decayedwhor3

[decayedwhor3]

gulp…. hi jeff…

[decayedwhor3]

just briefly edited a really old fic of mine. sorry to anyone who read it, i finally graduated college and became fucking literate i guess. what the fuck.

[decayedwhor3]

cant take this emo seriously

[decayedwhor3]

𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚, 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝟐 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝟏𝟖+ 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑵𝑰. 𝑵𝑶 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺.

𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒕---

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑫𝑬𝑺 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑯 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺.

𝑾𝑯𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳 *** 𝑰𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫.

(𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒉𝒉𝒉𝒉)

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒇𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕?

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑱𝒆𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 11.5𝒌 (𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚)

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑺/𝑻𝑾: 𝒅𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒐𝒏 (𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂) 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒅𝒐𝒎/𝒔𝒖𝒃, 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 (𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒐). 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒐.

𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐…𝒑𝒔𝒔𝒕, @horny-marbles 👀

Regret. The word hung heavy in the air. 

People lay slouched in the chairs, cigarettes burnt low, fingers pulling at grass just to keep the blood flowing. 

No one was there by choice. 

Not anymore. 

They were just waiting for it to end.

Waiting for this unfolding nightmare to be put to rest; to go back inside and enjoy the warmth of the house, or eat unlabelled human organs in the privacy of their own room.

But it wouldn’t. They couldn’t. 

Because they’d agreed to it.

And now they were paying the price.   

The atmosphere was tense, quiet. The strained squeak of a chair leg only highlighted the unusual silence spilling over the forest. 

You shifted in place. 

Everyone was attending a garden party. 

One held in the dead of night. With a guest list of serial killers, crazed psychopaths, unnatural beings, and a dog, to boot.

It was freezing. It was uncomfortable. 

No one wanted to be here, not when the threat of freezing to death lingered like a dense fog.    

No one except, that is, for Toby. 

Because he was the man of the hour, the king of it all— the organiser of this cursed ensemble. Just an hour before, all attendees were sleeping soundly, tired from a long mission or a tricky day at the house. 

Yet Toby had other plans. 

The clock had struck 3am. The entrance had flung wide with a deafening ‘thwack’. Toby stood in the centre of it all, causing a ruckus so loud that sleeping dogs could no longer lie in peace.

At the time, you tried to ignore it, tried to nestle further into the bedsheets and push away the craziness happening outside.   

Yet it couldn’t be avoided.

Smile was the first to wake, bounding down the grand staircase to greet Toby with a wagging tail and curious sniff. 

Jeff soon followed. 

After that, all hell broke loose. 

You didn’t manage to catch the first part of their conversation. You didn’t want to catch the rest, but it became impossible to drown out. 

“W-well, m-man, I d-don’t see why not?!” His voice was raised, defensive. 

Jeff hissed, before groaning in annoyance. You threw a pillow over your head. It didn’t help.   

“Because it’s a stupid fucking idea, that’s why.” Footsteps followed, then so did the sound of metal grinding against wood. “These chairs look like dogshit anyway!” 

…Chairs?... Idea? You sat up in bed, throwing away the pillow before letting out a deep sigh; this could no longer be ignored. Whatever was going on downstairs suddenly became far more interesting than sleep anyway, and with a scoff, you swung your legs over the bedside.

“M-motherf-fucker, d-don’t fucking ins-sult my ch-chairs! I went through a l-lot of e-effort to get those!” 

Jeff grinned, as if Toby's words had lit a fire in the room, then handed him a can of gasoline. You didn’t need to see it— it was present in the tone. The rat bastard couldn't help but antagonise every situation he was a part of.  

“Don’t insult your chairs? What, they got feelings or somethin’?... They gonna start cryin’ if I call them rusty, no good, god awful, pieces of—”

“Jeff.” 

A voice cut through the carnage. 

Yours. 

It cascaded down the staircase and brought the two bickering men to a halt. Clad in a long shirt and wearing it like armour, you stood tall at the precipice— quiet spilling into the dilapidated foyer, tense and uncertain. As Jeff dropped the chair he was holding, a metallic clang echoed off of the walls.  

He glared. “Yeah? Got somethin’ to say?” Then he took a step forward, and If it were at all possible his gaze would have narrowed. 

In the meantime you’d descended into the scene of the crime, and surrounding the culprits sat four rusty garden chairs. Looking behind them, an equally grimy table wedged the front door wide open and let in a sharp breeze. The whole scene was disjointed, like something out of a comedy sketch; almost impossible to read at first glance, and requiring you to have seen the past 3 episodes to understand. You hadn’t been privy to those, so instead you directed your attention back to Jeff.  

“Yeah, I do,” The words slipped out through a yawn. “Stop being mean to Toby will you? and instead,-” Another yawn, “-tell me what the hell is going on?” 

The man scoffed, arms crossing in a firm ‘x’ across his chest. He opened his mouth once more— most likely to spit venom— before Toby interjected, the persistent twitching seemingly having eased at your presence.   

“W-well, I found these.” He gestured to the chairs, as if they were something marvellous. A flicker of a smile ghosted across Jeff’s face, noticing how you looked over the furniture in confusion. 

”I… see that, Tobes. And… why do you have them?” You gave Jeff a warning glance, one that reflected the words ‘Don’t fucking start’, as much as humanly possible. In response, furrowed eyebrows raised to create an expression— one that was smug, waiting, expecting.

“Stole t-them on a mission. I-I thought we could throw a party outside— one of those, like, g-garden parties, you know?”

You grinned, side eyeing Jeff. What was wrong with that idea? Why the looks? Maybe he was just trying to get under your skin like usual, or vehemently hated the idea of being a community. 

“...Oh! Sure, I’ll attend. We could grab some beers from the store, I'll make potato salad, it’ll be fun. When are you thinking?” 

You and Toby were pretty close. Close enough, that it was almost always you who felt the brunt of his strange ideas, or impulsive decisions. He let himself run free in your presence, and more often than not, you indulged it with open arms. 

Jeff let out a sliver of a laugh.

Toby responded.  

“... R-right now.”

Expressions stalled. Thoughts ground to a halt. 

He wanted to throw it right now? In the dead of night? In the cold, dark, nightmare ridden forest? 

No chance.

You’d be mauled to death by Seed-eater, eviscerated by the rake, or worse, have to spend the whole time with Jeff complaining about the cold. Feet tapped the ground trying to think of an excuse, or a way to let Toby down gently. 

Because Jeff was right, this was a stupid idea.

No sooner had the thought crossed your mind, did something sour begin to dwell; something that pooled in the depths of your stomach and settled like a thick venom— something vicious. 

Spite. 

The feeling festered, no matter how fleeting the moment was; it worked quickly, poisoning every judgement you made with precise accuracy. It only worsened, when you glanced at Jeff.     

The bastard was smiling. 

Smiling, because he knew you were about to agree with him. 

You, whose main objective in this place centered around driving him to the depths of hell— arguing every point he made without reason, getting under his skin when things went awry, poisoning people against him— you. 

And the cherry on the cake? You weren’t just about to agree with him—   

You were about to prove him right.  

This concept was so foreign; if you had to place money on which would come first— the rapture, or Jeff and yourself finding common ground— your bets would be on the rapture. No hesitation. You weren’t about to lose hypothetical money, either— so with a sly grin thrown his way, you turned to Toby. 

“Oh, right. Well, we can’t have any beers or food, because there isn’t any, and the store is closed. But, I don’t see why that should stop us. So come on, I’ll help you get the chairs back outside.”

Jeff’s face was a picturesque mix of anger, disbelief, and embarrassment all at once. It was perfect, and you? You lived for it.

Toby smiled, excitement bubbling under his skin as he began pushing at the table almost immediately, trying to un-wedge it. You were, of course, doing this for him too. You weren’t about to let Jeff bully your best friend— no matter how stupid the idea. 

Another large yawn echoed off the walls. 

“Actually, I'll help in a second. I’m still shrugging off the last of my sleep.” 

A lie. You just wanted to watch Jeff unravel in full view. 

Toby nodded, groaning with another push to the table. 

Your smile remained sweet, ‘genuine’, looking from one man to the other like there wasn’t a problem in the world.  

Meanwhile, Jeff fumed.

He wasn’t the type to admit when he’d lost, nevermind accept it with open arms. In any other scenario he’d storm off, throw a calloused insult, then slam the door. He’d retreat. But not with you. Never, with you. Because you worked so hard, so damn hard, to bring out the worst in him; to take his fury and set it to a boil, all while wearing that damned innocent smile.

“Oh fuck you! You bitch. You really wanna go outside and play tea parties? Right fuckin’ now?” He laughed, callous, raising his arms with a grin. “Just fuckin’ fess up already, doll, you think it’s a stupid idea too. Admit it, come on, I know you want to” 

With that said, it wasn’t as if he was guilt free. He forced your hand many a time— deep rooted insults, petty theft, ‘harmless’ pranks, often curating his own torture as a result— but the blame was never on his shoulders.   

An emotionless stare was thrown his way, as if the mere act of paying attention to him was a cruel punishment. It was then followed by a phrase, and a grin. 

“Admit what, Jeff?” 

Then Jeff stalled, his anger festering even further. He could’ve kept it contained, too, if you hadn’t paired the words with that smug expression. 

With that smile. 

That damned smile.

After that, he lost all composure. The man was stepping closer now, pointing angered fingers and almost frothing at the mouth. Meanwhile Smile stood up beside him, his teeth bared and growling, mirroring his owner perfectly. 

“That you’re lying. Fuck– you know damn well what i’m talking about. You’re just sayin’ that, you’re not agreeing just because—fuck— you fuckin-’,” 

He cut off the mismatched sentence, taking a deep breath. 

God, it was so easy to get under his skin. 

Your response was the opposite: calm, composed, and soft. 

“There’s nothing to admit. I just think we all need a break, and it could be a nice way to let off steam. I get along with the others, and it’s a lovely idea from Toby. So no, I'm not just saying that. I genuinely don’t see a problem here!” 

You paired the phrase with an evil grin, knowing exactly what it would do to him— knowing that even though he had clocked half of your motivations perfectly, he could do nothing to prove it. Each insult lay hidden, laced perfectly between feigned ignorance and wove a tapestry only he would understand.  

Even when he let out a low hum, clenching his fist tight, you still persisted. 

You still pushed further. 

For Toby, and yourself.  

“Well, no problem other than you I suppose. No one wants to spend that much time around you, Jeff, no offence and all. But I'll put up with it, for Toby. I’m kind like that, you know?”

Truth be told, you didn’t even know why Toby himself wanted to throw this party; usually, he was standoffish to most other inhabitants, only really talking to them to relay orders or bark commands. Unless they were his friend, he purposely hid much of his bubbly personality around them, a hard lesson he came to learn many years ago. If you had to guess, it was nothing to do with the people attending, and more to do with the chairs serving a purpose. 

But that didn’t matter. What did matter, was forcing Jeff into a situation he’d do anything to avoid, whilst still having your friend’s back. 

Jeff was breathing deeply now, trying to hold on to any semblance of his temper. The venom tripled, forcing out a line that would make the man crumble. 

“And, look, If I have to put up with a giant man child for a few hours to make my best friend happy? Then so be it.”

Although he was still in a fight with the table, Toby grinned at your words, chuckling softly.

And that was all it took for Jeff to snap. 

To no-one’s surprise, the both of you ended up in an explosive and heated argument— so loud, in fact, that if Toby hadn’t woken everyone up with his earlier racket, they were definitely awake now. 

That point proved to be true, as at the end of this horrible debate, the whole house stood divided on two opposing sides of the foyer.

The chairs remained in the centre. 

Majority voting was the way this house worked. Although it was full of people who never even obeyed the law, the inhabitants strangely obeyed this one rule:

The majority vote is final. 

They’d figured out long ago that nothing would get done if they continued to work solo, and none of them denied the fact that they were selfish, either. So this system, as flawed as it was, worked; at some point, everyone would get something out of it. They didn’t have to vote fairly— put biases aside, rationalise,— they just had to vote. The deciding factor could be as arbitrary as someone forgetting to take out the trash.  

The state of this vote was troubling, however. It was a perfect split, directly down the middle, completely equal on both sides.

Jeff smirked, eyes locked intently on your form with a gaze that rivalled a burning pyre.

You started to think you’d lose, that the vote would be called a draw, that you’d have to backpedal and seek revenge another day.   

That is, until Eyeless Jack entered the fray.

Your smile returned, as your rivals fell. 

You delivered him organs last week—

unprompted, and free of charge. 

Wearing a blank expression, he calmly walked to your side of the room. 

Jeff scoffed.

And then, it was decided. 

Everyone was having a garden party. 

-

So there you were. Planted In the grass, shivering from the cold, and wondering whether your win against Jeff was even worth it. 

Masky stood with his back turned, looking out into the forest whilst smoking a cigarette. Hoodie lingered alongside him, the two somehow silently communicating with subtle head shakes and glances. 

Jack sat hunched on the grass opposite, showing nothing but a neutral expression. 

Nina and Jane perched beside you on the chairs, nattering quietly about a new ‘pop figure’ coming out soon. 

Clockwork lingered nearby, sharpening her knife.

Toby lounged across two chairs, using one as a footrest and gazing at the sky. 

Smile slept in the centre. 

Ben was texting. 

And he was sitting right next to Jeff.

Who for the past thirty minutes, had been scowling at you in total silence. He sat upon one of the seats, elbows leant on his bouncing knees, fingers clasped together, eyes burning a hole through your skull. Maybe he was trying to explode your mind with his; the act wouldn’t be unusual. It was as if he were begging for you to react, to respond, to lash out at him and tell him to stop staring. 

But you didn’t. 

The act was instead countered with a grin. 

A soft smile. 

One that made Jeff tremble with rage. 

Someone broke the stillness after that, evidently noticing the red-hot staring contest occurring around them despite the icy temperature.  

“Hey. Tell me again, why are we out here?”

Ben spoke up, barely looking away from the phone glued to his hand. 

“Because, I’m cold. And I don’t even get cold– I’m dead. So can we wrap this up, like soon? Cause, I got more interesting shit to do than this.”

The leaves rustled as if they had a response, crashing against howling winds which slithered between each tree. 

Toby went to argue, before Masky turned his head, interrupting.

“No.”

His mask, lifted ever so slightly to expose flesh, glowed orange as a deep drag was pulled from his cigarette. 

“Majority vote. We’re seeing it through.” 

The masked man’s gaze lingered, daring Ben to respond and throwing down an imaginary gauntlet.

Yet it wasn’t him who spoke up next.

“I mean, It is pretty chilly out here. You know, like, maybe, we can change it? Or something? I know I voted for this, but, um…” 

Nina. Her voice was wavering, the cold seeping through her flashy clothing and freezing down to the bone. 

Jane continued the girl's sentence, picking up where she left off. 

“What she means is this. We’re not opposing the vote, or questioning our stance on the matter,” She eyed Jeff, taking a shuddery breath.  “But we want to reschedule. Because I know I’m not alone in feeling like my fingers are about to drop off.” 

The air tightened.

She was right, she wasn’t alone—

Almost everyone let out an agreement, a nod, a hum, a scoff. 

Fingertips blue, nose red, lips chapped, you let out a frost ridden breath too. 

It was the middle of winter. 

And you’d all been sitting out here for an hour and a half. 

Masky hesitated, eyes glazing over in deep thought, the cigarette surging to life once more and providing a dull light. It seemed the man required nicotine to even breathe, let alone think. After a brief pause though the lifeline slipped from his lips and fell, crumpled underneath his boot. 

Then the mask readjusted. 

“Not how this works. We’re out here until Toby says it’s done.” His voice dripped with authority, each word punching through the air like a molten fist. 

“---um, hello? we’ll freeze?! And—and the Rake? And Seed-eater? What about them?” 

Nina again. 

She was right. Those monsters lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to strike— and when they did? You’d never see it coming. They would be on their way soon. 

If they weren’t here already. 

As Nina’s concerns fell on deaf ears, a small sense of guilt began to blossom, flourishing the more you looked around the garden. 

People were shivering. 

People were cold. 

People were hungry. 

People were angry. 

You weren’t just getting glares from Jeff anymore. 

Jack now wore an expression of annoyance, his body tense and breathing labored. 

Jane trembled, refusing to look at you, refusing to blame you, even though anger simmered beneath her skin. 

Clockwork nestled into her coat, breaths fogging the cold air. 

Masky glowered as his gaze flicked between Jeff, and you. 

Hoodie sighed. 

Ben glanced up from the phone, his eyes hardening. 

Jeff remained the same. 

Locked in his thoughts and seemingly having phantom arguments in his mind, the man barely paid attention to the world around him. That was, until he noticed the concern etched deeply into every wrinkle, the worry lining your lips, the fear clouding your eyes; the sight was relieving, like ice on a sizzling burn. 

He smirked, his lips mouthing a silent phrase dripping with conceit. 

“You. Lost.” 

He was right. 

You had. 

Even though bile simmered like acid and venom seeped into every pore— he was right. 

You’d lost. 

Because you were ending this. 

Whilst Toby had the final say, it wouldn’t take much to persuade him. All you had to do was admit you were cold, admit you were done, and that you needed to go back inside.

All you needed to do was admit Jeff was right, all along.

Everyone knew this fact too, their sly glares and pleading glances reflecting it well. It wasn’t a secret that you were close with Toby, that you had a sway over his occasional bullheadedness. Nor was it a secret that you had a deep hatred for Jeff. 

It didn’t take much to connect the dots.

So, the longer time passed, the more resentment began to fester.  

With a final tight lipped grin in Jeff’s direction, a voice slipped out from behind gritted, chattering teeth.  

“Hey, Toby…?”

His head snapped over, ripped from a deep daydream with the stars above. 

Trembling from both frustration and the cold, you closed your eyes in resignation.  

“I think—” 

The words got trapped in motion, as Toby launched from his seat and accidentally hurled the ‘footrest’ in the process. Then, following a grin that reached the eyes—

 He became your hero.       

 “H-hold on a minute–” The man raised a gloved palm. “G-got something t-to say f-first.”    

 A harsh twitch of the left hand.

If someone knew him—really, knew him— they’d know that was his tell. 

So If Toby ever wished to take up gambling as a hobby, you’d pull him out of the casino by his hair and scold him for being so stupid. Because every time a white lie escaped those damaged lips, his left hand almost always followed suit. 

He spoke again.

“T-this was not as f-fun as I thought i-it would b-be.”

You raised an eyebrow, mouth falling open slightly as frozen air raced its way inside your lungs.

“L-lets head back inside.” He turned, stomping a mud crusted boot on top of the chair discarded by momentum, then puffed out his chest. 

“I h-hereby, e-end this g-garden party. So s-sorry everyone! G-guess I got bored.” 

And then, In the dim light, illuminated only by the small camping torch placed in the centre, you saw it. 

He winked.

A faint gesture, veiled by the dim light and obscured by the tint of his goggles, meant for nobody except yourself.

You could’ve kissed him. 

You could’ve run over to him, thrown your popsicle arms around his torso, and tackled him to the ground— showering him in friendly affection. 

But you didn’t. Toby kept his motives quiet for a reason: to protect you from a loss in front of your rival. 

So instead, with a real grin, you stood from the grass, dusted off icy speckles of dirt, and sighed. 

“Alright, Toby. Well, thank you for- 

“No, no, come on, tell us bitch, what were you gonna say?” 

Eyes flung to Jeff, the man standing tall and huffing deeply as he paced towards his opponent. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but didn’t get a chance; the sentence hung stagnant in the air, interrupted by another. 

Masky held a firm hand on the man’s chest, glaring down with a stare so inhuman, it should’ve belonged to a wolf. 

“Leave it. Get the fuck inside.” He growled, shoving Jeff backwards before pacing towards the house, grabbing your best friend by the hood. 

“And you? You’re coming with me. We’re gonna have a little chat about what’s fucking appropriate, around here.” 

While Toby was dragged away, with growls, punches, and phrases like ‘g-get the f-fuck off m-me!’, being yelled out into the wilderness for no-one to hear, you grimaced.

You’ll have to make it up to him later. 

You had the power to stop this event from happening; the ability to prevent this punishment and nip it in the bud before it had a chance to flourish. 

But you didn’t. 

And the reason why? Stared deeply into your soul, eyes burning and raging with a fury so unrivalled, it could’ve raised the temperature enough to make the winter months masquerade as summer ones. 

And while each inhabitant trekked their way back inside, taking off boots kissed with frost, breathing hot air into each hand, there you both stood. 

In the frozen wasteland.

Snarling and grinning. 

Even Jeff’s scars, wounds carved many years ago to form a twisted smile, gravitated to the ground from the hatred coursing through his veins. 

Then, calloused, scarred, pale fingers flexed around something hidden beneath fabric. Jeff’s eyes darted to the door; he scanned the walls of the mansion, flicking across each window before finally focusing on one. 

The second highest in the place, hanging just below the bosses— one which looked out onto the forest, but was too far up to see anything going on in the leaf littered undergrowth. 

That one. 

The one that belonged to his keeper:

Masky. 

Although Jeff hated to admit it, deep down in blackened the depths of his soul, lay an undercurrent of fear— one which swept through him on days where the self righteousness keeping his head attached took a day off. One which kept him chained to this place, forever drowning, taking order after order.

The being that resided within the highest floor was the overarching cause— but Masky? Was only one level below him. Physically, and metaphorically.  

He’d already been warned once. 

A second time only entailed darkness. 

Eyes darted back to your own, fingers and muscles tensing when they took in the sight of you once more. 

In your nightshirt. 

Alone.

Smiling. 

Then something in his eyes… changed.

In turn the expression you wore proudly faltered, and in its place, lay fear. 

It was time to wrap things up. 

See, there was a line with Jeff. One that you don’t cross, one that you never even toe, unless you want to wind up dead in a ditch somewhere with nothing left but teeth to identify you.

You were approaching that line. 

Fast. 

The only thing keeping him tethered, was the threat that window held, and the reins the person behind it wound tightly around their weathered fist. 

But that only went so far, didn’t it? 

This was Jeff, after all. 

He’d cut free before. Broken out of the chains, let himself loose— but then returned with his tail between his legs. Other times, his misdoings had gone undetected, and the tales of said moments lay buried with those who experienced them.

You tried to fight the nerves. Tried to keep up the charade, even as his hoodie pocket shifted with his fist, highlighting the shape of a weapon.

But no part of you forgot what he was, deep down. 

A monster.

One much greater, and much scarier, than anything you could ever come close to rivalling. 

However, as you turned to go back inside, moving frozen limbs in a mechanical dance towards the door, something simmered. It lurched its tentacles to your mind once more, pushing down the fear one final time; fighting every adrenal instinct and crying out in a last stand.

Spite. 

Maybe you assumed you were safe. 

That you hadn’t gotten as close as you thought, that there was still breathing room for a final, lasting, remark. 

One look back. 

Two words. 

Three mistakes.

“I. Won.” 

The light in Masky’s room flicked to life.

The light in Jeff’s eyes faded to a dull grey. 

And that was all it took. 

In an instant, he lurched forwards, grasping your wrist in a bruising grip.

You didn't even have the luxury of time to react as he stalked towards the edge of the garden, his strides quick and powerful, only looking back to revel in your fear. And revel he did, for when wide, terrified eyes met his own, it only filled him with the urge to continue; the urge to push further, just as you had so many times before.

He didn’t say anything. 

Only dragged your body as if it was a corpse, one that fought against him with every ounce of strength it had left. 

You didn’t say anything, either. Words were trapped, caged, by the element of surprise.  

He turned his steely gaze ahead once more, stepping into the forest and pulling you through with a harsh tug. 

“Keep that silence for me, bitch. I don’t wanna hear a fuckin’ word.”

A low whisper. 

Unfortunately for him though, Jeff never got what he wanted, for his words seemed to jolt you back to the present; the reminder of who you were rippling through each and every inch of your body. 

“Jeff! The fuck are you d-” 

A hand, cold, rough, stifled the words penetrating dead air. Meanwhile, a blade, sharpened and wanting, found its way to soft flesh, resting firmly atop it. The tree was next— it’s harsh bark colliding with the thin cotton of your night-shirt, trapping you. 

“I said, be fucking quiet. You an idiot? You wanna be fuckin’ mauled?” He hissed.  

A slow shake of the head. Narrowed eyes. 

“Thought so.” He looked around then, eyes dancing in the darkness for signs of life. After a tense moment, hot breath graced your ear, trickling down your neck and prickling every hair in its wake. “So shut the fuck up. You’ll have plenty of time to scream once we get there. But do us both a fuckin’ favour, and be quiet for now, got it?” 

A sinister smirk.

A nod.

A palpitation. 

Then a shiver of disgust. 

He moved his hands, leading a now silent, but resisting corpse further into the dense woodland. All the while, you begged to ignore the feeling; to overlook the way your heart rate increased the moment he neared, put aside the fact your chest instinctively leant towards his as if it was born to do so. You pleaded with a phantom god, to tune out the faint sense of desire born only from a single spark. 

Because it was wrong. 

Because you were scared.

Because you hated him.

Even more so as he tugged your arm harshly, a low hum of satisfaction leaving his mouth in a muted tone. 

You refused to acknowledge it any further.  

Instead, eagle eyes scanned the surroundings, watching for any sense of movement that was out of the ordinary. 

Jeff stalked ahead, your wrist clasped tightly between his fingers with a stinging grip, tugging as if you were a dog on a leash. 

You had a good idea of where he was taking you. 

The safe house. 

Nestled deep in the centre of the woods, this place was a refuge for those caught in this treacherous landscape after the sun had escaped into the horizon; a place to hide out until morning from the hellish monsters that prowled beyond its doors. This was the intended purpose, of course, but it was used for other things too:

When people wanted to be alone,

When people wanted to talk without having eavesdroppers, 

When people wanted to fight,

When people wanted to fuck. 

You swallowed, almost tripping over a thick root. 

Jeff spent a lot of his time in the little cabin, mostly when things had gotten too much back at the house, or he had landed himself in a messy situation with the higher ups. From your place on the second floor, which looked out into the thick forest, it was often you caught him stalking out into the dreadful environment, whiskey bottle in hand. 

You grilled him about it. 

Countless times. 

Asked him why, why he went there alone to drown his sorrows, why he skulked off in the middle of the night. 

He obviously refused to answer. 

But you had a feeling.

A feeling then, and a feeling now—

You were going to find out.

You were right. 

The cabin emerged slowly out of the thicket, surrounded by bushels of leaves. 

Jeff, wasting no time, paced towards it, hauling your body up the decaying steps and onto the decking. 

Then, with one large push, the door flung open. 

A shove had you staggering inside. 

He followed,

turned, 

then bolted the door shut. 

And there you both stood, treading water in an ocean of darkness, broken only by sporadic rays of moonlight dripping through the clouded, dusty windows. 

One foot tread backwards, mirrored by one stepping forward. 

Hearts raced. Pulses quickened. A mirror of reactions, yet both for different reasons. 

“J-Jeff. What the fuck are you doing?”

You didn’t know whether it was the cold, finally managing to get through to an adrenalised body, or the terror, coursing through each vein and rooting you to the ground—- but the words came out stuttered. Forced. Scared. 

He only chuckled. 

“Something I should’ve done a long fuckin’ time ago.”

The floorboards creaked. 

Further away to where you last remembered Jeff standing. 

“…Masky will find out, you know. They all will. And Toby… Toby won’t forgive you.” 

Picking out which feeling was most overwhelming became impossible. Thoughts raced, emotions ranged, flipping between fear, anger, resentment… and something else.

Jeff hesitated. Another long creak echoed against the wooden walls, his next step drawn out, as if to haunt you further. 

“You don’t think I thought of that?” He smiled; It was audible. “There’s a fuckin’ reason I waited until Mr.Perfect was in his room.” 

“What?’ 

A ruthless growl of a laugh. 

“You think he pays any attention to the shit going on outside, when he’s away in his room of personal torture? Nah-“

Another step forwards. 

Another creak.

He was close now. 

“The guy’s too wrapped up in self pity. Drowning in bottles of pills, looking over photo albums, you know— that sorta stuff. Wouldn’t even occur to him to look outside. Not when he’s alone.” 

You shrunk away, feet hitting the opposing wall with a thunk. 

You were trapped.

Cornered.

Alone.

And all at once the realisation dawned, 

This was why Jeff liked the cabin. 

Because It was isolated. 

Quiet. 

Hidden. 

The idea of anyone coming to the rescue, slipped away with the howling winds. 

“And, Toby?…”

A knife shot out, splitting the wood beside your head as it brought with it your aggressor, hand strained around the hilt. On the opposite side, his nails dug into the panels. 

“Now, who the fuck is gonna tell him, princess?’ 

The knife was retrieved with ease, and instead traversed the length of the wall, before resting underneath your chin. 

Jeff tilted it upright, forcing you to look at him. 

Spit turned to ash.

You couldn’t see him. But he made sure you knew he was there. 

Looking down. Enjoying it. 

“Well? Come on, use your words, who?” 

“… Fuck you.” 

The words ran free before you could stop them. And with a short grunt, he pressed the tip of the knife further into your skin.

“Don’t fuckin’ start.” A drawn out sigh. “Fine. Since you’re too fuckin’ stupid to string a damn sentence together, I’ll answer for you.”

He leant closer then, chest pressed against chest with a suffocating force, lips gracing your ear. 

“No one. Not me, and sure as shit, not you. No one will tell him. No one… will ever fuckin’ know.”

His breath lingered in short, sporadic pants. It was as if he still held back a monster, one that beat mercilessly upon his castle walls and yowled before the gates.

One he was failing to contain. 

Jeff’s fingers trembled around the hilt of the knife.

What followed was a moment of quiet. A silent pause in the charged atmosphere, where the creaks and groans of the outside world seemed nothing more than an exit melody.

Thoughts once cast out by adrenaline cut through once again, unfortunately taking refuge in the stillness.  

You fought them. 

Because they were wrong. 

Because it was him—

And he was about to kill you. 

Fighting could’ve worked, if you’d had a weapon. But left forgotten on the night shelf, your knife remained a taunting reminder of the fact you’d rushed outside without a second thought— save for one. 

The thought of embarrassing Jeff.  

And look at all the good that it did you now. 

You couldn’t take him without a weapon, either; In one on one combat, he beat you every time— and he had an advantage. 

It was over. 

You were going to die. 

You swallowed, the knife’s edge moving as your jaw hardened. 

The faint flame of desire, the one that trembled in the winds of his closeness, grew brighter. It swallowed the initial match, almost burning down to the pale fingertips which held it. 

You put it aside. 

“I fucking hate you.” 

He smiled, retreating slightly, only to run his cold fingertips through your hair. Then in one swift motion he grabbed a fistful, eliciting a sharp whine. Jeff chuckled lowly, a sound more akin to a growl than a laugh. 

“Good. Because I fuckin’ hate you too.” 

Your sudden twisted smile met him in a standoff. Fight or flight, you supposed. 

“So, so what’s your plan, huh? Kill me, leave my body outside, tell the others I’d been eaten by seed-eater? Lie and say you were too far away to help? Or is that excuse too overused by now? Whatever it is, fucking hurry up and get on with it.”

Jeff’s hand retreated, instead finding your wrist and pressing it against the wood. 

With one sentence, everything changed. 

“Who said anything about killing?” 

His breathing, rugged and unkempt, slowed; his words once controlled and calm, sounded staggered and strained. 

“…what?”

There it was again. That silence. That pressure. 

The match, now burnt entirely, still held a flame; It simmered for a while longer, before the hand that held it tight let go.

And from there it fell into a pit. 

A pit filled with years of stockpiled fuel, waiting for something to ignite it. 

A pit filled with venom. 

In a mere moment everything caught alight, creating a blaze so intense it took over every thought and feeling. It controlled each action, like you were a puppet on a string. 

With your one free hand, you threw it around Jeff’s neck and dragged him close, lips crashing into his with a starved hunger. He groaned before dropping his knife in surprise, deciding instead to rest a callous hand around your neck. 

He pushed you back, smiling as you both took in a breath. 

“Turns out you’re not as fuckin’ stupid as you look.” 

It was an insult. But you didn’t care. Thoughts had long escaped you, now all that remained was hatred and desire, mixed into a perfect cocktail. 

“Yeah?” You hummed. 

“Yeah.” He replied. 

A beat of silence followed. 

Then, as if no time had passed, his lips met yours once more.

He hummed between gasps, strong hands feeling around your waist, lifting you from the ground and pushing you further against the wall. Legs then curled around his abdomen instinctively, a stark heat boiling in your core. 

“Don’t get it twisted. I still-“ a gasp followed, as he bit down on your lip. “-I still fucking hate you.”

 You felt the grin as it crept upon his face. 

“Good. You should. Wanna know why?” ***

His body shook as he tore away from you, chuckling whilst you dropped to the floor.

Wincing, glaring, eyes holding a feverish hunger, you responded. 

“Why?” 

He crouched low, retrieving the knife that had clattered to the ground in surprise, then brought it to your chin. 

“Because… you’re not off the fuckin’ hook just yet.” 

Blood raced through each vein. Meanwhile, Jeff moved closer, his calloused hands finding their way underneath your thin nightshirt and coming to rest on your underwear. With a soft but firm caress, he had your legs trembling. 

“What do you mean off the hoo-“ 

A weaponised hand clasped over your mouth, whilst the other pressed firmly on your clit. 

“You think that because you’re gonna open your pretty legs for me, I’ll let you off, just like that? You really think your pussy is good enough for that, bitch?” 

Eyes pleading, chest heaving, you whimpered. 

You fucking whimpered. 

Because everything within you had been turned on its head. 

He laughed in response, callous, cold, cruel, before freeing your mouth.

Then with a snarl, he cut away your underwear. 

The cold air was a shock as it hit your pussy, now slick with your own arousal. But Jeff wasted no time in letting his hand explore it, his other dropping the knife and slithering up to tangle in messy strands of hair. 

“No. It’s not good enough.” He grinned, leaning closer. “But it sure as shit makes it easier to forgive.” You glared at him, body tensing as you tried to fight the embarrassment. His next sentence did nothing to alleviate it, either. ”Jesus you’re fuckin’ soaked.” He purred, fingers rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your messy cunt. “And you’re supposed to hate me. How fuckin’ embarrassing.”

“S-shut the fuck up” You whined, angry, humiliated, twitching. 

He merely scoffed, grinning at your words and leaning close, hot breath leaving shivers in its wake.  

“Watch your fuckin’ tone.” 

You eyed him. Body betraying each hateful thought with a jolt, only furthering your want for more. 

“Here’s how it’s gonna work, sweetheart.”

His hand slowly trailed towards your entrance, bringing your slick with it. 

“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” He teased then, keeping a thumb trained on your clit whilst letting two fingers caress your folds. Hands gripped his hoodie, body shuddering. 

“I’m gonna show you exactly how it feels,” A sharp breath. A whine. Fingers barely slipping into your warmth. “When you fuck with me. When you drive me to the damn edge,” His grip on your hair tightened, only amplifying the desperate need for him to go deeper. “And then fuckin’ smile about it.” 

Your warmth takes his fingers to the hilt. 

And as he begins to move, harsh and rough, you become a moaning, whining, mess; the pleasure was overwhelming, even from just his hands working in tandem. Then came the bites, fierce, harsh, unforgiving, leaving teeth marks trickling with blood. You could do nothing more than cry into the chest of his hoodie whilst he cradled you on the ground, lurching over you like a predator feasting on its hard earned prey. 

“You should be counting yourself lucky” He growled, his voice low, sadistic, enjoying every second of your unravelment.

“A lot of fuckers have done way less,” he let out a shaky huff, his own arousal culminating in his jeans, amplified by the slick coating his fingertips. “And come out of it way worse.”

The words elicited a spike of fear, yet that only amplified the experience. 

Your self control was long gone. Your body thrummed with excitement, grinding into his fingers and milking them for all their worth. 

He laughed, releasing his grip on your scalp to grope harshly at your clothed tits. “So I guess being a whore worked out, huh?” 

Deep down, a part of you wanted to lash out at him, to spit in his face, to tell him to go fuck himself— all because he called you a whore. 

But you couldn’t.

Because you enjoyed it far too much. 

As soon as the words left his mouth, your back arched, moans catching in your throat and turning into nothing but silence. In turn, his hands moved faster, desperate, frantic, forcing an orgasm to the surface quicker than anyone could have imagined. 

He grinned. “Really? That fast? Pathetic”

He increased the already mind numbing pace. Nails reached up, digging into his neck, and with a growl he shook them off. The pressure suddenly building within was too much to bear, so overwhelming and begging to be let out. 

“Jeff, wait, I’m-“ 

“you’re…? Go on, say it. I wanna hear it. Beg me, and I might let you.”

Your face flushes red, heart pounding in your chest as the moans become too fast and frantic to be consistent. 

“Please, I’m going to come, please let me co-“ 

Then everything stopped.  

His fingers retreated. 

His body moved away. 

And what they left behind, was a trembling pathetic mess shuddering on the floor of the cabin. Gasps, stuttered words, sounds of confusion, all escaped your mouth within a matter of seconds as you grasped at him. 

Jeff started to laugh, before uttering a lone phrase. 

‘You to take me to the fuckin’ edge… and then smile about it.” 

His laugh continued. Even as you pushed against him, angry fists beating down on his chest but garnering no reaction at all, he cackled.

Then in an instant, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Hands grasped at your throat, and as you struggled to breathe, pussy throbbing from the lack of touch, he leant close. 

“That’s, what it fuckin’ feels like,” 

He let you gasp for air a moment longer. 

“When you’re a bitch. I want you to remember this, every fuckin time you decide to test me. Every time you say something, do something, cause something, and then smile— remember this moment. Got it babe?” 

A frantic nod. Gasps for air. A low hum. 

“Good. Now stand the fuck up.” 

You stood, choking, gulping down oxygen like a lunatic. 

Jeff stumbled somewhere in the darkness, obviously knowing the layout by heart, before a beam of light finally battled against the shadows. A small camping torch sat on the nearby table, silhouetting Jeff as he faced it. The table creaked as the man turned around, then leant against the wood. 

“Come h-…”

Jeff hesitated for a moment, drinking in the sight of you bathed in low light, desperate, wanting, broken. It fuelled the fire in him; the very same fire that had brought you both here in the first place. His cock throbbed with want, with need. Jeff turned away from you again, barely managing to contain himself. 

“C’mere, now.” He spat.

But you didn’t listen. Instead, your eyes remained glued to something highlighted by the blue tinge of the camping torch.

His knife. Laid forgotten on the ground. 

Eyes floated towards Jeff slowly as you moved. 

Then his appearance fully took hold; he looked as freaky as he normally did, sure— but the way his back rose and fell, the trembling of his hand, the sweat gracing his neck, his strained grunts— all painted a picture of something so desirable that it only cemented your want for him.

But this was not going to happen in the way he pictured.

Not now, 

Not after that. 

You didn’t know where the new-found confidence came from—- whether it was the frustration of a denied orgasm, or the false confidence of obtaining a weapon, or maybe you just remembered who you were. 

You weren’t some helpless girl, who bowed to his every whim. You were here for a reason. You lived here, for a reason. 

He was a monster, sure. A terrifying one, at that.

But so were you.

“Hey, are you fuckin’ listening? I said come here. Don’t make me fuckin’ ask-“ 

The words were cut off. Trapped, by the feeling of his own knife pressed harshly against his neck. Your words came next, whispered over his shoulder, hot breath just gracing his ear. 

“I’ve got a better idea.” 

He shuddered. He could get out of this, he thought—- but not without damage; not without ending up in Jack’s care. He’d win, but at what cost? 

Not to mention part of him wanted to see where this went, where your little attack would lead. 

His cock strained against his jeans, the material clinging to his legs and almost suffocating him. 

The man raised his pale hands, slowly. 

“What the fuck are you doing.” He stated, low, shuddery.

You smirk, knees trembling with anticipation, heart racing. 

“You’re not the only one here, who has fucking issues.” You press the knife harder into his neck before continuing. “You’ve shown me how you feel, now it’s my turn to show you.” 

Jeff paused, his hands lowering, shoulders slumping as breaths escaped in quick succession. 

He could end this. He could. He was far stronger than you.

But he didn’t want to. 

Because he couldn’t deny the ache in his groin that was growing more and more pertinent by the second; the way it throbbed, leaking with excitement. He couldn’t deny the way his heart rate has spiked, nor the way his fingers flexed in anticipation. 

He couldn’t ignore the fact he still wanted you. 

Like this.

He’d let the scene play out for now, pride battling with internal instincts that screamed for him to be the one on top—- for him to be the one with power. But he’d let you get your way,  then take back control when you were least expecting it. 

Atleast, that’s what he told himself. 

“Lie down.” You spat, ripping him from an internal monologue. 

He smiled then, letting out a nervous hum of laughter. 

Your eyes, heavy with lust, stalked him as he retreated from the table, steadily treading over to the tattered couch nearby— all the while, you kept his knife trained against skin. Your core throbbed, wanting, begging for more, needing to be touched once again; the feeling only worsening when he sat down, his chest heaving, cheeks flushed a deep red. 

You kept the knife still, yet hopped effortlessly over the back of the couch, crawling over to his lap. You said nothing. Instead, simply straddled his thighs with your own, pressing the weapon harder into his skin as you neared. 

“Take them off, Jeff.”

The man stalled. His heart raced. His expression faltered, but slowly, nervously, he shifted. Lifting you up with ease as you sat on his hips, he shuffled down his Jeans and freed his length, before resting on the couch again.

He should’ve had something to say. Something to bite back against your tone. But nothing was coming to mind. 

He only stared at you. 

With a mixture of awe, and absolute hatred. Admiration and arousal; disdain and frustration. 

“Now.” You uttered, tracing your free hand down his face, watching his expressions react to the touch. Meanwhile, slowly, you shifted, hovering over the bare length which almost reached his navel. Gently you ground against it, liquid arousal coating it entirely as his back arched in response—- calloused hands grasping at the cushions beside him with a groan. 

“Here’s how it’s going to work” 

The words were a mockery of his, and with a cruel smile, you brought a cold thumb to his lips, jutting it inside and capturing his jaw between your fingertips. His eyes grew wide as you kept his lips parted. 

His inner conflict spiralled. 

He’ll take back control soon, right? 

Because he fucking hated you, as much as you hated him. 

He wanted to destroy you. 

So why was he continuing to let you steal the power from him?

You pulled him close by his Jaw. 

“I’m going to show you,” You ground hard against his length then, eliciting a shuddery moan, and panting gasps. The feeling was immense, overwhelming, and after a soft series of breaths, you spoke again.“I’m going to show you exactly why I hate you. Why I grew to hate you.” You grinned, letting go of his jaw and capturing him in a rough kiss, hand flying to tangled strands of hair and grabbing them in a fistful. 

He whined into it. 

Jeff the fucking killer, whined into your kiss. 

You couldn’t hide the grin that jumped into your features after the soft noise escaped his lips. 

He couldn’t hide the shame he felt, his anger bubbling beneath the surface, subdued by a want for more. His hand reached out, grasping your hips with an inhuman strength— then pushed you down further against cock, his hips jutting, swallows strained. 

You pulled back, grasping his cheeks in a firm grip. 

“You don’t move until I fucking tell you to move, got it?” 

He stared, wide eyed. 

His emotions failed to make sense; he wanted to kill you—- now more than ever. 

But instead, he nodded.

You smirked, yet your own heat was becoming equally as overwhelming. With a shuddery breath, you raised from his hips, lining him against your entrance. 

But you wouldn’t let him inside. Not yet. 

Not until he begged. 

You lingered there. 

“When you first arrived here,” You begin pushing down slightly, as his chest jerks. “I wanted nothing more than to get along with you. Remember that?” 

This time Jeff actually had something to say.

”Yeah, you were pathetic. Even brought me a damn-“ He interrupts himself with a sharp gasp, followed by a whimper. You’d shifted away slightly. It worked in getting him to shut up. 

His face crumples, beet red.

”Yeah. It was. And you only made it worse.” Your own legs were failing you now, begging to give in, begging to lower yourself and chase a much needed release. But you persisted, your slick pooling on him. Your breath hitched. “You never stopped. You took my kindness, and you tortured me with it, forever harassing me, never giving up,” You grabbed a fistful of his hoodie, bringing him near. “And do you remember what you said, Jeff? When I came to talk to you about it. When I wanted it all to stop.” 

Jeff swallowed. His dick twitched. 

He did. 

The implication of it hit him no sooner, knowing what was about to happen. His face twisted into what can only be described as pure dread. 

He struggled, yet you kept him caged with one flick of your hips. 

“You said that I needed to beg. To get down on the floor, and beg. Beg for you to stop.” 

Jeff shook his head, his chest heaving. 

He couldn’t beg. He wouldn’t beg. 

But when you let go of his hoodie, letting a hand fall beneath your legs to appease the lewd need for him, he caved. 

He didn’t know why. But he caved. 

“S-so.” You grinned, letting breathy moans escape into the tense atmosphere. 

“Beg. Beg, and I’ll sit down.” 

His response was quick. It surprised even him, as the words left his lips without so much as a second thought. 

“God fuckin’ dammit, please, sit down, holy fuck-“ 

“Louder.” You interrupted him, a sadistic chuckle paired with the phrase. “Fucking scream it.” 

His voice, choked up, followed soon after— much louder than last time. 

“S-sit the fuck down, please, I’m damn fuckin’ beggin’, god, sit the fuck down. Plea-“ 

And with a devilish grin, you finally obliged, his thick girth sinking into your warmth and trapping any sense of sound escaping the man’s lips. 

It was damn near euphoric. 

The two of you let out shuddery whines, gasps, your free hand falling to his chest as your grasp around the knife trembled. Jeff was still almost silent, the only noise present in the short gasps that escaped his lips; he could feel everything, the way you clenched around him, the way your legs shook, the way your head rolled back as you began to move. The man clasped his weathered hands to your hips, letting out an almost disbelieving whine after each bounce. 

Meanwhile, you were losing control. After every rock forwards, each harsh slap of your ass against his thighs, each time his dick hit that sweet spot over and over and over again— your will to keep your head held high was beginning to falter. So much so that after a short while you leaned forwards, threading a hand down to your clit as you rocked against him. Then you rested your head against his. He didn’t fight it. Instead, he lifted a trembling hand, running it through your hair and grasping it tightly. 

“H-hey, bitch,” He uttered, his throat letting out a low groan. “Your little act is starting to slip.” Although the growing urge to submit to your whims remained—confusingly—- in tact, one fact proved true: 

This was Jeff. 

And you were never going to have him under complete control. 

Not in a million years. 

His psyche just couldn’t handle it. 

The defiant words were paired with a low chuckle. His hazy eyes scanned your face for a response, an indication that he was in trouble, but he found nothing. Nothing, except that is, for a weak point.

You were already losing yourself. 

You should’ve grabbed him by his hair, whispered in his ear that if he ever spoke out of turn again? You’d stop. But instead: 

“F-fuck you,”

The words were bitter. Intertwined between moans which only became louder, hips which only moved faster. 

As if awakened by the phrase, something started to creep up on Jeff, something that had been temporarily subdued by his need to be inside you so desperately. 

Anger. 

Fuelled by the words that were spoken to him, the position he was in, the way you made him act, even for a short time. 

The way you made him feel weak.

He’d given up control voluntarily, sure— but enough was enough. 

He gripped your thigh with one hand, teeth gritted and breaths escaping in rugged gasps, then used all of his force to thrust up into you; his other still tangled deeply in strands of hair. Your grip on the knife loosened, as a knot in the pit of your stomach began to tighten, an unbearable heat brimming at the surface. 

You tried to regain control at least a little— pressing your free hand to his chest, but he merely fought through it, forcing you to give in. The man continued to relentlessly abuse your insides, grinning as he felt the knife loosen from his throat, tumbling to the ground and clattering against the wooden panels. 

He figured he’d let you finish this time. 

And you did. Coming so hard against him that it left your body a trembling, shaking mess— slick pooling on his stomach as your thighs clenched around his, head aimed at the sky. He grinned, watching you with heavy lidded eyes, his sinister intent surging the moment you came down from your high. 

You lifted your hands to your face, taking deep breaths.

Then paused. 

Slowly, you lowered them, staring at the man beneath you— realising something. 

You’d dropped the knife. 

He grinned. 

In an instant, he lifted you from his thighs, cock slipping out of you and hitting his stomach with a slap. Then he carried you towards the table, throwing you down against it with a clatter and grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling your face up to meet his. 

“Playtime’s fuckin’ over.” 

He didn’t take long to line up again, and you— too fucked out and swimming in a post orgasm haze— did nothing to fight him. Not even when he grabbed an arm, twisting it behind your back and holding it there, whilst burying himself to the hilt. 

The pace wasn’t soft, gentle, no, the moment he felt you clench around him, it was full speed ahead; animalistic grunts, curses under his breath, like a feral monster chasing nothing but his own release. It didn’t take long before your body writhed underneath him; it took every thrust with a sharp moan, raised its legs to hook around the backs of his thighs, surged with excitement. 

Your rational thought had been cast to the wind. Because the feeling was more than overwhelming. 

It was almost addictive. 

He dropped your hair then, in favour of slapping your ass, and before you knew that familiar tension began to build; he seemed to notice, almost cackling as he belted out a laugh. 

“Hates me so much, but wants to come twice on my cock? Startin’ to think you’re full of shit, whore.”

He matched it with another deep thrust, grunting as he grabbed your hip with a free hand, the other still pressing you firmly into the table.

You said nothing, only glancing at him with clouded eyes, mouth open wide and gasping for air. 

He grinned. 

“Beg.” 

The word slipped out through staggered breaths. Yet were too fucked out to acknowledge them. 

“Beg.” He spat, firmer, matching it with a harsh smack. 

You did just that. 

You begged for him to let you finish, screaming his name over, and over, and over, free-hand grasping at the panels of the table. 

He snarled, satisfied. 

“Cum then, slut.” 

Then, for the second time, you were coming— and all he could do was laugh. Laugh as you shook, as you milked against his cock as it drove into you, as you gasped for air. He soon stopped; twitching as you rode through your high, shuddering when he felt himself nearing his own release. He let go of your wrist to grip you by the back of the neck, pulling you upright then hooked an arm around it in a chokehold. 

Your eyes rolled, letting out sharp, desperate, whines as he grasped at your tits. 

“Fuck,” Jeff rasped, groaning into your shoulder before biting down harshly. 

You cried out. 

Only for it to send Jeff completely over the edge, his body tensing, his arm flexing and choking out any form of air. His hips jutted to chase his fleeting orgasm, as he filled you in entirety, the hot liquid already escaping down your thighs. 

You both remained for a moment, his arms loosened, his chin rested by your neck. 

A heart beat passed. 

Breaths slowed to a halt. 

Then, the air was still. 

The gravity of what you had just done hit you both like a ten tonne truck, mowing over any sense of life in the room.

It only brought with it a thick sense of dread.  

Jeff was the first to move. Silent, hesitant, pulling out of you with a crude ‘pop’ before treading over to the couch. Clothing shuffled as he grabbed his jeans from the ground. 

You had yet to shift, eyes glassy and clouded over, staring at a distant point on the wall; even though your lips spoke, it’s as if you weren’t even saying the words. 

“Nobody hears about this Jeff.” You swallow. “No-one.” 

A moment of silence passes, before Jeff responds. 

“Yeah, I know. Not one fuckin’ soul.” 

-

Over the next week, everyone could tell something had changed.

The house was now eerily quiet; the violent arguments that once adorned its halls in excess now simply ceased to exist. There were still chitters, still disagreements, still conversations which got loud—- but they weren’t one sided screaming matches. They weren’t altercations which ended in one party being dragged off screaming, whilst the other stood there smiling. 

They weren’t between you and Jeff. 

Toby was the first to notice something was up, and you had expected no less from him. 

It started with the subtleties; First, you couldn’t give him a straight answer on what took you so long to get inside that night. Second, every time Jeff passed by in the hall, Toby looked at you expectantly, faltering when the man passed you both without a hitch on multiple occasions. Third, the moment you sat amongst Jeff and the others at the dining table a few days later; not a single foul word was said between either of you.

It all came to a head, when Jeff took your seat on the couch.

Toby knew the perpetrator was in for a rough time then; witnessing time and time again the passive aggressive, sweet-sounding, psychological remarks that would roll off your tongue in quick succession whenever it had happened before. 

Yet, 

When you entered the room… 

Jeff moved. 

He said nothing. He rose from his seat, cleared his throat, then sat somewhere else. 

You didn’t acknowledge him either. Instead, you flopped down into the seat that was previously being kept warm, then closed your eyes. 

And that is what alerted the others. 

That’s when they knew for sure, something had changed— but nobody could figure out exactly what. Hushed conversations followed your form everywhere, hiding behind closed doors and happening when they thought nobody could hear. 

“Those two confuse me, Jane. One minute they’re at each other's throats, the next? They’re strangers.”

”Maybe they came to an agreement, Jack. Or maybe they got bored of tormenting each other. As you know, Nina and I had a feud with him for many years, and after a while, the aggression became exhausting. That doesn’t mean their feelings have lessened, though. Ours haven’t.”

Each time you heard their twisted theories, it only made the fear of being found out fester; only made your ears hypersensitive to the sound of whispers. Your heart stopped the time Ben hit the nail on the head.

”Maybe they hate fucked. I dunno. I’ve seen it works.” 

“No, y-you’ve ‘seen’, it works, in f-fucking p-porn. It d-doesn’t work like t-that in r-reality.” 

Luckily, he’s a known pervert, so nobody took him seriously. 

Toby pulled you aside on every free moment he had, to poke holes in your lies. But you wouldn’t let up, no matter how hard he tried. 

Besides, by the time he’d even gotten to that stage, you’d long since figured out an alibi. 

“I don’t know where Jeff went, why would I care? I went to the safe house, I needed some time alone. When I got there, I fell asleep after getting cosy. Then, I came back.” 

You heard through the grape-vine that Jeff said he went for a walk; he could fend for himself in the woods, so the excuse was plausible. You hadn’t spoken to him about it directly though, In fact, you hadn’t spoken to him at all since that night—- 

Until now. 

A lit cigarette dances between your fingertips, blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders, as you sit on a garden chair. 

Jeff leans back into a different seat, fingers tapping away at the metal as smoke curls into his mouth. 

An empty pack of Marlboro reds lies discarded nearby. 

You’d come out here to smoke, to get away from the whispers that wouldn’t cease inside the house. 

He’d come out here before you, to stare at the sky. 

And now, after sharing the last pack of cigs you own over brief small talk, you sit here, silently.

Together. 

The quiet lingers for a good while. The trees groan in discontent. 

Then, Jeff stands.

He tosses an extinguished cig to the ground. 

He rolls his shoulders. 

Then slowly walks to the edge of the forest… 

and stops. 

He turns his head. 

You meet his gaze, the blanket slowly falling from your shoulders as you come to a stand. 

You see, throughout this past week, there has been something else happening in your mind; a realisation. 

You hate the stares, the theories, the whispers— the fear of being found out. 

But not… 

Jeff. 

Because since that night, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him; fingers delve between your thighs each time you get into bed, imagining it happening all over again, frame by frame. 

Little do you know, he’d been doing the same. 

You meet him at the edge of the forest. 

He grins, letting out a breathy chuckle. 

“Thought so.”

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒄? 𝒐𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒏𝒐, 𝟏𝟏𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆. FUCKIN HESUS CHRISTE.

[decayedwhor3]

ministry

[decayedwhor3]

[decayedwhor3]

[decayedwhor3]

this is gay asl

[decayedwhor3]

Quickie sketch of jeff n trying desperately to learn procreate

[decayedwhor3]

Stranger Calls Me On The Phone

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Pair: Jeff The Killer x AFAB Reader with she/her pronouns

Content: Masturbation // stalking // phone sex (kind of) // degradation // dominance/submission // humiliation kink // fingering // edging // overstimulation // mind break // multiple orgasm // creampie

Notes: Reader is a useless little horndog sorry. There's a few paragraphs that could be interpreted as dubcon but I make it expressly clear that she consents. I watched Scream again a couple days ago and this was the result eheheh. Also I didn't edit this so like, sorry if it's rough.

Wordcount: 3.8k

Minors DNI! (I'm serious, ageless blogs will be blocked)

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

You were home alone. At least, you thought you were.

An old horror movie was playing on your T.V. The killer had just been unmasked, his white shirt drenched in his own blood, dark hair falling over his eyes. He cleaned the red fluid from his hand, slowly sliding his finger out from between his lips. 

Your own fingers brushed against the space between your legs, over your pajama pants, lightly pressing into the soft, covered flesh. You were teasing out a growing heat with every push against your sensitive nerves.

The killer on your screen dragged the blade of his knife down the heroine’s chest. The flat metal glinted as it slowly made its way down her sternum, threatening to split her flesh. He barked orders at the girl with a wide, cocky grin.

You slipped two fingers under your waistband. The sensation of skin on your lower abdomen sent a shudder through your stomach and down to your pussy, which pulsed impatiently. Your hand trailed down and parted your lips, gently placing two fingers right above your clit. “Mmph~” You bit back a moan at the zap of pleasure. 

The killer on your screen was raving, storming from room to room, tearing up cushions and knocking over tables. The girl had escaped, and he was after her like a hungry dog chasing its prey. You fantasized that this fictional man would bring that same ferocity to your bed, shoving your face into the pillows, slamming into you without regard for anything but his own animalistic desires.

Your two fingers rubbed the slick skin above your hole in circles, rolling the warm nub of sparks between them. You hitched your legs up and allowed your fingers further down, coating them in the warm fluid that escaped your entrance.

The killer outside your window was watching this, cock in hand. Hidden in the moonless night, you couldn’t see him if you looked right out your window, but he could see every inch of you bathed in the glow of your bedside lamp. He saw the flutter of your hand beneath the flannel, thumping up and down, and tried to match his own strokes with it. He saw what you were getting yourself off to; knives, blood, and murder. It took all of his self-control not to climb through that window and fulfill all of these fantasies you clearly had.

The movie killer had found his victim, slamming her into a wall with a grip on her neck. Your own hand floated up to your throat, wrapping around it. A soft gasp escaped your lips and your eyes rolled back into your head. Jeff wanted to show you what it really felt like when it was someone else’s hand; when there was real force behind it. You made a soft, whining sound in your desperation, that almost sounded like a plea, and the last of his restraint chipped away.

Your phone rang.

You paused your movie with a groan and pulled your hand out of your pants, wiping it on the fabric quickly. “Hello?” You answered as you picked up.

“Hiya, sunshine.” The man’s voice was husky and low.

“What can I do for you?”

A raspy chuckle came through the line. “What can you do for me, huh? You seem eager to please.” Those last words came out in a slow, mocking hiss, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

A blush spread across your cheeks and you fumbled over your words. “Wh- Ah, no, I meant-”

“Well, you could start by telling me what you’re wearing.”

“Um…” Flustered, you couldn’t even manage a sentence. Silence filled the call for a moment.

“What’s wrong, sunshine, don’t want to play?” His rumbling voice caused a wave of heat to sweep across your neck and ears. Your neglected clit was buzzing for attention.

“P-pajama pants… And a T-shirt.” You squeaked out. You felt humiliated having admitted this to a stranger on the phone, but your heart was racing.

“Good girl,” the man purred, and your pussy clenched. Your lip trembled as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back. “Why don’t you take those pants off, though.”

You considered what you were doing for a moment; following perverted orders from a strange man on the phone. Waves of heat and desire washed over your body, clouding your brain, begging you to be obedient. You ached to plunge your hand back in between your thighs and give your sore cunt some friction. There’s no harm in playing along, you thought. You shimmied your pants down and off your legs, tossing them to your floor. “Ok,” you breathed, “I did it.”

“Hmm,” a pleased hum. “Now, are you in the mood for another game?”

Your breath hitched in anticipation. “What is it?”

“If I guess what color underwear you’re wearing correctly, you have to give me a reward,” Jeff said into the phone, staring right at you.

You pulled your now-bare legs up to your chest nervously. “What kind of reward?”

“Nuh-uh, sunshine. I’ll tell you the reward after I earn it.”

I could always just say no if it’s something freaky, you rationalized. But you decided to make it harder on him. You slid your panties off and dropped them next to your pants. The cool rush of air against your exposed skin caused goosebumps to rise across your thighs. Have fun guessing colors, you thought. “Ok.”

Jeff had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. What was that, he thought, an attempt to outsmart me? He almost felt bad for having you play a game that was so clearly rigged against you. Almost, but not quite, because he knew that deep down, you wanted to lose; to be at a stranger’s mercy. “Hmm,” he grinned. “Someone like you? Someone who would actually spend their time talking to some creep on the phone, desperate for something to get off to? You’re such a dirty little slut, I bet you’re not wearing any at all.”

A pang of shame shot through you, and your hand flew down to your pussy, unable to wait another minute. “Aahn~” An embarrassing whine escaped your throat, and a whole new wave of humiliation hit you as soon as you realized he heard it.

“God, are you masturbating right now?” A broken laugh rang over the phone. “How pathetic are you? I was right. You are just a filthy, needy whore.”

“Mm… Stop…” you whimpered, face red and tears pricking your eyes. But the fingers pumping in and out of your hole told him that you were drinking up every remark. The pad of your palm rubbed against your clit with every thrust as your fingers hooked into the soft, fleshy wall inside of you, pressing against your g-spot. You knew that your breaths were coming in shallow and fast, reverberating through the phone, but you were beyond being self-conscious now.

“No, you stop.” The man’s voice suddenly became urgent. “Remove your hand.”

You froze and did as you were told with a squeak, mourning the pressure you had built up that was now dissipating. Your clitoris throbbed at the lack of promised release. “P-please,” you stuttered pathetically.

“I got the question right, didn’t I? So it’s time for my reward.”

“Anything,” you said. You rubbed your thighs together, desperately grasping at any ounce of friction.

“Open your window.”

Your heart shot up to your throat and your head snapped to your window. “What?”

“Open. Your. Window.” He slowly enunciated every word.

“Who are you?” You sat up. It was hard to think. His words gave you a jolt, but it still felt like there was a condensed ball of flames in your lower stomach.

“Oh no, sunshine” he laughed, “you’ll never get to know that. You see your sleeping mask on your nightstand?”

You tore your eyes from the window for a moment to grab the mask off your table before returning your gaze to it. “Mhmm.”

Jeff spoke with as much honey as his damaged voice could manage. “You are either going to put that on and come open the window, or I’m going to hang up and end this whole game.”

You stared at the crumpled mask in your fist, heart hammering against your ribcage. What could happen? The thought of a stranger climbing through your window and pinning you down, filling you up and speaking in his low, gruff voice right into your ear… A cord wound itself in your abdomen and tugged you out of your bed. Feeling almost as if you weren’t in control of your own body, you pulled the mask over your eyes and shuffled to your window by memory alone, unlocking it and pushing it open before taking a few steps back.

You stood there for a few agonizing seconds as nothing happened. No sound, no movement, just the cool night breeze gliding across your tingling skin. You dipped your head for a moment as you realized that this could have been a prank. How likely was it that some stranger would have your address and phone number? Then, there was a shuffle of denim and a thud of feet dropping onto the floor. You could feel his presence in front of you. You reached your arms out blindly, trying to find him, but were only met with air before his own hand caught your chin. He tilted your head up and spoke. “You look so much prettier without that pane of glass between us.” His low, gravelly voice was even more alluring without the haze of static on your phone.

The floor beneath you felt like it was falling away and your legs wobbled. You opened your mouth, searching for words, but couldn’t find any. His scent filled the space between the two of you; whiskey, cigarettes and… copper? You longed to pull off your blindfold and get a look at the man in front of you, but you didn’t know what would happen if you disobeyed him. His thumb traced the line of your jaw before retreating from you altogether. Without intending to, you leaned forward in an effort to keep his hand on you.

“Horror movies, huh?” You felt the air stir as the stranger whisked past you. There was the soft squeak of springs as he took his seat on the edge of your bed.

“What?” You turned, trying to face him despite not being able to see.

“You’re watching horror movies to get off,” he laughed. “You must really be a freak.” You lowered your head and hugged your torso. A gust blew in from the open window behind you, sending cold air between your legs and reminding you that you were standing half naked. You suddenly felt very small, imagining his eyes on your flesh, like a mouse backed into a corner. “Come here.” His low voice interrupted your thoughts.

With weak legs, you took a few steps to your bed, bumping your knee into his. You gingerly reached out again, your fingers brushing against long, sleek hair. His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it down onto his shoulder. “Straddle me.”

You obeyed, climbing onto him the best you could, going by feeling alone. His rough jeans rubbed against your thighs. The sensation of your legs being spread apart by his own sent a shiver up your spine. You hovered slightly above his lap, conscious of the mess between your legs.

Without warning, his fingers slid between your lips. You let out a shocked yelp at the sudden touch. Your head lolled forward, falling into the crook of his neck as your body folded. “Jesus, sunshine. Look at how fucking wet you are,” he hissed into your ear. His fingers slid into your hole with ease, rough and thick. Your arms fell from his shoulders, wrapping around his neck, and another embarrassing moan rang from your throat. He hooked his fingers, pressing them into the warm wall of flesh inside of you. Your mind was blank and fuzzy, all of your senses numb except for the pleasure building at his fingertips. Your clit felt like a live wire, every brush of his palm against it sending shocks through your stomach. You were panting and mewling into his ear, your hips grinding down into his hand, trying to match his thrusts.

“Are you close?” He asked.

“Mhmm.” You nodded your head yes, unable to form any actual words.

“How close?”

“I-I’m about to-” Your words were cut short as he quickly removed his fingers from you. You hissed at the sudden lack of touch, teetering on the brink of an orgasm. Your hips bucked down reflexively, frantic for anything to rub against. Jeff opened his legs so that you couldn’t use them, spreading yours further apart and causing you to lose your balance, your upper body crashing against his completely. You rutted against the air to no avail, curses spilling from your lips and tears welling in your eyes.

“Aw, sweetheart, did you think you were the only one getting any attention tonight?” There was the sound of a zipper and a rustle of fabric beneath your shaking body. You understood immediately, and it only spurred you on more. You were flooded with shame, unable to stop your hips spastically and pitifully humping against nothing at all, melting atop this cool and collected stranger. The urge to cry in embarrassment was overshadowed only by the urge for release.

“Stop moving,” the man commanded. “You look like a fucking dog with no self control.” You tensed your body, trying to be still, but tremors still reverberated throughout you. “Are you a dog?” He grabbed a fist of your hair and pulled your face up to his, firm but not yanking. “Are you just a horny little bitch?” You wailed in response, mouth hanging open, unable to even think of forming a sentence. This was almost too much. There was a beat, your legs quivering and on fire, but no longer moving, before he spoke again, voice low. “I asked you a question.”

Oh my god. He actually expected you to answer him. You felt so vulnerable, not even knowing what he looked like. You heard the sound of a drop hitting the floor beneath you and your face crumpled into a pout. You were literally dripping. “Y-yes.” You eeked out.

“Yes what?”

You groaned. This was mortifying, but you needed him to keep touching you. “Yes I’m just a… h-horny little bitch…” You whispered.

“What? I can’t hear you if you whisper, sunshine.”

The tears spilled from your eyes and you swallowed a lump in your throat. “I’m just a horny little bitch,” you stated clearly.

You were rewarded with something stiff and thick smacking against your pubic bone. You gasped as Jeff pulled you closer to him, closing his legs. “That’s my good girl,” he said, leaning back. He took his cock and ran the tip of it between your lips, teasing it back and forth slowly. Once again, you were accumulating pressure, and after two incomplete attempts in the last hour, it only took seconds to bring your sensitive cunt back to the precipice. “Do you know what good girls get?” He positioned himself right at your entrance, pressing in slightly, threatening to breach into you.

“Hahh~?” Your voice came out in a thin, shrill tone. It took all of your restraint not to grind down and plunge him into you.

He whipped his cock up and out of your heat, grazing against your engorged clit. You grit your teeth and sucked in air. “You get to rub yourself against me.” He pulled you down so that your pussy was pressed against the shaft of his cock. You shuddered.

“I-I thought-” you mumbled.

“Hmm?” His cock twitched against you.

“I thought…”

“Oh, did you think I was going to fuck you?” He let out a cruel, hoarse cackle. “Oh, you really are a little slut, aren’t you?” You flushed, and your body jerked against his, relishing in the friction. “I’ll tell you what, sunshine. Since you’ve been such a good girl for me, if you keep rubbing against me like a needy, mindless little fucktoy, and making those cute little noises, and begging me to put my cock in you, I’ll think about it.”

Your body responded to his words, rocking against him desperately. “P-please,” you sputtered. The slick flesh of your cunt slid against him, over and over, covering his dick in the warm, messy fluids you were secreting. A tiny amount of it pooled in the dips of his hip bones as his cock periodically pulsed up onto you. You swore you could hear him let out a sigh as you rubbed up and down the length of him.

“Is that all? I’m gonna need more than that, sunshine,” he encouraged. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into your soft flesh.

“P-p-please f-fuck me…” Your clit was on fire but your pussy was aching to be filled. “P-please put your c-cock in me.” Your hands tangled into his hair as your body rolled back and forth like an angry tide. “Please… Please fill m-me up.” Something snapped in your stomach and you realized with a jolt that you were beyond the point of return. Your pleas shifted. “Please let me cum. Please. Please. Please I need- Please!” You begged with urgency.

“Cum,” the man ordered, and the knot of heat in your stomach shattered. Waves of pleasure and relief washed over your body, down to the tips of your toes. Your head fell back and you released a long, faltering note. You collapsed against the man, your body trembling with aftershocks as your sensitive clit still pressed against his throbbing cock.

Jeff pushed you to the side and onto your bed with a growl, his cocky facade slipping. In a moment he was on top of you, pinning your legs up, again pressing his cock against your tender entrance. “Do you still want me to fill you up?”

You didn’t know if you could handle more after that, but god, did you want to try. “Mhmm,” you nodded, blindly reaching to wrap your arms around him. You wheezed as he slammed into you, his sheer girth stretching you open, giving you no time to get accustomed to him. There wasn’t a moment to catch your breath as he craned over you, pounding into you again and again, rubbing the sore walls of your cunt. The glow of your last orgasm had barely begun to fade before the same heat was building in your stomach. Your clit began to sting with any brush against it, the amount of stimulation morphing the pleasure into a sharp, dizzying pain. You cried out, more tears slipping down your face, but despite this, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, demanding more.

You clung to him with all of your limbs while your headboard repeatedly smacked against the wall behind you. Your face was buried into the crook of his neck, eyes rolling back into your head. He muttered curses into your ear. You could do nothing but wail against the unrelenting barrage of sensation you were receiving.

Jeff lifted himself up slightly, and you looked up, realizing the mask had been pushed up and off of your eyes. You could see him, his white hoodie, his black hair, and that ghoulish cut-up smile of his. You recognized him instantly, fear shooting through your body and mixing in your stomach with the orgasm that was building.

His eyes were glazed with lust, but snapped up when he realized you were looking at him. He didn’t hesitate at the look of horror on your face, plastering a grin on his own as he continued fucking you into the bed.

“What’s wrong, sunshine? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He cooed, pinning your arms above your head with one hand.

Despite your understanding, you were barely able to form a thought, pain and pleasure clouding over any rational part of your brain. The heat in your stomach was threatening to burst. “You-... You’re…”

“I’m what?” With his other hand, he stroked the side of your face, laughing at how you flinched and leaned into it at the same time. “I’m the best lay you’ve ever had?”

“Jeff,” you mumbled. “I’ve seen… on the news…” You felt like a puppet, unable to think or protest against the man whose cock was pumping in and out of you, stirring your insides and turning you into a useless, mindless doll. There was no strength in your limbs, except for your legs which refused to loosen their grip around the man’s hips, pulling him deeper into you.

“Aw, and I thought we were having so much fun… Do you want me to stop?” With that, he suddenly pulled out of you and sat completely still.

Your body responded before your mind could, desperately trying to reel him back in. “No~” you moaned involuntarily. Your legs struggled to pull him towards you, your pussy clamping down on nothing at the sudden emptiness. Your pinned arms struggled weakly against his own, trying to reach for him, grab him, anything. 

He looked down at you with cold, smiling eyes. “Tell me you want it.”

“I need it,” you breathed.

“That’s all I want to hear, baby.” At once he was back inside of you, immersing your entire body in a blanket of ecstasy. Your hips ground upwards against him, not wanting to give him a chance to leave again. After a few more thrusts, you came.

This time, there was no breaking, just ripples of euphoria that rolled through you. You let out a whining sigh. The walls of your cunt squeezed around his throbbing cock and he groaned. With one last push, he laid his head against yours and his hips stuttered. A hoarse moan escaped from his own throat as he spilled into you.

You laid like that for a moment, both of you utterly spent. His cock occasionally twitched in you, keeping his seed from leaking out. You could barely open your heavy eyelids, and your limbs felt like jelly. You took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of cigarettes and shampoo that clung to his hair.

Finally, he pulled out of you. You barely held on to consciousness as he shuffled around your room, pulling his pants back on. He leaned in close to your ear and purred, “whenever you want to see me again, just leave your window open.” With that, he pulled your sleeping mask back down, over your eyes, and left you unmoving on your bed, his cum dripping between your legs. You considered it while drifting off to sleep. In fact, you thought, I’ll probably rarely ever close it again.

[decayedwhor3]

i love you vampire themed media i love you metaphor for queerness i love you blood aesthetic i love you gothic architecture i love you coffin beds i love you cross necklaces i love you canine teeth i love you intimacy hidden in violence i love you vampires

[decayedwhor3]

[decayedwhor3]

And it rips my heart apart.

[decayedwhor3]

i love you

I will wait a thousand years for you, if need be. I promise you, our time will come

[decayedwhor3]

Smile For The Camera

Jeff the killer x fem!reader camgirl

Mentions: exhibitionism, bondage, humiliation, breaking and entering

Reader POV

“Thank you slxtfxk43 for the tokens!” You cheerfully exclaim over the sound of chimes coming though your speakers. You moved your foot that was propped on the chair over to your desk, allowing a better view of your pussy for the webcam. You moan out as you rub your hitachi over your folds and skimming through the chat.

Cbr3664: you look so hot

Bcockjas33: such a pretty pussy !!

You let out a soft giggle and continue to pleasure yourself in front of a whopping 18 people in your live show.

You hear another chime ring out, bringing you back from your blissful state.

Slxtfxk43: tipped 300 tokens for “tie me up!”

You smiled and sit up in your chair, still holding your vibrator to your cunt. “Thanks slxtfxk43 for the tip” you gushed, putting on the flirtiest persona for to coax your chat for more donations. “Let me go get my rope” you mew out into the mic as you hop up from your chair and putt down the toy on your desk.

You walk over to the side of your bed where a box of kink gear resides, pulling out two small lengths of rope. You prance back over to your computer chair excitedly and begin to wrap the rope around your thighs and fasten your legs to either side of the arm rests of your chair, finishing at your ankles.

It was a poor job but enough to keep them in place. You bite your lip, gazing up at the camera and eagerly catching up on the missed chat logs before picking up your toy again.

Cbr3664: make them tighter baby

Reddy730: that’s perfect

Tittycxnt800: who is at your window???

Ghostpro420: tipped 5 tokens!

You click on your toy and hold it up to your cunt as you read. Furrowing your eyebrows with a quick sunken heart, you dart to your monitor to check the window. “I cant believe I fell for that” you thought to yourself, smiling and putting on a pretty face again. You felt pretty silly and decide to change the topic.

“I cant even move guys!” You whine out in a pant, squirming around in your chair.

Sexyboy45: followed you!

Slxtfxk43: tipped you 50 tokens!

“Mmm thank you slutfuck” you moan out, rubbing your hitachi faster in between your folds. You can feel yourself reaching your climax and closed your eyes, ignoring the constant chiming that was alarming you though your desktop. Your breathing began to hitch as you prepared to release the built up pressure forming at your core.

You are shockingly interrupted by a forceful grip around your throat. Your eyes wide open, you meet the killers eyes through your monitor. Your mouth agape and orgasm lost, you don’t even know what to say.

“I didn’t realize you were this much of a whore” he criticized, tightening his grip. You didn’t think he could have come at a better time.

Jeff had started visiting you for hook ups around a month ago, occasionally coming to fuck and smoke. You two met once he began stalking you. At your house, work, school, even on girls trips to the bar. You bet that he thought you wouldn't catch on, but you weren't that oblivious. You soon confronted him, and he was taken aback that he didn’t strike fear into you as he did many many others. He latched onto you quick because of this, and a bond (symbiotic relationship) formed. You didn’t care what he had done and quite frankly, you found his mangled face quite endearing. You have always had a love for the oddities.

You can see movement on your second monitor, indicating that the chat was filling up. You don’t look at it directly to avoid the confrontation of something this embarrassing, yet, you’re eager to find out what he’s going to do with you now that your body tied to a chair with an audience right in front of him. You don’t know Jeff very well, but well enough that you’re certain he was going to take advantage such a luscious opportunity.

Tittycxnt800: SOMEONE IS CLIMBING THROUGH YOUR WINDOW?

Tittycxnt800: is this real??

Slxtfxk43: it cant be lol

Ghostpro420: just enjoy the show

Slxtfxk43: tipped 50 tokens!

More chimes ring through your speakers, curiosity filling you, you to look up to see his reaction with wide doe eyes. You’re filled with anticipation as your heart races. You squirm more in you chair and move your left hand up to the much stronger one around your throat, gripping at his wrist. Jeff's other arm reaches down between your legs and runs his fingers through your slit, pulling out a long, soft moan on your already swollen clit. Your attention is no longer on the chat, instead you’re fixated on the handsome criminal above you.

Jeff's face contorts and he looks down at your terrible rope job on the chair. “I can tell you barely tried, bunny” he says condescendingly while pulling at the ropes, quickly making them fall apart. You let out a giggle that was almost audible. You were still shocked this was even happening to you. “I bet that I can make your stream much more enjoyable to watch” he sneered, grabbing a fistful of hair from the back of your head and jerked it back, forcing you to look up at him fully. You grin at him excitedly while he gropes at your bare breast, not returning the smile he is given. Instead staring back stoically, unable to make out any emotion but concentration in his eyes.

He forcefully grabs your arm and turns you around in your chair, facing your back towards the camera, using one of the ropes to tie your forearms together, locking them in place far behind you. He immediately turns you back to the camera, and has you sitting on your knees. You were now facing the tent in his pants as he hastily undid his belt, pulling down his garments and revealing his swollen member to you and the camera. He grabs your long hair again, and you open your mouth before he even tells you to. You know better.

With a smirk he slowly shoves his cock in, straight down your throat first, causing you to gag. He slowly reaches in for more and the gags lessen as you adjust your breathing.

Before you know it he was fucking your mouth, roughly pulling at your hair and bobbing your head on his cock. Your cheeks were flush and you could feel your eyes begin to water but you loved the feeling of him in your throat. Chimes were dinging more constant that you’re used to hearing. Your audience must be eating this up.

Jeff groans and slows his pace, admiring your stare up to him. He notices the tears welling in your eyes and he takes his thumb and wipes them, smearing your eyeliner over your lids. “Dumb slut” he said in a loving tone. You watch as he looks over at the monitors, glancing at the chat and checking himself out in the frame. You whimper as your mouth grew tired and cunt became sore from throbbing, rubbing your thighs together for any friction you can please yourself with to relieve the pain.

After a few more thrusts, he pulls himself out of your mouth, enjoying the sight of slobber dribbling down your chin to your chest. He wipes your chin with a heavy hand and smears your saliva over your face roughly to mess up your makeup even further, finishing with a few smacks on the cheek. You purse your lips and look up at him eagerly, waiting for his next move.

Jeff moves over to the desktop again, leaning over to catch up on the flooding chat that has been missed.

“They really want me to fuck you” Jeff snickers, turning his head back to you with a smirk.

You return his smile and squirm in your restraints “that’s what they’re here for” you respond quietly and eagerly.

He grinned darkly and adjusted your body to sit sideways on the chair, still on your knees, pulling the chair into the frame. He grabs a fistful of your hair and and puts your face into the camera. You look at the monitor to see your face full of messy makeup and slobber. How humiliating. You almost didn’t want to read the chat but the situation had every one of your buttons turned on.

You’re brought back from your dirty thoughts by Jeffs cock poking at your entrance. You furrow your eyebrows and moan, still looking at yourself in the screen.

“smile for the camera, doll” Jeff teased, pushing himself inside you. Your mouth opens and you let out a groan of pleasure as he slowly enters you. He stays still, adjusting himself and you further before he begins to pound into your tight cunt. You let out a shriek from the ecstasy and your body tenses up from his violating actions. He has you at such an controlling angle that his cock is hitting your sweet spots without fail. Your body shifted forward with every thrust, uncontrollably shaking your figure yet unable to move at all. Your arms were tightly bound behind you and his hand firmly keeping you in frame of the camera.

Your moans slipping out left and right while he continues at his rapid pace. Looking down at the chat, you read what you could.

Ghostpro420: fuck that whore good

Raunchyrep97: what a good angle

Tittycxnt800: tipped 80 coins!

The sinking realization of him fucking you like this in front of your followers consumed you and turned you on even more.

Slxtfxk43: tipped 200 tokens! For: cum on face!

You didn’t think Jeff could read that, maybe the alert would pass without him realizing you thought. You hear him chuckle darkly as soon as the thought passes. He definitely read it.

He moves his free hand to your rope tied forearms for more grip and rams into you harder, each hit on you cervix filling you with more and more pleasure than the last. You tighten around him as the pressure is building up in your core, your body moving with his.

You look down at the monitor again to see yourself. Only your head and torso was visible to the camera with Jeff’s chest behind you, his head cut off at the top of the frame. You can feel yourself reaching your peak quicker while watching yourself getting fucked like a rag doll.

“You like watching yourself baby? Are you enjoying this?” He coos through his heavy breathing, while moving his hand from your hair and reaching your mouth, sticking his fingers inside and stretching out your cheeks. You let out a distorted moan in confirmation as he quickens his pace, but his thrusts gets sloppier. You suck and bite on his fingers in response.

“you’re such a good whore for me” Jeff groans out in praise.

‘you’re doing so good” he continues. “Just a little more” he pounds into you faster and softer and you almost cant handle anymore stimulation. A few more blissful moments pass and you feel him pull himself out of you quickly, once again grabbing at your hair and pulling you into a sitting position in the chair. He forces your head up to look at him as he jerks himself off, dick mere inches above your face before finishing himself on your mouth. He squeezes at your jaw to keep you mouth open for any of his cum to fall in to his pleasing. Jeff lets out a long groan as he releases over you.

You can hear your desktop chiming repeatedly with tip alarms but not even bothering to let it distract you. He looked so handsome from this angle and you enjoyed his rough touch.

Jeff looks down at you admiringly, basking in the sight of your sloppy face, smeared makeup and cum throughout. He pushes your head towards the camera again, giving the people a perfect view of his masterpiece. You hear him chuckle again as he smears it around even more, smacking you and pulling the remains of the fluid inside of your mouth and gagging you with his fingers. You felt so humiliated in the best way possible. You didn’t realize the humiliation would grow until you see the view count at the top left of the screen.

1,032 viewers

Your heart sank with anxiety as you have never seen this many people in your room at once. You only average around 10 to 20 people when you go live. The word must've spread fast that this was not supposed to happen.

“That’s a lot of people doll” Jeff started “you’re a star!” he said sarcastically right into your ear, his grip firmly on your chin. He's enjoying watching your humiliation unfold right in front of him. He palms your face, shoving you down onto the chair again and taking over your desktop, leaving you restrained.

“Thanks for watching the show” jeff tells the camera darkly, still keeping his face out of view. He closes the live and turns off the computer.

Jeff turns to you, taking off his gear and moves to grab your legs, pulling until your back is flush with the bottom seat and pushes your legs towards you to pin you in place. You giggle in response to his rough maneuvering.

“Round 2 is private” he spat, reaching for the computer and shutting it off with one button adjusting himself towards your entrance again.

[decayedwhor3]

Scolds Bridle

Jeff The Killer x Fem!Reader zombie apocalypse au

mentions: bondage, edging, teasing, overstim, humiliation, porn with plot

note: the mask looks like the one from ahs roanoke lols

Jeff POV

“This could work” she said as I watched her hand reach for the rusted handles of the old barn. Standing a few steps behind her, I watched as she pulled on the heavy door and the smell of hay and mildew floods out of the structure.

“Better than the shed we found a few kilometers back” I said with a smirk.

She scoffed and nodded in agreement as she holds open the door.

I follow behind her as we enter through the rotting doors. Whoever resided here last had to be survivors as the barn was made into a makeshift survival camp. A shitty one at that. No wonder they left.

I walk over to the work bench to take anything useful. “They couldn’t leave anything useful, huh” I thought to myself.

I picked up a roll of rope with a sigh, hooking the loop on my pistol holster, I look over my shoulder to my partner. I watch as she is already laying a sheet we have packed over a heap of loose hay.

“Looks comfy” I call out to her, the sarcasm peeking through my tone.

“Doesn’t it!” She mocked back with a wide grin.

“I’m gonna go scope out the area real quick” I tell her as I begin to walk back to the doors. She’s already rolled over onto our pallet for the night.

She looks up at me with furrowed eyebrows “the sun is going down” she stated.

“I’ll be fast. I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t”

She exhales slowly, not even looking back up to me. “Scream if you need help” I hear her tease as I’m walking out the barn doors.

“Will fuckin do” I mutter to myself, now too far to respond.

I go ahead and start the firepit before sundown, and begin on my rounds.

I look around to the left of the barn to see piles of junk. Almost can’t even tell if it was from before the fall or after. Old scrap metal, rusted mechanical tools and car parts. Random junk scattered all across the the yard. Over to my right I spot a small tool shed and a well.

Walking over to the tool shed, I open the doors to ensure no one is inside.

Completely empty.

I leave and make my way around the barn looking for any signs of survivor or walker activity.

No foot prints, no gas, no cars, no blood or roamers, only junk.

I make my way back to where I started at the left of the barn, I figure there’s enough time to at least scavenge.

I walk up to where the junk is most accumulated on the side of the barn and begin to search. “Let’s see what treats you got” I think to myself as I pull off the tarp of a wagon. Filled to the brim with half empty trash bags and metal scraps. To beat nightfall I quickly start tossing out the bags and anything easy enough to lift out to make it easier to search through its contents.

As I tug on a black plastic bag towards the bottom, it rips and clothes begin to flood out of the bag.

“Dammit” I hissed.

I pull the clothes away and find the culprit of the rip. A metal spike is underneath. A railroad stake maybe? That’s handy in these times.

I reach my hand into the pit and grab the stake, tugging harder than I thought would be necessary to recover it. “Shit” I mutter, and give it a few more strong pulls.

My eyes widen with excitement. To my surprise, it’s not a railroad stake at all. It was an old ass face harness. It was metal and rusted with thick, blunt spikes following the frames of the mask. I grin widely at my find, holding it with both hands as I inspect the quality.

Kinky thoughts flash through my mind, aware of the time constraint, I call it quits on scavenging for the night. I’ve got more pressing issues.

Reader POV

“Y/n! Come out here!” You here Jeff call from outside.

Slightly panicked from his call, You’re quickly on your feet and out the door to him.

You see him standing there with a chunk of metal in his hands. Squinting as you walk closer, trying to decipher what’s in he’s holding.

“Do you know what this is, bunny?” He questioned, his tone darkened.

You begin to open my mouth to answer, but no words come. You shrug, looking back up to him curiously.

He chuckles as he pulls on a latch, separating the contraption in half and taking a step closer to you.

“It’s a medieval torture device” he stated darkly, not hesitating to put it to your head.

Without even processing what he did, You flinch and hold your hands up to it as he closes the back, cold metal flush with your forehead and neck. You look up to him, face in shock and mouth agape at his assertion.

He leans down, closer to my ear, still fidgeting with the latches. “They used it on women who were out of line to humiliation them into submission” he informs you, his voice heavy in your ears and heart pounding in shock.

He grabs a spike near the right of your head and tugs it, pulling the entire half of your upper body with it.

You let out a giggle and grasp it at the base with both your hands. “It’s pretty heavy” you think.

You look up at him, biting your lower lip to show that you really like where he’s going with this.

Smiling with his tongue in between his teeth, he pulls the spike back with his left hand, arching your neck to look up at him. With his right he twists on a knob that’s in front of your mouth.

Your vision is so limited, with a mixture of confusion and excitement running through your body, You almost don’t notice his movements.

“Open for me doll” he coos and you skeptically oblige. He pushes the knob down forcing a wide leather gag between your teeth. He laughs softly as he locks it in place.

“Mmgh” You manage to get out, situating your mouth and tongue into place. You look back up to him wide eyed.

Jeff moves behind you with a hand on your shoulder and another on the back of the harness, he pushes you towards the barn wall.

“Brace yourself” he taunted.

Without hesitation he rams the front spike of the harness onto the wall of the barn, spike wedges tightly in between the old wood, forcing you into place.

You’re now forced to look down towards the ground, bent at an angle that you’re sure is pleasant for him to see. You try to push on the wall, feeling where you are stuck at the top of your forehead. It was not budging.

He doesn’t waste any time before he’s tugging down your cargo pants and rubbing his fingers over your cunt though your panties. His other hand kneading harshly on your ass.

You let out a moan and situate your hands to either side of the caged mask, relieving yourself of the weight. Your knees almost buckle at his touch.

“You’re already wet over this?” He teased, rubbing his thumb over the wet patch on your panties.

“Only you would” he sneered as he began to rub in circles, now targeted on your clit and sending sparks to your core. His hand gripping tightly on your hip.

“Kinky whore” he trailed off, bending over, now eye level with your pussy. He stretches open your ass cheeks to see your puffy cunt poking out of the fabric.

He moves forward to nibble and kiss through your panties, making you gasp. He always love to tease a little too long, until you’re begging and needy for him. You arch my back and try to push your behind closer and create more friction, letting out another muffled moan.

Jeff trails his fingers up and down your sides and pulls down your panties as he makes his way down your legs. His hands snake around your inner thigh and grips them tightly right under your groin, keeping them still as he swiped his tongue between your folds and pulls away. Always teasing.

He inches closer again and gives you more, making you groan louder as the pit in your core grows. His warm tongue is lapping at your dripping slit and your legs start to quiver, which in turn, makes Jeff spread you a little further and quickens his pace.

Getting closer to climax, You can feel your cunt getting hotter and your core tighten even more. Instinctively, You move your hips, attempting to have any control over your orgasm while you let out breathy whimpers and grip your headpiece even harder.

You’re quickly let down when Jeff pulls away, standing up and slapping your ass with a firm hand. You can only wait for his next move as your cunt is now pulsating with excitement.

You can hear him unbuckling his belt holster and jeans, listening to the fabric shuffle it’s way down his legs. This feels like an eternity and you’re growing impatient, babbling through the gag little pleas for him to fuck you.

“So eager” he pointed out in a teasing tone. You could feel his tip rubbing up against your entrance and try desperately to push towards his member. He adjusts himself to slide past your entrance and fucks your slit, only teasing your clit further. “How about we learn some fuckin patience, yeah doll?” He says as if he’s talking down to you.

Jeff’s hand moves down and he begins to fist his member, rubbing the tip harshly on your clit while your muffled begging is just making him harder. He digs his fingers into your hip and finally pushes himself into your puffy cunt. He stretches you out with his thumbs to get a better view while he slowly pushes in and out.

You let out a long groan and move one of your hands to the wall for support, hoping he goes faster soon.

“You slut” he moans out breathily. “You look so good in that cage” picking up his pace once you adjusted to his thick. He reaches over and pulls your forearm back, using it as leverage to pound into you harder.

You let out a wail of pleasure as he rams into your cervix, tightening around him from the pressure. The volume was disregarded as walkers were the last thing on either of our minds. It was a problem for later.

Jeff grips you tighter while the sound of skin slapping drives you closer to cumming. He lets his head fall back and groans deeply, loving how wet you get for him. “You like being used like a toy?” He taunted you more. You really really did. His dirty words lingered and You could feel the pressure building in your lower half.

“Should I let you cum?” He threatened, You respond in distorted pleas and indecipherable babbles in between constant moans. “Do you deserve it?” He asked and his thrusts became slower and you let out another whimper.

“Nghguhhg” you declined, knowing that yes would have been the incorrect answer in his mind. “Good girl” he praised, letting go of your arm and moving his grip to your hip and another to your front, fingers above your clit “you’re lucky I’m in a generous mood” he fixes his new position and his thrusting takes speed while rubbing circles around your clit.

You shrieked in ecstasy as he pushed you closer to finishing. His cock hitting your cervix so fast combined with him abusing your clit sent you over the edge in pleasure and you were moments away from overflowing.

“Take it baby, you’re doing so good” he continued to praise you as he could feel your cunt throbbing around him. You took in a deep breath and held it, only focusing on what you were given, You let out a groan while releasing on his cock. He doesn’t even stop and only adjusts his grip on your sides.

His pounding becomes overwhelming and another wave of pleasure washes over as you squirt juices all over his front side.

“Yes baby!” He moaned out cockily, the sight of your juices flowing out into him was enough to send him over the edge, thrusts becoming sloppier as he cums inside your soaked pussy.

He finishes and pulls out, squishing around your butt harshly, admiring his work and biting your cheek hard before standing back up and making his way toward your front.

“Heads up” he warned as he harshly ripped your head cage out of the wood, which sent you straight down to the dead grass on your behind. He stands behind you and unlatched the torture device from your head. Immediate relief from the weight comes over and only adds more pleasure to your exhausted state.

He tossed it onto the ground and roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. He admired the pressure marks the metal made on your face. “Can’t tell if you’re cuter with it off” he teased with a smirk on his face. “Fuck off” you laugh back at him as he lifts you up off the ground.