Creepypasta X Reader Oneshots

♤Offender X Shy!Male!Reader♤

Third POV

Sat on the sofa, Xbox controller in hand and soda on the table, BEN and Y/N hit the buttons as hard as they can to defeat the final boss in an old-style indie game.

As they put in as much effort as they can in defeating the pixelated enemy, Y/N utters the question;
"Yo BEN, d'ya wanna drink?"

"Nah, I'm good. Wanna take a break?"
He responds, pausing the game.
"Sure."
He calls back, leaving the room and heading to the kitchen.
Before Y/N gets to the kitchen door, BEN says, "I'm gonna head upstairs, see ya later!"

Y/N sighs and smiles to himself, waving goodbye and entering the kitchen.

Y/N's POV

I walk into the kitchen, clicking the kettle into boil and filling a mug with two teaspoons of coffee and one teaspoon of sugar.

Waiting for it to finish boiling, I feel two arms wrap around my waist from behind.
I squeak in surprise, and instinctively jerk backwards, which just pushes me further into the person behind me.

A low, disembodied chuckle resonates from behind me, and a shiver runs up my spine.

"Hey sexy~"
A familiar voice echoes in my ear.
"O-Offender? 'fender, what are you doing?"

"'fender, huh? Got me a nickname~? I got another nickname you can use, has three  D's and ends in a Y, if ya know what I mean~"
He teases, licking my shoulder.

I flinch at that, but try to ignore him.
The kettle emits a whistling noise, indicating that it's done.

Fidgeting slightly to get comfortable around the eldritch-in-a-trenchcoat that's wrapped his arms around my waist, and tendrils around my neck and legs.

"Don't ignore me, Y/N."
He states, an irritated tone edging in his voice.

A ferocious blush suddenly envelopes my face, and my hand shakes slightly as I pour the boiled water into the mug.

When I finish making the coffee, I turn to leave as normal, before the same husky tone as before murmurs something in my ear;
"Where do you think you're going~? Leaving me all alone~?"

"I- uh- I was going t-to watch some T.V..?"
I stammer, bright pink and scared...

Having said that- it's not scared as usual, like watching a horror film or having somebody jump out at you from behind a doorway; it's like a strange heat rising from your feet to your head, turning you red and shaky. It makes your heart stop for a second and your breathing halt...
I hate this feeling...

"Oh, I have other plans..."
He mutters, burying his face in my neck- I feel his mouth curl into a grin as he pushes me against the counter.

I yelp slightly, fidgeting and confused, a little too shocked to move.

"'F-Fender..?"
I ask uncertainly, an unholy shade of red.
He hums lightly in response, stepping even closer- he's so much bigger than me, it's terrifying.

He wraps his arms around my waist tighter, making me squeak once more.
"U-um! I- Uh! What is happening?!"
I practically yell, unable to control my voice box for some reason.

Offender doesn't respond, but I feel his grin widen against the crook of my neck.

I blink, but the second my eyes open once more I'm in a different room, the pressure still wrapped around my waist.

"Where-"
I start, but I'm interrupted.
"My room."
He states abruptly, and I take a look at where in the room we are.

He has teleported us from the kitchen to the foot of his bed, and is now standing over me with a slightly scary smile plastered onto his face.

"U-uh..."
A small squeaky stutter leaves my mouth, before Offender gives my shaky form a light push, causing me to topple backwards and directly onto the bed behind me.

I turn a shade darker, and as I do so his smile widens even more.

"Aww~ Little Y/N's getting flustered~!"
He teases, crawling on top of me and resting a fraction of his body weight there- pinning me without crushing me.

"I'm not! I'm... I'm not used to this- that's all!"
I demand, looking away to attempt him not seeing my face.

However, as I look away, two disembodied digets stroke up my crotch unexpectedly, causing me to help again and snap my attention back onto the male on top of me.

I say nothing as he smirks again- reaching back down and un-buckling my belt and rolling down my zipper.

Holding back a mild moan, I lean my head back against the duvet I'm lying on and try to process the situation.

That was my mistake-

As I look away, he quickly rips off my jeans and boxers and starts pumping my dick as fast as possible, and I cry out in shock.

I try to cover my mouth with my hand, but he grabs my hands in one of his white tendrils and holds them down by my head.

"P-please..."
I beg, desperately not wanting anybody to hear me moaning.
A simple chuckle and rougher hand job is all I get in response.

"'F-F-Fender..."
A raspy whisper escapes my lips, as I'm too shocked and scared to make any noise.

"I-I'm... I think I'm gonna-"
"No, you're not allowed."
He states, laughing evily.

"P-please- I-"
I start, but I'm interrupted again.
"If you do, you'll be punished."

Now, he's a kinky bastard and I'm not, so I'm going to try and do what he says.

"Offe-Offender, please..."
I yelp, a knot building in my abdomen thats getting slightly painful.

He mockingly ponders my request for a second, speeding up again to annoy me.
"P-P-PleASE!"
I practically yell the last part, tired of his hands and getting desperate.

My back arches as surges of pleasure volt through me like electricity- A low moan escapes my lips, and Offender quickly covers my lips with his own- partially to block the sound and partially because he wanted to kiss me.

He stops all of a sudden, and starts kissing up and down my neck, biting every now and again; leaving little pink marks along my collarbone and neck.

I moan lightly; this is too much...

He sneakily moves his hand back down to my crotch, starting all over again.

This time I can't help but climax, but before I can; he plugs his thumb over the hole and doesn't allow anything to escape.

I whimper slightly; this is getting kind of painful.

"It hurts... Please let me..."
I murmur, thriving on the bed in a mix of pleasure and pain.

He chuckles again, and allows me to finally release.

"Thank you..."
I whimper again, a huge tired sensation overwhelming me; I grab my boxers and slide them back on.

"'S'okay," He responds, noticing how tired I am and rolling to the side; lying next to me. "Have fun~?"

I turn bright red again and look away from him.
Offender's hand then rests under my chin and he pulls me face up to meet his. He gently rests his lips against mine, only for a few seconds.

"Don't hide your adorable little face from me, Y/N."
He demands, pulling my head to rest on his chest.
"I love you."
He says, kissing my forehead.

My eyes loll back slightly as I go to sleep, and I can vaguely utter the words,
"I love you, too..."

Before I collapse into sleep.