slender_kink

first? oh god

Entry 35 had a moment of Alex/Tim bondage. Something with that. >_>

oh jesus. (what did they do to him after jay turned the camera off?) i second this. hard. even tho it makes me feel like a terrible person.

EMH

Evan forces Jeff to stop over-analyzing everything.

With his cock.

I tried (tried being the key word) for you, anon, because your phrasing made me laugh harder than it should have. Dubcon and no condom, if you care.


Jeff was on his bed, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t stop thinking he needed to check the footage again or that he needed to read Damsel’s blog one more time, then he’d get what he’d been missing all this time. He really needed to check the forums to see if they found anything he’d missed.

He moved sit up and grunted in pain as Evan’s knees pushed into his ribs, keeping him right where he was.

“What the fuck, you’re just gonna get up and leave?” Evan’s face was dark, and his tone was between incredulous and seriously pissed. He felt bad, sort of. Who spaces out completely while their friend is rubbing his leg between theirs, but it wasn’t his idea to fool around. As if he could concentrate at all right now.

So Jeff was shocked when he realized he was hard. He could feel ghostly sensations of where Evan had kissed him and touched him now that he had stopped, but he still tried to leave the bed.

“I’m sorry. I just—I need to rewatch the video again. Let me up. I want to check her blog.” Jeff grunted again as Evan dug his knees in. Jeff wished he was still wearing his shirt, as little as it would do for him.

“Fuck that,” said Evan and ran his hands over Jeff’s sore ribs. “You’re staying here.”

“I need to check--” Jeff cut himself off with a groan as Evan bit into his neck.

“I’m sorry. What?” Evan grabbed Jeff’s chin and turned his face to him. “Here I am, trying to make you feel good, get you to relax, and you’d rather read shitty Russian poems?” Evan kissed Jeff before he could protest how important that book was to understanding Damsel’s psyche or some shit.

“Am I going too slowly for you? I can fix that.” He unzipped Jeff’s jeans, pulled them and his underwear down his hips, and took his dick in his mouth.

Jeff tried to ask Evan to stop, but every time he said made a noise, Evan would suck harder or use his tongue to play with his foreskin, anything that normally had Jeff biting at his lips and trying desperately to not thrust into Evan’s mouth.

He pushed himself up on his arms, but Evan grabbed his hands and pulled his arms out from under him, and Jeff flopped back to the bed. He took this moment of complacency to stand up and finish taking both their clothes off. Evan stood next to the bed and took a moment to stare at Jeff’s flushed face.

“You’d still rather agonize in front of the computer all night?” Evan reached for the lube on the nightstand. “Well, if that’s what you want to talk about. Jeff, you think Damsel’s finally telling the truth about coming up North?” he asked as he put lube on his fingers and kneeled on the bed again.

Jeff was baffled as to why Evan would suddenly ask. He started to answer, but as soon as his mouth opened, Evan moved his legs apart and pressed his fingers against Jeff’s hole. Jeff gasped and grabbed Evan’s shoulders.

“Tell me, do you think the graffiti on the road meant anything?” asked Evan as pressed his fingers inside.

“Mmm! Evan!”

“C’mon, Jeff, don’t you wanna talk about the arrows in the dirt?” He was brushing his prostate now, and moans were all that Jeff could get out.

He could barely breathe as began Evan sinking into him but gasps and tiny pleased noises were pouring out of his throat. He still wasn’t used to the open feeling or how warm Evan felt seated inside of him, pressing and making him squirm.

And Evan was still asking questions. Asking questions and not moving.

“So who do you think was there before us? They couldn’t have been far away.”

“Shut up! Shut up and move!”

“You still want up to go torture yourself?”

“No! Fuck me!”

Evan had the most infuriating smirk on his face, but he started to rock back and forth. Jeff wrapped his legs around Evan’s hips, relishing in the deep strokes.

When Jeff reached for Evan and guided him down for a kiss, the accomplishment he felt was staggering. He was the one who finally got Jeff to stop thinking about that fucking road trip. He was the one who got Jeff to stop moping at his desk. He broke the kiss so he could bite that neck again and mark this victory.

Jeff turned his head to the side as Evan kissed the bite and down his shoulder, and in the lamplight, he saw something glitter on the nightstand. It took him a second to process (can’t be the knife, it’s holstered, still on the pants), and he realized it was the necklace. Jeff’s hips stopped moving, and his arms fell from Evan on to the bed again.

Evan immediately stopped when Jeff froze, and he saw it, too. His apparent premature triumph annoyed him, and he drove hard into Jeff, who didn’t turn his face back to Evan, at least closed his eyes to the damn thing. He grabbed his chin once more and made Jeff face forward before thrusting again. The strength behind it made Jeff open his eyes, and Evan took the opportunity to cradle Jeff’s face to try to keep the eye contact.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

Jeff grimaced, and his eyes started to drift off to the side again. Evan kept one hand on his face but used the other to quickly stroke Jeff’s cock.

Jeff closed his eyes again and bucked against Evan. The unrelenting guilt was still at odds with his arousal as he made eye contact with Evan, crooked his mouth almost into a smile, and started moving his hips. He decided to just give up for now and ignore the guilt until morning.

“Are you finally joining me?”

“Yeah, yeah, please,” he said between panting. “I’m close, come on.”

Evan didn’t say anything else, just started working Jeff over, driving in fast and playing with his dick. It wasn’t long before Evan felt Jeff tense up, and he slowed to watch him come over his stomach. Evan quickly followed and spilled inside Jeff.

They didn’t make much attempt to clean up. Evan moved off to one side, and Jeff just curled up beside him. He was so tired, and he didn’t think Evan would let him out of the bed anyway. Not that he would go back to the computer anytime soon.

Not until he could be sure he could watch the videos without getting a hard on.

He’d wait to feel guilty about that in the morning, too.

*cough* wow, anon, you sure didn't hold back, did you?
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good work.

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masky getting a "reward" from slendy for a job well done.

or, alternately, masky being punished for failure.

Jessica/Tim-Masky fic that takes place in the hotel and answers the question to the thumping on the wall.

Oh god why do I want this ;__;

Marble Hornets. Set after Alex and Jay unmask Tim. On the road together, Alex and Jay become more intimate than Jay thought possible.

It happened between them before, 3 years ago. Jay forgot, Alex remembers everything and can't tell. Jay will forget again.

Smut plus angst welcome.

ONLY ON THE INTERNET.

I LOVE YOU ALL.

Is... is this the right place?

This is my OTP. As we all know, Lady Gaga is actually a demon from Hell, and I've always had this idea that Slendy might be an agent of hers. As such, I want to see him getting dominated by Gaga. In a sexual way.

Sexily.