#jtk x reader

toby

he gets off to it

he caught you many times, actually

back when he used to stalk you, he would creep outside your bedroom window and see you masturbate

the close he's ever been was him being in your closet, palming himself as he watches you get off

he likes to see how your fingers or sexy toys couldn't satisfy you

he knew he was the only one who could actually make your thighs shake

fast forward when you two eventually get together

he catches you for the first masturbation in his room

his peeping tom tendencies never really went away

he was going to do his bad habits again and just jerk himself silently

but he hears your gasps and moans. hes heard it a hundred times, but this time it was different he heard his name this time

"please to- hm toby more" he watches as you squirm and sob on his bed.

he couldn't control himself you're basically begging him to fuck you

he steps inside, which makes you look at him, but you don't stop

"yo-you dirty slut. you like being watched, d-don't you?"

jeff the killer

heard moans in his room and thinks it's you with another guy

oh his head started to spin and he never felt so angry before

how dare you? You're the only one who knows he actually has emotions, he opens up to you, and you're sleeping with another guy??

for his ego, he hopes it's not Toby, that's just straight up disrespectful

took out his knife from his pocket, getting ready to kill whoever was making you moan

he should be the only one

he sneaks slowly to his door, making sure to not make any sounds

he's confused about why he can't hear anyone else besides you

he's relieved it's not Toby because he knows his ass is loud

actually no, he can't hear anyone at all

he had enough, his patience was running through

has he hand on the door handle, ready to swing it open, but something caught his attention

"mngh-ph! jeff just like that- FUCK baby gimme more"

of course

of course you would only be thinking about him, why wouldn't you?

fuck, his ego is so boosted right now, cocky little shit

opens the door and sees you on all fours, your fingers pathetically being inside you

he goes behind you and pulls to body close to him enough for him to whisper in your ear

"did my little whore miss me that much hmm? was last night not enough for you?"

slenderman

you have no shame, really

being in his room, facing the door as you're rubbing your cute little cilt, wetting his bed

you know you're breaking the rules, but you don't care

youre exactly where you wanna be, and you need him right now

youre being obnoxiously loud too

making sure he can hear you

"hmmm mas- shit- master, I need you pleasee"

he had enough he could listen to you all the way to his office

finally opens the door and sees you. he has no expression on his face but you imagine it looks like disgust

you thought he would punish you or at least put you in your place

to your surprise, his tentacles pull a chair from his desk and place it in front of the bed

he sits down and crosses his arms

"I am not going to touch. you're not going to stuff unless I tell you."

you blink at him a few times. he can't be serious, right?

"Did I tell you to stop? You wanted to catch my attention? Now you have it. Continue. Now"

you obey. you have no choice.

which leads to your fingertips being shriveled up due to your wetness, your head being dizzy, and you no longer making any coherent sentences

all you can muster out is 'master' and 'please'

the kitchen was one of the few places in the mansion that actually felt calm after midnight. the overhead lights were off, leaving only the soft glow above the stove to spill across the countertops. outside, rain tapped lazily against the windows, and somewhere deeper in the house, an old pipe groaned.

you sat alone at the kitchen island, one leg hooked over the rung of the stool, absentmindedly eating barbecue chips straight from the bag while scrolling through your phone. it wasn't hunger that had kept you awake, just one of those nights where sleep refused to come.

a door clicked somewhere upstairs. a minute later, footsteps drifted down the hallway. it was peaceful for about another ten seconds before jeff wandered into the kitchen looking like he'd rolled straight out of bed.. or, knowing him, out of ben's room.

his hood was nowhere in sight. instead, his long black hair hung loose around his shoulders, slightly tangled from lying down earlier. a black tank top exposed the faded scars running along his arms, while a pair of loose soft pajama pants sat low on his waist. his eyes were glassy, movements a little slower than usual, though there was still that familiar arrogance in the way he carried himself.

one hand rubbed absently at the back of his neck as he wandered toward the fridge without paying much attention. then he noticed you. sitting perfectly still in the dim light. his entire body gave a quick, instinctive jolt. his shoulders tensed, one foot planted back on reflex, and his head snapped toward you before his brain seemed to catch up with what he was seeing.

you blinked.

“..hey.”

another beat passed and recognition settled over his face.

"..oh."

he recovered almost instantly, smoothing his expression into its usual bored look. like nothing had happened. like he’d meant to do that. a quiet laugh slipped out through your nose.

jeff shot you an irritated glance. "...the fuck're you laughing at, woman?"

"you."

his brow twitched. "fuck off."

he dismissed you with a lazy flick of his wrist, already turning away as if the conversation wasn't worth another second of his attention. like that settled the matter, he brushed past you and pulled open the refrigerator. cold light spilled across the floor while he stood there, staring inside with an almost comical amount of concentration. you watched him for a moment before speaking.

"are you high?"

"no."

the answer came so quickly it made you smile.

he continued scanning the shelves in complete silence, brow slightly furrowed as if the leftovers had personally offended him. without so much as looking your way, he reached over. his hand disappeared into your bag of chips and you paused mid-scroll.

"..are you serious."

he pulled out a fistful, already eating them before his arm had fully withdrawn.

"bruh, they were right there. not a big deal.”

"they were in my lap."

a shrug. he didn't seem to find anything strange about it. eventually, he settled on some leftover pizza, shut the fridge with his hip, and tossed the container onto the counter while the microwave hummed to life.

the kitchen fell quiet again. you could hear the rain. the steady ticking of the clock. jeff leaning against the counter while waiting for the microwave, absently crunching through the chips he'd stolen. when it finally beeped, he grabbed the pizza and turned toward the doorway. you figured that was the end of it. until he passed behind your stool.

without breaking stride, he casually reached down, plunged his hand into the bag again, and walked off with another generous handful. like the chips had always belonged to him.

you stared after him for a second before calling down the hallway. "i hate you!"

jeff didn't even bother turning around. he simply lifted one hand in a lazy, dismissive wave, still chewing. “you didn’t say allat while you was suckin’ this dick last night."

the sound of his footsteps faded upstairs, leaving you alone in the kitchen. you looked down at the noticeably lighter bag in your lap.

"..fat fuck.."

somewhere above you, his muffled voice carried through the ceiling.

"i heard that!"

of course he did.