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Sub Eyeless Jack x Dom Jeff the Killer ❤️🔪🔪🔪🖤

(Alrighty so in this fic, EJ is just a human instead of the possessed demon)

Jeff's POV
Walking around in the dead of night always calmed me. Something about being invisible and being able to snake my way into houses without a single eye on me....or so I assumed. Tonight was strange. I felt eyes stalking my every move. I decided to wait out a bit before my next victim and lose the person on my trail. Going over a few fences and losing the person after a while wasn't easy. I silently chuckled under my breath, seeing a familiar face that was following me was quite an interest I was having. The person's sillouette was small. It seemed like a young adult, at least of 18 years. The dark pants and hoodie masked any subtle features, but that didn't matter. I had found my next target. I silently followed the person and watched what they did. It seemed that they had given up looking for me after a while and started to climb into a one story house. He carefully opened the window and crawled in. 'A burglar?' I thought. I got closer to watch the stranger. Eventually I got too comfortable and ended up going into the house. I found him eerily crouched next to a bed. It was dead silent and it didnt help the situation when my blade accidentally scratched along the doorway. The stranger jerked around toward me and seemed alarmed when turning back to the sleeping body.
"...shit" I muttered.

Eyeless Jack's POV

'Shitshitshitshitshitshit! This fucking dumbass...' panic ran through my mind as I had carelessly slit too far into the skin. My meal is going to wake up from the pain any minute and It's all thanks to this fucking idiot. I stumbled back onto the floor a bit when trying to evade the room and felt a strong pair of legs behind me. I could barely make out his face through the holes in my mask. Tilting my head back I see that the person has long black hair and a rusticated knife in his hand. The assumed 'guy' chuckled a bit and slyly walked over to the rustling person. I furrowed my brows as I stared, dumbfounded, by what he was doing. Was it just god damn luck that I happened to have followed/been followed by a slasher wannabe? Before I could even react, he was breaching the space between us, his weapon still in hand. I attempted to stand, only to be closed off by his arm slamming next to my head. I trembled under the mask as his face came dangerously close, not that he could see my fear anyway.
"Why were you following me back there huh?.." his gravel voice tickled my neck. Why was he whispering?
"You gonna answer me fucker?" He got louder, only for it to sound like a hiss through his teeth.
"F-fuck off..." dammit. Why did I feel so small compared to him? Oh, probably because he is a fucking tree compared to my twink ass. He snickered in my neck, pulling away from me.
"Are you serious? Is someone...afraid?..." Bringing the blade up under my chin, he trailed it to the edge of my mask. I was paralyzed as the tip of the knife lifted my mask up, sliding over my head. It hit the floor with a dull clink.
"Hmmm..." a cheeky grin spread across his face. I tried to slide away from him when his tongue went for my cheek. His breath hot as it lingered. My ears burned from shame. He seemed to get a kick out of whatever he was doing, because he kept getting weirder. His hand was surprisingly cautious as it ran along my side. I yelped in surprise when I suddenly felt his hand touch my bulge. I tensed up, not ever expecting my first time to be with a psycho. Thankfully he put his weapon away, but that relief did not last long as his now free hand flipped me to face the wall. I was betrayed by my body when I realized I was okay with this situation. My ass suddenly felt a chill as it was exposed. I gasped at the feeling. He wasted no time in prepping me, his lubricated finger probed me, rubbing circles in temptation. Finally he penetrated. It was uncomfortable at first but I slowly became seduced by the feeling. He entered another finger, his pumping sped when a shy moan fell off my lips. I was cheating my ass out to him, my back arching for more leverage. I wanted more.
There was something so erotic about not even talking to him. We were strangers, about to have sex in a dead man's house. A wet sound snapped me back as I felt empty. My asshole winked in appreciation. I could hear a buckle being undone and clothing fall to the floor as he exposed himself, sadly I didn't get to see him. My hard dick twitched for attention, so I anxiously reached for it. Steadily jerking myself off, my knees were buckling. The stranger behind me was watching me masturbate with that wide grin on his face. My cheek was pressed against the wall when I started to get close, but unfortunately the sweet release was interrupted by his hard member pressing itself into my entrance. I winced as it was much thicker than his two fingers. Again, he went slow, waiting for me to relax. As I did his thrusting went farther, it hit something, causing me to moan against my will. He took that advantage and kept pounding into it. It felt euphoric as he drove himself into me. My legs trembled as he continued to pile-drive my asshole. Was I about to cum from being fucked? My moans became jumbled uncomprehendable noises as his thrusts began to get jumpy. He was groaning now, his hot seed filling me. This being the catalyst, I finally released. He pulled out effortlessly, zipping himself up I caught my breath. I had never wanted to be fucked like that until now, and now nothing would compare to it. My own cum trailed down the wall in front of me as his dripped from my abused hole.
I pulled myself back together and turned to him. He was looking at me, lustrous. I had to stay in touch, but he was gone before I could pull out my cellphone.

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