all the creeps, they're the most likely to share you or fuck you in a semi-public area - definitely has a thing for exhibitionism. Not a shred of jealousy comes from this fucker. Also, voyeurism. Just loves seeing you pleasure yourself in front of them, watching your hands intently.
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta smut#laughing jack#laughing jack x reader#candypop#candypop x reader#candy pop#candy pop x reader#ray.writes
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Oh oh~ what are your headcanons for yandere LJ with someone who is head-over-heels in love with him? :) sfw or nsfw or both - up to you
Yandere Laughing Jack sfw and nsfw headcannons with a s/o who is head-over-heels in love with him <3
[ this is such a cute request ahhh ]
Yandere Laughing Jack sfw headcannons
- At first he’s confused?? Why don’t you hate him?? Is this a trick??
- But then when he realizes you are being genuine. It’s like a switch is flipped, he will spoil and dote on you every second he can
- He wants you to come with him everywhere. If he has to leave then he will bring you with him
- You have a lot more freedom. He will trust you to go on little walks and go out in public ( if he is with you )
- You could ask him to get you anything and somehow he will always get it for you. ( he might come back covered in blood but hey that’s not the point)
- You could mention someone who was mean to you 7 years ago and he will hunt them down and kill them in the worst possible way
- His jealousy lessens… slightly. He will allow you to befriend the other pastas (that he trusts at least)
- Will spoil you with material goods. Flowers, Jewelry, Fancy foods. WHATEVER you want is yours
- Is over the MOON if you initiate any type of physical affection
- You won’t be shackled to some random mattress on the floor he will do your room up very fancy. Posters, Pictures, any kind of things you like and you will have nicest bed
- Jack is probably more comfortable sharing things with you. What he does, his past, everything
- Will propose to you quickly. He’d probably pull out a ring pop first before pulling out an actual ring
Yandere Jack nsfw headcannons
[i already did a few but i’ll add some more]
- Much sweeter in bed with you, he will still be sadistic but there’s a lot of love and intimacy
- Your punishments will be not as harsh. He will still punish you but nothing that will hurt you permanently
- Will also spoil you in bed a lot more. Oral, Fingerings, lots of kisses and foreplay
- He has a big dick and since you’re so sweet to him he’s more likely to prep you and get you ready
- He will not sub but if you ask for anything specific he will do it
- Jack loves for you to mark him but he would also love if you would do the name. Love bites, Bruises, Scratches on his back!! They are all proof of your love to him
- Sex with him will still be rough but more slow and filled with a lot more praise
#creepypasta x reader#yandere creepypasta#laughing jack smut#laughing jack x reader#yandere laughing jack#laughing jack x you
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Doll face | Jason the Toymaker
Warning: teasing (if you squint), relationship???? Oral m & f, denied orgasm(if you squint), Jason loves dirty talk, Jason loves control, you’re a lil bratty, slight dumbification
Jason was nearly at the edge with your teasing. You were being bad.
For example, taking him clothes shopping and giving him a squeeze. Whispering in his ear the things you should do in the changing room. Things like that.
Fortunately he had enough self control to wait until home.
You were sitting in the passenger seat all innocent and cute, he knew your plan though.
Upon the arrival of your house, you immediately took off your shoes and set off to the bedroom where your closet laid closed. Jason immediately following. The bag was then rested open on the floor.
You bent to get your clothes out of the bag and that’s when Jason finally struck. First he slammed the closet door closed, startling you, then he pushed his hips into your ass.
“Jason!” You gasped in surprise, feeling his bulge through your skirt.
“You know what you did, you little whore.” His hands gripped your forearms and pulled them back, you chest against the closet door.
“Can we at least get somewhere more comfortable?” You teased lightly.
Jason grunted, but grabbed your waist, pulling you back and pushing you over the bed with your ass perked up.
You loved the way he manhandled you, it got you soaked in no time.
Jason wasted no time getting you naked, your shirt ripped open from the back. Luckily he left your tiny skirt on. He always had a knack for those.
“I want to taste you first, I’ll lay back but remember. Don’t cum unless I say so,” Jason warned. He wanted you to sit on his face.
You acted annoyed as Jason laid back, as an act of defiance you sat on his chest instead. Jason was amused, but too horny to be sweet.
“Gonna make me do all the work huh, baby.” He chuckled lightly.
“I can do that.” His eyes glowed a bright green.
You admittedly surprised at how worked up Jason was. He tore your basic black panties in half so they fell down your thighs, then grabbed you by the waist once more and forcing you on his mouth.
You moaned as he got to work immediately. His tongue was flattened as he licked his way up, sucking only on your clit.
He devoured like a man starved and drank as if it was the last fresh water on earth.
“Only cum when I say, remember,” he muttered against your clit. His hands were used to keep you down on his face. You could barely move, aside from your constant shivers.
You could feel yourself getting close the harder he sucked and the more frivolous his tongue moved.
Right as you were just reaching the top, about to experience that sweet bliss. Jason slapped your thigh and held you up above him.
His superhuman strength gave him that ability.
Jason’s face was flushed and glistening due to your slick. He was beautiful. Still, you whined at the loss. Jason only rolled his eyes in response.
“Ah ah ah, you’ll only get to cum when you be a good girl and learn patience,” he taunted. His eyes still blazing that beautiful, yet sickly green.
Though his face suddenly lit up with an idea.
“Actually, if you suck me off… maybe I’ll let you cum. Does that sound good sweetie?” Jason offered, slightly sympathetic at seeing your teary eyes.
Actually compliant (for once), you nodded. Jason nudged you off of him so you sat next to his body. Both you guys laid sideways on the bed, Jason hurriedly undid his pants.
His size impressed you every time. Eight inches, relatively skinny and with a slight curve. The veins weren’t all too prominent as he was pale, but they still existed. His dick lightly hit his stomach.
“Go on,” Jason urged gently.
You nodded and welcomed his cock into your mouth. Naturally you couldn’t fit all of it, but the access at the base you massaged with your hands.
Jason inhaled sharply, “god you’re such a whore. Sucking me off just so you could cum too. How… desperate!” He cut himself off mid moan as you twirled your tongue.
Your pussy ached with need, wanting desperately to be touched or penetrated.
You swirled your tongue, ignoring your own desire. Out of instinct, your body rutted against Jason’s knee, which was slightly bent.
“Rutting against me all desperate—ah— ngh…” Jason started, equally as desperate and twitchy. He started thrusting in your mouth.
You hummed on his dick as his knee jerked on accident. Jason suddenly grabbed your face and gently pulled you off of him.
He breathed out a second, staring at you darkly before manhandling you and forcing you to lay still on your stomach.
Jason pulled your pussy lips apart, almost groaning at the amount of slick the fell around your thighs and the bed below. You shook in anticipation.
“She’s practically yearning for me…” Jason purred, rubbing your clit lightly. You reacted by practically melting in his hands.
“So red and swollen, I can see your vagina just crying to be filled. I wish you could see it puckering. All for me.” His eyes flashed dangerously, though you never noticed.
He kept his hand holding your pussy open and readied his cock.
“You ready princess?”
“Yes—ngh!” Jason wasted no time filling you to the brim once you gave permission.
“So taught—ahh… mmh,” Jason moaned desperately wanting more of you. Your walls greedily sucked him in as Jason tried to bully his way deeper into you.
“Fuck! J-Jason— mmh, I can’t!”
“You can… yes you can,” Jason reassured.
Slowly your way back to the top, to your orgasm started to come. Your stomach feeling stirred and your vagina dripping onto the bed. You were a wreck.
“My pretty little slut. Doing so good for me, so good…” Jason slapped your ass, causing your walls to contract around him. Jason groaned in response.
He continuously abused your perfect spot inside you, “cmon dear. I’m close, cum with me… aah, please!”
Jason’s cock ached with his impending release. Feeling your walls, your slick. It felt like he hit heaven.
Your moans only got louder and more breathy once Jason started his serenade on your clit. Already sensitive, it made you shake and spasm, pushing you right to the top and over the edge.
You came, your vision flashing white and your mind blanking for s couple seconds. Your pussy continued contracting and spasming as did your legs when Jason continued his torment. He was only slowly and more diligent. His moans stayed as loud as ever.
As your walls fluttered around his swollen cock, you felt as Jason’s cum slowly filled you up.
Jason stayed within you a moment, savoring your walls. He wanted to be completely in you, in your guts, your mouth. He could never get enough of you.
You whimpered when Jason finally pulled out, he positioned the both of you to lay on top of the blankets. Your underwear in two cusps at your feet now. You nuzzled your face in Jason’s neck as he patted your hair.
His clock laid outside of his pants and only then did you realize that Jason never took his clothes off.
“Make sure you go pee, I’ll take care of your access arousal once I’m recharged,” Jason promised as he tugged on your hair lightly.
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: ̗̀➛ Laughing Jack: Smut Alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Licks his cum off of you so you don’t have to get up and leave him <3
He’s so clingy and annoying lol.
Probably makes you a balloon animal and gives you candy to make up for your soreness.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves your entire body, but not exactly for wholesome reasons like Toby.
He just loves how small you are. Even if you’re 6ft tall, he’s 7+ feet so he towers over you no matter what height and weight you are.
His favorite part of himself is his tongue, it’s crazy long and works some real magic.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I think he’d like cumming on you more than inside you. He loves seeing your body painted with it.
And when he cums, there’s A LOT of it, pretty thick too.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He really doesn’t have any, he isn’t shy about telling you his fantasies and interests.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He doesn’t really have much experience, i’m sure he’s charmed a couple people into dating him somehow.
But in general, most people are scared of him so he does not get laid.
Except for you, now. ;)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Picking you up, holding you by the waist, and using you like a sex doll.
He’d also love strapping you into a sex swing, that way his hands can free roam.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Deeply unserious sometimes.
He tries to be a little normal and focus on your pleasure, but he’s also a literal clown.
There’s been times where you looked away briefly, and when you looked back he had that fake glasses & mustache thing on.
Or like one of those rainbow pinwheel hats.
LMAOAOMDO
Sorry i’m trying so hard not to ugly laugh at this.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Black and white, curly.
He styles it to your preference. So if you like a full bush, he’ll keep it. If you like it fully shaved, he will do that.
Our considerate king <3
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Not very romantic, sorry.
It’s a mix of rough and humorous sex.
But he does love to praise you, so that helps.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I don’t think he does often, it’s just not fun like sex is.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise, degrading, dirty talk, oral fixation, facials, biting, voyeur, public sex, roleplay, scratching, size kink, bondage, bdsm, cum eating, cnc, choking, femdom, overstimulation.
Gangbang, he’d happily invite others to fuck you with him if you wanted.
Would absolutely want you to step on him in some high heels.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere and everywhere. Just name the place and time, it’ll be done.
Maybe prefers his room cause that’s where all his toys and costumes are.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Same as Jane, nothing specific, he just get’s horny sometimes.
But also, anytime he thinks about past experiences with you, or randomly starts to daydream about fucking you, he gets horny immediately.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I can’t think of much he’d refuse, he’s kinky as fuck.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers giving, he’ll use that tongue on you any chance he can get. And considering his tongue is probably as long, or longer, than his dick, he loves fucking you with it.
Too good at it tbh.
He does like to throat fuck you as well.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Starts off slower to get you aroused enough you can take him without any pain. Also does a lot of foreplay.
Slowly gets most fast and rough as the sex goes on.
Expect bruises and scratch marks to appear the next day if he was especially rough.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Doesn’t do quickies unless it’s just oral.
Otherwise, you’ll have to wait until there’s more time. He likes to build it up with teasing and foreplay, quickies don’t leave enough time to really enjoy sex.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Of course. Like i said before, he is down for pretty much everything, and at any place and time.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Very high stamina, he’d go 10 rounds if you asked.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Has every toy you could think of, and he’ll use them on you or himself, whatever you want.
He’s one of those people that has a full on sex room/dungeon.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
The biggest tease ever, he’ll have you crying on your knees, begging him to fuck you. (or until you take control and slut him out)
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Besides talking, he is surprisingly quiet.
Lots of deep growls and grunts, but they’re not very loud at all. Only you would be able to hear him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Loves using flavored lube and condoms to add some spice to a usually boring product.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Massive. I’m talking like 7.5-8 inches.
Striped like his tongue ;P
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high. Once a day, but 2-3 rounds each time.
If your sex drive is lower or higher, he’ll happily accommodate that though.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn’t.
He probably doesn’t even sleep at all.
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LJ is too underrated... So could I request a full smut with him and him and fem reader are 69ing- But it’s low key romantic- AAAA SO SORRY TO BOTHER - Panik anon
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“Such a cute lil’ dollie~”
Jack laughs, the sound low, husky and gravelly, yet flowing like honey over your warm skin
You’re, admittedly, feeling bashful; the warmth dusted over your face an obvious tell
But he doesn’t mind your shyness
Instead, he seems to think it’s cute—endearing, even
He chuckles again as sharply-clawed hands pull your thighs closer to his mouth
“Is my little cutie nervous?~”
His voice, though as objectively creepy as ever, is comforting because it’s him—and despite his demonic nature, you know he would never harm you
So with a deep breath, you slowly let yourself be guided to sit on his face
His nose almost gets in the way, but as you adjust yourself forwards, it thankfully doesn’t pose any issue
You hesitantly roll your hips, feeling it out, and then an embarrassing moan is coaxed from your lips as his tongue runs the length of your folds
“A-ah~!”
You cover your mouth with one hand and he laughs
“No need to be so shy, dollface~”
A playful smack to your ass has you biting your lip, face growing even warmer as you suppress a quiet moan
It’s hard to miss the way his cock twitches at your reaction, especially considering that it’s standing hard and proud right in front of your face
You lick your lips, tentative, and lean in to lick at his tip
He releases a low breath, pulling you closer in, and then he’s delving back into your sex to lap up at your slick arousal
It takes everything in your willpower to resist rocking back against him
Instead, you try to focus on giving him pleasure as well
You wrap your lips around his tip, taking his length all the way to the back of your throat so that you can begin bobbing your head up and down around him
His claws dig deeper into your skin, and it’d almost be painful if it weren’t for his long, skilled tongue effectively distracting you
Another moan bubbles out your lips, and beneath you, Jack groans at the feeling
It’s so easy to get lost in him; his hands pulling and tugging at your thighs to urge you to grind on his face, his tongue fucking oh so perfectly into your sweet spots, his long member twitching and leaking precum while he bucks up impatiently—he’s utterly divine
He’s strong and cruel enough to maim you, but you trust him wholeheartedly
A monster, god-like in his ability to take life, that’s found a home within the gentleness of your heart
You rock back against him, feeling his lips make contact with your clit as his tongue slithers between your welcoming walls
Another moan and you know you won’t be able to hold out much longer
You jerk him off with your hands while focusing your mouth on his tip—because my god, he’s huge—and your efforts are rewarded with another light spank to your ass, driving you harder down against his face
“Fuck, fuck—J-jack!”
You pull away to cry out his name, whimpers and whines freely dripping from your lips like a prayer
He almost snarls into your cunt, hips wildly trying to thrust into you, like he’s completely fucking himself into your hand
You press your mouth back to his tip, tasting more precum, borderline making out with cock
He brings a hand to your clit, rubbing alongside his mouth, and it’s all too much for you to handle
You cum—hard—the sounds of your orgasm muffled by his length as you lose control of your hips grinding down against his face
He encourages you to ride out the high by guiding you with his large hands
Any other time, you’d be mortified at the amount of arousal you’ve gotten on him
But you’re so far gone, you don’t even care
Not to mention how preoccupied you are with encouraging his own encroaching orgasm
Faster and harder, he tries to fuck more of himself into your embracing mouth
You let him use you until he’s satisfied, and finally, after a few final frantic moments, he pushes all the way up to the back of your throat and cums
Like usual, there’s so, so much of it
It’s thick and tangy but somehow also overwhelmingly sweet
You try to swallow down all of it, but there’s so much that it ends up dribbling past your lips and onto your chest
He gives you one final long lick up along your slit, gathering your arousal on his tongue, before helping you off of him
He chuckles at the sight of you; a disheveled, utterly satisfied mess
And then he leans in, kisses you on the lips and praises you with a chuckle
“My good, sweet little human~”
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can i rq nsfw headcanons for LJ with a female!reader? if you don’t do headcanons and-or fem reader, feel free to ignore xx
Of course beloved Anon, your sins are my command 🙏
— ❝ 15 Laughing Jack x Fem!Reader Headcanons
NSFW tags: BDSM elements, degradation/praise, breath play, Biting/Choking, corruption kink, breeding kink, sex toys, primal kink, Voyeurism
Viewer discretion is advised. NSFW below this belt ↴
Usually, LJ and you use "red-light green-light" safewords (Red meaning stop, green for go, yellow for caution). You and him discuss anything you're uncomfortable with first before proceeding with different scenarios (generally before you guys start doing the devils tango).
LJ is a primal dom. He loves to growl and chase you. He loves scratching and biting you til you bleed, only to lick up the sweet red nectar as you cry out. He loves to get rough with you in more ways than your clouded mind could think in that scenario.
LJ loves playing with your breasts, one of the more sensitive parts of your body. He likes to teasingly lick and bite at your nipples, hearing your sweet sounds of pleasure for him. He likes squeezing them too because it's so fascinating to him how squishy a human's body is.
LJ also loves to play with your cunt. He likes teasing your swollen clit with his tongue, causing you to twitch and moan out for him. He loves watching you stretch for him too, your pussy devouring anything that goes in with a welcomed squeeze.
LJ is very possessive and needy towards you. He can also get very jealous easily, especially towards you playfully flirting with friends. He likes to make marks on you for the sole reminder that you are his, and he is yours.
LJ loves the thought of breeding you. To fill you to the brim of his children as you shiver. It excites him as you beg him for more, to actually breed you.
LJ loves tying you up, in particularly in black and white ribbons. He thinks your so pretty struggling against the restraints.
LJ likes teasing you in both subtle and major ways. Whether it's blowing cold air on your hot and bothered body, or teasing your silly little cunt with a vibrator, he is all for it.
Get ready for some Degration and praise, because LJ loves degrading you in such pretty ways with words. He loves when you use petnames too, especially authoritative ones.
" No sir !! I ca- haah- n't take-- "
" C'mon my pretty fucktoy.. I know you -hah- can do better than that~ Shut up and -hmn- take it like the pretty whore you are. "
Whether it be with an object or his own hands, LJ loves to watch you struggle for air. He loves to tease you with it too, lightly putting pressure on your throat as you give him a hitched gasp.
LJ loves when you frain innocence and resistance to him. He likes the feeling of dominating you, watching you unravel like yarn. It seems to egg him on the more you squirm or whine under him.
This might surprise you, but LJ is actually very physically sensitive. Whether it be you tuging at his thick mess of hair, or clenching to his cock with want, he always gives you a well deserve sounds. If your lucky, he might even whimper for you.
LJ is a Voyuer. He loves watching you masturbate or do things alone. It gets him off as you moan for his name, or to watch you stretch yourself out.
LJ adores playing with toys on you. He loves watching as you twitch and lose yourself to a vibrator, or whimper as he teases you with your own dildo. Hes all for it.
LJ loves to spoil you during aftercare. He loves to constrict you into one of his softer hugs as he mutter praises in your ears. Once you fall asleep however, he quietly goes back to his Jack-In-A-Box.
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Weird Headcanon Time
Laughing Jack and Eyeless Jack have the best tongues for oral (but for different reasons):
LJ’s tongue is like, crazy long (and yes, it’s black and white striped, just like his dick /hj). Like, fully unfurled it could probably touch the floor even though he’s pushing 8 ft tall. The best part though is that it’s incredibly dexterous. It moves like an extra limb, and LJ has so much control over it he knows just how to use it. He can’t exactly give oral the traditional way since his nose gets in the way and his teeth are waaaay too sharp, but he doesn’t have to with a tongue like that. It’s plenty long enough to wrap around your cock ten times over or hit all the right spots deep inside of you.
EJ has multiple tongues, about three to five (he doesn’t use all of them all the time), all dark bluish-black and squirming. He doesn’t have as much control over their movements, and they may not be as crazy long as LJ’s (even though theyre DEFINITELY longer than a human’s), but god are they thick, not to mention slick and slimy. They’re warm too, not cold like you’d expect when they’re so wet. It makes it easier for them to slip into you, and the way they squirm around as if they have a mind of their own is delightfully pleasurable.
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That smile....is hauntingly beautiful
Secret Desire
《A Jeff The Killer Fanfic》
°•~Collection of Chapters~•°
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▪︎ Synopsis
▪︎ Chapter One
▪︎ Chapter Two
▪︎ Chapter Three
▪︎ Chapter Four
▪︎ Chapter Five
▪︎ Chapter Six
▪︎ Chapter Seven
▪︎ Chapter Eight
▪︎ Chapter Nine
▪︎ Chapter Ten
▪︎ Chapter Eleven
▪︎ Chapter Twelve
▪︎ Chapter Thirteen
▪︎ Chapter Fourteen
▪︎ Chapter Fifteen
▪︎ Chapter Sixteen
▪︎ Chapter Seventeen
▪︎ Chapter Eighteen
▪︎ Chapter Nineteen
▪︎ Chapter Twenty
▪︎ Chapter Twenty-one
▪︎ Chapter Twenty-two
▪︎ Chapter Twenty-three
▪︎ Chapter Twenty-four
▪︎ Chapter Twenty-five
▪︎ Chapter Twenty-six
▪︎ Chapter Twenty-seven
▪︎ Chapter Twenty-eight
▪︎ Chapter Twenty-nine
▪︎ Chapter Thirty
▪︎ Chapter Thirty-one
▪︎ Chapter Thirty-two
▪︎ Chapter Thirty-three
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Story Playlist
Jeff Origin Story(David Near Version)
Jeff's Interviews(David Near)
《 This is a dark romance with heavy triggers for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.
《 This is an oc female(African American) love interest, but feel free to picture yourself as the character.
《 This is the fully edited version of my book. The completed unedited versions are on Wattpad & Ao3. Links will be below.
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° @anitalenia
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° @cafekitsune
° @k1ssyoursister
° @chaefilm
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