EJ’s Baby

when he’s so deep inside you, you can feel him in your throat even though he’s pounding into your ass so roughly, you know you’re going to be so bruised in the morning.

but you can’t bring yourself to care because he’s fucking you so good and you can feel the cum spurting out of your cock. you can’t even warn him because it happens so quickly.

“oh! oh my gods-! mommy-!” you don’t even realize what you said, too far gone in the pleasure to be embarrassed.

but brian does. his hips halt as he pulls out halfway, dark eyes widening. you don’t notice the pause though, because he continues to pound into you, maw dropped open as he’s being meaner and meaner. his tongue lolls out but he doesn’t care; not when you’re begging for him to stuff you full.

“mommy? yeah, you want mommy to fill you up, hm?” he grunts in your ear, blunt nails clawing down your sides to give you painfully delicious marks that bloom with specks of crimson blood.

your eyes widen when reality strikes, horrified that you actually called him mommy. you’re about to stutter out a barely coherent apology when his long fingers stuff themselves into your drooling mouth.

“shhh, don’t speak. let mommy take care of you, okay?” he coos, a cruel lilt to his usually monotone voice. you whine and nod, still dumb from the pace set by his rude hips.

but he stays true to his word, by taking care of you, by fucking 4 more orgasms out of your pained cock, by stuffing your hole so full you feel it seeping down your bruised ass cheeks.

you’re weeping. brian thinks you look so pretty. so ruined. he can’t help but take a video of your fucked out face and trail the camera down your body to where yours connects to his. where his seed is spilling out.

he pulls his cock out, zooming in on the waterfall of semen coming from your now gaping hole. fucking beautiful.

Jack sits on the floor in front of you, bare except for his sweatpants, blindfolded (as if that does anything, you just thought it’d look cute), on his knees with his legs spread wide.

You stand above him, fully clothed, grinning with a predatory glint in your eyes.

“Safe word?” You prompt, nudging his aching bulge with a foot.

He drops his head, jaw slackening at the very slight touch. “Velvet…”

You nod, giving him a bit more pressure. He whimpers, hips bucking forward. To steady himself, he grabs at your knee, taking a moment to catch his breath.

You take your foot away, making Jack tilt his head up at you in confusion. Is he not being good? You quell that thought by stepping down on his bulge. Hard.

He gasps, jaw dropping open. Jack grinds up against your foot unintentionally, a moan slipping past his sharp teeth and pretty lips.

“Like that, pretty baby?” Your voice grounds him, making him realize he’s humping up.

“Yeah..” he says timidly, slowly working his hips to get more of that delicious friction. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut under the blindfold as he feels himself hurtling towards a premature orgasm.

“Gonna- gonna cum-!” He gasps, holding onto your leg as he chases that delicious orgasm.

“Already? You must be so pent up, baby.” You coo, placing your hand on his face, caressing his cheek as he moans and groans.

Jack cums and feels the sticky cum begin to spread in his pants, giving him an uncomfortably delicious feeling.

You feel the cum against your sock, too. His sweatpants aren’t very thick so as soon as he cums, you feel the sticky substance against your foot.

You remove your foot from his groin and crouch down, reaching into his soiled pants. You come into immediate contact with his barely flaccid cock.

He makes a noise when you grab his base, freeing it and his balls from the confines of his pants. Jack tosses his head back when you begin to pump his shaft, reaching for your arms.

“No- no- sensitive-” he protests, but the way his cock hardens with each pump of your says otherwise.

“Shhh…” you shush him, playing with his cum covered tip. You swirl your thumb around it, relishing in how he bucks his hips up and tosses his head back.

“Baby- oh gods, it’s too much.” He whimpers, grabbing at your hands, your arms, your shoulders, anything he can grasp, he tries to sink his fingers into.

“Then say your safe word.” You advise, hand going still.

He doesn’t speak, a pout on his pretty face. Exactly.

You continue to jerk him, watching pre cum join the fat globs of cum rolling down his length.

“Getting close?” You ask, flicking your wrist and watching his groan. He nods eagerly.

“Okay, baby. Cum.” You say, jerking him the way he likes- fast and steady.

Jack groans as he cums again, babbling out broken thank you‘s and I love you‘s.

His cum coats your hand, bringing a smile to your face. When he’s finished cumming, you bring your fingers up to his mouth.

He lolls it open obediently and you place two fingers on his tongue. He sucks.

Sooo headcanons…?

That man is big (heightwise not lengthwise you perv :p we’re not there yet) like 7’2”/218cm at LEAST. He’s got a demon in him, yk

He’s black, but his skin is grey from the fact he’s practically dead and rotting. His hair is always in dreads, laying at about shoulder length because he can’t be bothered to leave his hair out naturally and dreads are just easier for him.

His eye sockets are empty (hence the name eyeless jack, why do I feel the need to explain things that are already known???) except for the blood/tar/oil (think car or motor, not cooking or vegetable) that is permanently stained in his sockets + on his cheeks.

So in my most recent work (nsfw link) I say ‘his gaze.’ Like other members in the fandom, I think Jack can see, but not really. He can sense, rather than visually see things. He had the opportunity to regain his eyesight but he just wanted to be able to sense things, cause he kept bumping into tables and stubbing his toes.

Speaking of his cheeks, they’re defined but not hollow. The bones are defined, I mean.

He’s about average weight for his age (27/32 I haven’t decided) but it’s mostly muscle mass. He’s gotta stay ripped, yk? And his abs, don’t even get me started, I’ll cum.

He’s a very reserved man, keeping to himself, even in his friend group which consists of Ben, Toby, Jeff and sometimes Hoodie. When he talks, it’s short sentences, though he is quite funny if you actually understand the references he makes (usually they’re medical references. No one understands them, don’t feel bad).

I like to think he was in his last year before the incident. He was about to receive his phd or doctorate or whatever but then he got roped into Jenny’s bullshit and got sacrificed.

The mansion has a ranking system based on kills & the efficiency in which they’re completed and Jack is usually 3rd/4th on the ranking monthly because he gets his kills done efficiently and doesn’t scramble at the end like SOME pastas (ahem, Ben 👀).

Okay okay… I know we’re all thinking, ‘Benji, just tell us about his dick!!’ Don’t you worry, I’m thinking that too. So, here we go.

NSFW STARTS HERE

True to my word, I’ll start with his dick. It’s 11” and soo pretty. Like the rest of him, it’s grey, though it fades into a bit normalish skin tone (#392D25) and his tip is a real pretty #603E40.

His base is thicker and it plugs you up 🥴 his cock is thick, about 6.1” in diameter, so he’s really gonna fill you up, mhm.

When he fucks, it’s either soft and sweet or hard and rough, he’s not really into starting off slow and going fast, yk?

His cum…. Mmmm… when he cums, it’s a hefty load, like one orgasm and you’re already full. His cum is a bit tasteless when you two first smash, but eventually, he starts drinking pineapple juice and yada yada yada, now his cum tastes yummy :3

It’s thick and pearly white. Sticky when you play with it, if you’re into that.

Some of his kinks (don’t kink shame, okay??) are praise, choking (giving or receiving), mild impact play (extremely soft, like taps on the butt with his palm), cockstepping (receiving), edging, orgasm denial, maybe ruined orgasms here and there, bondage (very light, giving), overstimulation… hmm… that’s all I can think of…

He’s sooo gentle, prepping you so good, you’ve cum 3 times and he hasn’t even put his cock in :(

When you’re begging and twitching, he gets real close to you and presses a soft kiss to your lips to shush you.

He makes sure you’re 100% okay with going further before lubing up his cock with almost too much lube and gently aligning his (absolute beastly) cock with your well stretched hole.

Though you were complaining about him taking too long to stick it in, you’re now very grateful for the prep he gave you because you have to take little breaks every few inches he eases in because he’s soo big and thick and he’s too worried about hurting you to put it all in at once.

When he’s finally bottomed out, he gives you time to adjust to the thickness of him then rolling his hips when you beg him to move.

He’s trying so hard to control his impulses because this is about you and you deserve to get things gently and lovingly before building up to getting it rough. And if you’re a virgin? He has to take extra time because the blood around his cock is making him lose his mind.

He’s soo careful and precise with his thrusts, moving slow at first and ignoring your begging to go faster and harder. He eventually does go faster, though not harder, because you’re so fragile and he doesn’t wanna hurt you by losing his composure :(

His hand is on your lower back, thrusting in and out, gaze locked on the ring of blood around him.

Running errands is your least favourite thing to do. Today, you only have to pick up a few things. Orange juice and butter. It seems easy enough. Go to the store, pick up the stuff, pay, go back to the mansion.

Unfortunately, your demonic boyfriend, Jack, has other plans. He follows you as you walk out of the forest, catching up to you with ease.

“Hello, little one.” He says, grinning under that blue mask of his and planting a hand on your shoulder. By the way he speaks, you realize what’s going on.

“I mean, yeah, I’d be into getting chased as foreplay.” You say, scrolling on your phone. You don’t notice the way jack’s empty sockets light up.

“Yeah?” He asks, struggling to keep his excitement at bay. “Like, at any time?”

“As long as it’s not inconvenient, like I’m going on a mission or something.” You clarify. “But, yeah. Any time.”

You swallow the sudden fear in you, smiling awkwardly. “Hey…”

He has to suppress a laugh. He removes his hand from your shoulder, slipping both into his hoodie’s pocket. “It’s late. Why are you walking all by yourself, hm?”

The way he talks is unsettling. For a moment, you feel bad for his victims because you know that this is how they feel. “Just getting some groceries.” You say, trying to shuffle subtly to put distance between you two.

He becomes amused at how you try to be subtle, though he doesn’t say or do anything about it. This is part of the fun; watching you squirm. He nods, taking in the street. No sign of any townsfolk. Good.

“This late? Is the market even open?” He pretends to care, though he can’t focus on anything but the way your heart thumps quickly in your chest. Just like his victims. It gets him hard.

“Mhm…” you nod, eyes darting around. The street is empty. Of course it is. Jack doesn’t dare do anything if one thing is off, like someone potentially seeing this messed up form of foreplay.

Jack smirks widely, relishing in how nervous and uncomfortable you look.

You can practically feel what he’s thinking and you don’t like it (lies, you do). “Okay. Well… have a nice night.” And you walk away, legs moving quicker than your normal pace.

Jack lets you leave, knowing how easily he’ll be able to catch up. Once you turn a corner and you’re sure he can’t see you, you sprint, giving up all hope of being able to do your groceries and pass out in bed. Your gaze locks on the towns little chapel.

Yes, of course! Father Dylan is always in the chapel, even this late at night. You quickly ascend the few wooden steps, heart dropping into your knees as you read a sign on the door.

Closed for grieving, it reads. How could you forget Jeff killed Father’s younger sister? Jack rounds the corner, strolling at a leisurely pace. It irks you how calm he is.

Out of options, you decide to pick the doors lock with the credit card Masky gave you. Once the lock clicks, you silently celebrate as you run into the empty church.

It seems eerie, how empty it is. You’re used to being surrounded by people in this place, though you’ve only visited a few times. You don’t get to think about how scary it is being surrounded by darkness, because the door gets pushed open and there stands Jack, watching you delightedly.

Your legs move on their own accord and you lock yourself in the men’s washroom, quietly thanking God that’s it’s not filled with stalls. You can feel Jack’s figure standing outside the door.

He’s going to get in, you know he is. You look around for some way of escape, your eyes landing on the vent just above the toilet.

It’s small, but it looks like you might be able to squeeze through. Jack jiggles the doorknob, laughing to himself once he finds it locked.

Quickly, you climb on the toilet and narrow your eyes at how easily the vents cover comes off. That has to be a safety hazard, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You place the cover on the sink.

With the hope of fitting through and not getting stuck, you pull yourself up to the vent, hissing when the cool metal digs into your stomach. Despite that, you pull yourself completely into the vent, surprised when you spot another vent cover right in front of you.

Jack hears you rustling around and knows you’re close to getting away. He slides a sharp claw through the crack in the door, forcing the lock to break. He snarls when he’s met with an empty washroom, and that snarl turns into a growl when he sees you’ve climbed through the vent.

You groan, falling to the women’s washroom floor, quickly picking yourself up and sprinting the hell away.

You make it to the row between the two sides of pews before jack tackles you, forcing you to the ground.

You yelp as jack pins your hands above your head and sits on your legs, keeping you pegged on the floor.

“Hi there, little one.” He smiles, trailing a clawed finger down your cheek before squeezing at your throat. “I’m gonna have fun with you.”

He keeps your hands pinned with one of his own, the other trailing from your neck to your stomach, under your shirt and up to your nipples. He doesn’t notice the way you thrash in his grip, and if he does, he doesn’t acknowledge it.

He rubs a padded thumb across your nipple, smirking at your whine. You’re so cute.

You try to kick and break free, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t deny the way you get hard at his teasing touches to your nipples.

With a huff, you turn your face away, staring into the row of pews. He hooks his fingers under your sweatpants, pausing ever so slightly just in case you want to say your safe word.

When you don’t, he continues pulling your sweats down, leaving you just in your boxers which are way too tight around you.

“Ah, you’re hard, hm?” He chuckles lowly, his free hand working to take your shoes off and then your sweats fully. He slowly inches up, pressing his lips to your bulge. “From getting chased by a big bad monster?”

You buck your hips up, surprised that he’s sucking at your cock through your boxers. You thought he’d be too impatient and rip your clothes off at one time.

Though he gives you slight stimulation, he decides it’s too rewarding for you. He pulls away, letting your hands go so he can unbuckle his belt.

He’s going slow on purpose, you know he is. Why would he go fast and rush through this when he knows you won’t try to escape?

Well, he’s wrong. You do, bare ass pointed to the sky as you scramble away when he’s distracted by his stupid jeans- why won’t they just unzip-

He growls, unwillingly crawling after you and grabbing you by the waist, flipping you on your back and lining his cock with your asshole in one go. “Don’t be bad. Be a good boy, hm?”

It irks you how your cock twitches at his tone. You make a move to snap back but any words die at your tongue because he’s pushing his tip in, already splitting you apart.

He takes his mask off with a spare hand before helping guide you fully on his dick, barely letting you have a break.

He kindly allows you time to adjust, leaning down and capturing your open, moaning mouth in a kiss. It’s deep and loving and in contrast to the mean way he rolls his hips into yours, it’s loving.

He taps your lips with his fingers, telling you silently to open up. You do, starting to suck on his fingers.

Jack pulls out slowly before ramming back into you, making you jump and moan around his fingers.

He begins a rough pace, pounding into you. The thick vein on the lower side of his shaft rubs against your prostate, stimulating you wonderfully. “Sh, sh, you can take it… good boy..”

It’s almost embarrassing how you feel your stomach beginning to pull taut on itself, your orgasm starting to build.

As you whimper and moan around his thick fingers, he buries his face in your neck, biting on the soft skin there. He ruts into you, knowing your orgasm is building. “Gonna cum already, baby? Awh, so soon? Kind of disappointing..”

His mocking words only make you climb the peak to your blissful orgasm sooner. Just as you try to let him know you’re cumming, he stops his hips completely, laughing cruelly at how you groan in frustration.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I, pet?” He smirks, pulling away from your neck and your hole to flip you onto your stomach.

You barely bite back a snarl, propping yourself up on your forearms. “…no, you didn’t…”

He lines up with your hole again, spitting on it and smearing it around as he pushes into you. “Right. So wait until I tell you.”

Then, he begins his ruthless pace again, his balls slapping into yours as he uses you to his heart’s content.

Your orgasm blooms faster and jack is aware of that fact, reaching to jerk you off in time with his thrusts.

“Oh- Jack!” You whimper, the sensations overwhelming you.

He doesn’t let up, thumb smearing pre all over your tip. “Guess ‘m gonna be nice. Cum for me.”

With his command, you do, thick ropes of cum spewing from your cock and your mouth drops open. It feels so good, but he doesn’t stop, squeezing your hips with both hands as he chases his own orgasm.

“Gonna let me fill you up, pet?” He groans into your ear, becoming frantic. You nod quickly, eyes squeezing shut.

He leans back, using you like a doll until he shoots his own hefty amount of cum into your asshole.

He gives you a moment, pulling out of you completely and watching his cum dribble from your overstuffed hole.

He stands, nudging you with his foot as he sits on the pew in front of you. When you look up at him with that lazy, fucked out pout, his cock twitches to life again.

You’re on his lap now, riding him as you feel your fifth orgasm of the night building. You’ve been like this for a while, on his lap. He started out watching you and making you do all the work but now? He’s grabbing your hips and slamming you down on his cock, meeting your hips with his own thrusts.

You shove your face in his hickey covered neck, whimpering. “So good…”

He closes his eyes, feeling you put a bit more energy into your bounces as your orgasm approaches closer and closer.

“Go ‘head, baby..” he moans, head flopping against yours.

Your orgasm is so blissful and strong, you literally pass out afterwards. He hisses at your limp body, feeling his own orgasm approach.

You won’t be mad if he keeps going, right..?

He does anyway, rutting into you as he cums. Once he’s finished, he goes still, holding you on his lap as you lay unconscious in his neck.

He sighs, rubbing your bare back as he comes down from his high and becomes aware of your surroundings. He hooks his chin over your shoulder, eyes taking in the sloppy mess of cum.

You stir in his lap, feeling his softened cock inside still. “…what happened..?”

“Passed out on me, baby.” Jack answers simply, still rubbing your back soothingly.

You groan softly, burying your face in his neck as he unhooks his chin from you.

“Gonna let me clean you up, hm?” He kisses your head, slowly taking you off his cock.

“Later.” You murmur, reaching for your tossed away clothes.

Neither of you acknowledge the puddle of cum as you get dressed. Once you’re both all covered up, Jack heads to the men’s bathroom and comes back with a wad of toilet paper, tossing it on the mess.

You can’t help but scoff at his attempt to clean, though you don’t complain.

“You feel okay, baby?” Jack asks, grabbing the soiled toilet paper and chucking it in a conveniently close garbage can.

You nod, humming as you do. “I do. Do you?”

Jack copies your move, also nodding. “Yeah. Let’s go home?”

Jack stares at himself in the mirror as you hold the black, laced corset to his torso.

“I feel like a whore.” He says as you pull on the cord type strings and tighten it around his already small waist.

You know he’s not being negative. If anything, it’s positive. He can sense your smirk as you pull the cord tight. He inhales deeply, already aware of how his body will feel in the morning.

“You are a whore, sweetheart.” You say, voice sweet as you lace the corset up. “Someone who isn’t a whore wouldn’t agree to wear a corset.”

Jack nods in less than enthusiastic agreement, knowing you’re right. “I can already feel my organs shifting. It’s unbelievably unnerving.”

“Lotta ‘n’s in that, baby.” You laugh softly, hooking your chin over his bare shoulder once you’ve tied the cord into a pretty bow. Your hands rest on his hips, holding him. “Do you want me to take it off?”

Jack shakes his head. He’s enjoying wearing the corset. He feels… pretty. He hasn’t felt pretty, even before the sacrifice. He likes it. “No. It’s nice. I feel good.”

You pat his bum, admiring him through the mirror. “You look good.”

He turns his head just enough to be able to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulls away, he swipes your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Is it safe to assume you’ll keep this on me while we fuck, darling?”

You laugh. “It is very safe to assume that, baby.”

He grabs you by the waist and pushes you onto the bed, knee pressed between your thighs, giving slight friction to your core, but not enough.