Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 1More Like This
You sighed sitting on your couch, reading the subtitles from an anime you were watching on your laptop all because you couldn't find a version in English. All the best anime was never in English, but luckily you had learned to read like it was a race, and easily could keep up with the pictures moving on the screen and the words highlighted in yellow at the bottom of the page without missing anything important.
That was till you heard a tapping at your window, and suddenly you became both very scared, and stupidly bold and angry. You were scared because over the last few weeks, odd things had been going on around you, from odd phone calls to the passing of your dog who had been practically murdered by something unknown to you.
You were angry and bold because...well...you were just stupid.
When ever you came into those situations where your fight or flight reaction was suppose to kick in, you for some reason always picked fight. You never knew wh
Chains: Part 1 (Eyeless Jack x Reader)(((PSST! Hey guys, this is an author's note. There's actually a Prologue to Chains, which sets up the story. Without it, you'll be missing a LOT of details... Please scroll to the description for the link to it!)))More Like This
When I went to the basement, I didn’t know what I was expecting to find, or even what I was looking for. As I descended the stairs I couldn’t help noticing that the lights were already on their dimmest setting, giving the room’s contents an eerie glow. Horror movie posters and weapons lined the walls, with action figures, replica masks, life-size standees of horror icons and other horror-oriented merchandise lining the floor and tables. Glancing around as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, my heart came to an abrupt stop.
Leaning against the far wall was a figure clad in black, barely visible in the darkness save for a navy blue mask and tufts of brown hair sticking out
Monsoon [four] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackMore Like This
The darkness crawled across them like a blanket; their bare bodies warm, sweating, hard and breathless. The air was thick and musky, heavy with heat and desire.
Though through the darkness, ice crept steadily outward from the source, extending and consuming everything in its path in a thick, pure layer of lush, beautiful snow.
A disembodies moan echoed from somewhere amidst the shroud of darkness, filling the Nightmare Kingdom with cries of lusty aspirations. Slick, grey skin moved easily over alabaster flesh; lovely red and purple marks marred both men’s bodies—some the result of fingertips clutching too hard or too deep, others from teeth just barely managing not to break skin. Lips were tugged, sucked and bitten red until nothing but gasps of need and want could be heard.
Pitch remained between Jack’s slender thighs, hips rocking against bare, boney protrusions rhythmically—pleasantly. Hissing and moaning bec