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I'm going to go feral when this movie drops in September. 👻 🎃 🔥🔥🔥🍆💦 🪦

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Ok but 90's Jon hits sooo different,,♡♡

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GIFT GIVING PT VI

MASTERLIST / REQUESTS

Gift giving Masterlist

Pairings: Art the clown x GN reader

Warnings: gore, dead body, slasher stuff… art the clown things🤩, dissection, killing, brief mention of cannibalism, Stockholm syndrome, art tricks reader into hurting someone, gross stuff.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

Thats a body why the fuck does he have a body!? You tried to calm yourself down, but your mind wouldn’t stop racing. You flinched slightly as he dropped it at your feet, he did a ‘tada!’ Motion smiling largely. “A-art.. why do you have-“ he’s a serial killer, dumbass, why wouldn’t he have a body? Better question- “why are you showing me a body?” He motioned for you to get down on your knees as he got down on the opposite side of the body. You slowly got down avoiding looking at the corpse. He frowned rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. He looked around grabbing a rag, and putting it over the bodies head. He grabbed onto the victims shirt tearing it open so his chest was exposed. The person before you couldn’t be more than a year older than yourself. “What are we do-“ he put a finger to your lips before pulling away, and clasping his hands together in admiration of your new look. He patted you on the head gently. He rummaged in his familiar black garbage bag, pulling out tools of all sorts, things you would see in a operating room. You awaited his next move cautiously, worried of what he wanted to do to you, or with you.

He picked up a scalpel, and placed it in your hand. His skin was calloused and warm against yours, which wasn’t really a surprise considering his hobbies. He led your hand down to the body. Was he trying to teach you how to cut someone open?… you looked up at his grinning face, eyes focused on the sharp blade that was held in your much more delicate hand. He found it adorable, how you shook slightly, and how you got goosebumps from the cold metal. He pressed your hand so the blade was on the corpses sternum making you press down farther. You felt the blade slide in as blood pooled to the surface. He must’ve not been dead long as it was still flowing decent- the corpse started screaming. It was alive. He was fucking alive.

You jumped back covering your mouth in horror, as art wrapped a single hand around his throat the sound of choking making bile rise in your throat. He beckons you forward looking angry that his teaching session got interrupted. You were scared he would get mad if you didn’t listen so you came back. “W-why didn’t you tell me he was alive?” You asked quietly. He shrugged rehanding you the blade. “Art- Art i cant he’s-“ he shoves the blade into your hand wanting you to pick it up. You grab it slowly as he guides you back to the small, but deep incision he helped you make. The boy was dead now he killed him, he was still choking him yet looked so calm. You swallowed harshly dragging the scalpel down his skin splitting open. It was white at first before blood started forming. He pushed your hand deeper breaking to the layer of fat. You wanted to gag but held it down. He made you push even harder until you could see part of his ribs. He let go of his neck reaching in and spreading the skin open wide showing you. He found beauty in this, joy in the suffering he caused. You didn’t understand it and you prayed you never did. You prayed that you would always feel the bile rise to the back of your throat when you saw the things he did, that you were never numb to pain, especially not enjoying inflicting it on others.

He grabbed some scissor looking things that helped pull back the skin so he didn’t have to hold it, so he could guide you, his little protégé. He was so proud of you, you were doing so good for him. He held back a grin as he grabbed a hammer. He handed it to you eagerly. He motioned for you to crack open his ribs. “Art…” you said apprehensively. That night art made you dissect a innocent person and tried to make you eat part of him. He let you refuse that with a large huff and annoyed look.

You stood up looking at your bloodied hands. What did you do? Why would you do that? He made you- no he didn’t you didn’t try and say no. You swallowed harshly. You helped kill a guy he may have choked him but you made the first cut. Yes it was that just a cut. He could tell you were in your head making him annoyed. He waved his hands in front of your face looking down at you. “S-sorry..” you squeezed out through the pure disgust of yourself. He turned you around unzipping the back of your costume before grabbing the body by his ankle dragging him away to god knows where. You undressed quickly putting on the hand me downs art gave you. Sliding them on as he came back with a wet rag practically smacking it on your face as he washed the makeup off roughly. He led you back to your “room” watching as you got on the mattress. He waved goodnight before locking you in and prancing off. Did he not trust you anymore? He left it open earlier.

You were a criminal and its just what he wanted. You slowly drifted to sleep images flashing in your head of the monster you might become.

I HOPE YALL LIKED THIS IM SORRY I WAS GONE!!!

Taglist: @luvghostie @thestarfishinjootsoffice @quinn-7007

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Sorry I died for a sec but I’ll be done w one of the two things I was working on tmrw

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god why are long haired slashers hot...

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i think if i got head it would fix almost all of my problems

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I am so down bad for Jeff it’s not even funny I would quite literally would let him do anything to me

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Eraser

Summary: You go to a party, but it’s a bit to much for you. You find yourself outside alone with a strange man, you weren’t expecting to drug you.

Character: Jeff the killer x Fem!reader

Content warnings: Drugging, Non Con, Dark themes, Degrading, Humiliation, pain, unwanted sex. Scary situations. He calls you names.

Notes: This is my first smut I’ve posted publicly. Really nervous about it. THIS IS HIGHLY TRIGGERING CONTENT!! Do not read it if this situation triggers you. Before I get any comments about how I’m terrible for writing this, it’s tagged. You don’t have to read it, people cope with their trauma in different ways this is how I do mine. This is for @endious, cuz she, requested it. Teehee.

Here not even 30 minutes and you already wanted to leave. The loud rhythmic thumping of the music made your head pound, it felt like it was vibrating inside your chest. And the dimly lit building, with fluorescent purple and neon pink lighting hurt your eyes.

You didn't even want to come here, you hated parties. But your friend insisted you'd go, because you were so anti social , they were starting to think you were a 'figment' of their 'imagination'. Aka- you don't get out much. But here you were, at this random party, of which you were supposed to be accompanied by your friend. But they were nowhere in sight. They practically ditched you as soon as you got here. Just as you knew they would.

After a while of waiting to spot them in the crowd, you decidedly gave up. It was too hot here, too loud here. Forget grabbing a drink, you were just going to go sit outside. You needed some air, you needed to catch your breath.

You pushed your way past the sweaty, drunk, and high hoards of people, finally reaching the sliding glass door to the back yard. Stepping out from the stuffy house, and out into the back yard. The cold night air filling your lungs, washing over you. The backyard was empty for the most part. Seems like everyone agreed that the part should stay inside. Well, that was good for you because you desperately needed to be alone right now.

You took a seat on some patio furniture. It was cold, and metal, but you kinda liked it right now. The music from inside the house was still loud, but muffled, finally giving you a chance to hear your own thoughts.

You let out a tired sigh staring out into the lawn in front of you, nearly disassociate from reality for a while until you heard a voice. A deep, gravely voice. Sounded like this dude smoked a pack a day.

"Too Loud in there for ya, babe?" The voice spoke, nearly making you jump outta your skin. Your head whooshing around to the direction it came from. You thought you were alone out here.

Behind you, in a dark corner, leaning against the wooden railing of the patio was a man. A tall man standing there…. Had he been there this whole time? And you didn't even see him? You really should pay more attention to your surroundings.

You squinted at him, trying to get a better look at him in the dark. You could see he had a mask covering his nose and mouth, which wasn't abnormal these days- His eyes were large, and dark. They stared back at you with such an intensity, it made your skin wanna curl up and die. He had rather long, black hair that fell into his face. It honestly seemed pretty greasy, like he hasn't washed his hair in a few days. He was wearing a black t-shirt and some loose black jeans. You couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.

Awkwardly, you forced yourself to reply, feeling your heart race in your chest, "I, uh, just needed some air…" you commented, folding your sweaty hands in your lap.

You could tell he was watching you from the darkness. Why…was it so dark out here? Did the back patio light go off? The only light was coming from the party through the sliding glass door. But even then it was dim, colored light.

"You're not a party person are you?" You could hear him chuckle. Something about his chuckle made you uneasy. Hell, he made you uneasy. You thought for a second maybe you should go back inside. But, the prospects of getting lost In a drunk, sweaty herd of people seemed a lot worse than talking to this guy for a while.

"I don't normally go to parties…I'm only here because my friend asked me too," you responded back to him, trying to ease your nervousness.This guy couldn't be bad, right? Why do you feel like somethings wrong? Like you shouldn't be here. Even if he was a creep, he couldn't do anything. You were sitting in front of the sliding glass door, so people would see you if something happened right? The thought somehow, didn't make your nerves go away.

You have always been a nervous person. Always full of anxiety. Always paranoid, something would go wrong.

"You seem stressed out…" he commented, noticing you squirm awkwardly, as you avoided eye contact. You avoided eye contact mostly because….well his eyes were about the only detail of his face you could see in the dark corner he was in. And they were unsettling.

He had this beady little stare that pierced through you. Like he was looking inside of you, peeling back your skin, and tearing through muscle and tendon.

"I guess, I'm just socially awkward." you said, clearing your throat. "My friend kinda, ditched me…" Instinctively, you gave a small smile. The kind where you press your lips tightly together, in an attempt to be polite.

"No worries, I'll be your friend for a while, hun" the man joked, earning a small laugh from you. He's not so bad after all, maybe he was just lonely and awkward too. "You're too pretty to be alone," the sudden flirtatious tone in his voice made your heart do flips. He was probably just a flirty personality…but the way he said it was so charming. You realized your shoulders had been tensed the whole time, when you finally relaxed. You felt at ease around him now.

"How about I get us some drinks, we'll have our own private party out here," he offered, pushing his body off the railing and starting to head towards the glass door, to go inside. As the light hit his masked face, you noticed how dark his eyes were. Not the color of his irises, but the area around his eyes. They were deep set, and had large dark circles around them, like he never slept at all. And the longer you stared at him, the more you noticed about him. The skin on his face seems like it was burned in the past, like one big scar. Thin, and transparent. Maybe that's why he wore a mask. Either way, it didn't matter to you, because he seemed cool enough.

He was much taller than you initially thought. He was well over 6 feet he wasn't even standing next to you and you still had to crane your neck up to look at him, from your seat.

His long, black hair seemed unkempt and messy. Like he'd given himself a few bad haircuts in the past, and let it grow out how it wanted. It came to his shoulder blades.

You realized you had been staring at him, and felt guilty for analyzing him like that as he stared back down at you. You were going to say no to the drink, but since he caught you staring you felt obligated to say yes.

You swallowed. Your mouth is dry.

"Uh…yeah ok…" You nodded.

You could see his eyes smile at your response. He opened the sliding door, music pouring out immediately, before he shut it behind him, muffling the sound again.

'Just one drink should be ok.' You thought to yourself, your hands picking at the skin of your thumb. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you stared out into the darkness of the yard, waiting for the stranger to come back.

Five minutes went by, and you started to think maybe he ditched you too. But almost immediately after he had the thought you heard the sliding door open again.

You looked back, seeing it was him, with two open beers in his hand. Once again, he closed the sliding door behind him.

He extended his hand towards you with the open beverage in his hand. His hands looked calloused, and scared.

You didn't think about why the beverage was already opened. It was a glass bottle. He probably just opened it with a bottle opener inside so he wouldn't have to find a way to pop it open out here.

You reached out, taking the bottle from him, smiling a half smile as thanks. He sat in the patio chair next to you sitting back in the seat, extending his legs out comfortably.

You sat in silence for a while, not looking at him. Your eyes focused on your shoes. You didn't really know how to start a conversation. Or maybe you shouldn't, and this was a mutual quiet drinking time.

"What? Did ya drive here or somethin'?" The man said, referring to, maybe the reason you're not drinking. You looked up at him shaking your head quickly.

"Oh, no, we took an uber here! I was just lost in thought," you replied laughing nervously. You looked away taking a drink from the bottle. God, why did you have to be so awkward all the time.

He let out an amused huff through his nose. "Then you don't gotta worry about getting drunk, I'll make sure you get home safe if you do, doll." He assured you. That was kind of him, you couldn't help but smile. He sounded so genuine.

"Thanks, uh, what's your name?" You asked. If you're drinking with the guy, you might as well learn his name.

"Jeff," he answered simply.

You sat there nursing the same beer he gave you for 15 minutes, making casual small talk. But as you began to feel a bit sleepy, the thought dawned on you: you haven't seen him take off his mask to drink the whole time. Maybe he's just shy, it'd be rude to pressure a guy you just met. He probably was taking drinks while you weren't looking.

For some reason your body felt heavier, and heavier and you began to slump in your seat. You stared at him with heavy lidded eyes, and he sat forward in his seat, tilting his head at you. Why did you feel so woozy? You only had one drink.

"I don't feel good…" You muttered to him.

"Oh?...That's good. It's working faster than I thought" The stranger said back, his voice was filled with glee.

"Huh?" What did he mean by that? What was working faster? You tried to gather your thoughts but it was becoming harder to think, or concentrate on anything happening around you at all. As your vision went blurry, and you could hear him laughing sickly, your brain finally put two and two together. He drugged you.

You were stupid enough to trust this random guy. The one time you let your guard down.

"You…" You muttered out, trying to find the words but it was becoming increasingly hard to do, or say, anything.

"Me? I what?" He teased getting out of the seat next to you. You lean against the back of the chair, head falling back, as you couldn't find the energy to keep yourself up right anymore.

"I drugged you? Yeah I did…" He mocked standing in front of you. "You're so stupid, everyone knows better than to take an open drink from a stranger, baby" He leaned down, cupping your cheek in his hand as he fought to keep consciousness.

You're eyes fluttering, and you're head lolling side to side.

"Don't fight. Just, Go. To. Sleep" he enunciated every word, and you couldn't fight it anymore. You felt yourself slip into unconsciousness, body going limp in the chair.

Jeff's thumb ran across your cheek, dragging his thumb into it, before moving to slide it across your lips. His eyes flickered up at the sliding glass door. No one was paying attention at all, lost in their indulgences.

Jeff grinned underneath his masc. He leaned down, placing one arm around your waist, and tossing your limp body over his shoulder. A whine left your lips as he adjusted you accordingly.

He made his way down the patio steps, carefully. Going towards the gate from the back yard to the front yard. Nobody seemed to notice or care, assuming he was just helping a black out drunk person to their car.

He walked about 15 feet down the sidewalk, sliding open the door to his rusty, beat up van and tossing you onto the floor bed. He climbed inside after closing the van door behind him.

You weren't fully there. Occasionally your eyes would flutter open. But you couldn't stay awake. Only catching glimpses of what was going on, and your vision was so blurry, everything just looked like blobs of color. The brief moments of awakeness, only making your fuzzy mind more confused as you struggled to form coherent thoughts, before fading again.

Jeff stared down at you for a while, Watching your chest rise and fall. Watching the way you'd occasionally turn your head, or the way your eyes would struggle open, to focus on something before inevitably failing and closing again.

He pulled his mask off. If you could stay awake long enough to see, you'd feel sick to your stomach. The deep, jagged cuts across his cheeks that formed a forever twisted smile on his face.

He wasted no time pulling off the bottoms you were wearing, tossing the garment behind him. Leaving you in just your underwear. You let out a sigh of protest.

"Use your words, hun" his voice cooed, he was taunting you.

"What? What's wrong? You want me to stop? Just tell me to stop, and I'll stop" he continued to torment you, knowing you could respond, and probably couldn't even understand what he was saying.

His rough hands ran all the way up the length of your leg stopping at your inner thigh. His fingers moved up to your abdomen putting pressure on the area slightly, earning another uncomfortable noise from you.

His hair fell into his face and he pressed his thumb into your clit, through the thin fabric of the underwear. He moved in small circles, and your legs slightly moved, attempting to close them together, but yet again your attempt failed.

He snickered at your reaction, he unstarted undoing his belt. The sound of his buckle coming undone, the button of his pants, then his zipper as he pulled his pants down.

His member sprung free, on hand working on rubbing his hardening length, and the other hand forming your underwear down to your knees.

He used your panties as a handle to lift your legs up, pressing your knees against your chest.

As he started to position himself above you, your arms attempted to reach out and push him away. It didn't really do anything. Your arms only weakly grazed his chest. He caught your limp wrists in his hand, folding them across the backs of your knees, making you hold your own legs up while he pinned you down by your arms.

"Just sit still," he warned, not that you could move much in the first place. As you faded in and out of reality you could barely hear him.

He guided himself between your folds attempting to push into you. The friction burned, and pulled back. You heard him snort, then felt something wet drip onto your cunt. He spit on you. He rubbed his bulbous tip around spreading it over your folds.

Then again, he pushed into you, hissing at the feeling. This time successfully. His mushroom tip, tearing through you. The ache spread through your legs and stomach, you couldn't do anything, but lay there, you didn't have the energy or strength to fight back. Felt like you were being ripped in half. His dark chuckle ringing in your head.

"Fuck, you hold on tight, don't ya?" He commented. Your walls squeezed around him, attempting to push him out. The hold his hand had on your wrist, leaving behind bruises with how firm his grasp was. He held no mercy for you, as he already started thrusting.

They were forceful, and hard, making your body bounce everytime his hips made contact with you. All you could do was make weak whines and grunts, feeling the wind knocked out of you.

"That's a good doll, take it just like that" he muttered, through heavy breaths. As he drilled into you, your body betrayed you growing wetter, making it easier for him. He cackled.

"You enjoyin' this? I knew you were a slut," he grunted. He ground into you faster, his pace was grueling. And his cock started to hit that sweet spot inside of you.

You couldn't manage to think about how you were being taken advantage of right now. Nor, how you were drugged and couldn't move, nor how this guy was probably dangerous. The only thought you could have was how your legs hurt. How the hard floor of the van stabbed into your back. And how good he felt pounding into your heat relentlessly. Yet again, you drifted off.

"Hey, hey!" Jeff growled, his free hand grabbing your face, slapping your cheek, just enough to make your eyes flicker back open.

"Stay awake and look at me," he demanded, his hips snapping into you. You grunted. You couldn't stay awake, and he knew it. He reveled in it.

He removed the hand from your wrists, and used it to hold your thigh.

He gripped her face forcefully, smacking you every time your eyes started to shut. He forced you to look up at him. Your eyes couldn't focus, he looked like a black and white blob. And it was dark so it didn't help.

He fucked himself into you staring down at you as he did so. He grunted and growled, cursing on top of you. And you felt pressure building in your stomach. His girth scraping along your gummy walls. Every snap of his hips, causing your pussy to flutter around him. It felt so good, yet the ache between your legs was so prominent still. Like you'd been plunged into freezing cold water.

"You gonna cum f'me? Come on, pretty, you can do it" he huffed. Your stomach muscles convulsed, as you felt your orgasm building against you.

You pathetically whined, tears welling in your eyes, spilling out as a sudden wave of pleasure racked your body. You released around his cock. Walls sucking him in as your cunt constricted around his length. You could here people outside, drunken yelling, and hollering

He couldn't help but groan.

"Fuck, yeah, atta girl, you dumb bitch" he cursed out. Starting to mutter disgusting things under his breath. Degrading you. His hand released your face moving down to your stomach, the other hand holding your thigh moving to your waist. Despite your release, he was still going. Still filling your sensitive sobbing hole. The passer bus, outside the van stumbling on home unknowingly.

One hand put pressure on your stomach, so he could feel himself fucking into you. Bulging out through your skin. The other hand tightly gripping your waist, using it as something to hold onto, as his thrusts had grown sloppy. He was talking, but it was just mindlessly mumbling whatever sick shit came into his head.

"I'm gonna cum in you, fill you up, and you're gonna take it all, huh?" He grunted out.

"Just gonna take it like the cum dump you are, God, I'm gonna ruin you" he spouted out, voice breaking on a few words.

As he approached his release his thrusts slowed, and his head rolled back. The grip he had on you tightening, leaving behind more bruises. The hand on your stomach moving to messing rub circles into your clit.

He let out a broken "fuck," as he came. A warm fluid spilling into you painting your walls. His breathing was gruff. He stayed in you for a second catching his breath. He looked back down at you, feeling your trembling pussy squeeze around him. He grinned pulling out watching the milky white fluid leak out of you. He gave your thighs a little tap.

He pushed your legs to the side moving you out of the way, not bothering to pull your panties back up. You groaned. The fuzzy feeling in your head still persisted. Your lower body now feeling completely numb.

Jeff fixed his belt kneeling over you, as you drifted unconscious again. He looked down at your sleeping form for a while, as if he were contemplating something, before getting up, and climbing into the front seat.

He looked back at your body one last time smiling wickedly.

“Yeah…I think I’ll keep you for a while,” he said to himself, before starting the van, Engine rumbling awake. He pulled off the curb, driving away from the party. None of the party goers ever realizing something nefarious had just taken place.

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☠︎︎ I’ll work hard to make you love me ♡

☠︎︎ Sage | she/they | middle aged men lover Warnings: sexual themes, and dark content mdni

☠︎︎ rules | mlist ☠︎︎

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I’m working on like two things rn so everyone who requested things please don’t get mad 😭😭

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Warnings: mentions of noncon

I wanna write a really nasty fic where Jeff cheats on you and you find out but he gets mad at you for being upset about it and when you try to leave he’s like “you dumb bitch I’m allowed to do what I fuckin want” and then he like forces you down and fucks you until he feels he’s satisfied you won’t bother him about it again but I’m lowkey scared no one will read it ughhhhh

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TETANUS.

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

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

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

NOTES 、he’s heavy on the brain </3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[m0ldymushr00mz]

FINALLY another creepypasta writer omg. if it is not too much to ask, may I please request general headcanons for Laughing Jack and Candy Pop (only you want to look into him)!! Take your time && have a good day <33

Anon I’m so sorry but I didn’t have time for candy pop but I will post for him eventually but here’s the headcanons for LJ mamas sorry if it’s short I was writing them during work 😭😭😭

Warnings: only one nsfw one at the end

1. He 100% uses pet names that are related to sweets like sugar, etc

2. He’d definitely like the fact that you’re smaller than him and that he can easily pick you up (and manhandle you)

3. Unlike most of the other creepypastas I think if you actually got close to him he’d be really nice (I truly believe he just wants a friend and I will stand by that)

4. He’ll give you lots and lots of candy even if you don’t like candy you do now

5. If you’re plus size he definitely enjoys squeezing your chubbiness he likes the way his claws/fingers look against you

6. He is a thigh man all the way he loves thigh highs, skirts, shorts, anything that shows off your thighs (he’s def the type to rip a pair of fishnets off of you)

7. He has trust issues because of Isaac and gets jealous easily

8. He’s a sucker for any type of affection and pda he will be all over you he doesn’t care who’s watching

9. He hates having serious conversations and arguing so please don’t get mad at him

10. He basically forces you to go everywhere with him my man has the worst separation anxiety

Silly extra one bcuz yes

H̶i̶s̶ d̶i̶c̶k̶ i̶s̶ s̶t̶r̶i̶p̶e̶d̶ a̶n̶d̶ I̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶ b̶y̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ t̶i̶l̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶a̶y̶ I̶ d̶i̶e̶

[m0ldymushr00mz]

stop it I will go feral

i have plans i cannot share with you right now or the haters will sabotage me

[m0ldymushr00mz]

thinking about goblet of fire ron weasley. i swear i am fine

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I’m literally begging someone to teach me how to make those cool navigation posts for my profile

[m0ldymushr00mz]

Fandoms I’ll write for + specific characters

♱ Creepypasta

Jeff The killer (obviously 😻😻)

Ben Drowned

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack

Ticci Toby

You can request others but It’ll take a bit cuz I’ll have to like intense research 💪

♱ Slashers

Ghostface (Stu + billy)

Micheal Myers (both rob zombie and og)

Leatherface (both of them)

Freddie Kruger

Brahms

Charles Lee Ray

Tiffany Valentine

♱ Five Nights at Freddy’s

William Afton (I’ll do springtrap too)

Micheal Afton

♱ Southpark (all chars are aged up)

Kyle Brofloviski

Stan Marsh

Kenny McCormick

Randy Marsh

Butters Stotch

♱ Deathnote

Light

L

Misa

If I’m tempted enough I will do ryuk but only if I’m feeling silly

♱ Spooky Month

Literally only Bob

♱ Call of Duty

Ghost

König

♱ Marvel/Dc

Venom

Miguel O’Hara

Loki

Joker

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Batman

♱ Harry Potter/Fbawtft

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Draco Malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Newt Scamamander