#EJ

[peachpopsstuff]

Ej has a cleft lip and messed up teeth. Trust me, he told me so

[andteamies]

multilingual problems

[gay-proxy]

Now let's talk about Eyeless Jack and my headcanons-AUs

(It's pronouns are it/he)

-When you are looking at it for the first time, your first thought is about a gorilla. He is MASSIVE. Nearly 8 feet tall, with slightly longer then normal arms, big and strong body and slow movements.

-When you smell it for the first time, you think about corpse.

-He is in fact a mix of corpse of something that was once a human man and a Creature. Shark teeth (multiple layers), ubnormally wide-opening jar that can handle eating a human head without chewing, strange-looking neck because of that, FANTASTIC hearing (bat-like)

-He uses echolocation to navigate its way around, constantly grinding it's teeth to make a sound

-It's hard for it to talk, he's much MORE than human so concept of speaking is hard for it. It uses simple words and phrases to not get misunderstood.

-It likes crows and crows like it

-It doesn't like warmth, so its room in The House is the basement. He has a small window for crows however.

-Blind as SHIT. Has never understood concept of colors. When Jeff said that it must be getting old because of gray hair, it was like "Huh???"

-Nobody likes The Monster

[a24film]

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE 2022, dir. Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert

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Kinktober Day 29: Size Difference

Eyeless Jack X GN!Reader afab

[Warnings: size kink, rough sex, marking, knotted dick/knotting, creampie/breeding, if you are a minor DNI]

[AN: RIP that pussy ay- I’m serious go visit the infirmary. 1561 words <3]

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Your breath is lodged in your throat, almost suffocating you as Jack’s clawed hand presses the back of your head into the grass. It’s freshly rained, that much you can feel. Your knees and hands dig into the earth as he pants over you. He’s clearly not all there, that much you can tell.

He’s in rut, of course. Like a mindless animal, there’s one thing on his mind and it’s breeding. When he’s like this, he forgets how much bigger than you he is. Standing upright, Jack is easily over 7’ tall, muscular, and could kill you with a single touch.

You’re almost certain he might crack your skull open as he holds you flush against the grass, the soft blades tickling your face. Your hips sway slightly as his fingers prod your pussy lips, feeling the softness that is your body. The head of his cock gives off a slight heat and you’re begging for him to fill you.

“Jack,” you mumble, attempting to not swallow the dirt as you speak.

He growls at you as his claws dig into the earth around your head. He’s much bigger than you, easily capable of crushing you if you test him too much. He leans over you, his heat blanketing you. He’s so much warmer than he normally is. You can hear his heart pounding in his chest as he lines up with you.

It feels like there’s a monster about to push into you. Jack has never been an easy fit - he’s huge. There’s no denying that. And while you aren’t necessarily the shortest person on the planet, everyone pales in comparison to Jack’s size. It’s almost comical, the way he towers over you.

You feel so fragile and small beneath him.

You gasp when he finally pushes the head in, not even bothering to warm you up any further. You brace against the earth as he splits you open, further and further, past what you think you’re capable of. The ridges of his cock slide against your walls almost painfully, and from what you can see as he pushes in deeper? There’s a bulge in your lower abdomen.

You also catch sight of his knot. It’s rather girthy and you assume it’s like the size of your thigh or that adjacent. It’s not a bad guess. Up until now, Jac has restrained himself from heats with you. He’s always claimed not wanting to hurt you - that you couldn’t handle it. But, he’s not all here right now, and you can tell he’s shoving that thing inside of you one way or another.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes the monstrous girth in even further, the tip finally brushing your cervix and pushing on it. It’s almost painful, but you mind your breathing and it ebbs away to discomfort before a dull, slowly thrumming pleasure. You tense your muscles as he finally bottoms out to his knot. How the fuck is that going to fit inside of you? You bite your lip as his hand finally leaves the back of your head, allowing you to lift your face from the ground.

He’s still panting. Jack’s teeth are grit as he rolls his hips upwards, his knot pressed against your pussy. He can feel the slick that’s beginning to gush around him, and it makes him wild. He bites into your shoulder lightly - it’s not enough to draw blood - but it’s enough to make you squeak. He feels you constrict around him.

That’s all it takes. A snarl rips from Jack’s throat as he drags his hips backwards before thrusting back in. He doesn’t care about the pace, and for a moment or two, you’re confused on how he’s working before he evens out. It’s a fast, almost unforgiving pace. Doesn’t seem like he's in the mood to edge you right now.

The breath that was lodged in your throat rips free in the form of loud moans from the feeling of him sliding thickly in and out of you.

Jack bites down harder on your shoulder before releasing. He begins to bite down on you at random, leaving dark marks on your body as he does so. The marks litter your shoulders, neck and upper back. His warm breath fans over your skin as he does so, his teeth feeling sharp and shark-like. His hips are slamming hard against you, and with it, his balls smack against your clit, adding to the pleasure.

Your moans are accented by his powerful thrusts. Your clit feels overworked as he rams into you, and you can’t help but fall against the earth and take everything he has to offer. You moan, gripping the grass, desperate for anything to ground you as he drives into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-” you mewl out like a mantra as you ever so lightly bounce back to meet his rough thrusts. Your eyes are only partly opened as your mind gets lost further and further in the pleasure.

Your body wants to crumble under the weight of him. You wouldn’t mind if it did. He leaves a particularly harsh mark on your throat and you scream.

The sound makes him even more feral. Jack laughs - it’s the most human he’s sounded since this whole thing began - and slows his thrusts to something more powerful. His knot is getting closer and closer to pushing into your abused, puffy pussy. He wants to breed you, and you’re sure if he was still mentally all there, he’d be incoherently babbling about.

You hate to admit how close you are as he thrusts into you. Your pussy is gushing around him. You’re pulsing, body shaking and trembling from the sheer force and the overstimulation of his balls hitting against your clit. The scent of the grass and Jack’s otherworldly nature fill your nose as your head flies higher and higher. You squeeze around him, your pussy molding to feel ever ridge and curve. “Fucking fill me,” you beg, grinding your ass against him.

He hums softly, the growl leaving his lips for just a moment as he pulls his hips back. Jack thrusts forwards, his knot finally pushing past your lips. It gets stuck for a moment, almost as if you can’t handle it. His fingers travel down the curve of your ass to your lips where he pushes them to the side. Slowly, he swivels back and forth before finally popping the thick, girthy knot inside.

A hot mixture of pain and pleasure falls over your entire body as you find yourself stretched in a way you didn’t think was possible. You cry out, tears beading in your eyes before they stream down your face as your pussy swallows him whole. You feel so impossibly full, and the mere feeling of his full length inside of you renders you unable to move. You continue to cry out as the pain subsides to pleasure as he bounces you against his thighs.

Your release comes in the form of electricity that spreads from your dripping pussy and across your body almost painfully. Your mouth hangs open as he pushes the knot in even deeper as you pulse around him. Your pussy flutters with every touch. Your muscles ache. Eyes rolling upwards, you feel another orgasm coming on.

Jack once again blankets his form over you before biting down into your other shoulder. He pushes in as deep as he possibly can before releasing. He growls and hisses as his eyes flutter shut, squeezing while his brows furrow. One his his clawed hands digs into your waist and grips as tight as he can without breaking the skin while his other rakes through the dirt, leaving large gashes in the earth’s surface.

Warmth spreads in your lower half, filling you to the brim. He’s never filled you this much before. In fact, it’s so much that it spills out from around his cock, out your pussy and onto the ground. It’s warm, oh so warm and you can’t help but release more slick again around it.

Your body feels like jell-o as he ruts into you a few more times, trying to really, really hammer home the point of breeding.

The two of you pant at a loss for words. You don’t think you could form them even if you want to. Your pussy is still vice gripping his knot, body almost filled to the brim from the sheer amount he’s unloaded inside of you. You attempt to move, but he’s still hanging over you. “Jack,” you whisper, slowly finding your voice. “I need to get up.”

He makes a sound of disapproval before slowly hoisting himself up and over you so you can shakily get up on all fours. He watches your mark laden form.

You sigh dreamily as his cock twitches and floods your pussy with his cum again. It’s going to be like this all week, huh?

Jack answers your thought by grabbing your hips with his large hands, twisting you carefully over him before letting you fall back to the earth. You’re still very much connected by his knot, but you’re looking up at him now. Your legs are spread wide for him, eyes starry as the massive demon grins at you.

He sharply rolls his hips forwards, and you feel the pleasure build up once more.

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@inaccurate-linguini anotha one

[creepycatboyz]

SUM EJ SKETCHES!!! mostly his design for my fanfic and the last one is y/n smooching his cheek!!! man goes ehem heem whimper real fast and can't think straight..

[badlydrawncreepypasta]

ej scolding the proxies for something stupid

he's angy

[caostalgia]

Mi pasado es como una pila se hojas, que el viento se llevó, llenando el piso de recuerdos secos, de buenos momentos que el viento arrastró, soy un árbol sin sus memorias, sin las hojas de su pasado atroz, soy un hombre sin corona con un pasado que se borró.

Mi secas raíces rompieron el pavimento de nuestro amor, algo construido con la tierra de nuestra esperanza, fue roto con la sobreabundancia de nuestro adiós.

Árbol seco soy, árbol seco seré hasta que mis hojas sean polvo y mis flores vuelen al otoño.

-Efímera lunar Intemporal & ej

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messy house mates - Creepypasta x reader Headcannons

Fannon creepypasta portrayals ?

Also I’m sleep deprived af so if this doesn’t make sense I’m sorry lol

Living with a bunch of serial killers isn’t how you would think it is. At least in this case. When you first moved in you expected the house to be littered with dismembered body parts, pools of blood, weapons everywhere, and strange baggies with mysterious substances.

However you were wrong. It was much worse than you expected. Instead of finding dismembered limbs everywhere you found piles and piles of dirty clothes on the floor, empty energy drink cans, junk food wrappers, and foliage.

You honestly would rather deal with the limbs

It didn’t dawn on you until you were three weeks into living with them - but when it did, oh boy did you have a mental breakdown

Not only were you living with serial killers and criminals, most of them were m e n

Men that had somehow never matured as it seemed

The only ones who were actually clean and tidy were of course Slendy, Masky, EJ, Liu, Jane, and Hoodie (to an extent)

The ones who were the root of the problem were Jeff, Ben, Toby, Helen, LJ, and Sally

Smiledog gets a free pass since he’s just a little puppy (to you at least)

Although EJ was one of the few to actually bring in limbs and organs- he was surprisingly well organized. He always kept his things in Tupperware containers in his separate mini fridge, and always made sure to wash his plates afterwards.

Masky wasn’t really around the house much but when he was he always made sure to dust off his shoes before stepping foot in the house. Sure he left a few beer bottles here and there sometimes- but he would always throw them away eventually.

Slendy was the one who ran the whole operation- not to mention the fact that he is some sort of supernatural entity- but he’s always been neat. I mean- the guy wears a suit!

Liu usually spent time in his room or outside in the forest, so he didn’t really contribute to the mess that much. The one time that you did get to catch a glimpse of his room you noticed how neat it was. It was almost scary.

Now Jane was one of the few other girls in this house, and although she stopped trying to get everyone else to clean- she never stopped herself. In the mornings you’ll find her whacking a few of the residents in the house and scolding them about their chores. That’s not to say that she isn’t messy though. No no, Jane is known for leaving the bathroom cabinets a mess and never reorganizing them.

Hoodie- like masky- was also never around much. Your gripe with him was that he always tracked in leafs and rocks-sometimes even wild animals. You have a conspiracy that he might be some sort of Disney princess

Now onto the problematic housemates -

Ben was quite literally a twelve year old boy in the sense of cleanliness. You needed a spatula to get that grease stain off the couch- and when you did he would only lay back down. The coffee table was littered with his junk food wrappers and cans. There were sticky stains left from spilled drinks, and he hogged all the blankets when it got cold. Not to mention the smell- you knew about his water phobia- but you didn’t think it’d be this bad

“Ben, for the love of all that’s good- you need to fucking bathe in a shitload of oxiclean.”

“Wait - lemme just finish this level really quick-“

“Ben!”

“For fucks sake (Y/n)! I’m in the zone!”

One way or another you were gonna give that cat a bath.

Jeff was one of the worst ones

And you knew he did it on purpose to get on your nerves

For one- homeboy would bring in victims and leave them laying around. Once, you even tripped over one on your way down the stairs

He’s also notorious for leaving his weapons in the most unconventional places - for instance, underneath the couch, on your seat at the table, under your pillow, in the shower

“JEFF WHAT THE FUCK!” Was the common phrase around the house

Homeboy also has lots of hair and he sheds like a dog- so you best believe that every shower drain is clogged

He’s also the one who leaves out his dirty clothes lying around the house

“Jeff. What is this doing in my room?”

“Oh sweet you found my favorite shirt!”

“Dude this thing is drenched in blood.”

“So?”

Sweet Toby just made messes on accident. It’s usually because he tries to bake with Sally and the two of them tend to make a mess and never clean it up. Instead they both go up to Sally’s room and get distracted by their tea time- leaving the mess to you

LJ- like Sally and Toby, didn’t make messes on purpose. Whenever he walks around he drops pieces of candy and confetti without even knowing it.

Don’t call him it to his face- but some people call him the walking piñata

His costume also tends to loose a lot of its feathers from time to time, so you’ll find a bunch of those and save them for him in a ziplock baggie

Last of all there’s Helen. Boy- you expected better from him. It came as a surprise when you found out that it was him and not Jeff who was tracking in all of the blood. You caught him redhanded one fateful night.

“Helen! What are you doing you’re dragging in a lot of blood! You aren’t bringing a victim in here are you?”

“(Y/n) chill, it’s just paint.”

“Helen.”

“Ok- yes it’s blood but- my paint bucket has a hole and I don’t feel like buying new ones.”

“You’re cleaning this up.”

“You can’t silence my art (y/n)”

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If you don't mind, I want to know how the ros wot react, if Z ask them if they can hold something for them, if the ros say yes, Z wot give them their hand? 🥺

"Will you hold something for me?"

Dev: "I guess."

EJ: "Sure, no problem."

Adam/Eve: "Of course."

Lucía: "Maybe."

Ciel: "You can't hold it?"

Danny: Extends hands, ready to receive whatever it is.

The Celestial: "Why?"

Rose: "Yeah!"

[Secret RO]: "...If I must."

Gives them their hand.

Dev: Stands utterly still, xyr eyebrows raised and lips gently parted. After a moment, Dev clears xyr throat and grins. Xe squeezes your hand, holding onto it tightly, almost as if xyr afraid you'll take it back.

EJ: Squeals a little bit but quickly tries to cover it up as if they were coughing. You can feel how fast their heart is beating. EJ bites their lip and smiles looking down at the floor. You feel little crystals of ice coalescing on your wrist while a small fire burns in your palm.

Adam/Eve: "You should be careful," A/E hums, pulling you closer. "You give me that," they smile, tenderly kissing the back of your hand. "I'm not gonna want to give it back to you."

Lucía: Eyes wide with surprise, Lucía looks down at your hand and smiles. "Sure, I think I can hold onto that," squeezes twice. "Shouldn't be too much of a burden."

Ciel: Ciel rolls their eyes dramatically and groans. "Wow, do you think you're cute or something?" Ciel turns away, playing it off as though they can't stand to look at you, but what they really can't stand is how fucking cute you are. Like, God, it's obnoxious how much you make them like you. Shit, now they're blushing. Fuck you.

Danny: Eyes light up for a moment as their lips part in a short gasp. Gaze flickers back up to meet your eye-line. Pulls you in close, embracing you with their free arm and resting their head on top of yours, never letting go of that hand.

The Celestial: Giggles with a voice like champagne, sweet and sparkling. "My stars, aren't you adorable?" Gently rests eir hand on your chin and turns your face towards eirs. Literally glowing, ey beams. "You know what? I really like this new you."

Rose: Audibly goes, "Awww," then laughs like a school kid. "Yeah, anytime you want someone to hold that, I'm your man."

[Secret RO]: "Oh. I see," slowly stepping forward, closing the distance between you. Then, with a smiling voice, whispers into your ear, "And is there anything else of yours that needs held?"

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s2 ej continues to be a mood

[rainydaysandhappydays]

Basic creepypasta headcannons

(A/N: I am still new to the cp sphere. So feel free to drop by and tell me some things I don't know. I'll be happy to see what the community thinks!)

(2nd A/N: I know I'm spelling Maskey's name "wrong" but I've spelt it that way for years when I first heard about CPs when I was a kid. I'm not changing it now. So from now on Maskey has an e in his name.)

Basic Appearance

SlenderMan is 14'9" (~454 cm) and looks to be what can equate a real life stick figure. Just pull a normal stick figure out like taffy and you'll get Slender. He does actually have a mouth but he always has it hidden. For the simple fact that it's 1 terrifying as FUCK. And 2 because it actually kinda hurts a little having it open. As he has to tear open his face skin to open his mouth at all. And even worse is that his mouth is the size of, like, half his head. He could easily chomp a small child in half with how large his mouth is.

Laughing Jack is 9'6" (~292 cm) and is lanky af, but not nearly as much so as Slender. His arms are ridiculously long. And his nails are several inches long as well. (Think Edward Scissor Finger type hands) So if he stood completely upright with his arms by his sides, he would be nearly touching the floor with his nails. That's how long he is. (Don't worry tho. He can easily cut them to be a far more manageable length. They just grow ridiculously quickly so he will have to keep an eye on that if he ever gets into any sort of relationship where he's not harming the other.)

Eyeless Jack is 7'5" (228 cm) and is Large. Like buff, wide, and thiccc. Boi looks like he could body a car and win. Though he hides most of it under his baggy af clothes and his surprisingly bad posture.

Brian/Hoodie is 6'3". (192 cm) Compared to Tim he is on the thinner side, but still has plenty of muscles. He may seem a bit lanky at first but don't let his baggy hoodie fool you. He can still deck the halls better than any Christmas song. If you ever manage to see him without his iconic hoodie on, be prepared to see his fantastically sculpted arms. They aren't super thick or beefy, but they are dense and hard. With a few veins along them.

Tim/Maskey is 6'0", (182 cm) DILF. Straight out. Has a small belly, but it looks tasteful on his bodytype. He looks like he could pick up damn near anyone for one of the best hugs ever. Too bad he's too much of an ass to use that blessing often.

Puppeteer is also 6'0". (182 cm) He honestly looks similar to those nerds in movies. Not the ones with brick thick glasses, but the ones that look frail and thin with an odd hunch in thier backs. Yeah, he's like that. Though in what can be considered a compromise for his weak looking built, he is ridiculously flexible. He doesn't use the ability all that often, be he could rival some contortions out there.

Toby is 5'11" (181 cm) and almost looks smaller than he is. If you saw him at a distance you would probably think he was just a regular kid running about. But as soon as you see him up close he looks like a full grown German Shepard. Big, tough, and ready to snap someone in half if deemed necessary. He acts like one too, with his constant need for attention, affection, and touch. He really is a hell of a puppy.

Helen/Bloody Painter is 5'10". (180 cm) The only reason why he's so tall is because his body just wouldn't stop growing when he was a teen. The rest of him is thin and gangly. He looks to be slightly malnourished and has intense bags under his eyes. Looks damn near ready to die at any moment in time. Especially since he is naturally very stoic. (Don't let that fool you into thinking he doesn't have the emotions he just shows them in extremely subtle ways that you have to learn to understand at all.)

Jeff is 5'9" (179 cm) with the body of a swimmer. Which is odd because he doesn't swim all that often. But he does run a hell of a lot and swing his knife around even more. So he has long and hard muscles coating his entire body. He is constantly bragging that he looks better and more durable than some of the other creeps.

Basic world

The proxies can only read the minds of people that also have the mark of SlenderMan on them. Maskey's mark is on the back of the neck near the base of his skull. Hoodie's mark is on his sternum near his diaphragm. The solar plexus area. Toby's is on his spine on his lower back. Kate's is in the space between her collar bones. The mark is mostly small enough that it's not immediately noticeable, but it is still very much there and can never be hidden or removed. Like with makeup or tattoo removal surgery or anything like that. The marks are permanent. Even after death.

When Hoodie fell out of the window, he didn't actually die. He got so close that he could feel his heart beat it's last few beats before he came back. Not fully as an undead but more of someone that didn't die when they were supposed to. Sort of like those stories of people being recursitated after an extremely traumatic experience. However that gave him extreme trauma over death and the feeling of dying. He will do whatever it takes to never feel that experience again. He has night terrors about it sometimes and the only one that is ever able to calm him down after one is Maskey/Tim.

The story I'm using for EJ is that he was pulled into the cult when he was in collage and unfortunately was thought to be "the chosen one" bc he was really good at p much everything he tried. So all of his friends he made betrayed him and tied him down to an alter. Proceeded to scoop out his eyes with a burning rod, and then tear his torso open to eat his organs. And that's why his eyes now after his transformation are always leaking a hot viscous black fluid. It's the forever remains of his original eyes. Also why he can only eat human organs and nothing else. Another harsh reminder of what he went through. He was only 23 at the time.

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Hi! Could I request a EJ x Reader scenario where the reader is a proxy and got injured on a mission? So after she gets back she has to go to Jack to get patched up, but the injuries are both around her thighs and torso, so she has to be mostly naked. Its already quite awkward, but the Reader has a huge crush on Jack so it’s even more so, and it’s really obvious as he works on her. This could end with just playful teasing or something NSFW, whatever you’re inspired to do :D Thank you for your time!

Good Girls Deserve Treats

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: creampie, knotted dick, language, marking, it’s actually not that rough and pretty ooc for how I normally write EJ. If you are a minor, DNI]

[AN: Hi love bug, so I ended up writing something immensely similar to this exact prompt a little while ago. I'll link it down below. I just decided to barrel straight into the NSFW bc for some ungodly reason, I’m horny and this is what I choose to write. ALSO it's 2.4K words.]

Part 1

“You handled that pretty well,” Jack begins, his clawed thumb rubbing small circles on your thigh ever so slightly. “All things considered,” he finishes with a chuckle. His face draws a little nearer to yours, and heat ignites on your face.

You bashfully look away, almost all too aware of how his touch runs electricity on your skin and how… undressed you actually are in the moment.

“Did you want me to check your abdomen?” He hums, his hand tracing up your thigh and to the hem of your torn shirt. In the back of his mind, he thinks you could use a new one.

Your eyes fly up to his sockets, blinking a few times. “Is that necessary?”

He nods. “Just wanna make sure I’m not missing anything,” he hums, clawed fingers lacing under what could barely be considered a shirt. He glances at your face, reading you for any strong discomfort. He finds you’re just flustered.

“I-”

“Do you want me to turn around again?”

Feeling small waves of confidence, you shake your head. “Nah, it’s okay,” you say as you move your stone-like arms, fingers shakily grabbing at the bottom of your shirt.

“Mind your stitches,” he observes as you hook your fingers under, slowly pulling the shirt up and over your head.

Cold, the room is cold. A part of you is thankful you have a bra on. A slight huff leaves your lips as Jack’s hand begins to explore the soft flesh of your abdomen. Small bruises, minor cuts.

Jack tsks his tongue. “And you were gonna keep this from me?” He says with a small chuckle.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” you say, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your chest defensively.

The eyeless man begins to disinfect the minor cuts, amazed that you’re not more physically hurt on the upper half after what he saw with your thigh. He works quietly and diligently, every now and then stealing glances with you and flirting through his touch alone. He hums softly as he does so, deep voice like a purr as you relax further into his touch.

And then it stops. His touch has retracted from your body and you can’t help but pout in response.

“We’re done here, sweetheart,” he jokes, once again putting his things away. “You can return to your group whenever.” He’s dangling himself in front of you like a bone in front of a hungry dog.

You take the bait. “And what if I don’t want to?” You retort, brows furrowing for a moment.

“If you don’t want to?” He grins, uncrossing his arms over his chest.

You watch as his chest rises and falls, the strings of his hoodie being coyly played with in his clawed fingers.

Jack’s lips crack upwards into a devilish smile. “Well,” he begins, sliding forward on his chair, large hands taking you by surprise as he rests them on your hips, applying just enough pressure to tell you he’s in charge. “I suppose good girls o deserve a treat.”

You practically melt at the words, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely feral as Jack leans forward, his lips capturing yours in an instant. Your eyes flutter shut, kissing him back almost shyly as his mouth overtakes yours. He tastes like mint and citrus.

Jack’s hands begin to roam your body, careful of your various contusions and the biggest wound on your thigh as he does so. He’s committing your form to memory should he never touch you like this again. He easily overpowers you as he kisses you, his form already domineering and overpowering enough. Jack’s ears pick up your heartbeat - you sound like a little rabbit.

He chuckles deeply into the kiss, effectively breaking it before tracing his lips to your jaw and then slowly down your neck.

Your hands fly to the back of his head. Your fingers rake through his hair, brushing against his scalp. You let out a small giggle when you hear him purr deeply against the smooth flesh of your neck, his teeth and lips nipping you ever so slightly to leave ghost-like marks. “Jack,” you mewl out as he licks your neck before latching on, sure to leave a mark.

He hums against your skin, his hand reaching up to your shoulder, gently pushing you back.

You follow his nonverbal command, form feeling like jello as you lean back on the table, eventually resting on your forearms. You watch with hazy eyes as Jack kisses your collar before moving in between your breasts. He takes in deep, dreamy breaths of your scent before nuzzling you ever so slightly - and then much stronger than you were anticipating. A squeak leaves your lips before your brow quirks up.

Sensing your confusion, Jack spares you a moment to answer. “Scenting you,” he mumbles against your chest before trailing kisses down your stomach to your pelvis. One of his hands reaches to the waistband before he remembers your stitches. “You won’t be needing these,” he thinks aloud before he snips his claw upwards, effectively ripping through the fabric.

“Jack!” You giggle. “I need those.”

“I’ll get you more,” he brushes off. He repeats the motion and your underwear falls down, the pieces now useless. He tosses them out of the way, finally able to take in the scent of your sex in full. He has to stop himself from fully burying in right then and there. His fingers trace down your non-injured thigh, gently tracing small shapes before his lips join in the equation. Jack’s breath is warm against your thigh as he presses delicate kisses, his slightly chapped lips making you mewl at the contact.

Your fingers go back to lovingly raking through his hair as he finally opens his mouth, three tongues curling out. You’ve seen his tongues before - mostly when he’s actually eating - but seeing them in context like this makes you unbearably hot. You arch your back when one of them finds their way to your clit, immediately assaulting the pearl with stimulation as the other begins to trace your puffy, aroused lips. You grip his hair and Jack laughs.

He half lids his eyes as the third tongue traces your slit before slowly diving in, deliciously curling and twisting inside of your heated pussy, his lips adding the extra push.

Your thighs tense on instinct as he does so, eyes slowly closing in the budding pleasure. You rake your fingers through his hair even harder as he begins to pick up the pace, breathy moans and sighs exiting your lips like hymns as he does so. “Oh my gods,” you whisper as he curls around your clit in the way that has you seeing stars.

Jack grins and slowly adds his fingers into the equation. They curl upwards, claws so delicate and careful to not cut you as he rubs and traces your walls as his tongue fucks you.

The thigh that isn’t injured tenses, leg curling around his back and heel digging into him. You want him even closer to you. You can feel your pussy throb as his tongue thrusts deeper into you, wiggling and twisting as it does so. He feels so warm! How is that possible? You bite your lip, lust clouding your vision as the hand that’s not buried in your pussy snakes under your thigh and to your abdomen, ensuring you won’t buck at him.

Still, you lightly buck anyways, unable to resist the pleasure. You’re getting close, oh so close. A part of you wishes you’d last longer, but hey, being a proxy isn’t easy and it’s not like you have the time to get fucked - at least, not in the way you’d like to be.

Sensing that you’re close, Jack begins to slowly retreat himself from your soaking pussy. The best part? You’re so drunk off his touch that you don’t even realize it until it’s too late. You narrow your eyes, pouting at him with a fury burning in those beautiful irises when you realize he’s not doing anything to you. “You’re such a jerk,” you hiss.

He feigns being offended. It’s his smile that gives it away. “Awh, I thought you deserved something better,” he begins, slowly standing up, “something bigger,” he continues, undoing the belt on his pants, “something more fulfilling.” He drops his pants and you see it. Granted, his hand is wrapped around it, but your jaw falls open regardless. Jack’s cock is, for lack of better words, huge. Thick, strangely beautiful with the gradient he’s got going on and the specks that look like stars to match it, and topped - bottomed? Off with a knot. A huge knot that you’re not even sure you can take.

Jack laughs in a condescending tone as he rubs it a few times, breathy sighs pouring from his lips as he does so. He steps closer to you, and with the close proximity, you’re able to see he’s got piercings.

“You still want my mouth?”

You shake your head, legs spreading for him on instinct.

Jack laughs. He genuinely laughs. He whistles lowly when he sees he’s where he wants to be - still not fully erect - and places his hands on your hips, still mindful of your thigh. He moves his hips back and forth, the tip of his cock getting coated with your slick as he does so.

You hiss slightly when you feel the cold bite of metal, melting when it warms up with your body. “Please,” you murmur as his grip tightens on you ever so slightly. “Just stuff it in me.”

Jack hums thoughtfully. “Are you sure, baby?” He asks in that same sickly sweet condescending tone. “Because if you are…”

The breath gets stolen from your lungs as he pulls your body forward, suddenly pushing his thick cock into your pulsing pussy. You feel every inch of him as it drags against your walls, filling you to your brim. The ladder piercings, cold as they are, add to the bite of pleasure and electricity that vibes throughout your system. Your head falls back on instinct, toes curling and muscles tensing as he hilts inside of you up to his knot.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out, heart thumping in your chest like a jackhammer.

“I know,” he coos, leaning down to drape over your form.One of his hands leaves the grip on your hip to caress your cheek. “Good girl,” he compliments, slowly beginning to thrust into you. His cock, which had only been somewhat erect, began to grow harder inside of you.

The feeling of him swelling and hardening inside of you makes you mewl, back arching ever so slightly as he begins to pick up the pace. You almost whine as his hand leaves your face, but when it traces down your side to your clit, all complaints exit your head.

Jack’s lips fly back to your shoulder and neck as he begins to rut into you, his hand rubbing circles on your clit as he does so. He’s trying so hard to not destroy you - doesn’t want you popping anything. He growls deeply against you, teeth biting at your shoulder as he ruts in harder, the slick sounds of your pussy squeezing around his cock making him feel lighter than air.

You pull both at his hair and dig your nails into the back of his hoodie as he fucks you harder, your good leg once again hooking into his waist, heel digging in and pushing along with him. You can feel his thick knot come dangerously close to being buried inside of you, and you wonder if you can handle it in the moment. “Fuck,” you breathe out, pussy gradually becoming raw under his rough touch. “Knot,” you manage to choke out as it catches closer and closer.

“What was that?” Jack gruffly rasps against your skin before attacking your neck in kisses, attempting to mark you as his and smothering you in his scent. The sound of meaty thrusts and skin slapping on skin filling his clinical room, the sound bouncing and echoing sharply.

“I want-” you gasp when he pinches your clit between his fingers, “I want your knot!” You wisp out, hand gripping the back of his hoodie so strongly it might cramp.

Jack giggles against your skin, rolling his hips powerfully against you. “Can you even handle that?” He muses, pounding into you. He groans deeply when you constrict around him.

You grin up at him, legs spreading even wider as an invitation for him to claim you. “Why don’t you find out?”

Jack’s eyes widen for a moment before he severely picks up the pace, essentially fucking your brains out. You barely have the time to breathe as he works your clit raw, the fluids between your legs gushing like a waterfall as he roughly pounds into you, his knot coming closer and closer to getting swallowed whole by you. He’s cursing now, whispering under his breath in a language you can’t understand, eyes half lidded in the pleasure as he suddenly backs up to just his tip.

A loud cry rips free from your throat as Jack slams back in, his knot briefly catching as your abused entrance before he pushes in, rolling his hips forwards.

Tears well in your eyes from the sheer size and overstimulation of it all, and you can’t help but seek physical comfort in him by curling against his chest. Your body, pushed to its limit, finally lets go. The coil in your stomach, the heat that’s been burning inside of you - it all spills over and boils, burning, spewing its warmth across your body like white hot electricity, dripping over your exhausted limbs like rushing lava. You grit your teeth as your pussy throbs around him, and cling to him like your life depends on it.

Jack posessively bites into your shoulder, his hand pressing down on your clit as receives you, still rolling and rutting into you. He bites down just a little harder, teeth dangerously close to drawing blood as he pushes into you as deep as he can, thick, warm ropes of cum rushing into your body. He growls as he does so, fighting the urge to snarl as he thrusts a a few more harsh times before finally stilling against you.

You pant heavily as Jack’s cock weeps cum into you, your body feeling fuller and fuller by the moment.

Jack is panting as well, slowly unlatching from your shoulder. “You okay?” He asks, finally coming down to his senses, kitten like licks coming from his mouth to wipe away your tears of overstimulation.

You wrap your arms around him, lovingly threading through his hair. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you giggle before pulling him down for another kiss.

Jack smiles, his form warmly draping over you like a blanket.

"Was I a good girl?" You ask in a small hum as Jack slowly begins to leave your stuffed pussy.

Jack breathes out deeply, lips still curled up into a smile. "Absolutely."

[samgirard]

shirts off our backs 2022: erik johnson | col vs. nsh | 4.28.22

[creepycatboyz]

I'M BACK HOME!!! DRAWEY TIMEEE sleepy time tho.. zzz

did a different design for ej !! he's a little bit more rough and (feral) demon-like!!