Jeffery Woods - Blog Posts
who let this freak outta the asylum 💔
jeff the killer es canónicamente argenchino
So this is a speed up video of not even a demo, more like a prototype for the creepypasta dating sim i working on, that's why it looks kinda ugly JSJSJSJSJSJ these are my main ideas for the game
- Have a customizable MC
- The confirmed routes are my most loved creepypastas characters JSJSJSJS: Jeff the killer, Ben Drowned, Slenderman, Ticci Toby, Masky and Hoodie (mh fans don't kill me), Eyeless Jack and
-Maybes routes: Laughing Jack, Bloody Painter, Homicidal Liu etc
- Girl routes for a future DLC be strong lesbians lol JSJSJSJSJ
- spanish/english translates
and etc etc etc, feel free to ask me about this i will answer with no problem, i can maybe talk a little about the main plot too....... btw if you guys like my work commission me bc i need moneey 😭 JSJSJSJSJS
HII i just finished this silly dress up game of jeff the killer, it's available on itch.io and it works for mobile and PC so hope everyones like it
Click to play
video of me trying this jeff the killer dress up game made by me jijiji, i want to add more clothes but idk where to upload the game, maybe on itch.io
also i was thinking of making another one of ticci toby or nina
edit: the game is done, play it here
Doodle dump!!!
Wanted to post more on here! Felt like I was kinda neglecting tumblr tbh 😔😔 some doodles of all my current interests rn!
cringetober day 13
and happy creepypasta day :3
Jeff design for my Creepypasta au
I'm doing so much portfolio fancy art stuff, and drawing these was very fun and silly and happy.
This is a joke I love both of them very much.
creepypasta headcannons
their favorite food?
Jeffery hodek:I would assume cherrie pie
Liu hodek: peanutbutter crackers
Tobias rogers: seems like he'd like pizza or a good cooked hamburger
Nina the killer: hamburger helper
Ben drowned:shrimp pasta
Eyeless jack:I headcannon he was a vegetarian when he was alive and well not a whole ass demon maybe tofu or like salad.
The puppeteer: he didn't have one, not picky.
Helen otis: they were that picky friend who only ordered chicken and fries out to eat.
Candy pop:cotton candy
LJ:lollipops
[IMPORTANT] Tim and Brian are NOT creepypastas but I'd assume Tim would like slim Jim's and Brian would like original potato lays chips
Jason the toy maker: didn't he live I nthe 1800s? I don't remember him much but I'd assume fish and chips.
Nathan the nobody: over easy eggs and hashbrowns.
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Favorite color?
Would say every color in the rainbow: LJ,Candy Pop, jason the toy maker
Would say red, orange, yellow,: ben drowned, Liu hodek, puppeteer, Helen otis,
Would say it like that one vine black like my soul: ticci toby, Nina the killer, Jeff hodek
Would be fucking normal or something and just say I like blue I guess:eyeless jack,Nathan the nobody.
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Favorite class back in school:
Music:puppeteer, candypop,lj,.
Math:Liu hodek,Nina the killer
Art:,Helen otis jason the toy maker.
History:Jeff hodek, ticci toby, Ben drowned.
Gym:Nathan the nobody
Science:eyeless jack.
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I kinda wanna make sfw and maybe a little (not a lot) of nsfw stories for everyone but not specifically fem reader because people write a lot and tag x male reader under the tag but it's fem reader explicitly. So I'll do requests. I'm in these fandoms currently.
Obey me!
Twisted Wonderland
(Especially azul he's my favorite character)
Star wars
Hazbin hotel (don't get me wrong I know aroace people do have platonic and romantic in their relationship sometimes but it's mostly to satisfy their partner. But 100% no smut for alastor,nifty and the eggboys. Also not for Charlie and vaggie either sorry)
Call of duty modern warfare
MHA (only writing for the adults in mha nsfw I swear if someone ask for a bakugou smut I'll soccer punch them 😭🙏) (only sfw for the class 1-A and toga..
Creepypasta. (If yall ask for toby and Jeff it's the new toby that's an old man and Jeff as in Jeff hodek. Not no emo teenager. But I will do emo teen Jeff woods in SFW.) (But I don't know why I need to say this but NO OFFENDERMAN LIKE??)
Marble hornets.
Undertale. (Only sfw)
DC: so bat children, batman, Clark kent, etc.
What I will do: smut, fluff, NSFW (it doesn't just mean smut it also means gore) angst, child reader, if you want the reader to have a mental disorder you struggle with and get comfort by the direct character/s you say, wholesome.
What I won't do: rape, pedophilia, age regression (Im sorry I just don't feel comfortable writing it), somnophilia, basically anything bad and criminal.
What I'll do if it's a TW (I will warn you at the beginning if it's a TW thing.)
what I won't do: fem reader. If you're a fem reader you can read the stuff that has gender neutral on it though. But not trans male reader or AMAB reader.
What I will do: amab reader, trans male reader, nonbinary reader,
"A Distant Memory I Used to Know"
Chapter -1 EyelessJack x GNreader
Chapter index
CW- None
Summary: Back in college an incident left you traumatized with memory loss and constant paranoia. 9 years later after you start to get a better life killings start to show up in your small town. You meet a strange familiar person and it makes you uneasy. Who... is he?
word count: 2142
You let out a groan as the alarm you had put on snooze for the third time rang through your ears. You shifted in bed staring, at the white popcorn ceiling before eventually sitting up. Your hands rummaged through the sheets to find the cause of the unrest. Once you found your phone you rubbed your eyes before making sure to hit 'stop'.
You rolled over covering your face with your hands letting out a sigh. After a bit of debate, you realize it was for the best that you get ready for the day. Reluctantly you dragged yourself out of bed before shuffling your way out of your room and into the bathroom down the hall.
You stood in front of the mirror just staring at yourself. Your eyes looked tired and you had clear eye bags. You should stop staying up for days at a time to finish work. You splashed your face with cold water in an attempt to wake yourself up. It worked but immediately you regretted it as you scrambled to find the towel hung up near the door.
After you dried off your face you filled the cup hidden inside your medicine cabinet with lukewarm tap water. You shook two of the small white tablets out of the orange bottle they were stored in and into your palm. You threw them in your mouth before quickly swallowing them with water. The bland and slightly metallic taste of the water coating your tongue.
You were starting to wonder if the pills your psychologist recommended were starting to not be as efficient. They were meant to suppress your already weak memory to prevent anxiety attacks and additional stress. You haven't experienced any episodes that derived from the traumatic events of the past in well over a year.
However, lately, you've been having weird and unexplainable dreams. Dreams that felt more like memories than anything. They're faint and you could barely wrap your head around what they meant yet they still worry you. You'd be sure to talk to your therapist about it next time you have an appointment.
You were 18 when whatever happened to you occurred, You don't, well you can't remember what happened. It was your sophomore year in college. Everything was a blur, your brain blocked almost everything out. There was a chunk of your memory that was entirely missing like it hadn’t even happened at all. Just…gone. One thing you did know it had to do with some kind of mass murder and a cult.
At least that's what was what the police were saying and what made it to the news. You used to get some faint memories and flashbacks but all that did would give you panic attacks. So you were given pills that helped you forget whatever happened to you completely. It was better that way. To forget your college days.
There's one thing you couldn't forget, a person. You don't know who though. It confuses you because you just remember a person. Not a single detail other than it was a person. A person in a black hoodie. You can't remember their face or personality just that you…wanted to be near them.
It was weird because you held such an odd sense of longing for them. Can you even miss someone you don't even remember? Can you want someone to be around you if you don't even know who they are?
Sometimes you'd sit in bed and wonder what they were like. Are they smart? Were they a close friend, how did you meet them? What was their personality like? Were they kind, or were they snarky, did they care about others, were they selfish? What were they like for them to stick around in your mind after all this time? Why can't your brain just let them go? Why can't you remember? Thoughts like that kept you up at night.
You shook your head at your spiraling thoughts before stretching your stiff body. You finished up the rest of your morning routine and then made your way into the kitchen. You sucked your teeth as you realized your apartment was deprived of any food.
Ever since your old roommate who was the cook of the house moved out it was hard for you to stay on top of eating or keeping the house restocked with food. You were so used to your old roommate being the one who went grocery shopping for the place. So keeping the house stocked up is something that you are still getting used to. You settled on using the last of the milk you had with some cereal.
You weren't a breakfast person if you were being completely honest but you were too tired to eat anything after you came home last night and showered. You pulled your phone out of your short pockets as you poured the sugary cereal into your bowl. You got a notification from your friend Raven. She was one of your very few friends. You weren't much of a social person after your whole incident.
Raven★: Hey, I have a big favor [ name ]
You: Yeah whats up?
Your thumbs mindlessly skimmed across your keyboard. You flicked through the spoons in your drawer looking for one of the smaller spoons. You were debating just to get rid of all the serving spoons at this point you never used them.
Raven★: Are you willing to cover a shift for me? I have something big i need to do but i understand of ur busy
You weren't busy. You'd assume by now Raven would know you enough to know you were never busy. At least not on days when you don’t have your younger brother Hunter. You were happy to cover a shift for her with no complaints. She was a good friend so there would be no reason for you to not help her out. She would also help out with Hunter, periodically whenever your shitty dad got tired of taking care of him and just dropped him on you.
You: Sure u can count on me rea-rea<3
Raven★: THANKS SO MUCH! I'LL BE SURE TO PAY U BACK I PROMISE
You wanted to tell her you didn't need anything in return but knowing her she'd still give you something in return. Arguing with her would be pointless. You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes. You quickly finished up your cereal before it became soggy and inedible. After you finished up you figured you could clean the place up for a bit before getting ready for work.
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You worked at an office however when you needed some extra cash it came in handy to have a second job. You didn't have work at the office today. However you agreed to take Ravens shift at the convenience store. You were planning on working the night shift anyway so it wouldn't be too much. Usually, you worked at night so afternoon shifts were a bit busier than you were used to but you made it work.
You said fuck it and took the night shift as well because you had nothing better to do and the small extra pay can go into you getting a better car. You soon came to regret the decision as you had only gained a few hours of sleep the night prior. You groaned as you watched the clock and prayed to whatever higher being that time would speed up in your favor and you could go home already.
9:37 PM
You were paying so much attention to the clock that you hadn't even realized that another customer had come in until they were at the counter. You looked up to see a tall male. Your heart skipped a beat at his appearance. You blinked a bit trying to collect your feelings.
Something about him was familiar. Maybe because you were sleep-deprived and running off B12 but you could have sworn you knew him. He wore a black hoodie. A familiar black hoodie. Okay, maybe you were stretching it. Brown hair poked out from under it. What stood out to you was the blue mask covered in some weird black...paint. No can't be, it looked too much like… goop? It was weird on its own but it sent shivers down your spine as it felt all too... familiar.
"Excuse me, I just need this" A slightly deep British voice called out startling you from your thoughts. The man put a pack of those stretchy bandages on the counter. Right, he was probably just another really weird customer that you probably won't see ever again! You're overthinking and complicating things [Name]. You thought to yourself. You let out a forced cough before nodding.
"Yeah um so sorry about that-" You said awkwardly before taking the bandages and scanning the barcode on the plastic covering them. You told him the cost and he gave you the money from a pretty worn-out wallet. You wished the man a good night and he just gave you a nod in return. You slowly lowered your hand from your wave and sighed.
When your shift ended you were quick to pack up and head home. The convenience store was a walking distance from your apartment, however, you wished you took your car. It was night and you already had some weird feeling you were always being watched but with recent numbers of people going missing or showing up dead in your city lately made you on edge more than usual.
Police keep playing it as just one mass serial killer but you had a theory. It had to be more than one person. The killing styles keep changing there's not a pattern it seems unpredictable. One that stood out to you were the killings that resulted in missing organs it was much different than the other murders.
You let that thought die down because if you were to try and explain that to anyone they probably would think you were insane more than you already come off as. As you tiredly searched your pockets for your keys you heard a meow. You looked down at your feet to be met with a brown striped kitten.
It meowed and tumbed its tail up and down. From what you recall thats what cats do when they are curious. You smiled and crouched down to the little feline. You stuck out you finger for it to sniff. It did and moved closer to you. You internally cried when you realized you can't afford to take care of a cat right now.
It bumped its head up against your palm and purred. A cute cat after just a long night is just what you needed. You heard a shuffle come from somewhere and you tensed up. Before you started to freak out and let your sleep deprived brain draw up crazy concussions you tried to think logically. It was probably another cat,or the raccons were back. You thought . Unfortunately the cat scrambled off at the sudden sound leaving you alone. You let out a sigh before standing up.
You couldn't help but feel like you were being watched as you successfully this time got out the keys from your pocket. It wasn't uncommon for you to be paranoid. You were all kinds of fucked up. This time it felt different. Like way different. You couldn't pin what it was. You felt let a pair of eyes were staring into the back of your head. Drilling into your skull. Again that wasn't too uncommon. They felt... familiar. Man what is up with you today? You shook your head and took a deep breath. You just hoped you weren't going crazy or something. You stuck the keys into your door you turned them with a click.
You practically kicked the door fully open. You used your foot to shut the door and you made sure to lock both the top and bottom lock to give your paranoid brain some sense of security. You took off your shoes and tossed your stuff on your couch. You needed sleep lots of it
and preferably something to get your mind off that guy from the convenience store.
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"Can you be any slower?"A high pitched voice sounded.
"Says you! I'm just trying not to fall okay!' another child's voice called back.
"whatever dork do you wanna see the the Pokemon cards my dad got me?" The brunette boy asked before jumping off the jungle gym.
"mmm only if you promise to trade with me"
"No! You probably have bad cards " The boy said crossing his arms.
"Nahuh!" The slightly younger child responded putting their hands on their hips
"Yahuh!"
"You suck Jack"
"You love me"
"I don't love boys and their greasy hair"
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What a strange dream.
MAKE A PART TWO FOR THAT GIRL IS POSION RIGHT NOW OTHERWISE ILL EAT YOU ALIVE BRUH
um... wow! okay! *i glance to the crowd in fear*
THAT GIRL IS POISON!!!
♬⋆.˚ | now playing: posion - Bell Biv DeVoe
✮⋆˙ | sypnosis: after fucking toby, you decide to find out what other creeps live in the mansion and this one unsettling dude with a bad temper made you decide you'll settle on him next.
✮⋆˙ | featuring: jeff the killer/jeffery woods,
✮⋆˙ | cw: smut content. succubus reader. reader has red skin, wings, a tail, horns and powers and wears a skirt. dom!reader and sub!jeff at the start but quickly turns into sub!reader and dom!jeff. somnophilia content. mentions of blood, scratching, spanking, breeding, aphrodisiacs aka drugging, loads of degrading and barely and praise (i mean c'mon it's fucking jeff), etc. reader gets called whore, slut, etc, reader has saliva that contains aphrodisiacs jeff has anger issues and is straight up an asshole also cusses like a sailor (again, it's jeff)!
✮⋆˙ | author's note: put my blood, sweat and tears into this shitty post. also the tip is deffo #f6abcd
word count: 2.2k part one? -> here ya go!
Jeff, hm? You're next victim. How pleasant.
Just like you did with Toby, you hung around. The usual stalking your victim bullshit. And fuck, Jeff was not a "pretty" sight. Well, to basic beauty standards anyway. To you? As much as you hate to admit it, he was attractive, but like, in a creepy way? He was more fucked up than Toby too - and also ridiculously pent-up. Oh and not to mention the notorious Glasgow smile. No one would be able to miss that. It clearly wasn't appropriately treated; dried up blood, nasty scars, teared up skin from where it was obviously been stretched out too far and ripped again, etc. Made you wonder if that ever gets sore? Stupid question, really. Probably hurts like a bitch.
He's a lot irritable than your usual prey and would be a lot harder to maintain if he ends up waking up. Let's hope he doesn't like just how Toby did. He'll such a pain in the ass to deal with, especially when you're just tryna have your fun and then dip. But hey, you're up for a challenge. When are you never? Now you're here. In his room while he sleeps just like all the other people you've fucked, watching as they sleep. Boy, oh boy, he's a loud snorer. Not to your surprise anyway, you've had worse, and, plus, you figured he would be. Loudmouth = Loud Snorer. You did not want to waste any time, so you went ahead. You walked over to the sleeping Jeff on the bed and sat next to him, your eyes tracing over the way he slept. He slept in a dishevelled manner, with drool from his mouth, probably from the help of the gash, hair scattered across his pillows, snoring loudly, like mentioned earlier. Bet his friends hated him at sleepovers.
Bored and letting curiosity get the better of you. You press your lips against his. Not the best, but not the worst. You've definitely had worse.
His lips were clearly lacking lip products. They were dry and cracked but over all, semi-arousing. You slip your tongue into his mouth, hoping the aphrodisiac and antidepressants lingering in your spit will keep him knocked out. You beg yourself it would. You wouldn't want to put up with him if he wakes up.
Your eyes open, and you gaze down at him. Taking notice of the bulge growing in his jeans. Oh, you just realised the fucker was wearing the clothes he killed people in? Is this idiot seriously that lazy? God. You roll your eyes and pull your lips away from his, licking the remaining spit from it. Your hand runs down his chest to his jeans which you push down to see his cock. Already hard, guessing from the aphrodisiac. He was a lot more longer than Toby, one of your biggest victims, out-scaling Toby by length; his cock was around eight and half inches... by inference, though, he doesn't out-scale Toby by girth. He's leaner.
You shake your head to rid of your thoughts. Today isn't about Toby. It's about this obnoxious bastard. Your hands wrap around his base, bringing your hand up and down. Once you hear that little whimper slip out of his mouth, that's when you pick up the speed. More and more beads pre-cum oozing from his fuchsia-tinted tip, trickling all over your hand. The uncircumcised skin from his cock hiding the tip of his cock then going back to showing it with each drift of your hand.
His aura was getting more recognisable - stronger. The scent invaded your nose, causing a sigh to leave your lips. Hey, maybe gaining energy from this brain-dead fuck would be a lot easier than you thought? You sped up the motion your hand was going at, wanting his orgasm, needing it. With each pump of his hand, his thighs twitched, or he would jolt slightly in his sleep. How cute. You knew he was close, but you didn't know he was that close. You grinned down as thick, white strips of cum fall from his cock all over your hand. You were about to pull away when you felt a cold hand wrap around your hand. Then a gravelly voice following along with it, "What the fuck?"
Well, shit?! He woke up even quicker than Toby did? Who the fuck are these guys? And honestly, how the fuck do they end up waking so goddamn fast.
You paused and look back up at his face with a coy smile, which he had nothing to offer for but a scowl. He spoke up again, "Who the fuck are you? No... what the fuck are you?" "A succubus?" "A succ-you... what, what?"
"A sex demon..."
Jeff looks you up and down before a cocky smirk forms on his lips, "You know if you wanted to fuck me so bad you could've jus' asked instead of breaking into my room in this shitty cosplay?"
Cocky fucking bastard.
You rolled your eyes at his words. How crude and that's a lot coming from a literal demon who fucks people in their sleep. "You gonna continue or what?"
"What?" You look at him, snapping out of your thoughts. "If ya' haven't noticed, I'm hard again." He releases your hand and goes for your hip instead, "So why don't you finish what you fucking started?"
You snicker. What an asshole, before you could even utter out an reply to insult his cockiness. He's already got you flipped over, so now you're laid flat on the bed with your behind high up in the air. You groan from the impact and are about to speak, but again, he rudely cuts you off by yanking on your tail, so your back is now arched.
Ow?! "Ay, here I thought this was just some stupid costume. Now that I'm touching this tail of yours... this shit feels prettyyyy real."
"Of course it's fucking real?! Why would I like to you, dickhead?!" You bark back at him, only to pathetically whimper when his hand comes in contact with your ass. Basically swallowing your own words. "Oh? you're one of them bitches? Ones that likes getting spanked. Fucking filthy." "Shut the fuck- eeep!"
Jeff yanks you by your hair, causing your head to snap back and look up into his eyes, which were filled with lust and a tint of anger? "Should fucking kill you. Ya know that? Interrupting my sleep just because you need dick, hm? Desperate bitch. You're so fucking lucky you're sexy, you know that?"
His nails were digging into your scalp, and the grip on your hair was loosening up anytime soon. You try to squirm away, only for him to suddenly let go, making you fall forward onto the bed. You couldn't even do anything before his hands were on your hips, making you arch your back. He pushes your skirt up to unveil what's under it. He chuckles once he sees your flimsy thong, drenched in your arousal. Some of it even going as far as to drip all over your thighs. "C'mon. Wet already? All from a couple of spanks and fucking insults? What a whore."
You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. You didn't even realise how wet you are, but now you can feel it. How sticky your thighs are. Jeff pulls your thong to the side. Your pretty red folds coming to show, glistening in the moonlight that was peeking from out the window. He pushes your folds apart, your twitching hole practically begging for him. He uses his other hand to use his thumb to sluggishly rub at your clit. His actions receive a wordless compliment when you let out a little trilling moan and the wetness that oozes out of your pink hole.
He forces the liquid back into your hole with his index finger, curling it enough so it pushes against your gummy walls. Another moan rolled out those pretty lips of yours, then another when he pushed his finger in and out of you, and then another when he added a second finger, scissoring your hole wider before fucking his fingers into it again. He keeps this up until he feels your pussy tighten up around his finger. He pulls out, causing a needy whine from you. Another boastful smile comes from him, "S'alright. I'll fill ya up in noooo time... with somethin' better. Promise." That's when you feel it, the blush tip from earlier spreading apart your inner walls, inching and inching deeper inside the wet channel. The bed creaks as he pushes deeper and deeper inside of you. You fall apart and bury your face into the pillow. He's big, too fucking big for your liking and he's going too fast for you to think. Each embarrassing squelch of your pussy as he forces his dick inside, "Shittttt. You're tight- fuck- really fucking tight..."
His hold on your hips is becoming deadly, bound to leave nasty bruises later. Your arms jitter helplessly to find another to grip on anything, literally anything! "C'mon... why is ya' pussy-ngh- fighting back so much?! You would think that the cunt would let me in from how wet she is?! Let me in, pretty, let me fucking in..."
Is he seriously talking to your pussy right now?!
He pushes your head down into the pillow and makes your back arch back some more, locking your legs in with his so he can get more leverage. His cock was splitting you open at this point. You couldn't even think straight!? He sneers when his cock was finally fucking into you a little faster, "There we goooo. Nasty girl, hm? Sucking me right innnn... fuuuuuck!"
The brand new fast pace wasn't fast enough for him, apparently. Not when he was a few inches away from his head hitting that perfect cervix of yours. A sudden slam on his hips, causing the breathe to knock right out of your lungs; a slutty, drawn-out moan leaves your lips. "God, what a pretty noise... need more of that shit. Scream for me, slut. Let everyone hear you- ah- in this shitty mansion."
The fucker doesn't even give you time to adjust before he's drumming his hips back and forth, bullying his cock in out of you with lewd squelches and his and your moans flowing in the room, like a corrupted melody. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Greedy fuckin pussy jus' taking me in... every- Slam! fucking-"Slam! time."
You felt so dizzy with pleasure. You didn't even notice the tears seeping out of your eyes and that were wetting your cheeks. You only noticed when he commented on them after hearing you sniffle, "Damn, bitch? Ya' fucking cryin'? Dick that- nghhhhh- good?"
The only thing you could reply with was another squeal as his hand, once again, spanks your ass. "Shit... dunno why your cryin'? You implied this. You wanted this. Nasty, filthy bitch needy for some dick that she had to get it from a guy who was sleeping."
You wail at his words. How crude!
His dick was pulsating, throbbing even inside of you. You feel every single vein probing against your walls. Each throb of his cock causing his tip to push against your g-spot, causing your hips to roll back against him. Fuck, you were close.
He runs his hand over your stomach all the way down to your viscous pussylips, spreading them apart so his middle finger can massage your clit. He coos in your ear, his voice laced with lust, "Gonna cum. Might jus' cum in this immoral pussy. Would ya' like that? Me cumming deeeeep in this pussy? Fill you up?"
You nod uncontrollably, and he leans back up to slam harder into you, if that was even possible! No, how is this possible?! What the fuck is his stamina? You thought only incubuses could keep this up, but clearly not?
Each pound of his hips causes your ass to jiggle from the impact. His nails were digging into the fatty flesh of your hips, the pain shooting straight down to your pussy. You couldn't make out what he was saying right now? Hell, you could barely see through your tears. "Shhhiiiit, baby, gonna ya' cervix a niiiicccce kiss with my tip. A nice, creamy kiss. And she is gonna drink it up, ain't she? Like the greedy cunt she is."
He was pounding into you a like mad man driven by lust. which he is but... whatever!
Pound after pound. Pound after so sickeningly good pound.
The vibrations thud down your humid walls and shoot hot pleasure right up your spine, before you feel the thick white goodness fill up your womb. The power you so desperately wanted from the start of this, shooting through body, causing the orgasm to follow with him, oscillating pussy sucking the cum out of his pink tip.
He pulls out your hole, watching the cum discharge out of pussy, "Yeeeah, fuck, slut. Pussy really is drinking my jizz up, hm? Thirsty thing, isn't she?"
You whimper, not really in your mind to speak right now, especially not after the harsh fucking you just received. "Well thanks for the fuck, sweet cheeks. But Ima heading to bed now. Get the fuck out." Wow.
cw: period fucking. blood. gore? jeff is a sadistic, weird, filthy boy. mentions of knife play in the end, but no knife is in action.
to say jeff likes fucking you on your period is an understatement.
it might be your least favourite time of your month, but it's definitely fucking his. his sadistic brain loves it. loves the way your pussy gushes out blood from your pussy and drips all over his cock. the way his bedsheets are coated with blood, same with your pussy and thighs.
it's so nasty, and he fucking loves it.
you're extra sensitive on your period too. makes fucking you ten times hotter when on your period. it also makes him ten times harder too, in both ways. his dick gets rock hard and so does his thrusts, folding you in half like a paper bag, fucking his big cock in and out of you until your physically trembling. until all you can think about is him and his ridiculously, thick cock.
it also makes him imagine you're one of his victims. he doesn't wanna hurt you. not unless you give him your permission to, of course.
of course this sick fuck imagines that it's his knife that's pushing in and out of your slick, blood-dripping cunt, makes the pleasure more desirable and makes his head go all fuzzy. he would love to see his knife inside of you. your face etched in pain, maybe even pleasure, as your pussy floods his knife with blood, but that would end up killing you, and he doesn't wanna kill his pretty girlfriend now, does he?
so fucking you on your period will suffice. maybe he'll bring his knife into action in the dear future...