Z's book of Creepypasta (and related media's) One Shots

by zstetchz

Summary:

So I, being the absolutely silly guy that I am, have decided to write a one shot book (alongside a bigger work [I'm not abandoning ANULWY, I promise <3])! I'll update this as I get more ideas or more requests! Either or! But be warned, this is going to be a very mixed one shot book, the first few chapters might be smut, but there will be fluff shots, hurt/comfort shots, and hopefully many others :3! Please enjoy your read!

Notes:

Alrighty, first chapter here we go!

Summary: You had been on a team with Toby for quite a while now, and you might even dare to say that the two of you had gotten rather close with each other. Now you two are finally heading out on a mission on your own; just a simple retrieval mission for an item or two. You two have plenty of time before you have to be back to the manor, what's the rush?~

Tags for this chapter: Toby Rogers, Ticci Toby, Oral, Food Sex, Road Trip, Microwave S'mores, P4P: Proxy for Proxy, gn reader, Summer Sex, No microwaves were harmed in this chapter, the incorrect use of a smore, one bed, he values verbal consent

Note: I know that this is probably a bit inaccurate due to the lack of ticks being mentioned on Toby's part. I experience (very mild) ticks, and just feel a bit awkward about writing them in during a one shot that is focused on nsfw content. I promise in more fluffy ones, the ticks will probably come up, it just didn't feel like the right move for this chapter.

This lil one shot is partly dedicated to a friend of mine who loves Toby as much as (or even a little bit more than) I do. I am so sorry bestie-

Also- sorry if there are any little typos that I missed, I fever typed this during a zoom call and then was distressed when I went to post it and Ao3 was temporarily down ;0;

Chapter 1: Ticci Toby/Reader: I want s'more of you (Smut/Lemon)

Another mission, another road trip.

It had been about five hours on the road, the Alabama summer heat was finally cooling down as the sun started to set. Your back was killing you from being glued to the leather seats of the rusty pickup truck you and Toby were renting. It was uncomfortably sticky from the sweat running off your skin. It didn't help that the goddamn air conditioning was broken, and the windows barely rolled down past the halfway mark. “Toby,” you whined, “Can we please find a gas station or something? I gotta get out of this cab and stretch my legs for at least a minute.”

“Oh come on, don't be such a baby.” He huffed, the driving was definitely getting to him too. He was slouched over the wheel trying to stretch out his back; although he couldn't feel pain, he could definitely feel restless. On top of that, heat was something that never really bothered him but it was really getting to him today. There was just something about being stuck in a hot truck, driving for hours on end, that was starting to get to him. Toby started to sit up a bit to unzip his worn out hoodie, barely holding onto the wheel, shrugging it off of his shoulders exposing his tank top. “The motel isn't that much further, you can wait.” He stated, struggling to get his hoodie off past his shoulders, grunting as he tried to keep at least a few fingers on the wheel. “Can you at least do me a favor and tug this off for me?”

Admittedly, you hadn't fully been paying attention to him, favoring to look out the window and ignore him, since he wouldn't make a pit stop. You glanced over to him when he asked for your help, and you felt a slight heat rise to your cheeks as you just sat and stared at him for a few minutes. It was slightly embarrassing to admit, but he had an extremely nice build to him. Over the past few years of doing anything and everything for Slenderman, he had gotten in a lot of physical labor; making him toned, he was a nice sight for the eyes. Your eyes wandered to where his triceps were barely poking out of his hoodie sleeves when he snipped at you.

“Earth to jackass?” He huffed as he glanced over at you. “Stop looking at me like a tool and just grab my jacket.”

That snapped you out of your thoughts quickly as you scrambled to grab his jacket, and help him slip it off. “Finally,” He grumbled. “Thanks.” He murmured while reaching up and pulling his mask off with one hand. It was rare to see him without one of his signature clothing items, let alone both of them. His brown hair fell against his exposed cheeks, slightly clinging to his skin from the sweat running down. His hair had gotten shaggier over the years; he didn't really care about cutting it, and even if he did, he wouldn't trust anyone in the manor with a pair of scissors that close to his head. Regardless, his hair as it was oddly fit him and his aesthetic.

The two of you kept on the road for another hour; despite Toby insisting to you that the motel was only another five minutes away every five minutes for the past hour. Eventually, with enough of your complaining, Toby relented and pulled over to a nearby gas station, insisting he needed gas anyways. When you had parked, he grabbed his wallet and handed you some cash before throwing his mask back on. “You can go in, put that all on our pump. If you want some snacks use your own money or I swear to everything-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it, keep your pants on.” You huffed as you peeled yourself off of the old truck seats. The sound made you cringe as you popped open your door. Your legs ached as your feet hit the pavement, “Fucking Christ-” your hissed as you took the few steps up to the gas station doors. Your back was screaming in stiffness; you couldn't wait to get to that motel.

It seemed to be your typical mom-n-pop gas station, the kind that were scattered around the back roads that you frequented, and had probably been owned by the same family since the '60s. The automatic doors slowly slid open, sounding like fly traps being peeled apart, their tracks being sticky with too many substances to count. You walked right over to the counter, just handing Toby's cash over to the exhausted looking cashier, giving the pump number, before turning on your heel to explore the store.

Your stomach growled. Snacks. You spotted the rows of snacks right beside the drink coolers and quickly walked up and down them, getting a general idea of what they had around first before making any choices. They had a bigger sweet selection than they did of its salty counterpart. Thankfully you and Toby both had a bit of a sweet tooth.

Scanning the sweet rows for a second time, you found a few things that caught your eye; discounted marshmallows, mini chocolate bars, and gram crackers. Microwave s’mores sounded great right now. It had become a small tradition between you and Toby to make them any time you went to a new motel; at least this time you wouldn't have Tim or Brain on your backs saying that it was a waste of cash, while stuffing their faces with jerky, cigarettes and vapes. You gladly grabbed the needed sweets, a random bag of chips, and two energy drinks, before making your way back up to the counter top, making your purchase.

After getting your change, you headed back out to the truck where Toby was just finishing up pumping gas. He spotted the bag in your hand and raised a brow at you as you hopped into the truck cab. “What'd you get?” Toby asked curiously, poking his head into his open driver-side door.

“Just some junk,” you stated, wanting to keep the s'mores a surprise for now, before pulling out both of the energy drinks that you bought. “But I grabbed you one of these.”

“Aww, you love me,” Toby jokingly teased as he grabbed one of the drinks from you, cracking it open as he returned to the pump, finishing off the truck as he took a gulp off of it.

Soon enough you two were back on the road, listening to random white-girl songs from 2010 and thriving while screaming along to the words. It was another forty-five minutes before you got to the motel; you swear if it had been any longer your back would've just locked up and never let you leave that truck. Toby went ahead of you and checked in for you both, leaving you to grab your matching duffle bags from the bed of the truck. He came back out of the front office, key in hand as he grabbed his discarded jacket from the front seat. He waited for you to get everything before leading you down the row of doors until he stopped in front of the door to your room for the night. He was quick to unlock it, sighing in relief. “I can't wait to fucking sleep,” he groaned while walking into the room and falling face first onto the bed.

You set down the bags on the floor, stretching out a bit as you nodded in agreement. Shutting the door behind you, you glanced around the room; pretty standard for what you both had gotten used to. One bed, a bathroom, a shitty box tv from the 90's, and the holy grail, the microwave. A soft grin lined your lips as you grabbed the bag from the gas station and plopping it in front of Toby's face, which was buried in the sheets. “You can sleep later,” you stated playfully as he perked up, glancing at the bag in front of him. “We need to eat something right?”

Toby huffed as he sat up, opening the bag. It took him a second to realize, but when he did, the biggest smile lined his lips as he looked over to you. “You remembered, you sentimental mother-fucker,” he teased as he dropped the bag on the bed, pulling you over for a sweat-filled hug.

“Toby, get off me! You are drenched!” You protested as he only held you tighter, leaving you to squirm in his embrace as he laughed.

“No way I am letting go of you now, now I know that you loooooovee me.” He teased as he gave you an extra squeeze.

Your face felt red as he teased you, hoping that he really was just teasing you, and not that your feelings for him were actually apparent.

That hope was soon smushed out by a single small action from him. He pressed a soft kiss to your jaw, licking some of the sweat off your cheek. “Toby! You're fucking disgusting!” You complained more as he chuckled in your ear; all low and seductive like.

“But you like me like this, don't you, y/n? You secretly do at least.” He purred, so surely of himself. You freezed up in his arms, glancing up at him with wide eyes that only made him laugh more. “You really think I couldn't tell? I might be an idiot sometimes, but I'm not fully oblivious. I see the way you look at me; I was just waiting for you to get some balls and tell me yourself. But oh well,” He rambled on, snickering at your expression of embarrassment.

“Was it that obvious to you?”

“Oh? You don't even want to try denying it?” He joked with that shit eating grin that annoyed you in the best kind of way.

“Well now you're just being a jackass.” You murmured as you looked away from him.

He snickered as an idea came to mind. Without another word he shoved you back to lay on the bed. “We don't have to be up early tomorrow,” He started off, peeling off his tank top and belt. “Why don't we have a bit of fun relaxation?~” He suggested as he crawled over top of you. The heat burning your cheeks was enough to show him how much you were understanding his basic offer; but he didn't proceed for a moment, cupping your face with a grin. “Is that a yes, honey?” It took you a moment, but you were able to choke out a yes; he didn't hesitate to flip you over.

Now that you were face down, Toby was using his belt to make make-shift handcuffs; that were then placed onto your wrists, nice and tight. He looked down at you as you slightly squirmed, he could get used to seeing you like this. A soft chuckle came from him as he leaned down, his chest grazing against your back. He was just barely hovering above you at this point; you could feel his erection slightly touch your ass as he let out a shaky breath. “This is going to be so much fucking fun.” He murmured to himself as his tank top was soon tied around your eyes as a blindfold.

He then got off of you and went rummaging through the bag that you had brought back from the gas station. He had plans for those snacks. His footsteps drifted from the bedside towards another part of the room, where you then heard the microwave open, followed by a few button beeps. He then came back over to the bed, flipping you onto your back as he got on top of you again; pressing soft kisses onto your neck, trailing down to your collarbone where he started to turn those soft kisses into soft bites. A few soft sounds of pleasure left you as you tried to restrain yourself, from what you could tell this was only the beginning of a long night to come, no use in wasting too many sounds too quickly.

A soft chuckle came from Toby as his hands found their way to your shorts, teasingly slipping his fingers under the waistband to fidget with the hem of your underwear. It wasn't long before he confiscated both items of clothing and tossed them aside, letting his hands graze along your soft skin. “You feel as soft as a marshmallow, honey~” He cooed as he pulled away from your neck and adjusted himself. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as one~” He thought aloud before you felt his pierced tongue lick up the center of your genitals, sending shivers throughout your body.
“Sensitive?” He teased as his hands gripped onto your hips.

“Sh-shut the fuck u-up.” You huffed with a shaky breath, just to be followed by a gasp as he started to suck on you, his tongue pressing against the more sensitive spots as he did so.
“Sh-shit~...” You let out a breathy moan as his hands lovingly felt you up. You could feel him staring at you all the while, taking careful notes on exactly what touches could make you twitch.

After a few minutes of teasingly slow oral, the microwave in the room started beeping, making you slightly jump in surprise. Toby snickered as he pulled away from you, a whine leaving your lips in response. “Don't worry, I'll be right back over.” He said teasingly as he walked back over to the microwave, opening it and taking whatever was inside it out. When he got closer to the bed, you could hear him set down a plate as well as the zipper on his jeans sliding down.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you slightly squirmed in your restraints, more than just a little curious to know what your teammate was up to.

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head over, just hold on for a minute.” Toby stated with a chuckle as you could hear his jeans (and presumably boxers) hit the floor. He crawled back onto the bed, and maneuvered you to now be laying with your chest on your knees before he got back up, grabbing the plate from the nightstand. The room was relatively silent for a moment; the only sound being heard were Toby's faint snickers as he did god knows what. Soon, his hand gently caressed your cheek, “Do me a favor and open up, honey~” He cooed at you, and before you knew it you felt the tip of his dick gently prodding against your lips. It stunned you for a moment, but you soon parted your lips, letting him in as a soft sigh left his mouth. “Fuck~” He mumbled as his hand moved from your cheek to your hair, taking a fistful to hold onto as he guided you to bob your head up and down his shaft.

Something was off about this though; he tasted sweet. Too sweet. Like a sugary sweetness.
And that's when it hit you, Toby had heated up some of the chocolate and marshmallows and rubbed the combo along his dick. Why he did that, you could never guess, but it wasn't a terrible idea.

His pants filled the room as you proceeded to completely clean his dick of all the sticky residue, nice and slow. His grip on your hair only got tighter with each slide. It wasn't long before he decided to pick up the pace; his dick going down your throat slightly as this turned into a full blown face fucking session. You soon started to gag at the pace, and he restrained himself, pulling out and letting you cough away the sensation.

He removed his tank top from your eyes, and as the light of the room flooded your vision you got a very nice view of his figure; god was he a fucking perfect specimen. His dick twitched as he looked down at you, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you to lay flat on your back before he leaned down to grab something from his jean pocket. Thankfully, he pulled out a condom and quickly slipped it on.

He looked back over to you with a grin. “I think you and I have both had enough of the foreplay, don't you think?~” He teased, glancing at your dripping lower half. He put a bit of extra spit on his hand, slathering it onto the condom as a slight bit of extra lubrication before positioning at your hole. “Are you ready for this, honey?~” He asked softly, his hands gently gripping at your hips once more. With a soft nod from you, he slowly pressed himself in, groaning as he felt your walls squeezing around him.

He didn't wait for long before his hormones and arousal got the better of him; he started slamming into you, making you take his full length with each thrust, balls deep. The moans that you had been holding back from earlier were now rolling off of your tongue, moaning out his name as he made your entire body feel so much pleasure. “Oh baby, don't stop saying my name, it sounds perfect falling off your lips,” he moaned out in between thrusts, lightly smacking your thigh at the end.

It wasn't long before so many of those deep, rough, thrusts made you feel close to exploding. “Toby!~ Fuck- T-toby~... I'm g-gonna cum!~” You mewled through whiny moans, just waiting to let that tight knot burst inside you.

“Fuck~ Me too, honey~” He purred in your ear as his thrusts started to get messy, his dick throbbing as he barely managed to speed up. After a handful more thrusts, the two of you reached your respective climaxes, and he added in a few softer thrusts just to ride out his high on you.

He panted as he pulled out, leaning down to press a few soft kisses to your lips before getting up to toss out the condom and slip on his boxers. He stumbled back over to the bed, freeing you of his belt before laying down next to you as you caught your breath.

“In the morning,” he started off softly, as a small yawn followed, “Let's make the rest of those s'mores.” He murmured before the both of you curled up in each other and drifted off.

Chapter 2: Laughing Jack/Male!Reader: Funhouse Fun (Smut/Lemon)

Summary:

Stumbling along an older trail, you find yourself walking for an hour before you started to hear strange music in the distance. Circus music. Out of curiosity you follow it, only to find what looks to be a run down circus. It feels oddly familiar. Whatever could lay inside it?

Tags Specific to this chapter: Size Kink, Sex Toys, Clown Fucking, Mirror Sex, Foreplay, Fun House Fucking, gay clown, incorrect use of a funhouse, reader has a penis, I might be cringe but i am free

Notes:

Alright, this is the one that I was waiting for LJ is one of my absolute favorite creepypasta's. I had a great time self-indulging in this one; hope all you clown fuckers enjoy ;). This chapter is a lil silly goofy- I might be cringe, but I am free.

 

Also, tiny bit of promo for a friend! She is currently rewriting Creeps! That one really old webcomic about LJ and Will Grossman, but in a fic format! I highly recommend it, she is so talented and an upcoming chapter that I have been beta reading have actually made me cry 3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48945301/chapters/123479506

It was a grey, cloudy, bleary day when you decided to head out of your house for some fresh air. It had been a while since you went on a stroll by yourself, things had just been so busy lately, so goddamn stressful too. You had lived in a rural area for most of your life, and now that you were in college, you were grateful for the relaxing area. You just needed an hour or two away from your laptop, to clear your mind before trying to finish an assignment that was due in a few days.

 

You only lived a few walking minutes away from a local trail head, and even though it was overcast, the weather was perfect for a nice walk. Pausing at the trail map, you glanced it over, trying to see which one was the longest. After picking one, you went on your way down the trail, one earbud in as you listened to a playlist that filled you with nostalgia. It was the playlist that you had made all the way back in middle school; specifically when you were in your “alternative” phase. It was chocked full with all of the best bands of the time that you would blast while curled up with a good online horror story. Admittedly, as you got older you somewhat missed those days; you didn't miss being a lonely, weird kid, but you missed the nights that you would thrive on Creepypasta's, music, and Monster Energy.

 

The music filled your head as you walked for a solid thirty minutes before coming up to a fork in the path. Which direction was the one for your trail? You couldn't remember, and now you were left wishing that you had taken a picture of the trail map. You figured either path could be fine, but something about the path on your left was calling to you. It wasn't the tidier of the two paths, but that was it's charm. Roots were overgrown and rocks jaggedly poked out of the earth of the path. Oh yeah, that's the path you wanted. You went down it without a second thought, your curiosity getting the better of you.

 

Another thirty minutes of music filled walking passed before you started wondering exactly how long this trail was. You were about to turn around and leave when you heard something outside of your earbud. Pulling out your earbud, and shoving it into your pocket, you heard something alright; something very unexpected. Faint circus music. It sounded like it was coming from a bit further down the path, what was the harm in going just a little further? You followed the music, keeping an eye out for any clearings that it might be coming from.

 

After a while of twists and turns, and the path getting denser, you came across a tree line where the music was now sounding the loudest that it had been for the entire walk. You hesitated for a moment, thinking about what you were actually doing; leaving the assumed safety of a trail in search of a circus- middle school you was thriving and encouraging you to continue on. Your feet pulled you along through the thick foliage as branches tried to cling onto you.

 

Pulling away from the last branch of the tree line you now saw it; a grand (albeit worn down) abandoned circus ground, filled with tents and stalls that look like they hadn't been touched in at least ten years. But that wasn't the only off thing about the tents, they were all monochrome. Whites, dusty-greys and blacks covered the place over in a dreary mood. Despite your better judgement, you decided to look around. If there was music then there had to at least be one person there, maybe they could direct you back to the path that you were originally on.

 

Pebbles crunched together under your feet as you investigated the various booths; toys falling apart and molding at most of the prize-games, broken bottles all over the place, rotten carnival food that not even the animals would touch- delightful.

 

Eventually you made your way over to the largest tent in the center of the fair grounds, finding the source of the music. A vintage gramophone spinning away in the very core of the tent, on the stage, played the familiar music on repeat with a piece of paper hooked to the speaker. You wandered through the stands towards the ancient looking music player, the paper stuck to it stood out- it looked very new, in comparison to everything else in the tent. Hesitantly, you grabbed the paper, unfolding it to see sloppy handwriting, in what looked to be in black crayon.

 

“Enter the realm where mirrors bend,
Twists and turns around each bend.
Laughter echoes, secrets hide,
In a world where paths collide.
Through mirrors twisted, you must roam,
In a house of fun, I've found my home.
Reflections play and laughter swirls,
Find me where the maze unfurls.”

 

“What the fuck?” You mumble to yourself, reading it over another time or two trying to figure out what exactly is going on. You head told you that you were absolutely insane and should just leave now, but your curiosities were getting the better of you. What if this was left here for you? What if it wasn't? At this point you didn't care, you just wanted to figure out where this was telling you to go. “Where mirrors bend... In a house of fun- oh- I'm an actual idiot. Of course it means the damn funhouse.” You murmur under your breath as you pocket the note and set out of the tent in search of the funhouse.

 

Walking around the fair grounds, you started to feel disoriented, passing by the opening to the main tent at least three times before you actually came across the funhouse. The sign was barely holding onto the front of the small shack-like building, the wood was splintering away at every edge and the old paint was faded, it was barely readable. The funhouse was covered in black and white swirls, twisting like tentacles across the old wood. The steps leading up to the door creaked with each of your steps, groaning from so many years of being neglected. The glint of the worn door nob caught your eye, despite it being slightly rusted, it looked to be the cleanest part on the exterior of the funhouse, like someone used it often despite the circus being seemingly abandoned. Your hand gripped the cold metal nob, turning it to slowly open the door, taking a peek inside before fully committing to entering. It was almost pitch black inside the funhouse, there didn't seem to be any windows on any of the walls; seems that you'll need some kind of extra light.

 

Pulling out your phone, you turned on the flashlight as you closed the door behind you. You began to walk through the main hallway, shining your light onto the walls. The walls were a deep maroon, adorned with various doors and mirrors. “Hello?” You called out as you continued on, your light bouncing around the house, hitting mirror after mirror, illuminating your way. “I found a note in the main tent. Is there anyone here?”

 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw something shadowy fling itself across the hall, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut. Your head whipped around trying to catch whoever was there, but no one was there. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you stared at the door that has slammed shut, seemingly by itself. Your feet decided to move without too many thoughts passing, your hand reaching out to grab the shimmery nob of the door. But your hand hesitated, slowly pulling away just to knock on the door softly. “Hello?” You called out again; your call was met with some kind of giggling on the other side of the dark oak door.

 

“What's the password?~” A voice called out, ringing in giddiness.

 

The voice sounded odd definitely. But odd in a familiar sense. You couldn't place it at first, but it struck you in a certain way that made you pause.

 

“What?” You asked in bewilderment staring at the door, seeing if the person on the other side would clarify what they meant by that.

 

“If you want to come inside and play with me, you need the passcode~” The voice rang out once more, chuckling afterwards. “Would you like a hint?” They asked coyly.

 

Your better judgement told you to leave right then, that this was all a terrible idea and you shouldn't have looked into the strange note in the first place. “Yeah, give me a hint.” You stated, staring at the door, your heart racing at what could possibly be on the other side of the dark oak.

 

“Oh goodie, I was hoping that you would say that.” Laughter rang out from your new found “pal”, before they cleared their throat to speak once more.
“I'm a place for childhood dreams,
Filled with treasures, it seems.
In me, you'll find joy and fun,
But to enter, you need the right one.
What am I, and what's the key?
Think of play and you will see.”

 

This riddle was a little bit more difficult than the last, leaving you to think for a moment. “This better be worth the amount of concentration I'm using right now.” You joked as you leaned against the wall in thought.

 

“Oh I promise you, if you like fun it will be more than worth it~” The voice called out in a teasingly seductive tone that made the hair on your arms raise. It was only now that you believed you recognized the voice. Was it- no, no it couldn't be... Could it? The voice sounded just like the voice assigned to one of your middle school, fictional, crushes; Laughing Jack. Thinking about it, the surrounding circus fit his aesthetic to a tea, but was he actually real? And if he was were you sure that you wanted to meet him?

 

All rationality went right out the window as the horny nostalgia came washing over you. You used to pop a boner over his voice in comic dubs alone, but thinking about the real deal? Your arousal clouded your judgement as you wracked your brain over the password riddle; you needed to get in there. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the hell...” You nervously murmured to yourself in a panic. A place of childhood dreams? Filled with treasures? It clicked, “Toybox! Toybox! That's the password!” You exclaimed all too excitedly as you stared at the door in anticipation.

 

“Congratulations! That is exactly right, my dear~” He cooed, opening the door for you to come along into the dark room. Which you did without even a second thought. “Eager for a prize, aren't you?~” He teased as he shut the door behind you and turned on the light. “Hello there~”

 

You turned to look up at him, your face burning as a loopy grin spread over your lips; it was him, he was real. “H-hi there, Jack.” You murmured with a small, nervous wave. He towered over you, if you had to guess he was at least seven-and-a-half feet tall. His shaggy black hair fell over his feathery shoulder accents as he looked you over, up and down.

 

“You're awful short for a young man, aren't you?~” He cooed, running a striped tongue over his shark-like teeth, looking at you with a certain hunger in his eyes.

 

“I-I'm not that- that short, a-am I?” You asked as he leaned down to be at eye-level with you.

 

“Well, quite a lot shorter than me~” He teased with a chuckle, a clawed hand reaching out to shake yours. “But, no matter. You seem to have heard of me, haven't you?”

 

You nodded your head as you took his hand, trembling as you shook it. He took the opportunity to drag you closer to him, earning a squeak of surprise out of you, causing him to chuckle a bit further. “I could just eat you up, handsome~” He growled as he studied your face; your face didn't display a type of fear that he was used to. You were afraid but in a sexually ambiguous way, and it seemed to make ideas crawl around his mind. “Let's have some fun, shall we?~” He teased while tugging you along further into the room.

 

He sat you down in a chair, grinning like a mad man as he drooled over you, staring into your eyes for a short while. “You'll be my own little plaything, won't you?” He asked with a laugh. Before you had a chance to answer in any manner, he exposed some crude leather restraints that were attached to the arms of the chair you were now sat it; tying your wrists down tight before taking a step back to admire this moment.

 

“J-Jack? Wh-what are you p-planning?” You asked hesitantly, looking up at his face; an oddly rainbowed gradient appearing on his cheeks- was he blushing?

 

“Nothing that you need to worry your precious little head about. We're going to have a great time.” He promised as he strided over to one of the corners of the room, grabbing a black box. He set the box down at your feet before sitting behind it on his knees. Just having him sit like that around you was enough to make your dick become a problem in your jeans. He paid you no mind though as he opened the box, rummaging through its contents before pulling out the unexpected; a vibrator.

 

You felt your face burning as he grinned up at you, device in one hand, as his free hand reached over to start undoing the button of your jeans. “I think you look as excited as I feel, pretty boy~” He teased, yanking your pants away just enough to expose your boxers and hard-on. You swallowed hard at the exposure, staring at Jack with wide eyes, watching his every movement closely. He smirked as he flicked on the vibrator, highest setting first, “Now then, I won't keep you waiting that much longer, but, I think we should test out my other toys first~” He cooed, placing the vibrator against your cock, sending a wave of shock throughout your body, followed by waves of pleasure.

“Oh fuck!~” You mewled out as he rubbed the vibrator over your bulge. Your sounds enticed Jack, immensely.

 

“Oh such a naughty word!” He teased, pulling away the vibrator, making your body twitch from the lack of stimulation. He tutted at you as he stood up, hearing you whimper softly from the deprivation, “I think that naughty boys like you don't deserve play time.” He stated with a fake frown, just to see what kind of reaction you would give him.

 

“Wh-what? N-no! Please- I'll behave!” You quickly blurted out, causing his smile to return full swing.

 

“Oh you will?~ That's a good boy~” He growled as he leaned over to you, pressing the vibrator back against your clothed dick. You barely got out a mewling moan before his free hand grabbed your face and tilted your head up to start kissing your lips; his crashing into yours with excitement. His long tongue caressing your lower lip before forcing it's way into your mouth, slithering around, making its way down your throat until you started to gag. The mixture of the sounds of pleasure from you, paired with your gagging only fueled Jack's lust.

 

His hand dropped from your face, wandering to fidget with his suspenders, letting his pants fold to the floor before kicking them off. A small click was soon heard as he pulled away from you, drool falling from your mouths and adorning both of your chins. It was then when you saw it; his nine-inch, black-and-white striped dick, standing fully erect. He pulled away the vibrator from you once again, this time flicking it off and tossing it back into the black box on the floor. You couldn't help but stare and fidget as he wiped the drool from your chin. “Such a messy little boy, aren't you?~” He teased as his eyes stared into yours. “Why don't I make you even more of a mess? Hmm?~”

 

Before you answered, Jack was undoing your restraints, rambling on as he did so. “Do you like it? I made the installment myself.” He stated, motioning to his dick and the button on his hip- that definitely explained the click from earlier.

 

“You- you made that?”

 

“Of course I did, I didn't come with it, silly boy~” He cooed in your ear before tugging you up to your feet, and fully removing the rest of your lower halves clothing for you. “Now I think that is enough chatter out of the both of us- for now.” He stated playfully, snickering as he reached back into the black box on the floor, grabbing a bottle of lube and smearing the contents along his shaft.

 

That was going in you; and honestly- you weren't nervous about it, you wanted it despite the pain that it might bring.

 

While you were caught up in your thoughts, Jack grabbed your wrists and spun you around to have your back to him before grabbing your hips and yanking you close. “Uppsy daisy~” He teased, lifting you before adjusting to hold you up by your thighs.

 

“J-jack!” You yelped in surprise, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his arms to feel more stable.

 

“Oh don't worry, sweetheart~ Jacky's gotcha~” He cooed closely in your ear.

 

You took as breath, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the first thrust, you noticed that you both were in front of a large mirror; a surprisingly a normal looking mirror for a fun house. You soon glanced down a bit on the mirror, now having a clear view of Jack's dick about to start prodding at you. “Isn't the mirror nice?~” Jack asked with a teasing coo. “Now you can watch just how messy I'm about to make you~” He panted as he then started to push his way inside you.

 

Your moans filled the fun house as Jack went surprisingly slow, easing you down all the way to his base; despite the hungered panting filling your ears. He let you have a moment once he was fully in, but no more than a moment before he started to buck up into you, thrusting hard and fast. “Oh fuck~ You feel so much better than any toy in that box~” Jack moaned out as he watched you through the mirror, studying how your face contorted with each thrust. “You're so much prettier too~” He stated before licking your neck, and nestling in to bite down on your skin; to mark you as his own little fuck toy, to play with whenever he wanted, however he wanted.

 

The more sounds you made, the more he wanted to fuck more noise out of you. He plowed you with absolutely no mercy, filling your body with more pleasure than you had ever felt in your life. Your dick was dripping with precum as it bounced along with his movements. Let's be honest here; you were more then content being mercilessly fucked by one of your teenage crushes, it was like a dream.

 

Sadly, sex can only last so long when the pleasure is this intense. “J-jack!~ Fuck!~ Oh- sh-shit, I'm- I'm about to bust!~” You mewled out as your toes curled from the pleasure. This only gave him the encouragement to fuck you harder. He was honestly close too, you could hear it in his muffled moans against your shoulder; he wanted you to feel just as good as you had been making him feel.

 

“Al-alright bay doll~ C-cum for me~” He barely managed to murmur in your ear without it being broken up but grunts and pants of desperation.

 

It wasn't much more than five more thrusts before the both of you finished; your cum spurting out onto the mirror while Jack's “cum” filled you up to the brim, leaving some leaking out of you as he remained inside for an extra moment to catch his breath. He soon started to shake a little bit, slowly pulling out of you as he brought you both to the floor, holding you close as you continued to pant.

 

“That was... An addicting game.” Jack murmured through shaky breaths as he curled around you, nuzzling against your hair as your eyes dared to flutter shut. “I think I'm going to keep you, dolly~” He purred as you drifted off to sleep, shockingly content in his embrace.

Chapter 3: Jeff the Killer/Gender Neutral Reader: Stopped into a Church (Smutshot)

Summary:

I genuinely do not know what to say for this one if I am being so honest-

I got a wonderful request from lotus_0666 on the last chapter which reminded me that I even had an ao3 account- but! This means that I should at least update a little more again before I forget about it again lol.

SO regardless, I take no responsibility for this fic- and I am so sorry Lotus- I hope this is satisfactory XD

"This is all your fuckin' fault, fuckin bitch," Jeff drunkenly hissed, spit falling from his grit teeth as he pulled you up by your jacket, out of the mud puddle that you had stumbled into. Well, honestly puddle was putting it rather lightly; you had basically fallen first into a small mud pit, and got yourself coated. At least it was raining as your drunken eyes stayed on your partner.

 

Your mind felt like it was sloshing as you thought about the nights activities up until this point, while being hoisted up onto his strong shoulder; his grumbling muffled by the fog of recollection, a torrential downpour and alcohol in your stomach.

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"Would you hurry the hell up?" Jeff rolled his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at you, "Happy hour starts in fifteen minutes, and I'd rather not get there half way through the hour just because you want to walk like a snail and look at your phone." He grunted at you, stopping to let you close the gap between you two.

 

"Sorry- I was just checking the news-" You attempted a half-hearted apology to your boyfriend, slipping your phone back into your pocket, before he cut you off.

 

"Why? There ain't nothin' on there worth much." The uninformed killer scoffed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you into his side to make you keep pace with him as he continued on walking.

 

"I'm trying to make sure that we have been covering our tracks well enough." You slightly spat, glaring up at your boyfriend, and partner-in-crime, as your feet followed along the same old road, in the same old town to the same old bar with dark lighting and half-decent drinks, where they only take cash, and never question the bloodstains. "You got a little reckless with our last job." You added with a slight smirk, looking ahead as you remembered the 'look' of anger on your eldritch bosses face.

 

"Eh, who the hell cares? It isn't like I'm actually ever gonna get caught." Jeff stated pridefully as he shot you his own spiteful smirk. "How many years have I been at it now? Hm? I wanna hear you say it, babe~" He cooed with venom in his voice.

 

"I don't fuckin' know Jeff. Since 2011 I guess?" You huffed, crossing your arms as the pair of you finally reached the bar, and he stopped you before you could grab the handle, making you look at him and his shit eating grin.

 

"Exactly! That's over a decade of murders, hun. If they were gonna get me, they would have by now. So, stop fuckin' questioning my choices on jobs. Got it?" He grunted as you gave him a begrudging nod. "Mhm, that's what I thought. Now, let's just have a decent night out for once." Jeff added as he grabbed the handle, opening the door for you as he gently pushed you inside.

 

He pulled you along to your normal table, a nice and dim corner slightly further away from the others, just as the sun started to set outside; making your dim corner even darker.

 

Sometimes you missed being normal. Not having to always double check the news, having to sit in the shadows, hell- you even missed going into more busy places. But, this was the life you signed up for with the man that you adored; despite every argument and bicker. You knew you both loved each other dearly, but were both absolutely dog-shit at showing it.

 

It didn't take long for the drinks to start flowing, Jeff slowly got more comfortable in his seat, letting his foot start to nudge at your ankle playfully. By the third drink you were both snickering a bit at the idea of making out in the bathroom as it started to crackle with lightning outside; but for now neither of you cared as your fourth drinks came along. Once Jeff had gotten half-way through his fourth, he finally noticed the sound of a downpour hitting the old bar roof, "God fuckin' damnit... Was just starting to enjoy your company, but now it's fuckin' rainin'." Jeff hissed as his words ever so slightly slurred, his hazy eyes looking out the nearby window with a groan. "I knew we... We shouldn'ta gone out tonight." He grunted as he started to slowly pull out cash from his wallet, counting it as his foot withdrew from your ankle. "Dumb fuckin'... never listens to me." He mumbled under his breath, not processing that you could still hear him through your inebriation.

 

A frown tugged at the corners of your mouth as you sadly drew away into your seat, nursing your final drink as a slight anger grew where sadness was about to. Wonderful ideas come to drunk minds. Of course they do. And what, just so happened, to be your brilliant, drunken, idea?

You got up from your seat as Jeff was paying you no mind as he recounted a few of the bills, trying his best to figure out how to best cover the bill. You scanned the few other patrons with drink in hand, before finally spotting a man that you know would do just the trick for your brilliant idea.

 

It took Jeff more than just a minute to notice you were gone, admittedly; but once he looked up from the dollars in his hands to ask you to count, his eyes widened at your empty seat. He quickly began glancing around, looking for traces of you, and for a spilt second he almost thought that he had gone too hard on you lately- but, that thought was quick to fade once he spotted you. Laughing, without a care in the world, touching some random, brunette man; a man who definitely did not know Jeff, but looked enough like one of his 'prized' coworkers that he was always jealous of. If only he had his knife on him.

 

Jeff stumbled up from his seat as he stormed over into the slightly brighter side of the bar, coming right up behind you and hip-checking you out of the conversation with your stranger. Your poor, innocent, by-standing, stranger. He was quick to try and apologize, saying that he didn't want a fight, but it was too late for that now wasn't it? Didn't matter if this *stranger* wanted a fight or not, Jeff wanted a fight. And Jeff always did get what he wanted, now didn't he?

 

Your boyfriend grabbed the victim by his shirt, quickly shoving his back against the nearby wall as the bartender on tonight watched the pair like a hawk. An ex-military man of some magnitude would be your best guess- but for now, you were snapped from your drunkenness enough to think at least half-straight for a moment. "Jeff- wait- I was just playing! I was gonna play a joke I-"

 

"SHUT IT, Y/N," Jeff snapped at you with a slight growl, winding his fist back.

 

"HEY," The bartender barked as he jumped across the bar to split the two men up himself, shoving Jeff back as he did so. "We don't fuckin' fight in my bar. You've had too damn much, so get- come back another fuckin' day." He growled as he corralled the arguing pair of you out the door, kicking you both to the sopping wet streets.

 

"...Jeff..." You attempted to start off softly between hiccups and the looming threat of bile poking the back of your throat. "Jeff listen... I fucking swear," you gasped between words and hiccups as the rain was quick to get you both absolutely drenched. "I just... I wanted you to act like you cared- and hey- I got that! I'm sorry- I am- please-" Your apology quickly got quieter as your boyfriend slowly stepped closer until he was fully looming over you; damn that freakish height of his. He just stood there for a time, staring at you with drunken eyes that you couldn't tell if they were angry or not. But, the anxiety that he might be grew in your chest as he just continued to silently stare.

 

"You... You fucking, whorish brat-" Jeff finally grunted at you as he grabbed your wrists to start dragging you 'home'.

 

"HEY- I just apologized?! How the hell is that being a brat?!" You barked as you attempted to drag your feet, struggling against his strength.

 

But despite your argument and struggling, he continued to just silently pull you along, ignoring the sickness that he was starting to feel in the pit of his stomach.

 

The two of you struggled along in the rain. It was easy enough to pull you along the streets like this, your shoes were well worn and the traction had seen better days, so the rubber slightly glided along slight spots of hydroplaning on the sidewalks. Eventually, you made it to one of the several trails (that you both had to pick up your feet for) to get you back to that decrepit mansion in the woods you were forced to call home and work. With town now being so far away, and you feeling somehow even drunker than before, you decided to stop fighting and finally start walking on your own accord as Jeff continued to hold your wrist.

 

The pair of you swayed with your steps, until you couldn't fully step any more.

 

"OW FUCK-" You cussed as you mis-stepped on a branch, rolling your ankle as you tumbled down a slight incline before finally-

 

Splooch

 

You landed face first into a small mud pit. 

 

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"Earth to dumbass?! You better not have fallen asleep on me now, honey." Jeff got your attention through grit teeth as the sound of splintering wood and a solid kick soon followed after.

 

Before you knew it, you were out of the rain- but this definitely was not the fucked up mansion you had grown used to, "Where the hell are we?" You groaned as Jeff finally set you down on a dusty old pew.

 

"Some old church... cause I can't lug your... drenched ass all the way back in this damn downpour." Jeff huffed through his still slightly slurred words. "Plus..." He paused for a hiccup, "It's rainin' so bad I uh... I lost the trail." He sounded vaguely embarrassed to admit it honestly. Jeff finally got a chance to peel off his soaked, and absolutely dirty, hoodie; letting it just fall to the old wooden floors as it squelched under the water-logged weight of it's own fabric; leaving him in his ratty old black tank top, residual water beading up on his partially bleached skin, and rolling down his muscles, drawing your eye slightly to each curve of his arms. He glanced back over his shoulder at you with a slight glare. "You know this is all your fault right?"

 

"My fault?!" You screeched, sitting up straighter before pulling yourself to stand, the slight awe of your boyfriends body quickly left you. "I already apologized for the bar?! What fucking else have I done?"

 

"It was your fuckin' idea to go out tonight in the first place-" Jeff started off as he shoved you back down into the pew with a slight growl. "After I said, let's wait, cause we don't have a fuckin' car, and it looked like fuckin' rain- I goddamn told you so- fucking bratty-" His eyes stayed pinned on your form, the glare and malice slowly leaving his eyes as his brain cogged up a brilliant idea of his own.

 

He adjusted his slurred tone, "Honey... Take the damn jacket off. It's soaked and you're gonna get sick, and I ain't taking care of you," he stated slightly more delicately as he leaned in closer. Slowly, he began to unzip your equally soaked and dirty jacket, pulling it off you as he tossed it over towards his.

 

Your eyes softened as well at how surprisingly delicate your boyfriend was being. It wasn't rare to see him soft- but it was certainly rare to see him suddenly so soft in the middle of an argument; it made your intoxicated mind confused as you just silently watched him for a moment.

 

"What's with that look?"

 

"You were just yelling... and you stopped? For my jacket?"

 

"What? I can't try to stop you from catching a cold?"

 

"I... I don't believe you-" Your drunken mind finally noticed the mischief that was beginning to fill Jeff's hungry eyes.

 

He boxed you in against the corner of the old wooden pew, smirking sloppily as he started grabbing at your shirt. "Honey, this is also drenched~" He cooed before playfully pulling your shirt off of you, happily earning a surprised squeak from you in the process.

 

"JEFF?! HERE?! I'M NOT RELIGIOUS BUT THIS IS A CHURCH-" You tried to argue as your boyfriend went in for your weakness; planting slow yet rough kisses, bites and hickeys on your neck. "Jeff~..." You whined softly as he pressed his body against yours, holding your hips as your arms instinctively went over his shoulders, keeping him close as he remarked your neck.

 

"Ain't no one, flirting with you again, got it?~" Jeffery whispered in a low, gravely tone; his breath hitting the shell of your ear in just the right way to make you shiver as he went back to leaving a few more huge, bright marks on your flesh.

 

"Y-yes," you murmured softly as your mind was a bit more focused on the feel of pleasure slowly starting to fill your drunken state. Small sounds of pleasure slowly started to fall from your lips as he gripped onto your hips tighter, letting his nails begin to dig into your flesh, that pleasant sting sent shivers along your spine. Another slight pain shot through you as Jeff bit down onto your collarbone; his canines digging into your skin but just enough to barely break the blood vessels around the bone. You squirmed underneath him, slightly whining at the pain as he only let a muffled chuckle escape against your cool skin.

 

He pulled his mouth away just to whisper in your ear once more, "And, I call the shots. Fully." He gravelly added with a slight snicker as your heart felt like it was about to melt down all the way through your underwear and jeans. He could tell that you were ashamed of how turned on you were growing to be, and boy was it really doing something for him as well.

 

With Jeff re-establishing his lead in the relationship, he gladly trailed a few more kisses from your cheek, all the way down to your chest; placing a few extra smooches right over your heart. "I'm gonna see if there's at least any old blankets to set down," he murmured softly before standing a bit more upright, and smirking down at you. "When I get back," he slurred, "You better be naked," He stated with a low chuckle as he took your wrist, shoving your hand into your own pants, before adding, "And you better be ready to beg for it, slut~" He slightly hissed in a playful manner before finally setting off to go check down some of the abandoned halls.

 

As his footsteps echoed away, you pulled your hand out of your jeans. You could feel how beat red your cheeks were; a lovely mix of the alcohol and now the promise of drunk make-up sex. Truly a brilliant idea to a pair of drunks. Your mind agreed with your genitals at least.

 

So, you played along, lovingly removing the rest of your clothing and draping it across a few pews, in the slight hope that it might help them dry off, at least a little bit. But, now with that out of the way, your attention was sloppily pulled back to your throbbing sex. Jeff really did know how to get you going in the oddest of ways; even after three years of dating, you couldn't complain about the sex at all. Your drunken fingertips wandered down, aiming to keep yourself 'at-the-ready' for when your boyfriend would inevitably return. Your mind wandered back to the last time Jeff was frisking you back at the manor, the image of the both of you in that moment fogged your senses enough to let out empty moans, even though there weren't a pair of ears to hear them-

 

So you thought at least.

 

"Jeff~.." You moaned in a whiney tone, right before getting grabbed from behind, turning that moan into a scream quickly.

 

His laughter boomed in your ears as you realized it was thankfully just the man you had been waiting for. "Awwww, jumpy aren't ya~" He cooed condescendingly, leaning in close as he kissed up the back of your neck with a soft hum.

 

"You are such an asshole! Don't creep up on me like that!" You complained slightly breathily, as one of Jeff's hands now wandered down to your sex, touching you surprisingly delicately to only tease you.

 

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Jeff mumbled playfully with a soft snicker at the soft sounds that he started to draw out of you. "But, I managed to find a few blankets at least~ So, I say it's time we finally get this party started, sweet-thing~" He cooed as he dragged you along, smirking slightly as your drunken giggles echoed off of those 'holy' walls. "I also found a few other small things that gave me ideas," He further cooed, yet this time his voice was more raspy. Jeff then licked up the back of your neck, just to send a new round of shivers down your spine.

 

He gently let go of you, to spin you around, facing a surprisingly decent blanket and half burned candles littered around it. "Candles? Have you started to get romantic on me?" You playfully joked before wandering to the blanket, and plopping down in the middle.

 

Jeff began to chuckle, his drunken eyes happily taking in your form as he lowered to his knees and finally ditched his tank top. "Not exactly, but I think you'll like what I have in mind~" He teased with a lopsided grin. Without further words, Jeff leaned in closer, yanking you into a clashing of tongues before his hand took hold of your wrists. Your soft sounds of pleasure kept your still bubbling mind busy, as you only got further antsy to continue on and get to the good part already.

 

But, your darling lover had better ideas. Brilliant ideas.

 

When Jeff finally pulled away from your mouth, he seemed more than just a little proud of himself; when you finally glanced down to see that your hands were now bound by a rosary. You looked to him in vague confusion, sending him into a slight laughing fit. "Oh you never get any less fun, now do you?~" He teased as he pushed you down onto your back, the slight thud making you groan a tad.

 

"You could've asked me to lay down," you whined, complaining slightly as you drunkenly started trying to fidget with your restraints to no avail.

 

"But it's so much more fun when I just adjust you how I want to." Jeff stated as he grabbed one of the candles with a smirk as he spit in his hand. "If only I had a lighter, I could make this night reaaalll fun~" He snickered as he started rubbing his spit up and down the shaft of the candle.

 

Your eyes watched him from the floor, not fully realizing what was happening before it did; Jeff was grinning like a mad man as he inserted the 'lubed up' candle into your hole. Your eyes shot open at the 'surprise' as an involuntary moan left your vocal chords.

 

"Aw~ Fuckin' slut~" Jeff cooed degradingly as he slowly pumped the candle in and out of you, slowly pushing in another inch after each thrust until your body relaxed into the feeling, your drunken mind just looking for some relief of the tension building in your loins.

 

Once he had worked you up to most of the candles shaft, he started to pump harder, "Aren't I so fuckin' nice to let you have this after the trainwreck of a night you caused?~"

 

"J-Jeff...Nghhh~ I said s-... sorry," you barely managed to get out between your moans; the state you were in was not only making Jeff salivate, but also making a wonderfully erect tent in his pants, but he restrained himself for now, he wanted to see just how broken he could get you tonight.

 

"Well, sure you did, but I still don't know if I forgive you yet or not~ Maybe, you should pray for my gracious forgiveness~" Jeff sped up the candles pace just before you were about to question his phrasing.

 

Moans starting rolling off of your tongue like no tomorrow as your body was prodded, just to have it quickly stop, earning needy whines from you instead. "Did you hear me, brat? Pray for my forgiveness~" He ordered with a smirk, watching you squirm at the lack of stimulation. It took your needy and intoxicated brain a moment to process what had been said to you before you started whining more at the situation you were put in.

 

"Jeff- really? That's... ngh... That's so demeaning," you complained while trying your hardest to get any means of friction from the impromptu dildo that was still stationary inside you.

 

A soft growl came from Jeff as he placed his freehand on your abdomen, forcing you to stay put, at his complete mercy. "I said, pray." He ordered as he went ahead and pulled out the candle, smirking as you whined even further, now at the feeling of being empty.

 

"Fine! Fine- fuckin' freak-" You grumbled the last part under your breath before shutting your eyes- you didn't want to give him any extra satisfaction in this moment. "P-please, Jeff... Forgive me..." You stated with a slight huff, earning a swift smack to your outer thigh as Jeff glared at you.

 

"Do it right, whore, or else I ain't touching you any more tonight," Jeff grunted as your pride quickly came down once again; your mind too desperate at the thought of not receiving anything further.

 

"P-please!" You desperately whined. "Please, forgive me, I promise, I won't... nghh... I won't pull shit like that again. Please," you 'prayed' to your lover with big eyes, swimming in desperation and neediness. Giving Jeff exactly what he wanted to see.

 

"There we go~ Was that so hard?~" He cooed at you, his voice dripping with a demeaning tone, before reinserting the candlestick inside you, pumping away like a madman.

 

Your toes curled from how quickly you were getting your 'reward' reinstated. As moans began falling off of your tongue once again, Jeff's free hand trailed along your body, groping and touching you a little bit of everywhere to tease you further. You could feel your core tightening a bit more with each thrust, your lover indulging in every little sound he could get out of you; right up until he slowed down once more, giving you a moment of slower, shallower thrusts, gaining more of those precious little whines of yours.

 

"J-Jeff?" Your voice slightly cracked as you panted, trying to regain your voice and breath for just a moment.

 

"You just, you looked so fucking pretty, praying to me. I want you to do it again~" Jeff started off with a smirk as he delicately removed the candle from your orifice, loving as your body slightly trembled at the disappointing lack of stimulation. "But this time, I want for you to pray for me to fuck you, think you can do that for me?~" He continued on, his eyes on you hungrily as his hands finally started to undo his belt.

 

Lust and want clouded your mind as you listened to your instructions- nodding drunkenly as you steadied your breath for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing.

 

"Jeff~" You whined, slightly squirming in your restraints once more. "P-please, I don't know how much more I can take; please rail me~" You prayed in that pathetic little tone again, giving him intoxicated puppy-dog eyes, making the tent in Jeff's jeans nearly split the seams.

 

"Anything, for my pathetic slut~" Jeff purred back, lust fully taking way and overpowering his want to torture you further. Within a few seconds, Jeff was pulling out one of the condoms he always kept in his wallet before chucking it and his jeans aside. He greedily slipped on the rubber before grabbing your thighs and yanking your ass onto his now bare lap. His dick rubbed up against your eager sex as Jeff let out a soft hiss at your warmth; much better than the freezing, wet jeans and boxers he had been lingering in up until this point. A slight shiver ran through your body at the feeling of the slow stimulation as he grinded against you, a slight whine left your throat.

 

That was what really did it for him. The warmth of your drunken lust, paired with the sweet sound of your desperation; it was enough to make the man finally submit to his own anticipation. Jeff's nails dug back into your outer thighs, gripping your flesh as he prodded your entrance, groaning softly as you finally gave way to his throbbing tip.

 

A moan escaped you as he slowly pressed himself further into you, your body's were already so used to each others rhythms it was only a matter of time before he had worked in all (his words) five and a half inches of glory. He didn't give you much time to adjust before he decided to continue on, fully pulling you up to straddle him; insuring that his shaft was genuinely as deep as it would go.

 

Jeff's grip on you alone was enough to leave bruises in the shapes of his hands on your thighs, and to also draw a slight amount of blood, the pin-prick-sized beads of red pearled on your skin. The sight was absolutely delicious. Your head slightly lulled back for a moment before the stillness was interrupted by our lovers impatient lust.

 

His hands let go of their death grip for just a moment, just to position that force elsewhere. Specifically your hips. Jeff grabbed your hips, forcibly 'helping' you bounce on his member; taking it all in, before pulling it all the way back in, just to the repeat the process with a bit more force each thrust. He couldn't help but to froth at the sounds he managed to fuck out of you as his grip on your hips only tightened. Each bounce only pushed you further and further towards an early climax.

 

Your toes curled as your eyes clenched; you just barely managed to get out the fact that you were about to cum when your boyfriend suddenly stopped thrusting into you. He pushed his dick inside of you one more time as he bit his bottom lip at your whines. "J-Jeff?" You whined softly, desperately wanting to know what the hold up was.

 

"Do it one last time for me, Angel~ Pray just one more time~" His voice was seeping with his own subtle desperation at this point. He knew that he was close too, but your face just looked so beautifully pathetic when you 'prayed', he couldn't help but to get greedy for it now.

 

The desperation in yourself made you almost too willing to do just anything he asked in this state. "P-Please!~ God- please~ Please make me cum~" You begged in a soft prayer, Jeff's member twitched inside of you at the tones as he slowly started bucking into you once more.

 

"Oh fuck, Angel~" Jeff breathily moaned in your ear, slamming you down on his dick as his pace started to get sloppy.

 

It wasn't much longer before your intoxicated desperation got the better of you both, thank God for the condom; Jeff forced you down one last time before the both of you burst, forcing one last loud moan out of you as your eyes rolled back.

 

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As you both finally laid down, Jeff subconsciously wrapped around you, spooning you with a death grip as he nuzzled against the back of your neck. "Goodnight, Angel," he murmured softly before pressing two small kisses to your skin; and finally passing out.

Notes:

If anyone has any type of one shot idea for the next chapter just comment and if it sparks anything, I'll do my best to write it after the next Unlife Chapter <3, Thank you for reading, I am very sorry- sdjkkfhsjkfhjk

Oh also- if anyone wants to directly discuss chapters or fics with me- I do have a twitter if anyone wants it lol