#ej’s oc

[yippeearchives]

i FINALLY made a dbz oc!!

not a warrior but a mechanic to the frieza force:)

Squash happened to remain on the ship during the explosion of Planet Vegeta (age 16 at the time) and proceeded to stay with the Frieza Force until Namek.

[angrytyrantgentlemen]

stupid little shitpost with my oc and Jack

[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

[st33l-0f-b4s3]

[creepzkilla]

↳˳⸙;; ❝ EYELESS JACK HC'S! ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗

NSFW. warning— female genitals, overstimulation, marking, biting, somno, oral

LETS BE FR, THERES NO HOLDING BACK—

hes a demon and a slasher, Jack has natural anger issues and needs to vent it somehow. so when he sneaks into your room with you only in your night gown, he can’t help but wake you up and get busy. he won’t go easy on you either and will certainly have trouble going back to sleep.

Overstimulation— he’s on demon time 24/7 so when he beating that pussy up you best believe he’ll go till your shaking

Marking— specifically biting— his teeth are made for tearing into flesh… he fucking loves seeing you covered in bite marks

Somno— he wants you 24/7, he just can’t help yourself even when your half asleep… so with your permission he’ll gladly help wake you up

Oral (fem receiving)— he loves eating your pussy. you could choke him with your thighs as you struggle to keep them open— and he’d die happy.

FUCKING YOU SOFT ISNT AN OPTION—

hard, fast, slow, whatever you want just not soft. EJ’s strokes are more erratic there isn’t a set pace to them. he’s horny 24/7, you can’t except him to go soft on you. he gives you 110 percent every time, whether you like it or not.

EJ HAS A PERFECT DICK—

6-7 inches, slightly curved, with a dark gray tip. it’s pretty too with a thick vein running across the base that’s all too sensitive. there’s a high probability that he would get his dick pierced. specifically his tip. he would do it himself too. drunk EJ + horny EJ + a piercing kit = happy accidents. who knows maybe he’ll pierce you if you ask nicely?

[adaki]

Art of my creepypasta oc I did today :)

[havenroyals]

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[ehlnactila-journal]

A huge victory for my shading skills. The shadows on the floor don't really make any sense, but I don't care. The next task is to put this together with coloring, and then I'll be a real artist! The narrative behind this piece is a few lycanthropes witnessing someone experience it for the first time, most likely a recently-bitten friend. I have little story beyond that, but perhaps it'll be expanded someday. I'm slowly becoming a furry artist because all the other things I'm into are dying or dead, and this is the only community that still has lots of stuff going on. Though, I suppose Transformers still has pretty good momentum...

[xalsirarts]

Jeff being "taller" than Jack for once

[sharp-silver4795]

Creepypasta Mansion HC’s

Ok, I figured yall need to know my “au”(?) for creepypasta if we gonna keep doin this.

Once again, I’m gonna put headers and color codes. There are no warnings necessary.

Color code is by the amount of work each section has to do.

None >> Least >> Decent >> too much

Housing [General]

So I’m a bit conflicted on how I think about “mansion”- either the “traditional” idea of the mansion, or (my more main version) ⬇️

I can see it as “the mansion” is an area of land, and not an actual building. Each of the creeps are grouped in different ways to live together in groups of 3-4. I tend to lean towards this one. So, for these HCs I’m gonna stick to this version.

“The Mansion” is divided into four main sections:

True Mansion: the actual mansion. Only the Slenderman/Operator resides here.

Inner Mansion: the smallest occupied area of the mansion. That being said, it has no divisions. This is reserved for most of the Proxies.

Mid-Mansion: The largest collective area of the mansion. It has four divisions. It is the most occupied.

Outer-Mansion: The largest complete area of the mansion. Has no divisions. Has the least amount of occupants.

The rest of my head cannons are going to be sorted by these areas of the mansion. The true mansion will not be included for obvious reasons.

Inner Mansion

Occupants: Rogue Proxy, Wilson the Basher, Kate the Chaser, Masky, Hoodie, Kat Hunter, Neon Spike (OC)

One cabin with two levels. The girls are on the lower level, the boys are on the second.

They have the least amount of work due to no one actually being able to get that far into the mansion grounds.

Mid-Mansion: Game Freaks

The far western section of the mid manor.

Occupants: BEN Drowned, Lost Silver, Herobrine, Dark Link, Glitchy Red, Sonic.EXE

It has one cabin with only one level, but they’re share rooms.

Mid-Mansion: Circus Freaks

Eastern most area. It actually has two cabins due to disputes between certain individuals

Despite being called “Circus Freaks” not all of them are based on a circus.

Southeast Occupants: Laughing Jack, Jason the Toymaker, Candy Pop

Northeast Occupants: Laughing Jill, Doll Maker, Candy Cane

Out of all the sections of the mid mansion, they have the least amount of work.

Mid-Mansion: Outsiders/Defensive Rebellion

So, backstory: there are two parts of the mansion called the “Rebellion”. This is because they don’t exactly “fit” with other creeps. They’re wildcards, if you will.

Called “Defensive Rebellion” because they are at the second North and South Levels.

There are two cabins, one in the north and one in the south.

Northern Occupants: Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Nathan the Nobody

Southern Occupants: Puppeteer, Clockwork, X-Virus

I will probably make a separate HC post for the proxies to explain why X-Virus is here.

The North does nothing. The south has a good bit on their hands though.

Outer-Mansion/Offensive Rebellion

Alright. The largest area of the mansion without divisions.

It has one cabin, and four occupants: Ticci Toby, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, and Liu Woods. (I refuse to call him Homicidal Liu it just sounds weird.)

They have the most work due to this being the first area of the mansion.

But they paid the big bucks 💰💰💰

They kind of solo the different areas of the OR.

Toby takes the Northeast + East, Jeff takes the Northwest + West, EJ takes the southwest, and Liu takes the southeast.

Other Stuff

To the south of the mansion grounds there is a highway that is right next to the city.

That being said, the south of the mansion is usually how people get in.

The mansion isn’t really big into fighting Zalgo and shit, they just protect the grounds for the most part.

Well, I hope ya liked this one. Sorry that my posts are really long, I just try to be thorough-

[0o-moonwitch-o0]

Eyeless Jack aka Jackson is getting a small update for my au! Making him into a plague doctor from the 17th century! Im still thinking if i wanna change his outfit or not, tbh i do, but atm nothing is hitting right for me so i havent changed it yet-

Hes still gonna be a doctor who was killed by a patient and then his body was experimented on. His powers consist of umbrakenisis and plague contamination

[shititsarobyn]

Look at these freaks (affectionate)

[angrytyrantgentlemen]

Arane and EJ - finished!

[justmelunaa]

Jeff x Lilith (oc)

My babyssssss

[nokk0]

(Sorry about this I’m trying to get over the social anxiety I suffer if I try to send an ask. You liked to of my posts, so I thought I’d try with you first. Sorry if something here is wrong or if this seems weird—)

A floating figure seems to wander aimlessly until it floats towards you. Looking closer at it, it appears to be a teru teru bōzu (weather doll). Do you try to talk to it?

(ONCE AGAIN SORRY IF THIS SEEMS WEIRD. I feel shaky trying to press the ‘ask’ button doing this.)

A high-pitched and fearful voice called to the Teru teru bōzu. The origin of said voice is a Waddle Dee who was hiding behind a hat and a starry red scarf

"Uhm... Do you... Want to talk...?"

(introducing my sona Dee~ Nokk0... Yeah, i'm not good with names...)

[x-endangere-d-x]

realized I never posted this. (not necessarily a ship, Wasp is just a man of science and curiosity.)