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It was like an invitation. An open letter saying ‘come on, watch me, take me, i’m all yours’, and he was just taking a shower. You heard the plattering of water drops, the door stood slightly open. That damned door was the cross which kept you away from that godlike body (you never saw Jack naked, almost like he was anxious, which would be weird from such a self-obsessed guy like him). You had some ideas – he always wore those tight dress shirts which hugged his form. He had a broad chest with a bit thinner, gracious waist. What could you say, he won the genetic lottery.

The door’s crippling white painting revealed the black wood underneath, its smell (plus the warm, citrusy scent of men’s body wash) invaded your nose. You tried to resist. You really wanted to respect your man’s personal space, leave him alone, but it was hard, knowing what’s behind that leaned door.
You tiptoed to the crack, peeking in. Nothing could prepare you for the sight that welcomed you.

The air was tinted with dew, dense enough to fog your vision a bit. You saw the lines of Jack’s perfect body, his pale alasbater-white skin stood out from the brown bathroom tiles, his usually neatly-combed hair now was reduced to messy, dark, dampened curls. The muscles of his torso were toned just enough to gain some definition, the ribs a bit stuck out on his side. And his chest…That’s a whole different story. It looked like the perfect mix of firm and soft. His hands slided on his midriff, smearing the soap on his body. Little water droplets dripped down on his arm, into the shower tray.

He stopped washing himself. He stood in the middle of the small space, tilting his forehead to the glass. Then he changed position, leaning against the wall. He slowly shaked his head, then ‘looked’ down. You heard him faintly muttering. You didn't understand his words, it was in Polish, his native language.
He slowly brought his hand down between his legs, then hesitantly grabbed on his half-hard length. He lifted his face up, letting the water hit it directly. He didn’t said it once when something gets into his eye sockets it pains him? You thought he’s secretly a masochist. Well, maybe your theory was true, since the way he held himself in his palm seemed incredibly tight, his nails digging inside his hardening flesh.

He started stroking himself at a leisurely pace, his size reaching his final length soon. He was a huge one, both in length and girth. You imagined how it would feel inside you, how would he tear you apart with that massive thing between his legs. His mouth hung slightly open, wetting his lips, lost inside his mind. His other hand tried to grab things around him, anything, you saw the frustration on his face. His teeth are biting his lip, his hips slowly move in union with his busy hand. His other hand came up to his chest, his finger sliding on one of his pink nipples. He let out a few soft, quiet gasps, and you simply just couldn’t look away. The way he fucked himself was a true eye candy. You were unable to focus on anything else.

He went on with the speed, holding his dick tightly. His right leg twitched, he threw his head backwards.
He let his thumb slowly circling over the tip, and the sight just a few meters away from you made you go crazy. Your hand slipped inside your pants, slowly rubbing your folds through the fabric of your cotton panties. It made you feel sensitive tingles across your body, you felt the blood rising up to your head at your shameful activity.
Suddenly, he incredibly speeded up. His body jerked violently, aching for the sweet release which waited for him at the end.

“I’m disgusting,” he muttered, and these two words surprised you. You always thought he’s a literal narcissistic, with how many hours he spent in the bathroom with his precious skin and hair care products, pampering himself, and how carefully he picked out his outfits. He got into fits of rage when someone ruffled his hair – he spent around thirty minutes setting it perfectly.

“It’s really… pathetic,” he continued with this vituperative language, then letting out a long, deep, shakey moan, which was unarguably the most alluring, most seducing voice you ever heard in your life.

Your expert fingers pushed your panties to the side, finding your hot, throbbing clit. You immediately sighed in relief, and you were quite stricken over how needy you were.
With another low, rich moan he came. Not just came, he literally blew in the shower cabin, his milky release spitting over the glass. The sight of his warm seed leaving his tip was something different. Watching him in this intimate yet so self loathing moment felt like violating him somehow. He stepped out from the shower, and when he turned his head to your way, you knew it was over.

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You felt the cold temperature in your toes despite the fact you were dressed up according to the freezing temperature. The snow slowly, playfully swirled in the air, coating the ground and the dark pine trees of the forest. The sky was a light, deadly gray color, the sun didn’t shone among the fluffy, white clouds. Jack said he’s going to show you something interesting. Or do something interesting, he was full of ideas about what depraved things he could do with you.

“Are we there yet?” 

“Soon”, he said, showing no signs of being cold. His skin was always cool, which seemed impossible. The perks of being a possessed, mutilated corpse of a guy.

“That’s amazing, I’m freezing cold.” You grabbed his arm harder, hoping to ease your shivering state.. 

As always, he was dressed like he’s in some kind of a fashion magazine. Wearing his black wool coat, a red knit scarf, black trousers, (black, as always) boots that reached up to his ankle, and leather gloves. He had his signature navy-blue plastic mask on. For first the empty expression scared you, but you soon got used to it.

After an empty, ten minutes of walking, you two reached an old, rickety wooden house. It was much bigger than the hunter cabin he settled in. The building emitted dark, evil, nauseating energy from inside – it was the same what you felt around Jack for the first time. It was almost like the house was hungry .

“Is this the place? It’s almost like a weird joke.”

“Yes. Do you think I joke often? Now, go inside please.”

You bowed your head when you opened the door, hoping it’s not going to fall on you.

Then you saw it. The pure, unfiltered depravity sat in the middle of the spacious hall, occupating the backside of the hallway. It was a pitch-black living mass of flesh, and it leaked something foul, it was similar to tar.

“What the…” You muttered.

“He is beautiful, right? The Black God, my Father , my Creator” his voice was filled with absolute admiration and respect. 

“This…” You quickly corrected yourself, “he is your father? Could you explain this a bit?”

“He possessed me when I grew in my human mother’s womb. He needed a vessel who continues his legacy and brings torment to the earth. He took away the soul inside me and replaced it with his own.” 

You knew Jack was insane. But this level of insane?

“This means you are some kind of a god?”

“Yes. I am God.”

He suddenly grasped your body, pinning it against his own. You were honestly scared, you couldn’t concentrate on anything else other than the monstrosity in the room and the chilliness of the winter. He yanked up his mask (then threw it away somewhere), and the next thing you realized was his freezing lips on your warm ones. His lips moved expertly on yours, you felt his sharp teeth on your skin. He taunted you – never bit down, but the threat was there. You suddenly felt those small, knife-like fangs pushing a hole in your lower lip drawing blood. He was ravenous . He dutifully lapped every drop of blood he could get, and your taste elicited small, soft, quiet gasps out of his lungs, straightly into you.

His long tongue pushed out, inside the hollow of your mouth, then pushing it down to the nearing of your throat. You wanted to gag, but you didn’t do it somehow. You swallowed the urge back. He moved it in and out, very slowly, very carefully – it was almost uncharacteristic. He suddenly let you go. You gasped, drunken from the deep, bloody kiss. On his pale cheeks your blood smeared a bit. The deep-red color on the ghostly white skin was a beautifully morbid contrast.

“Kneel down” his voice was colder than the weather – somehow. 

You nodded, then slowly kneeled down before him. Raising your head to his dead expression, you tried to read something out from his face – it was like a second mask, keeping all the emotions inside, you sometimes wondered what is his real self – because what you saw from him was definitely another one he made only for you.

“You only exist to worship me”, he murmured “only for my pleasure”. Yes, he was definitely over you, in every sense. He was a huge person, and kneeling at his feet on the icy ground made him seem much bigger.

“Open your mouth” was the next command. You obeyed, he leaned over you, his features exactly above yours. You stared into those empty, dead eye sockets. You saw nothing, just dark, grim decay. Well, if you stare  the deepness enough, it stares back.

Your tongue slightly dangled out, then he spat in your mouth. 

“Now, swallow .” you did so.

“ Strip .”

“But it’s cold. I’m going to freeze.”

“Who said you can talk? You’re not going to be cold for a long while.”

You tried to protest, trying to explain you are not a living, moving corpse who doesn’t have to worry about nature’s whims, but every word met with stone-hard resistance.

“Do it, or I have to kill you” the blood in your veins froze. Then you saw the glint of a dorky smile in the corner of his mouth, you suddenly remembered – he was just playing (well it was a bizarre game).

You decided to play along.

You leaned back, stretching out your legs slightly. Now you were in a sitting position on the wooden floor board.You pulled down the zip of your coat, laying it down on the ground, and sitting on it. The next was your hoodie, then your shirt. You were really starting to shiver in a pair of pants and a bra. You hardly brought yourself to take off your boots and your pants. You made your body free from your underwear.

You sat naked in the freezing air, and it was too cold for you to think properly. A few minutes will probably cause you hypothermia. You’re going to die. And Jack will have to grief you – a griefing, sad Jack was a weird thought, the more possible outcome was your flesh getting turned into an appetizing, gourmet dish somehow.

Your misery – on the other hand – caused extraordinary excitement for him. The thought of you sitting in the icy winter aroused him. Not just simply aroused, it literally electrified him, making him nearly wild from the desire – it was visible by the bulge in his pants. You returned to your previous position, kneeling before his legs.

"You know what you have to do" he muttered, probably preparing himself to the most pleasuring sexual experience ever in his life.

With your trembling, freezing fingers you tried to pull down the zip of his pants, without too much success. He groaned, grabbed your hand and yanked it away, unzipping his pants alone, without your help.

Tugging down his boxers, he made his member free. It seemed much bigger in a position like this – it was hanging centimeters away from your face. You palmed him, guiding his cock to your tongue. Slowly licking the tip you felt his taste, he was slightly salty but absolutely not unpleasant. You dragged your tongue up and down on his impressive length, to lubricate him further. His tip beaded precum, tasting it, the flavor was sweet due to his healthy, balanced food-intake – at least this was what you thought. After Jack comes off from his ‘I’m aGod’ high, you should ask him.

“Go on” he surged, so impatient “suck it.”

You didn’t hesitated, doing what he asked, hoping he finishes soon so you can dress up and go home. Pushing your lips down on him, you had to open your mouth further to take him. Your jaw was in serious pain and you only felt him in the back of your mouth. Drool dripped down on your chin, and felt it’s freezing – somehow. You gripped on his muscular thighs hoping he notices how cold you are. But he didn’t cared, he lost in his own pleasure.

He enveloped every sense of yours, all you could feel was him. His taste, his small, blissful gasps, the smell of him, his strong hand holding your head close to his own body. He pushed your head down to his cock, almost impaling you on his shaft. He penetrated your throat, his hips made small movements, which knocked you out from your balance, you relied on him for support.You bobbed your head, but it was hard how he blocked your air intake. 

You felt yourself tear up, you tried to breathe through your nose. The heat between your legs grew, when the tip of his shoe nudged your lips you trembled. You didn’t felt your toes, your fingers, and your limbs were numb. He decided to take things at his own pace, and while you tried to push yourself to the leather beneath you to get a small amount of satisfaction, he tugged you, and you gagged.

He came. His cum dripped down your throat, the taste was slightly metallic yet so sweet. Some dripped down on your cheeks, and your chin.

Jack helped you stand up, giving you your clothes and helping you get dressed up. He didn’t said a word, but he seemed very calm. For a while. You hoped your toes would not dry down because of hypothermia.

Your hopes were true. Your frostbite was moderate and Jack cured it perfectly.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Jack is a proper gentleman, he knows aftercare is important. He makes sure to give you a cup of water, or several if you want it. He helps you get in the shower if you feel you need it. He probably wakes you up with breakfast.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He has issues with his body, he has bad experiences with it from his childhood. Because of this, Jack has a love-hate relationship with himself. If you ask him he’s going to say his cheekbones. He loves how prominent they are, and they give him his eye-catching and handsome features. Or his lips, for the same reason. Another guess is his hands, they are so strong, and he does many things with them, it’s up to your imagination. He also loves his smooth, bone-white skin. It looks almost transparent, truly magnificent. He has no problems with the huge scar on his chest, it’s a quite intricate, detailed pattern, a demonic crest of Chernobog. Jack also got some small self-harm scars from when he was a teen suffering from eating disorder and PTSD, but he also tolerates these. Being a childhood abuse victim, he has huge scars on his back, he hates them, he always wears something that hides them. On you, it’s your ass and thighs. He’s an ass guy. But he’s polite, he will say he can’t choose.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) He comes a lot. It’s white, creamy, and it’s delicious. Thanks to his ornate diet and well-controlled food intake, he tastes slightly sweet, it’s a pleasure to swallow it down. It also tastes a bit metallic, but it’s not as bad as it sounds.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He wants to try (really) bottoming once, but between very specific conditions where still he's the one in control. Also his deepest fantasy is getting a rimjob, but he couldn’t found anyone yet who would be into it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) He’s quite experienced with many things. Cooking, murdering, cleaning, mutilating… You name it. Sex is one of them. After the sacrifice he had fun with many women, so he knows what his partner would like, but he adjusts to them.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.) He likes every position as long as he’s in control. He will probably start in missionary, and finish it from behind, depending on how passionate he feels today. If he’s tired, he lets his partner take the lead by riding him. Jack just leans back and enjoys the affection.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) He’s a very serious person, he basically thinks having sex is a very serious thing, so he doesn’t likes joking. When you found out he’s ticklish, you annoyed him a lot with this, and you can guess where this led many times.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) As everywhere, Jack is also a very well groomed, clean person down there. Usually he keeps himself cleanly shaven or short.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) As I mentioned earlier, Jack thinks sex is a serious thing between two people who love each other (except Jack doesn’t love you, he tolerates you). He's intimate, but he doesn't go overboard. He might make you a nice dinner, but don't expect getting laid on a bed decorated with flowers.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) Jack (haha) has a healthy sex drive. Whenever he feels the need he chooses you over his hand. Under the shower he jerks off sometimes when he feels like he needs it immediately.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

A list.

Impact play - he finds the whole aspect incredibly hot, as long as he hits you with his hand. Any other things like whips, paddles are a strict no-no, especially belts. He has bad memories with it. And, he's the only one who can hit.

Food play - he both loves eating and fucking, why he shouldn’t combine these two?

Praising - he’s a huge narcissist, he adores hearing how good he feels. He also loves to praise his partner, it makes him feel superior.

Anal - he’s an ass guy. He finds it nice as long as nothing goes inside him. It’s not a masculinity thing. It’s a trauma thing.

Blood - he adores the taste, he thinks it makes everything better. He loves to eat his partner out when she’s menstruating.

Erotic cannibalism - see food play. The concept of killing and eating his partner raw while they do the thing gets his blood boiling. What could I say, he’s a cannibal.

Bondage - he likes tying up his partner. He doesn’t like getting tied up. Being physically restrained is not really his cup of tea.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) His bedroom mainly (taking it's the only bedroom in his cabin, and it's much more comfortable than your basement room), he prioritizes comfort. When he feels extra horny he might get with you into the shower cabin, but it requires a huge amount of trust on his part - you will see him butt naked. He's not completely against outdoor sex, he only complains about his clothing getting dirty.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) We might know violent intrusive thoughts. For Jack this is similar when someone daydreams about their kinks. Taken Jack is a true sadist, these thoughts always bring him in the mood, but he doesn't act up these fantasies, because it usually involves mutilating or torturing his partner.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) You can't talk him into teacher-student roleplay or any type of ageplay. He's disgusted by these. He can't connect the concept of sex and teachers in his mind. Doesn't matter who plays who. Also, he hates being restrained or being powerless, nothing can go up inside him and you can't hit him. He's not into scat or watersports.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He enjoys both receiving and giving. If he's on the receiving end he might get a bit violent by getting carried away with pleasure, he also loves giving it. He has only one tongue, but it's nice and long. It feels amazing.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Depends on his mood. He might start slow, but it's rough and you will definitely feel every thrust. He only goes faster when he's close.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) He likes to enjoy every aspect of sex, also he doesn't rush things. He doesn't enjoy quickies because they are too fast-paced for his opinion.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) YES. He's an adrenaline junkie, he lives for the thrill. He literally can't feel fear. He's open to nearly everything.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Oh boy, he has godlike stamina. Usually if he really wants it he can go for a solid thirty minutes, with three, maybe four rounds. His partner is probably not going to keep up with him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) He is a toy enthusiast, he finds the concept incredibly hot. He has a fine collection of various ropes and knives (bro he's a serial killer). He has other things down in his basement like household tools, hammers, screwdrivers, they are not made for sex, but Jack would love to use ALL of them on his partners. Speaking of real toys, he has a small plug he occasionally uses on his partner. He's a pervert, but being in the middle of a forest and being an eyeless corpse he can't go out to the nearest shop.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He's a cruel, sadistic man. When he wants to torture his partner he leaves her in the middle of the act. Then he takes a shower, and goes to sleep.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Jack is not that loud, but he definitely makes noises. He's a moaning type. When he feels good he occasionally lets out those small, quiet gasps, i mean they sound very sweet. If he comes, he gets louder.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) He would rather die than get completely naked. He would never take off his shirt entirely, he doesn't want his partner to see his scars.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Well, man… He's huge. His cock doesn't have any weird colors or shapes, he doesn't even have a knot or heats, but he's a grower AND a shower. It's long, thick, slightly curved upwards. Slightly pinkish on the head, it's kinda pretty

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Jack has a low sex drive for his age. He died in his twenties, so usually his drive would be high, but he's not that type of person who gets horny often. He doesn't really think about having sex a regular day, but when his partner wants it, he usually obliges.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He doesn't need sleep, but he does it often because he likes it. His partner usually falls asleep faster, because sex is tiring, especially with him.