Creepypasta x Male!Readers [OPEN!]

Laughing Jack x Male reader

Requested by someone who wishes to remain anonymous! ((If you do want your name on here, I will post it.))

!WARNING! THIS IS A LEMON. DETAILED SEXUAL CONTENT DOWN BELOW! !WARNING!

You were riding on your bike, heading home. You just left the theatre, watching some rip-off clown movie. You feel your phone vibrate in your sweatshirt pocket as you dig your hand in and pull it out. You answer the phone, holding it to your ear as you pedal away.

"You texted me?" Your friend said, you laugh.

 "Yeah, I was going to ask you to come pick me up but I'm already riding home." You replied, giving a soft pant. "Ah... how was your spooky movie?" 

Your friend says in a childish way. "Completely cliche. It was just some emo clown who thought he was scary with his teeth and sharp fingers!" You said, rambling.

 "Well, I know what I'm getting for your birthday." Your friend teases. "Ha ha. I'm very amused." You shake your head, smiling as you said. "Well, my girl's coming over so we can have a little fun time with music... if you know what I mean." Your friend chuckles as you shriek out in response. "No! No! No! These are details I don't need to hear!" Your friend breaks into laughter. "Well, alright. Ima have to let you go. Bye."

You stuff your phone in your pocket, pedaling away in the direction of your house. You yank the steering wheels of the bike, making it jump up onto the sidewalk and ride onto a dirt path which had been created by tires. You pedal through, feeling your stomach sink as you were sent flying off the bike. You blacked out, but only for about 30 seconds.

 After groaning and moaning into the grass, you situate yourself on your knees, seeing now you were covered in dirt. You look back to your bike, seeing the tires stuck in some melted, blue goo. You slowly crawl over, slightly hesitant as you swipe your finger through the goo, seeing that it easily stuck to you. You smelled it and it smelled like some sort of blue raspberry candy.

 You stand up, trying to roll your bike's tires out of the goo, but it was so sticky. You prod your feet to the ground and yank at the bike. It finally was free from the goo.

"Damn kids..." You growl softly as you walk your bike through the path some more. Glancing down, you see candy scattered over the path. You kneel down, grabbing a lollipop. You twirl it between your fingers, seeing it was some strange brand, one you've never heard of. Looking back down, you saw all the candy was gone. 

You look back at the lollipop which was still in hand, confused. "I must've hit my head pretty hard..." You mumble, shoving the lollipop into your pocket. You walk your bike further down the path before mounting it once again. You pedal some more, the tires making some odd scratching sound due to them being so sticky. 

You slow down as you hear a familiar tune. It was just like the one you'd ear from the little twisty box, you never knew the name of it, you just knew the jingle. You only heard the twinkles of the tune, but you soon begin to hum the nursery rhyme.

"Mhh hmm.. Mh hum mh hm hmm... The monkey's on the table..." You mumble, you couldn't stop yourself and you were unsure as of why. "Take a stick and knock it off... pop goes the weasel."