Cum and Ass, Creepypasta Book of Smut (REQUESTS OPEN)

Jason the Toymaker x F!Reader

Contains: Vanilla

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It was pretty late, almost midnight and Jason wasn't at the mansion. What did that mean? His little slave was starving in the corner of his room. She hadn't eaten at all the entire day and barely ate the past few days. Jason kept working on those toys of his, barely remembering that she was alive.

(Y/N) had enough of it and was going to speak her mind to him. Well, that's what she forced herself to believe. The thing is that she developed a crush for the crazy man and he has been messing with her feelings. She knows she's just there for sport and experiments but his kindness and affection made her feel so happy. She knew he was enjoying seeing her cry over him and wish him luck every day but her feelings never changed. She wanted to be with him so much it hurt.

(Y/N) never knew that he would be coming back so suddenly. She yawned, laying down on her side, resting her head on her arm when Jason suddenly bursted into the room.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Stupid little girl got away. I'm making sure to rip her throat out and throw it on her parents bed!" (Y/N) sat up in fear, scared to make the mans wrath worse. He looked directly at her and started to walk to her. She backed up into the corner as much as possible, scared for what he was going to do.

He suddenly started to unchain her from the wall. She immediately curled up and held her wrists, still scared of him. "Get on my bed, now." She nodded and scrambled up, going to his bed and sitting on the edge. This was the first he ever ordered her to do anything like this.

He marched over to her, his expression visibly angry. He climbed on top of her and she instinctively held her hands up and squeezed her eyes shut, scared for what he'd do. When nothing happened, she slowly opened her eyes to see him slouched back, gripping his hair tightly. (Y/N) slowly reached forward and gently pet his hair. He tensed up which halted her but she slowly continued, calming him down with the small touch.

"How are you so good at this and why do I feel so calm?" He spoke to himself, leaning forward into her touch and finally releasing his hands from his hair. She pulled him closer slowly, rubbing his back and messing with his hair. His arms wrapped around her waist and soon she felt his lips on her neck.

"T-Toymaker, I don't think you'd want to do it with me. I'm quite plain and I wouldn't be of much use." (Y/N) didn't want to die but she also didn't want to do something that would end up embarrassing herself. He growled and bit down which caused her to yell in pain.

"I get to decide your use. And besides, you just calmed me down. If I wanted you dead then I'd make sure you were dead long before now." She nodded, afraid he would do more than bite, possibly tear her throat out. "Also, call me Jason. Can't have you moaning out Toymaker can I~"

She was now flustered, cursing at herself for letting him affect her so. He started to slowly undress (Y/N), discarding each piece of clothing to the side. Soon, she was fully naked under him. Jason stared at her before taking his gloves off and throwing them to the side. He opened her legs and slowly slid one of his fingers in. She squirmed at the foreign feeling, not ever touching herself there before. He smiled at her reaction and slid another finger in. They were thrusted in and out slowly, pressing against her walls just right. When he added the third, she winced feeling uncomfortable.

"Bare with it a bit more, I'm way bigger but I only have so many fingers." She nodded, scared to see Jason's length. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out, shocking her immediately. It seemed over seven inches, it was probably bigger by three or four inches. It was girthy too, this only made her terrified. He slowly lined up with her wet pussy and as gently as he could, slid in.

"J-Jason, it already hurts so much." He leaned down and held her close, kissing her head and slowly sliding more in. With every inch it felt like hell. She started to tear up and he held her close to him, quietly shushing her as he stilled. Once the pain numbed a bit, he pushed in a little bit more. This continued until the tip hit her cervix.

"Oh, that's a problem. You need to take it all, not leave a single inch out." She looked up at him scared, she had every right to be. She was getting fucked by a killer, he could easily fuck her to death or straight up kill her. After she finally adjusted to his size, he moved. Every thrust was gentle and slow. It was painful for both of them, her being filled with his cock while he was dying to quicken.

"Y-you can move more Jason. I don't want to keep you like this." He raised a brow, still unsure. "I'm serious, go ahead." He smirked and licked his lips before wrapping both arms lovingly around her waist. He paused for a second before pulling out completely and slamming back in. She yelled out, the pain getting to her.

"You asked for it sweetheart~" His thrusts were relentless, she felt as if her insides were bruising. Although it hurt so much, she felt pleasure. Mainly in the way he held her, burying his face in her neck and making sure not to mark her skin. All he did was kiss her neck, his upper body more loving than his lower. At some point, the pain faded away quickly. Jason had lifted her chin and kissed her deeply, groaning as he somehow slipped past the cervix, now thrusting into her womb.

(Y/N) kissed him back, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck. When he pulled back, he realized she was crying and a piece of him broke. He didn't notice her tears and it seemed like she didn't either. As he started to slow, she shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"N-no, continue. Don't worry about me, I'm alright."

"You're crying, you're obviously in pain." She giggled and gently pressed her lips against his.

"I'm happy, nobody has ever cared for me, so this is like a present to me." He smiled and put a hand on her cheek. Instead of slowing down, he sped up. But this time, he was enjoying her with every thrust. Her moans, her whimpers, how she felt around him, when she gripped onto his shirt tighter. He noticed everything and made sure to savor it. Her eyes, her hair, her skin, her lips. He realized she meant so much to him. They weren't just having sex, it felt more real than that.

Once she let out a loud moan, he knew she was close. He himself had been holding it in for a long time, almost denying himself an orgasm.

"J-Jaso-"

"Shh, I know. Together alright?" She nodded, burying her face into his chest. With a final thrust, they both came feeling pure bliss.

"J-Jason~!"

When (Y/N) had woken up, she was cleaned up and in a nightgown. She tried to sit up but Jason kept her close. His arm around her getting tighter, not letting her go. She felt herself crying. This was the first time she truly felt special.