Creepypasta Lemons

{Masky X Toby X Hoodie}{ Ready? }

-Toby's POV-

   I found myself sitting on my blood coated bed, just having some time to think...

'This place is way better than my last home... I mean people are kinda nicer than some people could think. Jeff's rude but that's nothing new. Slender is nice unless he gets mad or frustrated. He mostly just gets mad at Jane or Jeff trying to kill the other. Masky and Hoodie have been the most hard on me though. More so Masky. Hoodie just doesn't like talking to me. They don't seem to like the idea of taking me into the family, I mean seriously, grow up...'

  I heard a harsh knocking on my bedroom door. I shifted up onto my feet and made my way over to the door before swinging it open. My eyes immediately landed on a ticked Masky with his mask far enough up on his face to only show off his nose and bold frown with a quiet Hoodie standing right behind him while adverting his eyes. I met the older man's gaze as he continued on with his silence with an upset expression.

"What i-is it that you need?" I spoke in a calm tone compared to the way he lashed out, "You have no right, Shorty." I would've laughed at the nickname in different circumstances. I responded in what was supposed to be quiet but wasn't actually rather loud, "W-What? Why do I have no r-right to do whatever you're t-talking about?" Masky ran his tongue against his bottom lip before continuing on with his rant, "I'm talking about you acting like you're our family. You're not." He growled deep in his throat that caused me want to take a step back, "I-I can't h-help that Slender t-took me in..." I trailed off while attempting to avoid his gaze. His response was quick after his realized I wasn't continuing, "You can get on our good side one way, I suppose..." I gladly looked back up at Masky with excitement obvious on my face. Only had his mask been off, I would've been able to see the devious look in his eyes. Seeing no hint of a lie in his statement, I spoke, "What d-do I have to do?" Masky smirked which automatically made me regret being so eager to response. Even Hoodie rubbing the back of his neck hinted at that. Masky crossed his arms over his chest before speaking in a darker tone, "Fuck me and Hoodie tonight." My regretful smile quickly turned into an awkward and shy frown that stuck onto my face, "B-But..." I tried to think of at least one downside of this but the results came up blank. My face became the shade of a tomato as Masky's cocky smirk managed to grow slightly, "See you tonight, Rogers." He grabbed Hoodie's sleeve and pulled him away from the door and continued to walk away from my door.

-Time skip to 9 P.M.-

I sat awkwardly on my bed while twiddling my fingers. Why? No reason. Just super nervous. The moment my phone shook, I shot up from my spot and towards my phone. I quickly opened my phone and started a conversation with the cocky male from earlier.

[Masky] : Ready Rogers?

[Me] : Do I really have to do this????

[Masky] : No. Unless you get off on Hoodie and I hating you or something.

[Masky : Hoodie and I will be there in a moment.

   I sighed as I put down my phone back down onto my messy bed. He kept his word because not even a minute after he sent that text, there was a quiet knock on the door. I walked over to my door and opened it to eye Hoodie who was standing in front of the door with his hands shoved into his hoodie's pockets. Masky approached from behind him and in that moment, they both walked in calmly. I closed the door and locked it just to make sure Jeff or someone couldn't walk in. Suddenly, I was roughly shoved up against the hard wooden door. I was flipped around to face an irritated Masky who avoided my lips and went straight for my bare neck. He found my sweet spot a lot quicker than I expected him to and abused the spot. I nibbled on my bottom lip as pleasure pooled in my gut. I took my eyes off of Masky to look over at Hoodie who already his mask thing off. He was giving me an interested expression as he palmed himself through his baggy jeans. Just by the look in his eyes- I could tell it was gonna be a long night.

(Not to be continued.