wow finally me writing something coherent its long sorrryyy... if i msised anything tagging lmk
warnings: MINORS DNI!!!, bloodplay, knifeplay, very dubious consent nearing the end, technically sh?, dead dove do not eat, porn no real plot, wound fucking, desc of wound/gore/blood
''C'mon, I can take it..'' You coo, pressing the blade flat against your tummy and pressing down, soft skin denting in a little. It isn't enough to draw blood, but Jeff's eyes are fixated on it. He's probably not even aware of how hard he's started breathing, soft huffs turning into grunts and pants.
He's known there was a sadistic pleasure in it, using his knife on his victims. It's never been exclusively for the blood, but sometimes, rarely, he'd get a little hazy on a spree. Jeff's eyes would glass over, sitting above an unmoving corpse, and he'd get so excited he'd need a change of boxers when he came back.
''Are you kiddin'? You're a sadistic cunt. You're fuckin' with me.'' Jeff sputters, feeling a little lightheaded. Like he's been holding his breath in, for a while.
Your eyes widen with excitement - you can tell he's falling for it, despite his words. Lightly, you shake your head. Shuffling your hips a bit to further accommodate him between your legs, you start angling the knife, the sharp point pressing into your skin a little.
Your hands are shaky, trembling with some sort of adrenaline rush coursing through your veins as you press down a bit and slide the knife up.
It's not that deep, just a little more than a scratch, but small spots of blood press out from the cut. For a moment, you watch it, fascinated, but you're much more interested in the squirming man above you.
''Fuck, holy fuck.'' Jeff chokes out, one of his hands pressing against your waist and stretching the cut skin, inspecting it. A weak, nervous laugh escapes you, but there isn't any discomfort. A sweet, hot heat builds in your lower stomach, reminiscent of the sticky blood on your stomach. You press a little harder, trailing further upwards, and you can feel a pleasant warmth. The pain is dull, overridden by a desperate need to watch him lose control.
Jeff swallows thickly, his hands beginning to tremble as he reaches for his pants, undoing them. ''Fuck, fuuuuck..'' He whines, in a pitch you've never heard from him. He pulls out his cock, hard and heavy, leaking at the tip.
A little laugh escapes you as he shuffles forward between your legs. ''Can I — Please? Let me use it, yes, yes..'' He sputters, not waiting for any response from you as his hands grab around your hips, harshly tugging you further down onto the bed.
You weakly let go of the pocket knife, letting it rest on your upper chest. The pain starts flooding your senses a bit more - sharp, aching. The blood is leaking a bit because of your squirming, but the cut suddenly seems way deeper than how it initially felt. ''Jeff,'' You say breathlessly, watching one of his hands let go of your hip and press against your chest, over the cut.
It stings, a little weak noise escaping your mouth. You watch his fingers move, spreading the blood further out on your chest to see the actual wound better. When his hand is covered enough, he brings it to his cock, spreading it over the head and then the length of it. He's flush all the way to his face, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he strokes himself to the sight of you.
You feel a little bashful, shy with how he's looking at you. ''Think I might've gone a bit deep.'' You say lightly, joking. Jeff seems almost entranced, hypnotized as he shakes his head, leaning forward. ''No, mmnh.. No - no, it's just good enough,'' He smiles, eyes lidded.
You take in a deep breath, shuddering. You're scared. Not that anything would really happen to you, it must just be a normal reaction to accidentally bordering on stabbing yourself. Suddenly, Jeff's hand that isn't busy with himself presses against the wound, his thumb nudging the slit.
He watches with a sort of fascination as you yelp, your hand shooting out to grab his forearm, stopping him. ''What the fuck?'' You spit, brows furrowing.
''What? The fuck?'' Jeff torts back, panting heavily. ''You told me you could take it, y'cant.. mhh.. back out, now. Understand?'' His hand slides from your chest up to your neck, then your jaw. You can feel the discomfort of your sticky blood his hand leaves behind. His grip on your face turns harsh, tight, seemingly impossible for someone so dazed with lust.
''Just, let me have my funn..'' He shuffles a bit, hooking his legs over so he's straddling you, then positioning himself so his cock aligns along the bleeding slit on your stomach. A choked groan escapes you, and you shake your head feverishly, ''No, Jeff, what are you doing?''
''Just a little bit, just..'' His sentence is cut off by a little groan, and he leans down to kiss lightly against your cheek. He's keeping your face angled just right, just so you can't see what he's up to. Your body aches at the parts where he's pressing against you. Suddenly, you feel a sharp, stinging pain in your chest, right at the part where you'd cut a little deeper, is he -
He pants against your face, his breath warm and barely discernible as opposed to everything else you're feeling. ''Knew you'd feel, ahh.. so good,'' He says, a satisfied undertone in his voice. The head of his cock nudges into the wound, and your body stiffens, your breathing shallow. ''Jeff,'' You croak, desperately trying to wriggle yourself free, just a bit.
''Fuck, shut up. Stop, mmh.. Stop fuckin' talkin'. What, are you gonna stop me?'' He spits against your face, tightening his grip to watch your expression contort a bit more. ''Hurts.'' You tell him, as if he hasn't figured it out already.
His cock moves further through the wound, not into it, just along the length. Enough to coat his entire length in your sweet blood. ''Good,'' Jeff grunts back, looking down between the two of you to watch your skin move around his dick. ''Fuck..''
The pain is all you feel, a sort of dull ache, like a horrible headache but all over your body. You can feel your hands clawing lightly at his arm, but the fight is draining your body. His thrusts become more erratic and quick, occasionally tearing a little skin as he tries to fuck into it.
Your protests become a string of light, dizzy noises, and before you can actually tell him, your vision spots black, before you lose consciousness altogether.
short jeff the killer x gn!reader muehehe.. im finally getting motivated
pt2 here!!!1!!!
synop: jeff doesn't really care for much beside the good sex between you two, so.. it shouldn't really be a problem for you to do things he's only fantasized about, right? he won't get attachedd...
warnings: very suggestive, knifeplay, bloodplay mention, if pt2 probably sub!jeff
Jeffrey Woods, who most definitely went into what you two had with the end-goal as friends with reaaaal good benefits - nothing more than that. Who was he kidding? He was an absolute asshole, the best he could do was fuck you occasionally.
Jeffrey Woods, who is so pleasantly surprised when you agree to go a little further than just the normal stuff, y'know.. giving him hand-jobs and letting him go down on you was nice n' stuff, but you could tell it was something he could've done with his eyes closed.
Jeffrey Woods, who is so damn hard he's nauseous, watching you toy with one of the embellished pocket knives he'd nicked from some guy he'd killed. ''Please, Jeff? You always tell me how much you like it, watching the blood..'' You trail off, letting it lightly trail across your bare chest. Jeff's eyes are unfocused, and he's flitting his gaze between your soft, knowing smile and your bare skin. You're laid out on the bed beneath him perfectly, your hair messy from the way it'd been moving against the pillow. He looks disheveled from your little makeout session, his black hair tangling and sticking out in some places.
Jeffrey Woods, who then barks out an unexpected and loud laugh, hovering over you and letting his knee slide between yours. ''What, you'd do that? Give a killer his weapon of choice, to use on you?'' He says gruffly, that same dumb, sarcastic tone that he never lost. Something about his expression makes you feel like he thinks you're joking. You give a slow nod, carefully watching his expression. His lips twitch a little, and his eyes follow the blade down as you slide it to your lower abdomen.
hi everyone! this is a little intro for my writing blog, ill mostly be posting crp fics on here
my name is kaleb, im a 20yo transman and ive been in the crp fandom since a looooong time. i finally decided to just indulge in the obsession and make a writing tmblr for it hehe
most of my works will be leaning more towards dead dove dne and more extreme/grotesque sexual content, so please read the warnings before any of my posts (i am happy to write something exclusively fluff, etc upon request!)
most of my works will be x AFAB reader, but ill try to keep them as gn as possible
my hard limits on writing are sexual ageplay, scat, incest and anything involving animals & minors.
the creeps i write for (any excluding this list are either off limits, like sally or ben, or i dont know enough about them to write properly);
jeffrey woods (jeff the killer)
tobias erin rogers (ticci toby)
eyeless jack
laughing jack
brian thomas (hoodie)
tim wright (masky)
jane richardson (jane the killer)
nina hopkins (nina the killer)
pleaasseee send requests.... also first drabbles will be coming soon trust me xp
snowghoul
theartofmadeline
kianamaiart
blakekathryn
ellievsbear
germansingergirl
