Creepypasta Lemons

{Masky X Reader}{ Mistletoe }{🎄}

Happy holidays to everyone who celebrates it! I'm gonna make sure this specifically gets put up after the ones I'm working on currently on Christmas day, so if you're reading this late or the day it was put up- this is my present from me to you. ^^ Anyways, I figured I'd put a emoji of sorts to represent chapters that are meant to celebrate something. -Author

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I gripped the edge of the wall before peaking and scanning the room. It was clear. I tiptoed off of where I was currently standing and scooted over where the couch was. I scanned the ceiling once again before taking a seat. I fiddled with my hair nervously as I scanned the room once again. It was suspiciously quite and in the household, that meant trouble. I breathed out in content before choking on my air when someone spoke up from behind me.

"(Y/n)!" I ducked down and hit the floor, holding my hands over my hands in a protective sort of way, "Woah. Wicked drop but the fuck why?" I realized who was talking to me once he talked that way. I sat back up from on the floor and looked over to see Jeff, who was giving me the same skeptical that I was giving him. I pause for a minute before wondering over the question because that drop knocked the wind and thoughts out of me.

Oh yeah. I remember.

Masky. My boyfriend.

He has a sick sort of sense of humor where he likes hiding mistletoe in the most random sort of places just to screw with me. He promises me that it would be, 'just a tiny peck.' Sure. Full blown make-out senses the moment I walk under mistletoe. Sometimes he'll go as far as to trail hickies down my neck before running off, leaving me hanging. In the end, hickies are scattered over showing skin and I am sexually frustrated but I have too much pride to just give up and ask him to fuck me. That'd be letting him win this weird game of his and if he wouldn't give me what I wanted, neither would I.

Jeff snapping his fingers brought me out of my blank state, "What again?" He huffed at me before rolling his eyes, "I asked why'd the hell you body slammed the floor?" My response wasn't immediate even after I thought about it because how exactly could I say it without it sounding weird? I attempted anyways, "Masky has been trying to scare me lately and I suppose I thought you were him." He gave me a look that told me that he knew I was lying but bit his tongue, "Whatever."

With that, Jeff turned to go back into the kitchen where he was before he had scared you, "Oh and just so you know, Masky is out back doing whatever." I sighed in relief at that news before nodding towards Jeff as a small thank you. He shrugged before continuing his recent actions and trailing back into the kitchen. It was only once Jeff had left, that I had to realize that I was still sitting on the floor while clutching onto my own left arm. I scrambled to get back up on my feet before dashing back upstairs to the bedroom in which Masky shares with me.

If he was outside, that meant I'd have enough time to hide at least. Hopefully until this jump-scare filled holiday was over but I doubted I could get that lucky.

-Time skip to 9 P.M.-

I didn't bother to leave the room and eat dinner. I could just go grab a snack later on into the night once everyone is asleep. Just to be sure. I also didn't bother to leave the room because I got into a tight position under the bed. I don't quite understand how girls in movies can get dragged out so easily. Anyways, the position was hard to get into and wasn't ideal but I didn't wanna get out and suffer having to get back in.

I shifted uncomfortably under the bed just before I heard the bedroom door quietly crack. I reached a hand up to cover my mouth in fear of whoever it was hearing me. Worst scenario- it was Masky and he wanted to scare me. Best scenario on the other hand, would be Jeff wanting to steal something from Masky. Most likely his mask. If it was Jeff, he would leave quickly because Masky doesn't leave the room without his mask. Apparently, life is cruel because the worst grabbed my ankle. The worst's name being Masky. I was swiftly pulled out from under the bed to meet his gaze. I couldn't tell his emotions but it was obvious that he could tell mine. That was given away when I heard a chuckle from the brunette, "You're just a cliche." I responded to his amused statement with a frustrated look.

I could practically hear his grin, "Don't be so mad, (Y/n)~ I'm sorry for speaking the truth." I huffed at him, yanking my ankle from out of his rough hand, "No. No, you're not." He shrugged back at me before reaching down and pulling me up to my feet which was easy with his strength. Strength he got from his job, I suppose. I dusted off myself in a dramatic manner before tilting my head to the side a bit to give him a dirty look.

"What's up with you?" I furrowed my brow at him before turning my body entirely towards him, "You! You're what's been bothering me!" He goes silent and I can only guess he's giving me that cute confused face he does sometimes. His head tilts to side very slowly and carefully before he's giving me the full blown confused tilt. I growl at him, "You and your random sneaky make-out sessions!" He straightens his head forward and as he did so, he let out another amused chuckle. An amused chuckle which was immediately followed by a statement that made me wanna swing at him for various reasons.

"So you're mad because you're sexually frustrated? Aw."

It wasn't the beginning of the statement that pissed me off. It was the ending. The small aw. Like I was being cute or something. I managed to hold back my fist but not my words. No, my words managed to escape, "Fuck you and fuck off. Aw at that." He went silent once again for what felt like minutes before he spoke, "So you wanna fuck me? I'll aw at that. Just a cutie!" I growled and showed my teeth to him before attempting to jump him. He managed to completely block the attempt and instead, tossed me over to the bed in a single move so fast that I couldn't comprehend it.

I landed the drop and after my moment of confusion, I spoke, "Wha-...What?" I completed the word and looked over at my boyfriend who had his jacket and t-shirt off already. I didn't even know what I was asking but he somehow understood, "You said fuck me. Alright. I'm down." It clicked. I opened my mouth to allow words to come out but nothing did. Not a single word but a strangled gasp left my mouth. Upon seeing that I have not made a single move to continue the plan, Masky spoke in a stern voice, "Undress." Something in his tone caused me to press my legs together. I didn't bother to wait another second to follow his command. I tossed my shirt off with my jeans following it. I thought that was enough but Masky spoke otherwise, "All of it off."

He spoke in his normal voice this time so it didn't hold much authority but I followed it just because I wanted to. I popped off my undergarments, soon leaving me on the cool blankets in which was on the bed. He took his sweet time getting off his baggy jeans and his mask but decided to leave his boxers on. I didn't have time to question him before he gave his next order, "On your back. Hold your legs up and close your eyes." I gave him a confused expression which was returned with a stern one. I shrugged it off and did as he said. I got on my back and held my legs up, closing my eyes afterwards.

I learnt something about Masky in that moment that I never thought to learn about. His movements were always quite. I couldn't hear him and couldn't see him since my eyes were closed. Due to this, I gasped when I felt a hand rest on my thigh. It gave a light squeeze which made me whimper before it continued on it's way down up (or down, seeing as how I was laying) before it reached my opening. His hand ran up and down it in teasingly light movements as I barely let out soft giddy gasps. I didn't know what his plan was but I was getting eager. I wouldn't be in a while if he continued on this way, though.

He managed to read my mind in that moment. He drew his hand away from me which resulted in a pained moan escaping my mouth. Gosh, I must sound so desperate right now. Letting out moans just because he stopped touching me. I look forward to being disappointed with myself tomorrow.

Him speaking interrupted my thoughts, "Since it's a holiday... tell me what you want me to do to you." Wow. That was unplanned for. Masky has always been a very considerate lover. Doing whatever I wanted to do but... he's never asked so bluntly for me to tell him. This was the reason why it took me a moment to comprehend what he was asking for me to do. I thought over a couple things that I would want him to do to me.

The very first thought left my mouth. I didn't want to open my eyes to view him because I could already tell he was giving me a grin. He ran his hand across my leg once again before speaking in that tone once again, "Only for you, darling."

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The writer is a tease. Anyways, yeah. You got to do whatever you want with Masky for the holidays. I also made it for either genders. Whoop whoop. I actually had a plan for this chapter (for it to be for girls and to have him eat you out but you know life's a pain) but I figured- IT'S FOR THE HOLIDAYS. EVERYONE SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANNA DO WITH HIM. If you wanna- leave what you made him do in the comments. You don't gotta but if you wanna try to beat everyone with your kinkiness, now's the time. -Author