#jeff x reader

[scary-lasagna]

I LOVED THE VAMPIRE POST SMM. So like would Liu, EJ, BEN and Jeff let their vampire s/o bite them and drink their blood?

Homicidal Liu

Liu is squeamish when it comes to blood due to his past trauma of obvious reasons.

And even with a high pain tolerance, he wouldn't voluntarily allow himself to be bitten.

Many risks come with the first bite; An artery could be sliced, blood infection, too much blood loss, you hate the way his blood tastes so therefore you will hate him forever.

That last one was just Liu's imgaination running wild, but all together it's pretty risky.

He might offer a test bite, not a full chomp, but a little nibble on his arm to see how it feels. A pinprick was all he could describe it as.

But he quickly backed out once he caught wind of the blood trickling down his arm.

He might allow a second attempt, but not anytime soon. 

Sully, however, is a different story. He would let you drink this body dry, and force Liu forward in the middle of it just to be a sadistic asshole. 

Either way, they're both willing to try at least once.

Eyeless Jack

Jack doesn't think that you would enjoy his blood very much.

Much like the liquid that seeps from his eye sockets, his blood has a tar-like consistency. 

It wouldn't go down easy, and if your body rejects it since it's not truly 'blood', it won't come back up easy either.

Ultimately, Jack says no due to your safety. It just too big of a risk for Jack to feel comfortable letting you take a bite out of him.

Jelly donuts are better, anyway. Especially at 3am while everyone else is asleep.

BEN

BEN will act tough and dominant up until it's actually time for you to bite him.

He'll get squirmy and find excuses to delay the inevitable now that he's talked the big talk and agreed to do it.

You'll of course call him out on it, and will nervously sit down and away from his stack of DS games that he wanted to organize alphabetically. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You ask him, with a comforting hand on his knee.

"Yeah.." Ben sighs and rubs the back of his neck with a nervous tic. " I'm just afraid it'll hurt or I make a weird noise or something." He chuckles lightly.

"We can start, and if you want to stop we can and I won't judge you for it." You reassure. "Or we can do blood lettings which doesn't involve biting."

"It's that like plague doctor shit, though?"

"Well yeah but it doesn't invol-"

"Just take a bite, babe."

He trusts you with all of his heart. And he lets you take a bite.

And yes, he does make a weird sound.

Jeff

Oh hell yeah, fucking go for it.

No questions asked.

Jeff thinks it's hardcore, and frankly, he's not experienced enough to know the dangers of blood letting or blood biting. He just thinks your hot and that you wanna bite him.

And honestly? Go for it. He's probably got a few diseases lurking in there but you're immortal so it doesn't affect you.

He would urge you to keep going even after he feels light headed, just ot see how long he can stay awake.

Jeff can be an extremely convincing individual, but do not trust him.

He can and will pass out and then you will have to call Eyeless Jack and explain everything to him.

He will not be happy.

Jeff will try to kiss him thinking that he's you.

And then Jeff will get swatted away and start crying out of rejection 

[marycorcaroli]

18+, smut & fluff ♡

boyfriend!jeff, who gently kisses your thighs and moves up to your breasts to leave a few wet kisses on them.

boyfriend!jeff, licks you all over and leaves you a complete mess, your mouth open as silent moans and pleas for more come out of it. jeff moves up to you and licks your lips to then enclose you in a tender kiss.

boyfriend!jeff, who wishes he could be reborn and start his life over just for you, so that you wouldn't see his past and see what he did. he's sorry and begs for your forgiveness, kneeling down and kissing your feet. he's so bitter that after all the disgusting things he did, jeff met you, the man who could change his whole life.

boyfriend!jeff, holding you gently by the hand and showing you with his finger all the most beautiful constellations that remind him of you. jeff looks at you with eyes full of love and wants to capture this moment for eternity.

boyfriend!jeff, hugs you tightly and kisses the top of your head, breathing in your beautiful scent. he feels you sniffling on his chest and laughs a little, jeff is happy that your relationship has reached a new level, where you trust him enough to sleep next to him.

boyfriend!jeff, loves kissing you more than anything else. his palms wrap around your cheeks and pull you even closer to him, his lips meet yours in a beautiful dance and in this way jeff tells you what he can't say in words.

boyfriend!jeff, doesn't like rough sex, he doesn't want to hit you or leave too much hickey, what's the point? he wants you to feel how much he loves you, so his thrusts are pretty slow until you ask him to speed up, he says the sweetest little phrases in your ear to see how embarrassed you are and licks your nose, his palm rubs your nipple and makes you sob.

boyfriend!jeff, the cutest and it's canon.

[negans-lucille-tblr]

The Luckiest | JDM x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: A premier leaves Y/N feeling insecure, but luckily her husband knows how to help. 

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader (Reader is about Jensen’s age)

Tags: Daddy kink, insecure!reader, insecurities, minor angst, oral sex (fem rec), p in v, praise kink, validation, fluff

WC: ± 2.7K

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely Tina. Hope you love this <3

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“Wow, Danneel looks incredible,” you sigh, your eyes landing on the dress that looks like it was handmade for Dee’s exact figure. Her hair and makeup are just as flawless as the rest of her, and she poses with her husband effortlessly as you shuffle awkwardly next to your own husband. 

“She looks nice,” your husband agrees, “but you look better.” 

You scoff at him, shaking your head in disagreement. Even though you and Dee are nearly the same age, you feel like your days of looking anywhere close to as glamorous as she is are past you. She’s even managed to have three kids and still look that good, and that just doesn’t seem fair. 

You glance back at your husband to see him rolling his eyes. 

“What?”

“You,” he chuckles softly. “I can practically hear your thoughts.” 

“Oh yeah, and what am I thinking then?” You prompt, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re thinking that you’re not as pretty as her, and that you’ll never be that pretty, but you’re wrong,” he insists with a nonchalant shrug. He pauses when the organiser you’re standing beside ushers you onto the photo line. “Because I think you’re the most beautiful, perfect girl here,” he adds casually, stepping out to begin posing for the cameras. 

You feel a little flustered for a second, just staring after him as the flashes illuminate him. He looks so perfect tonight in his suit without a tie. He looks over at you, a smirk gracing his lips as he lifts his hand and beckons you over with a flick of two fingers. You immediately obey, sliding up to his side where you feel totally safe, and pay the cameras no mind, finally putting the thought of your comparison to Dee out of your mind for a moment as you ride the high of Jeff’s recent words.

You giggle when he leans down to kiss your cheek and then he presses his mouth to your ear and breathes hot breath against your skin.  

“Fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he growls softly, making your insides flutter. 

*

“Can we go soon?” you plead with your husband once all the formalities are over with and there’s just alcohol and mingling left. “I’m tired and my feet are killing me,” you complain, shuffling around in your uncomfortable heels. 

Jeff chuckles softly, glancing down at the floor to your shoes, before looking back up and into your eyes. 

“Five more minutes? I promised Jared I’d have a scotch with him,” Jeff explains softly, and you whine quietly under your breath but don’t protest too loudly, afraid of offending someone around you. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make it worth the wait,” he smirks devilishly, and then slips away, off to find Jared, you presume, and you wonder just what he means by making it worth the wait. 

Your mind at first thinks of something sexual, because after that smirk, you’re pretty sure he was coming onto you, but you can’t think of anything worse right now. You’ve spent the night surrounded by women far prettier and slimmer and better than you in every single way, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball of self pity and sleep this whole evening off. You’re not sure what’s really gotten into you lately, but you’ve never felt this badly about yourself before. You’ve never loved yourself, but your insecurities have never gotten this bad. But then you suppose you and Jeff have been married a short while now, and the ‘honeymoon’ phase died off a little while ago. He used to barely keep his hands off of you, and while he still says the right things and calls you beautiful and makes you feel loved, it’s been a while since you’ve been made to feel sexy. 

When Jeff finally pries himself away from the boys, he finds you once again, and wraps his arm around your waist, finally putting you out of your misery and telling you you can go home. He leads you out to the limo quietly, and opens the door for you to climb in, getting in alongside you. The driver takes you home, and you sit in silence with your husband in the back for a short while, just looking out of the window until you feel his hand on your thigh. Turning your head you catch his eye, and offer him a weak smile at best, feeling truly exhausted and ready to get out of your stupid dress, feeling like you’re trying too hard. 

Jeff doesn’t say anything, and his eyes leave yours as he glances towards the driver, the partian most of the way up, so he reaches over to the switch and closes it completely. That’s when his hand slips down your thigh, to the hem of your dress, and then under it, moving back up to where it was, only this time, on your bare skin. 

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, even though you know the driver won’t hear you through the privacy screen. 

“I’ve tried to keep my hands off of you as long as I could, but I don’t think I can resist any longer,” he states matter-of-factly. 

You scoff and shake your head, wondering if he’s just saying and doing all this to make you feel better. He’s not acted like this since you were dating. 

“Jeff, c’mon,” you sigh, pushing his hand away. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, blinking. 

“I’m not in the mood, okay?” you insist, feeling tears begin to press at the backs of your eyes as you look out the window again. 

“Is this about Dee?” he asks, his hand once again on your thigh, but this time it’s lower down, over your dress, and he squeezes it lovingly. 

“No… yes… maybe… I don’t know, Jeff, I’m just tired, and I feel shitty,” you finally conclude. 

Jeff sighs heavily, his thumb brushing back and forth along your leg. “Alright,” he finally relents, and much to your disappointment he lets go. 

For a moment, you feel annoyed that he hadn’t tried harder to cheer you up, wondering if he too thinks that Dee is more attractive than you, and when you glance over at him to wonder what he’s thinking, his eyes are fixed on his own window, and stay that way for the rest of the ride home. 

It’s even quieter between you as you get through your front door, and you’re even more determined to get into comfortable clothes and go straight to bed, but before you can make your way to the stairs, you feel Jeff’s hand wrap around your wrist and tug you backwards, bringing you towards him. 

“Jeff, please,” you whine, but when you finally look up at him and see the darkness in his eyes, you pause your protests. 

“Jeff?” he questions, “have you forgotten your manners, young lady?” 

“No, Daddy,” you reply, almost so quickly it’s embarrassing.  

“That’s better,” he nods, and a tiny smirk dances along his lips. “Now, do you really want to go to bed, or do you want Daddy to remind you just how perfect he thinks you are?” 

Jeff hadn’t pulled out the ‘daddy’ card in a long time, and instantly you remember back to the days spent between sheets when you first started dating, and how he would be so perfect at taking control, but there was always something so soft and caring with everything he did. You were his, you belonged to him, he could make you do anything he wanted, but in return he made you feel safe and protected, and like the most special thing in his world. And that’s when it hits you. This is what you’d been missing, this is what made you feel good about yourself before, and since it stopped, it’s like you felt like part of you had been taken away. And, of course, Jeff is just utterly perfect and can somehow read your mind and know you better than you know yourself. So of course, he knows exactly what he’s doing right now. 

“I think I need a reminder,” you finally tell him, your voice quiet and soft. 

“I think you’re right,” Jeff nods in agreement, pulling you tight against him, reaching up to caress the side of your face lovingly. “Because I don’t like the way you talked about my baby girl tonight.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling like you’ve let him down somehow. 

“That’s okay. It’s my fault, I forget to remind her how she drives me crazy. I stopped telling her how often I find myself watching her, wishing I could be inside her all day every day. I guess she doesn’t realise how often I find myself thinking about fucking her.” 

You whimper at his words, your legs becoming wobbly for a reason other than your heels, now. Your aching feet are the last thing on your mind as your pussy begins to drip in your panties, and you rub your thighs together for friction. 

“I just wish she’d believe me whenever I do tell her these things. Because I really couldn’t wait to get her home tonight, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her skin, couldn’t wait to rip this dress off and leave it on the floor. She was the only one that could steal my attention tonight.” 

“Is that why you had a scotch with Jared?” you bravely sass, and Jeff chuckles, a little darker than usual which only makes your insides flutter. 

“If I remember rightly, teasing is one of your favourite forms of foreplay,” he smirks, and you pout your lips, hating that he’s right and he knows you that well. “Now if you don’t mind, baby girl, I think I’ve been patient enough tonight,” he growls lowly, bringing his lips to within millimeters of yours. “I wanted to spend the car ride there with my mouth between your legs, but I didn’t wanna ruin your outfit.” 

“Well you can ruin it now,” you breathe out, “Daddy,” you quickly add when you remember. 

“Good,” Jeff growls, his hand twisting into your hair as he closes the gap between you and kisses you fervently. 

You expect him to move it towards the stairs, or maybe even lift you and carry you to your bedroom, but Jeff does no such thing, and after a few moments of making out in the hallway, he begins to guide you backwards, towards the couch in the living room, pushing your back against the tall arm. You're just tall enough to slide your ass onto it, and Jeff’s lips leave yours as they drop to your thighs, and he eagerly pushes your dress up your legs and pulls your panties to one side, placing sloppy, wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart. 

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” you whine, pushing your fingers through his hair and making him chuckle against your skin. 

“I’ve missed that word on your lips,” he groans, biting down on your skin playfully. 

“I’ve missed it too,” you admit, your eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re fucking perfect, look at you. How did I get so lucky, hm?” he hums, and then licks a stripe through your slick, only moaning louder as the taste hits his tongue. 

“Oh shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back in the ripple of pleasure that washes over you at the first sensation between your legs. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, licking another stipe, and another, before sucking your clit between his lips. 

*

He dines on your pussy for what might be hours, and your legs tremble and shake around him when you release your third orgasm onto his tongue, panting heavily as you start to come down from your high, only to feel Jeff’s mouth build it back up once again. 

“Please, Daddy, want your cock so bad, please,” you beg, wearily. 

“How can I resist when you beg so fucking pretty?” he groans, finally standing at full height, unzipping his slacks and fisting out his rock hard cock. You moan at the sight which makes him chuckle, and instinctively your legs widen further as if to invite him in. “Jesus Christ, baby girl,” Jeff growls, his lips and beard still glistening with your slick. “I could make myself cum just watching you like this,” he smirks, his fist slowly moving up and down his shaft. 

“No,” you whine needily, wanting him inside you before he even thinks about ending this. “Want your cock, Daddy, please,” you beg. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, stepping forward. He reaches up and softly wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to look right at him, his cock teasing your entrance. “Do you wanna know what me and the boys talked about tonight?” he asks, and you instantly nod your head, wanting to know absolutely anything he is willing to tell you right now. “I told them how I couldn’t wait to get you home, how lucky I was that out of all the girls there tonight, you were the one I married… I told them how hard you made my cock the second I saw you in this dress this evening,” he tells you. “And d’you know what Jensen said?”

You shake your head, your heart thudding in your chest. “No,” you whine, still desperate for Jeff to stop teasing and push his cock inside you already. 

“He told me he couldn’t blame me, told me I was a lucky guy,” Jeff confirms, a smirk spreading over his mouth. “I couldn’t agree more.” 

The fact that someone else thinks that you’re attractive – someone who is married to someone as perfect as Danneel, no less – seems to do wonders for your confidence, and if you hadn’t already started to lift out of your funk thanks to Jeff’s words tonight, this would’ve certainly done it alone. Jeff seems to choose that exact moment to sink into you, and your eyes roll in pleasure as he hums and whispers about how perfect you feel, and how he never wants to fuck another pussy, how yours is the only one he ever wants wrapped around his cock again. 

His constant praises and brutal thrusts are enough to keep your climaxes coming, over and over again as you desperately try to hold onto your last remaining shred of sanity, but by the time Jeff’s through with you, you’re barely able to move, and your whole body trembles in his hold when he finally pulls you into his lap and strokes your hair as you both recover on the couch together. You smile happily to yourself, feeling so much better than you had been earlier this evening, and maybe it’s the countless orgasms he ripped from your body, but you feel like maybe you could believe at least some of the things Jeff had told you. 

“You were lying weren’t you?” you finally ask, looking up at him. 

“I don’t lie to you, baby girl,” Jeff insists, with no room for an argument in his voice. 

“Jensen didn’t say that,” you tell him, adamantly. 

“He did, actually,” Jeff chuckles. “Actually made me a little jealous,” he admits. “I urm… I know I’m not as attractive as him, and he’s younger, could probably keep up with you better,” he blushes. 

You scoff, sitting up to shake your head at him. “Are you kidding? I was the luckiest girl there tonight.” 

Jeff shakes his head, and you quickly realise that you’re not the only insecure one in your relationship, and you wonder if this is how you make Jeff feel when you say similar things about yourself. 

“Okay, here’s the deal,” you announce. “I’ll start believing you if you start believing me.” 

“Alright, deal,” Jeff nods, smiling softly. “But on one condition,” he adds, which makes you frown slightly. “We bring that Daddy thing back because fuck, that was hot.” 

You laugh and nod your head. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay with that,” you smirk. 

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[montimer]

Jeff as a boyfriend random hc

Warnings:mention of knife,killing

(Its so hard to find a good gif 😭)

He loves to tease you

He will show you his knife collection

Tries hes best to make you smile/laugh

He would gladly kill for you,even if you say it's all good, the person who hurt you wont be feeling so good

Knocks or scratches ur window to scare you a bit hes like let me in pls

If you are playing or watching something on ur phone he will lean over ur shoulder "what ya doing?"

Always sits closly next to you

He usually tries to visit you every night might break down ur window/door if its locked

You want something but you dont want to spend too much money? Its fine he just happend to stolen have one,he will give it to you for a kiss reward

He will stole stuff for you either from his victimes houses or he will even break into shops for you

He can get jealous easyly,he trust you but its others he don't trust. Someone keep on flirting w/ you even if you told them ur taken. He will push you to his chest and pull out a knife "Back off "

Tries to make you something 1.its eatable 2.smt is burning

Loves to hug and kiss you and especially loves it when ur not afraid to do it back

Hes probably afraid of fire so he hides behind you if theres a bigger one

Always makes sure ur doing alr. You can tell him, he'll take care of the problem (even if its not a persons fault he tries hes best)

[cr33pyp4sta]

How would the Creepypasta’s react to an autistic reader

This is based on my own experiences and I’d not a general thing that we all experience as all autistic experiences aren’t the same. This may not be accurate with their personalities.

Slender man

He knew about your autism when he took you let you into the mansion

Has a lot of internalised ableism

Tried to keep it slightly quieter

Doesn’t talk a lot so noise is not a problem with him

Jeff

He is an absolute pain

He always will touch you randomly

He will always yell in your ear

He has 100% broke your ear defenders

Will always make sure you get thrown out of your schedule

Toby

He understands how it feels to be treated differently because of a disability

Will protect you from jeff

Will try his best to respect your boundaries

Apologies a lot when his tics are EXTREMELY loud

Is very impressed with how quick you can solve math problems

Ben

If you have a video game related special interest will always be there to talk to you about it

Will accidentally be really loud

Is great to info dump to

Is quite understanding

Doesn’t understand how you stick to such a strict routine

E.J

Is quite understanding

Will let you listen to you info dump

Will tell you some cool biology facts

Is never loud

Doesn’t like physical touch either

Sorry it’s short I have been up for almost a whole day

[somewhat-crazy]

creepypasta au where everything is the same but instead of "go to sleep", jeff says "go to therapy"

[bingobongocheerio]

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[emma045]

Y/N: Jefffffffff

Jeff: what

Y/N: Jeffffffffffff

Jeff: what?

Y/N: Jeffieeeee

Jeff: WHAT?!

Y/N: Where is my phone

Are you bullying/threating some kids again and trying to get me banned on twitter (I know it's x now but i can't get used to it)

Jeff: Yes- I MEAN MAYBE-

I MEAN NO-

Y/N: I thought that the first one to actually do that would be Ben

Jeff: he's helping

Y/N: WHAT

[creepy-friday]

Hey, I loved your mansion headcanons and I felt you captured everyone very accurately! What are you regular Jeff headcanons? Thanks :)

Thank you!!!:)

Jeff Headcanons

He feels like he doesn't have any enemies,he only has bad relationships because he wants to.He wants to be in control about how people feel about him,and he knows he's a piece of shit and can't be likeable-that's why he strives to make things worse

this guy will start shit everytime he feels like life gets boring,he gotta spice it up somehow

When he's around others,like at the breakfast table,he would think of stupid things or jokes to say to make someone upset.That what makes him happy like a fucking energy sucking vampire

He self-sabotage every little good thing he has going on for himself.The only person who wouldn't leave his side is Ben,Liu gives his brother space

I can see him "renewing" his smile-like cut around the corners of his mouth everytime he feels like he gets better.He's afraid of change,he always has been more comfortable in chaos since he met Slenderman trough it

Please do not "make him a favor" and clean his room.He only knows where stuff is when everything is a mess kinda like him

BEN has a very rare audio of him drunk crying in the bathroom floor about his love life and his life in general

He would avoid crossing the line with Jane out of respect,maybe shame?He still angers her but he knows his limits.When she was new he made sure to give her enough trauma to keep her occupied for the rest of her stay in the mansion

Jeff was also an asshole to Nina.He manipulated her but couldn't use her anymore because she got the mental help she needed before being bought into the mansion.

Toxic metal head because he's a piece of shit person,not because he's a "name 3 songs" guy.

"Name 3 songs"-"sure,what album?"

[jeffsfavoriteknife]

SMUT AHEAD MxM reader

You avoided looking in the mirror at this point to avoid hearing all the insults about your appearance in your head, heading over to your bed and plopping down on the plush covers. You looked over to the plush you had of him, you grabbed the look alike plush and hugged him close to you before it was snatched out of your hand and you panicked as you turned around, suddenly met face to face with none other than your obsession. “Well look at this lil thing, you sleep with it at night? You really into me that bad huh?” He dangled the plush above your head as you flushed red in the face, not being able to say anything to him, mouth slightly open with surprise. He huffs, dropping the plush in your lap and looking around the room, eyes gleaming as his gaze lands on your skirt hanging up on the opposite side of the wall, he gets up and grabs it, walking back over to you with it in hand. “You like wearing skirts? If you like it so much then put it on, right now” you hesitated and shook you head nervously, you were humiliated the last time you wore it and didnt know if he would do the same. He grabs you by your hips and pulls down your sweatpants, pulling the skirt up your legs and over your hips. “When i say do something, you do it, got it?” He grabs your hands and brings you in front of the mirror, sitting you on his lap “look at how cute you are, the skirt really shows off your cock yknow” Hearing this you instantly pull your skirt down over yourself harder, refusing to look at yourself or him in the mirror, he tsks and grabs your chin, making you look up at yourself, flushed face and all, this making him grin as he spreads your thighs open even more, your cock twitching at the excitement starting to boil in your stomach. He grips your face in his hands and turns your head to face him, his head slightly tilted “so did you not wear anything underneath in hopes that id find you? Is that it?” You nodded and he grabs your hair in his hand, kissing you hard as you squirm in his grip, kissing him back just as hard in desperation due to lack of physical contact, who knew you were so cockhungry. He moves one of his legs to lift one of your legs up as his free hand grips your cock and starts pumping you at inhumane speed, causing your legs to immediately start twitching. You pull away from his lips for air, whining in overstimulation due to how sensitive you were, he notices this and chuckles, stopping to unzip his fly and pull his own throbbing cock out “your so fucking cute, you act like you havent been touched in years, or have you saved yourself just for me? I feel honored that youd do that” He spreads your ass as he stares at you in the mirror as he starts pushing himself in, your mouth dropping in pain and pleasure at the intrusion “i got rules, one, you keep looking at your pretty self in this damn mirror while i fuck you silly, two, if you cum you loose understand?” You didnt know what he meant by that but the fullness of being stuffed by someone you tried so desperately to get the attention of had you not caring as you nodded, he lifted you up confusing u until he brought you down, HARD. Immediately bottoming out in you as you tightened around him in response to having your prostate hit into, not giving you a break as he gripped your thighs, pounding himself into you, you crying in pure pleasure as you watched him fuck you senseless in the mirror, you knew you couldnt last long, he lifted you once more, able to tell that you were at your limit and hits your prostate with one last hard thrust and had you cumming harder than youve ever cum before, you tightening around him so tightly had him wrapping his hands around you and blowing his load into you, he came so much you thought he would break you by the sheer force of his orgasm. He pulled you off and watched you leak a bit of him out as he pulled out his phone and took a quick picture, something you didnt notice. He pulled you back by your arms, whispering in your ear. “Get up sunshine, you came first so you loose remember? Get ready for another round”

[pinetrees-in-the-water]

JEJEEJJE jeff x very apathetic male reader but very lovey dovey with him?? anyways keep it up sweetie your doing great🤩

AAAAA thank you sm<3333, I'm so thankful for all the support on this blog, shits blowing up way more than I expected it to.

I love writing mlm Jeff its canon to me

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◇Jeff x Apathetic M! Reader who's affectionate with him◇

• Im gonna be honest he is SO confused.

•He's used to apathetic people, apathy was better than hatred anyways...maybe even better than love.

• Love felt weird to him. It wasnt that hed never felt it before, he grew up in a loving household but all that seemed so far away now. Hed gotten used to not really recieving affection from anyone.

• Maybe except Ben and Nina but he was never one to lean into their affection..it felt odd to him after so long of being alone, being hunted, being hated.

• Until you got recruited by The Operator.

• He found you quite handsome and naturally he pulled all the usual shit. Pick up lines, jokes, sex jokes, whatever.

• He didn't expect anything to come of it, his past had left him so horribly disfigured not even his parents could love his face, why would you?

• So imagine his suprise when you started returning the affection, hell your entire cold apathetic persona seemed to slip away around him.

• Everyday it was a goodmorning kiss on his forehead or suprise hug from behind. It felt like his insides were on fire and he didnt know how much more he could take it, hell he didnt even know how to reciprocate so he just kinda froze.

• So many questions plagued him. Were you dating? Did you actually like him? Did this all even mean anything to you?

• After some urging from Nina he finally asked you the question hed been burning to ask.

• "Do you like me? Like..genuinely because listen man I can't tell."

• Well that didnt come out the way he wanted.

• You were leaning back against his shoulder, your on hand on his and reading a report sent by The Operator, the question didnt seem to phase you as you turned around and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

• "Of course I do Jeff what made you think otherwise? Was I not forward enough?" his brain short-circuit so bad he didnt even have a response to your teasing. A few minutes passed until he found the voice to speak.

• "You're not like this with the others"

• "I feel more comfortable with you...besides-"

• You turned around to hold his face in your hands, thumbs tracing over the deep scars on his cheeks and his breath hitched.

• "You need it." You kissed him gently on his misshapen lips, and for the first time in a long time, Jeff leaned in.

• You were right, he did need it.

[scary-lasagna]

Hello!:D i was wondering if you could do Jeff and Ben with a child reader?:0 platonic obvi!^^ but there really mean and stuff but its bc of trauma?:D if not ignore this<3

oh dear, i'm sorry I didn't catch the mean part! I'll be writing a second one with your spare ask don't worry!! :]

Platonic!Jeff & Ben

Ben is like stupidly amazing with kids.

Sally loves him, she thinks he's the coolest in the manor and lets her say bad words sometimes, and even has a tea party once in a while.

Jeff isn't the greatest, and usually has a knack for making small children cry.

So when an orphaned child wanders up to the manor, and they're scheduled to babysit until Slender gets home, they agree to watch you until sunset.

Jeff has absolutely no clue what to do with you, and doesn't even think to offer you a snack or something to drink.

Ben is already returning from the kitchen with little packets of crackers and one of Sally's juice boxes.

Jeff will pick you up and plop you down at the table, sitting next to you and try to make an attempt at conversation.

But again, he's terrible with children, and tries asking you if you've seen the new GTA 6 trailer.

You look at him weird before continue munching on your crackers. You even go as far as scooting away from him a little bit.

Jeff is embarrassed by a 5 year old, but pretends he's not bothered by it. Ben sees right through his facade, and snickers to himself behind a well placed cough..

Ben knows how make you feel more comfortable, asking questions about you, because what else would a 5 year old have to talk about?

Their whole world consists of things that they do, not whatever sport was on TV last night or a new game that's being released, you were too young for that talk. The most interesting person they know is themself.

But no matter how many questions Ben tries to ask, you don't give them a glimpse of information about how you got here.

"So, where were you before you found us?"

"Literally, I don't even know, stop asking me. But today I found a frog and I put him in my pocket, and then I started to play the drums and Roblox at the same time but the frog didn't like it and-"

They agree to take you to the game room so you can mess around with whatever you can get your grubby hands on, whether it be the foosball table, the N64 scattered on the ground, the 30,000 dollar pool table-

THE THIEIRTY THOUSNAND DOALRA-

Jeff is faster than Ben, and swoops you up with a 'nOOoonononono', and you think it's the funniest thing that he's holding you upside down, because you laugh so hard you run out of breath.

And while Ben re-organizes the pool balls back into their neat little triangle, Jeff has fun just swinging you about, finding it amusing how easy children are entertained.

One way up, one way back down, swing you around in a circle like a football, dangle you by an ankle and toss you up to catch you. Like a little rhythm game.

He remembers back to his own childhood, the moments where his parents actually liked being parents, and his father tossing hm repeatedly on the couch, which of course is passed down to you.

"Again!"

"AGAAINN??? UGGHH!"

And you think it's hilarious how he's so annoyed, yet does it anyway. And secretly, he loves it.

And Ben loves watching him love it, like he gets to see a glimpse into Jeff's past that he never wants to talk about.

But eventually, as all children do, you grow tired, and instead of running back toward Jeff, you stay on the couch and curl up to watch whatever is flickering on the TV.

Ben will return with popcorn, and Jeff is sitting on the ground in front of you, showing you how to play this old vintage game called "The Mario Bros." that's only 8 pixels deep in graphics quality.

Ben holds a somewhat bittersweet smile, as he walks over and delivers the popcorn. After some thought he joins in as Player 2, and let's you get the sleep you so much needed.

[deepest-nightmare-expert]

WHOLESOME HEADCANONS FOR EMH BOYS AND A DASH OF PATRICK FROM MLANDERSEN0.

[ Tw /CW mentions of health issues, just general chronic illnesses ECT. and anything that you'd generally expect, from a slenderverse series. Mentions of NSFW self harm emotional distress crying. ]

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Patrick Andersen .

When your having a flare up and need comfort.

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He's seen a couple things, and his own vessel/host body goes through a lot of pain as well so as soon as he sees you struggling to do daily tasks or get up out of bed he knows without a doubt .

↑ you can't hide shit from this man. !

He doesn't say a word watching like a hawk until you come to him, but the second he sees you are in over your head he is right there.

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Need your hair washed but your limbs feel strained ? He knows and will pop up and do it for you if your ok with it.

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Need a reminder to brush you teeth ? Help cleaning your room or doing house chores ? He's right there.

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Will pick you up into his arms when it's all too much, and just sit down on the bed or on the couch just gently holding you and humming a soft tune pulling your hair out of your face and or sitting in silence until your ready to speak.

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He will brush your hair if you need or want him to, and if your having a rough time with getting dressed if your getting too dizzy or are in too much pain to bend over or pull your shirt on or off he is right there without a doubt.

Saying things like "honey it's okay let me help me, please?"

Or "it's okay to ask for help, let me get that for you alright ?"

"Your okay, let me hold you up I got you hon. "

He will just let you cry and gingerly wipe your tears with a bottle of pain meds and water within arms reach .

He's a good caretaker for both you and himself when need be.

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EVAN MYERS.

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He doesn't experience chronic illnesses that have heavy pain, like this so its hard for him to empathize up until he saw you struggling to sit up in bed one day then just laid down and gave up Infront of him from the pain in your spine ...and his heart broke.

He's literally at your beckon call wether you like it or not, always looking up the foods your body needs for nutrients to do with your specific condition.

Helping you with at home physical therapy, making sure you don't over do it.

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Keeps you hydrated and a heating pad on stand by with some pain medicine.

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Always has a warm bath ready when your joints are bothering you with some Epsom salt, and a warm soft fuzzy robe and towel.

Keeps your favorite pillow within arms reach, and makes sure you wear clothes that don't Hinder your physical performances and mobility that they're easy to get on and take off.

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Also gently throws you over his shoulder if he sees you ignoring your bodys need to rest and gently carries you to the couch or bed to lay you down and looks at you like a misbehaving cat with nothing but concern affection and empathy .

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"alright times up, your under arrest. " (Get it??)

Or " cmon cutie, your being laid out. "

Things also such as " nope your comin with me bossy pants. "

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He loves you very much and will often lay down beside you and be a living heating pad for you massaging your achy joints or just holding you swaddled up into his arms resting your head on his chest.

He's protective service dog boy boyfriend .

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VINNY EVERYMAN.

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He didn't get it at first but one day you were doing dishes and got out of breathe, limping to the couch looking guant leaving the water running.

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And then it hit him, you are sick very very sick and after that ? He was always right there within arms reach half the time.

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Always texting check ins and making sure you have eaten and are resting , if he sees you doing a task he asks if you need or want assistance anytime he feels you may need the indication of a offering hand.

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Big soft man cuddles , will hoist you up into his arms and pet your head very gently sitting down on the couch with you and putting on a silly comedy movie you enjoy and getting you some comfort snacks.

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He will not verbally communicate with you, paying attention to your body language and using his own like little hand signals to ask if your ok or a raise of a brow.

This man always makes sure he checks your breathing and movements in case you need more help than he'd first thought or he assumed on first glance.

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When you cry from pain though his body freezes up and his stomach drops but the second he processes your tears he gingerly and quietly walks up to you and holds you gently swaying with you back and forth holding the back of your head in one hand while the other wipes away your tears .

"oh...babe..please let me hold you...I hate when you cry like this.."

"i didn't know it was this bad...why didn't you tell me?"

"here come here let me hold you for a few seconds .."

"come sit down with me okay baby ..? I have you now don't worry your head.."

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He is very supportive he's a silent watcher but verbal when he needs to be the second you need assistance wether it's emotional or physical he is right there.

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JEFF KOVAL

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He works at a hospital so he knows all the right procedures, right there to support you.

Very understanding and accommodating , always makes sure he checks your body up for anything that will need extra assistances .

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Gets accessibility items for you that you need .

Need a walking stick ? He's got you.

Shower chair ? Don't worry bout it it's already there.

Wheelchair ? Boom right here don't have to lift a finger.

Shower step or matt ? You don't even have to ask.

Walker ? Don't even stress he's got you.

Also he has so much access to pain meds or chronic illness aids that he is practically your own personal pharmacist.

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He always is your main support system.

Will also help with physical therapy and find you good referrals to clinics that specialize in your specific needs and conditions.

Will cuddle you and let you touch his fluffy hair for comfort , keep you hydrated and take you on drives or play your favorite music or white noise . Get you your favorite blanket and snuggle up with you no matter what mood he's in he will be right there for you.

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HABIT

He can sniff it out. Will hunt you down and check on you grabbing you into his hands gently and checking over your body anything out of the ordinary he takes you out of order and lays you down in a nest he made for you with your comfort things.

Favorite plushie ? It's in the nest.

Comfort pillow/s ? In the nest.

Security blanket /s ? In the nest.

The hoodies he wears that you always steal ? Right there in the nest fresh clean and soft.

Your favorite socks ? In the nest.

Right beside the nest ? Water your favorite foods , foods for your specific condition your comfort drinks .

On the TV ? You bet your ass he is playing your favorite fuckin comfort show no matter how dumb or good he thinks it is.

Inside the nest ? Heating pad with cat attachments and a habit holding you there with or without your will and petting your hair gently keeping a sharp ass eye on you.

He will not take no as a answer for when your not taking care of yourself and need help.

He will wash your hair wash your body while silently grumbling but be very soft with you sensitive to your emotions just as much as your body.

Similar to Evan he will just yoink you up into his arms wether you like it or not and take you to the comfort nest.

The second you cry he internally panicked he is not used to being a source of comfort but the minute he looks in your eyes and sees what your going through it is his DUTY to take the pain away he's right there at every moment watching waiting and holding you wiping your tears away gently shushing you and whispering very very soft comforting nothing's to you.

Absolutely in arms at the universe for putting this on you but the softest you've ever seen him with you.

He will purr at a attempt to soothe you and say words of affirmation.

"you will be okay ...rabbit , it's not gonna be so bad after long "

"you won't die...i won't let anything get you, its a little pain but your not bleedin yet but the second you do I'll be there alright ?"

"shhh shh your gonna be fine don't worry I gotchta"

"don't waste your tears little rabbit, you'll kick this in no time I know you will your a tough little bastard. "

"It's gonna be okay bunny I know it hurts ..."

He is black cat comfort energy.

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[sins0fthefather]

Somethin’ Sweet Enough to Taste.

Entry I— J.A.W

The quiet thrill of the crisp autumn air was a luxury appreciated by few. It welcomed the change of pace the quiet town of Northfield held this time of year with open arms. Bound together by harvests, pumpkin patches, and the shrill of passing crows, very few found themselves wanting for much within the confines of their simplicity. It was a settlement that found comfort in the silence of the nights that passed.

Perhaps a bit too much comfort.

The hushed thump of boots traveled their way through the empty streets, noting the frost that had begun to layer the roads. It had never chilled so quickly there in the past. The thought brought a smirk to the lips of the body accompanying the sound, as if it were all too familiar to him. His eyes flickered towards the glazed panes of a nearby café, his gaze lingering on his own reflection for enough beats to satisfy himself. Only then did his attention bother to catch onto the silhouette of the waitress stationed inside, his brow furrowing at the way she swayed while wiping tables.

He had made up his mind long before the bell above the door chimed, clicking along in rhythm with the pace of his boots.

The woman instinctively raised her head at the noise, an agitated huff escaping her before she had even turned around. A late customer or two never bothered her much, but this was ridiculous timing. She struggled to hide the frustration behind her words as she began, “We’re closing—“

“Surely it doesn’t take that long to make one simple fuckin’ black coffee.” The figure interrupted, his sneer hidden behind the surgical mask that covered the lower half of his face. The amusement behind his eyes was evident however, lacking the decency to even pretend his gaze wasn’t dragging along her form. He almost looked disappointed at what was in front of him. He then invited himself to sit at one of the nearby booths, crossing a leg over the other as his fingers tapped against the smooth surface of the table in front of him. The frown that tugged at the waitress’s lips only seemed to earn a snicker out of him.

“Got a name for that order?” The woman reluctantly asked, turning on her heel towards the pot behind the counter. It was hardly fresh, but the mere prospect of drawing another batch made her scowl.

At her question, the figure’s smirk faltered. His gaze only seemed to harden at her tone. “There’s nobody else in here. Is one really necessary?” He leaned back into his seat, a singular hand snaking into one of his jacket pockets.

His question was enough to make her tilt her head back at him, her once sunny eyes only littered with aggravation. One bad review from a customer wouldn’t kill her, surely. A guileful grin played at her expression, “If you want your ‘fuckin’ coffee,’ yes.”

The waitress’s musings were met with a twitch of a brow, a curling of a fist as the man before her sucked back a breath filled with his own colorful insults. Instead, her question waited for a few beats. He seemed almost hesitant, as if considering the option of a fake name to suffice her wager. Soon after however, he seemed to come to his conclusion— one that allowed his solitary smirk to return. “It’s Jeff,” he began as his muscles relaxed, “Surely you can spell that, right dollface?”

His words made the woman’s own self amusement deflate, her grin thinning into a line within the matter of seconds. She was tempted to spell it incorrectly on purpose out of spite as she wrapped the now-full cup up in it’s sleeve. Instead she settled for a cat-scratched ‘Jeffrey,’ fastening a to-go lid up against it. She slid it onto the table between the booths, restraining herself back from letting it hit the wall. “Have a nice night,” She practically forced her words out through her teeth.

While he had planned on reacting with his previous snark, a certain coldness overtook his eyes as he glanced at the name inscribed on the cup’s sleeve. With a slow rise he stood from his seat, his gaze purposefully avoiding the waitress that stood before him. He turned his back towards her, pulling at his mouth’s masked constraints to take a ginger sip at the lukewarm coffee offered to him. As she peered over his shoulder, she squinted.

Was that… blood around his mouth?

Before she could voice her concerns, her previous formalities were met with a rasping response, “I’ll be sure to visit again soon. Don’t miss me too much.” His words ended with a slight snicker, pulling his mask back up around his face. His head turned back to steal one last glance at her, his pale blue eyes saving her face in their memory. Without waiting for a retort his boots thumped against the tile once more, slipping out of the café door much like the shadows that littered the streets.

His mind was too preoccupied on the feel of the blade within his pocket to dwell on anything other than the ‘shining review’ he’d leave his newest doting server.

[knyontop]

Hiiii!! Can you do Jeff the killer x Coquette (the fashion style) Female reader?

🎀

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OFCC MOOTIE!! 💗

Creepypasta x coquette!fem!reader.

Ft: Jeff the killer, and our beautiful, amazing, reader.

Tw: guilt tripping, kinda toxic, jeff being a perv.

Jeff:

・Jeff looooooooooves teasing you and dotting on you.

・he likes when you wear those short skirts with that cute little pattern thing at the ends of it.

・Bro really really loves when you wear short skirts💀

・He tried to help you with your hair but it came out rly messy.. (he didn’t mean to i swear)

・jeff kisses you all over your face just to see you all flustered.

・sometimes he will drop things on purpose and ask you to get it just so see your ass/under your skirt. (Perv)

・but as much as he loves seeing your ass and stuff he puts his hoodie around your waist so others dont get a view. (Your ass is his ass)

・when you wear crop tops his eyes are always on your boobs, hes a tits man fr😭

・the crop tops make your boobs stand out;3 (he doesn’t care if your flat or not)

・sometimes guilt trips you into the bedroom.

・i mean its jeff guys..

・pet names for you, “baby” “doll” “good girl” “princess”

・Jeff likes to play fight with you at night, sometimes he takes it to far though.

・he feels guilty but doesn’t show it.

・hes just a silly killer. <3

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HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Its a little short but whatever >:P

[devilgenics]

Jeff: My head hurts.

(Y/N): That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

(Have this incorrect quote while i finish writing my request :))