You stopped running, you make sure you are far away from those two as you breath heavily for air, you did what he told you to and so you did. But right now, you don't know where you are. Oh wait. You do!
This is the spot where you woke up, and definitely the spot where you got chased by that red boy, you let out a sigh, already exhausted by running. Something caught your eyes, when you look up it was a black headphones with an R logo on it. Curious, you approached the object and picked it up in your tiny hands.
You wonder who is the owner of this headphone.
You decided to wear it, for now. You should find the owner to give it back, maybe you can find the other survivors in the process.
As you wander aimlessly in this place, you saw a generator but in your eyes it looked like an ice cooler box. You moved closer looking at it with curiosity wondering what to do. You noticed there's a colorful wires inside, what you did next was touching it. You expected it to cause a spark when touched but nothing happens, so you gently grab a wire knowing it's safe to touch. As you inspect it you noticed how there is two colors of each wires so you begin to connect the dots by connect the same colors of the wires.
You started off slow, small hands carefully arranged the wires, connecting each of them as you were getting the hang of it. You felt so proud doing this. As you were about to finish the last wire, you were suddenly hoisted up in the air and a pair of hands grabbed you before you fall down as you let out an "oof—!" noise.
"Oh why hello there! GUYS LOOK! I FOUND THEM!"
"Hah?—" you let out a noise of confusion and at the same time startled when the stranger suddenly picked you up like you were some kind of kitten picked up on the street.
You looked at him in the eye, your eyes wide with surprised and maybe a little bit of fear.
"Found the kid that boss told us about!"
"Who—?"
Soon, you were surrounded by four man and all of them looked at you as they began to talk about you. "Can– uh.. can you put me down?" You muttered nervously as one of the henchman reached to your face and pinched your cheek.
"Ow–!" You slapped his hand away. "Can you put me down please? It's uncomfortable..." You wiggled in his grasp.
"Hey isn't that boss' hat?"
"Why do they look like someone?"
"Wait, something is missing!"
Are you serious? All of them didn't listen. And before you know it, a shade was placed in your face.
"Now they look like Chance!"
"Ayyy a mini chance!"
"Uh guys..."
"What?"
"They're crying..."
"Oh shi—" a hand slapped his mouth shut.
"sniff sniff— WAA–- AAAAH!!" You cried as you flailed your arms, wiggling in his grasp. This time, the man who is holding you, finally placed you down.
"oh shoot!— we're sorry!"
When you began to cry, the four of them tried to make you stop crying but to no avail. "What do we do??? Boss is going to kill us!"
"I dunno know! You started it!"
"What do you mean I started it!?"
"Guys– you're not helping. The kid is crying—"
"Shut up dude! You're not helping either!"
SLAP!
"WAAH— Eheha! AAAH!"
"Did they just—"
"I've got an idea" a smile creeped up on his face as he looked at his fellow buddy. "No please don't. I know what you're going to d—"
SLAP!
Your cries slowly turning into giggles. "Dude, do it again it's working!" "Ow! No please no!"
SLAP!
"OW! STOP THAT!"
"Sorry bro but I can't, gotta make them stop crying. Don't want our boss to see them like this" Then the three man began to torture the poor guy for the sake of you to stop crying. "Stop hitting yourself man" he laughed as he grabbed his hand to forcefully hit his own face "ACK— STOP!"
In the distance, 007n7 saw it all. Even Two Time. "Um.. should we help them? The child is in danger–"
"No no, let them be. It doesn't seem like they are trying to hurt the young one. The spawn is with them after all."
"..yeah... righttt...." 007n7 says sightly sarcastically as he looked back to where you are in worry. Who wouldn't be worried when he saw you crying? Especially a child. The parental instincts inside him kicked in.
Two Time stopped him, noticing how the father begins to take step forward. "Don't, the spawn told me it's very risky. There are four of them, and it's just the two of us." Well his not wrong. Both of them doesn't have the ability to stun, the only survivor that have that abilities are Shedletsky, Guest, Taph, and Chance.
"For now, let's back away. We don't want them to know we are here, otherwise you want to be killed next."
First attempt at book binding my own fic, Solar Lunacy; ARC 1, Chapters 1-13. Aprox 185,343 wordcount, newer chapters not included.
I messed up and made the font size and margins smaller than the average book, so doing the actaul book will be thicker, but I had to squish the current signature sizes into this hardcover I yanked and upcycled from the thrift store. I used fabrics that I had lying around from making my Sun & Moon cosplays.
It's not perfect but it's good for a test bind! Now to actually fix the text block and make a decent hardcover. Eventually.
it was kind of sudden and also unexpected how you showed up in his life, blessing him a little with your sunny smile and offering him help to make new friends !
featuring. apart !
content. 0.8k wc , oneshot , fluff , slight crack , sunshine!reader , apart is extremely ooc here , safe for minors, kind of spoiler free , crappy writing , this was a request.
author’s note. oh GOD this was my first apart request ever !! and probably last because my boy is underrated as hell omg I love writing underrated characters despite not getting their characterisation right <3
LIFE can be boring sometimes, especially if you have nothing on mind that you want to do — wandering mindlessly around with no goal in your head and finding nothing special to do.
But it can't be that bad, right? If you are a serial killer, searched by a whole country. You're walking freely with no shackles or cuffs, you are able to breathe fresh air and see the sky.
Instead of rotting in a cell, deep in the underground and almost suffocating. Yes. It's not that bad to wander around with no goal. At the end you're still free, in a town where no one recognises you.
Seems like the news didn't reach this little town yet.
The orange-haired guy stuffed his hands into the pockets and got out some strings to play with, not noticing how an important gift from the Sakamoto family slid out of his pocket.
"Hey..!" a feminine voice called.
Apart froze mid track, legs not moving an inch anymore as if he was caught by surprise. Did they catch him already? This was kind of quick. Well not that quick, this town did take a while.
"You dropped this— Oh wow!" the woman gasped in surprise as soon as he jumped back in distance.
"Who are you!?" he got into stance, fingers tangled with his strings.
Until his gaze landed on the little gift he got from Sakamoto, it was a souvenir from the tokyo tower. "Where did you—!?" he immediately panicked and rummaged through his pockets.
"Pfft..! You dropped this just now!" a laughter escaped her lips.
It sounded rather soft and sweet, non-threatening and filled with homely energy. The aura that surrounded her felt comforting as if she casted a magic spell in some kind.
"I uh..." he trailed off and blinked slowly, cheeks reddening.
"Here." she stepped forward to him and decided to take his hand, placing the souvenir into his hand.
"Thank you." he muttered.
"No problem! And by the way, you seem a little stiff." she noted with no shame or whatsoever, a bright grin adorning her lips, "you should relax a little! Are you stressed or anything?"
"No, I'm not." he was quick to deny. Yet he is stressed because of her.
"Really?" she tilted her head slightly to catch a glimpse of his face, hidden by his bangs.
His eyes wandered up and down — and he could tell with just one glance.
That she was definitely a messy person, a bit unorganised. The trait matched her sunny appearance and personality, easy to approach and feel comfortable. And Apart hates it when people are unorganised.
"Well..." she hummed under her breath, "walking around the park usually helps me! I get to breathe in air and all. Maybe it will help you too. You can try it out."
"Your..." his green eyes fell on her disheveled clothes, eye twitching slightly.
"My?" she repeated and followed his gaze, "oh woops!"
The woman chuckled sheepishly and was quick to adjust her shirt after his indirect mention. "Sorry! This happens to me often." she apologised and laughed it off, no embarrassment lingering.
"It's fine, I don't mind much." oh how much he does mind.
"Keep me company!" she suggested. Oh god wait — this wasn't a suggestion. "We can walk a few rounds around the park!"
"Sure."
Actually, he isn't too sure why he agreed so fast. That woman was far too sunshine and also messy, in a way that it does disturb him. Yet he couldn't help but open his lips as soon as she asked.
Perhaps he was too desperate for a new friend?
"Uh... Wanna be friends?" he questioned awkwardly.
Do people ask to be friends? Or does it come naturally? Why the heck is he so nervous?
"Sure! I'm [lastname] [name]." you introduced yourself while walking side to side.
"I'm Apart." he followed in suite.
To be honest he isn't sure how he should feel. He is a teeny tiny bit flustered and also nervous! A tingle just tickled his stomach.
"Yay, a new friend!"
"Do you have a lot of friends?"
"A lot of friends?" you repeated and blinked, "you could say so. I think making friends is fun. But it also isn't an easy word to throw around. I would rather say we're acquainted until I felt a special connection."
Special connection huh?
"I want that too..." he murmured under his breath.
"Friends or a special connection?" you grinned.
"Both."
"It's easy! You gotta go with the flow and then you'll be able to connect with others." you explained, "I can help you find new friends. And also, that's how you form a bond. Like right now, we're bonding!"
"We're bonding?" his cheeks heated up in awe. "I like that."
"Me too. Let's exchange numbers."
"I don't have a phone."
"What!? You don't have a phone? Oh man, this sucks."
if youi could...... telamon x reader artrwork........ maybe add a little tinge of freaky in that... lace that shit with freak sponge me boy!
TELAMON (SHEDLETSKY) x Y/N (FREAKY🔥)
𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮👅…
AAnywaysss I should definitely stop gate keeping some art away from you guys, the amount of art I’ve got that I don’t post is INSANE maybe I should stop gate keeping things 😼
Since I literally FEED from peoples comments on my artwork , which literally is my motivation to keep going (please leave a comment on my art don’t be shy I don’t bite heh😌😼, it makes my day all the better and gives me motivation to keep drawing 😋✨)
SO I HAD THIS OLD DOODLE PLANNED BUT I DIDNT FEEL LIKE POSTING IT MUAAHAHAHA😈🔥
Summary: Your demon boyfriend is struggling with a wave of insomnia. You’re willing to do whatever you can to help him relax.
Characters: Eyeless Jack x Female Reader
SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI
TW: Cunnilingus, vaginal, handjob, vaginal fingering, size differences, creampie, belly bulge, oral, teasing, somnophilia, Jack is a smug bastard
Words: 4.2k
A/N: Happy belated Valentine’s Day! I hope you all are well despite my absence interacting with everyone! I hope to get back in the swing of things shortly!!
Eyeless Jack is a daunting presence no matter the circumstance.
Whether the gray-skinned demon is lurking in damp woods with the intent of hunting his prey or brooding his irritation down in the mansion's cellar, anyone with the misfortune of meeting his nonexistent gaze knows it’s something you cannot ignore.
But you’re not afraid, especially not when his arm is wrapped dutifully under your waist and rubbing absent circles onto your hip bone. And that is also how you know he is lying wide awake beside you, despite his forced rhythmic breathing.
Rolling over, it’s an even more telltale sign of his restlessness when you find the crease of his brows knotted in silent frustration. You huff a silent breath, his grasp on your waist following as you roll to his side, lying your cheek on his broad shoulder splayed on his pillow. You catch his brow twitching at the touch of your hand on his bare chest.
“Can’t sleep?”
He huffs a breath of air, sighing with defeat as he peels his eyelids open to reveal the caverns of eyesockets that house no iris. His face is answer enough. You know that he’s looking at you, though. The chill that runs across your goosebumped skin is more than enough indication.
“No,” his voice is rough, laced with all the tiredness from the day prior but not matching the lack of exhaustion in his features. He rummages his tongue behind his lips as if to say something further, but decides closing his eyes again would be a better option.
“You want to talk about it?”
You shimmy further into his side, pressing a leg up to curl around his hips, where he grips his clawed hand under the pocket of your knee to hoist it higher. The tips of your toes barely reach the tops of his knees, his size practically swallowing you even beside him. He peels his eyelids open again.
“Also, no.” Reaching behind his pillow, he props his head up with his forearm. A telltale that he intends to stare at the ceiling for the rest of the night. You follow suit, pressing your elbow to the pillow under yourself and resting the weight of your head on your palm. He looks only slightly irritated when you begin to trace the hard lines of his face with your fingertip.
“Just because I cannot sleep doesn't mean you shouldn’t either, my dove,” he hums, capturing your roaming hand with his free one and plating a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist. You tuck your face into the crook of his neck, the demon plating a gentle kiss onto the top of your head. He lets his eyelids blink shut in false hope.
Jack had been like this for days now. Unable to get a full night’s rest from the overwhelming tasks of the day prior. Slender was sending the proxies out at an obnoxious rate, rallying all the manpower he could over a dispute with another mansion. It was exhausting and incredibly bloody, which meant Jack rarely saw daylight with how many hours he spent stitching up or cauterizing bullet and knife wounds down in the recesses of the basement. His fingers were still practically pinched to hold a needle even as he lay here beside you.
As a member of Slender’s band yourself, you can’t fault any of them for fulfilling orders, but you find yourself silently seething when it comes at the expense of Jack’s sanity.
“I don’t mind,” you breathe, letting your now-free fingers trace across his bare chest, tracing the lighter scarring and divots from past encounters lazily. “I could help you out, anyway.”
Jack hugs you closer but doesn’t respond to your offer, so you carry on.
“I could... give you a massage?” You offer sleepily, pressing an affectionate kiss to his cheek.
He doesn’t bother to respond beyond a quiet, breathy chuckle.
Your hand meanders over his toned abdomen in comforting, absentminded patterns. Roaming over old scar tissue and through unkept trails of body hair, “D’you want something to eat?” you ask against the skin of his jaw, “I saved some meat from your last hunt.”
“Thank you, pet, but I’ll be alright.”
“Mm,” your low-hummed response vibrates against his side, and your pinkie finger slips just beneath the band of his boxers, grazing across from one large hipbone to the other. Your lips brush the shell of his pointed ear. “D’you want me to suck your cock?”
Jack’s breath hitches, then shudders. His eyelids slowly peel open.
He’s met with a mischievous grin on your face.
“You don’t need to–”
“I want to,” you coo against his jaw as you trail slow, methodical kisses across his chilled skin. He leans into the sensation, craning his neck to give you better access to the point where his veins run up his throat. He releases a low rumble of approval, and you meet his half-lidded absent gaze, sharp with both mirth and lust, even through the crowding fog of exhaustion. You don’t need the pleasure of pupils to see that he’s gazing at you with silent want.
It’s not without planting a kiss every couple of inches down that you shimmy your way further down his body. Coming to rest between his legs, it pleases you when you press your mouth against his clothed crotch to find him already half-hard.
You hook your fingers over the band of Jack’s boxers, his hips lifting in silent invitation as you ease them down. The cool bedroom air brushes against your skin, ruffling your hair as Jack flicks the duvet aside with a lazy throw. His eyes—dark, absent voids in the low light—watch you with heavy-lidded interest, his lips curling at the edges in a lazy smirk. A fang just barely peeks from the gap in his lips, and you can’t help but feel the flutter in your stomach.
He props himself up on one elbow, but you press a firm hand against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of something not quite human beneath your palm.
“Nuh-uh,” you murmur, a stern edge to your voice. “Lie back. Let me take care of you.”
Jack exhales a slow, unamused breath but obeys, sinking back into the pillows with an air of indulgence. Shadows coil at the edges of the room, stretching and shifting with the thick moonlight between the curtains, but your attention is solely on him.
You catch the spit from your lips between your fingertips and watch with keen amusement as Jack’s gut flexes at the slick contact. You roll your wrist on the tip of his head. Once. Twice.
You waste no time with teasing tonight.
Instead, you offer yourself completely, the warmth of your mouth and the slow, deliberate glide of your hands working in unison to unravel him. Spit collects, your fist quick to catch anything that dribbles from your lips to stroke back upwards. The occasional flex of his claws against the sheets betrays his restraint, but he lets you set the pace—lazy, deep, unhurried.
Jack is large, obnoxiously so, but you let your throat relax. Unhurried with the usual cascade of noises that come with using your mouth, you let the low moans and quiet slick of your spit mix pleasantly with the lullaby of noises from further up the bed.
The grizzled grunts and lupine growls that usually accompany sex with Jack reshaped instead to soft gasps and lilting whimpers.
It’s a very nice alternative.
His breath hitches when you pause, just briefly, to swirl your tongue in a way you know drives him wild. His muscles tense, then loosen, and one clawed hand twitches toward you before falling away, opting instead to rest against his own ribs, rising and falling with measured breaths.
You don’t let that action go unnoticed.
Sliding your free hand up the rippled muscle of his thigh, you reach for his wrist. You guide him, slotting his clawed fingers in between the strands of your hair. The warmth of his palm is a comfort against your head, a silent guide.
The room is hushed, wrapped in the intimate lull of slow-building pleasure. Jack’s chest rises and falls beneath your touch, his sharp features softened in the low light, his body melting into the warmth of your devotion. His fingers flex in your hair, claws barely grazing your skin, his hips shifting in time with your movements.
Everything is slow, indulgent, and a pleasure drawn out to its fullest. And from the way Jack’s lips part on a breathy exhale, his sharp, inhuman gaze growing hazy with bliss—you know he won’t make it much longer.
You intend to finish him off slowly. An outstretched ripple of pleasure that’s sure to have him passed out the moment he finishes. You press your tongue along the vein that runs up his length, tracing a familiar line. It doesn’t seem to have the desired effect.
Jack’s lulled state is slowly dissipating, his legs shifting outwards as the claw against your head moves downwards underneath your jaw. His hand more than covers the circumference of your throat, and slowly pulls you up and off of his length.
“Jack?”
But then he’s sitting up, and his claws wrapping around your middle, dragging you up from between his legs.
“I hope you didn’t intend on my cumming in your mouth,” he rumbles as you straddle onto his ribs, hands braced on his chest.
The lazy look in his eyes is still evident, heavy eyelids adding to the frazzled look of his blissed face. You smirk, bracing your forearms on his chest to get closer to his face. “What? Couldn’t stand the thought of not bruising my insides for once?”
“But that’s my favorite part, dove…” he smirks that evil, sultry look that makes your chest swirl with want. You don’t let him by without an eye roll, though. You school the pounding in your chest—no doubt thudding loud and clear in the demon’s ears—and press up off of his chest.
It’s quick movements that have Jack’s claw reaching behind your back and between your legs, the fastest he’s moved all night to tug your panties to the side. There’s already a generous amount of slickness between your legs, the insistent thrumming of pleasure that spikes up your gut when the pads of his fingers press wholly against your clit.
You lean into your chest, fingers clinging to his shoulders as your nose finds the crook of his neck. Hungry, self-serving kisses follow, your quiet moans vibrating off his gray skin as masterful fingers rub you into a state of ease. He’s just as unhurried as you were between his legs, but you can’t tell if that’s a blessing or a curse with the way your nails catch on the muscles of his shoulders.
“This-hng was supposed to help you sleep—not get you riled up,” you gasp between kisses, feeling the weight of Jack’s forearm as he bypasses your leg with his opposite hand to begin stroking himself below you.
A mirth-filled chuckle hums in his chest as his fingers collect slick, aiding his practiced rotation on your clit.
“Trust me, pet. This’ll have you sleeping ‘till tomorrow night.”
You let out an exasperated whine.
Jack retracts his hand when he’s satisfied, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before setting you back up.
His legs are bent now, giving you a rest for your back as you shift to straddle his hips, hovering above the twitching length that lays heavy on his abdomen. He’s still slick from your spit, gleaming in the low light as you steady yourself.
Jack retracts his grip on your hips, crossing his arms and tucking them under his head to get a nice prop for viewing. You cut daggers at him.
“Oh, now you wish to rest.”
He smiles that sharp, toothy grin that makes butterfly wings run rampant in the pit of your gut, swirling heavily with the pleasure that’s coaxing your movements downwards.
Panties tugged to the side, you set yourself on the length of his cock, pressing your core against the veins that run up him. Jack groans, soft hums of approval as you roll your hips down, grinding against the feel of him. Your wetness makes it easy to move, hands planted onto the center of his sternum that gives you enough leverage to roll your clit from base to tip of him.
“There you go…” he breathes, sighing as his eyelids blink slowly, like they’re struggling to open back up again. He won’t last another couple of minutes, you know it.
Pressing your knees down into the sheets, you reach beneath yourself, wrapping a fist around the base of his cock. It’s like second nature the way his tip immediately slots through your folds and presses against your entrance. Jack’s breath stills, anticipation heavy in the air as he shifts his legs closer.
You press your back against the top of his thighs.
Any and all tenseness is wiped clean away as you begin to push him inside. Your mouth falls open in a silent whine at the slow, perfect stretch, and you battle the flutter of your lashes to watch the hypnotic fog of pleasure that rolls across Jack’s face.
You arch your back further, hands planting atop each of his kneecaps as you slowly rock yourself downwards. His tip bulbs in. Out. In again. And then you press it past the tight ring of muscle.
The stretch is always hypnotic. Like a strain on your brain that pushes itself through, completely swarming your senses and encapsulating your every thought. If you weren’t so practiced, the pressure alone could send you into a brain-dead state.
You slip further and further down, his girth growing along the way. A quick glance up shows the disheveled state of the demon’s hair, strands falling into his face and offering a cover to the darkened state of his cheekbones.
He looks deliciously wrecked.
Hollow eyes squeeze briefly shut with a short, rough moan that harmonizes with your high, breathy one when he hits something deep that makes you tremble and clench. Before you’ve realized it, you’ve nearly taken all of him, and you can feel it.
“You’re too-hah big for your own good…” you huff through slow breaths.
“You love it,” he growls, the vibration rumbling all the way from his throat to where you’re connected.
You roll your pelvis and are rewarded with a heavy groan and twisted brow, the sight and sound so intoxicating that you rock again, and again. The angle of him inside you is so mind-numbingly exquisite that you find it hard to focus.
You brace your hands on his chest and straighten, relishing the way he looks underneath you—so tired, yet so eager for more.
Your thighs shake, a satisfying muscular burn from the slow, sensual ride. Raising yourself up, circling your hips to nudge the head of his cock in a tunneling spiral inside your heat as you sink back down again, the teasing movement dragging a deep, strained curse from Jack’s lips.
His hands leave their position behind his head, trailing down the sheets to the top of your kneecaps.
They slowly slide up, claws dragging pink irritated lines across the topside of your thighs until they snag on the crease of your hips. He holds your waist in that way that makes you feel so deliciously small, fingertips nearly touching around you.
“My dove…”
The rumble in his voice shoots straight through you, his breath stuttering as you clench around him.
You start to offer a slow, sensual ride that has every press of your hips tugging moans from the two of you. Jack’s hold is keeping you steady, the pace more focused on getting him as deep as you can rather than fast.
“Fuck—”
The breathy curse slips, clearly accidental, from above you, and your gaze flicks upwards.
Jack stares up at the ceiling, unblinking with strangled focus.
You know what he’s doing.
“Quit- hah- quit holding back,” you grit, wrapping your hands around his forearms in return for the shallow bounces up and down his length. The swell of his cock knocks against your g-spot from this angle, forcing breathy, sharp whines every time you move.
“Mmn,” he grumbles, gaze flickering down towards you, before back up to the ceiling. “Don’t want-hn to so soon.”
For someone with no eyes, Jack’s biggest turn-on is seeing you. The curve of your body. The bounce of your tits. The sweat that glistens off your skin in the moonlight.
He thinks by staring at something besides you he can prevent the inevitable. But your intention for tonight is to get him tired enough to go to sleep, not to see how long he can last without filling you past the point of comfort.
You pull out the best trick you’ve got.
Ditching his arms, you lay back again, shoulder blades pressing atop his kneecaps.
From there, you arch.
You hold all the grace of a bow bending from the stretch of a string, and Jack is your archer.
“Jack—” you cry, sharp breaths following as you bounce yourself up and down.
The demon flashes his gaze down, and his body snaps with so much electricity you can practically feel the thrum of pleasure that ricochets through him. His hold tightens, and his shoulders bow off his pillow.
The bulge of his cock is clearly visible from your abdomen, skin stretching to accommodate the swell of his tip against your insides. It’s a mouthwatering sight, one even Jack can’t resist, as he watches the bump flatten only to reappear with each movement of your hips.
“God,” he groans, a strangled grumble of your name following as he takes hold, setting his own deep pace.
You let your body go lax, throwing your head back as Jack fucks up into you with all the grace he can muster. His cock knocks against your sweet spots, stretching and filling you so full you.
He lifts your waist, your kneecaps leaving the mattress as Jack takes the initiative. Planting his feet, he snaps his hips up desperately, chasing the feel of his cock bulging in your stomach under the press of his clawed fingertips that brush over the skin.
His hands are at your waist, scorching, lifting, and pulling your hips into each sunken thrust. Grinding your aching bud against his pelvis—
“I- I’m- fuck. Gonna,” you pant out, hissing through your bared teeth as you teeter over that lovely precipice. “Jack—”
Your nails dig into his forearms.
It’s the ragged, lust-drunk groan of your name that breaks you. Jack’s mouth falls open around a strangled cry—a silent thing that lodges in his throat, with only the end crackling free over his tongue.
You both snap at the same moment.
It’s the quivering heat of you coming undone around him, because within moments Jack follows you straight over the precipice. Claws snagging you impossibly downwards as his face twists into the most gorgeous expression of pleasure you’ve ever seen.
Completely, beautifully wrecked.
A broken moan pours from scarred lips with yours as he spills himself deep inside you. Throbbing hips grind together as you both tumble through the unceasing riptide of your shared orgasm.
His hold on you falters, and you collapse down onto his chest, sweat-glistened skin pressed against yours. Both of your lungs heave like bellows, and his claws find their way atop your back, holding you close to him.
After what feels like an eternity, and yet still far too soon, the joint orgasmic rush begins to wane. Gradually lowering you back to reality, until you find yourselves quietly cradled together.
It’s not without a whimper of soreness that you shift upwards, shifting your hips until the swelled length inside of you slips out with a satisfying pop. The warmth of his cum seeps from between your legs, spilling onto the demon’s lower abdomen—there’s always so much.
You barely make it an inch before you’re collapsing back onto his chest.
“You okay, handsome?” You ask gently, voice hushed.
He hums, groggy and laced with overbearing exhaustion.
“Sore?” He asks you quietly.
You shake your head.
“Tired?” You smile.
A tiny huff and a gleam of his fangs, followed by a conceding tilt of his head. You chuckle, nuzzling into the swell of his chest. Sleepiness creeps at the corner of your vision, exhaustion tugging you into the faux warmth underneath you.
Until you feel the slick between your legs start to dribble down your legs.
You raise your head, lips parted to excuse yourself to the bathroom, but immediately still yourself. You find that he’s fallen fast asleep. His heavy frame relaxed fully into the mattress, and his features smoothed and peaceful. You smile to yourself, before letting your head drop back to his chest, finding comfort in the relaxed rhythm of sleep-driven breathing beneath you.
Oh well.
You’ll deal with it in the morning.
-
You wake with Jack’s fingers between your legs.
It’s not a rude awakening, but a surprising one. You rise slowly, exhaustion still heavy in your features as you breathe deep, taking in the feel of a heavy body pressed against your back. You just have shifted off of Jack’s chest in your sleep.
Jack’s claw has slipped underneath your panties—still damp from the night before—circling and skimming over your core, and his other claw up under your top rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The demon knows you're awake not only by the accelerated thrum of your heartbeat in his ears, but by the soft mewls that begin to stir from your lips.
“Good morning, dove,” he grumbles against your shoulder.
“Mm, it’s good so far…”
Jack trails slow, deliberate kisses along your neck and jaw, his lips warm against your skin as his claws, carefully restrained, glide between your thighs. His fingers move with reverence, sweeping through your slick folds, stroking over your clit, circling your entrance—not in a teasing way, but indulgently, like he has all the time in the world to worship you.
And you let him. Melting back against the sheets, your quiet hums of pleasure fill the stillness of the room.
Before long, Jack shifts lower, moving with unhurried ease as he slides your panties over your hips and tosses them aside. His clawed fingers skim along your legs, a fleeting contrast of sharpness and care, before he settles between them. His gaze flickers up to meet yours—heavy-lidded, dark, burning with something that makes your stomach tighten.
He deems to only use one tongue today, mercifully.
He parts you with that same slow reverence, his mouth finding you with unrelenting patience. His tongues, lips, and fingertips work in perfect harmony, a steady, languid rhythm meant to keep you on the edge, drawing pleasure out in slow, rolling waves. He’s in no rush. His only goal is to unravel you completely, to watch you lose yourself in the pleasure he gives.
His eyes flutter shut as he works, lost in it, his breath warm against your skin. His grip tightens—just slightly—when you shudder beneath him, muscles tensing, hips shifting to chase his touch. Still, he keeps the pace unhurried, each stroke, each flick of his tongue, a deliberate act of devotion.
When release finally washes over you, it isn’t a sharp, fiery explosion but a deep, all-consuming exhale, as if you’ve surfaced from deep water after being held under for too long. It leaves you trembling, shivering beneath him, your breath coming in soft, uneven sighs.
Jack lingers, savoring the last of your pleasure before finally rising to rejoin you. He braces his forearms on either side of your shoulders, settling between your thighs, the solid heat of his stomach pressing against yours. The weight of him grounds you, but he’s sure to not let himself fully lay atop you. His breath fans warm over your cheek, lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk—rather satisfied with himself.
“What in the world was that for?”
“You know exactly what you did.”
You chuckle quietly, rubbing your hands across his muscled biceps. Jack leans forward, wrapping his lips with yours, the sweet taste of your release still on his tongue.
The fresh, relaxing air of the morning is quickly shattered as a hurried knock splinters on the other side of Jack’s bedroom door.
“Hey! Uh-Uhm, Jack!” Toby’s hurried voice reverbs on the other side, the boy sounding just slightly panicked, “Jeff’s kinda been shot—again.”
It’s not without a groaned sigh that Jack lets his head fall onto your shoulder, taking a deep breath as Toby’s footsteps retreat back down the mansion’s hallway.
“Maybe this time I should just let him bleed out,” he groans, raising up and off of you. You’re quick to sit up, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as the demon sits off the edge of the bed.
A quick kiss to his temple, then your lips press against the shell of his ear, “If you hurry, then maybe I’ll hold off on taking a shower until you get back up here for round two.”
Never have you ever seen the demon get dressed and down to the basement that fast.
Genre: Angst kinda (I promise this is gonna be the last angsty fic for a while-)
Associated song: Teeth - 5SOS
!Tw! Swearing, gore, yandere themes, almost puking, and mentions of murder.
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"Blood on my shirt, rose in my hands, you're looking at me like you don't know who I am. Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand, still beating."
Eyeless Jack has, for lack of a better term, an infatuation with you. Ever since he met you, he couldn't get you off his mind, you're the eternal flame he's been looking for to light up his life. He would do anything for you, and when I say anything, I mean anything. This mans would sacrifice himself for you, and pray for any poor soul that tries to flirt with you around Jack. Ej will absolutely smite them, not around you of course. He wants you to see the clam, collected, stoic side of him, not the monster side. He will never forgive himself if you saw him like that.
You met Jack about six months ago at a house party, you were supposed to be his target along with a few others. But, the way you fought against him, he knew you weren't going down without a fight. Jack was captivated by how you fight, you managed to stab him in the ribs with a piece of glass from a broken beer bottle. He had to give himself stitches when he returned to the mansion that night. You're a real life final girl, you somehow managed to defy death and instead get brought back to a creepy mansion in the woods full of serial killers. It's not the best outcome, but hey! At least you're not dead!
Now you're training to become a pasta, and you're still Ej's roomie. You enjoy sharing a room with Ej, he keeps his room pristine and orderly, unlike some other pastas *cough cough* Jeff *cough cough*. You'd think Jack's room would smell like rot and death, but he is actually provided a lab to work in. Now that, that room smells like death. No matter how many candles you light, no matter how much Fabreeze you spray, that room will always smell like rot. It's a good thing that everyone has gone nose-blind to the smell though. Anyway, being roommates with a cannibal has it's perks, such as Jack keeping a mini fridge in his room for his "food". He lets you keep food in it too, because he knows how much you hate it when someone eats your leftovers. Jack is also a very comforting person, he's helped you out with your nightmares before. His presence is also just comforting in general.
Anyway, enough of me simping for Jack, we have to get on with the story at hand. You just got out of your morning shower. You've already brushed your teeth, dried and styled your hair, and put on deodorant. You step out of the misty bathroom and pad into Jacks room. Your e/c eyes catch a small, yellow square off paper stuck onto the top of Jack's desk. You peel the Paper off of the polished wooden surface and read the note. 'Dear Y/n, I have to go on a quick mission, I don't know when I'll be back, but I already made coffee for you, Enjoy! - Ej.' You smile, blood rushing to your cheeks. You realize you're blushing and rub at you're cheeks, you shouldn't be feeling like this about your cannibalistic demon roommate. Part of you says no, but the other screams yes. You're torn.
You decide to push your thoughts out and drink your coffee. You take a mug off of the handle screwed into the wall. Yes, Jack has not only a coffee machine in his room, but also mugs. Anyway, you take the pot and pour the steaming, bitter liquid into your mug. You like your coffee how Jack likes his, black and very bitter. The only difference between your coffee and his, is that Jack puts certain types of blood in his coffee. Certain types of blood have certain effects on him, which is cool, but also terrifying. Taking a sip of your coffee, you shudder at the taste.
"Oh yeah, that's good shit," you mutter to yourself. You happily plop yourself on your bed and take another long sip of your bitter beverage. Since you and Jack share a room, you both decided to split the room down the middle. For example, Jack's side of the room is painted royal blue, he has a bunch of shelves for his medical equipment and a filing cabinet full of every resident's medical records. He also has a desktop and a coffee machine next to it, on the desk a bunch of unwashed, empty coffee cups and paperwork.
Your side however, is almost completely different. Your walls are painted a dark f/c and have posters everywhere of your favorite bands and singers. You also have a shelf that holds cute figurines and a place to charge your phone and laptop. You have put up LED lights around the shelf and fairy lights around the top. You also have hooks on the wall next to your bed holding your hoodies and other things. It's funny, because when a creep walks into your/Jack's room, they see one side that's organized and professional looking, Then, they see your side. You know you're messy and quiet proud of it. Anyways, you open your laptop and scroll through Youtube, trying to find something to watch. You found something, but your stomach growled. You realize you haven't ate anything yet, reluctantly you stand up and amble out to the kitchen.
Once you make it into the kitchen, you open the fridge to try and find something to eat. You rummage around and find f/s (favorite snack), jackpot. You smile and walk happily back to your/Ej's room. You get back into your shared room, you begin to watch Youtube.
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Almost halfway though bingeing Markiplier's Fnaf series, you get a message from Clockwork. Your e/c eyes quickly read over the text.
Clocky :)
Hey Y/n! Do you wanna walk around the woods with me?
Y/n
Sure! Just give me a few minutes
Clocky :)
Ok! I'll be waiting outside
You hide your snack and grab your shoes, you slip on your shoes and a jacket, since it's pretty cold out today. Exiting the room, you manage to navigate through the long and twisting hallways. You finally reach the front doors and step out of the house. "Took you long enough," Clockwork huffs jokingly, you playfully jab her with your elbow and laugh. "So, how are you?" "I'm doing good, waiting for Ej to get back from his mission," you explain, Clockwork gives you a strange look. "Slender didn't give him a mission today," Clockwork says, you give her a weird look back. "Really? He wrote me a note, saying he had to go on a mission today and he'll be back."
Clockwork thinks for a minute, then it clicks. "Ooooooh~ somebody might have an admirer~" Clockwork gushes at you, poking your cheek. Your cheeks immediately heat up. "Oh my god shut uppppppp," Clockwork giggles at your flustered-ness. "Jack and Y/n, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g-" you put a hand over her mouth, "cease" you grumble, now flustered to hell and back. You hear clockworks muffled chuckle under your hand.
Once you get back to the mansion, you say your goodbye to Clockwork and trudge back to your room to think. You flop face down on your bed and groan into your pillow. You turn over to face the ceiling, you hate to admit it, but, you think you're starting to crush on Ej a bit. Don't get it twisted, Ej is fucking smoking hot. Even though, you've only seen him without his mask on twice, mans could commit arson with just his face he's THAT hot. But on the other hand, he's a cannibalistic demon serial killer. You feel like you have morals, but you shouldn't because you have to kill for a living too. You're no better than him in all honesty. You sigh and flip over to your side, now facing Jack's bed.
Come to think of it, you feel like he's way out of your league. Jack's not only stunning, but he's very smart, he was a health major for god's sake. Your heart cracks a bit, realizing you're not good enough for him in your mind. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, you squeeze your eyes shut and silently cry to yourself. But before you could get any tears out, you hear the bedroom door squeak open. "Y/n? Are you awake?" You immediately sit up in your bed, "Hey Jack, how was the mission," you ask as jack closes the door and flicks on the lights. Jack is covered in blood, with a beautiful red rose in one hand, and a human heart in the other. This doesn't freak you out, considering he's a cannibal, Jack hands the rose to you. "I saw this and though you'd like it." Jack mumbled sheepishly.
You break out into a genuine smile. "Thank you, Jack, it's beautiful," you say, lightly grazing the soft petals with your fingertips. Then, Jack hands you the heart, you instantly pale. You look up at Jack, "T-this is for me?" You ask, Jack nods, you take the squishy organ in your hand. You almost vomit when the bloody organ contacts your hand. "where did you get this from?" "The guy who sold me the rose." Jack explains. You stare at him in shock, you ask him simply why, and Jack says "Because he knew you, He was going to steal you from me. And we can't have that." Jack says, stroking your cheek. "What was his name," your heart drops, you hope you weren't close with this person. "His name was...Jay, I believe?" Jack answers, and you burst into tears.
Jay was your best friend since fifth grade, he's helped you through so much. You just got told that your crush murdered your best friend, and now you're holding his heart. Jack tries to put a hand on your shoulder and you scoot as far back on your bed as you could go. You look Jack in the eyes and tell him to leave you alone, he tries to reason with you again and you just tell him to leave again. You don't think you can ever forgive Jack for what he's done.
"OW! What was that for!" Vox yelps, clutching the sides where his gills are.
"That. Is for all of THIS!" You open your bathrobe.
"Fuck babe- you're hot."
"I'M EVERY COLOR OF THE RAINBOW, IS WHAT I AM." You hiss as your fingers point to the one of the dozen bitemarks he has left on your skin from last night,
"Come onnnn," he teases "you weren't complaining last night. If anything- from what I remember you said something like:" Oh!~ Vince- MMFPH!" You cut him off by pressing the mute button.
Tags: nsfw, smut, cock riding, established relationships, horns, tail, being flustered, teasing
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A/N: Getting back into writing with drabbles! Feels good to post again.
You were too caught up in bouncing up and down Lucifer's cock to notice how he clenched his teeth and tried to stop himself from shaking. He promised to let you ride his cock tonight as much as you wanted as payback for teasing you in that boring meeting.
"I said hold on!" His voice sounded strained but still commanding. As you finally looked at him you saw how out of breath he really was, the blonde strands of hair out of place and falling over his eyes, his horns fully out and eyes shining red. He looked absolutely feral. "Hold on a second, let me calm myself bit."
He leaned back while he held you down you your thighs, claws slightly digging into the soft flesh there. "What's wrong? Are you too tired? We can stop if you are." You placed your hand on his spotted cheek and he nuzzled into it with a lazy smirk.
"Not at all, my love. I need you to slow down a bit that's all. Slower. I know I said you could ride me but you're going too fast and I'm getting really close. Been wanting your pussy all day, it's kinda hard for me to hold back. And I want to enjoy every precious moment we have together." You shivered as you felt his tail drag up and down your back, leaving goosebumps on your skin. "Just cause I'm bad doesn't mean you have to be. You can be a good girl for your King right?"
It wasn't often that he pulled the royalty card on you in bed. Your pussy clenched around his sensitive cock, making it twitch weakly. "Anything for my cute husband." You started again, this time barely raising your self up, keeping most of his cock inside you the first few times, then only leaving his tip in. When you saw him lean his head back with a moan you finally pushed yourself back down, making sure you could feel every throb of Lucifer's cock on your way down.
Forsaken survivors and killers (excluding the obvious ones) x human reader blowjob headcannons?
SURVIVORS:
Excluded: Guest 1337
Builderman: He is VERY reserved and it takes time for him to get to such a point that he allows his human partner to..."go down on him". But let me tell ya...Builder is probably going to get the best head he has ever had in his LIFE. The touch is so foreign, but sooo good, that it crumbles his resolve and leaves him a sweaty wanton mess.
Shedelsky: Brother is having the time of his life and his wings are pretty much as stiff as his cock. He may even grip your hair while you suck him off to a point that it hurts. His hips would thrust on their own and the ex-admin would probably be muttering every single praise that his fried brain can handle!
Dusekkar: The mage is trying to remain cordial, but his resolves eventually falls apart like wet paper once your mouth engulfs his loins. It just makes him jolt violently and his magic surges in response to his growing desires. He can only speak in rhymes, and brother, he's spitting out nothing but bars while you deep throat his cock.
Elliot: The poor pizza boy is helpless and whimpering as you swallow up his dick so effortlessly. He's complete putty in your hands and his sweet little noises only encourage you to ravage your shorter lover even more. You devour this poor Robloxian's dick like it's one of his freshly baked pizzas. Out of most of the survivors, Elliot would probably cum with the most passion, as the poor Robloxian has been pent up for a while, and this was a great release for him~
007n7: The poor Robloxian was terribly shy during your act together, but the moment you get going? The Robloxian starts to moan and plead with you. You do everything in your power to deep-throat his girth and make your shorter lover feel like he's out of this hell for once. Aside from his blushing and trembling expression, you can see a deep and fiery lust in his eyes that demanded more from you...and more, you gave. He easily gets the best head from you out of all the survivors.
Noob: No matter what part Noob has for the session, you go to town on them regardless. You happily eat them out/suck them off and Noob can only whine and tremble as your tongue wraps so effortlessly around their genitals. Licking up and down their lips/shaft with such expertise that the poor Robloxian prematurely cums before you were even HALFWAY done. They become an apologizing mess and you can only laugh and lick up whatever remains.
Chance: This Robloxian is SO happy to have you giving him head. He pretty much fucks your mouth like a rabbit in springtime and you have to endure his eager lusting for your jaws. This man...he is just going full "ahegao" on the pleasure that he is receiving from your mouth and you can just continue to suck him off while he does so. Once Chance has reached his limit, the little guy cums a LOT. Even worse, he is the one Robloxian that will go multiple rounds with you...so you better get ready for a long night!
Two Time: Two Time, regardless of their genitals, accepts your love with abandon and offers themselves up to you without any hesitation. You start slow with the shorter cultist--teasing their lower half with licks, nips, and gentle sucks to ease them into the process of a BJ. Then, once you feel they are ready for you, you begin to feast upon their loins. The cultist can only bite their hand and strain against your body as they are taken to heaven through thousands of gentle, yet stimulating, licks from the one they covet the most.
Taph: Despite Taph being only able to speak in hands, you manage to get the poor Robloxian to tremble and quake at your actions on their privates. Regardless of what they have, you tenderly lick, suck, and nibble on the most tender part of their Robloxian body and your mute shorter partner can only nod and breathe heavier in response to your stimulation on their loins. With some deep licks and biting, the poor Robloxian cums HARD and can only pant while giving you a thumbs up to show how well you did.
Veeronica: Despite her being a robot, you still found a way to pleasure your wonderful robot lover. You simply take wires from her body and place them in your teeth, pulling on them and causing sparks to fly from her body while you gently work her over. Her speech was quick to skip, yet you knew she was alright, as her body fans only kicked on loudly in response to your teeth grazing her wires and innermost components. You did not shy away from her circuitry as you lick, nip, and pull on the wires. Only when the poor robot surges and falls in a heap did you finally lay off of her.
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KILLERS:
Excluded: John Doe and C00lkid
1x1x1x1: The first thing you took notice of what how SPICY their loins were! It was like their poison, but it lingered on your tongue and lips as you work your mouth over their genitals. With a pull of the chains around your neck, you find yourself pushing your mouth into their groin even deeper, much to the pleasure of the Killer pulling said chain. You give the smug avatar of hate a nasty glare in return for the chain being pulled around your neck, yet you still had work that needed to be done. You simply push through the spicy sensation that burned your being and you simply work your tongue, lips, and jaws over the necromancer's privates. 1x can only grunt and growl in response to your motions, as they even grinded against your face to get more stimulation, leaving a green slime-like layer behind from doing so. Yet, you continue. Once you feel them rocking back and forth in eagerness, you were quick to find yourself wincing in anticipation for their climax. With a long growl, they cum and your mouth was completely overrun with their essence, yet you choke back the urge to spit as they continue to pour more of their essence into your mouth. 1x can only stare in approval as they finish cumming and they watch you swallow up their leaking fluids--no matter how much it burned your throat to do so.
Mafiaso: For such a rather cordial character with a vast amount of charisma, the mob boss was practically putty in your hands once you swallow down his dick. All the dates and courting had finally awarded the mafia leader with your mouth and your generous tongue. Easily wrapping around his cock and swallowing it down without any issues, the gangster can only twitch and cuss quietly into his fist when you start to bob on his cock while kneeling in front of him. Each tender twitch from your throat causing his muscles to thrust forward into your willing mouth and you can only hum around his phallus in pleasure, which only stimulated him even further. You do so with no complains and with no shame, as Mafiaso's men were off making sure that you and their boss wasn't disturbed during your...intimate time with their boss.
Noli: Noli, like the other Killers, are relentless...and this was no exception. Despite his body shifting over into a more "pleasant" form for you to take, you still found the rush of ozone and static very unpleasant when you wrapped your mouth around his cock. The madman simply jolts in response to the warmth of your mouth covering his once-cold cock, as the killer needed to gain his breath back, and then he shoves his dick deep into your throat at full-force. You can only gag and glare at him for being rude, but you stomach his antics while he begins to fuck your mouth. Noli wasted no time in chasing his own pleasure and made passive comments about how you felt "nice and warm" or "wet and tight" around his dick. You can only hum in response when he asks a question or when he begins to get a little too rough. His seed was even worse than the taste of his dick, as you wanted to spit it out as soon as he released in your mouth. But he was quick to place a hand over your mouth and demand you swallow it...in which, you do.
Slasher: You can only gag when you feel just how ROUGH this guy was when he entered your mouth with such vigor. You had to brace against the ground a bit and you even winced slightly in pain when Slasher grips your hair roughly, and pulls you back and forth on his cock with tenacity. You can only allow tears to collect in the corners of your eyes as you had to stretch your own jaw to accommodate how rough Slasher was being, as your throat was repeatedly invaded by the killer's cock. Once you felt the dick in your mouth twitching wildly and Slasher's breathing getting heavier, you could only brace for the inevitable wave of cum that filled your throat. It was salty, if a little bitter, but you swallowed it down none-the-less, much to the satisfaction of the hockey mask wearing murderer.
Nosferatu: Despite his dapper and supremacy demeanor...this killer was a total virgin and you could tell. The way he gripped his lounge chair like it was a life line, how they would look ANYWHERE else but down at you, and how his limbs trembled with every slight suck you did on his cock...it almost made you want to laugh loudly in response. Yet, you continue to run your hot wet mouth over the dick of the prudish vampire and you swallowed every single whimper, whine, and twitch that you would get out of his vampire body. It brought you pride knowing that this immortal being would be wandering around the world after getting the best head from someone that protects "lowly mortals". Once you felt him tense, you braced for the inevitable flood and once he came, with the screech of a bat mind you, you swallowed it all up and stuck your tongue out slightly in disgust. Eww! Metallic!
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