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[acendem]

Jeffrey Mason Playlist, made by an actual metalhead

I will make a part two

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[cementarybf]

"I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh, and you"

Liujack, morgue files my beloved..

[xx-craftycreep-xx]

Hello !! Can you write hcs on how it would be like to be dating ticci toby before the incident happened, And then maybe hcs on how it would be once you reunite with him after the incident? (Neutral reader preferred🙃)

I didn't know which version to write for..So I wrote Tobias Adams.

Warnings: Implied smut,mentions of abuse,mentions of self-harming,mentions of neglectful parents,mentions of blood,canon-typical violence can be seen,mentions of Jeff,mentions of the great valued slenderman.

Dating Tobias Adams includes:

Pre-incident:

•You probably met him through his sister,back when you were kids. Befriending him was not quite hard,friendliness being one of his attributes.

•After some months,he told you about how his mother had gotten a new boyfriend. With what he told you,you got bad vibes from his new father. He told you he had the Same feelings.

•After some months,the abuse was told to you by him. Just like Mr.Crothers, even you told him to call the CPS.But after his reason,you had to oblige to stay quiet.

•He would always come to you whenever he was hurt,asking you to patch him up.

•He would let you know most of his family issues.

•You both were definitely friends for atleast 3 years,until he decided to ask you out. Of course,you didn't reject him.

•In the relationship, he'd tell you EVERYTHING. About him,his family,everything.

•Initially,if he cried he'd ask to be alone. But over time,he'd come crawling to you,sleeping in your lap.

•Due to him getting bullied,your relationship would be a secret to everyone, except his sister.[Though you coming to his defense made people suspicious.]

•Kisses would be gentle, tired yet passionate.

•Sex would not take place at all.

•He'd be tired/drained out Or be more needy for emotional support rather than sexual.

•You would 100% defend him about the Danny rumours. You knew he wouldn't kill his best friend.

Post-incident:

• He would show up at your house after the fire and Mr.Crothers' death.

•He told you everything,including the tall being with serpent-like tentacles.

•He will definitely cry in your arms,for a long,long time.

•You will have agree with his decision of turning himself in at the Pinehearst hospital.

•And you will wait for him,even if it's more than 6 months.

Reconciliation:

•Will crawl into your window at a time he knows you'll be awake.

•Will wait in your bed.

•Once you come,both of you will hug eachother tightly.

•He'll then show you the wound a certain albino killer gave him.

•You'll patch him up.

•And then,it starts.

•He won't tell you much about the tall being,but otherwise,you'll know everything.

•You'll let him stay with you.Of course,keeping it a secret.

•He'll make sure it won't hurt you,nor will that maniac from the hospital.

A/n: dividers by @cafekitsune .

[endious]

TETANUS.

SUMMARY 、YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T MESS WITH JEFF. ESPECIALLY WHEN HIS POSSESSION IS INVOLVED.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、NONCON/DUBCON, DEGRADATION, SLIGHT PRAISE, KNIFEPLAY, FOREIGN OBJECT PENETRATION, FORCED ORGASM, HUMILIATION, VOICE KINK, DACRYPHILIA, SPITTING

NOTES 、he’s heavy on the brain </3

You were just bored is all. Staring up at the dark ceiling of his equally as dark and odd room, you sigh and roll onto your side on the bed. Jeff glances at you, momentarily tearing his eyes away from his knife he was inspecting.

“What’s up with you?” He scoffs, a brow raised as he stares at you for a few more moments as you let out an exaggerated whine and give him a small pout.

“I’m bored, Jeff.” “Is that my problem?” You sit upright nearly instantly, mouth open and brows furrowed as he holds back a chuckle at the defensive look you give him.

You huff through your nose, words falling short on your tongue as you think for a moment and glance at the knife in his hands that he’s put all his attention back onto once again. Sometimes you considered throwing it out his window and hoping it disappeared for good. Suddenly it’s like a lightbulb flickered on in your head and you straighten your posture a bit, focusing your eyes on the bed as to not look obvious of your plans before abruptly snatching the knife from him and actually getting it out of his deathlike grip.

He lets out a small growl of annoyance as you bounce off the bed and stand up holding it in your much smaller hands it. You could wrap your fingers around the handle but it felt weird holding such a dangerous object as you eyed it curiously before giving Jeff a mischievous grin.

“Funny.” He says flatly, brows twitching in annoyance as he narrows his eyes at you. “Give it back, doll.”

“Nuh uh.” You giggle out, moving it around in the open air in front of you with a playful smile. He gets up too fast for you to properly process but your hands fly behind your back, trying to keep the weapon from him as he looms over you.

“I won’t tell you again.” His voice has a dangerous edge to it, a warning and threat for what he’d if you didn’t listen and obey but you felt defiant. You wanted something exciting to happen. You were bored after all.

“Nope I’m—” “Doll.” He leans down, nose mere inches from your own as he glares at you and you feel a shiver go down your spine as you hold the knife close to your back as if you were protecting it from him. His arms are by his sides as if he didn’t plan to move a muscle to make you give it back. 

You feel increasingly nervous now as you let out a unsure chuckle and give him a hesitant look. Your eyes sparkle with curiosity though, as if you wanted to see what would happen if you kept the act up. Your voice is quiet, only loud enough for him to hear, “You’re just gonna have to take it from me, Jeff Mason.” The added teasing lilt as his name rolls off your tongue and you purposely flutter your lashes at him is the cherry on top. 

He feels something snap within himself, his arms circling you and gripping your wrist tight enough to leave a bruise and it surprises you and makes your hold on the blade falter and it gives him the opening he needs to snatch it from you. His other hand grabs your upper arm rough enough to pinch your skin under his grasp as he huffs out angry breaths, silent as he forces you towards the bed and shoves you into it. You yelp in surprise and try to push yourself up and off but he pushes a hand against your lower back keeping you there.

“No, you don’t get to move.” He says before pulling on your arm once more and moving you toward the center of the bed. You think he’s about to straddle you and threaten you for taking his knife but he doesn’t. Instead, he moves between your legs, forcing them open as he holds his knife above your stomach but wasn’t in a threatening manner and you didn’t get the impression that he’d genuinely stab it through your gut right then and there at the very least.

He grins at the look in your eyes, the way you hold your breath while anticipating what he’d do. You couldn’t read Jeff at all and at times like these it made you nervous when you didn’t know if he was going to change up on you or not. You damn nearly regret fucking around with him to get a reaction to ease your boredness in the first place.

His eyes flick down to your body, raking down it until his eyes land on your shorts and he hooks the tip of his knife under the hem. “You’re a dirty slut y’know.” He chuckles, a crazed glint in his eyes as he sees you visibly tense up at the sound of fabric slowly being torn through. “Real fuckin’ attention whore.”

His knife rips through your shorts like it was nothing and he tugs the ruined material off you and let’s it fall somewhere on the floor. He presses the flat of the cool steel against your clothed cunt and your breath hitches in your throat as your fingers press into the mattress. He grins sinister at you, slowly sliding the blade up until he jabs it through your shirt in an instant that makes you gasp in fear for a moment. It’s near your face, aimed right between your eyes before he pulls back and rips through the rest of your shirt and exposes your bare breasts to his greedy eyes.

“What perfect fuckin’ tits,” He groans, groping them without caring that the odd hold he now has on the knife leaves it resting on your collarbones as he grips your breasts roughly and tugs on your perky nips as you arch off the bed with short gasps at the tingles of pleasure. He moves his hand away along with the knife, pressing it against your side as he leans down and sucks hard on your bud making you whimper. His other hand grabs at your other breast as he bites almost experimentally hard making you hiss a breath and try to squirm away but that only makes the sharp side of his knife poke into your delicate skin more.

“Jeff—! haah, what’re you doing?” You manage to get out, gripping the sheets as he swirls his tongue around your nipple and sucks before releasing with a small pop ! He grins at you, eyes locking with yours and that hungry look in his eyes makes your stomach do flops.

“‘m gonna teach ya a lesson.” He sits up and drags his knife down your stomach, pushing it just a bit into the skin to see you tense your abdomen in anticipation of a sting from being cut but it never comes and it isn’t too long after that he dips his free hand’s index under the band of your panties. He tugs it up and off you, letting it dangle on one of your ankles as your legs start to tremble. He presses a warm hard to the back of your thigh before moving his hand down to your embarrassingly wet pussy. “Already wet? Heh, you dirty bitch.” He chuckles, that odd manic lilt to the sound as he drags his index over your slit before spreading your pussy lips so he got a nice view of you clenching around nothing.

His lips curl up into a dark smile, eyes half lidded as he watches your cunt drool that sweet sticky arousal of yours and you can’t see much of what he’s doing as your eyes focus on his face. What was he going to do to punish you? Overstimulate you? Edge you? Leave you high and dry? The possibilities fill your mind as you try to read his thoughts but it’s impossible.

Until you feel something blunt and cold pressed to your entrance.

You squirm, trying to wriggle away until his hand grips your hip tight as he growls. “Stop movin’. You’re gonna take it.”

“I don’t want that in me!” You exclaim but in a hushed tone, brows furrowed as you give him a bewildered look and prop yourself up on your elbows. You try to ignore the way his possessive grip on your hip makes your brain turn to mush.

“You think I fuckin’ care about what you want?” He sneers as he presses the tip of the handle against your pussy again, his hand wrapped around the blade of it as if he wasn’t worried about it slicing through his palm. “You’re gonna take it like the slutty bitch you are, got it? I’ll fuckin’ do a lot worse than this if I have to, doll.” You reluctantly shrink back, unable to meet his angry stare that lasts a few more seconds before he’s moving his hand back down and spreading your cunt out to have it on full display.

“I wanna see how this slutty pussy takes it.” He practically groans out in a low voice before pushing the tip into your pussy experimentally with a sick smile on his face.

Your eyes widen at the intrusion, biting your lip at the sting. “Y-you’re not gonna prepare me?” You struggle to get out, a little confused but the dark grin he gives you makes your body shiver.

“You don’t deserve it, filthy bitch.” He spats as he wedges it deeper into you making you whine as your head falls back against the mattress and your brows furrow at the foreign feeling. “That’s it, just take it f’me.”

Your face scrunches up and it’s difficult to tell if it’s from discomfort or building pleasure. You think it’s a mix of both because as much as you didn’t like the idea of such an object being inside of you, the overwhelming pressure of being filled makes your belly twist in knots as you fight back a small moan.

Jeff’s cock twitches and throbs in his slacks as he watches your cunt hungrily swallow up the thickness of the handle the more he forced it to take, until the entire hilt is buried deep inside your pulsating heat as he holds the cool steel tight and pulls it out halfway before roughly pushing it back in and ripping a moan out of you in the process.

He thrusts it in over and over, an unrelenting pace set from the very start that you struggle to keep up with as tears flood your vision and you gasp out in pleasure, his name is in the tip of your tongue but you fight back giving him the satisfaction of hearing you moan out his name so early on.

“Look at you, just a filthy an’ cockhungry whore taking my knife like you were made for it.” He tilts his head, black hair cascading around his face as he watches the handle shove its way into you and bumping against your cervix. The slight pressure of it hitting the delicate thing has whimpers bubbling in the back of your throat as you shudder. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeff though. “Such a sensitive cervix, huh? Gonna cry when I hit it again? Hm?” Now he’s purposely aiming to bump it roughly and it makes you cry out as tears brim the corners of your eyes and you start to repeat his name like a mantra.

“J-Jeff, please— haah! ‘s too much, stop it!” You beg, tears falling down your face and he groans at the sight, pushing the knife handle impossibly deeper to reach those sensitive spots that have your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut.

“‘m not gonna stop. You can do it, doll. Be a good slut f’me and take it all.” He drawls out as if he’s mocking you for your inability to handle his forceful thrusts that have you turning to mush. You moan like a whore, panting and babbling as tears blur your vision and your brows furrow in pleasure.

He scoffs as he watches your chest rise and fall in quick breaths. The slick squelching sounds coming from your pussy is nearly driving him insane as he grips the sharp knife tight and feels a sting in his palm as he keeps thrusting it into your sopping heat. “You’re my dirty bitch aren’t you? C’mon, say it.”

You give him a pleading look, feeling lightheaded from the pleasure as your lips part and you struggle to get the words out, “‘m your, ngh, dirty bitch.”

“There you go. Dirty fuckin’ whore.” He suddenly turns aggressive, almost sounding angry but it’s a sick and twisted animalistic growl as his other hand moves from spreading your lower lips apart to rolling your clit in fast circles with his thumb. You cry out, babbling and begging as you squirm on the bed and grip onto the sheets to ground yourself.

“Stop! I don’t wan’ cum around it! P-please, Jeff s-stop— haah, stop it!” He only chuckles darkly as you beg and sob, one of your hands grip at his wrist but it’s impossible to stop him or pull his hand away. You see a glimmer of red in his eyes past his dark hair that’s curtained over his face. It’s one of the few moments you’ve actually got to witness the color change from a pale grayish blue to a crimson red and it seems to fit the animalistic way he’s always really been on the inside.

His thumb rolls your bundle of nerves around as your velvety walls constrict around the knife making him have to pull and push with a bit more force behind it than before. “Yeah, keep cryin’ like that. Tell me to stop, c’mon, doll.” He’s mocking you and it’s adding to the fire flickering in your gut as your body tightens up. You try to beg out again, the words caught on your tongue and stopped as your eyes roll back and you’re forced over the edge. Your thighs tremble and your cunt oozes creamy fluid around his knife as you moan out his name and dig your nails into his wrist.

“What a dirty fuckin’ bitch, huh?” He chuckles out, pulling the knife out shortly after and examining the sticky fluid on it with a twisted grin. He looks down at you, glassy eyes and pupils blow wide as you try to recollect yourself before you feel something wet pushed against your bottom lip and smearing over it.

“Go on, suck it off.” He orders and you’d feel embarrassed if it weren’t for the afterglow of coming that has you following his demand obediently, your tongue lolling out to give it a long lick just to tease him and yet he ends your fun by forcing it past your lips and gagging you with it momentarily. 

He watched as you suck on the handle, getting a sick kick out of it before pulling it from your practically drooling mouth. He flips it around in his hand and holds the blade that has a smear of fresh blood on it from his hand to your neck and forcing you to lay back once more. You whine in discomfort and protest, already knowing what he’s going to do and he clicks his tongue at you.

“Quit it. I’m gonna dump my load in you and you’re gonna take it,” He squishes your face with his other hand, pursing your lips in the process before spitting on them and smearing it with his thumb. “like a good little bitch.”

[littlehypedoll]

Quick lil' drabble ♡

Run.

Run was the only word you could think of at the moment as you rushed past trees and bushes, trying to get from whoever or whatever was behind you.

You heard evil cackles erupt from behind you as you picked up the pace, not wanting to find out what would happen if you were caught.

You knew it was a bad idea to take a walk at night. You don't know why such an idea came into your head.

A dainty, vulnerable girl like you would obviously get snatched up at this time if night.

" I'M GAININ' ON YA', PRETTY! "

Oh god.

He was getting closer.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you desperately screamed out for help, like anyone's gonna actually hear you.

Suddenly, you trip over a log and your suddenly flying forwards onto the forest floor. There's now an unbearable pain in your ankle, and it hurts bad.

Really bad.

A cackle is heard from above you causing your heart to drop as you keep your eyes on your lap. Looks like you've got bigger problems.

Finally gaining the courage to look up, you lift your head only to be met with wide eyes and a cut smile.

" I found ya', pretty. "

[hystixia]

OXYTOCIN.

SUMMARY 、YOU’RE THE LAST PERSON DR. WILSON COULD TURN TO IN HOPES OF GETTING JEFF TO TALK, BUT YOU WERE NEVER QUITE PREPARED FOR THE MONSTER THAT IS JEFFREY MASON.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF KILLING, GORE, DEATH, NONCON, THREATS, MANHANDLING, HAIR PULLING, DEGRADATION, SPANKING, PUSSY SLAPPING, DACRYPHILIA, CHOKING, FORCED ORGASM, CREAMPIE, PERV!JEFF

NOTES 、his chuckles during the sessions >>>

The sight of Clarence’s exhausted face tugs at your heartstrings as you approach him and he sighs tiredly. “Is there anything I can do to help you, Dr. Wilson?” You ask quietly, you knew how taxing this job can be on the mind.

He hums, surprised for a moment before turning and looking at you and his face instantly softens as his eyes crinkle in a small smile. “Please, no need to be so formal with me.” You seem to relax a bit at that before he continues, “I’m having trouble getting one of our patients to talk. I’ve tried everything I could possibly think of, he’s just… not very cooperative.”

“Is it the same one?” You ask with curiosity and Dr. Wilson nods with a small hum, glancing at the folder in his hand.

“Yes, he’s proving to be difficult for even me to handle, I will admit.” He gives you a small look as if he’s contemplating on something before finally speaking up in a rather hesitant tone, “Pardon me for asking you such a thing but, you wouldn’t oppose trying to take a crack at him would you?”

You blink a few times, surprised he was actually asking you to take a shot at getting the patient to open up. Your lips curl up in a smile as your eyes sparkle. “Do you really mean it?”

He shrugs, returning your smile with a tired one of his own. “I don’t see why not. You’re exceptionally well at your job and I don’t doubt you could get at least something from him.” He opens the file but stops halfway and looks back at you again. “I should warn you though, he’s awfully crude and violent. During my sessions with him I learned early on that he enjoys trying to get under your skin.” You nod at his words, listening carefully and remembering each thing he said before he opened the file and placed it on the desk, showing you the profile of the patient and your eyes widen a bit at the two photos clipped to the paper that held information and details on the man.

Jeffrey Mason. The name instilled fear in a large majority of people in Forest Lawn, especially those that lost loved ones the night he took so many innocent lives. It pained you, the grief they had to bear after receiving terrible news that following morning and you consider yourself lucky you nor your friends and family were ever in his harmful way. You’re relieved to know he’s here, where he can’t hurt anyone and is restrained all the time.

The two photos, one of him before the accident and one after when he had been arrested. Despite him being held here for two years now, you’d never known anything about him besides what terrible things he had done. He looked rather normal in the before photo, but there was a dark look in his eye that made you think otherwise. The second photo was a horrific sight of its own. His burned face, the carved smile that nearly reached his ears and that animalistic look in his eyes that made your skin crawl. He looked much more like a monster in that photo and you consider he thinks he is one himself.

You give Dr. Wilson a glance as you straighten your posture. “When is the next session, Dr. Wilson?”

He chuckles quietly. “I’ve been spending less and less time on him since I have other patients to attend to, but you can start as early as next week I’d suppose.”

You give him a determined look and puff out your chest a little as you grab your things and prepare to leave for the day much like he was himself. “I will get words out of him, Doctor. I can promise you that.”

He laughs a bit at your determination as he grabs his own things and prepares to leave soon. “I have no doubt that you will.”

The next week comes surprisingly quick but maybe that’s because you were itching to try and attempt to get something out of the patient. If Dr. Wilson was struggling that surely meant you’d have a lot of trial and error yourself but you have the patience to handle any patient that’s been given to you. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard right?

“You can bring him in now.” You call out and soon after the large door squeaks and groans as it’s opened and the sound of chains jingling and clinking meets your ears as the noise bounces off the walls of the small room.

Your head turns immediately at the sudden sounds as a guard brings the patient in and Jesus he was so much scarier in person. You swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat and as hard as you tried to listen to Dr. Wilson’s words, the guy definitely intimidated you by just his presence alone.

His heavy breathing leaves uncomfortable goosebumps along your skin as you watch him practically be dragged into the room and sat in the chair. The guard clicks something on the cuffs around his hands and you realize he’s locked him to the table. At least he isn’t able to move around thankfully. His feet are chained together, leaving him very little room to move one foot in front of the other and you try to keep your gaze off him as he stares at you with those sickening eyes of his.

You clear your throat and look up at the guard, straightening your posture to appear more confident. “You can go, it’s fine.” You say and he nods before eyeing the patient chained up who’s carved smile seems to widen as he stares over and back up at the man before he’s walking out of the room and closing the loud door behind himself.

You look down at the file before you and then glance at the record player currently spinning as it records. You sigh through your nose and slowly lift your eyes up to look at his face only to see him staring back with an animalistic hunger.

“Jeffrey Mas—“ “It’s just. Jeff.” He emphasizes with a hint of aggression to his voice. You’d never heard him speak before, and you certainly hadn’t expected his voice to sound so raspy and deep.

You correct yourself, ignoring the way your heart jumped up in your throat for a moment. “Right. Jeff, we’re going to talk about you for a little while.” You sit up straight again and look down at the file to distract yourself from his eerie stare.

He breathes out a chuckle, “Heh, what do you want to know about me then?” He’s mocking you and his heavy breaths like some wild animal are starting to get to you. Now you’re realizing why Dr. Wilson had such difficulties with this guy.

You rest your forearms on the table, leaning in a bit as you stare at him and try to get over your nerves. You needed to be professional, why was it proving so difficult to do suddenly? “What were you like growing up?” You’ll start off simple, ask basic questions any other doctor or therapist would ask.

He scoffs and you swear you saw his tongue peak out the side of his carved cheek. “Angry. Really fuckin’ angry.” His eyes are casted downward no longer looking at your face and you frown a bit, you tap your finger against the table to get his attention and his eyes immediately flick up to yours.

“I need you to focus, Jeff. This is serious.” “Is that why your tits are on display?” You’re stunned, blinking a few times to process his words before staring down at your shirt. It’s merely one button that hasn’t been buttoned up with the rest, you can barely even see the line of your cleavage and he had the nerve to say such an inappropriate thing to you?!

“That is highly inappropriate, Jeff.” You suddenly snap, becoming defensive but all he does is laugh, the sound reaching your ears and reverberating off the walls.

“Oh, c’mon, doctor.” He mocks. “They were beggin’ for some attention.” He speaks in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine, his tone is sinister before he breaks out in another manic laugh, giggling to himself.

“I need you to cooperate with me.” You sigh, sitting back in your chair and he rolls his eyes as he huffs. The chains jingle as he leans in over the table.

“What if I don’t want to cooperate with you?” He spats out, suddenly hostile and it’s like a game of hot potato for you only you never know when he’s going to switch up on you.

“I’m here to help you, Jeff.” You say in a calm and soft tone, trying to not let his refusal at cooperating get under your skin.

He scoffs, an airy chuckle ringing out. “Heh, you can help me out by undoing these cuffs.” He cackles, throwing his head back as he tugs on the handcuffs circled around his wrists and attached to the restraints keeping him in the chair.

You press your lips in a thin line before responding curtly, “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Oh, well that’s too bad isn’t it, doll?” He tilts his head, that crazed look in his eyes that makes you feel small and naked under his stare. It makes your skin crawl but you’re determined to help him, if there’s any chance he’s even salvageable.

You hum quietly to yourself, looking over at the recorder before sighing through your nose and attempting again. “Jeff, I need you to be open with me and answer my questions, please.”

He chuckles again. “Beg me again and maybe I will.” God if you could punch him in his disgusting face you would right now. You don’t dwell on it for too long, you know he’s just trying to get reactions from you.

“Will you please cooperate with me?” It’s silent save for his breathing. You try again, “Please, Jeff?”

“Ooh, I like it with you beg.” He grins, breathing out creepily as he watches you. He moves a bit in his seat and the restraints clink loudly with his movements. “You wanna know something fun?”

“I’m not quite sure I know what your definition of fun is.” You watch him carefully, looking for any signs he might try something but he seems relaxed for the most part as he leans back against the chair.

“I’ve pictured all the ways I’m going to rip you limb from limb, and then watch you bleed out.” He smiles, mangled scars twisted up as he does so. “It’ll be a sight to behold, seein’ you lying in a pool of your own blood.”

You try to not let it affect it. You clear your throat and give him an uninterested look. “I don’t think we’re getting anywhere, Jeff Mason.” He continues to laugh like a crazed man, eventually coming down as he sighs. “When did the ringing and visions start?”

“What visions?” He nearly spats out, leaning back in the chair as the restraints jingled loudly again.

“You’ve mentioned in previous sessions with Dr. Wilson that you, saw what’s coming. When did this start?” You ask, noting his behavior on the clipboard momentarily as you gave him time to think of an answer.

He sighs dramatically. “What do you think?” He snarls and you give him an unbothered look back.

“It doesn’t matter what I think, Jeff.” You reply in a soft voice like before, he seemed to be more keen to a certain extent when you talked gently but maybe you were just desperate to get this over with now and were trying everything multiple times.

“Well, aren’t you just a doll, huh?” He grins, eyes glued to your face and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to gag.

“Jeff,” You have to get him back on track whether he wants to or not. You sigh deeply through your nose and look down at the clipboard where you’re written various notes. “We aren’t getting anywhere unless you cooperate with me.”

“Oh, but we are.” He chuckles, tilting his head as he leans over the table but there’s suddenly something different about him this time and you tense up as if he’s got you at knife point. He breathes out forcefully through his nose like he’s calming himself from falling into a fit of rage. “You wanna know somethin’ else, doctor?”

You’re hesitant, giving him an unsure look as you shrink back in your chair just the slightest. “And what’s that, Jeff?”

He lets his head turn down as he laughs, turning into a full blown manic cackle as his shoulders shake like he heard the best joke ever. He raises his head again but this time the room is heavy with an unknown aura as his eyes lock onto yours. “That guard, is real lousy about checkin’ the restraints.” His smile widens, an evil glint in his eyes as a loud metal shriek rings out and you hear something clink against the ground. He’s already reached you before you can react and you try to scream out but his hand slaps over your mouth to muffle your noises as his breath is hot against the shell of your ear and he tugs you out of the chair roughly.

“Screamin’ like an animal caught in a trap, heh.” He slams you into the metal table and it feels like you’re spinning. Pain blooms in your head, throbbing your entire skull until he lifts your head up by your hair and slams your face back into a table a few more forceful times. You cough out and wheeze a breath, wincing in pain as it clouds your entire system and you’re unable to truly focus your eyes on anything.

“S-stop—“ You gasp out, hands gripping into the edge of the table as tears flood your vision and you fight back a sniffle.

He hums happily from behind you, grabbing your waist tight as he gets a feel of you before letting his hands slide down to the curve of your ass and he groans.

“Y’know,” He starts, hooking his fingers in your belt loops but you’re in too much of a daze to comprehend his actions as he starts to pull your pants down. “I think you might just be mine now, doll.”

You whine in protest, unable to form words properly and you try to push yourself up off the table but he shoves you into it with his arm against your back making you grimace in discomfort.

“Fuck, what a nice ass.” He groans with a hissed breath, already having pulled your pants down to bunch up at your knees that are practically limp as he forces his way between them. He rubs a hand over your ass before slapping it hard, the sound reverberating off the walls as you cry out in shock and pain. He chuckles behind you and does it again and again, and again.

“Stop i-it!” You cry out, biting your lip hard to distract from the raw pain tingling in your rear as you lie pathetically on the table.

“Why should I?” He jabs a finger against your clothed cunt, it’s uncomfortable as hell and clumsily pushed against your heat. “You’re fuckin’ wet from this? Dirty bitch.” He grins before giving your pussy a loud slap that sends a bolt of electricity through your body that made you squeak.

“Oh you like that, huh? Just a filthy bitch waitin’ to get her cunt fucked?” He mocks with a sneer, tugging your panties to the side and groaning at the shiny slick your pussy drools. “You are gettin’ off to this, doctor. Isn’t that unprofessional?” You wanted to scream at him, to kick him off you so you could run to the door before he ever did anything more vile to your body but it’s as if your limbs have gone numb and you’re no longer able to move them. You’re trapped and as the realization nestles itself into your heart and mind, you feel hopeless in the moment as tears start to fall and you cry silently against the table.

He spreads your pussy, forcing your legs to move further apart so he could get a good look before he’s fumbling with the orange slacks he wore and tugging his aching cock from its confinements. He groans as he pumps it a few times, mushroom tip leaking beads of precum before he’s nudging it against your cunt and pushing in without warning. You nearly shriek but he wraps a hand around your throat cutting off your airway completely as he forces his thick girth into you with a low groan.

“So fuckin’ tight, relax will ya?” He grunts out, jaw clenched tight as he bottoms out and your pussy pulses and constricts around his intruding length. It burned achingly so, and it felt like you were being ripped apart. It was agonizing and you cry as he loosens his hold on your neck and you finally get an intake of air, inhaling like a greedy and starved woman as you pant against the table.

He pulls you up and back by your hair and your arms instinctively push on the table to keep yourself upright and to dull the pain in your scalp from his tugging. He doesn’t release the grip he has on your hair though as he pulls back and then slams forward into you brutally and knocking the air from your lungs. You nearly fall forward, arms shaky and your feet barely reaching the ground as he uses you.

“Shit, are you cryin’?” He tugs your head to the side and you unfortunately get a glimpse of his face as he groans at the tears falling down your face before making you look forward again. “Fuckk, keep crying like that, you fuckin’ slut.”

You sob but not because he wants you to, no you wish you could stop the hiccuping breaths and warm tears but the pain in your entire body is too much to handle and along with the rough thrusts he’s doing, you feel like your head is gonna pop any second.

His hips snap loudly into your ass and he tugs your underwear down enough to see the handprints he left behind on the swell of your ass as he smiles and tugs on your hair again to hear a pained whimper fall from your lips.

“What a slutty fuckin’ cunt, huh? Sucking me in, you wanted this.” He grunts, your soft walls squeezing him so perfectly were starting to get to him and he could feel his cock twitch inside of you. He lets go of your hair and grabs you by your neck once again and squeezes it, feeling your pulse thump at a fast rate against his digits.

“Filthy whore, ‘m gonna dump my load into ya. Heh, you’re gonna take it like a good bitch aren’t ya?” He chuckles, voice strained as he digs his fingers into your neck and his other hand that was gripping your hip slides down your stomach and rubbing at your clit. Your hands instantly go to stop him and he holds you up by your neck and you’re forced to take short and shallow breaths as your hands try to pry his hand away from your sensitive bundle of nerves but the warmth and addictive pleasure that twists and churns in your gut makes your eyes roll back.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just give in, let me— ngh, fuckin’ use you, you dumb rapeslut.” His face tenses up as your walls flutter around him and he laughs. “Gonna cum from rape? Try to stop it then, c’mon. You can do it, doll.” He mocks with a grin but your body betrays you and your walls contract around him as you cream around his cock but he keeps thrusting, unrelenting and unstoppable as he groans at the feeling and chases his high.

“Good fuckin’ rapedoll, huh?” He’s just humiliating you even more now and you sob out as you beg and babble.

“S-stop it, Jeff!— haah, d-don’t do it, please!” You cry pathetically, trying to pull away from him but you’re pinned and it’s useless to try and stop him. He was a fucking monster. “Pull o-out, ngh— oooh!”

He snarls, squeezing your throat so tight you can’t breathe again as he ruts into you like an animal, each brutal thrust bumping your cervix painfully. “I’m cum where I fuckin’ want to, bitch.” He spats, slapping your ass hard but you can’t gasp for breath, you couldn’t fucking breathe.

You open your mouth pathetically as your hands grab at his wrist to pry off his hold on your throat but it’s pointless. He groans behind you and shortly after his thrusts grow sloppy and warmth floods your cunt. Your eyes widen in fear and you try to scream out but no sound leaves you as tears flood your vision, blurring it once more. He laughs like a maniac behind you as he stills his hips and grinds purposefully into your sensitive walls before pulling out and letting your panties keep his cum from spilling out and making a mess.

He pulls away from you, lets you gasp like a fish out of water for a few moments and with what little dignity you had left you manage to tug your pants back up right before he forces that door open and lunges at the guard with a crazed chuckle.

You don’t remember much of what happened after that. You remember seeing him bash the guard’s head into the wall and then violently punching another one to death. Your eyes grow heavy and your body lies weakly against the table as you watch him disappear down a hall, covered in blood before your consciousness slipped away.

[creepo8]

yeah spin the bottle got a little crazy

[bimbvx]

uhhhh fuck/marry/kill (from left to right) jeffrey c. hodek, jeffrey a. woods, jeffrey mason

(i made a poll on twt go fill it out)

[auntieauddities]

Dream couple 🖤

[xformalde-hyde]

I would love to see David Near’s Tobias Adams and/or Chailmail Chasers’ Smile Dog aka The Dragon in your art style!!!

Also congratulations on the follower count!❤️❤️

Never actually heard of either of these fellas before, so they were fun to discover!

Not sure how accurate these depictions are, but I hope you enjoy them!! :]

And thank you for the request!! <3

[acendem]

Jeff Mason dating hc except accurate

Kills you

Maybe fucks your corpse

Thank you so much for reading, I know it was a lot

[paradisiacvl]

✩ ABC’S

NSFW alphabet with JEFFREY MASON.

NOTE: this is my first hc list so i apologize if it's messy!

—‘A’ IS FOR AFTERCARE (What they’re like after sex)

Will make sure you're okay, clean you up, barrage you with kisses all over, and run you a bath/shower if you want one.

—‘B’ IS FOR BODY PART (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands and arms

He likes how strong they are and what he can do with them

He likes your entire body; waist, boobs, hips, ass, hands, mf feet even

He just thinks you're perfect

Head to toe...literally

—‘C’ IS FOR CUM (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Cums absolute buckets like??

Literally so much

Loves to cum in and on you

Loves smearing and rubbing in all of the cum he leaves on your body

He's so messy

Dirty, dirty boy

—‘D’ IS FOR DIRTY SECRET (Pretty self-explanatory; a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants you to give him a foot or heel job, he doesn't know how to bring it up tho

—‘E’ IS FOR EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very inexperienced

You're his first but he has a good understanding of what to do

Learned from research, watching p0rn, etc.

He watched those instructional, "how to" p0rn vids lmao

He's an eager learner, just wants to make you feel good

—‘F’ IS FOR FAV POSITION (This goes without saying, can probably include visuals)

Mating press

Cowgirl– whether he's in control or not

Legs in the air

—‘G’ IS FOR GOOFY (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's more serious but he's more relaxed with it yk? just to make it more comfortable for the both of you

Serious if he's jealousy fucking you though or smth

"God, look at this mess you're making on me, doll. Spencer couldn't do that, could he?"

—‘H’ IS FOR HAIR (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Keeps himself trimmed up, has a nice lil happy trail

Not like you can really see it tho

Carpet does not match the drapes

White pubes ofc

—‘I’ IS FOR INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He can be very intimate, even when he's being rough.

—‘J’ IS FOR JACK OFF (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbates a lot

To you ofc, whether he's thinking of you or using pictures of you

The amount of times he's jizzed on his phone screen is concerning

—‘K’ IS FOR KINK (One or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism; more specifically, watching you– touch yourself, bathe, or undress. It drives him crazy.

Knife play

Wants to carve his name on your lower back, give you a cute lil tramp stamp

Also wants you to suck on the handle of his knife

Scent kink

Panty fetish

Light bondage

Slight daddy kink

Spit kink

A lowkey foot fetish

Has a finger sucking fetish, he loves it when you lick and suck on his fingers. He'll do it to you too sometimes

Somnophilia (sex while you're sleeping)

Hair pulling. Loves it when you do it to him especially

Choking (giving and receiving, gives way more tho)

Impact play (spanking you)

Overstim (giving and receiving)

Orgasm control (giving and receiving)

Ear licking/sucking (giving and receiving)

Dacryphilia (likes seeing you cry from pleasure)

Wanted to learn Shibari but doesn't have the patience for the more intricate ones, but he knows one..

He uses it to "punish" you

—‘L’ IS FOR LOCATION (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere tbh

bed, floor, couch, counter, table, against a wall, in a doorway...

He does not care

—‘M’ IS FOR MOTIVATION (What turns them on, gets them going)

Sometimes he can just look at you and he gets a hard on

You being bratty, whiny, or teasing

Wearing anything revealing, but that's a given

You in dresses or skirts. I can imagine him just sticking his head underneath and eating you out like a starved man

—‘N’ IS FOR NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age play

Coprophilia (feces)

Basically just really disgusting stuff

—‘O’ IS FOR ORAL (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves giving and receiving head but likes giving more

He loves to pleasure you, he likes to see how good he can make you feel with just his mouth alone

He likes leaving you fully satisfied

He leaves sloppy kisses all over and tongue fucks you when he goes down on you

Tells you how pretty your pussy is and how good you taste

But...he also loves the way you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth

How you kiss it or slide your mouth along the base, and how you look up at him all while doing it.

—‘P’ IS FOR PACE (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually fast and rough but switches it up to slow and rough

Will switch up paces during to tease you

If you ask to go faster, harder, etc. he obliges but not after a little teasing

He can be slow and sensual when he wants to, it's not often though

—‘Q’ IS FOR QUICKY (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn't do them often as he likes to take his time and do it right

On the occasion he just cant wait, he'll pull you away somewhere private and fuck you stupid

And like I said in my last bullet in motivation; he most definitely will stick his head up your skirt or dress and eat you out

—‘R’ IS FOR RISK (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

100%

—‘S’ IS FOR STAMINA (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last pretty long, 3-4 rounds.

Expect him to get even more vocal the more rounds you do, you just feel so good to him

—‘T’ IS FOR TOY (Do they own toys? Do they use them; on a partner or themselves?)

Both! Loves to use them on you and for you to use them on him

—‘U’ IS FOR UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)

So unfair, loves to tease

Just likes to see you whine for him, then he'll give you what you both want

—‘V’ IS FOR VOLUME (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Very vocal, moans, groans, whimpers, and whines and doesn't care who hears

He'll want you to be vocal too, don't hold back

It spurs him on, encourages him

Boost his confidence hearing how good he's fucking you

Wants everybody to hear how good you're making him feel and how good he's making you feel

Will absolutely be calling you pretty while he's fucking into you

Talking you through your orgasms too

Tells you how good you feel, how good you are, how pretty you are, etc.

He gets so cocky after smh

—‘W’ IS FOR WILD CARD (Random headcannon(s) for the character of your choice)

He's a switch but v top leaning

He will bottom on occasion but he tops more

He really likes when you do take control, he loves the veiw

Absolutely hypnotized by his gorgeous girl topping him

Despite other ppl hc him to like degrading you, I think it would be the opposite ☝️

He doesn't like saying mean things to his love, he knows what that feels like

He likes praise, giving and receiving

Maybe I'm biased bc I'm a praise girl

He'll only degrade you if it's something you really like or if it's twisted with some kind of praise

"So pretty...such a pretty lil' slut f'me."

Loves kissing during it, likes feeling your moans and whines in his mouth

Pleasure dom?? yes!

He's a stalker and when he's watching you, he's rubbing his cock to his pretty little thing changing, showering, masturbating, sleeping, etc.

You just look so pretty doing absolutely anything, he can't get enough of you

And you have a very conveniently placed tree in front of one of your bedroom windows

He's hid in your closet while you were home jerking it too

He's such a fuckin creep <3

—‘X’ IS FOR X-RAY (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's packing idc

7.5-8 inches, has some girth

Slightly curves up and to the left, flushed pink tip

Nice, round, heavy balls

—‘Y’ IS FOR YEARN (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high, his mind is always in the gutter

Constantly wants to fuck you

You gotta pry him off you sometimes, he's so feral

—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After the aftercare, he's knocked tf out.

But sometimes he'll just watch you as you're sleeping, caress your face and hair, and admire your beauty. He wonders how you could like someone like him :(

[cementarybf]

Late night rp doodles but it's liujack ft my friends jack design

I love them I'm guilty

[killerlittlerejects]

More morgue files AU time~

But first-

⚠️ This relationship is toxic and is not meant to be a romanticized, nor do I support these kinds of relationships. Jeffrey Mason is a horrible person. This AU does not affect the canon timeline of TMF in anyway, please repesct and support the original work⚠️

I say “relationship,” but the two never properly are a thing at any point lol.

I found a cute pose on Pinterest, and for some reason, because TMF was on the brain, that I should use it as an opportunity to draw Nina and Jeff together. It’s most likely not canon, if it is, Jeff was somehow bribed along into this lmao. But it’s cute, and I’m happy with how it came out.

But yeah, as stated before, these two are anything but healthy. Nina’s crush turns into borderline obsession and becomes very stalkery, due to her flaw or easily becoming way too attached to people and fear of abandonment thanks to trauma. And Jeff most likely sees her nothing but an accessory and an ego boost. Having a girl so into him rocks, but he hates the clingyness, only really bothering to deal with her for compliments. Maybe a small part of him liked her, but all that is thrown away when he’s burned.

Anyway, this art was fun to do, I liked doing the little Snapchat affect. Nina’s just so happy to spend time with the boy she likes, poor oblivious girl.

[creepst-crypt]

Doodles

I forgot to finish old man Toby in the back.