#Jeff the Killer fanfic

[sadgurl805]

tell him he’s pretty

[darlingdreadwrites]

jeff hates the cold

pairing: Jeff the Killer x GN!Reader

summary: Jeff can't go five seconds without cussing out the cold of December. You were just glad that the cold meant more cuddles.

contains: cuddles, fluff

word count: 367

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a.n: just a little something before i actually let myself sleep

Jeff hated the cold that came with the winter – more than the holiday “bullshit” he steered clear from. You knew this very well. But it wasn’t the way he wore way more layers than necessary, or how he insulted literal snow, or how he blatantly stated that he hated the cold. No, it wasn’t just those things. The real reason had you wishing it could be cold all year round. During the winter months, Jeff was considerably clingier. You were used to your boyfriend not being the most affectionate, so you took full advantage of this time and never refused him. You got all the cuddles you could ever want, and he could steal your warmth. It was a win-win situation.

The cold seeped into the house as if it knew of Jeff’s hatred of it. It was cold, despite the heater being turned on. The two of you have been in bed far later than usual, refusing to part from the warmth of the thick blankets—or each other’s warmth.

“This is hell,” Jeff grumbles, slipping his colder-than-normal hands under your shirt. You squirm as you feel the goosebumps spreading across your skin.

“How’re you so cold?” you ask grumpily, refusing to open your eyes. “You’ve been under three blankets since last night.”

“Dunno. I hate it more than you do, trust me.” He chuckles and slides his hands under you and up your back.

You sigh through your nose, accepting your fate happily and running your hands through his hair. He rubs his cheek against the smooth skin of your chest before raising his head. He presses his lips onto your skin, the cold tip of his nose slowly being warmed by the heat of your body.

“Don’t move,” he mutters, his tone slightly hoarse.

He shifts up to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his breath making your skin tingle. You chuckle, running your hands along his back, feeling the muscles tensing and relaxing under your touch. A low hum vibrates in his chest as he kisses a spot under your jaw. His cold nose brushes against your skin again, but it’s not as chilling now.

Yeah, you loved the cold.

[buterccup]

Nsfw hcs of Jeff the K. and fem!reader pls?

Jeff the Killer NSFW HCS

NSFW POST MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+

Warnings: Smut, BDSM, Knife play, risky sex/public sex, dirty talk, rough sex, angry sex, oral sex, thigh riding, degrading, praising, slight breeding kink, mentions of getting caught, Overstimulation, mentions of PDA

Character(s): Jeff the killer x Fem! reader

edit: forgot to add some BDSM hc... Silly me lol

First things first, no matter how much of a monster Jeff is consent is still very important in your relationship

He may be rough and messy with you but it's only because you both want it.

And you can fight me all you want from this statement but he would hold onto his darling for dear life while pounding into you.

But if he is not holding you you bet that he would have tied you up in all different bondage styles(?)

There would definitely be ropes on both of your bed's headboards

But if not ropes Jeff would use handcuffs and so on.

He just loves to see you all tied up it makes him think you're a gift just for him.

And be ready to be degraded and praised along with hearing some dirty talk all at the same time.

"You such a slut for me darling~"

"Yeah, moan my name you slut."

"Good girl!~"

He definitely would fuck you in the hallways and the woods or on a mission.

And if Slender and he somehow pissed each other off or he just wants to spite him he will fuck you on Slender's desk.

The feeling of him and you just doing it on his boss's desk while he has his hands on your hips only moving them when you cover your mouth or hide your face

He loves the sounds you make, it drives him crazy knowing he is the one making you sound like that.

And plus if someone walks in on you both then they walk in. It's not his fault they couldn't mind their fucking business

Plus if the target finds you both he can always kill them.

If one day he comes back from a mission pissed off expect him to come to you.

He would definitely grip your thighs while he holds a knife in the other hand as he slams into you until you can't walk properly and have tears in your eyes

It just makes you just as cute

Plus it just makes him realise how lucky he is to have you as he darling

And the trust you both have means the world to him and doesn't make him scared of hurting you

And the thought of you filled to the brim with his cum is a bonus

He loves it when you give him blowjobs

The feeling of your warm mouth around dick just turns him on even more and the look of you with his cum all over your face

But he isn't opposed to eating you out either

And he will do that for as long as you need.

And if there is a day when you are horny but not in the mood for sex he is always open for you to ride his thigh.

And mans is not afraid if anyone sees.

This man screams PDA

And about the praise kink, he may not show it but he adores it when you praise him

After all he has been through he needs at least that much, and from you? It makes his love for you grow but also his need to fuck ya dumb

Just hearing you say his name makes his heart pound.

This man definitely loves to see his darling in his clothes

Especially his hoodie

Just seeing you squirm and squeal into his ear while looking so snug and cute in his hoodie just drives him crazy

"You look amazing darling~"

"You have such a slutty face while I pound into you baby~"

But in case there may not be enough time for him to have his moment with you, quickies all the way.

I don't know what about Jeff makes me think that he would break things during sex but he would

without a doubt

Your beds definitely squeak now too

If you ever ask him to test things out in bed too Jeff is always open to it

The only thing that he will never do is share you.

You are his and he is yours and he doesn't like the thought.

Even though Jeff doesn't look like a pro at aftercare he is

the number of times you two have done the deed together- he knows what you need and he will not hesitate to get you it

If you need cuddles, he is there

You want to play with his hair? why the fuck not

Water? It's already there

Overall Jeff is and can be rough with you and manhandle you but he loves his darling with all of his mostly cold, closed-off heart.

Requests: Open

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hellooo! Hear me out on this request 🤓☝️

Necromancer reader. So the scenario is like one of the creeps "died" when they're about to do a mission, and their partners cant wait for them to revive back since it'll take too long. So what do you think some of the creeps reaction to them literally reconstructing their dead co-worker to be good as new, especially EJ since it looks like a cult sacrifice (it does need a sacrifice🧍‍♀️)

Hope my request isn't that long 🧎‍♀️

-🧚‍♀️

Summary: Reader and the creeps are about to go on a mission together, but said creep is currently in the process of reviving. In order to get a move on, reader "revives" creep.

Genre: Slice of life

Warnings: Mentions of death, creeps being in rough shape, violence

Credits: Ticci Toby- Creepypasta, Jeff The Killer- Creepypasta, Eyeless Jack- Creepypasta, Divider- kodaswrld

A/n: With every ask I get where the creeps are left up to me, I choose my most popular (except for EJ bc you mentioned him). Also sorry this ask was marinating for so long hopefully you're still around <///3

Ticci Toby

Toby wasn't one to be reckless, when he got caught up in accidents it was almost always due to circumstances surrounding the event. For example, not watching where he was going and bumping into a wall, slowing himself down. This time, he'd gotten roughed up on a solo mission, getting backed into a corner with his hatchets tossed to the side. This left him with only his knife, which wasn't all that helpful when fighting a high profile demon. Back up had been summoned, and Toby was brought back in one piece, but he was gonna take a while to get back to full health again.

Once back at the manor, he was placed in a special room in the medical wing for creeps that are currently reviving. A couple days after the incident, you were assigned a mission. It was fairly easy, and on easy missions you like to bring Toby with you to spend some quality time together. You were talking about your plan to Jane, telling her excited you were to spend some time with Toby again after it being a while, when she reminded you that he was still pretty much M.I.A. You bit your lip as you thought. "Shit." You mumbled. You'd already gotten everything set up, and the mission was tomorrow. You had no time to ask someone else to clear their schedule for you. You decided that you had no choice but to revive him, and it had to be to full health. That would take a buttload of energy, but it was your only choice.

You head down to the medical wing, and inform the medical staff there that you need to revive Toby. They are reluctant to let you, as stuff like that kind of risky for both you and Toby, but they agree to let you try. At worst he comes out of his coma feeling a little under the weather. You begin pouring your magic into Toby, while the medical staff observe. By the 1 hour mark you are feeling a little spent, and he hasn't even opened his eyes yet. You begin to doubt yourself, but then his finger twitches. You keep going and within another hour, he jolts up from the bed he is laying on with a gasp. You let out a sigh of relief, and the others in the room offer you congratulations. "How do you feel?" Nurse Anne asks. Toby takes in his surroundings for a second before answering "Like I could run a marathon". You let out a tired chuckle and plop your head into his lap "I'm glad one of us does". After all of that energy and magic you spent, he better help your butt out on the mission.

Jeff The Killer

Unlike Toby, Jeff is VERY reckless. But he makes up for it with his swiftness and stealth. This being said, Jeff often comes home with injuries of some sort, but he's never been brought home unconscious before. Jeff is one of, if not THE most hunted man on the overworld. Whenever he goes up there, it's pretty much a race against the clock to try and do his mission and get out before someone recognizes him. And trust, someone WILL recognize him. All of this is to say that what happened to him that day was a big shock to everyone. He'd been reckless, as Jeff does, and got himself stuck in a closed in alleyway with the police hot on his trail. He would have mentally cursed himself for being so stupid, but by the time the thought could've crossed his mind it would have been too late, because almost as soon as it came, it went. Everything went actually, all of his thoughts were gone as he hears a "BANG!" and feels blood dripping down his face.

Jeff is one of Slender's favorite workers, so the second Jeff was in trouble he snatched him up and brought him back to the manor. He is placed in the medical wing to recover, and the whole manor is buzzing with rumors as to what could've happened out there. You immediately knew that Jeff would rather die than have his reputation ruined, so you decide to go save his stupid butt the trouble of being stuck in a coma for a few weeks. You decide not to get him back up to full health, because with Jeff that would take probably every ounce of magic left in the world and also kill you in the process. So you instead just resort to doing enough to get him awake again. It takes a few hours, but eventually he is awake and healed enough to not be in constant pain. As you sit in a chair next to his bed with your head down on the nightstand to regain your energy, you decide to ask him what happened out there. "The whole manor's talking about it." You add. "Must've been something real bad if it took you down." He remains quiet, grimacing at the fact it was just a stupid kid on the police force that was able to knock him out. "Don't wan' talk about it" he grunts.

You sit your head up and raise a brow. "With the amount of energy I just used to help your stupid self I think I at least deserve to know." You throw in a sweet smile to help your case "I won't tell anyone, scout's honor." You say, raising your left hand. He huffs "Didn't ask you t' help." You frown. "You didn't have to. I did it because I wanted to. Come on, please?" He begins to pick at his nails before letting out a sigh. "I was bein' stupid. Ran right into a wall and cops shot me." Your eyes widen. That was it?? That's all it takes to take down Jeff THE Killer?? He seems to sense your shock because he suddenly looks you in your eyes "You tell anyone and I'll do the same to you. And this time, ain't no one comin' to save your ass like you did mine"

Eyeless Jack

As an immortal demon, Jack can't really "die". He can be severely weakened, though. As summer was rolling around, the manor was very busy with almost everyone having at least one job to do every single day, off days being a very rare privilege. Due to Jack being more busy around the medical wing, he is often to tired to hunt once finished working for the day, or he just forgets to. This is bad for him, because now he has no food. He can eat other things, sure, but they won't provide him with any kind of energy or sustenance. At this point, he was too weak to go hunting himself, and the only other demons in the house were all the way down in the basement or in the forest somewhere. He sighs and decides that his only chance is to go hunting himself, despite knowing better. Once in the woods, his stomach growling scares off any potential prey, and he is far too dizzy to just chase it down. He eventually ends up passing out on the forest floor, hoping someone notices him missing.

3 Days later, the medical wing is piling up. It was barely managed with Jack there, and without him they are practically drowning. It isn't uncommon for Jack to just head off for days on end, but it was strange of him to do it in the middle of the busiest season of the manor. Typically he has more care than that. It is only when Seed Eater drags him to the front porch that the other nurses and doctors realize where he went. He is skinnier than he was before he left, with huge bags under his eyes. The liquid that usually oozes from his sockets is now dried up, due to his body not having enough nutrients to sustain it. He is awake, but just barely. Immediately they rush to get you, one of the only readily available necromancers in the manor. You whistle lowly once you see him. "Oohf. He looks rough. We'll have to get some food in him first, or my magic won't do diddly squat" You say, standing with your hands on your hips. Since he is too weak to chew, you prop him up and pour blood into his mouth, massaging his throat to help him in swallowing.

It is a few days of doing this before he is just strong enough to hold the bowl by himself. You figure that's a good starting point and begin to work your magic. "Need you fixed up quick. Too many people need patching up for you to dip out on us" You mumble. After a while, it seems he's gained the strength to muster a tired chuckle. You perk up at the sound and smile. "What?" You ask as you continue to fix him up. He is quiet for a long while, just drinking from the bowl and staring at the ceiling. "It's just that I don't remember the last time I was taken care of" He whispers.

[dollhouse-lied]

More than love: a y/n creepypasta smut fic

Kinda a pt 1? Idk

Cw: Y/N is female, creampie, a little bit of brat taming, sir, degrading, restraining, just general hornyness

1.8k words, enjoy~

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“Your ass bro, learn to play!” You yelled to ben, knocking him off the map.

Ben scoffed. “You just got lucky, watch this,” he bragged, attempting a power move only to be countered and killed.

You cheered, looking up at jeff from his lap. He smiled down at you, petting your head.

“Bet you cant beat me babe,” you teased, smiling. He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes.

“Im pretty sure i can,” he playfully joked, looking back at his phone.

“Oh yeah? Prove it. If you win, you can… have my shirt.”

He raised his eyebrows, glancing down at you and shutting his phone off.

“Ben gimme your controller,” he said, reaching out to him as he looked clearly uncomfortable.

He passed him the controller, rolling his eyes. “God, you two are so dumb, im leaving,” he stood up, only half joking.

Jeff laughed, waving him goodbye. “See you later virgin,” he teased. Ben scoffed and flew up the stairs.

Jeff looked down at you, smirking. You smiled sweetly and started the game, purposefully losing at first. He noticed, raising his eyebrow. “Cmon, actually try,” he joked. You focused in, quickly defeating him. He let out a loud “FUCK” and sighed.

“Sorry babe,” you smirked, sitting up out of his lap. You yawned quietly, watching jeff turn off the tv.

“Im getting that shirt,” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. Without warning, he scooped you up, carrying you up the stairs as you laughed. You buried your face in his neck, taking in his familiar smell. He set you down on your bed, locking the door behind him.

“Whats up babe? That tired?” You teased, purposefully pushing your boobs together a bit. He smiled and turned out the lights.

He pushed you down, rolling onto the bed and cuddling you. “Maybe,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you. You rolled to face him, noses nearly touching.

“I love you,” you murmured into his lips, going in to kiss him. He reciprocated, sliding his hands to wrap around your waist. You loved his hands on you, kissing a bit rougher.

He moved his hands under your shirt, and feeling his rough hands on your bare skin felt like magic. He pulled away for a moment, his warm breath hitting your face.

“I love you too baby,” he smiled, the moonlight shining in his eyes. He played with a strand of your hair, pulling it slightly.

“Oh, you wanna pull my hair huh?” You teased, laughing. “How about.. this!” You quickly rolled to get on top of him, watching his face flush.

You leaned in to kiss him, reaching to pin his hands above his head. He let you, sighing into the kiss as he tilted to deepen the kiss. You made a small noise of desperation and lightly bit his lip, earning a groan from him as he tried to loosen your grip to touch you, but you held firm on his wrists.

You noticed, breaking the kiss. “You wanna touch me?” You whispered, letting his hands go. “Go ahead,”

“Fuck, finally,” he mumbled, going into kiss you again. He moved his hands underneath your shirt, feeling your bare chest as he pulled you in closer. You moaned into his mouth as he touched your soft nipples. He used the quick break to slide your shirt all the way off, quickly going back in.

The kiss got rougher, heavy breathing filling the room as he dug his nails into your back. He bit your lip, slipping his tongue in as you parted your lips. You felt his hands slide down your back, playing with the jeans waistband. You pushed yourself against his dick, earning a small groan from him as he trailed his kisses down your neck.

“Fuck-” you moan as he rolls to be on top of you, quickly pinning your hands like you had his. He started giving you a hickey on your neck, sucking and biting at your soft skin as you whimpered. He broke away for a moment, taking his hoodie and shirt off and throwing them on the floor.

“Dont need these,” he murmured into your neck, going back into your neck. You let him pin your arms again, enjoying the total lack of control as you felt his warm skin against yours.

You whine, causing a low growl from him as he moved his lips to your collarbone.

“Mine…. mine….. all mine…” he exhaled into your skin, nipping at your neck as you moaned.

“All yours.. all…. all yours… sir…” you sighed, feeling him growl into your skin at the term, biting your neck.

He broke away, gasping. “Your such a little brat…” he glared, smiling.

You giggled, squirming under him. “Put me in my place then,”

He smirked, leaning closer to you. “Yknow i hate playing these games you little shit,” he growled, lips inches from yours.

You melted into the bed, dumbly smiling up at him. “Thats why i love it baby,” you whispered, watching his eyes darken. He tightened his grip on your hands.

“Your such a pain in my ass, you know that?” He groaned into your lips. You moved to kiss his neck, feeling him lean into your lips as you licked at his soft skin. “You… little... shit…” he groaned, face warm.

“Oh, is someone mad they can't control me?” You mocked, watching his expression darken.

You arched your back, rubbing your hips into his dick as he gasped, clearly upset that he was losing control. You moved your lips up his neck to his jaw, sucking at his jaw. He tightened his grip on your hands, moving to hold them with one hand as the other hand gripped your jaw, pulling you off his neck.

“You think your so tough.. you little tease…” he whispered, eyes looking down at your bare chest. “Your so beautiful… fuck.. your so beautiful baby…. Im going to.. im going to ruin you..” he growled. “Your lucky your cute, or else id shut you up,” he grunted, struggling to keep himself under control.

You giggled, struggling to make words through your lust clouded head. “Id like…. like to see you try sir, i c-cant… i.. fuck…” you mumbled, hoping he didnt notice you struggling to speak.

He did.

“Oh, is someone trying to act all tough? Can someone not think straight because they are such a little whore?” He mocked, pushing his hard clothed cock into yours, earning a pathetic noise from you.

“N- no sir… im… god your so fucking hot, please..” you gave in, letting your arousal take control of you as you whimpered under him. He laughed, letting you go as he slid off his and your pants in a quick movement.

He played with the waistband of your panties, bulge showing through his boxers. You moved your knee to brush against him. He moaned at the touch, quickly pinning you again.

“You.. hah.. you think you can… do that, you little brat…” he huffed, watching your red face glow in the moonlight.

“Only one thing can make me… a good girl…” you shifted under him, spreading your legs under him to feel his leaking dick through his boxers.

He smiled, pleased he had broke you. “Oh really? What would that be love? What will make you a good girl… MY good girl..”

You looked away, flustered. “You… sir..” you sheepishly admitted, feeling the wetness in your panties, aching for stimulation.

“Thats it, good girl..” Jeff purred into your ears. “Thats more like it.”

You wiggled under him, feeling the warmth of his skin and how he stared at you so lovingly, but also possesivley.

“Cmon babe, please,” you begged, throbbing to be touched.

“No, you need to be taught a lesson. If you want to be bratty, im gonna take as long as i want… torturing you.. playing with your pretty little head..”

You cried out under him, looking up at his glaring smile. You watched him watch you, and it was clear he was enjoying this, but didnt know how long he could hold back.

“Your such a slut (y/n), you want me so bad dont you? Say it.” He demanded, finally sliding off your panties and his boxers as he briefly let you go. You stayed put, not wanting to anger him and delay him.

“Im a slut, i want you so fucking bad sir,” you whimpered, watching him groan at his freed cock. He grabbed your hands again, pleased with your response.

“Good girl,” he muttered, slowly inserting himself as you melted into him, feeling him fill you at last.

He started thrusting, watching your boobs jiggle as he quickly sped up, unable to contain himself as you pathetically moaned.

“Yes, yes like- ah fuck-” you moaned, not caring if anyone heard, just enjoying the ecstasy.

“Dont- hah- dont you dare move your hands, got it?” He barked out, moving his hands to your hips to stable himself. You nodded, making small high pitched whimpers.

“I love seeing you like this love, so fucking desperate.. so- fuck- so fucking needy.. all for me..” he grunted, rutting into you with all his force.

“All yours, fuck- dont stop- ah-” you mumbled, head cloudy with lust, just feeling his dick slam inside you.

“Damn, your so.. damn.. tight… so fucking wet… mine…” he groaned, head rolling back as he pulled you into him by your hips.

“F-fuck jeff im gonna- fuck- please-” you moaned, boobs bouncing with the force of his fucking as your breathing became quicker. He panted, clearly about to lose control.

“Cum for me baby girl, cum for me,” he growled, watching your eyes roll back as you gripped the sheets. He dug his nails into your hips, using one hand to rub your clit, quickly sending you over with a loud gasp.

He kept going, ignoring your cries of overstimulation, but cumming inside you soon after with a whimper and huff. He slowed, pulling out and watching the cum pour out of you. He flopped on the bed next to you, breathing raggedly and wiping his dick on his discarded boxers.

“You… you did so good baby,” he smiled, tucking a hair behind your ear as you smiled at him.

You scooted into his arms, feeling his arms wrap around you gently. “Shut up you loser,” you muttered teasingly.

He pet your hair as you nuzzled into your shoulder. “Yeah yeah, whatever, i love you too,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“You wanna do this again tomorrow?” You flirtingly asked, not really sure what he would say.

He chuckled quietly, looking down at you. “Of course love, after slenders job we can. We can do this as many times as you want, whenever you want, however you want.” He whispered with a hint of seduction.

“Maybe i can top?” You joked, laughing.

Jeff made a small noise of surprise, rolling his eyes. “Oh really, you think you can handle being on top?”

You smiled. “Thats a tomorrow topic baby, lets just rest,” you muttered, happily nuzzling into jeff as he pulled the blanket over you both.

[warmthofu]

Magnolia

Pairing: Jeff x GN Reader

Summary: You arrive. Jeff tries to avoid you. He fails. 

AN: This is just a test, I haven't written in ages lol.

TWs: Mentions of gore, blood, and animal death. Only mentioned in a few sentences but plz read with caution if you're sensitive to those themes.

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“Are you listening to me? Jeffery.” 

He blinked up at Slender, eyes scanning his superiors ‘face’ with confusion. 

“Someone new?” 

Slender straightened his back, a small huff leaving him. “Precisely. Now, I won’t be forcing you to greet them yet, but should you happen upon them, please try your best to be cordial.” 

Jeff resisted the urge to roll his eyes, hand lifting to tuck a piece of loose hair behind his ear. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d had someone new. In fact, he might have been the most recent resident and he’d arrived years ago. He was just a child then, chubby faced and tear stained. That period of time felt like something from a horror movie playing in the background, not something he’d actually experienced first hand. He watched himself go to new places and meet new people from inside himself, finding comfort in the detachment. Took ages for Slender to get his night terrors under control and even longer for him to make friends. Turns out regularly being subjected to the sounds of someone's scream every night for several months made you want to steer clear of them. He still thinks of how everyone would turn back when they encountered him in the hallway. 

“Fine.”

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“Met them yet?” Ben said behind him, the back door screeching as it opened from within. Jeff sat on the steps, having just brought his shoes outside with brand new laces. His fingers gingerly ripped the old laces from their loops, a can of coke sat beside him. This specific spot was one of his favorites; close to home but distant enough from the others when he wanted some space. 

“No.” he replied, making space for Ben when he stepped down and sat on the other side of him. Ben grabbed his coke for a small sip. 

“They’re nice, it’s fuckin’ weird.” he chuckled, setting the can back down. Jeff gestured with his head to the can, hair swinging softly. “Gimme some.” he said, hands busy untangling the new laces. Ben lifted the can to his lips as he leaned forward, only to push the can further into Jeff's face, causing liquid to spray over his mouth and neck when he exhaled violently in response. A giant laugh escaped Ben as he used his hands to lightly cover himself, ready for the gentle beating he would get in return. Jeff released the laces to give a smack to the back of Bens head as the blonde laughed, a tiny grin on his own face. 

“Dickhead!” he jeered as he used his shirt to wipe the bottom of his face, bits of hair now wet with the sugary drink. Wiping his soaked hands onto his jeans, he tried his best to get the sticky solution off them. Ben picked up the now empty can and tossed it in the small garbage bin near the steps. It hadn’t always been there but Jeff assumed someone got tired of his constant littering and hoped a place to put his trash would stop this; oddly enough it did. 

“You should just introduce yourself, get it outta the way, ya know.” Ben started, a smile still dancing on his features. Jeff rolled his eyes for what must’ve been the third time that day. Had it been anyone else, he would have told them to fuck off, but Ben was something like family (when they weren’t fighting). Not exactly his other half but still a big part of his life. The word he was looking for was on the tip of his tongue, but it gave him flashes of wailing and caked mud that he didn’t want to think about. He feared if he outright called Ben his family, he’d immediately leave; get taken, killed, go missing, you name it. Despite the fact that Ben remained the same age as the day they met, while Jeff aged normally, he still had this irrational fear that Ben could die. They still got in physical fights with each other from time to time but Jeff would undoubtedly be crushed if anything ever happened to Ben.

“Why do you even care?” he groaned, wrists now resting on either knee, hands dangling like a character on a Black Ops cover. Another laugh came from Ben.

“Dude, I’ve seen you kill entire groups of people but you don’t wanna meet someone new?”

He hated when Ben made sense.

Jeff had performed countless tasks for Slender at this point, all ugly and grueling work. Bled people like lambs into gas canisters to pour their blood down hotel sinks. Dumped ashes into local fire pits. Sliced peoples mouths down to their ears so he could rip their teeth from their mouths easier. Taken out countless dogs just trying to protect their owners. But what made him queasy was the thought of a new housemate. Then again, he was a creature of habit, what could he say? He had gotten so used to being around the same group of people for years that a new arrival threw a wrench in his comfort. 

Ben stood, wiping the back of his pants with his palms. He went back up the steps and opened the door.

“Where’re you goin’?” Jeff questioned, before resuming what he was doing with his laces. “Slender needs me to look for something, see you later dude.” Ben said behind him, the door squeaking as he went through. Jeff didn’t reply. He heard the door swing gently, rusted hinges groaning as the wind moved it. They really needed to fix that squeak. Jeff was tempted to fix it himself but he feared that would cause a domino effect of him having to repair other stuff around the house. The grating sound continued behind him and he spread his legs further, making room for the pair of shoes in front of him. He started to loop the new laces through and weave them to his liking.

The squeaking of the door suddenly stopped, the air shifting behind him. He heard footsteps whose pattern he didn’t recognize. Whipping his face back, he locked eyes with a complete stranger. 

You.

His hand instinctively dove for the switchblade in his pocket, only hesitating to pull it out when he realized that you had to have passed Ben on your way there, meaning you weren’t an intruder.

You were the new one.

He took in a sharp breath, caught by surprise and unsettled by the fact that he had almost pulled a knife on you.

Slenders words rang in his mind.

Play nice, be cordial.

Don’t fuck it up like you always do, was the underlying message.

You gripped the edge of the door like your life depended on it, clearly startled by his appearance. 

“Hi.” you greeted softly, your tone lowering his defenses ever so slightly. 

“Hey.” he responded, almost laughing at how gravelly his voice sounded in comparison to yours. You both stared at each other for a moment before you broke eye contact. Your eyes darted across his face and arms, taking in the various scars and burns that littered his skin. He resisted the urge to shield himself. A small crinkle and his eyes shifted to your arms, realizing you were holding a bouquet of magnolias. A welcoming gift from Slender, no doubt. The bright petals caused the light hitting them to softly illuminate your face.

Stepping back into the house with one foot, your hand, still clasped around the door, moved to close it. He breathed a small sigh of relief, thankful he hadn’t had the opportunity to embarrass himself. Still, he couldn’t help himself.

“Well, don’t leave now, sweet thing. Don’t you know it's bad manners to leave without sayin’ goodbye?” he commented sarcastically before turning back to his laces. He finished the first pair and grabbed the other half. He waited to hear the door close behind him. It didn’t. 

“It’s also bad manners to correct someone else's bad manners.” you replied behind him. He turned back to face you with a grin, a small furrow in his brow at your abrupt assuredness. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” you nodded, the ghost of a smile on your lips. You still hid half of yourself with the door but didn’t break eye contact this time. 

Interest piqued, he rose to his feet, tossing his shoes aside. With two big steps, he planted himself directly in front of you. His body blocked the light from reaching you, darkening the space around you. He silently revelled in the fact that he towered over most people, including you. 

Your shoulders bristled at the sudden closeness, but you refused to shrink, feet firmly planted where they had been the entire interaction. You gestured to yourself, finally giving your name. It bounced around in his thoughts for a second.

"Jeff." he said with a tiny nod in return, wet strings of charcoal hair bobbing with the movement.

"I know." you said with a knowing smirk, adjusting the flowers in your grip, cellophane crunching underneath your fingertips.

To that, he crossed his arms, eyes widening slightly. "Huh?"

Had Slender sent you his way? Forced an interaction to see how he'd react? Was this a test? He felt his arms tighten around himself as he questioned your intention. 

"They were warning me about you."

They? 

“And what exactly were they warning you about?” he pressed, leaning in closer, his voice ending in a quietly insidious whisper. 

“That you were a bad influence.” you whispered back, matching his energy with a tiny grin on your face. 

A cackle escaped him, his palm coming up to cradle his jaw before looking back down at you. You held those flowers like they were sacred. You didn’t slam the door and run as soon as you saw his face. He already found himself getting used to your presence. Maybe a newcomer wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[ang3lfluids]

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: underage smoking .. implied forms of DV .. mentions of kidnapping .. ED's .. implied child abuse and neglect..

𝐞𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: FIRST CHAPTER YAYYYY!!! feedback is greatly appreciated !! :D enjoy my angels!

"What are your relations to Mr. Woods..." Your eyes flicked up, the gears in your brain turning. The courtroom was so quiet you could most certainly hear a pin drop, never mind the fact you were certain the Jury, attorneys and the Judge could hear your rapid sharp intakes of air. A weak attempt to calm yourself.

"Um... he's my, my boyfriend..." You stated, voice warbling as you shifted your gaze to the man sitting across the room from you before shifting your gaze to look at your hands that were settled in your lap.

"Were you two together before or after Mr.Woods abducted you from your home?" The attorney asked as she walked closer to the witness stand. You swallowed and blinked a few times, hot tears filling your eyes. Yes? No... No you weren't. You opened your mouth a few times and shifted in your seat.

"Miss... can you tell me please." The other woman's voice was soft but you could barely form a sentence in your head. Your eyes met his, and they narrowed back at you. Well, as well as they could with his... mutilations.

"We dated back in highschool..." You started looking back down at your lap. "We broke up when... he uh..." You swallowed thickly wiping your face with your hands. The cuffs around your wrists clinking softly.

The loud cheering from the field brought you back, your arms above your head as you shook the red and white pom-poms in the air. Your white teeth glistening under the flood lights settled around the football field. They must have scored, not like you were even really paying attention. You hated football anyways...

You easily fell into step with the other girls beside you, shaking your pom-poms like your life depended on it. Your stomach puckering as your eyes glanced over your mothers figure in the stands, your father next to her engrossed in an animated conversation with your best friend's father.

You also chose to ignore the way your stomach growled and bubbled with hunger. So in a way... your life truly did depend on it.

Your team had won. And after being pushed into a large group "hug", you had pleaded with your parents (more like just your mother) to go with your girls to the local McDonalds to celebrate your teams victory. Rolling your glitter coated eyes as the way her face soured as you mentioned the fast food place.

"Mom please, Julia won't have me out late..." You mumbled crossing your arms over your chest rocking on your heels. Rubbing the bridge of her nose she sighed, deep within her lungs. "Fine. Text me when you get there, and be home by ten-thirty. I don't care if it's a weekend." She smoothed our your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You swallowed a suppressed gag.

You and three other girls all clambered into your best friends cherry red jeep, music blasting from the speakers as the vehicle sped off towards the hovel of choice. Your fingers twitching against your lap as you chewed on the inside of your cheek. A horrible habit that arouse when you hadn't smoked in a prolonged period of time. You had gone all morning, through your 12 periods, cheer practice, and a whole fucking football game without touching a lick of a cigarette.

Maybe it was childish to yearn for the red and white package that was tucked in your front pocket of your backpack, but with everything in your life it was nice having something you could actually control for once.

You tuned out the conversation around you, indulging in the cool fall air washing over your hot skin. Your eyes falling shut as you breathed.

"Can we please eat insideeee" One of the freshmen in the back seat asked leaning forward to meet Julia's gaze in the rearview. She hummed and nodded as she pulled into one of the parking spaces. Everyone going to unbuckle, Julia leaned over the center console and nudged your arm. You opened your eyes, sticky with makeup, and turned your head to look at her.

"You wanna take a sec?" She asked, her gaze flickering between your bag and you. You nod with a grateful smile and stretched out your sore limbs. Clambering from her jeep you dug into your bag and yanked free your lighter and the carton of cigarettes.

You leaned against the side of the jeep, whacking the pack against your hand and fishing one out. You placed the end in your mouth and attempted to flick the lighter to life, brows furrowing and a frosty look overtaking your face as it struggled to light.

"Motherfuckin' piece of shit..." You hissed teeth clamping down on the orange end of the cigarette to keep it in your mouth. Shaking the lighter a few times you began to grow frustrated at the fact that it wouldn't fucking work. So angry that hot tears of frustration began to fill your eyes. Your stomach growling angrily in protest as you swallowed at the lump in your throat.

"Hey." Your gaze shifted up and you flinched back as you met the eyes of another guy, way too close for comfort. You narrowed your eyes at him in a way of asking him what the fuck he wanted. He gestured to the cigarette in your mouth, then the pack in your hands. "Can I bum one off of you?" He held up a lighter and shook it softly, smirking down at you.

You eyed him and pushed yourself off the jeep stepping closer. He flicked the lighter to life and you leaned closer allowing the end to start burning. Batting your lashes up at him as he smirked down at you. You passed the cigarette carton over to him and took a long drag of the one in your mouth.

Blowing the smoke from your mouth you looked him up and down. "Do I know you?" You tilted your head, giving him a frosty look. He cupped a hand over the other as he lit his own cigarette, tucking his lighter into the back pocket of his skinny jeans. You watched as he blew the dark gray smoke from his chapped lips and look down at you.

"English, seventh period." He said. You blinked before flushing in embarrassment. "You're the new kid right? You and your brother?" You asked. He made a noise which sounded like a 'Yeah' as he took another drag.

"Took ya long enough princess." He muttered. Your stomach fluttered and you looked down at your cheer sneakers. "The names Jeffrey, Or Jeff I don't give a shit." He pushed some of his dark brown hair from his face, and you flicked some ash off the end of your cigarette.

"**" You offered your own name and leaned back stubbing out the half burnt cigarette on the heel of your shoe. "S'nice meeting you Jeff" You said brushing past him. "You as well, doll" He muttered pushing off the back of your friends jeep towards the sidewalk. You stole one last glance, suppressing the giddy feeling twirling in your gut.

[ghostgirl101]

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

Dating Jeff The Killer Would Be Like This:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kyoukaru]

Age Old Condolences: (ao3) (1.7k words)

It's been 3 months since Liu was let out of the hospital. He lives in the suburbs with a Foster Sister who waters a fake potted plant and two parents who love her. His parents turn off the news whenever a murder is committed. Jeff is still at large and Liu misses his younger brother.

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Liu lives in a suburban home now. The parents have a fake potted plant in the living room which they let their biological child water when she remembers. Her mother pinches her cheeks, when her daughter brings out the watering can, and tells her, "You have such a green thumb." Liu never corrected her because he doesn't have enough knowledge about plants to know if she would have kept the plant alive and because the mum always looks pleased when he nods in agreement to her white lies. If it were Jeff, Liu would have grabbed him by the back of his shirt and told him if he couldn't be bothered to learn how to take care of the plant, it deserved to die. If it were Jeff, Liu would have told him it was a fake plant and to stop wasting his own time. It isn't Jeff though, it's a young girl and people aren't that harsh to young girls. It's also a suburban house with parents who care enough about interior design to own a fake potted plant. Even if it were Jeff, Liu's brotherly affections don't have a place here.

They eat around a wooden table at breakfast. Susie, Liu's younger sister now, eats cereal with a red sugar warning. Liu burns his toast and doesn't use enough butter to compensate for its bitterness. The news is on. It's familiar. Susie is chattering away about nonsense. Liu listens to her because the current drama the eight year olds at the local primary school are going through is more interesting than the weather and increased taxes on private school. There's only one thing he listens out for on the news but it's been quiet recently. He doesn't do much besides nod along as Susie talks but that's enough for her. The news channel shifts to show a fire, three dead but not because of the fire. The parents turn the news off as soon as the reporter starts talking about possible perpetrators. They stare at Liu, as if he's about to snap. When they realise he's noticed them staring, they look away immediately.

"Then Nancy changed her mind and decided she didn't want to be a witch, she wanted to be a fairy!" Susie continued.

"Why don't you focus on your cereal honey." Her Mum says. Susie does just that. The table is silent.

People at school only talk to Liu to ask him about his scars. His last name's been changed from 'Woods' to 'Wilson' so people stop asking him questions. It hasn't worked. People start friendly but once the bandage of small talk is ripped off, they pounce with the invasive questions. No ones been able to figure out why he has scars just yet but it's a matter of time. The people who want to know have a certain look about them, their eyes leer too long on his face. No one did that three months ago, before he was scarred.  He gets good grades. His new teachers ask if he needs extensions, because of his trauma. Liu refuses. Everything is fine. They ask the next time they hand out homework.

His therapist, after school, asks him what he's thinking.

This is where Liu believes he starts to get weird.

He has always had a voice in his head. This itself isn't weird. The voice used to say things like 'where's Jeff?' and 'God fucking damn it Jeff, stop getting detentions it's dark by the time you're let out' and 'I'll need to make sure the knives are out of Jeff's way,' among other things. They were daily reactions to his daily life. Nothing to be concerned about. Since his throat was slit, his voice has become raspier, the voice in his head hasn't changed. It sounds childish in comparison.

His therapist says that's normal for Liu to be upset by reminders of how he's changed. When he explains what it says, his therapist calls the voice an intrusive thought. It wants him to go to Jeff. It's important he doesn't act on visiting the places he thinks Jeff is hiding out in. She tries to get the locations out of him. The voice in his head, "Don't trust her, she'll kill him." and Liu seems to lack the ability to develop a new voice to reason with it. The voice is telling the truth, even if he could dismiss it. His therapist might not make the killing shot but she'll send the police to Liu's location and they'll kill him.

The only advice of hers Liu does take is to separate the voice from himself. He calls it Sully. When Sully is too loud, he writes their thoughts in a book, blacks out any compromising information about Jeff, because Sully tells him too and Sully knows what's best for him and Jeff right now. His therapist doesn’t like that he’s still protecting Jeff. She says that “healing takes time” but Liu only has five sessions left with her. She won’t be able to help him if the compulsions to help Jeff get worse. 

By the time they only have two sessions left, Sully gets wise. They know how to get under Liu’s skin, poking at insecurities he didn’t know he had before. The suburban house starts to feel like a trap. Liu’s convinced that if he touches the potted plant it will wither and die. Susie will cry and his foster mum will get mad and hit him. More than anything, Liu doesn’t want Susie to cry. It feels inevitable that his new mum will hit him when he thinks about it. He avoids touching the potted plant. It’s such a small thing to worry about compared to the whole ‘My Brother is a serial killer at large who wants me dead’ thing and how no one will talk to him at school still, isolating him from creating a larger support network. The fact Sully convinced Liu he can kill a potted plant feels minimal. Especially when he knows, rationally, that it’s plastic. 

There is a duffle bag under Liu’s bed. It is packed with enough clothes to last a week and is practical for all weathers. He shoves it back under his bed and forgets about it. It’s there for a worst case scenario. His therapist asks what his idea of a worst case scenario is. Liu knows why he has the duffle bag but it wouldn’t really be a worst case scenario if he uses it. He shrugs. His therapist tells him to slowly work through unpacking it. She doesn’t tell him to get rid of it, to settle. It keeps Sully quiet until he tries to move the tinned tuna back into the cupboards. Unpacking the duffle bag is slow progress. 

A serial killer comes to the sleepy middle class town. Susie’s no longer allowed to go round play dates with her friends or play down the road. Her mum tries to impose similar, but looser, restrictions on Liu. He’s not meant to be out past 4pm because it’s winter and that’s when it begins to get dark. He’s meant to come straight home from school and tell his ‘Mum’ if that changes. 

Liu comes home at five pm, one night. He missed the earlier bus because his teacher asked him to stay behind - something about him coping very well and that he’s allowed to let his grades slip right now because of the circumstances. He ended up walking around thrift stores for the hour he waited for his bus. All the elderly shopkeepers gave him their honest thoughts on the clothes he tried on. None of them say anything about the serial killer or Liu’s scars. The most concern one shows is when he passes Liu the scarf he’d been eyeing the entire time. He was a dollar too short to pay for it himself. The elderly man tells him not to worry about it. He didn’t want Liu to get cold. 

When he gets home, he’s quizzed about the origins of the scarf. “Now isn’t the time to be shopping.” His foster mum says, “If you were cold I could have brought you a scarf from Target on the weekend.” 

“Nothing happened.” 

“But something could have happened. That’s what I’m worried about.” 

“I’ve been to juvie.” 

“That doesn’t mean you can hold your own against you-” Her hand comes to rest across her neck, the same place Liu has a long jagged scar, “- A serial killer.” 

Liu punches her in the nose, to prove he can defend himself.

“You know where Jeff is,” Sully says to Liu. 

Liu nods. He does know where Jeff is. Jeff is his kid brother who eats sugary cereal right out of box and only learnt how to double knot his shoelaces last year. There’s little Liu doesn’t know about Jeff. He knew all his haunts in their old town. He knows what Jeff looks for in a haunt and there’s plenty littered about the suburbs, if you know where to look. 

Liu grabs the duffle bag. He double checks nothing he needs has been removed from it. When he confirms everything is still in its place, he leaves. 

His foster mum is in the bathroom, cleaning her nose and checking it isn’t broken in the mirror. His foster father is in Susie’s room, making sure she doesn’t see the rough shape her Mum’s in. Liu passes a glance at her, a stuffed rabbit sits in a circle beside a bog standard teddy bear and her dad. She laughs and her miniature tea set is light pink. She’s old enough to notice when Liu goes missing but not old enough to recognise the complexity as to why he has to leave. Her dad laughs when she spills some ‘tea’ which is actually just water. Susie will be fine. Susie doesn’t need Liu like Jeff does. 

Liu shuts the door quietly and leaves his keys on the stairs. 

He walks down the alleyways that everyone else rushes through. The poorer edges of the town accept him. They lead him down quiet roads until he reaches the storage centre that’s been neglected for at least months.

He knocks on the dirtiest garage that’s still functional. 

“Jeff.” Liu says, knocking again after a minute again. 

The door creaks open. Lit by a singular light bulb stands Jeff, in the same blood stained hoodie that he ran away. “Liu,” Jeff says, “I heard you survived, come on in.” There’s a knife on the floor beside him. Liu swallows, the scar on his neck pulses. 

He walks in. 

[four-dogteeth]

After killing his father, Toby didn’t know where to go. He didn’t think he was going to do it. One of those spur of the moment things, always egged on by his friends in his head, the damn things never shut up. He couldn’t stay. The fire was spreading, and he couldn’t help but worry for a moment about his mother. His poor, sweet mother, who didn’t leave him when she should have. She was hurting, but Toby, he felt he hurt worse.

He ran. Down the hill and farther then, until he could barely breathe. Blood coated the front of his jacket with the weird striped sleeves his sister had got him. Blood on his jeans. Even his shoes. He found the nearest library and took his jacket off and cleaned up in the bathroom. Enough that you could barely tell that he was running from a murder. His fathers murder.

In the mirror, he noticed the small slit in his cheek from the car crash. Reconstructive surgery was supposed to be performed when he healed a little more due to the nature of the injury. Now he could see his teeth, also chipped, and his tongue when he opened his mouth. It was gnarly, and it made him recognizable. So would the heavy bandaging on his arms, making his hands lije clubs. They felt heavy.

On the bus, Toby naps most of the time. He rides to the other end of town and walks even further in the dark. He can’t feel the cold but he can feel the tightness building in his ankles from the long walk. Adrenaline long worn off, he’s so tired he can barely keep upright. He finds a motel and approaches the front desk, where a man with dark eyes and a tired voice asks,

“Can I help you?”

Toby freezes. He doesn’t have any money and he doesn’t know why he stopped here. His wallet was in his room and he hadn’t been thinking clearly in his escape.

The man huffs. “Do you need a room or not?”

Toby blinks, again, and tucks his hands behind his back. “I don’t have any money,” he blurts, neck twitching, and he watches the awkward way the man stares too long.

“Well, if you don’t have money, I can’t help you, bud.”

Toby doesn’t say anything right away. He knows this man can’t just give away a free room. But he’s terrified of being caught. Going to jail. He couldn’t help it, he needed it. He needed to teach his father what pain meant, real pain. His pain.

He nodded, slowly, and stepped back outside. He noticed a man standing outside, not too far away, smoking. Toby didn’t smoke often, but he did from time to time and the stress inside of him was too much to stand.

“Think you could spare a cigarette?”, he asked once he was close enough. Blunt. To the point. The man was bathed in shadows, but he has sloppy black hair that hung in uneven chunks around his head and a pale hoodie on. It looked like there sas something on his face, but he wasn’t certain. The lighting was just too poor.

He twitched, but the man didn’t pause in his movements to flick the box open and hand one over. He lit it, too, barely looking over at Toby, just staring right ahead. Toby inhaled, and the man finally spoke.

“You’re running from something.” He stated it. It wasn’t a question. Toby opened his mouth to speak, but the man interrupted him. “It’s obvious. There’s stains on the knee of your jeans, I can see the bandages on your arms, and you look exhausted. There’s something you’re running from.”

Toby didn’t say anything. He just puffed his cigarette, wondering who this guy thought he was and why he was saying that. Even if he knew, why make Toby squirm? He didn’t seem bothered. It didn’t seem like he was going to turn Toby in, at the very least, so he didn’t understand why he was messing with him. He let the silence stew.

Eventually, the strange man stomped the cigarette out as it reached the but. He sighed. “You’re an idiot to not change your clothes, you know. You’re making it so obvious.”

So he knew it. Toby was a murderer.

[sadgurl805]

posing with your victim is a normal thing, right?

(drawing without the words)

unfortunately for the both of them, juliet does survive this encounter

[darlingdreadwrites]

Omfg omfg omfg omfg ggogggiffuuk. That toby x final girl reader was too good I feel like I'm floating....could you do a Jeff x final girl reader?

i hope you enjoy this! sorry if it’s too much of a long read…

pairing: Jeff the Killer x Final Girl F!Reader

part: 1, 2, 3

summary: you had anticipated a nice road trip with your boyfriend and some friends. when you're forced to stay at a motel for the night, you wished you had stayed home.

contains: Jeff the Killer getting a little crushy wushy on you (sorry i couldn't help it LOL), good ol' slasher shenanigans, Jeff unknowingly getting revenge for you

warnings: violence, gore, NSFW (ESPECIALLY UNDER THE RED DIVIDER), masturbation, insinuation of SA (nothing explicit, but can be read that way), a knife, character deaths, horror/slasher cliches

word count: 3.8k

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a.n: y'all i did not expect the attention i would get from the toby fics. I LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i know most of you followed for toby, but i got a request for jeff, so here you go!

This road trip was supposed to be fun. Your boyfriend—Tony—had promised you that. He promised that you’d have a great time. He promised that he would give you all his undivided attention. He promised he’d reign in his creepy friend’s weird comments. He’d promised he wouldn’t let his anger get to him.

“Jesus, old man. Just start the pumps back—“

But said old man interrupts him. They’d been going at this for a good few minutes now. “I cannot do that. You will have to come tomorrow. There’s a nice, luxury motel my buddy runs just up the road.”

“Listen,” Tony lets out a deep breath to try and control himself before he jumps over the counter to strangle the poor man. “We’re only trying to get out of this town, man. It is just one car.”

“If I start the oil back up, I’dun have to start it up for ev’rybody,” the man shakes his head, and I know he’s itching to keep up with the Southern Hospitality act.

You start to space out, having gotten used to Tony’s temper. You just wanted to sleep, no matter where. You spin on your heel and start walking down the candy aisle. There's a buzzing sound above you and you look up to see a flickering light. You swear you can make out the black dots of bugs that are being burnt to a crisp by the blinding lights. 

You almost scream as someone jumps next to you – seemingly out of nowhere – before you realize that it’s just your friend Stephanie. “Whachu want, girl?”

“Steph—“ You whisper-yell, and the girl only giggles. You shove her lightly and turn your attention back on the rows of different sugary confections. She looks up to see Tony still arguing with the gas station attendant. 

 “How long is he gonna keep doing that?” She asks you. You shrug in response. After a few silent moments, she walks around you. “Gonna calm him down.” 

“Mhm,” you hum and pick up a bag that is interesting to you. You squeeze it for no other reason than to hear the familiar crinkle of the plastic. From the corner of your eye, you can make out a figure walking over to you. You bristle already as Don’s cologne already starts to make your eyes sting. 

“You gonna get that?” He asks you and you want to immediately punch the cocky grin off his face. 

“No, just looking,” you answer simply. You place the candy bag back in its spot and cross your arms. 

“You’re already so hostile,” he chuckles, poking your side. You take a step to the side, putting more space between you. “Dude, come on. I’m just playing.” 

Don was never “just playing.” You almost learned that the hard way. 

“I think we're almost leaving,” mumbling, you turn to leave. He scoffs and stays in his spot as you walk toward Tony. Stephanie plays idly with her hair — not helping to calm Tony in the slightest. 

You were about to respond when a man nearly slams you to the ground. You catch yourself on your boyfriend’s back, who only noticed the interaction when you bumped into him. 

 “Watch it, asshole—” he shouts. 

You snap your head in the direction of the door, but the man was already gone. The bell hanging from the door almost flew off — you only caught a glimpse of white.

“You know what? Fine.” Tony glares at the worker. “Let’s just go to this shitty-ass motel and sleep with bed bugs, guys. Thanks for nothing, motherfucker.”

Stephanie and Don snicker, and your face burns from embarrassment.

“Luxury motel” my ass, you thought. This place was the dingiest shit hole you’d ever seen. It was a classic two-story nightmare that you would see in a horror movie. There was only one other car but yours, and you could see the grime on the walls from the car. The rust that clung to the metal railings on the upper level streaked down like old bloodstains. Half of the lights on the neon sign that perched from the roof were dead — making it read as “Mo.” But there was nothing your group could do tonight. There was only enough gas to drive back to the gas station tomorrow.

After securing the rooms — and Tony weirdly insisting that you and him have a room upstairs while your friends were downstairs — you all decided to head to the pool. That was the most normal your group had ever been in a while. You played around with them as they splashed water on each other, and Tony even got a little clingy. You missed that feeling of his body enveloping yours in his warmth – and not just for sex.

“I am so tired,” Stephanie exclaims as she climbs out of the pool. You follow behind her and grab your towel. Stephanie pauses and turns to look at you. “Hey, have you guys seen my key?”

“Didn’t you bring it?” You tilt your head to the side, wrapping your towel around you.

“I thought I did. Where the fuck—did one of you guys take it?” She looks over your shoulder to look at the two men. They only shook their heads. “Ugh. Guess I have to talk to that weirdo at the front desk. What was this name again? Miles? Mickey?”

“Micheal,” you correct her, suppressing a smile.

“Oh, yeah,” she giggled. “Micheal Myers.”

As you walk back upstairs to your room, you can’t help but walk a little closer to Tony. You felt shiver spreading like ice under your skin. An invisible force made you feel heavier, as if someone’s eyes were pressing into your back. The prickling sensation of the hairs on your body raising caused you to turn your head to look behind your shoulder.

“Scared?” The sound of your boyfriend’s voice causes you to look straight ahead. Both of you had stopped just in front of the stairs – you hadn’t realized.

“This place is so creepy,” is all you say.

The motel room was just as shitty as the outside, but at least it was warm. The lights were all a disgusting yellow color against the fake wood paneling. There was a small TV sitting on an aged drawer, a desk with a table, and a singular bed that you could already smell the dust from. You remind yourself to urge Tony not to use the thick blanket when you sleep.

You had just received a text from Stephanie saying she was going to sleep when Tony stepped out of the bathroom. You sent a quick message back to your friend before putting the phone down on the bed. You smiled up at Tony as he walked over to your side. He cupped your chin – sending a wave of heat through your whole body – before he lets it fall back to his side.

“I’m going to Don’s room downstairs,” he informs you and your face falls.

“Why?” You ask before you can stop yourself.

“He brought his PS4,” he says it like it’s obvious.

Of course.

“’Kay, well,” you swallow your disappointment. “Take the key. I’m not waking up to let you back in.”

“My own girl would let me sleep outside?” He looks at you with a lopsided grin, tilting his head. You can’t help but smile back. He hadn’t called you that in a while.

“I could. Now go.”

“Bye, baby,” he chuckles and turns to leave.

Your eyes stay trained on the back of his head until it’s blocked by the closing of a door. You bite at the inside of your cheek. You close your eyes, reinviting the tiredness you had felt earlier. Lifting the blanket, you slide down beneath it, settling into a lying position. An odd, old smell wafts from the sheets, but the warmth provides a comfort that you need.

You’re woken up from your slumber by the sound of a blaring car alarm. The walls do nothing to muffle the sound of the piercing, repetitive wail. Surely any member of your group could do it, and you wouldn’t need to get up. After another minute, you toss the blankets off you and swing your legs over the edge of the mattress. Sliding your shoes on, you stand up.

The keys jingle as you pick them up and stomp over to the door. You stick half of your body out of the door and point at the keys in the general direction of the car. That didn’t work. You groan and walk outside to get closer to the railing – the door closes behind you. Oh shit. But it was too late when you turned around. Pressing down on the right key fob, the car finally shuts up. You try the door anyway. No luck. The only one with the room key is Tony.

You walk down the stairs of the motel. In the distance, you could see Don still at the pool. Funny, you thought. Wasn’t he supposed to be playing with Tony? Maybe he got bored of watching your boyfriend. Walking over to Don’s room, a noise captures your attention. It’s not talking, more like moaning and giggling – from Stephanie’s room. You realized that you could see a crack of light coming from the door – it hadn’t been fully closed. You snicker, thinking of how you’d tease her for being desperate enough to get with Don.

Wait, but… you just saw Don. Still at the pool. And there had been no sign of Tony.

Slowly, and with an anxious flutter in your chest, you step in front of the door. The door stays miraculously silent as you gently push it open. You swear that your heart stops beating. There, on Stephanie’s bed, the pair are writhing against each other. Tony mouths at the side of her throat, while your friend’s arms are snaking under his shirt. You slammed the door as your heart threatens to jump out of your throat. You walk away, dazed – ignoring the loud sounds that emit from the closed room.

The air in the room was heavy with the scent of copper and the drone of the motel lights above. Jeff is leaning over the bodies of Stephanie and Tony, his blade dripping red as he finishes the final carving of a grotesque grin on Tony’s face. He’s precise with his movements – like an artist putting the final strokes to their masterpiece. Jeff had to reposition the bitch back on top of the girl he was swapping spit with. God, he could still see the look of horror on their faces. Her skin was pale and dull, with a similar smile etched onto her features.

He straightens up and takes a step back, assessing his work, and his head tilted. He’d really outdone himself this time, he thought. Jeff smirks, reveling in his sick joke. He lazily wipes his blade on Tony’s sleeve – not that it made a difference. These two were coated in blood he had fun playing with.

The shrill scream slices through his moment of silence – it had come from outside. He freezes before his head snaps toward the door. Who was that? His pulse accelerates, not from fear, but from curiosity. He walks to the door, another wide grin on his face. He cracks it open enough to peek his head through, the sound drowned out by the lingering echoes of the scream.

Jeff can see you on the second floor, standing frozen in place and trembling. His eyes travel down to the crumpled body on the floor – it was the other guy. Don, or whatever. His body lays in an unnatural position, and he can see the man’s lifeless face. His jaw was out of place, jutting out like an extreme underbite. Jeff would’ve cackled if he wasn’t meant to be quiet. That’s what’s so boring about targeting a group of people. He had to be quiet until everyone was dead. Which they all were, eventually.

But, then, his eyes flicker to you again. You weren’t crying like he thought you would be. You were just… there – you didn’t even look down to make sure your buddy was okay. Just one peek was enough for you – got you hollering like a pig – but you weren’t crying or running for the cops. He leans out further as you mechanically walk over to the stairs. The split second of fear he had seen on your face was all but gone. Your shock had made you numb, and you would just walk around it like it was nothing. Like your friend’s mangled body was just a bug.

“Oh, you’re fucked up,” Jeff whispered, a smirk on his face.

That excited him. He would be the one to get you crying in terror soon.

Nothing seemed real anymore. You were sure this was some kind of nightmare. That’s why you didn’t care. You just walked over to the ice machine – ignoring Don’s body on the floor – and grabbed a handful of ice. You don’t waste another second and shove as many ice cubes in your mouth as you could. Some had slipped out and crackled against the concrete floor. The pieces that skittered away had flown at your feet. But you didn’t feel it. You didn’t feel anything.

As you crunch on the ice, you slide some of the remaining pieces over your skin. The stinging cold that you would usually feel was replaced by a slight buzzing under your skin. You’re not sure whether you’re glad you can’t feel anything or not. You just wanted to sleep now.

Oh, right. The room key.

Letting the remaining ice cubes fall to the floor, you spun to head in the direction of the lobby. You didn’t want to deal with seeing your boyfriend’s tongue in your best friend’s mouth. You decided that you’d deal with them tomorrow. You didn’t care anymore. And they didn’t care either, it seemed. That’s why they didn’t come out running after you, right? They didn’t care enough to even pretend like they felt guilty. Tony wasn’t groveling at your feet, and Stephanie wasn’t crying her eyes out – begging you to still be her best friend. They had to know it was you that came into the room and slammed the door.

The lights overhead were a dull, sterile white compared to the yellow of the rooms – but it still smelled like piss. You could hear some sports game being played on a tiny, clunky box TV. But there was no sign of the owner. You turned your head from side to side but saw no sign of the fat old man. When you look back at the front desk, you notice the small rack of candy. Fuck it, you shrug as you reached a hand out and grab one. The numb buzz was starting to die down, but there was still no sense of real fear. Just the same tiredness you felt all day.

Guess you’d have to speed up the reunion early, huh?

The door to the room was slightly ajar once again. You had closed it, you remembered that. Maybe they had gone looking for you. Or at least when you had screamed. You nudged the door open with your foot.

Dropping the bag of candy on the floor, you felt bile rising in your throat. Your heart stopped for what seemed like the third time tonight. You honestly wished it would stop forever.

The putrid stench of the blood – let alone the sight of it – attacks your senses and made your head spin. The bodies were positioned as if they were frozen in a perverse display of intimacy. Tony’s face was right up on Stephanie’s, her cheek was being pulled on by Tony’s teeth to make it look like he was eating her face. Your stomach churned and eyes brimmed with hot tears. Doubling over, you retched onto the already stained carpet in the room.

You staggered backward, your legs threatening to give out as they shook. But you managed to take quicks steps back in the direction of the lobby. Your blood seemed to rush to your head, and you could’ve mistaken the pumping for the sound of drums. You wanted to scream and cry and throw up all at once. You wanted out.

Rounding the corner, the motel owner stepped out of a nearby room just a few feet in front of you. You could see the sweat on his shirt as he fiddled with the key ring – he was locking a door. He raised a hand to wipe some sweat from his brow, oblivious to your approach.

Your heart pounded as you stopped dead in your tracks. His actions were so mundane compared to the horror you had just witnessed. It made your stomach do flips. This was just another night for him. Another night of fixing the rooms and watching football on his TV.

“Sir-sir,” you tried to speak, but it came out in a shaky rasp.

Micheal turned to you, his brows raising in surprise. You had startled him. He gave you a once-over before smiling. “Is there anything I can do for you, miss?”

“They’re…” Your lips trembled as you tried to get the words to come out of your mouth instead of puke. You knew you were inaudible, but you didn’t have the strength to speak properly. “They’re… all… They’re dead.”

“I’m sorry, hon,” he leaned forward and squinted. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch—”

The man’s eyes widened and a wet, gargle emitted from his mouth as it hung open. Blood poured from the side of his neck, and a hand shot out to grab his shoulder and stabilize him. There was a squelching sound as the knife was dragged just above the owner’s shoulder. He crumples forward, sending a shower of blood your way, and some of it fills your mouth before you close it tight. Your eyes follow the sight of the keys that land with a soft jingle at your feet.

You stare at the man responsible for only a second. His scarred, unnaturally pale face is framed by jet-black hair that falls wildly across his face. It casts shadows onto his skin, especially his sunken-in, hollow eyes. They’re wide as they stare at you – cold and vacant. His most defining and spine-chilling feature is the wide, carved out smile on his face. It looked like it had scabbed over months ago, but it was still glaringly present. If this man was human, he didn’t look it.

But you act faster than you or he anticipated. You dive for the keys, picking them off the ground, when, suddenly, you feel a hand grab your wrist. He pulls you back up, bringing you closer to his body.

Just when you thought it was all over, you realize that the man is just staring at you. You feel his warm breath hit your face, and you can’t tear your eyes away from him. You’re confused, and it seems that so is he. Using this to your advantage, you smash the ring of keys into the side of his head.

As he howls out in pain, you break free and take a few steps back. You turn and bolt in the direction of a beat-up truck – the only other vehicle in the parking lot. Your hands shook and you clutched at the keys held tightly in your palm. It felt like you could suffocate with the heavy, tense air that surrounded you.

You cursed under your breath as you tried – and failed – to fit the key into the car door. The sound of the jingling only heightened your sense of panic. The key finally slipped into the lock, and you let out a quiet whimper. You yanked the car open, not daring to turn around.

Jeff simply watched you with a wide grin on his face. He was amused by your desperation – elated by the thrill of hunting you down. When the car clicked open, something in him clicked. His smile faltered as the realization that you were almost getting away hit him hard. With quick movements, he sprinted toward you and rounded the car to the driver’s seat.

You practically flew into the driver’s seat and slammed the door just as Jeff’s knife made contact with the window. The loud, grating sound of metal meeting glass caused you to scream. But you continued your attempt to get away. You jam the keys into the ignition, ignoring the hand slamming into the window.

“You bitch,” he snarled, banging on the glass. “I’m gonna gut you like a pig when I get my fucking hands on you!”

The tires of the car screech as you threw it into gear, jerking it backwards. Jeff continued to try and slice through the window, the sharp blade leaving a jagged mark. He took a step back to avoid his foot getting run over by one of the tires. He watches as you manically speed out of the parking lot, his figure getting smaller in the rearview mirror.

Your breath was coming out in short bursts, and your heart pounded wildly. As you drive off, you get one final look at him. He just stands in the parking lot, his own chest rising and falling rapidly. He doesn’t chase your stolen car, but you can tell that his mind is thinking of how he can enact his revenge. For now, he’s proud that you’ve gotten away just this time.

Two Weeks Later

Jeff couldn’t stop thinking about you. He very rarely lets people get away on his sprees. Not that he was going to let you live, don’t be fucking stupid. He knew how to find you and what he’d do. The man was just biding his time. He wanted the time to be right. He wanted to make it special for you.

The thing was, that second guy – the one that was crushed on the floor – that wasn’t Jeff’s kill. And, as far as he knew, it wasn’t poor old Micheal’s either. You did that. Something had made you snap. And Jeff knew that feeling all too well. Just what had that useless motherfucker done to you? Must’ve been bad enough to cause a sweet little thing like you to break.

He… sympathized with you. In a very stupid way that he hated. But he also loved the blank look in your eyes as your brain numbed you to the act you acted on. That made him want you, oh, so badly.

He could make as many excuses as he wanted, but he wanted you. His mind replayed the whole thing like a movie. He thought about you while he trained, while he maimed, while he slept. And especially while pumping his hand along his cock. He’d stare up at the ceiling, mouth hanging open as low moans dragged out from his throat. He thought of the way your face twisted in fear, the blood that spattered on you, and oh that felt just right. That’s why he needed to see you again. He wanted you. He wanted you. He wanted you.

He hoped you were prepared.

[theglasshatstud10]

I JUST GOT ME THE JEFF THE KILLER BOOK! AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Can you do hc of big brother Jeff being protective of lil bro liu 😭🥺🥺🙏

Summary: Big brother jeff is protective over Liu, jeff shenanigans

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst if you squint

Warnings: Violence mentioned, anger issues, Jeff.

A/n: I HEART PROTECTIVE JEFF RAGHHHH!! Also, dw I'm still working on the corpse bride au, im just putting out some extra asks in between!

Credits: Jeff The Killer- Creepypasta, Picture- Pinterest, Divider- @ bucciniexe

Protective!Big Brother!Jeff x Little Brother!Liu (Platonic, go away proshippers)

Jeff is only about 2 years older than Liu, but that's still old enough for Jeff to feel like he has to protect this little critter with his life

Jeff and Liu didn't have the best home life, so Jeff just kind of grew up being protective of Liu

And it only worsened as they got older

Elementary school wasn't terrible, there was the rogue nose picker who would try to call Liu names every once and a while because his clothes were too big on account of them being Jeff's hand me downs

But the second Jeff chased them around the playground screaming "Don't you ever say that to my brother!", they got the message

Liu himself didn't even really mind it, he thought the kid was just asking about why his clothes were so big, not making fun of him

But he appreciates it nonetheless

In middle school it got worse

In 6th-7th grade, Jeff got bullied pretty hard for being the weird kid no one wanted to be around, and Liu was bullied by association

Jeff got suspended a lot for beating up some kids who dared to try and say something about how "his brother acts like he's a whole other person named Sully sometimes, and that's just plain old weird"

Liu would get embarrassed by Jeff's antics, because he was basically proving their point by beating those kids up

He would try to just make his own friends and stay away from Jeff as best he could, but Jeff was just trying to look out for his little brother is all

in 8th grade, the "incident" happened, and Liu spend that whole year and most of his 9th grade year in the hospital

As he went from foster home to foster home, Liu was sure Jeff was dead like their parents

And due to his constant mental health struggles in association to the "incident", he didn't really go to school

He got schoolwork at home, but he was never reintroduced to other kids at an actual school building

However, it was hard to miss how the other foster kids that made fun of him always ended up beat up, just like how Jeff used to do

After being found by Slender man shortly after this, he and Jeff were reintroduced

At first, Liu couldn't be anywhere near Jeff without Sully fronting, which made their relationship even more strained if that was even possible

Jeff missed his little brother dearly, and felt terrible guilt for everything that had happened

But anyone that tried to say anything about Liu in the manor was always "delt with"

Even now in present day, their relationship is better and they can at least be around each other, Jeff is still way protective of him

If anyone even teases Liu, it's death glares all the way from Jeff

[walter-sullivan-hahaha]

I know I’m a barely active silent hill blog, but I feel like this video would be appreciated by the tumblr community. Happy Halloween, here’s me reading 4 delightful Jeff the Killer fan fics

[dollhouse-lied]

Tear you apart: a creepypasta fic

Ticci toby x jeff the killer

MASSIVE FUCKING WARNING: this fic is of NONCON, AKA RAPE. If you dont wanna read that, dont! And dont come crying into my inbox either! I dont wanna hear it!!!!

Uhhh warnings besides that one is nondescriptive gore, overstim, general violence, oh yeah theres a corpse, DD-DNE

1.6k words, i wrote this cause i hate my job, enjoy~

The door slammed, the two men covered in blood and dragging a corpse.

“You got me fucking stabbed dipshit, of course im telling slender!” Toby screamed, gripping his side to try and stop the blood. Despite not being able to feel pain, he could definitely feel bloodloss.

“Oh of course, slenders little pet can't handle it, he has to run to his daddy doesn't he?” Jeff mocked, dropping the corpse and stomping its head as hard as he could, spraying brain matter all over the basement floor.

Toby grew enraged, eyes darkening. “What the fuck?? We have to clean that you asshole!” His breathing hitched, clearly feeling weary from the blood loss. He pulled off his hoodie, the bloodsoaked tshirt underneath clinging to his skin. “Your lucky i like you, or i would beat your ass,”

Jeff snickered, pulling his knife from its sheath. “Oh you like me, do you?” He cooed. He walked over to Toby, stopping inches from his face. “You like me baby?” He mocked, face twitching with rage.

Suddenly, Toby hooked his fist into Jeffs face, catching the killer off guard. He stumbled a bit before finding his footing, punching Toby in the jaw with a grating sound.

Toby didn't react, simply cracking his neck as Jeff watched him. “Ok, we are gonna do this,” he growled, reaching for his hatchet that was leaning on the wall.

“Oh yeah? You want to go there? Im not afraid of you rogers, you know im more valuable than you ever will be, stop lying to yourself. The best thing you can do is apologize and we can move on, or we can do this my way. Got it, mutt?” Jeff sneered, eye twitching.

“I.. am not.. a.. MUTT,” Toby screamed, spit flying from his cheek gash as he charged at Jeff, kicking him in the gut. Jeff gasped before quickly securing the handle of Tobys hatchet before it hit him in the top of the skull. He knew he had the upper hand, he was bigger and stronger than Toby, and Toby seemed to also realize.

“So we are doing this my way huh rogers?” Jeff giggled, ripping the hatchet from his hand and throwing it to the back of the dissection room, hitting the table as it went with a clang.

“You.. bitch…” Toby spat, struggling against the grip Jeff still had on his wrists.

“Mhm, what is it baby?” Jeff mocked, quickly pulling Tobys arms to behind his back, dislocating them with a pop. He turned Toby around and forced him on the table. “You made yourself a pretty little mess huh?”

Toby fought against his grip, but his shoulder muscles were weak, torn and completely useless to fight him. The panic was starting to set in.

“Let me go!” He shouted, freezing as he felt his jeans slide down, his boxers covered in blood on the side of the wound. He flailed against Jeffs grip, trying anything to get loose.

There was suddenly a soft sound of a zipper, making Tobys blood run cold. He lifted his head up, only for it to be slammed into the cold metal slab so hard it made his head spin.

“Jeff, please, please god dont do this, let me go, this isnt funny-”

“Shut it. You did this to yourself.” Jeff coldly barked, pulling Tobys head up by the hair and holding his knife to his throat. “What should i do with you first, hm?” He giggled, making a light cut on Tobys neck as Toby gasped.

“Please, let me go, please,” Toby begged, genuine fear rising in his voice, trembling.

Jeff lifted Tobys shirt, exposing the stab wound. He looked at it, admiring it before sticking his fingers inside and laughing at Tobys shudder. Sure he couldn't feel pain but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Toby was gasping, trying to pull away from his fingers entering his abdominal muscles. Jeff removed the knife from Tobys throat for a moment before slamming his head back into the table. Toby made a gurgling noise, blood pouring out his nose.

“Please…” he whispered, feeling even more lightheaded than before. Jeff laughed.

“Your so fucking cute aren't you?” He mocked, pulling a dazed Toby up by his hair. “You wanna feel my dick in there?” He whispered, reveling in the fear in the males eyes.

Toby weakly shook his head no, and Jeff removed his fingers as Toby gasped.

“Ill save that for later, i want to do something else first,” Jeff muttered, slowly sliding down Tobys boxers with his blood soaked hand. He slapped Tobys ass, leaving a bloody handprint on it as Toby moaned. Jeff laughed. “Your such a fucking whore, you cant even control yourself can you?”

“Fuck… you…” he groaned, struggling to focus his eyes and panting as blood dripped down his face.

“Ill fuck you baby, i will, cause your such a fucking whore, right?”

Toby hesitated, and Jeff noticed. He started to slam his head into the table, stopping centimeters from the cold metal.

“Now listen to me mutt, we are gonna do this my way. Your gonna repeat what i tell you to, and your gonna love it aren't you?” He hissed, watching Tobys tears hit the metal table.

“Yes,” Toby weakly whispered, his head getting yanked back up with a crack of his spine.

Jeff leaned into his ear “Yes what?” He murmured into his neck.

Tobys face grew warm with embarrassment. “Yes sir..” he shakily cried, sighing with relief when the grip on his hair loosened.

“Good girl, your a good girl, right?” Jeff sneered, putting the knife back to his throat.

Toby sobbed loudly, feeling the knife's pressure on his neck increase. “Im a good girl,” he murmured, hearing the clothing shifting off of Jeffs body. He felt the wet head of Jeffs dick touch his exposed hole and made a noise of defeat, somewhere between a moan and a sob.

“Yeah, yeah you are Toby, your my good little bitch, my good little whore, and your gonna take this like a good princess, aren't you?” He mocked, shifting the grip on Tobys wrists to spit on his hand and rub it on himself.

Toby let his head drop to the cold metal table, completely defeated as his vision blurred. “Yes sir,” he muttered, the blood flow from his nose starting to slow.

Jeff snickered, quickly inserting himself and grabbing Tobys boney hips. Toby moaned, the sound of the table sliding vibrating in his ears.

“Louder baby, i wanna hear you be a good whore for me,” Jeff growled, watching as Tobys dick twitched and dripped, laughing.

Tobys face was bright red, drooling and crying on the table. He moaned loudly and uncontrollably, hating himself for feeling so turned on. He wasnt proud that he was getting worked up, he hated how fucking good it felt.

Jeff sped as fast as he could, snaking his hands up to Tobys wound, sticking his fingers in and out, tearing the flesh with the force. Toby made a soft whine, his head spinning.

“Stop… pl- please..” he whined, the corners of his vision going black as he faded to the edge of consciousness. Jeff watched in glee as he rolled his head back.

“You want me to stop baby?” He snickered, removing his blood soaked hand from Tobys side. Toby weakly nodded, moans still escaping his mouth despite his attempts to hold them back.

“Pl… please..” he cried, internally praying that he would black out to stop the humiliation.

His body shook as Jeff continued. Jeff noticed this, and he giggled shrilly. “Aww, is my good girl about to cum?” He waited for a moment, but got no response. He yanked Tobys head back by the hair, bloody snot connecting to his head from the table.

Toby made a slight gasping noise as Jeffs thrusts got more and more violent. “Cmon, you want this to stop dont you?” He growled into Tobys ear, groaning from holding back his cum. Toby nodded quickly. “Then say it,”

Toby sobbed loudly, quickly responding “im gonna cum Jeff, just fucking stop,”

Satisfied, Jeff released Tobys head as his breath shook. With a loud sigh, Jeff released into Toby. He quickly moved his still blood soaked hand to Tobys dick, pumping quickly as Toby came. Jeff didnt stop, going even faster as Toby screamed in pain.

“Fuck, knock it- fuck- stop- fuck,” Toby stammered, face red as he sobbed into the table.

“Mhm? You want me to stop?” Jeff huffed, still riding out his orgasm, head spinning from the power trip he was on.

“Yes, yes just fucking stop- aah-” Toby fought against Jeffs grip, getting nowhere.

“How bad do you want it sweetie?” Jeff said in a mocking tone, reveling in Tobys desperation.

Toby couldnt do anything but scream, desperately hoping that someone, ANYONE, would walk in and save him, knowing deep down that this wouldnt happen. No one gave a shit about him, not more than they did Jeff anyway. His muffled screams were pointless, no one was coming to save him.

Jeff removed his hands from Toby, seemingly bored with torturing him. He wiped his hands on Tobys shirt, making a disgusted noise at what came off. Toby gasped for air like a fish out of water, melting to the floor.

“And your not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?” Jeff glared down at him. Toby shook his head no while clutching his wound, seconds from blacking out. “Good. Ill get EJ to fix you up. Put your pants back on you sissy, you still gotta clean this mess up.” Jeff spat, kicking the corpse again as Toby pulled his pants up with the last of his strength before collapsing onto the floor.

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Side note i really hate my job not cause its hard but cause im not caught up on lolcow video essays and im only half joking when i say that