#creepypasta oc x reader

[raythekiller]

general yandere sfw and nsfw with your new oc pls!! i am already in LUUUUUVVVV

🗒 ❛ SFW And NSFW Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Lane The Lurker

#Notes: I???? DIDNT THINK ANYONE WOULD ACTUALLY REQUEST FOR THEM??? THE SCREAM I JUST SCREAMED

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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SFW

First off, they're already a yandere, don't even have to specify. When they're in love, you're literally everything they can think about. They will do anything you ask them to, and I meant anything, but at a price - they want you to be completely dependent on them. Why would you need anyone else? They can provide you with everything you've ever wanted. Definitely the type to hold your waist as you're out together, glaring menacingly through the mask at anyone who tries to talk to you. Speaking of the mask - they don't wear it as often when it's just the two of you. It's their way of "asking" for kisses by giving you easy access.

Hopeless romantic at heart. I'm talking rose bouquets and cute dates and writing songs about you. The type to show up at your house in the middle of the night and throw rocks at your window, Romeo style. Honestly, I thought about talking about their favorite love language, but the answer is just all of them. Showers you in compliments all the time, gets you all the gifts you ever wanted (how do they even know you wanted some of that? You might not wanna know the answer), SUPER touchy, will do all your chores so you can relax for the day, and the list goes on. They're just infatuated with you.

NSFW

Honestly, they're a little bit of a freak. Major sadomasochist, wants either of you to be covered in blood and bruises by the end of it and doesn't really care who it is. Speaking of, knife and blood kink. Just dragging the blade softly on top of the sensitive skin of your stomach, just enough to make you squirm or holding it against your throat as they're pounding into you. Definitely a switch, so if you wanna be the one cutting them up, they'll be happy to oblige. Also, slap their face, they'll just smile up at you with a cocky and satisfied grin.

Super into praise, mostly giving, and also super vocal in general. Just won't shut up about how good you make them feel and how beautiful you are. Definitely a whimperer, and has the prettiest moans, kind of high pitched and loud and shameless. Also, please, for the love of God, scratch their back while they're fucking you, they love that shit. Plus, you just know they're using that tongue piercing to their advantage.

[skellophrenia]

ᝰ🚬 _( ˃` ⩌ ´˂ ) blaa

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★ i promise I'll draw more proxies soon i js wanted to draw da freaks first nyahaha

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ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 anyways who else goes to steal a pack of cigarettes from your local gas station at 1am only to get followed home by some serial killer bc you reminded him of his little gay emo boyfriend he had before he snapped and murdered his family lol crazyyyy ((he doesn't know dolly n ghost are technically the same "person" yet😛))

[lordprettyflackotara]

american dream || eyeless jack

Your head was tilting off of the coffee table, formed in the shape of an O as Jack plowed into you. Around you was a shattered window, glass shards covering the blood splattered carpet. Outside was a freshly cut lawn, with a white picket fence. A vibrant mailbox and sprinklers gently watering the yard. Family portraits of your victims hung all over the house, the father’s corpse in a terrifyingly managed display on the couch on the other side of Jack. The demon was ravenous as he fucked you, his hands gripping your legs as he held them over his shoulders. Strings of uncontrolled curses left your lips, your vision growing dazed as you were able to see their family portrait hanging over the fireplace.

In an odd way it made you reminisce of something you never had a shot at having, the american dream. Maybe in a different world you and Jack would be husband and wife. You’d have normal colored skin, not ashy gray. You’d have kids of your own, not just an intense primal breeding kink. You’d live somewhere like this, where neighbors brought over pie and kids rode their bikes up and down the street. Maybe you’d both have a dog too. Or a cat. You suspected you’d have both as you relished in your temporary fantasy. Jack would’ve went on to become a surgeon. You’ve would’ve went on to be a lawyer. Successful careers, normal lives. Something you idolized due to it being so unobtainable. You realized as Jack whispered filthy into your ear, a regular animalistic growl boiling in your throat, that this was it. Being railed on top of a coffee table was the best things could get for you two. It was then the wood shattered, falling into pieces as wood chips scattered across the floor. This snapped you out of your daze, your eyes meeting Jacks face. “At least it wasn’t our bed frame this time, right?” You chuckled.

Jack smirked as he made no effort to move, instead purring as he nuzzled himself into your neck. The smell of organs and blood still freshly coated his skin, his sharp teeth sinking into your shoulder. You gasped, his thrust resuming as he fucked you. Although your fantasies of the american dream existed, you found them beyond stale. You had a cannibalistic demon boyfriend who murdered people for fun with you. Then afterwards, he’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Truly, what more could you ask for? You grinned at the realization, your head hitting the carpet as you allowed all worries to evaporate from your mind. You may not ever have the american dream. But you had Jack. And that was better than anything else you could ever have.

[sootrootdoot]

jeff discovers fan fiction lmk if u cant read my hand writing lmfao

ben is like eh its 'fiction' but also because he likes reading them too LMAO

[pink-key]

He is ready to share many of his favorite dishes with you!

[itz-revina]

Jason simps, HEAR ME OUT-

[thediaryofaurora]

𐬿Kinktober - Day 1𐬾

Theme: Bondage / knifeplay

Pairing: Jeff the Killer x friend!reader

CW: NSFW, smut without plot, f!reader

Happy Kinktober everyone! This is my first time writing smut since my Wattpad days, so bear with me. 😓

𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼

After all your past flings and hookups, you needed something more.

The guys you’ve met have all been too vanilla, leaving you unsatisfied. If you know anything, it’s that any of the girls Jeff takes to his room get their shit rocked; or at least that’s what you concluded from the screams and his broken bed frame. You’ve talked to him before, hell, you’d even consider yourself friends. However now, standing outside his door with your fist clenched ready to knock, that feeling of anxiousness is overwhelming. Maybe you should just walk away, but that option is thrown out the window when you hear his bed creek as he sits down. You need this. Finally building up the courage, you finally knock.

Tap tap tap.

It was gentle, maybe he didn’t hear it. Hopefully he didn’t. A wave of relief washes over you at the thought. Right when you turned to walk away, your head snapped back to his door as it opened. He was leaned against the door frame, it was obvious he had just gotten out of the shower. Strange to see him in such a natural state, it made the fantasy of him in your head even more real. Hair dripping, towel dry skin, a black wife beater, gray baggy sweatpants, and the aroma of his soap swirling around your head. He didn’t say anything, just a furrowed brow and confused look, but after noticing your shakiness and nervous glare he knew you wouldn’t be the first to speak.

“What?” His tone was on the brink of harsh, maybe even a little bit worried.

“Can I come in?” Your small, anxiety ridden voice was unusual for him to see. He opened his door wider and stepped to the side. You walked in, your hands still quivering, awkwardly making your way to the middle of his room. He could tell something was off, normally you seemed strangely comfortable around him, it almost made him mad to see you so… uncomfortable.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your gentle voice making the filthy demand sound so innocent. His heart dropped into his stomach, are you kidding? In all honesty, you even shocked yourself. He stood by his doorway in silence, staring at you like you were the crazy one. Softly he shut the door and walked over to you, throwing you over his shoulder and making you let out a small gasp. Before you could think he dropped you onto his bed on your back, knocking the wind out of you. He stood over you, looking down into your desperate gaze. Gently he began to slip of his tank top, his abs almost a shocker to you. It’s not like you didn’t know he was fit, but seeing it now, knowing what’s about to happen is exhilarating. After tossing his shirt to the floor he walked away, heading towards his closet. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but what if he changes his mind? Dragging out a box and digging through it, the silence in the room was so prominent. You thought he’d say more, or have any reaction for that matter. Realistically he was just as nervous as you; what if you changed your mind?

Your eyes widened as he walked over to you, carrying a few feet of dark red rope and two pairs of black handcuffs. You felt disgusting not being worried about what he’ll do, your panties soaking up your eagerness. He took your left arm and handcuffed it to his metal bed frame, then the next. He seemed so unfazed by the whole situation, simply walking to the end of his bed and beginning to tie your legs to either side of the foot board. He needed to hurry up, you need it now. Not even able to run your thighs together, absolutely no source of friction, making you grow impatient.

Walking to his nightstand he opened a drawer, taking out a belt of knives. You did want it rough, but that’s a little far, right? He took out a thin knife with rigged edges, seemingly brand new, before setting the pack back in his drawer. “What are you going to do with that?” You ask, the fear of him stopping no longer relevant. He looked up at you, seemingly surprised that you said anything after your everlasting silence. All he gave you was a smirk before getting on top of you, tugging at the hemline of your shorts. “You like these?”

“Yeah..? I mean they’re..” Before you could finish he took the small knife and cut them off, tugging them out from under you and throwing them to the side. To be fair, even if you had liked them a lot, the sight of him shirtless tearing off your bottoms was worth it. “What about the shirt?” He asked, gesturing to your shirt with his knife, but you knew no matter what your answer was it would get cut. At a loss for words, drowning in desperation, you shook your head. He put the knife against the bottom hem of your shirt before cutting it all the way to the neckline, exposing your lace bra. Then he moved onto the sleeves, cutting each of them until your shirt was nothing but a torn cloth beneath you. As you arched your back just barely so he could pull what remains of your shirt out from under you, he put the knife to your throat. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your chest, you knew he wouldn’t do anything… or at least you hoped he wouldn’t. The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. His nonchalant demeanor completely wiped away, replaced by a desperate, hungry glare as he looked in your eyes, at the knife, and back to you. He’s been wanting this. As fearful as you were, when he slightly moved his hips down to yours his boner was enough to distract you. Gently, so so gently, you began to grind your hips against his, the knife still at your throat. With the restraints there wasn’t much you could do, but you thought maybe if he noticed he’d take over. He gave you a playful look of disgust before a firm hand was placed to your stomach, forcing your hips down. “Use your words, baby.” His voice made your core ache, so horribly turned on that you could barely think. “Please, Jeff… I…”

“You what?” He teased with that dirty look in his eyes. He knows you want this. Slowly he leans down to your chest, dragging the knife across your bra, before setting it down beside you on the bed. Your confusion quickly passed when he began nibbling and placing tender kisses on your neck as he undid your bra, sliding it off of you and throwing it under his bed. The cool air of his room making your warm tits harden, the perkiness enough to make Jeff tired of the foreplay. He stated taking off his sweatpants and boxers, his dick springing out. You expected him to be on the bigger side, but not like that. His tip was already glistening in precum, so excited to be inside you. Looking down at your panties he let out a small exhale, holding himself back before grabbing his knife and shredding them off. The sight of your bare cunt was enough alone to make his length twitch, he was dying to fuck you. He glanced up at you, looking into your needy, desperate eyes. He licked his lips before giving himself a few pumps and scooting closer and lining his tip up with your throbbing pussy. “Are you ready, gorgeous?”

“Yes, yes please.” You sputter eagerly. With how gentle he’s been you expected him to slowly guide it in, maybe even talk you through it. Instead he slammed it all in at once, making you scream. He had already hit your cervix, as much as the sudden stretch hurt, the pleasure overrode it. You had never had someone so big put it in, let alone as rough. After soaking in you for a few seconds he pulled it all the way out, a whimper escaping your mouth. “Too big for you?” He laughed. His condescending tone only made you more horny.

Before you could answer he slammed back inside you, your eyes screwing shut from the pain as you let out a loud moan. This time he didn’t wait to pull out, he was already thrusting back in. His pace was rapid and harsh as he abused your poor, helpless cunt. Your body tensed as you tried to pull away from your restraints, but they wouldn’t budge, making you even more of a sex toy for him. He continued pumping in and out of you at an ungodly speed while digging his fingers into your hips. His panting and grunts grew louder, as he looked down at your tied up form, completely at his disposal.

“Is it good, baby?” He taunted, clenching his jaw as he took in the feeling of your clingy, gummy walls around him. Your head was fuzzy as the knot in your stomach tied, watching him stare into your eyes so teasingly. It was pure euphoria, your clenched cunt being used like this while you’re tied up. You felt your climax coming to a breaking point, your moans and panting making it too difficult to speak. “J-Jeff I’m.. I’m gonna- Ah, fuck!” Your screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room while your cum coated his cock, but he didn’t stop there. He picked his knife back up and positioned himself on top of you, still ruining your pussy as he pressed the knife to your tits and cut little slits into you. Your winces mixed with your moans while he gave you more cuts all of we your chest, ravaging into you and licking the blood away from his previous work. The grip he had on his knife tightened and his mouth fell, his thrusts growing sloppy signaling he was about to finish. Grunting and tossing his knife aside he grabbed you by the neck, pining you even more to the bed, and kissing you roughly as his cum filled your cunt. He rode out his high inside you, his pace slowing down before he pulled out and collapsed beside you.

“Was the at what you wanted?” He panted, trying to use a degrading tone, but you knew he was worried you wanted something more.

“Absolutely.”

𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼

Kinktober Masterlist

Creepypasta Masterlist

[jazjelspen]

ex-girlfriend

jeff the killer x fem! reader

(you've dated Jeff the Killer since high school and have known him for longer. You stayed even after he became who he is now.. but what if you became stronger than him? what if you became a completely new person entirely? and left your heavy-hearted killer boyfriend to rot?)

(notes: took inspo from fanon Jeff but also tried to write him into his own person of course :) will try to be realistic when it calls for it + took some creative liberties in certain aspects too. I also apologize if the characterization of Jeff and others isn't super fitting.. I'm still getting used to how I want to express them and construct them as characters and the world around them.)

(CAUTION!!!: includes dark/serious themes, mention of murder/death, use of cannab1s, slight implications of s3x, toxic relationships, physical abu$3, possible ooc(?) )

(NOT PROOFREAD)

[part 1/2]

you and jeff are a killer duo.

seriously and figuratively.

you two have always been attracted to each other, a connection you two couldn't see but you both knew it was there.

the older and closer you two got, the more you two realized you had more in common than you two initially assumed..

way, wayyy more in common.

but to skip a long origin story short, let me give you some details on how you and Jeff suddenly got separated in the way that you did.

you see, you and Jeff resided at the Slender Mansion.. mostly just to get Slender off your backs due to you guys finding solidarity and a sense of safety in the deep dark forests, far away from home. it kept you two safe from police, as well as anyone or anything else that could be a threat.

of course, the specific area you went into was territory of the thin and tall boss of the forests.. and you would've been dead meat if you two didn't create a sort of alliance with the deity, not exactly proxies yet you two still had to trade something in return for your lives.. the lives and bodies of others seemed to quell Slenderman's hunger quite well.

nonetheless, tonight was one of those nights in which you and Jeff had to find more lives to take, blood to shed.

this night was different though, as Jeff was currently stuck in your shared room after going through a minor operation at the hands of Eyeless Jack, another being that came and left as he pleased.

"You think he'll recover quick?" You perked up as you watched EJ sew in the last stitch in a cut that reopened earlier as he was helping Jeff into your room, cutting up the thread before standing back as you two stared at your injured boyfriend from beside the bed he laid on.

"Not as quick as you may think," spoke EJ, his calm, raspy, and slightly demonic voice sounding monotone as he isn't intending to comfort you in the slightest but just to inform you. "Slenderman's healing properties can only work so fast, the rest depends on his own body's will to repair itself."

"Makes sense, with how much the victim fought back and the cops almost got him by a hair.. " you let out a huff through your nose before crossing your arms over your chest and shook your head slightly. "It has never gotten this bad before..." You murmured before moving away to open the door for EJ to find his way out. "I know you don't usually accept 'thank you's but, thanks. I owe you one for saving his ass."

"Hm." hummed the blue masked being. He may have the form of a human, and sound like one to a certain extent.. but he doesn't have the feelings of one for all you knew. "I'm sure you know how to stitch him up again if another injury reopens, I won't be here the rest of the week as I'll be doing my own business elsewhere."

"Got it.." You opened the creaky wooden oak door to let him through, and he left just as fast as he came in.

Closing the door behind you and letting go of the rusty brass door knob, you sighed in exhaustion.

"Yknow, you've been awfully quiet--"

"Shut the fuck up or I'm going to slice your throat."

Your shoulders dropped as soon as you heard Jeff's empty threat escape his throat. You walked closer to him, your shoes making small thuds and the wooden floors creaking beneath your feet.

"There you are." you cooed, finally hearing him talk after being silent the entire time.. incredibly out of character for him yet you were sure the shame of getting as injured as he is now and having to be 'taken care of' definitely got to him. "I almost started missing you."

"Get my knife, get the rest of your shit, and let's move.. we have people to kill for fucks sake.." Jeff's hoarse voice cracked even further as he attempted to sit up yet the pain coming from his abdomen only caused his nerves his fire up, making him fall back onto the moldy mattress yelping in pain. "You're absolutely stupid for even thinking you're able to go out tonight Jeff." You proceeded to sit on the empty side of the bed beside him, your hand slowly reaching over to gently caress his brutally cut up cheek yet your lover only harshly smacked it away with the back of his own hand. "So.. you're telling me you're going to ignore what I fucking telling you to do?" Jeff groveled and huffed in irritation, if he wasn't so incapacitated he'd probably be pulling you by your arm or hair to get you to do what he told you. "Since when have you gotten so brave, doll?"

"Since I followed you and helped you kill your own family that night." You pulled your hand away, reminiscing the night when your Jeff turned into who he is now.

You remembered how much your heart swelled when you saw him covered in his family's blood, his fresh cut up smile and red inflamed burns across his body and face. You continued to love him just as much as you did before he became so disfigured.

He was your religion, and you followed him in devotion.

"Now, we still have to keep our deal with the big boss right? I'll do your kills for the night, then when your better tomorrow we'll finish up whatever else we have to do.. or hell we can just kill for fun to make it up to you, " you hopped off the bed as you spoke and walked over to a wooden rotting vanity in the corner of your room, with drawers that were unable to close and doors that were hanging by their hinges. Your hand reached over to get an empty crunched up ziplock bag and continued on to walk back to your boyfriend with the object in your hand. "What do you say? I'll even get you some of the good stuff to make you feel better." you spoke lovingly, your hand with the bag grazing over his misshapen nose as he inhaled it deeply with a faint sense of delight. It still lingered the smell of his favorite thing to smoke and get high off of.. aside from your kisses and affection of course.

"Fuck that smells good.." he mumbled before his beady black eyes then suddenly shot up at you with this look of angry hesitation. "This is the only damn time I'm ever letting you out of my sight, make it quick, come back, and if you take a fucking second too long I'll get up and drag you back by your hair myself, got it gorgeous?.."

"You won't even have to bother Jeff." you bent over slightly to give him a quick peck on the lips, but just as much as he was addicted to the green he was also addicted to your warmth, your lips, your presence and self.

You couldn't help but have to suddenly sustain your own body weight by resting an arm beside Jeff's head as his own uninjured arm went to grab you by the back of your head to pull you closer in a deeper, much more passionate kiss.

Hearts beating aggressively in a dark passion that was just as fiery and scarlet as the blood you two would spill on the daily, the faint smell of dried blood, mud, and rubbing alcohol reeked as you two struggled to inhale air with your noises clashing against each other, his aggressive and hungry kisses tasting of iron but also of old cigarettes and booze.

Normally this would disgust any one else that wasn't you, but you liked the way he smelled, how he tasted.. it reassured you that this was in fact Jeff, your Jeff.

Eventually, he would finally let you go by harshly pushing you away in order to break the kiss. He knew that if you stayed any longer he was gonna want you all to himself for the rest of the night, as close to him as you physically could.

"Get out of here and get back, ______. Don't make me wait longer than I have to."

You smiled at him, a sweet and sinister little smile that would somehow always get him hard every time you did it.

"You've got nothing to worry about."

two weeks.

two weeks passed since you disappeared that night.

Jeff recovered the night after you left, but you could imagine the absolute horror and rage he felt when he realized you never came back later that night.

With other residents also living in the mansion, residents with personalities and have bits of humanity left similar to Jeff, you can also imagine the slight wave of rumors to those that knew or noticed the two of you in your years in the mansion. Some say you made a deal with Slender and got to leave, others say that you got kidnapped, that you got brainwashed, caught by police, sacrificed to another higher being, stuck in an asylum or- simply that you died. There were endless possibilities but they all ended the same:

you hung Jeff dry, left his grasp and simply didn't come back.

Jeff would obviously try to get in contact with Slenderman as to know your condition, since he knew that the deity had the consciousness and psyches of every being or person he's made some kind of contact with in his hands.

Although he had to go through one, two, three of Slender's proxies, just to have a word with him somehow.. He would eventually get a word from the big boss through one of his more well known lackeys.

"She's fine, Jeffery. She isn't dead, she hasn't made any deals with him, and she isn't injured to death or whatever." the annoyed and exasperated voice of Masky would echo in the empty halls that the pair stood in, the arms of the mustard-yellow colored jacket would fold over his chest while also being in a sort of stance that expressed the fact that he simply just didn't want to be there.

"Then why the hell is she not back?? Does he know where she could be? If she was kidnapped? If she got arrested or put in a fucking ward?" Jeff yelled in an almost desperate sort of tone yet he would never admit it openly.

"Look, I don't fucking care whether she's alive, dead, stuck in a fucking hole or hell! if she's sucking some other guy's dick that isn't yours! But all I know that is that if she left on purpose he would've already had me or one of the others to get her back, but he hasn't so maybe she's nearby or some shit like that."

Anyone around could see that Jeff was on the verge of reaching over for his knife and cut Masky in half, yet he knew better than to do that to him of all people. "Does he at least know where she is?? I'll get her myself if I have to just give me a fucking address, some place to know where she could be!.."

If Masky wasn't wearing a mask, he'd probably be rolling his eyes to oblivion, irritated beyond belief at something like this even being a problem. "No. But as I already fucking said, if he isn't asking one of us to chase her down and get her back then you shouldn't have to overreact the way you are right now." the proxy proceeded to brush past him without a care, but said one last small thing before he left Jeff's vicinity completely.

"By the way, stop bothering the other proxies about this as we could care less about your girlfriend, just get a new one and fuck off!"

Jeff stood there, trembling in an anger he hasn't felt since the day he attacked his bullies and his brother took the blame for it.

He wasn't exactly reassured, but he also knew that he was very limited and there wasn't much he could do.

But he was restless, so you bet your ass he was going to go look for you even if it was just stalking the streets and killing anyone in his wake.

luckily for him, his waiting would end soon enough.

the week after that, he'd get the news of his life.

he'd been killing all week, killing innocents as he usually did but at a quicker and animalistic pace, he would almost get caught this time by the cops yet again but before his spree could continue he received some news thanks to that cheeky voice that would speak to him through the screens.

he would come back to the mansion, battered and bruised beyond belief. the calluses on his hands split and bled, cuts everywhere all old and fresh, he was ruthless in his murders as well as he was careless.

he needed you to ground him, you were the reason as to why he has even been alive for as long as he has.

his hand seemed to be superglued to the handle of his sharpened knife even as he was dragging his legs towards EJ's basement, where he was led to believe he would find what he was looking for.

He aggressively banged on the metal door with his fist in anticipation, not being able to wait any longer than how much he's already had to. The one to answer the door would be Eyeless Jack as it is his "resting" place in the mansion so to speak.

Once the door opened Jeff would quickly push past EJ not needing to be accepted in the space for him to go in.

"Where is she??" he shouted, his voice boasting in the cold concrete room. "I was told you found her, where the fuck is she?"

EJ would calmly close the door before slowly leading Jeff towards a corner of the large space, where a long, clean-white room divider seemed to hide something.

well, more like someone.

That was when Jeff finally saw you, your limp body laying there and your face had this gentle expression you'd usually make when you were sleeping. Beside you stood Nurse Ann, who was gently cleaning the countless cuts and lacerations you had around your body with several cotton pads and changing gauzes as well.

Jeff's heart fell down to his stomach, he would've started reeling and throwing up if he didn't rush to take a closer look at you only to see that your chest was still rising and falling.

He sighed in relief.

"As you can see, she's alive." spoke EJ as he took a few steps closer, "Nurse Ann found her as she was coming back to the mansion, she found her body laying on the edge of where Slender's territory ends and the rest of forest. She also claims that ______ wasn't there when she left, so she probably appeared a little later that same day."

Jeff's hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch your face with the back of his hand, yet hesitated slightly when his hand could almost feel the warmth of your skin.

But that's when he took a minute to really take in the rest of your appearance.

Your entire body even your face was dirtied in dried mud and soil, your fingernails were dirty and chipped, your arms and cheeks were decorated in scratches and cuts of various sizes, and your clothes.. seemed to have been replaced with a clean hospital gown and your missing shoes were replaced by socks.

EJ continued on, "And so you don't go attacking me, Nurse Ann changed her clothes. According to her they were tattered and beyond repair, and that they were completely soiled in blood."

"Blood?" Jeff spoke up in slight concern,

"The blood wasn't hers."

[tipsynight0]

The taste of love

Paring - eyeless jack x female reader

Word count - 800

synopsis - two year anniversaries are special, and (y/n) wants to make it memorable.

TRIGGER WARNING - cannibalism, body horror, gore, consumption of organs, mature themes you've been warned.

Authors note - aha what, no i totally haven’t posted almost everyday what are you talking about ahaha <3

Candles flickered gently, casting soft shadows on the red tablecloth, while the dimmed basement lights created an intimate, almost eerie atmosphere. Everything screamed romance—except for the hidden edge of something darker. It was their two-year anniversary, a moment (Y/N) had been planning for weeks, and it had to be perfect. Every detail mattered. She scanned the table, ensuring every plate, every candle, was in its place. Tonight, she had a gift for Jack that he would never see coming. A surprise crafted just for him.

Her eyes darted to the clock, nerves fluttering in her chest. A pang of hunger shot through her, sharp and unsettling, but that wasn’t the only pain she was feeling tonight. She adjusted her white long-sleeved top, feeling the tightness of her skinny jeans against her skin. Her hair was curled, light makeup accentuated her features, and though she knew she’d overdressed, she couldn’t help it. Jack deserved this night.

Finally, the door to the basement creaked open, and quiet footsteps descended the stairs. Jack’s hand brushed the wall as he reached the bottom, his senses heightened, inhaling the air thick with the scent of (Y/N)'s perfume.

“Y/N?” his voice rasped as he stepped forward, following the scent toward her.

"Happy anniversary," (Y/N) whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing soft kisses against his mask. Beneath it, she could feel his smile. He slowly lifted the mask, revealing just enough to kiss her back, his lips firm and hungry.

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," he murmured against her lips. His hands traveled down to her lower back, pulling her closer. She smiled, taking his hand and guiding him to the table.

“I put out some candles, plates, and I cooked your favorite,” she said softly, eyes flicking nervously over the setup.

Jack grinned as he removed his mask, setting it on the side table. "Yeah? You went out and harvested some kidneys for me?" he teased, taking a seat and watching her every move.

(Y/N) chuckled, a grin tugging at her lips. "How about you go first with your gift? Mine’s almost ready," she said, her voice soft with excitement.

Jack shifted in his seat, pulling out a small photo album and sliding it across the table. "It's stupid, but Jane and Nina said girls love this kind of stuff," he mumbled, looking sheepish.

(Y/N) opened the album and immediately smiled. Page after page of memories—grainy snapshots of their time together. The time they went camping and pushed Jack out onto the lake on an air mattress, her trying on his mask and posing for sexy photos. Each image was a piece of their strange but beautiful life together.

“Thank you,” she whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. Jack’s eager grin remained as his attention shifted to the delicious smell wafting from the oven. The scent was rich, meaty, and unlike anything he’d experienced before.

"I’m not the best cook, but I followed a recipe," (Y/N) said nervously as she placed the plate before him, carefully presenting her creation.

Jack leaned in, sniffing the dish. It was kidney, no doubt. His gaze softened, and he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “It means a lot that you went out, got it yourself, and even prepared it,” he murmured, kissing her hand softly.

(Y/N) smiled, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Just eat it,” she urged, her breath hot against his skin.

Jack cut into the kidney, taking a slow, deliberate bite. The taste was rich, tender, the red wine sauce enhancing the savory flavors. "This is amazing," he mumbled, licking his lips. “So fresh, too.”

As he ate, his hand wandered to her waist, tracing along her stomach. (Y/N) flinched slightly as his fingers brushed over something unusual. Stitches.

Jack’s brow furrowed in confusion. He tugged up her shirt, revealing a series of carefully sewn stitches across her abdomen. His heart raced as he realized what he was seeing.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” he asked, his voice thick with concern as his fingers traced the rough stitching. It was exactly where one of her kidneys should have been.

(Y/N)’s gaze met his, a soft smile on her lips despite the pain in her eyes. "You always said you wanted to taste me. Happy anniversary."

Jack's heart pounded in his chest, the gravity of her gesture sinking in. She had given him a piece of herself—literally. For him, for their twisted love. His hand trembled as he pressed a soft kiss to the tender skin of her abdomen, right above the wound.

"Happy anniversary," he whispered, voice thick with emotion, knowing no gift could ever compare to what she had just given him

[crystalgastles]

Jeff after becoming close with anyone because he’s an absent father at heart

[raythekiller]

I’m happy to be apart of the family!! I’ve chosen 🫧anon btw, because who doesn’t like bubbles :)

my little request is the creeps or proxies and how they’d be helpful during that lovely time of month, because me and my cramps need some comfort while I crave 🤯. Of course you’re welcome to add our favorite boy, lane.

again, please to join this community of anons!!

-🫧anon

🗒 ❛ Reader On Their Period ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Lane The Lurker

#Notes: sry it took a while to answer this one ive got over 40 asks in my inbox-

pronouns used: none, gn! afab! reader

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

This piece of shit jerk will most likely be grossed out by it, like he doesn't come home covered in someone else's aids infested blood on a daily basis. "But it's different!-" yeah yeah, sure thing, Jeffrey. Will at most throw you a heat pack, but from a distance, he doesn't want to get cooties or whatever it is that you have.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

Again, he died when he was about twelve, I doubt his parents gave him the talk™ before he hit the shits. After you explain it to him, he's mortified. Will actually act like you're dying. If you show any signs at all of being in pain he'll rush you over to EJ whether you like it or not, but when you're fine he just tries to help distract you with videogames.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

He's used to it because of Lyra, so he knows what to do. Steals any product you might need, like snacks, tampons and pain killers and gives you lots of cuddles. Also gives you a warm blanket and rubs your stomach whenever your cramps get a bit much. Deadass treats you like royalty.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

Come on guys, he's a doctor, he knows his shit. If you're in pain he'll make you a medicine cocktail that will get rid of issues you didn't even know you had. Though he's not the most physically affectionate - you'll have to ask if you're needy and want attention. If you do manage to cuddle him, it actually helps with the cramps because of how warm he is.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Assuming you're dating, he's actually a lot more gentle with you during this time of the month, knowing you can get a bit moody. Makes sure you always have enough tampons and pain killers. Might even give you a massage if you ask nicely. Feels bad about seeing you in pain, so he might take you to EJ as well if it's a bit much.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

Did you know orgasms help with period cramps? It's true. That is his first suggestion when you complain about being in pain and you're not totally sure whether he's kidding or not (he's not). Overall, like Toby, also steals any supplies you might need and cuddles you if you need some attention, finding you cute when you're needy like this.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Lane The Lurker

They take care of all your chores so you can just lay down and relax. Cleaning, cooking, laundry, they've got it all covered, you just lay there and look pretty. Cooks you your favorite food and puts on your favorite movie for you to watch while you both cuddle under the covers. Hates seeing you in pain, so they rub your stomach as well to try and help you feel a bit better.

[lordprettyflackotara]

red sex || jeff the killer

Red.

It was everywhere.

There was no escaping the dreaded color, red staining every inch of your body. Jeff was connected at the hips, the crimson paint staining his pale skin as well. Your killer had just returned from a successful venture, only to find you withering in pain from period cramps. Being on an emotional high, seeing you curled up in a ball just wouldn’t do. You blamed and thanked Eyeless Jack for putting the idea of period in Jeff’s head. It brought together two things he loved the most, fucking you and blood. You were sure Jeff had potential in being a vampire. Your legs dangled over his shoulders, his large hands gripping your ankles as he fucked you. Bloody handprints made rings around them, a sadistic grin curling up Jeff’s lips.

“Look so fuckin pretty like this doll. We should just bathe you in this stuff,” Jeff huffed, licking his lips. Your blood and his victims blood mixed together well, the two of you staining everything you touched. Your light colored sheets were now stained, your body too hooked on the pleasure Jeff was providing you to put up too much of a protest. His cock abused your g spot as he fucked you into the mattress, your hormonal pain temporarily subsided as Jeff used you like his own personal pocket pussy. “Believe it or not doll you’re tighter than usual,” He chuckled darkly, glancing down. You both watched as his cock re-entered your cunt time and time again. A ring of red coated his shaft, your juices and period blood mixing together to create the best lubricant known to man. You gripped onto his blood soaked hoodie, droplets of the crimson running down your palms and wrist. “Jeff, holy shit-” You sputtered, your eyes screwing shut. It was as if your senses were heightened, each thrust deliciously over calculated causing the best pleasure imaginable. In the nasty freak fashion that was your killer boyfriend, he licked up the side of your leg as he fucked you mercilessly.

“Feel that good huh?” Jeff boasted, grinning like a mad man. He could feel how close you were. You were always so easy to make cum. Whether Jeff was that skilled or not he didn’t really know, but it’s not like it mattered anyways. He’d tell himself he was, just to ensure his ego was still at large so he’d make you cum at least three times per session. You were about to hit orgasm one, Jeff bringing himself closer to you. He nibbled at your neck as he abused your core, your folds turning red and puffy from his abuse. “You’re always so cute after you cum the first time, shakin’ and shit,” Jeff chuckled, feeling you milk his cock. Your vision went white as you came, your legs shaking by his head. The killers permanent grin grew larger, watching your body attempt to come down from its first orgasm. He stroked your face, smearing some blood on what clean parts of your skin still remained.

“You look so cute, covered in blood and cummin’ like that. Let’s make you do that again.”

[mineralboa]

i wanna (play) fight w/ jeff so bad,, have some very quick doodles i did in an attempt to get it out of my system lol

[pink-key]

TOBY THIS OCTOPUS DOESNT BITE I promise she is the cutest octopus in the world or a squid Idc she wants the hug

[itz-revina]

He's so fcking attractive, I cantttt

[luc1dw0rld]

I feel like I’m the only one who likes the pregnancy trope in romance books

Especially when it’s monster x reader

The instinct the monsters have are just 🤌

my search history consists of me trying to find werewolf books with nesting

or any creature

just when they listen to their instincts 🤌