#Jeff x reader

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[scary-lasagna]

I LOVED THE VAMPIRE POST SMM. So like would Liu, EJ, BEN and Jeff let their vampire s/o bite them and drink their blood?

Homicidal Liu

Liu is squeamish when it comes to blood due to his past trauma of obvious reasons.

And even with a high pain tolerance, he wouldn't voluntarily allow himself to be bitten.

Many risks come with the first bite; An artery could be sliced, blood infection, too much blood loss, you hate the way his blood tastes so therefore you will hate him forever.

That last one was just Liu's imgaination running wild, but all together it's pretty risky.

He might offer a test bite, not a full chomp, but a little nibble on his arm to see how it feels. A pinprick was all he could describe it as.

But he quickly backed out once he caught wind of the blood trickling down his arm.

He might allow a second attempt, but not anytime soon. 

Sully, however, is a different story. He would let you drink this body dry, and force Liu forward in the middle of it just to be a sadistic asshole. 

Either way, they're both willing to try at least once.

Eyeless Jack

Jack doesn't think that you would enjoy his blood very much.

Much like the liquid that seeps from his eye sockets, his blood has a tar-like consistency. 

It wouldn't go down easy, and if your body rejects it since it's not truly 'blood', it won't come back up easy either.

Ultimately, Jack says no due to your safety. It just too big of a risk for Jack to feel comfortable letting you take a bite out of him.

Jelly donuts are better, anyway. Especially at 3am while everyone else is asleep.

BEN

BEN will act tough and dominant up until it's actually time for you to bite him.

He'll get squirmy and find excuses to delay the inevitable now that he's talked the big talk and agreed to do it.

You'll of course call him out on it, and will nervously sit down and away from his stack of DS games that he wanted to organize alphabetically. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You ask him, with a comforting hand on his knee.

"Yeah.." Ben sighs and rubs the back of his neck with a nervous tic. " I'm just afraid it'll hurt or I make a weird noise or something." He chuckles lightly.

"We can start, and if you want to stop we can and I won't judge you for it." You reassure. "Or we can do blood lettings which doesn't involve biting."

"It's that like plague doctor shit, though?"

"Well yeah but it doesn't invol-"

"Just take a bite, babe."

He trusts you with all of his heart. And he lets you take a bite.

And yes, he does make a weird sound.

Jeff

Oh hell yeah, fucking go for it.

No questions asked.

Jeff thinks it's hardcore, and frankly, he's not experienced enough to know the dangers of blood letting or blood biting. He just thinks your hot and that you wanna bite him.

And honestly? Go for it. He's probably got a few diseases lurking in there but you're immortal so it doesn't affect you.

He would urge you to keep going even after he feels light headed, just ot see how long he can stay awake.

Jeff can be an extremely convincing individual, but do not trust him.

He can and will pass out and then you will have to call Eyeless Jack and explain everything to him.

He will not be happy.

Jeff will try to kiss him thinking that he's you.

And then Jeff will get swatted away and start crying out of rejection 

[gothghostiie]

hiiiii omg i saw ur writing for jeff and i went feral, if i may request....👉👈

him finding out his pretty, perky gf is a squirter at some point and it makes him go absolutely pussy drunk just making out with her slick hole (only if thats ok im so sorry if this is too graphic omgggg i have brainrot apologies)

sweetheart, have you been on my blog??? /lh /nm

cw: fem!reader, squirting, oral, overstimulation, tiny bit of manhandling if you squint, praise

he didn't expect.. that to happen. you were sprawled out underneath him, one leg hooked over his shoulder as he quickly worked his fingers against your gspot, you heard his soft encouragement as he felt you get closer to the edge. he wanted to see you fall apart for him, deciding you needed one last push. his lips wrapped around your swollen, sensitive clit, it was over for you. within mere seconds you felt everything hit you - a loud gasp by a string of apologies as you squirted all over his fingers and arm, even his face.

Jeff was mesmerised to say the least. he had never made any of his partners squirt before; not like that anyway. but God, he knew he needed more. and who are you to deny him? poor you, now lying pinned underneath him, thighs resting on his broad shoulders as his big hands wrapped around your hips, holding them down onto the soaking wet spot on the sheets, tongue tracing around your vulva, pressing into your cunt occasionally.

his face was sticky, you were shaking in his grip, but he didn't let off. "just one more time.. please darling.." he murmured against you, immediately suckling on your clit. you lost count at how many orgasms he had ripped from your body by now, how many times you he made you squirt. yet he couldn't help himself, wanting to see you do it once again. "for me.. you can do it, c'mon.." he pleaded, almost begging you at this point. tears were building in your eyes as you tried to buck your hips, sobbing softly from the overstimulation, but he refused to let go. not until he got what he wanted. his thumbs soothingly rubbed your skin, calming and grounding you a bit.

"shh.. it's okay... you can do it; come on.." he dipped his face into your pussy again, words slurring slightly as he already latched onto you again, making out with your poor, sopping hole until you squited again, the liquid hitting hid shoulder slightly as he leaned up, skilled fingers rubbing your clit all through it. "just like that.. that's a good girl.."

[marycorcaroli]

18+, smut & fluff ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[darkpeacemusic]

Y/N: Where are you going? Jeff: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide in the car.

[abstract-crossverse]

helloo! I love your writing so much, and saw you were taking requests for doors so I decided to slide in!

if I may, could I request a Jeff x Reader thing? only if you want to, I just haven’t seen much of him and I think he deserves more attention :)

Helloo! Im glad writing is enjoyable! I’m still getting into the hang of things again, so do excuse me, its about time I get to doing my long ass how you meet/dating headcanons with fic intervals again One Jeff comin’ up!

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Jeff x Reader [Hc/Fic, fluff]

Jeff, the sweetest entity and friendliest one in the Hotel.

Surprise surprise, he's not one of the Human turned Entity ones

Genuine supernatural creature right here

Unlike Jack and Shadow, the founders of the hotel, he’s just here for business, and was also hired as the hotel’s chef, he makes one good pasta I’ll tell you that

Also he’s not a maniac who loves to torture people for funnies like the other two… well, at least that Jack’s whole spiel, Shadow… is too reserved, and we don't know his motives with the hotel, he only helped with the furniture and keeps knocking down bOOKSHELVES

Jeff never really leaves his room after the Library, it's a good room, and he got a pretty good deal with Jack to make his room unavoidable for players, poor things must be famished

Which means if you come over to his room hungry and mentioned, you bet he’s going to sit you down and make you some food, in exchange for some coins of course, this ain't free dining

Most players just stop to take a breather in his room, have a chat with Goblino and buy something they need from his wares

Flashlight? Lucky for you, he has one with a full battery today! Cross? Skull key? Lighter? He has it all, being a shadow like entity has its perks, he slithers around the shadows at times and snatches anything he can get his hands on unnoticed, nothing on drawers though, it's too risky to be seen and Timothy doesn't quite enjoy visitors too much… and Jeff himself is not the biggest fan of spiders

Anyway, you meet like everyone else meets him, get past Figure, get to his room, take a breather from the adrenaline dying down.

He greets you from his stand with a wave of his tentacle as Goblino also greets you, and Bob couldn't even be bothered to look your way

You’re a regular, technically everyone is, but some don't spare too much time to chat or even tip, how rude!

You, however, stick around for a while to talk to either Goblino, buy a snack or one of the things on his stand, and you always tip, because of course you do.

Your friendly nature draws Jeff to you, looking especially happy whenever you come around, waving excitedly, he shakes your hand when you approach as a greeting as he keeps himself in the shadows, the lights hurt his eyes so he’s not crossing his stand ever.

He watches you from his stand as you talk with Goblino, something warm cooking in his heart, he gets flustered when you talk with him, how odd, he’s never felt this before

He doesn't talk, he can, but he doesn't aside low rumbles or clicking/chattering, you're not too sure what those sounds are, he can't speak English or any other language aside his mother tongue, which is cryptic and hard to understand for anyone else who doesn't speak it, though the other entities seem to understand him, even Goblino, you wonder if it's just players who can’t.

He can write, crudely, but he’s trying, after all the S on his sign is backwards, he’s learning, give him a moment.

You two can keep up conversations sometimes, he writes on a notepad you gave him once, and you speak, he’s glad you try to adjust to make him comfortable and include him

His sentences are broken, but you get the gist

You sighed before opening the door to the “Store” room, a familiar tune filling your ears and your heart with relief, Figure had been more aggressive today for whatever reason, you wondered if something upset it or if it was just in a bad mood?

You didn't have a clue, but that didn't matter now, you just hoped they would calm down until you reach the warehouse, for now, you can breathe again. Jeff looked over from his stand, visibly lighting up in mood as he waved an arm at you, turning towards you as Goblino greeted you from his seat.

“¡Oye, amigo! Good to see you in one piece!” the goblin yelled, counting the coins he had snatched from drawers, you waved, about to say something before the goblin turned to the skeleton beside him “what’s that? … HAHAH! Yeah, Bob says you sure don’t look alive!”

It made you chuckle a bit, you knew you didn't, you were getting tired of all these runs and repeated cycles, the adrenaline only fueled you so much, and the runs you actually got to the elevator weren’t feeling as satisfying as they used to be. You silently agreed with the goblin as he went back to counting his coins, sitting on the chair Jeff pulled up next to his counter

Noticing how tired you looked, he moved the radio across the room to the table next to the duo, lowering the volume a bit more to make it ambience noise for you both, you appreciated the small gesture, as much as you liked his music it was starting to give you a headache

He pointed at the items on the counter as his head tilted with a chirp, you shook your head

“Not now at least, buddy, I’m just-... tired…” you said leaning against the counter, he nodded in understanding, moving the items behind the counter, leaving only one of the pillows he previously had set a crucifix on.

His arms pulled a notebook from behind the counter and a pen, gifts from you, it made you smile a bit as you faintly remembered the day you gave him that to talk with you, he looked so happy, though you were brought back to reality when he turned the book to you

“Figure angry tonight, because of Ambush I thinks, you okay? They hurt you?” as you read, he made worried rumbling sounds at you with worried eyes, seeming to look you over for any injuries. His gentle concern was appreciated, smiling warmly at him despite your tired eyes

“I noticed, they didn’t hurt me, I’m alright, I just… I dunno… just tired, this cycle is getting exhausting, I might be starting to realize I won’t ever be able to leave this place…” you let out a couple sad laughs, looking down at the counter, it was true, the possible harsh reality was setting in, and you didn't know how to take it, but it wasn’t well, you may never see your family again, if you even had one, you barely remembered, this place fucked with your memories and you hated it.

Out of your view, Jeff seemed saddened by your mention of leaving, he tried not to think about it much himself, but the idea of you leaving made him scared, sad. He didn't want you to leave, but he knew that this place wasn't built for your survival in the first place. Silence hung thick in the air for a moment before you heard scribbling again, the notebook sliding into your view, “Have you eaten? Drink water? Want anything, friend?” The hospitality made you scoff a fond laugh, shaking your head again, “I'm fine, Jeff, thank you though.”

You heard him chirp again, closing your eyes just for a moment, you felt his arms gently tug at your arms up, you looked surprised as he silently asked you to raise your arms a bit, pulling the pillow still on the counter to you before scribbling again, “rest head, tired friend, you need it. May I play with hair?”

You laughed, warmth rising to your cheeks as he put an arm on your shoulder, gently tugging you down, “sure buddy, god how I am so lucky to have met you?”

He let out a happy thrill as you laid your head on the cushion, sighing as he played with your hair, another arm gently rubbing your back as you crossed your arms over your head, slowly slipping into sleep, he wouldn’t mind if you took a nap, would he? Nahhh…

Jeff looked over your relaxed form, completely forgetting anything else around them as he focused solely on you, your hair, your face, your mannerisms, looking over you softly, love struck as ever, letting out gentle thrills and almost purr-like rumbling, he knew he was completely infatuated with you, he knew his kind’s mannerisms regarding love, he just needed the perfect time and words to let you know

El Goblino and Bob had long moved on, figuring to give the two of you some privacy, despite Jeff completely forgetting they were there in the first place. The lights in the room dimmed with a flick of an arm before gently wrapping around you, pulling another cushion for himself as he laid his shadowy head beside yours, glowing eyes gently casting light on your face for a couple of moments, seeming to either have really fluffy, long hair or fur sprawling on the makeshift balcony as he slipped into sleep himself

I was very tired and sleepy when I wrote this, can you tell I think falling asleep near each other and cuddling is the biggest sign of trust? It's also my favorite thing in couple scenarios, I think it's so cute

Anyway, his shop room is completely off limits for other entities, really only Rush kinda breaks that rule sometimes, he just has no other way to go through, Jeff understands but it's a pain to replace the lamps

Jack can’t do shit if he finds you two being sappy with each other, Jeff isn’t someone he can control like that, he’s a business partner, and he can't just kick the guy out because of something so “petty” in the eyes of other entities, also too much paperwork

He CAN however make the entities go nightmare mode on you out of no where, increased difficulty mf good luck

But he won’t find out, why? Because Jeff is very good at hiding things, including other entities and players, so you’re the only one allowed behind his counter

He’ll hide you behind there if he feels Jack’s presence approaching, it's so dark in there that if you make not sounds he wouldn’t have less of a clue you're even there

I’ll be honest I don’t feel like writing how he confesses atm, so I’ll be owing y’all this one, but let's get into the dating hcs before those ideas cease existing in my mind

Jeff is the softest coziest entity to cuddle with, he goes neck to neck with Rush in that department, with Rush only being a bit tougher due to whatever he is, meanwhile Jeff is all soft all around, squishy

Like the other he has two forms, I like to think as much as he may have smooth tentacle arms and shit, he’s a fluffy ball of shadow, and in his humanoid form, that fluff goes to hair

It's long too, like that shit almost drags on the floor, he loves when you play with his hair just as much as he likes playing with yours

He’ll actually melt in your hands if you play with his hair or trace his face

Usually he wears a long coat in his humanoid form, like a cartoonishly shady seller on the street, not much under it aside black pants and, oddly enough, a ruffled white shirt, he doesn't even wear shoes

He likes cuddling with you in the dark of the room he stays in, it's a comfy little room just like the other bedrooms you can find, it's just different in ways that it's personalized to Jeff’s liking, it’s also connected to the kitchen

Cooking? Amazing. With you? Even better. He’ll call you over to help him cook you anything if you want to, give you a headlight and batteries for it, and get to work!

Best cook for sure, he’ll cook and bake you anything you’re craving, just give him a name and maybe a recipe and he’ll do it

Gift giving and quality time are his love languages, for sure, he adores listening to you ramble about anything you like, explain lore of any media you like for hours, he’ll listen and write down questions for you to answer, sometimes he’ll tune out and just look at you with the dumbest love struck expression ever.

Anything he finds in the hotel floors and stuff that remind him of you are going directly to you when you get to his room, even of how he found it is… less than conventional

“Hey Jeff, how are you, hun?” *happy chirping as he gives you a shiny brooch* “oh that's cool, thank you so much!- why is there blood on it.” *confused thrilling*, he thought he cleaned it well enough, ofc he got it off a corpse

You are not immune to receiving comfy knitted sweaters and scarves from him, he knits as a hobby too, anything he makes for you will be to your preferences and sizes, it can get pretty cold in the hotel sometimes!

Surprisingly, Guiding Light is not a worrywart if you ever tell them you're with Jeff, they like Jeff and knows he’s a good… entity, so he gives you both their thumbs up of approval

The other entities, though? If Jeff ever tells them, it's a lot of mixed feelings

“Oh hey Jeff what's going on?” *chattering and chirping* “oh that's cool glad your business is going we- FUCK YOU MEAN YOU'RE DATING A PLAYER?!?!?!”

BUT LIKE, THEY CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, I mean, this guy is associated with Jack so for all they think, they work under him too, they sometimes fear what he could do if they dare fuck around with him, as much as he’s a sweetheart. Don't hold it against them, though, they're not used to constant niceness from entities like him

Regardless, he’s honestly the best one to date in the hotel, sure Jack would make your runs a nightmare, but he wouldn’t touch you with a 10-foot pole if he can help it, as long as it doesn't hinder Jeff’s job then you’d be fine in theory

[negans-lucille-tblr]

The Luckiest | JDM x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: A premier leaves Y/N feeling insecure, but luckily her husband knows how to help. 

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader (Reader is about Jensen’s age)

Tags: Daddy kink, insecure!reader, insecurities, minor angst, oral sex (fem rec), p in v, praise kink, validation, fluff

WC: ± 2.7K

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely Tina. Hope you love this <3

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“Wow, Danneel looks incredible,” you sigh, your eyes landing on the dress that looks like it was handmade for Dee’s exact figure. Her hair and makeup are just as flawless as the rest of her, and she poses with her husband effortlessly as you shuffle awkwardly next to your own husband. 

“She looks nice,” your husband agrees, “but you look better.” 

You scoff at him, shaking your head in disagreement. Even though you and Dee are nearly the same age, you feel like your days of looking anywhere close to as glamorous as she is are past you. She’s even managed to have three kids and still look that good, and that just doesn’t seem fair. 

You glance back at your husband to see him rolling his eyes. 

“What?”

“You,” he chuckles softly. “I can practically hear your thoughts.” 

“Oh yeah, and what am I thinking then?” You prompt, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re thinking that you’re not as pretty as her, and that you’ll never be that pretty, but you’re wrong,” he insists with a nonchalant shrug. He pauses when the organiser you’re standing beside ushers you onto the photo line. “Because I think you’re the most beautiful, perfect girl here,” he adds casually, stepping out to begin posing for the cameras. 

You feel a little flustered for a second, just staring after him as the flashes illuminate him. He looks so perfect tonight in his suit without a tie. He looks over at you, a smirk gracing his lips as he lifts his hand and beckons you over with a flick of two fingers. You immediately obey, sliding up to his side where you feel totally safe, and pay the cameras no mind, finally putting the thought of your comparison to Dee out of your mind for a moment as you ride the high of Jeff’s recent words.

You giggle when he leans down to kiss your cheek and then he presses his mouth to your ear and breathes hot breath against your skin.  

“Fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he growls softly, making your insides flutter. 

*

“Can we go soon?” you plead with your husband once all the formalities are over with and there’s just alcohol and mingling left. “I’m tired and my feet are killing me,” you complain, shuffling around in your uncomfortable heels. 

Jeff chuckles softly, glancing down at the floor to your shoes, before looking back up and into your eyes. 

“Five more minutes? I promised Jared I’d have a scotch with him,” Jeff explains softly, and you whine quietly under your breath but don’t protest too loudly, afraid of offending someone around you. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make it worth the wait,” he smirks devilishly, and then slips away, off to find Jared, you presume, and you wonder just what he means by making it worth the wait. 

Your mind at first thinks of something sexual, because after that smirk, you’re pretty sure he was coming onto you, but you can’t think of anything worse right now. You’ve spent the night surrounded by women far prettier and slimmer and better than you in every single way, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball of self pity and sleep this whole evening off. You’re not sure what’s really gotten into you lately, but you’ve never felt this badly about yourself before. You’ve never loved yourself, but your insecurities have never gotten this bad. But then you suppose you and Jeff have been married a short while now, and the ‘honeymoon’ phase died off a little while ago. He used to barely keep his hands off of you, and while he still says the right things and calls you beautiful and makes you feel loved, it’s been a while since you’ve been made to feel sexy. 

When Jeff finally pries himself away from the boys, he finds you once again, and wraps his arm around your waist, finally putting you out of your misery and telling you you can go home. He leads you out to the limo quietly, and opens the door for you to climb in, getting in alongside you. The driver takes you home, and you sit in silence with your husband in the back for a short while, just looking out of the window until you feel his hand on your thigh. Turning your head you catch his eye, and offer him a weak smile at best, feeling truly exhausted and ready to get out of your stupid dress, feeling like you’re trying too hard. 

Jeff doesn’t say anything, and his eyes leave yours as he glances towards the driver, the partian most of the way up, so he reaches over to the switch and closes it completely. That’s when his hand slips down your thigh, to the hem of your dress, and then under it, moving back up to where it was, only this time, on your bare skin. 

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, even though you know the driver won’t hear you through the privacy screen. 

“I’ve tried to keep my hands off of you as long as I could, but I don’t think I can resist any longer,” he states matter-of-factly. 

You scoff and shake your head, wondering if he’s just saying and doing all this to make you feel better. He’s not acted like this since you were dating. 

“Jeff, c’mon,” you sigh, pushing his hand away. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, blinking. 

“I’m not in the mood, okay?” you insist, feeling tears begin to press at the backs of your eyes as you look out the window again. 

“Is this about Dee?” he asks, his hand once again on your thigh, but this time it’s lower down, over your dress, and he squeezes it lovingly. 

“No… yes… maybe… I don’t know, Jeff, I’m just tired, and I feel shitty,” you finally conclude. 

Jeff sighs heavily, his thumb brushing back and forth along your leg. “Alright,” he finally relents, and much to your disappointment he lets go. 

For a moment, you feel annoyed that he hadn’t tried harder to cheer you up, wondering if he too thinks that Dee is more attractive than you, and when you glance over at him to wonder what he’s thinking, his eyes are fixed on his own window, and stay that way for the rest of the ride home. 

It’s even quieter between you as you get through your front door, and you’re even more determined to get into comfortable clothes and go straight to bed, but before you can make your way to the stairs, you feel Jeff’s hand wrap around your wrist and tug you backwards, bringing you towards him. 

“Jeff, please,” you whine, but when you finally look up at him and see the darkness in his eyes, you pause your protests. 

“Jeff?” he questions, “have you forgotten your manners, young lady?” 

“No, Daddy,” you reply, almost so quickly it’s embarrassing.  

“That’s better,” he nods, and a tiny smirk dances along his lips. “Now, do you really want to go to bed, or do you want Daddy to remind you just how perfect he thinks you are?” 

Jeff hadn’t pulled out the ‘daddy’ card in a long time, and instantly you remember back to the days spent between sheets when you first started dating, and how he would be so perfect at taking control, but there was always something so soft and caring with everything he did. You were his, you belonged to him, he could make you do anything he wanted, but in return he made you feel safe and protected, and like the most special thing in his world. And that’s when it hits you. This is what you’d been missing, this is what made you feel good about yourself before, and since it stopped, it’s like you felt like part of you had been taken away. And, of course, Jeff is just utterly perfect and can somehow read your mind and know you better than you know yourself. So of course, he knows exactly what he’s doing right now. 

“I think I need a reminder,” you finally tell him, your voice quiet and soft. 

“I think you’re right,” Jeff nods in agreement, pulling you tight against him, reaching up to caress the side of your face lovingly. “Because I don’t like the way you talked about my baby girl tonight.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling like you’ve let him down somehow. 

“That’s okay. It’s my fault, I forget to remind her how she drives me crazy. I stopped telling her how often I find myself watching her, wishing I could be inside her all day every day. I guess she doesn’t realise how often I find myself thinking about fucking her.” 

You whimper at his words, your legs becoming wobbly for a reason other than your heels, now. Your aching feet are the last thing on your mind as your pussy begins to drip in your panties, and you rub your thighs together for friction. 

“I just wish she’d believe me whenever I do tell her these things. Because I really couldn’t wait to get her home tonight, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her skin, couldn’t wait to rip this dress off and leave it on the floor. She was the only one that could steal my attention tonight.” 

“Is that why you had a scotch with Jared?” you bravely sass, and Jeff chuckles, a little darker than usual which only makes your insides flutter. 

“If I remember rightly, teasing is one of your favourite forms of foreplay,” he smirks, and you pout your lips, hating that he’s right and he knows you that well. “Now if you don’t mind, baby girl, I think I’ve been patient enough tonight,” he growls lowly, bringing his lips to within millimeters of yours. “I wanted to spend the car ride there with my mouth between your legs, but I didn’t wanna ruin your outfit.” 

“Well you can ruin it now,” you breathe out, “Daddy,” you quickly add when you remember. 

“Good,” Jeff growls, his hand twisting into your hair as he closes the gap between you and kisses you fervently. 

You expect him to move it towards the stairs, or maybe even lift you and carry you to your bedroom, but Jeff does no such thing, and after a few moments of making out in the hallway, he begins to guide you backwards, towards the couch in the living room, pushing your back against the tall arm. You're just tall enough to slide your ass onto it, and Jeff’s lips leave yours as they drop to your thighs, and he eagerly pushes your dress up your legs and pulls your panties to one side, placing sloppy, wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart. 

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” you whine, pushing your fingers through his hair and making him chuckle against your skin. 

“I’ve missed that word on your lips,” he groans, biting down on your skin playfully. 

“I’ve missed it too,” you admit, your eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re fucking perfect, look at you. How did I get so lucky, hm?” he hums, and then licks a stripe through your slick, only moaning louder as the taste hits his tongue. 

“Oh shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back in the ripple of pleasure that washes over you at the first sensation between your legs. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, licking another stipe, and another, before sucking your clit between his lips. 

*

He dines on your pussy for what might be hours, and your legs tremble and shake around him when you release your third orgasm onto his tongue, panting heavily as you start to come down from your high, only to feel Jeff’s mouth build it back up once again. 

“Please, Daddy, want your cock so bad, please,” you beg, wearily. 

“How can I resist when you beg so fucking pretty?” he groans, finally standing at full height, unzipping his slacks and fisting out his rock hard cock. You moan at the sight which makes him chuckle, and instinctively your legs widen further as if to invite him in. “Jesus Christ, baby girl,” Jeff growls, his lips and beard still glistening with your slick. “I could make myself cum just watching you like this,” he smirks, his fist slowly moving up and down his shaft. 

“No,” you whine needily, wanting him inside you before he even thinks about ending this. “Want your cock, Daddy, please,” you beg. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, stepping forward. He reaches up and softly wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to look right at him, his cock teasing your entrance. “Do you wanna know what me and the boys talked about tonight?” he asks, and you instantly nod your head, wanting to know absolutely anything he is willing to tell you right now. “I told them how I couldn’t wait to get you home, how lucky I was that out of all the girls there tonight, you were the one I married… I told them how hard you made my cock the second I saw you in this dress this evening,” he tells you. “And d’you know what Jensen said?”

You shake your head, your heart thudding in your chest. “No,” you whine, still desperate for Jeff to stop teasing and push his cock inside you already. 

“He told me he couldn’t blame me, told me I was a lucky guy,” Jeff confirms, a smirk spreading over his mouth. “I couldn’t agree more.” 

The fact that someone else thinks that you’re attractive – someone who is married to someone as perfect as Danneel, no less – seems to do wonders for your confidence, and if you hadn’t already started to lift out of your funk thanks to Jeff’s words tonight, this would’ve certainly done it alone. Jeff seems to choose that exact moment to sink into you, and your eyes roll in pleasure as he hums and whispers about how perfect you feel, and how he never wants to fuck another pussy, how yours is the only one he ever wants wrapped around his cock again. 

His constant praises and brutal thrusts are enough to keep your climaxes coming, over and over again as you desperately try to hold onto your last remaining shred of sanity, but by the time Jeff’s through with you, you’re barely able to move, and your whole body trembles in his hold when he finally pulls you into his lap and strokes your hair as you both recover on the couch together. You smile happily to yourself, feeling so much better than you had been earlier this evening, and maybe it’s the countless orgasms he ripped from your body, but you feel like maybe you could believe at least some of the things Jeff had told you. 

“You were lying weren’t you?” you finally ask, looking up at him. 

“I don’t lie to you, baby girl,” Jeff insists, with no room for an argument in his voice. 

“Jensen didn’t say that,” you tell him, adamantly. 

“He did, actually,” Jeff chuckles. “Actually made me a little jealous,” he admits. “I urm… I know I’m not as attractive as him, and he’s younger, could probably keep up with you better,” he blushes. 

You scoff, sitting up to shake your head at him. “Are you kidding? I was the luckiest girl there tonight.” 

Jeff shakes his head, and you quickly realise that you’re not the only insecure one in your relationship, and you wonder if this is how you make Jeff feel when you say similar things about yourself. 

“Okay, here’s the deal,” you announce. “I’ll start believing you if you start believing me.” 

“Alright, deal,” Jeff nods, smiling softly. “But on one condition,” he adds, which makes you frown slightly. “We bring that Daddy thing back because fuck, that was hot.” 

You laugh and nod your head. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay with that,” you smirk. 

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[cherri-rice]

WASH UP🫧

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(Ben Drowned & Jeff the Killer)

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Ben

I feel when trying to get Ben to wash himself, you’ll have to bribe him into getting in.

Like tell him you’ll buy him a new video game

Or threaten him with no video games

He will definitely throw a fit as he gets in the tub

Baths over showers any day

Makes no sense, (bc of the whole drowning thing)

Will fight so hard to keep his hair dry

Hates like feeling of water in him face

Has like no water in the tub

Has one old rubber ducky and he’s green with antlers

Will have you wash his back

You absolutely HAVE to be in the room with him if you want him to bathe

Has the water BOILING

He uses the color changing tables to give the water a ‘better vibe’

Will eventually give in to washing his hair but will get out right after

Uses one of those towels with a hood

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Jeff

This man rarely ever showers

You definitely have to give him something in return; if you can get him in the shower

Showers like once or twice a month

If it was up to him it would be an annual thing

But it’s not.

He will only make the executive decision to wash himself after a really gruesome day

He will have you shower with him

Not necessarily anything dirty, but wash yourself next to him.

It’s somehow comforting; to know you are still there, and will still be there after his shower

If you are bathing him. Wash his hair for him

Boy does not know how for the life of him

Will try and pull out his Doritos scented 8-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, toothpaste, hair gel, bubble bath, motor oil

Whatever you do. Do Not Use It

Underrated opinion, but I believe Jeff would prefer cold water to hot.

(After the flare gun incident)

I also believe showing or bathing with Jeff is one of the more intimate and more of a bonding activity to do

Doesn’t use a towel

Will be 100% soaking in his bedtime clothes

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DO NOT STEAL OR COPY CONTENT

[montimer]

Jeff as a boyfriend random hc

Warnings:mention of knife,killing

(Its so hard to find a good gif 😭)

He loves to tease you

He will show you his knife collection

Tries hes best to make you smile/laugh

He would gladly kill for you,even if you say it's all good, the person who hurt you wont be feeling so good

Knocks or scratches ur window to scare you a bit hes like let me in pls

If you are playing or watching something on ur phone he will lean over ur shoulder "what ya doing?"

Always sits closly next to you

He usually tries to visit you every night might break down ur window/door if its locked

You want something but you dont want to spend too much money? Its fine he just happend to stolen have one,he will give it to you for a kiss reward

He will stole stuff for you either from his victimes houses or he will even break into shops for you

He can get jealous easyly,he trust you but its others he don't trust. Someone keep on flirting w/ you even if you told them ur taken. He will push you to his chest and pull out a knife "Back off "

Tries to make you something 1.its eatable 2.smt is burning

Loves to hug and kiss you and especially loves it when ur not afraid to do it back

Hes probably afraid of fire so he hides behind you if theres a bigger one

Always makes sure ur doing alr. You can tell him, he'll take care of the problem (even if its not a persons fault he tries hes best)

[deepest-nightmare-expert]

WHOLESOME HEADCANONS FOR EMH BOYS AND A DASH OF PATRICK FROM MLANDERSEN0.

[ Tw /CW mentions of health issues, just general chronic illnesses ECT. and anything that you'd generally expect, from a slenderverse series. Mentions of NSFW self harm emotional distress crying. ]

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Patrick Andersen .

When your having a flare up and need comfort.

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He's seen a couple things, and his own vessel/host body goes through a lot of pain as well so as soon as he sees you struggling to do daily tasks or get up out of bed he knows without a doubt .

↑ you can't hide shit from this man. !

He doesn't say a word watching like a hawk until you come to him, but the second he sees you are in over your head he is right there.

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Need your hair washed but your limbs feel strained ? He knows and will pop up and do it for you if your ok with it.

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Need a reminder to brush you teeth ? Help cleaning your room or doing house chores ? He's right there.

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Will pick you up into his arms when it's all too much, and just sit down on the bed or on the couch just gently holding you and humming a soft tune pulling your hair out of your face and or sitting in silence until your ready to speak.

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He will brush your hair if you need or want him to, and if your having a rough time with getting dressed if your getting too dizzy or are in too much pain to bend over or pull your shirt on or off he is right there without a doubt.

Saying things like "honey it's okay let me help me, please?"

Or "it's okay to ask for help, let me get that for you alright ?"

"Your okay, let me hold you up I got you hon. "

He will just let you cry and gingerly wipe your tears with a bottle of pain meds and water within arms reach .

He's a good caretaker for both you and himself when need be.

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EVAN MYERS.

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He doesn't experience chronic illnesses that have heavy pain, like this so its hard for him to empathize up until he saw you struggling to sit up in bed one day then just laid down and gave up Infront of him from the pain in your spine ...and his heart broke.

He's literally at your beckon call wether you like it or not, always looking up the foods your body needs for nutrients to do with your specific condition.

Helping you with at home physical therapy, making sure you don't over do it.

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Keeps you hydrated and a heating pad on stand by with some pain medicine.

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Always has a warm bath ready when your joints are bothering you with some Epsom salt, and a warm soft fuzzy robe and towel.

Keeps your favorite pillow within arms reach, and makes sure you wear clothes that don't Hinder your physical performances and mobility that they're easy to get on and take off.

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Also gently throws you over his shoulder if he sees you ignoring your bodys need to rest and gently carries you to the couch or bed to lay you down and looks at you like a misbehaving cat with nothing but concern affection and empathy .

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"alright times up, your under arrest. " (Get it??)

Or " cmon cutie, your being laid out. "

Things also such as " nope your comin with me bossy pants. "

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He loves you very much and will often lay down beside you and be a living heating pad for you massaging your achy joints or just holding you swaddled up into his arms resting your head on his chest.

He's protective service dog boy boyfriend .

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VINNY EVERYMAN.

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He didn't get it at first but one day you were doing dishes and got out of breathe, limping to the couch looking guant leaving the water running.

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And then it hit him, you are sick very very sick and after that ? He was always right there within arms reach half the time.

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Always texting check ins and making sure you have eaten and are resting , if he sees you doing a task he asks if you need or want assistance anytime he feels you may need the indication of a offering hand.

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Big soft man cuddles , will hoist you up into his arms and pet your head very gently sitting down on the couch with you and putting on a silly comedy movie you enjoy and getting you some comfort snacks.

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He will not verbally communicate with you, paying attention to your body language and using his own like little hand signals to ask if your ok or a raise of a brow.

This man always makes sure he checks your breathing and movements in case you need more help than he'd first thought or he assumed on first glance.

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When you cry from pain though his body freezes up and his stomach drops but the second he processes your tears he gingerly and quietly walks up to you and holds you gently swaying with you back and forth holding the back of your head in one hand while the other wipes away your tears .

"oh...babe..please let me hold you...I hate when you cry like this.."

"i didn't know it was this bad...why didn't you tell me?"

"here come here let me hold you for a few seconds .."

"come sit down with me okay baby ..? I have you now don't worry your head.."

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He is very supportive he's a silent watcher but verbal when he needs to be the second you need assistance wether it's emotional or physical he is right there.

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JEFF KOVAL

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He works at a hospital so he knows all the right procedures, right there to support you.

Very understanding and accommodating , always makes sure he checks your body up for anything that will need extra assistances .

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Gets accessibility items for you that you need .

Need a walking stick ? He's got you.

Shower chair ? Don't worry bout it it's already there.

Wheelchair ? Boom right here don't have to lift a finger.

Shower step or matt ? You don't even have to ask.

Walker ? Don't even stress he's got you.

Also he has so much access to pain meds or chronic illness aids that he is practically your own personal pharmacist.

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He always is your main support system.

Will also help with physical therapy and find you good referrals to clinics that specialize in your specific needs and conditions.

Will cuddle you and let you touch his fluffy hair for comfort , keep you hydrated and take you on drives or play your favorite music or white noise . Get you your favorite blanket and snuggle up with you no matter what mood he's in he will be right there for you.

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HABIT

He can sniff it out. Will hunt you down and check on you grabbing you into his hands gently and checking over your body anything out of the ordinary he takes you out of order and lays you down in a nest he made for you with your comfort things.

Favorite plushie ? It's in the nest.

Comfort pillow/s ? In the nest.

Security blanket /s ? In the nest.

The hoodies he wears that you always steal ? Right there in the nest fresh clean and soft.

Your favorite socks ? In the nest.

Right beside the nest ? Water your favorite foods , foods for your specific condition your comfort drinks .

On the TV ? You bet your ass he is playing your favorite fuckin comfort show no matter how dumb or good he thinks it is.

Inside the nest ? Heating pad with cat attachments and a habit holding you there with or without your will and petting your hair gently keeping a sharp ass eye on you.

He will not take no as a answer for when your not taking care of yourself and need help.

He will wash your hair wash your body while silently grumbling but be very soft with you sensitive to your emotions just as much as your body.

Similar to Evan he will just yoink you up into his arms wether you like it or not and take you to the comfort nest.

The second you cry he internally panicked he is not used to being a source of comfort but the minute he looks in your eyes and sees what your going through it is his DUTY to take the pain away he's right there at every moment watching waiting and holding you wiping your tears away gently shushing you and whispering very very soft comforting nothing's to you.

Absolutely in arms at the universe for putting this on you but the softest you've ever seen him with you.

He will purr at a attempt to soothe you and say words of affirmation.

"you will be okay ...rabbit , it's not gonna be so bad after long "

"you won't die...i won't let anything get you, its a little pain but your not bleedin yet but the second you do I'll be there alright ?"

"shhh shh your gonna be fine don't worry I gotchta"

"don't waste your tears little rabbit, you'll kick this in no time I know you will your a tough little bastard. "

"It's gonna be okay bunny I know it hurts ..."

He is black cat comfort energy.

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[cr33pyp4sta]

How would the Creepypasta’s react to an autistic reader

This is based on my own experiences and I’d not a general thing that we all experience as all autistic experiences aren’t the same. This may not be accurate with their personalities.

Slender man

He knew about your autism when he took you let you into the mansion

Has a lot of internalised ableism

Tried to keep it slightly quieter

Doesn’t talk a lot so noise is not a problem with him

Jeff

He is an absolute pain

He always will touch you randomly

He will always yell in your ear

He has 100% broke your ear defenders

Will always make sure you get thrown out of your schedule

Toby

He understands how it feels to be treated differently because of a disability

Will protect you from jeff

Will try his best to respect your boundaries

Apologies a lot when his tics are EXTREMELY loud

Is very impressed with how quick you can solve math problems

Ben

If you have a video game related special interest will always be there to talk to you about it

Will accidentally be really loud

Is great to info dump to

Is quite understanding

Doesn’t understand how you stick to such a strict routine

E.J

Is quite understanding

Will let you listen to you info dump

Will tell you some cool biology facts

Is never loud

Doesn’t like physical touch either

Sorry it’s short I have been up for almost a whole day

[creepy-friday]

writing idea: i had a vision….. a vision where… Jane (the killer) stole Jeff’s girlfriend (reader).

like reader is janes sneaky link and they fuck on the low and one day jeff found out.

how would he react? how would the mansion react? O-o

AYYY LMAO I LOVE THIS ONE

The mansion would find out pretty quickly since Jeff has quite the temper

Since the reader is his girlfriend,I believe they have a pretty deep emotional connection.

When I am talking about "deep emotional connection" I mean it.He would joke about other people being "his little girlfriends" but when it came to the reader his tone was serious with a tint of fondness and peace of mind.

His first reaction isn't immediate anger,but rather pure utter shook,standing there with wide eyes as his body froze.

I can see Jeff and Jane having a fight and him disregarding everything he has done to her in the past,making her rage out

"Then why am I fucking your girlfriend?"

"You ain't fucking shit." he spat out,making the mistake of looking at you as your gaze reached the floor.Then he knew.

Jane would have no reaction,she would just cross her arms as her anger drifted away,slowly waiting for the outburst.

10 seconds he didn't say anything,but rather crossed his eyebrows and waited for you to say something.But you didn't.

The shame over the years,the internalized emotions,the utter disgust and hate he had for himself made him forget about the creeps and turned his whole body to you

His voice was shaky at first but then he started to yell reminders about your words,your actions,the way you molded him and gave him a glint of hope inside this hell pit.

He thinks that you're the first one to betray him,and then it's him.He was used to his character and its shitty habits,but you were his only salvation.

He doesn't hurt you,well,not physically,but he's sure to not let any little detail escape his lips accompanied with a few slurs as well

The proxies are the first ones to get out of their rooms,followed by Clockwork who was there for the drama juice

The most disappointed one would be EJ.He doesn't have any friendship with Jeff,but he knows that that was his last relationship.

Ben is also bummed,knowing that for at least a year Jeff won't touch any video game anymore

Nina watches from afar as Liu tries to take control over Sully who just stands there,enjoying his brother's tears

The whole circus ends with Jeff leaving the manor for the night as the others are left to either go back to their rooms,gossip about what happened,or to simply forget about what happened.

After all,maybe he deserved it.He ruined Jane's life years ago,it was only fair for someone to destroy it back-only thing is that the reader did it.Not Jane.

[gothghostiie]

I see you take Yellowjackets requests. Can you do nsfw stuff with Jeff? Literally can be anything. I'm scrapping the bottom of the barrel with content, and I need to scratch an itch.

YES OH MY GOD. I'VE BEEN DYING TO DO SOMETHING PLS

this is what i could come up with from the top of my head, pls bear with me

cw: oral (reader giving), gn!reader

you finally convinced him to let you give him head. you hadn't been dating for long, to him this was far too early - he's a good man he claims. all those morals flew out of the window when you practically begged him to be allowed to suck him off. his cheeks heated up and he stumbled over his words, christ; you'd think a grown man handles this better. but he finally agreed, telling you if you're sure you want it, he'll let you.

so now you're sat between his legs while he's on the couch, drumming his fingers on his thighs nervously. "you don't have to do this, y'know."

"I know. I want to." a shiver runs down his spine when you say that. it's not the first time he's getting a blowjob, not by all means. but with you it somehow feels.. different. he can't place his finger on it but it just.. is. he just nods lightly, taking a deep breath before leaning back and starting to unbuckle his pants, just for you to swat his hands away and do it yourself. his breath is already hitching, cock twitching beneath the thin fabric of his boxer's. the sight makes you grin, makes you want more - so you pull his pants and underwear down slightly, just enough to expose his sex. your eyes widen slightly at the size, you wonder how it'd feel to have him fuck you - but you push these thoughts aside for now. instead you wrap your hand around it, almost agonisingly slowly jacking him off as he already throws his head back.

he wants to ask you to stop because he can already tell he won't last long but he bites his tongue and let's you keep moving, trying to not just immediately explode all over your hands. you look up at him, biting your lip at the sight before you; god he's pretty. you almost want to take him all the way on the spot but you promised yourself to not push further, especially now that he's ready to let you do this. so you lick your lips for a moment before leaning in, trailing your tongue along the vein that runs along the underside of his shaft. he gasps for air, hips twitching upwards lightly, hand almost reaching out to your head but holding back. you're almost sad he pulls his hand back but dont mention it, instead you roll your tongue over his tip, eliciting a gasp from him.

you look at him, trying to make eyecontact, but he knows if he looks into your pretty eyes while you do this he won't be able to hold back at all. so, he settles his head back onto the rest of the couch and stares at the ceiling. the thought of not seeing what you'll do excites him but also makes him nervous - then again what doesn't?

you lean in again, wrapping your soft lips around his hip while one of your hands finds home on his thigh, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. you suck softly, swirling your tongue all over him, he can't help but push upwards as a low groan escapes his lips. you almost giggle, taking it as an invitation that you're glad to take; slowly moving your head down to take more of him. you stop about halfway down, his hips are twitching and he almost wants to scold you for stopping; but all frustrating is forgotten when you start bopping your head up and down, the hand on the base moving along slightly. he grunts, one hand pressed onto his mouth while the other struggles to keep away from your head. you feel the struggle, you almost want to stop and beg him to lead you a little bit, but you decide to not stop what you're doing, hoping he might do it on his own.

you speed up a little, using your tongue as well as you can while your lips wrap around him tighter, he's having a hard time not just cumming on the spot. you slow down as you taste the precum that's seeping out of his tip, stopping to lick it up, savouring the taste and the high pitched moan he gives when you do. in a moment of desperation he looks down at you, your eyes meet his; his cock twitches. "honey.." he whispers, voice shaking. "I can't hold back much longer, I'm so sorry.." you feel like he just hit you with a chair.

"Jeff.." you whisper back, "you don't have to hold back.. I don't want you to hold back.. I want to taste you.." every bit of reservation he had flies out of the window. in a sudden motion he grabs your head with a small bit of force, pushing you towards his cock, soft pleas falling from his lips. you take the hint, giving him teasing kitten lick until he thinks he might go insane - suddenly pushing his tip into your mouth. your eyes widen slightly at the act, unsure if it's dominance or desperation but either way, you'll take it.

your lips wrap around his tip once more, causing him to make an almost animalistic sound, it only gets worse when you starts sucking and running your tongue over it again. he takes a few seconds, his breathing laboured before he quietly chokes out; "watch it.." it sounds more like a threat than a warning when he says it. you look up at him through your eyelashes, a grunt falling from his lips as he makes eye contact, finally cumming all over your tongue.

[scary-lasagna]

Hello!:D i was wondering if you could do Jeff and Ben with a child reader?:0 platonic obvi!^^ but there really mean and stuff but its bc of trauma?:D if not ignore this<3

oh dear, i'm sorry I didn't catch the mean part! I'll be writing a second one with your spare ask don't worry!! :]

Platonic!Jeff & Ben

Ben is like stupidly amazing with kids.

Sally loves him, she thinks he's the coolest in the manor and lets her say bad words sometimes, and even has a tea party once in a while.

Jeff isn't the greatest, and usually has a knack for making small children cry.

So when an orphaned child wanders up to the manor, and they're scheduled to babysit until Slender gets home, they agree to watch you until sunset.

Jeff has absolutely no clue what to do with you, and doesn't even think to offer you a snack or something to drink.

Ben is already returning from the kitchen with little packets of crackers and one of Sally's juice boxes.

Jeff will pick you up and plop you down at the table, sitting next to you and try to make an attempt at conversation.

But again, he's terrible with children, and tries asking you if you've seen the new GTA 6 trailer.

You look at him weird before continue munching on your crackers. You even go as far as scooting away from him a little bit.

Jeff is embarrassed by a 5 year old, but pretends he's not bothered by it. Ben sees right through his facade, and snickers to himself behind a well placed cough..

Ben knows how make you feel more comfortable, asking questions about you, because what else would a 5 year old have to talk about?

Their whole world consists of things that they do, not whatever sport was on TV last night or a new game that's being released, you were too young for that talk. The most interesting person they know is themself.

But no matter how many questions Ben tries to ask, you don't give them a glimpse of information about how you got here.

"So, where were you before you found us?"

"Literally, I don't even know, stop asking me. But today I found a frog and I put him in my pocket, and then I started to play the drums and Roblox at the same time but the frog didn't like it and-"

They agree to take you to the game room so you can mess around with whatever you can get your grubby hands on, whether it be the foosball table, the N64 scattered on the ground, the 30,000 dollar pool table-

THE THIEIRTY THOUSNAND DOALRA-

Jeff is faster than Ben, and swoops you up with a 'nOOoonononono', and you think it's the funniest thing that he's holding you upside down, because you laugh so hard you run out of breath.

And while Ben re-organizes the pool balls back into their neat little triangle, Jeff has fun just swinging you about, finding it amusing how easy children are entertained.

One way up, one way back down, swing you around in a circle like a football, dangle you by an ankle and toss you up to catch you. Like a little rhythm game.

He remembers back to his own childhood, the moments where his parents actually liked being parents, and his father tossing hm repeatedly on the couch, which of course is passed down to you.

"Again!"

"AGAAINN??? UGGHH!"

And you think it's hilarious how he's so annoyed, yet does it anyway. And secretly, he loves it.

And Ben loves watching him love it, like he gets to see a glimpse into Jeff's past that he never wants to talk about.

But eventually, as all children do, you grow tired, and instead of running back toward Jeff, you stay on the couch and curl up to watch whatever is flickering on the TV.

Ben will return with popcorn, and Jeff is sitting on the ground in front of you, showing you how to play this old vintage game called "The Mario Bros." that's only 8 pixels deep in graphics quality.

Ben holds a somewhat bittersweet smile, as he walks over and delivers the popcorn. After some thought he joins in as Player 2, and let's you get the sleep you so much needed.

[darkpeacemusic]

Jeff: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Y/N: But don't you hate yourself. Jeff: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

[sins0fthefather]

Somethin’ Sweet Enough to Taste.

Entry I— J.A.W

The quiet thrill of the crisp autumn air was a luxury appreciated by few. It welcomed the change of pace the quiet town of Northfield held this time of year with open arms. Bound together by harvests, pumpkin patches, and the shrill of passing crows, very few found themselves wanting for much within the confines of their simplicity. It was a settlement that found comfort in the silence of the nights that passed.

Perhaps a bit too much comfort.

The hushed thump of boots traveled their way through the empty streets, noting the frost that had begun to layer the roads. It had never chilled so quickly there in the past. The thought brought a smirk to the lips of the body accompanying the sound, as if it were all too familiar to him. His eyes flickered towards the glazed panes of a nearby café, his gaze lingering on his own reflection for enough beats to satisfy himself. Only then did his attention bother to catch onto the silhouette of the waitress stationed inside, his brow furrowing at the way she swayed while wiping tables.

He had made up his mind long before the bell above the door chimed, clicking along in rhythm with the pace of his boots.

The woman instinctively raised her head at the noise, an agitated huff escaping her before she had even turned around. A late customer or two never bothered her much, but this was ridiculous timing. She struggled to hide the frustration behind her words as she began, “We’re closing—“

“Surely it doesn’t take that long to make one simple fuckin’ black coffee.” The figure interrupted, his sneer hidden behind the surgical mask that covered the lower half of his face. The amusement behind his eyes was evident however, lacking the decency to even pretend his gaze wasn’t dragging along her form. He almost looked disappointed at what was in front of him. He then invited himself to sit at one of the nearby booths, crossing a leg over the other as his fingers tapped against the smooth surface of the table in front of him. The frown that tugged at the waitress’s lips only seemed to earn a snicker out of him.

“Got a name for that order?” The woman reluctantly asked, turning on her heel towards the pot behind the counter. It was hardly fresh, but the mere prospect of drawing another batch made her scowl.

At her question, the figure’s smirk faltered. His gaze only seemed to harden at her tone. “There’s nobody else in here. Is one really necessary?” He leaned back into his seat, a singular hand snaking into one of his jacket pockets.

His question was enough to make her tilt her head back at him, her once sunny eyes only littered with aggravation. One bad review from a customer wouldn’t kill her, surely. A guileful grin played at her expression, “If you want your ‘fuckin’ coffee,’ yes.”

The waitress’s musings were met with a twitch of a brow, a curling of a fist as the man before her sucked back a breath filled with his own colorful insults. Instead, her question waited for a few beats. He seemed almost hesitant, as if considering the option of a fake name to suffice her wager. Soon after however, he seemed to come to his conclusion— one that allowed his solitary smirk to return. “It’s Jeff,” he began as his muscles relaxed, “Surely you can spell that, right dollface?”

His words made the woman’s own self amusement deflate, her grin thinning into a line within the matter of seconds. She was tempted to spell it incorrectly on purpose out of spite as she wrapped the now-full cup up in it’s sleeve. Instead she settled for a cat-scratched ‘Jeffrey,’ fastening a to-go lid up against it. She slid it onto the table between the booths, restraining herself back from letting it hit the wall. “Have a nice night,” She practically forced her words out through her teeth.

While he had planned on reacting with his previous snark, a certain coldness overtook his eyes as he glanced at the name inscribed on the cup’s sleeve. With a slow rise he stood from his seat, his gaze purposefully avoiding the waitress that stood before him. He turned his back towards her, pulling at his mouth’s masked constraints to take a ginger sip at the lukewarm coffee offered to him. As she peered over his shoulder, she squinted.

Was that… blood around his mouth?

Before she could voice her concerns, her previous formalities were met with a rasping response, “I’ll be sure to visit again soon. Don’t miss me too much.” His words ended with a slight snicker, pulling his mask back up around his face. His head turned back to steal one last glance at her, his pale blue eyes saving her face in their memory. Without waiting for a retort his boots thumped against the tile once more, slipping out of the café door much like the shadows that littered the streets.

His mind was too preoccupied on the feel of the blade within his pocket to dwell on anything other than the ‘shining review’ he’d leave his newest doting server.