#jack/female!OC

[ninjaart-fan]

Part 4

The boys are in for a bitter surprise... Crowley better watch his back when the Housewardens discovers what he's done.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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[nobitchs-world]

What people think I mean when I say I like white boys:

What I actually mean:

[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.

[yawnderu]

Since you love the big man so much so imagine after he has fucked you full of his cum he eats you out then kisses you so you can taste yourself and him while also giving you his cum to swallow while droplets roll down your lips and chin before he gets the run-off on his fingers so you can suck it off

Sorry if this makes no sense but I have thoughts after you kept encouraging me

Your hands go down to grip a fistful of his curly red hair, his low groan vibrating all over your fucked-out cunt, way too sensitive to stand the way his long tongue laps at your cunt like the greedy dog of a man he is, not a single ounce of care on the way he's licking his own cum, his large hands gripping your inner thighs to stop you from squirming so much despite your whining.

“Please...” You're not even sure what you're begging for, knowing fully well that he could eat you out for hours, his stamina matching his behemoth height, yet relief is painted all over your face the moment his hungry lips let go of your sensitive cunt, his large body resting comfortably on top of yours, his half-chub resting against your thigh.

Your breath hitches the moment his lips meet yours, a thick mix of his cum and yours taking over your senses as his tongue wraps around yours, his hands desperate to grasp every single inch of your body no matter how sensitive it is after he fucked you.

Your greediness matches his, the grip on his hair tightening only to hear a whimper come out of the 7’11” beast of a man, his size a sheer contrast to how needy he can be. He's a messy kisser— too much tongue and not enough self-control, pushing himself to break away just to admire you. The thin layer of sweat covering your face, your lips glossy with the mix of body fluids, and the droplets of cum that managed to escape your parted lips, slowly rolling down your warm cheek.

His index and middle finger come together to gather the hot, thick fluid just to bring it back to the place it escaped from, the corners of his lips tilting up into a cocky smirk the moment your lips wrap around his thick fingers, sucking them clean with no hesitation. He can feel the blood rushing down to his large cock, your legs parting out of pure muscle memory in a quiet display of acceptance, ready for another round despite the growing ache between your thighs and what you're sure is a bruised cervix.

>I'm so obsessed with Ozzie's OC Jack-Pot so I had to. Thank you for listening to my daily rambles about wanting to get him pregnant even when I have a pussy. HBJEFJHBEFJHB 💗💗💗

[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

[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."

[the-offside-rule]

Jack Doohan (Alpine) - Timezone

Day 15 of Christmas

Prompt: Christmas in Different time zones

25 Days of Christmas

Christmas morning was quiet in Switzerland, soft snow covering the ground outside as Y/n woke up, stretching beneath the warm blankets. Her phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with a notification. She reached for it, her heart fluttering as she saw the familiar name.

Jack: Happy Christmas, love! Couldn’t wait to open the present you got me, but I held strong. Hope you’re having the best morning!

She could picture him back home on the Gold Coast, the sunshine spilling through the windows, a world away from the frosty air outside her window. A smile spread across her face as she typed out a response.

Y/n: Happy Christmas, Jack! Just woke up to your message. I’m about to head downstairs to the family for presents. Talk soon!

Putting her phone down, she threw on a cozy jumper and headed downstairs, where her family was gathered around the tree, mugs of hot chocolate and coffee in hand. The house was filled with warmth radiating off the fireplace, laughter, and anticipation. They began opening presents, passing gifts around the room one by one. Amid the cheerful chaos, Y/n noticed the neatly wrapped gift with her name on it, resting at the foot of the tree where she left it when she got to Switzerland. Before the couple parted ways for Christmas, they switched gifts, both promising not to open them until they were both awake on Christmas Day, which for Jack was tortue considering he was ahead in time. She picked it up, her eyes catching a small note on top in Jack's familiar handwriting: Call me first.

Excited, she slipped away from the bustle, stepping onto the balcony for a little privacy, and dialed Jack’s number. He picked up almost immediately, grinning wide with a Santa hat perched on his head, the bright Australian sun glowing behind him. "Good morning, gorgeous!" He beamed. "I’m calling you live from sunny Australia, where we’re getting the Christmas barbecue ready. Mum insisted on the Santa hat." He said, leaning the phone onto a glass. "Good evening to you then!" She laughed, savoring the warm familiarity of his voice. "Alright, I’ve got your gift here. Opening it now?"

"Yes, ma’am! Go on, I’m dying to see if you like it." She unwrapped the package carefully, her heart racing as the paper fell away to reveal a stunning collection of delicate jewelry; dainty earrings, a silver bracelet with tiny charms, and her favorite chocolates nestled between each piece. She gasped, speechless. Jack’s face softened as he watched her reaction. "I wanted my girl to feel like a princess, especially when you’re back in the paddock next season. You deserve it all." Her eyes sparkled as she looked back at him. "Jack, this is perfect. Thank you. Now, you better open yours!"

Jack chuckled, carefully unwrapping the gift he had stashed under the tree for the last two weeks. Inside, he found the watch he’d been eyeing for months, now engraved with his initials. This particular watch caught his fancy as it had two clocks on it that you could adjust to whatever time you wanted, so he figured if he were to ever get it, he would put Gold Coast's tome and Y/n's Timezone, just so he knew when to check in eith everyone when he was away. Beside it lay his favourite cologne, a scent she’d always loved on him. He shook his head in disbelief, letting out a low whistle. "Y/n, this is unreal!" His voice was filled with surprise. "You didn’t have to do this; this is way too much."

"Just a little something to keep you on time for once." He smiled warmly. "Well, I think I’ll be wearing this every single day now." He held the watch up to his wrist, grinning before looking back at her. "Alright, Santa, are you coming with me to start breakfast?"

"For you? Always." He laughed, switching the camera as she brought him into the kitchen, setting up her phone so they could chat while she made breakfast alongside him. They laughed and swapped stories of past Christmas mornings, his voice a soothing presence as she cracked eggs and flipped pancakes, the sound of sizzling meat drifting over from his side of the world. He talked about the barbecue his family was setting up and promised to save her a spot for next year.

Eventually, with plates ready and family members starting to call him over, Jack sighed. "Guess it’s time I head back to them, huh?" She nodded, the pang of missing him catching up to her again. "Alright, I’ll let you get to your barbecue." She said, blowing him one last kiss. His face softened, eyes warm. "Merry Christmas, Y/n. I love you."

"Merry Christmas, Jack. Love you, too." They ended the call, both hearts full despite the miles between them. Throughout the day, their phones buzzed with updates and photos, each small moment bridging the distance and bringing them closer as they shared their Christmases across time.

[veryberryjelly]

lazy day with ethan landry <3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[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?

[aviscarrentals]

Yelp • Chapter 1 ls2

masterlist previous chapter next chapter

words: 1.5k

warnings: cursing, implied off"screen" deaths, injury/blood, implied character death

notes: this first chapter is mostly just exposition (and a little sad i know), but at the very end you get a sneak peak of the action before everything turns totally cray. (there will be more defined logan x parker in the future chapters as well.) parker is supposed to be the "reader" character. i decided to use a gender-neutral name instead of y/n because that's not my thing. she/her pronouns and feminine descriptions are used, but her gender is not a major plot point at all, so you can totally still read this imagining parker however you want. i hope you enjoy!

“God, it’s so weird just going right back to school like nothing’s even happened,” Parker started.

“Yeah,” Logan agreed. “Five fucking kids are dead, but science! Calculus! English!” he finished mockingly.

“Well, four,” Oscar corrected him, Lily nodding along.

Logan let out a large exhale and nodded. “Crazy he survived that shit considering how fucked up the rest of them were.”

“Well, you know what they say about quiet kids,” Arthur chimed in. The other five immediately turned to look at him in confusion.

“What?” Fred questioned incredulously.

“What?” Arthur demanded. “They’re like actually really cool and badass and stuff.”

“Huh?” Logan inquired with a furrowed brow. “I thought the thing was that they’re like… kinky and shit.”

“Mate, what the fuck?” Arthur responded defensively. “Why would I say that?”

“Well, that’s like the thing people say,” Logan bickered. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but I’ve never heard anyone say that in my entire life.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Arthur retorted, making them all burst out into laughter for a brief moment before they all returned to a somber silence when they remembered the conversation that led them here in the first place.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you to class?” Logan pressed, his pleading tone making it obvious that he was asking for his own sake instead of his girlfriend’s.

“No,” Parker laughed him off, pushing his chin off of her shoulder and his arms from around her waist. “The health room is all the way on the other side of the building. You’ll be late. Again.”

“Yeah, well-” Logan began to protest before his newest complaint was interrupted by a loud crack behind him that made the both of them jump. They turned around to see Zhou Guanyu staring back at them guiltily.

“Sorry,” he started to apologize “I just dropped-”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Logan interrupted, as Parker reached down to pick up the textbook that fell from his locker.

“Thank you,” he said with a shy smile when she handed it back to him.

“No problem,” she reassured him, returning the expression. “It’s the least I can do, especially considering…” She trailed off, instead gesturing to his left arm which was fully encased in a sling.

After a moment of awkward silence, the girl spoke up again. “Um, what class do you have next? I can help you carry your things,” she offered.

“Bio,” he answered, “but it’s alright,” the boy quickly added. “It’s not far, I wouldn't want you to go out of your way-”

“No, that’s perfect,” she interrupted. “I’ve got psych first period, so I’m headed to the science wing too,” she explained, lifting the heavy load from his hands, right as the morning bell rang.

“Alright,” Logan said, leaning over his girlfriend’s shoulder to give her an instinctual kiss on the cheek. “I better get going. If I’m late to Mrs. K’s class one more time I think she might beat me to death with one of the CPR dummies.”

Parker immediately bore her eyes into her boyfriend’s soul at his word choice, the poor boy not remembering his audience until the words had already left his mouth. Looking like a deer in headlights, he simply turned around and scurried off.

“Sorry,” Parker apologized once she turned back to Zhou, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” he said, chuckling.

“Shit, we better get going or we’ll be late too.”

“You guys know Zhou, right?” Parker asked the group in front of her as she led the incapacitated boy to her customary lunch spot under the oak trees in the school courtyard. The two were met with a chorus of “yeah”s and welcomes.

“I hope it’s okay that I sit with you guys today,” he asked timidly.

“Yeah, great to have you, man,” Liam assured him as Lily reached across the table to relieve Parker of the extra lunch tray.

“Didn’t we have trig together last year, mate?” Dennis piped up to ask him.

“Um… I’m not sure. I don’t think I would recognize you in class,” the bashful boy responded, leading to a roaring bout of laughter from the crowd.

“Goddamn! He got your ass, Hauger,” Jack said through a fit of childish giggles.

As the conversation continued, Parker couldn’t help but notice that one of the usual members of their crew was missing. “Hey, babe,” she said as she nudged her boyfriend’s rib to get his attention.

“What?”

“Where’s Paul?” she asked, concerned. “He said he was coming to school when I checked in on him yesterday,” the girl recalled.

“Yo, Bearman,” Logan called quietly to the younger boy sitting across from them.

“What’s up?” Ollie questioned, eyebrows raised.

“Have you seen Paul at all today? Did he change his mind about coming in?”

“No, he’s here,” Ollie informed the couple. “I think he probably just wants some time to himself right now. Usually…” he trailed off.

Parker and Logan nodded in understanding. Usually Paul wasn’t the only Aron present at the lunch table.

“How are you holding up?” Parker inquired, giving the boy’s hand a gentle squeeze. Paul had lost a brother, but Ollie had lost the next best thing. His best friend. “I’m alright, thanks for asking,” he replied a little too quickly, flitting his eyes away from the couple before abruptly turning to rejoin the ongoing conversation to his right.

Logan and Parker shared a sad glance, but decided it was better to leave the boy be. Paul probably wasn’t the only one who needed space.

“So,” Arthur’s voice rang out, gathering everyone’s attention. “We’ve got Wednesday off, what say you all we hang at my place tomorrow night.”

“OMG! Sleepover!” Jack shrieked in a high pitched voice, eliciting a few snorts from the kids surrounding him.

“Shut up, Doofus,” Arthur shouted at him playfully.

“That’s not my name, Lecdumbass,” the other boy snapped back, overdramatically rolling his eyes in jest.

“Anyways…” Arthur hollered over his friends’ audible amusement, attempting to gather their attention again. “Is everybody in? You too, Guanyu,” he clarified, to which the meek boy simply nodded, much to the others’ delight. “Awesome!”

As everyone else agreed to the plan, Jack interrupted once again. “Can’t. My parents have been totally freaking out over all this shit. You know how they are. So, unfortunately, the only party I will be attending is Doohan family game night hosted at 15 Fairview Road. Sorry, gang.”

“Well, hope you have fun playing Scrabble with Mummy tonight,” Liam teased.

“Yeah,” Dennis joined in sarcastically, “maybe if you’re lucky she’ll let you have a scoop of chocolate ice cream too. With sprinkles!”

“Alright, fuck you all, I’m out of here,” Jack countered, beginning to gather his things in perfect unison with the end-of-lunch bell.

“Bye-bye, Doofenshmirtz!” Parker called to the boy’s back.

“See ya when Mama Doohan lets you out of your cage again,” her boyfriend added with a big grin, made even wider when Jack simply flipped them off as he continued walking away.

Dennis had worked his ass off all summer. He wanted that spot on the team and he wanted it bad. So, in the month leading up to tryouts, he had to keep up his training. And if Coach saw how dedicated he was maybe that would benefit him too.

After another grueling workout under the hot September sun, Dennis made his way back to the empty locker room. He could smell, see, feel, and taste the sweat on his body, making him strip off his soaked through shirt before the door had even fully closed behind him. He needed a shower ASAP.

All of a sudden, he felt the air knocked out of his lungs as his back hit the ground, letting out a strident wheeze. He laid there for a moment, groaning in pain and sweating even harder than before. Wait, no. That wasn’t sweat…

The boy wearily lifted his head off the ground, still recovering from the harsh impact of his fall, only to see the entire floor of the room flooded.

“What the fuck?” he sighed out with the little breath he was able to collect.

He slowly lifted himself back to his feet, ignoring his spinning head, until he looked down at where he had been only to be greeted by a river of pink floating in the shallow water. He reached his fingers to softly touch the back of his throbbing head and was immediately met with an intense pain and sticky, red blood covering his hand.

The boy sluggishly stumbled forward toward the sinks in order to better assess the situation and clean his open wound. The only sounds he could make out were his laboured breaths and the splashes of his feet meeting the puddles beneath him. Splish. Splash. Splish. Splash. Splish. He paused for a moment as the world spun around him.

Splash.

But the sound of that extra step behind him didn’t register in time for him to save himself.

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[wintfleur]

👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ STELLA HUGHES PROFILE

au masterlist - you can find everything under #👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes!

ᡣ𐭩 BASICS !

name: Estella grace Hughes 

nicknames:

stella (everyone) 

stell (mostly luke) 

stells (her friends) 

stellur (close friends) 

stink (quinn) 

brat (jack) 

buthead (jack) 

tiny hughes (her brothers friends) 

princess (her dad) 

lovey (her mom)

birthday and zodiac: may 5th 2004, taurus 

location:

manchester, new hampshire(born)

toronto, ontario(former)

michigan (current) 

ᡣ𐭩 ABOUT !

personality: she can be very quiet, but she is very friendly and bubbly! She can be a little flirty to people (especially when she's drunk) she’s definitely chaotic around people she's comfortable with, and clingy. But all in all, she's a very sweet girl who just loves helping people and having fun. 

good traits:  hard-working, warm-hearted, helpful, optimistic, compassionate, patient, honest, loyal, organized, family oriented, good listener, witty, protective of her family and friends

bad traits: people pleaser, can be over emotional when shes tired, her determination can turn into stubbornness, can be naive at times, can ramble on for way to long 

quirks: going super quite, getting lost in her own thoughts, biting her lip, laying her head on people's shoulder, holding people's hands, 

likes: her nintendo switch, bored and video games, ear muffs, twilight, stuffed animals, the canucks, sleeping, mini skirts, lando norris, sonny angels, kpop 

dislikes: hiccups, driving, messy places, being compared to her brothers, rude fans, feeling sick, loud places, her anxiety 

hobbies: reading, photography, hockey, ballet, all types of dancing really, baking, scrapbooking, singing and playing the guitar 

fears: drawing, deep water, being alone, being stuck in tight places 

strengths: creativity, her ambition, kindness, honesty, moral compass 

weaknesses: self critical, her anxiety, insecurity of disappointing people, perfectionism, to hard on herself 

languages spoken: english (fluent) korean (fluent) 

occupation/profession: professional figure skater, is an art major 

ᡣ𐭩 RELATIONSHIPS ! 

parents:

Jim hughes 

Ellen hughes 

sibling(s): 

Quinn hughes

Jack hughes

Luke hughes 

best friends: daisy ahn, park sunghoon, lily baileys, carmen barlowe, mark estapa, trevor zegras, ethan edwards, tate mcrae, luca fantilli 

friends: all the umich boys, most of her brothers friends, jamie drysdale, sturniolo triplets, will smith, ryan leonard, gabe perreault + more 

love interest: rutger mcgroarty 

ᡣ𐭩 MORE ! 

scent: she uses a lot of different perfumes, she loves trying out new ones so her collection is pretty big, so perfume wise it's never really the same. She uses rose or vanilla body wash and shampoo and conditioner. She likes using the same body products, not really changing up with that. 

outfits: she is very confident and comfortable with herself so she tends to wear more revealing clothes, mini skirts, short dresses, low rise anything, cropped shirts, sweaters and vests, tight off the shoulder tops. But she loves all different styles and she loves trying them out, but those are just some of her main pieces of clothing. She really loves wearing low rise jeans or dress pants with midriff tops. When it's colder she loves layering clothes. Or when she just doesn't feel like getting all dressed up she’ll throw on a short skirt and sweater or some jeans and a top. She has all different kinds of shoes, all different types of boots (cowboy, moto boots, platform chunky boots and more) chunky or platform mary janes, sneakers, heels, she loves them all! She's a big lover of steve madden shoes. 

accessories: she loves accessorizing, she loves anything involving fashion really!! She has a large collection of different types of bags and sunglasses(she loves collecting them), they are definitely her favorite thing + jewelry, to accessorize with. She also has quite a lot of hats, mostly ball caps, beanies and berets. She also really loves utilizing long and thin scarves when she's wearing a short skirt or shorts. She also occasionally will wear a headband, heavily inspired by Blair waldorf. In the colder weather she's almost always rocking ear muffs

jewelry: she has a 2 and R necklace that rutger got her, and she's almost always wearing one of them. She has a matching charm bracelet that her best friend Daisy got her and she's always wearing that. For rings, she's always switching between the few she has, but she's not really a ring person. 

makeup: stella isn't really a big makeup girl, she likes a little bit of eyeliner and doing her lips, some highlighter on her cheeks, but it's not a lot. 

sexuality: bisexual (only a few know) 

height: 5’7 

piercing(s): 2 in each ear, bellybutton, niples 

tattoo(s): none yet 

face claim: gracie abrams 

ᡣ𐭩 FAVORITES !

food(s): cherries, french fries, blueberries 

drink(s): water, coke, hot chocolate, redbull 

color(s): pink, green, brown, white 

animal(s): bunnies, bears, dogs, cats 

bands and artist: ABBA, Lana dey rey, tate mcrae, enhypen, wallows, 5 seconds of summer = so many more 

show(s): pretty little liars, criminal minds, to many kdramas to name 

movie(s): tangled, mamma mia, bride wars, mighty ducks 2, every batman movie 

person: quinn, rutger and daisy ahn 

ᡣ𐭩 FUN FACTS !

She is the youngest of the Hughes clan, and as the only girl and youngest that means her older brothers are very protective. Mostly Jack and Luke, Quinn isn’t as intense as the other two.

Quinn is her favorite person in the whole world, she tells him everything. He likes to say that she’s his favorite, and it’s true.

She had the biggest crush on Trevor growing up, he likes to tease her about it. So does Luke.

Jack and Luke scared off all the boys growing up!

She’s not the biggest fan of swimming.

Her love language is physical touch, she’s a big cuddler and she loves holding hands.

Her two best friends are lily (lils) and Carmen (minnie) they have been friends since they were little, lily is on the women's volleyball team and Carmen does figure skating with her.

Her best best friend, who is like her sister is Daisy Ahn ( an oc made by @qoqurt ) they have been best friends since they were little

Her other bestie is dahlia !! (An oc made by @bbrissonn )

Her best guy friend is Park Sunghoon, yes the sunghoon from enhypen, they are childhood friends and met through figure skating.

Secretly made out with Luca fantilli in a closet at her first college party, obviously before she and Rut started dating.

She loves spending summers at the lake house.

She went viral at jacks draft, she goes viral a lot.

The nhl fans love her, the delulu fans hate her.

Is very close with her parents, she’s a family girl!

She’s a homebody, she likes going out but prefers to hang out at home/dorm or at her friends' homes/dorms.

She is a very talented artist and got a scholarship to umich for her art. She loves all types of art. She likes drawing and painting but has started loving ceramics.

Stella loves the library and I mean lovesss it! If you can’t find Stella, she’s either in her bed or at the library

She loves photography, ever since Quinn bought her a Polaroid camera when she was 13, she has quite the vault of embarrassing pictures of her brothers

Momma's girl? Daddy’s girl? No she’s a Quinn girl

She used to figure skate with a partner but things went wrong and she's very hesitant to have a new partner

She’s actually really good at hockey, and could join a women's team if she wanted to. But she could never, she hates getting hit.

She hates seeing her brothers and friends getting hit, makes her cringe and flinch.

Went viral after her reaction of Jack getting into a fight goes on the big screen.

The camera people are always putting her on the big screen whenever she goes to her brothers and friends game.

She did get exposed on the big screen taking a sip of Trevor’s beer…Trevor couldn’t stop laughing while her dad gave her a disapproving shake of his head.

Trevor and Jack accidentally got Stella really high for the first time, forgetting to tell her that gummies on Jack's desk are edibles. A freaking out Trevor and Jack trying their best to calm down a panicked Stella, let’s just say the two boys were anxious for Quinn to come back. (I really want to write a thing for this, it would be so funny)

Her and Lily secretly went and got their nipples pierced, Carmen being there to hold their hands.

she loves puzzles

Not really a coffee or tea person

She loves playing board games and video games with her brothers

She’s a sweet person, but isn’t afraid to speak her mind. She’s the youngest of three brothers, she knows how to stick up for herself!

She’s a passenger princess…with everyone!

She knows she’s in trouble if someone calls her Estella

Stella really wants to be a mother

Her trainer is pushing her (nicely) so she can be in the 2026 winter olympics!

Here is a link to more fun facts about her!

She has 3 instagram accounts. @/stellahughes is her main account that everyone follows, @/entersteller is her private account where only her friends and family follow, @/nicohischierluvergurl is her secret private account where only a few of her close friends and Quinn follow.

ᡣ𐭩 HER CLOTHES AESTHETIC !

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( so this is the updated version of her profile !! I’ve been wanting to redo it for a while , I really hope you guys like it lovelys !! )

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©️WINTFLEUR

[ninjaart-fan]

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[prettypynklemonade]

Torn: A Reacher Story

by PrettyPynkLemonade

Author's Note:

Hi friends! This is a Reacher fic feat. a black original character. It's an AU, but definitely fits into that world. There will be at least 5 parts. This is my first story that I've posted since 2016ish, so please be nice.

We only accept compliments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticisms.

Proofread by @trippinsorrows

cw/tw: dark humor/sarcasm, violence, blood and injury, child abuse, emotional abuse/trauma, strong language, threats of violence, abandonment themes, and romantic tension. (If I've missed anything, please let me know and I'll edit to add)

Word count: 1.1k

October 13th, 2024

Reacher was a man of few words. If he wanted something handled, he didn’t make assumptions; he’d assess the situation, come to a quick determination, and acted with efficiency to protect those around him without regard for his own well-being.

Everyone who knew him, and there were few that really did, knew he operated by a strict code of conduct. There was no one in the world that was an exception to his rules. And his penchant for freedom was unmatched. If it wasn’t a toothbrush and money for the bus, it wasn’t a necessity. He travelled from city to city, slept where he could, ate when he could and kept it pushing.

Of course, there were a few unsavory moments here and there that couldn’t be avoided. How could he know he’d see a kid assaulted by her own father on his way to the bus stop? Of course he couldn’t just walk away. Not without kicking the little girl’s father in the jaw, throwing the weak man up a tree, and calling the cops to handle the rest. He was a man with values, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be involved. He handed the kid a Clark Bar, patted her on the back, and continued his way. Knowing that he was now covered in that hillbilly bitch of a man’s blood he needed a new wardrobe. Anything that drew attention to him was an immediate no-go.

All Reacher expected when he walked into the quaint thrift store in the middle of the town was to buy a new pair of clothes and donate his current one. He didn’t have a way to get rid of the unsavory bloodstains, but that was for the store to deal with. He walked in, kept his head down, picked up the first pair of clothes that could fit and went into the dressing room. After he tried on the new clothes and was walking to the register, he already had a plan in his head, and it was the same plan he always had when he was ready to leave a place that had worn out its welcome: He’d move onto the next city, wherever that may be, and continue his wandering lifestyle.

But fate, or perhaps the devil, had other plans for him.

Behind the counter, wearing a scowl to rival a lioness’s, stood one of the most beautiful women he’d ever known. Although, the last time he’d seen her, she wished that he would crawl into a hole and die. She hadn’t been given the opportunity to say anything to him yet, as she’d been too preoccupied with two other customers in the store, but he knew she’d noticed him. Adora James was someone who noticed the smallest of details and she probably saw him as soon as he walked into the tiny, but beautifully decorated store.

He was kind of hard to miss after all. Standing at 6’5, weighing 250 pounds, and with the build of a GI Joe action figure he was typically noticed whether he actually wanted to be. With their torrid history, he was sure that his presence was the opposite of a present to the woman who couldn’t hide the way she wished death upon her enemies, and he was number one on that list.

He knew that this discomfort they felt wouldn’t be rectified until they talked so he did what he did best; he assessed the situation, waited until her customers left the register, established his next steps, and acted.

Reacher placed his old clothes on the counter, waiting until she was restocking the loose clothing. "Good to see you, Adora." "Not good enough." she shot back, quick-witted as ever. Without pausing in her work, she kept hanging the clothes behind her, deliberately avoiding his gaze. "What are you doing here, Reacher?" she sighed, the exasperation clear in her voice. "I thought I made it crystal clear—the last time I saw you was supposed to be the last time I ever saw you."

He couldn’t lie and say that Adora avoiding his gaze wasn’t hurtful, but he’d heard worse from her. Reacher knew that backing down would mean defeat, and he wasn’t ready to give up on this again. “Fate,” he suggested with a small smile. “Or destiny.” “Or maybe it was Maybelline,” she supplied bluntly, finally turning around to meet his gaze. “Be fucking forreal. You’ve never once in your life believed in destiny. What about seeing me in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere makes you think this could possibly be fated?”

Reacher rubbed his hand over his face while thinking how could he possibly answer her question without upsetting her even more. He knew she had every reason to be frustrated with him, he left her with bullshit answers and reasons for abandoning her, and fixing this situation wasn’t something he was going to accomplish in a thrift store.

“Look, how about I buy what I’m wearing, give you these to sell, and we can meet at the diner on Main Street to talk about what happened?” He hoped this offer would buy himself time to figure out his next moves. Reacher knew all too well why he made the excruciatingly difficult decision to walk away from the best woman he ever met, but the excuse seemed irrelevant in her presence. He saw the wrinkle in her forehead while she was deep in thought and observed the cute dimple in her cheek as she bit the inside of it.

To be honest Adora wasn’t certain she wanted to sit down with Reacher, it was risky. He was almost too beautiful for words and while he didn’t speak many of them, the ones he said carried weight. If he was willing to give her closure, she’d take that chance. With a resigned look in her eyes, she replied “Okay. I’ll entertain you. You’ve got 30 minutes of my extremely valuable time starting at 8pm. If it’s not satisfactory, I’ll make sure you won’t be giving anyone answers ever again.” She gave him his few pieces of change while ignoring the blood on the clothes, knowing that whoever pissed him off probably deserved it.

With the change in his hands Reacher nodded and turned to walk out of the store. He knew that she meant what she said, she could kill a man with her bare hands, and she had. As he looked back at the Thrift Store, all he could think was You don’t mess with the Special Investigators! and he’d already broken that promise once.

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[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.”

[kawaiigirly21]

Love in the Underground 2

“A Tournament? And the prize is to get a wife? Tch, I'll pass. The bitch is probably a spoiled little brat who gets everything she wants.” Raian said as he sat across the head of his family. “Here, her great uncle provided a detailed report on her. She's not just an heir, Raian. She could be what this family is looking for.” As Raian's eyes scanned the paper, they widened at the picture her great uncle decided to use.

In the photo, she wasn't dressed up in some fancy dress nor any makeup caking her face. Instead, in the photograph, Natasha had looked like she had just finished a match. She had a wide yet pretty smile on her face while blood splattered her face and neck. But there were no cuts to be seen. To make things even more peculiar was that her outfit was pastel with glittering accents. So she did like to dress up but she also liked to fight? What kind of woman did that?

Raian thought as he stared at the photo with an unbreakable gaze. “Should I leave you alone with the photo?” The head of the Kure family joked. This caused Raian to toss the photo onto the paper and huff. A very faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I guess I'll fight. But when I win, don't expect our marriage to be all happy and shit. I'm only doing it to create more assassins and she seems like a suitable mother. A bit skinny but once I knock her up, I'll make sure she'll have better child bearing hips.”

Elsewhere, Cosmo and Adam talked about the possibility of marrying a girl who could finally keep up with their strength. “I bet she's super strong!!” Cosmo exclaimed with excitement while Adam kept staring at the photo of Natasha. “She’s part american…I’m interested in what she knows. Maybe I could show her more of it during our honeymoon.” This statement made Cosmo freeze before sending a competitive smirk to his friend. “Say what? I’m taking her to the Bahamas for OUR honeymoon.”

Adam smirked back and put a firm hand on Cosmo’s shoulder. “The Bahamas is near America stupid!” As Cosmo and Adam argued playfully about who would marry Natasha, Rama Xlll was trying to convince Kaolan to compete in the tournament. “You are dreadfully lonely old friend. You need someone like her. I hear that she’s as sweet as the finest chocolate and her voice is as smooth as the most finest silk. You simply must do this. If not for yourself, then for me old friend. I want you to be happy.”

Kaolan contemplated his king’s words before accepting the invitation. “Oh! Look at that smile! Isn’t she precious?” Mitsunari smiled with a proud smile on his face as he showed Hanayama the photo of his great niece. “Yea, she's beautiful.” Mistunari nodded as he smiled. “I don’t particularly know her taste in men soooooo it’s good if I just cover all the bases ya know? So…what do ya say? Are you gonna compete?”

While Mitsunari spoke to Hanayama, Metsudo tried his hand at convincing Agito to participate in the tournament. “I’m not sure I should.” The man replied to Metsudo. The elderly man simply chuckled. “This tournament is not just for anyone to simply fight in. Mitsunari and I are hand picking each man to try his hand at a pretty little prize.” A few days later, Natasha sat in the middle of her great uncle and her godfather watching tv and sharing a decadent home cooked meal. These were moments Natasha liked to savor when she got the chance.

On the tv, were old Kengan matches that happened years before her birth. “I’ll tell ya, that match was one of the best to ever have been fought in that arena.” Mestudo smiled as he told Natasha the history of the Kengan Association. With wide curious eyes, Natasha begged both men for old stories and the history behind their respective organizations. That night, as she began her nightly run, she noticed a strange presence looming behind her. It was like a shadow that followed her. It made her skin crawl as the feeling got stronger.

As she stopped and bent down to tie her shoe, Natasha heard footsteps behind her before a loud deafening crack and splatter of blood. Immediately turning around, her eyes met those of a taller man holding another man by the shirt. The man's nose was broken and a few of his teeth were also missing. “Hey, are you alright? I noticed this guy following you so I kinda stepped in.” Nodding slowly, Natasha thanked the man. “Hey uh, you training for something?” The man asked, noticing Natasha’s slightly athletic build. Rubbing the back of her neck shyly, Natasha confirmed his suspicion.

“Oh! That's cool, mind if I join you?” The man asked with a smile on his face. Natasha agreed to the company and soon realized how much she actually liked being around this person. He was funny and had plenty of fighting stories to tell. Soon, the route they pair ran led them straight to Natasha's home. “This is my place, thanks for accompanying me um…” “Lihito!” The man answered before starting on his own way home.

A day later, Metsudo and Mitsunari had gathered all the competitors they thought would be worthy of being Natasha's husband in one place. The underground arena. Many of the men questioned why they were in the arena if the tournament was 2 days from the current date. “You boys, go take your seats. We have something to show you. It's astounding.”

As the fighters from both corporations took their seats, albeit with their own friends, a tall statuesque woman stepped out from one side of the arena while Natasha (still wrapping her hands) entered from the other side. Both preparing to fight. “A match?!” Cosmo shouted in excitement. “Her match!” Adam added as a bell was rung causing both women to clash.

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In the stillness of fear

Parings - eyeless jack x female reader

Word count - 1.1k

TRIGGER WARNINGS - ocd, intrusive thoughts, self harm behaviors, fear of death, mentions of blood.

Summary - jack is helping y/n who struggles with ocd.

Author's note - this is a therapeutic post, that's pretty much it.

Cleaning supplies, alcohol, the click of locked doors checked over and over—these weren’t just routines. They were rituals, her only means of holding chaos at bay. Y/N’s nights were plagued by an obsessive vigilance that made it impossible to sleep; lying there, she’d stare at the ceiling with her heart pounding, every muscle taut and rigid. Even if her eyes burned with exhaustion, a darker fear rooted her in place: if she closed her eyes for too long, what if she never opened them again? The thought wrapped around her chest like a vice, tightening with every second she lay in bed, her head throbbing with an unyielding urge to act. What if I die in my sleep? The question would claw its way through her mind, growing louder until it was the only thing she could hear.

It started when she was young. Y/N couldn’t remember a time when she felt carefree or unworried, like the other kids seemed to. She felt defective, haunted by thoughts that seemed foreign but relentless, like invaders in her mind. While other kids played, laughed, and moved easily through life, Y/N was bound by an invisible tether, trapped in a world of constant checking, counting, and cleaning, every action a bid to avoid an unseen catastrophe. She was different, and she knew it. Isolated in her own head, she wrestled with a terrible, suffocating sense of being the only one. Was she crazy? She couldn’t say. All she knew was that these thoughts felt like a rope around her neck, tightening each time she failed to complete her routines.

Check the door again. It was a voice that demanded obedience, cold and unrelenting. Make sure the windows are locked. She’d do it a hundred times if she had to, pressing on each door, rattling every knob, her breath catching until she was certain they were secure. But even then, her mind whispered dark possibilities. What if you missed something? The image of her family in danger flashed through her mind in graphic detail, and the only way to shake it was to give in—to check, once more, to repeat the ritual that had long since stolen her peace of mind.

These intrusive thoughts filled her days as much as her nights, like an endless litany of threats and images she couldn’t escape. Every glance at an object became an opportunity for anxiety: Is it clean? Is it safe? Her reflection in the mirror often looked back with hollow eyes, drained from the endless mental battles, and she felt herself sinking under the weight of it all. In her family and the world. y/n roommate Jack noticed, though he never said much. He would linger near the bathroom door, leaning against the frame, arms crossed casually as if he hadn’t been watching her. He’d sigh when she turned to the mirror, her hands bright red from scrubbing. “Either you left the sink running, or your hands are clean,” he’d murmur, his voice quiet but firm as he reached over to turn the tap off. His fingers would graze her raw knuckles, pausing just a second too long, catching on the cracks in her skin.

After that, Jack kept his eye on her in his own subtle way. Without making it obvious, he’d find moments to check in, little gestures woven into the ordinary. Sometimes, when she was lost in her thoughts, staring at her hands with a furrowed brow, he’d reach out and take them, as if he was studying something there. He’d hold her palms, his grip gentle yet grounding, and say nothing—only holding her hands with that faint frown, feeling the roughness of her skin. He’d clear his throat, mumbling something about needing her to "hold a flashlight steady," but she could tell he was checking on her, without making a big deal of it. And in those moments, it almost felt like she could breathe.

But there were nights when it was harder to shake the panic. She’d sit on the edge of her bed, rocking slightly, the words spilling out before she could stop herself. “What if my heart stops? Or… or if I suffocate, Jack? What if the bleach seeps into my skin and I die?” Her voice would shake, hands clutching at her hair, eyes wide and wild with panic, the thoughts tumbling one after another, relentless.

He’d sigh, pushing his covers aside with a quiet patience, as if he’d expected it. “(Y/N), they wouldn’t be able to sell cleaning products if they killed you. You won’t die from it.” A pause, then, with a gentler tone, “And you won’t suffocate in your sleep, either. Not unless I decide to take you out myself.” His dark humor barely masked his worry, but it was enough to ground her, his words seeping into her mind and pressing down on her spiraling fears until they were almost quiet.

The tension would fade from her face, her breaths slowing. “Thank you,” she’d whisper, her eyelids heavy, and, at last, she’d give in to sleep.

But even then, Jack would linger. He’d take up a quiet post near her bed, one hand resting on her wrist, pressing gently against her pulse as he sat silently through the night. The gentle thud of her heartbeat, the soft rhythm of her breathing—it reassured him, each beat steady proof that she was safe, that she hadn’t slipped into the dark she feared. His hand never left her wrist, even as sleep tugged at him. The weight of his worry went unspoken, a silent promise to keep her safe.

One night, exhaustion got the better of him, and he dozed off there, his back leaning against the wall, his head slumped to one side. (Y/N) woke to the faint light of dawn, her mind hazy with a lingering nightmare, and blinked in confusion, realizing she wasn’t alone. There, beside her bed, was Jack—fast asleep, his hand still wrapped around her wrist. His mask was off, his dark, messy hair falling across his forehead, his face unguarded in sleep. She could see faint creases at the corners of his eyes, a tiredness that he hid behind his mask.

For a moment, she just watched him, feeling a strange mix of confusion and calm. It was rare to see him so close, his rough edges softened, his guard down. And in that quiet moment, she realized that even if he’d never say it aloud, he was watching over her, holding her steady in a way that didn’t need words.