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unikron-kitten-kat · 1 year

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A Christmas Gift for Mythy!! @mythicalmyles

Shite gets kinky real fast!

Male x Slenderman obvs

And for anyone else who decides to read this: TW; stalking mentioned, Kinky Eldritch Pervert (Slenderman), mentioned death, death, bodily horror, yandere behavior (mainly unfortunate victims of a rather torturous predator) also kidnapping mentioned

Suffice to say Slender has been keeping an eye on ya for some time and has come to dislike any form of negative interactions you have with people.. And more often than not it is the randos you meet on the sidewalk than someone you personally know. He is not a monster, afterall

Kinks; predator/prey, degredation(kinda) and praise(yes), ddlb(mahaps, probably.. Maybe), and probably some bdsm, also prolly breeding, pet names (Slender calls you his Little Sheep/Lamb)

The Night Bus

You woke with a start, sorta.. Your alarm was going off for work. You groaned, practically rolling onto the floor off your bed and slapping your phone to turn off your alarm. You were in such a good sleep, you didn't want to be awake. You gathered some clothes to wear, gravitating toward your pastel striped thigh highs with jeans, shirt and your favorite warm hoodie and some warm shoes. You decided it would benefit yourself to brush your hair, it looked hideous, like a rat's nest. Must have tossed and turned while you slept. You brushed your hair, and you were already in your bathroom, so brushed your teeth as well, before gathering your things and grabbing a quick bite while you walked to the bus station. You couldn't tell if that nap helped or not. You slipped on your headphones and decided for your favorite song to listen to. As you listened to your music, walking to the bus station, you danced a little as you walked, not taking notice of the watching gaze. You decided to make a quick stop at a nearby coffee stand to not only help you stay warm as you waited for the bus, but to also help you wake up. It was cold.. Shoulda dressed warmer. You took to messin on your phone while sipping your drink while waiting. A few busses passed before yours came, you still oblivious to the devious presence stalking you. Your bus finally showed up, a double-decker. Awesome, and it looked as though few or no people were in the top. Even more awesome. After checking in with the driver, and finding your spot in the top, you finally settled for the ride to work. It wasnt even a couple moments when you felt someone settle beside you. Odd, there are plenty other empty seats.

You felt the jitter of the bus as it revved back up, and droning as it speed up to the speed limit. You were huddled up in your seat against the window, paying the stranger no mind, sifting through the fics your friend sent you, wanting to reread one. You couldn't help but try and subtly glance at the stranger. You did look. Woah. He was sexy. He was clad in a suit, his hair a midnight black, his features sharp on his face. He looked slim, yet strong and muscular. His eyebrows were arched, yet furrowed as he focused on a news outlet on his phone. You noticed they were mainly missing persons reports. What you didn't notice was his occasional smirk at a couple. You went back to browzing your phone, everything else blurring and becoming numb to your perspective. You jumped as you felt a large hand grab your crotch, hands instinctively grabbing the hand that suddenly grabbed you, your head whipping to face the suit-clad stranger. His pale face was twisted with a dark smirk. He scooched closer to you, almost squishing you against the window. You let out a whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as he squeezed your crotch. He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear; "Unless you want your guts painting the windows, you will be quite and do as I say, yeah?" His voice was deep, husky. It sounded inhuman, having a weird, whiney drone almost in the background, like it was part of his voice, but not quite. It sent shudders up your back, which his smirk grew into a crooked grin at. You gave him a shakey nod, removing your hands from his bigger one and grabbing at your sweater collar. Your legs shivered as the stranger began rubbing your bulge. As he rubs and palms you through your pants, his fingers are pressing into areas that just add to the pleasure, pressing into your shaft, or tracing it, sliding over the tip, it all has you shaking so hard, biting your sleeve in a desperate attempt at hiding you moans.

His hands suddenly snakes into your pants and boxers, quickly finding your bare shaft and pulling it out of hiding. The sudden burning touch has you squeaking and almost doubling over, one of your hands grabbing onto his arm. His thumb rubbed over the tip, smearing the cum beading at the tip. He pumped you, rubbing it and squeezing it at just the right moments. It was becoming hard to stiffle your moans. You flinched, letting out a shakey, airy moan as you felt the stranger's other hand creep up your shirt. His hand slid up your body, squeezing your pecs, his fingers rubbing over your nipples, only to slip back down and feel your abs and the dip into your crotch. His hand circled like this for a bit, before suddenly grabbing your neck. "Get over here.." The stranger mumbled deeply, man-handling you onto his lap, before moving himself against the window. One of your hands came up to grab at the hand squeezing your neck, the other still trained on the hand stroking you. "Name's 'William' cutie, use it." You breathly moaned his name, his hold on you tightening. With 'William' now choking you, the pleasure you experienced was heightened. It was not even a moment before you felt your orgasm nearing. Your pants and stiffled moans increased, giving 'William' insight into your approaching orgasm. You were arching your back, shaking, quick, choked and broken moans leaving you as you panted. You were on the brink, on the fence of your orgasm, but he wasn't gonna have it. His hand left your dick just as you were going to tip over and explode, his hand immediately covering your mouth as you whined at the loss of your orgasm. You shuddered as you heard him chuckle. You groaned his name as he rubbed his bulge against you, and shudders shook you as he breathed down your neck. 'William' chuckled. You looked down, finally noticing his large claws and twisted legs. His body felt suddenly bigger against you. He turned you around in his lap, you coming face to face with who and what 'William' really was. The faceless creature chuckled, his clawed hand still covering your mouth. He moved his blank slate close to yours, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden movement, reopening one to see his face was almost touching yours. "Nobody.. On here.. Knows you are here~.." He chuckled, "The bus driverr.. Is taking us to.. One of.. My forests.." Shivers shook your body at the tone and sound of his voice, deep, gravely and husky, yet having a strange, static-y echo behind it, his voice droning, seeming to reverberate in you head, as if he was inside your head and out.

Snapping you out of your sex-numbed daze was the sound of the bus screeching to a halt, and The Slenderman pushing you out into the isle, you being slammed into the neighboring seat, bending over it before twisting your body to watch him. The eerie white of the moonlight shined around him, illuminating the bus in a foreboding, sickly light that only spelled your doom. He chuckled, leading into a dark laugh as he hoisted himself up, having to step into the isle because he wouldn't fit in between the seats, his spidery tentacles spreading out, spreading over the walls of the bus, his tall frame having to haunch over just to fit inside, looming dangerously over you. He cocked his head at you, "Run, run little morsel," Not having to worry about your pants, as they were already pulled back up, with your pulsing cock back inside, you hurried off the bus, not before hearing the rest of his dark promise, "Run as you like, but I will catch you... And make you allll minnne~"

Into His Forest

You ran, ran straight into his territory and you know it. The white eerie fog somehow made you see clearer, the trees, sparce and dense at the same time, absolutely no ground foliage. The trees were bare of leaves, all appearing dead and sickly, you afraid of their branches as they looked horribly similar to the flailing limbs that adorned his spine. As you ran you took turns and twists, hoping that not having a straight path would deter him.. Oh, how naive you are to submit to the mindset of prey, when he is very much a predator, a predator hungry for something more than flesh, a predator hungering to claim and have. A predator that is built for hunting, and stalking, and seeking. A predator that knows your every move, a predator who's territory it chased you into, territory that it knows like the back of its own claws, a predator that knows what you are doing. A predator that will take steps to ensure you know you are alone with it, that you are the mouse and it is the cat in this rigged game of hide and seek. Your lungs burned and ached, your body begging you to stop and rest. You pushed just a little further, figuring this was enough space in between you, and The Slenderman. Why did you get on that bus, even after seeing the bus driver's swirled, hypnotized eyes? You were panting hard, doubling over as you cluched your pounding heart through your skin, begging it to calm down so he doesn't hear it, the thought only serving to increase its pulses at the thought of him finding you in this state, sweaty and tired from running, and scared into arousal at his display. You weren't sure if you liked that your fear gave way into arousal. You were nearly calmed when you tensed, holding you breathe and eyes widening at the sickening sound of a horrified scream, being abrubtly cut off. You heard another, this one fading into silence as the owner to the voice perished. Another sounded the opposite side of these two screams. You wanted to puke at the way these screams made your stomach twist and churn. You hobbled against the tree, hand over your mouth as you doubled over, trying to stiffle any noises you might make.

You needed to move, it was unsafe staying in one spot. A couple more screams resounded, you covering your ears at the horrid shrieks. You decided to listen to the screams and not go that way. You ran the opposite direction. How stupid of you to do so, really. He knew you would do that, any prey item would do that. Any prey animal would run in the opposite direction of the screams of its own kind. Any time you heard a scream, you would run in a direction away from it. This plan seemed to work, until you heard one right in front of you, the blood-curtling scream making you slip to a stop, tripping over a large tree root. You cried out a quiet yelp of pain, not moving as you feared he heard you. You laid still, trying to listen for any sounds of movement. It felt like you were lying there for hours, when really it was only thirty seconds that went by. When you didn't hear any noise, you stood up. You were unsure if going the other way would be safe, you had heard screams come from behind you as well. So, with no other choice, you stared bleakly at the wall of unbelonging bushes, before walking towards them and pushing through. What you saw on the other side made you freeze. It was the mangled mess of a man. What was left of his body was frozen to the ground, on his knees, his body bent backward, staring upward, his face contorted in a scary mix of fear and pain, his eyes blank as if his soul was sucked from them. Is this what happened to the others that screamed? Breaking from your trance, you chose a direction, and ran.

He watched you. He watched your eyes widen and stomach drop. He saw the horror that filled your wide, 'innocent' eyes. He watched you 'marvel' at his eaten food, at his hunted prey. But that won't happen to you, no. He had different plans. He wanted to see those big doll eyes beg him. He wanted to see them plead. For more. The moment he laid his gaze on you, was the moment he decided that you were his little thing, that you were his little.. Pet. His little plaything, his little puppet, his little doll. His little mouse. But him being a predator at heart didn't stop him from stalking, seeking when he couldn't see you, figuring your schedule and home. From visiting you in your sleep. From ghosting his touch over your covered form as you lay there, vulnerable, and easy. He could have woken you right then and there, but no. He needed to hunt you, to bask in your fearful arousal before he took you. He had several victims lost in his forest, that you would come to know in the most gut-wrenching ways possible. One was a woman you heard scream, but apon running further, her mangled half-body fell from a tree, her neck tied by her entrails to a limb from the tree, making you scream, falling backwards onto your ass from being jumbscared so horribly. You backed up, your hand covering your mouth as you felt bile rise in your throat, burning. You shook. You stood, slowly, shakily. You hugged yourself after standing upright. When you worked up the guts to see her face, you froze. The expression that adorned what was left of her mangled face made you sob and wrench your eyes from her. You heaved, you forcing yourself to take deep, long breathes. Again, you chose a direction and ran in it, not noticing him step out from behind the tree she hung from. The skin tore from his mouth, and he managed a dark grin, his sharp teeth, painted with red, glinted in the subtle moonlight. He watched you run, right where he wanted you to run.

You ran into a clearing, tripping over a tree root, you yelping as you slammed to the ground. You whimpered in pain as you stood back up, your body weak from running and almost puking twice. You weakly stood, not knowing how long this chase had been going for. You hugged your stomach, it did hurt being fallen on twice. You finally looked up, still hugging your aching stomach, noticing that you had ran into a deadend, a towering clifface walling you off from going any further. You heard a twig snap behind you, whipping your head around with your eyes wide and full of fear, to find nothing. You took a step back.. Then another.. And another.

You backed up against something. A couple clawed hands grabbed your shoulders. No. You backed up into Him,, into The Slenderman. You heard and felt him kneel behind you, his hands trailing down your body. He buried his face into the nape of your neck, opening his mouth to inhale your mixed scent of fear and arousal. You whimpered as his hold on you tightened, his other two arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush to him. One of his hands found its way to your ass, giving the plush mound a good squeeze through your pants, him purring with the squeak you gave him. His mouth opened against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You whimpered as you felt him nibble at the sensitive skin of your nape, your body trembling, sleeved hands raised to cover your mouth. You felt him latch his mouth onto your neck, sucking the skin, making a dark hickey. He was about to bite you, when you whimpered, "p.. please don't eat mee..." You sniffled, feeling all his movements pause. He chuckled, "Oh, you silly, silly little mouse~", His upper arms wrapped around your chest, his lower ones around your waist tightening their hold, hugging you, "You are much to adorable to eat.. And even if I were to eat anything from you, it would be eating out that plush ass of yours~, or sucking on that tiny dick you have~" Your eyes widened at his response, your trembles increasing as you shivered against him, blushing profusely. Despite his words, he purred, burying his face into your neck, going back to sucking on your tasty skin, and biting, drawing blood that tasted oh, so delicious to him. His hands began roaming again, one trailing down to your crotch, where he cupped it, and rubbed his thumb along your dick through your pants.

His lower arms were roaming your chest and stomach, feeling you up. He hummed when he felt you get hard under his touch, and by pulling you flush to his body allowed his 'securing' claws and tentacles to wrap around your ass and hips, two groups of two long claws wrapping around your pelvis, and the (very small) tentacles wrapping around your thighs, and pants waist, to pull them down. He pulled your pants down enough, he didn't want to pull them down all the way as his poor little sheep might get cold, and he doesn't want that. He kissed the curve of your neck, making deep clicks at the squeak you made, feeling his slick boner slide against your ass. He hugged your form against his, grinding his length against you, and hands roaming over your tummy. Your heavy breaths spurred him on, him marking every possible inch of your neck as carefully as he can, him leaning into, bending you over slightly, the slick from his dick wetting your quivering hole as he rubbed his boner against you. A hand moved to your neck, the fingers closing around it, holding it, "You ready baby boy?~" Slender asked you, his voice a low but a deep, growly and husky breath. You whimpered, whining when his touch ghosted over your still clothed dick. "Use your words baby, master does not understand his lamb's little baas.." Your back arched as he finally removed your unbearably hot and hard dick from your prison-pants, you letting out a breathy moan as he stroked it. You gulped back saliva as you tried forming words, your mouth becoming numb at the pleasure of your dick being stroked so good, as well as the pleasure that came from the pressure of Slender rutting into your ass, rubbing his length along your ass, making it sensitive. Finally, some words managed to make it past your throat, "P-please, S-MmMmMm~" a whimper interrupted your words as Slender began rubbing your slit rather rough, "Please f-fuck mee~" Your voice wavered as a pained moan left you as a very small tendril found its way into your urethra, slowly sliding in, not stopping until it could easily press against your prostate.

Finally, he slid in, using two of his fingers to open your ass. He stared hungrily at it as it quivered when he rubbed his tip against it, sliding the tip in when you made begging whimpers, trying to buck your hips against him. Your eyes widened and you practically melted as he finally slid inside you, and he didn't stop until he was as far in as he could go. He hugged your trembling form, you moaning at the warmth that spread through you. He pulled out, only stopping when his tip hitched against your hole, then slid back in, you crying out in pleasure, your body shaking at the low groan that left him as you tightened around him as he slid in. He repeated slowly slipping inside you a couple more times, allowing your body to adjust to his size. Though, his patience only ran so far. He groaned, kissed your neck, "You ready, Sheep?" You gasped, pleading for him to fuck you how he wished as he slid all the way back in. He clicked, the sound resonating from his chest, making you shudder, and become even more horny to be honest. You let out a loud moan as he slammed into you, his tip ramming into, then sliding against, your prostate, made you almost collapse because of the huge wave of pleasure that coursed through your body. He easily slid into you because of the slick that covered his dick, his girth stretching you warmly. The moans that left you were loud and pleasured, your voice easily echoing a ways out into the forest, fresh tears building up and slithering down your cheek. Slender was happy with how loud you were being though, as not only did his forest now you were his only, but your volume also spurred him to fuck you harder and faster, him setting a viscious, mind-numbing pace. You breathed deep and fast in between your moans, you gripoing the arms he had wrapped around you as he rammed into your prostate, the thin tendril inside your urethra easily finding it and rubbing it, bringing your right into the feeling of an orgasm, being stopped by your stuffed dick.

You pleaded with him to let you cum, and he did, the tendril puling out of your dick sent sensations that had you howling with pleasure as you came, you dick now so fucking sensative because something was inside it. You whined as your body was pushed into overstimulation, Slender not only ramming into you oh so deliciously, but also stroking your dick and rubbing your tip. It wasn't long before you came again, you whimpering at the groan from Slender as you squeezed him again. His large cock stretched you past your limits, but it felt so good, so warm and so fucking good. He stretched you in ways you knew no other human male could, he fucked you sooo deep too, so deep he left a sizeable bulge whenever he thrust into you. He thrust so hard into you he'd push you forward in his grasp. Your mouth was hanging open now, you not trying to move it due to the high amounts of pleasure that consecutively waved through your body. You came again, which caused your asshole to tighten around Slender again, the pressure from the squeeze practically blinding you with black and stars. Slender only fucked you rougher, giving you all he has, thrusting faster and deeper, and it onpy made you whine and moan, keening when you felt a tentacle or two worming their way into your hole too, them going deeper than his dick, and covering your walls in wet, cummy slime, allowing his dick to slide past your walls easier than ever. Your body was tired, your legs were shaking so hard. He was so close though, so you could last... Maybe. When he came, you gasped, you legs giving out. He held you up though. His seed was so hot it warmed your whole body, it was sticky but was also fluid. There was so much too. You felt a hand caress your tummy, and you looked. You gasped at hoe big your tummy looked all full of.. Him.

He leaned back, propping you against him, you leaning your tired body against his. You tensed and whined at the feeling of his cock swelling inside you and something pushing its way into you. "Shhhh. Its okay little sheep,, just a couple of special eggs I am giving you.." Slender's sex-drunken drawl sounded in your ear as he hugged you again. His lower arms rubbed tired circles against your hips. Fuck. Not only were you stuffed with his seed, but he also... Laid eggs inside you? You moaned as you were stuffed more, beyond your limit even. Slender rattled, the noise sending shudders through your body, you swear they even echoed a bit. He bit the junction between your neck and shoulder so deep his teeth scraped against your bones, him holding you tighter as you whined and cried at the pain. Fresh tears left you eyes as you squeezed them as you felt.. Something course through you from the bite. Slender carefully removed his teeth from your skin and flesh, his tongue lapping at the wound like a sorry kitten. The touch of his tongue healed the surface of your wound, but not the flesh wound.. He kissed it after the skin healed, saying sorrys and rubbing your body as you relaxed against him.

His Cabin

You groaned, your arm covering your eyes as the bright light flashed over your closed eyelids. You were on a bed that was in the center of the room. Weird but whatevs. You slowly worked yourself into a sitting position, moaning in pain as a sharp pang raced up your back from your butt. You rubbed your back as the pain slowly subsided. "Wh.. Wha?-" You were cut of as a tentacle wrapped around your mouth, keeping it shut. More wrapped around your startled limbs keeping you still. You felt cold things drag along your arms and legs. You felt him pet your head, his long, cold fingers dragging through your messed hair. You felt him cuff your wrists behind your back, you whimpering despite the tentacle shutting your mouth tight. His fingers traced your spin up your back, making you arch and shudder. He tilted your head up, and you flinched as you felt him wrap something around your neck, clasping it shut. A collar.. The underwear you were wearing felt weird now. Almost like fake leather or something. His hand traveled there, squeezing you and rubbing your cock nice and rough, easily bringinb it to life despit its tight restraints. You couldn't help but tilt your head back at this touching. So rough. You tried closing your legs, you had a feeling of being post-sex shy. However, he easily had your legs spread nice and wide, it felt so delicious to you when your legs were spread despite your best attempts to keep then closed and your cock from prying eyes. As his two lower hands kept your legs spread, he continued binding you, re-doing your cuffs to have your arms above your head, connecting the cuffs to the bedposts.

He hasn't said a word yet, and like the little slut you were, you were only getting excited by his touching and the anxious noises that were made. Sure, you had a good idea if what he was preparing, but you couldn't help but let your mind wander at the things he might be thinking of doing to you, as he had placed a blindfold around you.

You hadn't expected to be suddenly flipped over, the cuffs allowing it with how he set them up apparently. He had almost completely stripped you, the only thing keeping you from being completely bare was the leather trap your dick was struggling against. It was certainly tight around you... And rather scandalous as it was so thin it went straight through your butt cheeks. You felt him mount the bed behind you. He sat so his boner was resting in between your cheeks. You inhaled deeply as you felt his warm hands rub over your back, squeezing your shoulders and just.. Roaming your body. He'd grind himself against you occasionally. You moved your hips, moaning quietly when his boner rubbed against you. You moaned loud and quick, his palm smacking against your ass quick and hard. You got the message. You think he was leaning over you now, his breathing had moved to right above you, his hands still roaming your body. He snappes the fabric of your socks, which he kept on you, against your thigh, pleased with the small yelp that left you. He spread your cheeks, the thin strap of the leather thong hardly covering your hole. He traced your hole with a finger, and he made pleased quiet clicks when your hole quivered at the touch. His fingers teased you, slipping into your ass then out again, rubbing it and the like. You choked out a surprised moan, wriggling when his tongues were suddenly inside you. His arms were under your legs, his hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. You have him those sweet, muffled moans as he ate out your ass. His tongues rubbed along your walls and stratched you in such satisfying ways.

Slow and deep, that was how he was fucking you right now. Slow and fucking deep. His lower hands wer rubbing your thighs, his mouth trained on your neck and shoulders, leaving bruises wherever it struck, his body against yours as he trapped you to the bed. His dick was throbbing inside you, and was hitting your deepest areas, easily rubbing against your prostate, sending you into a fit of wriggling and keening, moaning as he slid back out only to stroke your good spot again. He never sped up, no. He savored your long moans and high pitched keens as he fucked you like this. The tentacle that was inside your mouth removed itself, now latching itself to your nipple, making you squeal at the sudden pang of pleasure. Another tentacle found your other nipple, both nipples now being stimulated and hardened. Even after being hardened, the tentacles didn't stop sucking and rubbing you nipples, kicking them into sudden over sensitivity. "How do you feel, Little Lamb?" Slender asked you in a husky whisper. You couldn't form words. Your mouth was hung open, drool practically a waterfall out your mouth, your tongue sticking out your mouth whenever he reentered you, loud moans filling whatever room you were inside of. He chuckled, the deep gravely sound making you shiver as he gently kissed the back of your neck as he sheathed himself back inside you again, "Hmm.. Good boy". Your hole squeezed around his cock, you moaning at the pressure, your body tensing as you felt him continue at the same pace despite how tight you had gotten. Your stomach tensed as an orgasm built.

You were stuffed, full of more than you could hold. Yet he was still fucking into you, he was still forcing more orgasm onto you, your dick now sore and sensitive, your nipples still being sucked on and rubbed by his slick tentacles. His cum was leaking out of you with every roll of his hips against yours. "Mmm, you have been such a good boy, little Lamb.. Such a good little thing for me.." He spilled into again, you moaning at the new hot wave spreading through you. The blindfold was removed from your head, and so were the cuffs keeping your wrists bound. His hands were rubbingbyour shoulders and sides, sliding over your stomach too, and your stomach, you looked, was bigger than the night before. You whimpered at how big it was. You exhaled with force, feeling Slender's mouth on the back of your neck, pecking it with deep but gentle kisses. You blinked gasping as you realized you were in a different bed and different room. He hugged you, one hand sifting through your hair, and his face buried into your neck, where he inhaled deeply, purring at how sweet you smelled with his essence mixed with your scent. He kissed you again before removing himself from you and covering you up. You were apparently clean. He made sure you were comfortable, before grabbing your chin and kissing your lips. "I will be right back, Little Lamb.." And in a flash of twisting black,, he was gone...

You settled into the bed, easily getting warm, finding stuffed animals litering it you could snuggle with. The room was dark, but not completely, with the moonlight filtering through the cracks of the window draps. Noises of night stalking animals echoed through the forest and into the window, coupled with the gentle nightly breeze and how tired you were from being fucked out, sleep easily encumbered you..

And off to sleep you drifted... Soon accompanied by his bloodied body after a good night's hunting and feasting.

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eyeless-cunt · 2 years

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May you do the sfw dynamics between slendeman x male reader? Please there’s barely any and I am but a sad little clown

this is a newer ask but it is easy so into the drafts it goes

TW/CW: Slight Gore. Death. Suicide mentions. Romance Babe 🌹

Slender lives a quiet existence for the most part. It's dark where he lives, and barely any sound reaches this part of the forest. There's not many animals brave enough to make noise in these parts, much less any people. Slender spends most of his existence in this quiet darkness. And only when he gets hungry is there sound. That's typically when you scurry away to a place you don't have to listen to the hunt taking place. You wish he'd finish them off before they started their unavoidable screeching, but you know he loves the hunt. He'll savor every moment despite your many wishes that ask the opposite of him.

You wonder why he chooses the victims he does. There's typically no physical characteristics that stand out to you. Just a raw horror that shows through their eyes. The way they all react differently but somehow come to the same conclusion. The same hopeless, frozen despair that almost feels contagious. You can always feel their suffering as you watch their eyes practically melt from the sockets, the static finally taking effect. Their mouths always stuck open, eventually to fall silent even before they die. You don't wonder how it feels to be in their shoes. You're well aware.

The horror, oh the fucking horror, to have eyes laid in every corner of your room, to watch you while you sleep no matter how tight your blinds are drawn. To haunt you while you lay awake and unable to rest your eyes, well aware you can do nothing but kill yourself to make the creature leave you alone. Oh how you understand how Slender's prey now wishes they would have killed themselves before. It would have been an easier death, no matter how painfully they chose to go. It would have been so less terrifying. So less horrifyingly bleak. Not peaceful. But merciful.

You know all this. You know all of it on a level that I could only dream to write about coherently. But fuck do you adore him. Fuck do you crave him. Fuck do you love the way he always knows where you are. Always knows what you're thinking. Always makes sure to wipe off the blood before kissing you. Fuck is it disgusting, fuck is it delicious, fuck is it fucking euphoric.

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deadghosy · 2 months

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Mommy long legs reader or slender man reader x Hazbin hotel 🌚🌝

AHHHH I LOVE YOU MY GHOST ANONNNN! SLENDERMAN?? YOU FINNA BRING OUT MY CREEPYPASTA PHASEE🦆✨💗‼️‼️‼️

HAZBIN HOTEL X SLENDERMAN! READER

prompt: a faceless creature of the height of 10’5 (or 7’9 idk I got two different heights from safari lol) came to hell to serve one final purpose…get a damn job.

Two words, scary tall…

So say your height was 10’5…

SHIT GON GET WICKEEDDDD!!!

Okay so I can see Charlie being scared staring at you as you just sit like a nice gentleman as your body doesn’t fit the whole seat… (y’know what, let’s go with 7’9…) you told Charlie you use to be a leader before you somehow came to this wrenched place

Charlie felt bad and gave you a job here so yon can stay. But she was confused when you said “somehow”’ as if you didn’t die as a Human…WAIT A MINUTE..DID YOU JUST TALK WITHOUT A MOU-

Lucifer looked up at you and was like….“What in the fucking nine circles…” and you two became friends because of how Lucifer put accessories on you like a Christmas tree

Y’know how people make slenderman wear reading glasses sometimes? That’s you. 😭 with your blind ass LMAOO (I also wear glasses dw…) But I can see you wear the glasses and residents be so confused because…you don’t have eyes for Christ out loud-

“Fuck you wearin' glasses for?” Husk said to you once as he caught you even reading a book…now he was more confused. “I’m reading…” “…..okay..” husk was so done with this buffoonery as you had no mouth and eyes. But yet you could still read, see, and fuckin talk? Yeah he must be drunk as hell itself…

You treat niffty just like how fanon slenderman treats Sally. That’s how I headcannon it.

I headcannon you to be the fanon version of slenderman rather the cannon version. Cause you being the fanon version is just sweet considering the chaos that can happen in the hotel and how you treat niffty.

I can see people thinking you are a new overlord as you had a stern aura around yourself as you had a proper straight walk as you held a high chin not showing any weaknesses.

“Woah….did you see that sinner get lit in flames…” “yeah I did.” It got so quiet so quick as angel gave you a confused face as you just stood there. 😭 Angel couldn’t tell if you were being fr or being a smartass

You were just sleeping on the couch, dead ass like a passed out beer dad after watching football. And fat nuggets sat in your lap sleeping. Then angel came and slept by you, then husk, then niffty, AND THEN EVERYONE JOINED 😭 big ass family cuddle💗💗🦆

You deadass could be the bodyguard of the hotel as you could escort a sinner who is trying to be an ass to the staff and you’re just like, “YEET!” And boom they are thrown away

You and Alastor definitely bond the most as you two got black tentacles. It’s just for Alastor it’s based on his powers when he uses his magic. But for you, it’s just your appearance as you use them to pierce your enemies. But mostly you use them when you are too bored to pick up objects with your hands

BIGGG headcannon that when slenderman do that static thingy, for you it clouds their vision and hearing as you make them pass out. Either to death or just to knock them out.

Lol I can imagine the whole creepypasta mansion going crazy while you drink tea like “this is fine” as you are in some other universe- 😭 crossover type shit

Like Drowned Ben is spam texting your phone like, “slender. slender. Help. Slendy. Octopus. Father. Help help.. help JeFF STABBED ME!”

And your tall ass is just sleeping as everything is going soooo peaceful in the hotel.

While we are at that, EJ definitely was using a book to try and to summon you with sally behind him hugging her teddy to see you again. Meanwhile Jeff was chasing Ben as he goes through a tv to hide from Jeff.

I imagine people in the hotel would hug you except for Alastor as he hates touch. But the people would dead ass hug you as one of your tentacles hold them.

You picked up angel, niffty , Charlie and Vaggie with your four tentacles as you read a book. It was a funny but cute sight as Charlie was like “:p” while the others had a cartoony ass expression or a blank one which is definitely Vaggie and husk

Adam and Lute definitely glanced at each other confused at what the fuck you were as you didn’t have a demonic or angelic aura. But you had some type of power in you. It was weird asf as you just stood there like “��🏾am I ugly?” They just kept staring at you

I can see you having the same expression as the picture above when you met pentious as you and Alastor was having tea just chilling with the hellish weather.

“Do you know that guy?” “I have no idea who that pest is my dear friend.” Alastor says with his usual smile as he hands you a cookie.

Just straight up tea times with Alastor is so peaceful as Alastor was kinda suspicious when you didn’t say anything if he ate a cannibalism meal. But I mean…slenderman! Reader is use to people being a cannibal.

The vees are definitely intrigued with who the hell you are and how powerful are you as you were the talk of pentagram city when you first came.

I headcannon a sinner tried to cut off your tentacles only to be grabbed by one of them and slammed to the ground. You just stood there and let static ring loudly in their head to the point it exploded.

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crxshed-skxlls · 10 months

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— ❝ Ethereal Sickness

Slenderman x M!Reader

Word count: 2K+

Plot: You are a private supernatural investigator, working under the whims for any haunting experiences your way. You soon get lost in the forest, and It wasn't long before you realize you are not the only one in this place..

NSFW tags: Dubcon, Prey/Predator themes, exhibistionism, Tentacles, Monster Fucker, Sadomasochism, blood play, power imbalance, degradation, rough sex

You had a sick feeling ever since you came here. Your eyes scan the forest interior with a small reluctance. Some people reported in your emails of a potenially supernatural experience, and you were intrigued. Your mind was always captivated by the macabre and mysterious. You had a weird fascination ever since the playful stories of Bloody Mary and Charlie Charlie. You take a deep breath, inhaling the thick air of the forest as you sigh. You take a couple more steps in the woodlands, hearing the faint crushing sound of leaves and twigs under your shoes. You carry a small camera, just in case there were any spirits to capture. You pause as you hear a twig snap behind you -- whipping around only to see.. Nothing but a small squirrel scurry up a tree. You sigh in somewhat relief. You're admittedly a little nervous, anticipating any strange encounter that may lurk around the corners.

Though, you assume your thoughts to be your subconscious toying with you. You sigh and turn back around, walking deeper in the murky terrain. Undoubtedly this forest was pretty, but a subtle hint of unease settled inside. The fogged, moist atmosphere made things a bit blurry for you to see. The dark, lush flora meshed with the paranoid thoughts of someone lurking around. You are soon snapped into reality again as you see a strange sight. Your eyes widen in intrigue as you notice a weird page in the distance, hanging a few muddled feet from a rotting tree. You start to move by yourself, curiously wandering to the strange picture. It depicted a strange drawing with symbols you couldn't recognize, seemingly created with dirtied charcoal. You delicately take the page from the tree, carefully examining it. However, you accidentally smudge some of the charcoal. It left a black residue. Weird. This picture seemed to be fresh.

You collect the page as evidence, looking around to see if you can find anymore near. It was only then you hear another subtle sound of leaves crunching – making you dart to the general direction. This time, there was nothing there. Your heart starts to drop as you feel a sense of dread and paranoia. You quickly start walking in a different direction, only to see another page faintly in the distance. You felt as if eyes lingered over you, but maybe you were just being paranoid. Sometimes chills are a good thing, it means your doing something right at least. You could practically feel the paranormal air thicken as you go on to the other page. This one seemed much older in quality, only a big symbol in the middle with an eerie note; You feel a knot nervously bubble in your stomach as you read the scribbled writing. The phrase stated,

HE IS ALWAYS WATCHING

You pondered curiously. Whom might "he" be? You quickly collect yourself as you soon see something in the corner of your eye– a startling figure. You turn your head, only to find nothing there. This was strange. Not once did you ever feel such unsure paranoia. Irrational thoughts caved into your consciousness as you take the second page with a lump in your throat. Despite your paranoia and irrational behavior, you chalk it up to your nerves. Something that something in the distance was amused by. Amused, and out of sight, lies an ancient entity. He went by many names, by many legends. However, he coined "Slenderman" more infamously. He had been watching for a bit now, observing your odd behavior with a predatory gaze. As if a tiger stalking down its prey in a well forested area. Slender pleasantly toys with you, practically ogling your irrational reactions.

He had seen many mortals before; humans carelessly roughhousing his domain. He growled quietly at the thought of those leeches.. However, you were intriguing. You captivated him with the delicate ways you would handle your surroundings, how quick it was for you to shudder and shiver with nervousness. As much as he was known for his careless nature towards humans, you had certainly caught the wrong eyes. Meanwhile, you were still wandering in what felt like a conflicting trance. Both your mind and body telling you that you must go; flee… However you were lost in the mysteries and captivated by the pages. There was a sick feeling in your stomach; nausea kicks in as you feel a presence linger in the air. You spin around – your heart skipping a beat as you see a tall figure. You quickly start to flee, running as fast as you can as your adrenaline causing you to beeline to the opposite direction. What a lovely look for you to an eyes of a prowling creature.

The air becomes more thick and cold as you dart through trees, hoping to get it off your trail. Whatever it was it was not human, and it definitely seemed unfriendly. Slender catches to your pace as he patiently watches you crumble physically. You aren't too athletic or anything, but your body told you to keep going. You had scattered the pages behind you somehow during the irrational running, but you didn't look back. You kept going until you hit a rock, stumbling down a harsh steep hill. As you tunbled, you can feel the scrapes and gashes unwantedly scrape your body – only to fall a couple inches from a tree. You let out a whimper as you catch your breath, sitting upright only to be met with the being in question. You didn't want to admit it, but you were weirdly enraptured by the way he gazed at you. You were scared – no, terrified.. Though something about the way he stood so grand in front of you made you flushed. You take a shaky breath as the figure grew near.

" What might we have here… "

You gasped, surprised at the low voice that rang in your ears. You look on curiously as his voice teased. Slender looks down in a confused but curious glance as you shiver and tremble on the ground. You watch as his black, slender tendrils slide out of his back. You gulp nervously as you try moving back, only for Slender to swiftly smacks you to the tree. You yelp painfully as he pins you to the tree, your eyes betraying your focus as you watch Slender leans in closely.

" Wh– What do you want fr- from me? "

You croak out as Slender's skeletal hands ghost around your abdomen. Even without eyes, Slender was observant to your fear. He drank the look of terror from your face, the bloodied gash along your cheek made his grip tighter on you. It wasn't long until you watch as Slender's facial skin moves. You gasp, horrified as you watch Slender's skin tear and crack. It showed Slender's mouth, sharp teeth and a long black tongue with ripped pale skin.

" I want you to be a good meal for me. "

" W- wait !! "

You shriek and squirm as he moves down to your neck, feeling his mouth open wide. A different tendril floods your mouth, unexpectedly choking you. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the ethereal being to take a good chomp of you… But he doesn't. Instead, you feel the slimy, wet sensations as his tongue laps at your neck. You gag on his tendril, letting out a small moan as the stinging feeling of your wounds is lapped up by his sickly black tongue. He pulls away for a moment, taking in the delicious iron taste in his mouth of your open wounds. He stalks your body in a way that feels possessive, territorial. You feel yourself trickle another moan on the soft tendril as the man lifted your shirt, cold air hitting you as he wanders. You were unsure of this, at least with the delirious and disoriented state you were in.

The tendril in your mouth soon pops out with a slick pop – allowing you to gasp. You dont dare to utter any words though, trembling as you watch Slender tenderly lick your abdomen. You let out a moan as he licks up, trailing to your chest. You try to squirm away, but he has you firm to the tree. He sighs abruptly, his warm breath causing you to whimper out. It was only then you gasped, feeling something slick paw at your crotch. You attempt to wiggle out again as your breath hitches, looking at Slender with worry –

" Wait – Wait please I don't know if I can – "

You beg and plead through breathy moans and shaky replies, Slender growling in a guttural tone. He creepily smiles as he watches tears prick your eyes, licking his lips. You couldn't help but feel yourself throb as you see your own blood plastered sickly on his "lips". He soon claws away your dirtied shirt with a swift rip, causing you to land your head back to the tree in a shiver. The mix of unpleasant cold and dirty pleasure had you reeling. For what it is though, you didn't expect such a beast to be almost gentle with you – and you have backtracked that statement as he rips your pants away. You shriek out with a gasp, your face flushing redder as you look away from Slender. The tendriled being laughs coldly, his tentacle palming at your throbbing erection.

" You really are a sick meal, are you? Such a mortal like yourself would keep struggling– but your different. "

He hisses with a predatory gaze. The degrading made you whimper, only before crying out as he bites your tender flesh on your shoulder. You yell in a weird mix of pain and pleasure, the sweet twinge of agony as he laps up more of your blood. You feel the man's tendril pull down your boxers, leaving you bare naked. Your cock springs out shamefully, precum laced at the tip. Slender giggles in almost amusement. His big hands trailing down your tendered waist. You lay your head in embarrassment, weakly kicking your legs in protest. Slender's tendril swirls around your dick, tracing the peculiar veins that popped out. You shamefully groan, letting your head fall back more as you marched. Slender hisses in delight.

" Wow, so shameful to moan for such a monster. What do you think others would think seeing you like this, hm? "

Slender taunted, grunting as he unzips his pants. What came next was something indescribable; almost unbelievable. Your eyes widen at Slender's huge penis. It wasn't like any other humans though– it was a thick, black tendril with a slick feel. As his other tendril leaves your cock, he let's his penis slide against yours. You both let out a moan, one more surprised than the other. He was several inches bigger than you, and you were average to say the least. You shiver out a moan as he bucked his hips into yours, the slimy texture of his dick lubricating yours. You moan again before letting out a breathy gasp as Slender's hands raise your legs. You were folded between the being and a tree, tears spilling out of your muddy face as you watch helplessly. Your eyes widen at such a suggestion, shaking your head.

" N- no way! That's not going to fit in me! "

You cry out, watching as he examines your cute little hole. It was already laced with some of your own precum, watching as you clench to nothing was both arousing and amusing to the man. He looks at the mess he made, aiming his slick dick to your hole. You begged more, pleaded even. He teased your ass with the tip of his cock, swirling around your entrance. You moan at the unusual feeling, panting slightly as your dick twitched between you two. Slender leans to your bloodied, bitten shoulder to lick the gashes he marked onto you. You hiss in pain, wincing at the twinges of pleasure it brought you. Your stomach knotted up as it pulled more heat, becoming almost unbearable. Slender noticed this, even as your cock twitched. You both knew what was coming as he laughed darkly.

" Already coming, are we? Such a shame. It hasn't even got to the fun parts yet.. "

Fun parts? You shiver from what he staged. You were already becoming undone, and he still had more plans? Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a harsh force and a painful twinge. Slender had finally slipped his dick into you, bottoming in one strong move. You leans your head forward, biting into the man's clothes shoulder with a scream. The mixed pain and pleasure had got you to spill out – coming onto your abdomen and chest as you heaved and moaned in the being's shoulder. He grunts at the twinge of pain, his dick slick as he moves inside of you. He grunts as he pulls halfway out before plunging back into you. You arch your back as you moaned out, feeling Slender set a ridiculous pace. His quiet but guttural moans rang in your ears as he rips inside of you. It was only then you had completely lost yourself when you felt him curl into your prostate. You whimper and moan out shamelessly as you put your hands on Slender's shoulders to stable yourself.

" Mm - More! God, more sir– "

Your meek voice sent Slender into a predatory growl, slamming into your prostate as he draws more of your noises out. You could only feel a flood of pain from the ache of the tree scraping your back, your bitten shoulder, and some other injurgies. However, pleasure flushed your body as you come for a second time. Your cum lands on his suit as he slams into your ass. You let out more "sirs" and "pleases" in the air.

" Awwh you – Haah – foolish being.. Such a slut you became, darling."

The petname and moans he let's out sends you overboard. You feel twinges of overstimulation kick in as you lay almost limp in the being's grasp. He lays his head to the tree holding you, letting out more moans as his hips sputter into you.

" Please – no more!-- haah– cant– "

" Yes you can. You will take what I give you– "

Slender interrupts your pleas as he grips the soft flesh of your thighs, sinking his teeth back into your shoulder as he spurs on one more time. You cry out with a yelp, feeling the twitch inside you before you felt him cover your insides with his sticky ropes. You both pant in silence, only hearing your breath as be pulls out of you. Slender moans slightly as he watches his seed spill out of your hole, the mixed of sweat and other bodily fluids clung to you as you pant. You feel exhausted as your body comes down from your high, blinking slowly as you look up at Slender. He looks down as he let's go of you, letting you gently fall to the bottom of the tree. He marvels at his creation, and you look up at him like he was an angel from hell. He was pretty terrifying, but he also looked so hot as he watches the mess he created.

You were drenched in fluids, and naked. The blood from your shoulder had trickled it's way down to your soft chest. Your nipples perked up from the neglected attention it had. You had mud and gashes that covered you a in spots. You had Slender's seed spill out of you as your cock softened. You were filthy, disgusting, and a mess. Slender gawks at you with a smirk, leaning down towards you. You look at him with half lidded eyes, shakily breathing as you lay limp against the tree. You shiver and tremble with the cold wind as he lays his eyes on you. It wasn't long after he took in such a sight he grabbed you, picking you up with his arms. You don't have any strength to protest, whimpering as he looks at you. Something was definitely different however.. His gaze was softer, and his hold on you was different. Instead of the hard, possessive grip he had, it was replaced with a gentle but firm squeeze.

" You're mine now. You will be mine for as long as you live. Do you understand me? "

You give a weak nod before your eyes start rolling in the back of your head. You pass out right then and there. Your consciousness leaving your body as you lay limp, blissfully ignorant to what you had just endured.

You then wake up in your house. You were clothed and covered in the warmth of a blanket. You would be lying if you thought it was all just a dream until you felt it hit. The ache of your body made you grunt as you turn. You noticed something on your nightstand however. It was your camera and a crinkled note. Just like the papers in the forest. You look to see it's one of the ones you had picked up; ALWAYS WATCHING lingering in your head with not fear – but a longing. You sit the page down as you flop back onto your bed, sighing as you plop your face in the soft pillows below. You then drift back off to unconsciousness, the last thing you see is a figure at the corner of your eye as you peacefully pass out.

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 8 months

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❝ just wanna be one of your toys, tonight❞

creepypasta x incubus!reader | drabble, how you meet, general dating headcanons | graphic descriptions of violence, descriptions of nsfw/smut | not proofread

warnings: yandere tendencies, unhealthy relationship habits but it's okay because everyone in this fic is unhinged, cannibalism with a sexual context, piquerism/knife kink, tentacles, teratophilia, pheromones used by r!, canon violence, LJ's section alludes to r! mutilating a p*de,Slenderman controls r!s food intake (?), guys this is kind of messed up pls

Eyeless Jack | Jeff The Killer | Laughing Jack | Slenderman | Toby Rogers

req: OMG. creepypasta fics. i love them. can you uhmmm. can you write headcanons for an incubus reader. with like eyeless jack, toby, masky and hoodie? ignore this if you dont do that sorta stuff im just jumping on a request train rn ghnjgjkejnjngf

authors note: unfortunately, I'm not super informed about the Marble Hornet boys so I did not include them ;'3 Also I did want to do the typical sexy incubi reader but then I didn't so enjoy demonic, somewhat feral, reader and his equally as fucked up lovers

Eyeless Jack —

There was silence when you first laid your eyes on him. As you're both demons who preyed on humans, it was akin to throwing two hungry wolves into a fighting ring.

Your prey, emphasis on yours, had been yours for damn near a week. You've been sneaking into their dreams, draining them of slivers of their essence by bringing them to climax in their wildest dreams. They would grin brightly the first few times but as the week progressed, they began realizing how exhausted they felt and those sexy wet dreams suddenly felt more morbid than exciting.

So your lips curl as you hunch over their head and bare your mouth full of fangs. Your hiss sounds like nails on a chalkboard and your jaw unhinging more than humanely possible as your forked tongue drips with viscous liquid. Jack steps back, his scalpel glinting in the moonlight as he returns the hiss with a gravelly snarl.

Oh, people think of "Sex on Legs" of a man when they imagine an incubus. That's the aim of your pheromones and magic after all. Everyone's ideal of a masculine body is what you morph into. Muscular, fat, hairy, clean-shaven, short or tall; whatever their genitals desire is what you distort their brain into seeing.

Your true form was a whole other story. You were a demon. It didn't matter if you were once human or if you were born in Hell itself. You were different now.

"They are mine," Your lips twitch and curl with every syllable. Fingers digging deeper into the skull of your prey. You don't know this demon's name and you're unsure of how strong he truly is but you dig your heels into the ground.

Jack pauses. His growling ceases as he loosens and tightens his grip on his scalpel.

He's had his run-ins with others "like" him. Eldritch beings, proxies of eldritch beings, and such others. However, incubi was new for him. He half-expected a stout creature with leathery wings and horns like those illustrations in the yellow pages of demonology books.

"...What do you need from them?" He wants to bargain. He doesn't have to but he does anyway. Partly from curiosity and partly from his own hunger...for you.

He wonders what you taste like. Jack wouldn't admit it then but he licked his needle-sharp fangs at the thought of your flesh in his mouth and your blood flowing down his throat like the most decadent wine.

"Soul," you answer as a sickening crunch resounds through the room just as your index finger burrows deeper, "Their brain, need".

"Good, I don't need that." Jack points the sharp end of his scalpel to his stomach. "Here, everything I need is here," he then aims his weapon at you with a loose grip; "Share, yes?"

Your lips hide your fangs and you tilt your head, swaying your head as you try to weigh the options. Other demons could be rather tricky. Sharing wasn't in most of their vocabulary. However, this one was...different.

"Share, yes".

That is how the two of you met. His masked visage and the tar-like substance that escapes from his humanoid eye sockets intrigue you. You had watched him cut open your prey with medical precision so he could carefully remove the organ he craved.

"Name is...?" Jack's pointed ears twitch from beneath his hoodie. He turns his head towards yours and if he were human he might have flinched from the way your nose brushes the bump of his mask. But he isn't, so he doesn't.

"Jack. My name is Jack," he brings one leathery hand to rest upon your cheek. It stains your skin and Jack's thumb rests precariously close to your lower lash line. The silence is a prompt for you to continue and you whisper your name, chewing on your lower lip after which makes Jack scoff in mild amusement.

Your relationship initially begins due to Jack's desire. He craves you in such a visceral way he doesn't know what to do with it anymore. It pains him that he doesn't sleep because he is certain that the number of times he's unravelled at the thought of you should already beckon you into his brain. But Jack isn't a human.

He's a demon. So, he decides to use victims to lure you. He wasn't sure how to go on about it at first but after tilting his head down at the moaning woman writhing in her bed, whispering your name, he takes her to his home.

When you visit your prey's dreams it's plagued with images of the eyeless demon and once you manifest into thin air he wastes no time pinning you to the wall with his inhuman strength.

"Jack!" you snarl in alarm and he releases you, smiling. His blue mask was placed elsewhere, instead, he hid his eyes behind tattered bandages. His teeth were so sharp you felt yourself tense.

You become something akin to a pet. Jack learns how to keep you captive in his home, locked behind bars and ancient runes written in blood. Despite the lack of freedom, you couldn't say he doesn't spoil you.

He brings you his victims. Dazed from whatever supernatural effect he has and sore from his impromptu surgery. They always scramble in alarm, panicked and disorientated before they spot you.

Then, Jack relishes in your vicious lunges. Watches from the outside as you crush their skulls open to fill your stomach.

When he eventually makes you trust him enough (Stockholm Syndrome is one beautiful side effect) he brings you to hunts with him. You're the shadow that hangs upside down from the ceiling when his victims wake up and shake, paralyzed as Jack digs through their layers of skin, muscles and fat. Your grin is hauntingly ethereal and inhuman as you lean down to kiss their trembling lips.

Jack wonders if you smell his desire. You do. But it's normal. Your pheromones were meant to attract sexual partners after all but your gaze does linger on Jack the more the scent of charred earth burns whenever you're pressed to his back.

"Teasing me?" He would mutter. Silence would be his reply and all he'd feel is your supple skin brushing on his ashen grey skin, nosing insistently to his neck. "I know you can talk (Y/N)" his needle and thread continue threading through the patchwork of skin.

"Why won't you touch me?" that makes him freeze. Jack had thought about it. Every time he saw you kiss your victims, or rip them to shreds. You were fire dancing in the wind and Jack can't justify his need to own you but he doesn't care.

"Because if I touch you, I won't be able to stop"

"Who said I'd want you to stop?"

Jack tugs on the blood-soaked thread. It glints in the harsh lighting of his desk lamp, briefly looking like a sliver of light.

"I'll sink my teeth into you, tear you apart and consume you".

His head turns as you grab his chin. His bandages tugged away and you chuckled as you saw the ugly gored-out holes. He hasn't told you the whole story but you know what scars he did have were all human-made.

"You can take my flesh if you want, Jack".

The thread snaps.

Jack belatedly realises that since you were not human either, your resistance to pain was just as crazy as your regenerative abilities. He takes you in a way that feels genuinely primal. Two animals going at it, blood smeared along the floors and walls while claws and fangs puncture into flesh.

You two give sex a whole new meaning. Jack finishes inside of you as he laps up at the gash on your neck, groaning as his dexterous tongues (yes, tongues) feel your pulsing veins dancing on them. You encourage his ferocity with saccharine sweet calls of his name.

Sometimes, as silly as it sounds, you make him feel human again. He swears the shrivelled thing in his dusty ribcage beats thunderously whenever you dig your fingers into the back of his thighs.

You were a never-ending feast. A banquet he will never tire from. The cell he kept you in wasn't in use anymore but he swears if you ever even think of going away from his side he would keep you in there until the sun exploded.

There'll eventually be a balance in your relationship. Once you gain his trust, you might as well carve out his insides to nestle between his blackened bones and allow his tar-like blood to keep you warm. He'll do whatever it takes to ensure no one, human or non-human, will keep you apart.

He thinks it is absolutely healthy if you return the sentiment.

Jack doesn't stray from you. He is devoted. The type of person to ensure you're always full, from his essence or from others, he will provide whatever you need.

Close-promixity. He doesn't have to be touching you, just wants you near.

Will bite you. Hard. Not in a cute nibbling way. Legitimately bites you to sustain himself and thinks it's romantic that you're inside of him.

He is more human than you at times. He enjoys human comforts. The internet, a bed, a shower. He doesn't need it, you're both demons after all. But they're a luxury that he treasures.

If "others" wander into your territory, Jack's growls turn spine-chilling. A chittering, gravelly, snarl that heightens in volume as he curls his lips. He'll unmask, scalpel forgotten as veins bulge into the back of his hands and his footsteps suddenly get heavier. The one time someone had stumbled on you while you were feeding, you swore you saw wisps of black smoke smoulder from Jack's skin and the faint sound of fire crackling.

Miiight be the most protective one of the bunch.

You having sex with your prey does not bother Jack. Your sex with him is much more solidifying, oath-binding and skin-scarring. Besides, he knows you need actual souls to be sustained.

Jack's not sure how long he will be "alive" but if he's dying you're coming with him, (Y/N). He would burn the world down for you but death won't keep you apart.

Jeffery Woods, Jeff the Killer —

"What. The. Fuck?" Jeff's damaged facial muscles could barely twitch or tug on his cheeks due to his insane self-mutilation, however, he manages to furrow his brows hard enough that he feels his cheekbones spasm as they attempt to frown.

The married couple he had been stalking laid dead on their mahogany bed and there was some sort of freak over them.

Your eyes were almost as wide as his as you slip three of your fingers into your bloody mouth, sucking them clean with an obscene sigh of satisfaction.

"Too...late," Jeff's "nose" burns as he surges forward. His boots track mud and water across the bedroom and your grin is maniacal as he unsheathes his hunting knife from his hip.

"You fucking bitch!"

Truth be told, you spotted Jeff during one of your nightly visits to the husband's dreams. His white outfit contrasts so sharply in the dark it almost seems haughty. A little "look at me"-sy if you could put it into words.

Jeff brandishes his hunting knife and you twist out of the way to instead latch onto the ceiling. His bloodshot eyes earn a pleasant shiver that spreads warmth to the thing between your crotch.

He was goddamn grotesque. Skin leathery, eyes so painfully dry and irritated it rimmed red and that cut-up smile? His yellow teeth and red gums are splashes of colour since they're no longer hidden by his cheeks. His jet-black hair whips furiously against his face as one hand reaches up to grab your ankle.

Your yell is more of a screech and Jeff wrestles you on the body of the wife. Her bones and nipple piercings dig into your back as Jeff digs his knife into your shoulder.

"They were fucking mine! You goddamn cunt! Stupid little bitch!" he's more robust than a regular human. Then again, a regular human would've died from his "cosmetic" surgeries a while ago.

You can still his heartbeat in his chest though. Slow but there.

He pulls the knife out and you exclaim once he stabs you once again. The toothy edge of the blade was meant to inflict pain every time he pulled out and Jeff's cheeks lifted into a gleeful expression as he watched you writhe in pain.

But then.

"Mom?" Jeff locks up. You turn your head to the shadow under the door but Jeff puts the knife to your eye and your snarling lowers into a hissing.

Jeff does not hurt kids. The way he stares down at you with stormy grey blues shows that though he has no idea how to slaughter you he will try to if you even think of laying a hand on her. Much to his relief, you close your eyes and go lax.

You don't hurt kids either.

"Momma?" The doorknob shakes and Jeff knows the kid probably smells iron but the two of you are as rigid as the corpses on the bed.

"Did you need something, Kavi?" The voice that comes out your lips isn't yours, it's the father's and Jeff only loosens his grip from surprise. Kavi's feet shuffle nervously and whatever stuffy she's holding squeaks lightly in pressure. "I heard noises...screaming" She hears the smile in your voice as you tell her to go back to bed.

"But-"

"Go to sleep, Kavi" This time it's a command and Kavi's shadow straightens up before her footsteps fade away.

Jeff's breathing had slowed throughout the interaction. He's good at being quiet when he needs to be. Not so flashy when the situation calls for it. A soft spot for children. How noble.

He presses on your chest with the heel of his palm but then gets up and sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. You turn onto your stomach, pushing the husband onto the floor as you watch Jeff glare at you with contempt as he paces.

"I've been watching them", Your eye roll makes him grunt. "I know, I saw. But, he's mine" He huffs at the sight of the twitching body on the floor. "Could've left me the wife, asshole" Jeff follows the trail of blood down your chest and stomach before ripping his eyes away as you pluck her eyes out to pop into your mouth.

Jeff swears he's never been harder.

"I was hungry".

Your grin like the cat that got the cream when Jeff rushes towards you and grabs the column of your neck to push you down.

For a guy who hasn't gotten laid, ever, he sure knew what to do. You helped, obviously. When Jeff's fingers tremble and hover you would goad him to do better, huff that you're getting bored and he needs to fuck your hole/s with more passion. That'd get that freak going.

He sure was in love with his knives too. Obsessed with the way you shiver and shudder every time the blade cuts into your skin or when he digs the tip of it in and you arch into the edge.

Jeff thinks his first time suits him. His life is fucked up in all sorts of ways so of course, his first time was with a demon. He remembers you bouncing on his lap, eyes glowing as you squeeze his dick and moan his name before he saw white.

When he wakes up, he shoots up straight and throws the rag away from his face. The bodies are stiff now and Kavi's older sister is pulling into the driveway. He wears his clothes and isn't quiet about it as he hears Kavi crying about nightmares while she rushes out.

Jeff's DNA being all-over the crime scene is something he does not give a shit about. What are the police going to do? Arrest a dead man? Hah! They'd need to catch him first and he's been dodging them since he was 13 years old and he's 24 now. They're shit at their job.

That one night spirals into Jeff fucking into his fists for a week straight. Unable to properly think without your whispers breezing past his ears in the wind. He's already insane but you've turned the broken notch higher.

Thankfully for him, you're just as hopeless. He isn't quite sure how long you've been stalking him but when he finally senses eyes on him he's excited because he knows it's you.

Your relationship is physical at first. Love isn't quite in either of your vocabulary but this relationship turns something close to it. He whispers your name in the wind and then he feels your weight on his back as your arms materialize from thin air and squeeze him.

"What do you need, executioner?" Jeff snorts at the title, shrugging you away as he unbuckles his belt and pushes the hanging body as he passes it. Jeff sits on the desk and pats his thighs.

"The fuck kind of name is that?" You cage him between your arms and lean in to lick the scratches near his eye.

"You don't like it?"

"I ain't no one's fucking executioner"

You roll your eyes and he clicks his tongue at it. "The fuck's that for?" You're still not sure what the fuck Jeff is, for all intents and purposes he's just something in limbo. Dead but not quite. Alive but not quite. But his ego is still that of a man and you're in your own purgatory as you decide if you enjoy it or not.

When Jeff realises he does care for you, it's a strange time for him. He won't ask if you've eaten or if you're hurt because suddenly he knows just from a glance. It's frightening to him. He doesn't call for you for a long time and he grits his teeth as you don't come for him either.

Stuck in-between again. He's relieved but he's angry. He's furious but sad. Are you alright? Do you hate him? Do you not care for him? How dare you!? But, also, great! He doesn't have time to be anything more! But how dare you? Do you not realise how much he cares about you!?

When Jeff finds out it's because some idiots in a cult managed to trap you?

He feels numb as he prepares to absolutely destroy them. With a one-track mind, he kicks open the doors of their stupid, dilapidated doors and lays waste on whoever isn't you. He burns their church down. His senses only rush back towards him when he has you in his arms.

That night, he's tender and sweet. It disturbs you a bit but you preen under his hands as he watches you heal your wounds in your own demonic ways.

"You came for me"

"...I'm your executioner, aren't I?"

Don't expect labels from Jeff but he does expect commitment to an extent. He won't be angry if you fuck around but he will fuck you harder if you mention that flesh bag being good.

He's bad at talking but once you manage to pry his mouth open he can be insightful about certain things. He's an observant man just so fucking egotistical.

You are his and he's yours but don't mention it too many times, he can get spooked. Did you expect stability from Jeff? Good, because you aren't getting it.

He wants you to participate in his kills. It's a great bonding activity! He is glad he has you as his buddy/lover. At least one person in this hell-forsaken world cares for him.

This does mean he can get a bit clingy at times, maybe even bordering on obsessed, but he doesn't give a shit. Even if you are a demon from hell, Jeff will find a way to find you.

Carved his name into you. No questions about it.

It will take years before he even says anything close to an "I love you" but he says in his own ways. He's tightlipped about you when his enemies catch up to him and if he feels that you're even a bit threatened he will fight tooth and nail until you're safe.

Jeff knows he's the last person that deserves a wish to be granted but he squeezes you tighter in his arms when he thinks of growing older. He's scared of dying, always has been, but the thought of leaving you alone/being without you? It terrifies him.

When his hair starts getting more salt and peppery he gets quite grumpy every time you mention it. He does soften when he notices you "ageing" as well - he knows you aren't and it's just your shapeshifting but he swears he'll do anything to stay by your side for as long as he can.

Laughing Jack —

Oh, he was familiar with your kind. Laughing Jack mainly targets families but he's been terrorizing the world since the 1800's, he knows the vices of men. He shoos them away (which is a nice way of saying he disembowels them if they get territorial over their prey).

What he didn't expect was to see you panting raggedly with your chin dripping with blood and pieces of what once was a man under your claws.

Laughing Jack's eyes shoot towards the child he had been "befriending". He knew he was suffering and Laughing Jack truly did not care — he wanted to have fun mutilating the entirety of his family and was only here because he wanted to visit his "friend".

The hair on the back of your neck pricks and your jaw unhinges as your eyes land on the lanky being.

You know of him too. This entity that was once brought to earth to help a lonely child turned into a demonic entity that relished in the pain of humans.

You're also aware he has an affinity to target children to bring back to his circus of horrors under the guise of "saving them" and even though you're a creature of hell, you stand in front of the cowering boy with your teeth on display.

"This is new", Laughing Jack giggles out. His claws curled in front of his mouth as he stalked forward. Oh, he knows why little Carl wanted to run away from home. His mother did a shit job at protecting him from his drunk stepfather and Jack was going to do just that.

He was going to let Carl run away. Never said Carl would be alive when he did. But Carl never asked.

"Usually you whores are busy with the adults, not the kids". The very implications of what he said have you snapping your teeth. He raises his hands in faux surrender with a mocking grin.

"Gone soft? Who were you here for?"

Your lips twitch and Jack pauses just as he's about to step out of the shadows. Carl's weeping and sniffling echoed in the room. Jack's plastered smile turns sour as seconds tick by.

You know better than to anger him. So you will yourself to speak: "His mother". Jack bounces back like nothing had happened and gleefully strides over into the light.

"J-Jack? Jack!" "Carl!" Your hand shoots out to grab at the boy but he rushes into Jack's claws and sobs freely into his chest as Jack shushes and cradles him. Jack gingerly plucks the stretched-out shirt back over Carl's shoulder and rubs his back.

"Then you can go!" Jack cheers as he cradles Carl. "Go, go! Go and get that bitch of a woman!" You march up to him and grow taller tower over him. Jack's neck cranes to meet your eyes and he swears his neck creaks. He's never had to look up at anyone before.

"The boy isn't yours!" Jack's claws envelope Carl's head as the boy covers his ears. "Protective? Your kind usually has a one-track mind, never known demons to have sympathy", Jack's eyes squish into crescent moons.

"Have you gone soft, demon?"

Carl isn't sure what happens next. He just knows that when he wakes up the next day, he isn't scared and his mom isn't there. Instead, there's you. He isn't scared of you, he trusts you and he knows that you're his older brother.

He goes to school with you by his side and when he comes back, you've made food for him. Carl doesn't know where all the money comes from or why there are foggy memories of horror when he stares into space but your voice always snaps him back to reality.

Carl doesn't know where you go off to at night but he knows he isn't scared because Laughing Jack always pops up in the house.

Carl doesn't know how lucky he is, not really, but as he grows old he does feel gratitude. He doesn't know nor care why you're not his brother on papers or that his mom isn't in the picture. He knows he loves you though.

And he likes Laughing Jack too. Even if he's scary sometimes.

"Honey! You're home!" You glare at Jack as you step into the kitchen, wiping blood from your chin as you shed your jacket and your human skin. Jack looks comically out of place. He waits for you to shed before he gathers you in his arms.

This arrangement was odd. Out of place. But you learned not to hate it. Maybe Laughing Jack was right, maybe you were getting soft but you were glad that Carl was safe. Even if you had to pretend to be his older brother and then deal with Laughing Jack at night.

He sways with you in the kitchen, humming an old tune and you groan as your shape settles. He grins as he runs his claws down your back then holds you firmly.

Jack wasn't interested in sex and you were okay with that. He just wants to hold you like this, an affection growing within him as he inhales your scent.

"Carl's at a sleepover, must be having fun", Jack twirls you and you allow it with a ghost of a smile. "If he was at my circus, the streamers would be intestines and the snacks! Oh, the snacks, (Y/N) Darling!" Your lips cover his and his brow raises as he returns the kiss.

"Carl's fine with regular streamers, Jack. He's human, let him remain as one", Jack's smile almost seems sincere as he looks up at you. "Speaking of humans, (Y/N) Dearest", Jack thwacks a roll of newspaper on your chest.

"Humans are getting scared of you, rabid incubus, and Carl's mysterious older brother isn't holding up! You need to scram", You sigh deeply as you pull away. Jack chases to cling to your back.

"He'll miss his friends"

"I'll bring them to my circus! He'll always see them whenever he wants!"

"You're not saying no", Jack purrs and cackles after you close your eyes and nod. He didn't really need permission but you appreciate him asking either way. Besides, he had a point! Carl could play with them whenever he wishes to so he won't be too sad.

Your relationship with Laughing Jack might be the most curious one out of everyone else. Carl made you more human than you'd like to admit and you made Laughing Jack more colourful (on the inside) than he'd ever tell.

He doesn't love Carl. Cares for, sure. He doesn't love you. But he wants your affections, that much he knows.

He brings you gifts, some of your real food, toys and all sorts. Even some for Carl because he knows you like it when he does it. Jack becomes a sort of family guardian. Anyone who tries to harm Carl doesn't just have you to worry about, Laughing Jack's looming over your shoulder too.

You share kisses, hugs and hand holdings if he's being annoying about it but both of you know Laughing Jack prefers not to go below the belt. He prefers that you seek physical pleasure elsewhere. He claps with glee every time you toss him the body, turning the corpse into a new throne or cake or whatever he wishes.

When Carl grows old and moves out, he knows that the porch light will always be on for him. He knows his "older brother" isn't human but he doesn't care. He also knows Laughing Jack isn't just his imagination but he doesn't care. Carl knows you're family and that's all that matters.

You tend to the house at times but after Carl moves out, Jack all but whisks you away into his circus. The spirits of dead children crowd around you, sharing an affection towards you due to Laughing Jack's own emotions. You tolerate them enough but spend most of your time with your Jack.

Laughing Jack doesn't know if he'd die for you, he doesn't even know if he's able to die really, but he would slaughter millions if it meant that you'd be content.

"Do you love me, (Y/N) Darling?" Laughing Jack tickles your side, giggling as you swat his hands away. You turn to face him and he relaxes in your hold, minutely but you still feel the way his muscles unbind.

"Do you love me, Jack Dearest?" His eyes soften and you swear you see the way baby blue bleeds into the monotone grey.

"I do, I love you more than I'd like to admit".

Slenderman —

Your head tilted at the shape in the trees. The person beneath you twitched and rattled out a groan as they clung to the little bits of life they still had. A quick snatch and grab of more of their brains puts an end to it rather quickly.

Swivelling your head you gaze at the drawings on their walls. Among the illustrations of the forest views that they drew and the maps, you note the odd scribbles.

This prey had odd dreams at times. Some nights, you find yourself fighting against a force just to invade their thoughts but you think of it as nothing but their own will. Some humans had quite a resistance to your kind.

You squint at the marker drawings, getting up from the bed to walk closer. Plucking the note that peeked from under the map only to gasp as the map fell onto your feet. It revealed more deranged scribblings and your stomach twisted into knots as you realised what entity your prey had been hunted by.

Your breath shudders and you take a step back only to stiffen as a cold wind whispers up your spine.

"Forgive me!" You kneel, bowing your head as you stare at the wooden floors in fear. This being - it was the very thing that crawled out of Hell. It was older than most if not everything that roamed this earth and you had taken its prey.

The crackling of trees makes tears brim your eyes. It sounds thunderous and it only grows louder. You force your eyes shut as the branches drag along the glass windows and you plead under your breath as you feel Him getting closer and closer.

When he speaks, your brain feels as though it's being pulled apart. Was this punishment from your past victims? You're struggling to understand what he says but his voice soothes into something tangible.

"Wha...What?" You lift your head and turn to face the empty, open, window.

"Come".

Slenderman was intimidating even for an incubus like yourself. As he towers over you, you feel your prey climb up out of your throat. But then, then, his spindly fingers stroke the side of your face.

"Please me, incubus", his tendrils sway in the wind and they lower and slither through the dead leaves to curl around your ankles and thighs.

His "suit" pulses and throbs, particularly between his legs and you see the slit glistening with wetness, white cockheads poking out.

Oh.

Well. Who were you to say no?

Slenderman doesn't speak in a language familiar to humans, it brings some semblance of comfort to you; his words and expressions are more archaic but it's undoubtedly the language of hellish creatures like yourselves.

His cocks are just as inhuman and long as everything else about him and those tendrils that sprout from his back? Oh, they make the best restraints. The barely there scales on them shudder every time he's close to an orgasm and since they're so close to you, the rattling of it makes you whimper in pleasure.

Slenderman allows you to go but he keeps his eyes on you.

The way you kill and tear into humans, the pleasure you take in it - you're nothing but an incubus but Slenderman wants you.

And like his other "toys" he is merciless in making you just his.

You're not allowed to hunt anyone other than the ones he tells you to. Not allowed to even think of craving anyone. You're his incubus and his alone.

Who are you to say no?

It wasn't all that bad. Sometimes, he would push the limits of your hunger if he wanted to "test" the prey but you were obedient to his whims.

Sometimes, he'd crawl into your mind to truly see if you were all his and though painful and vomit-inducing the rewards after were enough to make it worth it.

After all, compared to the rest of his toys, you were the most pampered.

"Master", a purring noise is all around you but with your sight taken from you (a feat that only a few beings could do). The only thing you can do to locate Slenderman is through touch. But the thing is, he's touching you every-fucking-where.

You were suspended in the air, legs spread with tendrils and arms bound to your back as your cloudy eyes stared aimlessly at the night sky.

"Patience, incubus"

Love is hard to pinpoint in this relationship. It's more of an endearment. His feelings for you were the same feeling as someone would feel towards a dog. If you disobeyed and bit him, he'd put you down no question - that much you knew.

He doesn't mind when you kill other incubus or succubi though. Not that he seeks them with the same intent he had with you, he is a bit addicted to you, he seeks them with the intent to make you jealous.

He knows you had feelings for him. Depends on him. His word was law.

He likes seeing his dog get jealous. He doesn't assist in your fights with the other demon, you have to be the strongest to be his and so he merely watches and rewards you once you win.

The one time you lost though? Oh, he was so disappointed, (Y/N). The incubus stood over you, clutching the stump of an arm as he hisses at you. You know he is about to rip your throat and you kick your legs as he kneels over you.

He grabs your chin and forces your head to be tilted up, exposing your neck. You were going to die, you were going to die!

"You're pathetic, pet", the incubus over you chokes, blood spurting out from the hole in his chest before he all but crumbles into dust. One of your eyes is swollen shut, bruised and bleeding all over and Slenderman cradles you in his arms as he helps you stand.

"I'm sorry, Master" Your tears are wiped away. His tendrils lift you into the air and close to his chest as you weep.

"You'd be dead without me, pet. Completely useless".

Toby Erin Rogers —

"...Get out of the fucking way" Toby had the coldest eyes you've ever seen. He had been tasked to kill the man whose skull was being split open by your hands.

He must think Toby was here to save him because he swipes a hand towards him, groaning desperately as his eyes shake. Toby's nose scrunches up in distaste. The man looked like a goddamn pug. His eyes bulged out and gaping his mouth like a dead fish.

"He's my kill". You furrow your brows as you stubbornly dig your thumbs deeper into the crack of his skull.

"Oops".

Toby throws a hatchet and it slices through your shoulder, pinning you to the wall from the strength he used. You claw at the handle, kicking your feet to try and push yourself from the wall but Toby simply ignores you to slash the man's throat with with his other hatchet.

"You asshole! He's mine!" Your thrashing makes him grunt as he slams his hand on your other shoulder. He grabs the hilt of his weapon and squints his eyes at you.

"S-Shut the fuck up, cunt. You can still eat the bitch, shithead", Toby isn't nice about tugging his weapon out. His brows furrowed at the sight of your torn flesh.

Toby has seen it all. After meeting a monochrome clown and a burned woman with a mask hunting for a guy named Jeff, among other creatures, Toby is unphased at the sight of a demon.

This means the already cold, unfeeling, man was not at all impressed. His eyes wander to your chest and your legs but scoffs as he cleans the edge of his hatchet on his sleeves.

"You asshole!" Toby waves his hand nonchalantly as he retreats. His plan is foiled as you latch onto his back, teeth sinking through his clothes and into the protective pads. Reaching back, his gloved hands grasp onto you to throw you across the room. The desk lamp shatters onto the floor as you lay out on the surface.

Toby rolls both his shoulders, sniffing in annoyance as he picks at the deep marks on the plastic of his protective wear. "Shit, your teeth suh-suh-sunk...through" his eyes glower as you peel yourself from the office table.

"Now, you're just ask, asking for it".

After that rough night, you stayed away from ever-crossing paths with Slenderman and his stupid proxies. Even with your supernatural regenerative healing, he slashed so deep at one point you're certain he had his hatchets go through you.

Your body ached for days. Not in a sexy way.

Toby, however, found it hard to get you out of his head. He knows an incubus' pheromones linger when they experience intense emotions and subsequently, so do its effects. But after 2 months of aching for you, he has had enough.

He takes a while to track you down. He's only human at the end of the day but when he finds your prey he reenacts the first time you met.

"You," venom was dripping from your words as you hissed at him but Toby simply raised from the armchair in the corner. The office of the poor psychotherapist you hunted reminded him of his childhood so he gladly focuses on your figure to focus.

He pays close attention to the way you get into the defensive, climbing the desk to put distance as you show him your fangs.

"I've got a pro, proposition for you" Toby walks towards the closet and to your surprise, your prey is tied up like a goddamn turkey. He falls flat on his face, breaking his nose, and squirms as muffled pleas come from him.

"You don't have to waste days making your prey succumb to you. I'll wrap them up...luh-like a fuuucking present and...you can munch on 'em"

"...In exchange?" You can't tell if he's smiling. But you hear it in his voice as he says:

"Fuck me".

For Toby, you provide relief and comfort. The beginning of the relationship was tough waters to navigate through, mainly for you. Despite providing you with food when he craves some physical intimacy, Toby is one scary motherfucker to be bare of clothes with.

It's a feat considering who was the demon in the relationship here.

Toby keeps his mouthguard on. For a whole 2 years, he never once took it off. By the time he does though? His eyes are closed and he's muttering for something to leave him alone. His anxiety crept up on him as he stared at the popcorn ceiling of the motel he had chosen for that night.

"Toby" his hand trembles and not because you're deep inside of him. His scarred chest falls and raises in rapid motions and you're aware that he needs to breathe. So, despite his heart-clenching whimpers you tear his hands away from his face to pull his mouthguard off.

"No!" Toby tries to cover the scar on his cheek. You shush him and pull out, carefully arranging your limbs so he can wrap his arms around you.

That night ended sourly. He shoves you away and dresses in a rush.

When he reaches out for you again, you don't pry. You've grown soft for the man but know he isn't exactly the touchy-feely type. Toby wonders if you're thinking of his face as he plows into you and his thoughts are so loud he has the audacity to grow flaccid.

As an incubus? That was a first for you.

"...Ugly mug, huh?" You eye him as you suckle on his cockhead. Now? He was going to talk about that night, now? Okay. Sure.

"No, I like your face" Toby grunts, clearly not believing you. "Just sayin' that 'cuz my dicks in your face". Well, at least he is aware of the timing too.

He exclaims as you push him down on the bed and straddle him.

"I like your stupid face, Toby. I like your stupid fucking voice, your body, your sarcasm and your shitty personality. Is that so hard to believe?"

This relationship turns warmer after this night. He throws extra snacks your way and he appreciates it when you help him with stitching himself up from his "assignments".

When his paranoia and anxiety get the best of him, he finds it...nice...that he doesn't have to ice out his emotions anymore. He feels so human.

Toby is aware you're fully capable of handling your own affairs and so, he doesn't interfere. He's terrified of the Slenderman and even growing slightly curious about you too. It's a tough balance for Toby - it's not like Slenderman cares about work-life-balance.

So, don't expect to spend cosy days spent together somewhere sweet. Your version of date nights will be following him along on his missions or him watching you hunt and then spending hours together in the victim's home.

It brings Toby comfort. You're not human but the way you move through the house with him, it reminds him of simpler times; a past he no longer remembers but knows he cherishes. He thinks about the two of them being a domestic couple a lot.

"Remembering?" Toby says nothing as he kisses the nape of your neck. The two of you had washed up in the shower and the victims were neatly displayed in the living room with symbols all over the room. You two had all night to just...be.

"Never got muh-my memories back then, not...gonna get 'em now" He pulls away to grab the bottle of wine from you. When he settles on the office couch, you drop onto his lap with a plate of sandwiches.

He groans as you teasingly try to feed him but soon relents. He feels a bit ashamed as he struggles to eat "normally" with the open gash on his cheek but as he peeks at your expression he sees nothing but love.

So, Toby squeezes you closer and you say nothing as he allows you to care for him.

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anoncausewhynot · 4 months

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Till Death Do Us Part

Masky X Reader

You. you were the one currently making his life hell. The one who haunted his mind and soul and had sewn seeds of doubt into him. Masky, the cold hearted, stoic leader of the proxies was the one who you had somehow managed to weasel into the heart of. You were his every waking thought, his curiosity turned obsession. First he watched from the inside as Tim talked to you. Watched and felt as Tim began to grow closer and closer to you, as his feelings began to morph into those of love. It was a unique feeling for Masky, one that was strange but not exactly unpleasant. In a way he liked you too, at first that was. Until you began to distract Tim, especially when Tim began working for The Slenderman and Masky began to surface more. The saddest thing to him was that at the beginning you couldn’t even realize when Tim was himself and when he was Masky, sure you vaguely clocked the moodshift but you assumed it was something in his own tormented personal life and nothing you should be prying on.

Even when Tim was completely under Slendermans control he still found a way to talk to you and shower you in affection. It was all so unlike him, and when he was completely under Masky’s control and there no longer a ‘Tim’, you barely noticed. Masky was annoyed and tried to distance himself from you but its like his body physically couldn’t go more then a few days without seeing or talking to you. It disgusted him. It made him feel weak and it made his stomach twist and turn. “I feel like we’re not as close as we used to be” You had said, clutching the warm drink in your hands, that day you had both decided to have a date in the park despite it being mid december.

“What?” Masky had feigned confusion.

“You’re different, i still love you of course but, somethings off” Because you two were sitting so close together on the bench, you could easily rest your head on his shoulder as you talked. His body remained stiff against yours.

“I think you’re just imagining it” Masky responded. You turned your head and placed a hand on his cheek, you tilted your head up and kissed his cheek.

“Maybe you’re right”

Masky was fed up now, he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew Slenderman knew about you and your intrusions on Masky’s work ethic, so your days were definitely numbered. That realization made Masky spiral. He didn’t want Slenderman to kill you, he didn’t want you to die at all. But he knew you had to, and he might as well be the one to do it. Masky wasted no time, he wanted you gone and out of his mind as soon as possible. He planned a date night with you and put on a sickeningly sweet persona, kissing you and holding your hand and complimenting every stupid little quirk you had that he could think of. That night as he lay in your bed he sat up, staring at your perfectly serene expression as you slept. This was the moment. The one he had had waiting for. But something in him made him freeze and look out your window, the one right across from the bed. The one looking into the forest. His eyes landed on the familiar sight of a tall slim creature, standing still as if to try and blend in with the trees. And that's when Masky knew he was already too late.

#back again just to simp over masky #creepypasta #masky #masky marble hornets #mh masky #tim masky #masky x reader #tim marble hornets #tim wright #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader #slenderman #marble hornets x reader

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gloomzombie · 2 months

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I'll Bury You For This

Pairings: Jeff the Killer X Male Reader

Warnings: None(?)(( Let me know if I need to put any!))

Word Count: 4,276

Chapter Four: Follow You

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3

August 20. 10:23 pm.

“So, how’s school going for you, Y/N?” The question is one I’ve been asked thousands of times before, all from John, and all usually around the same time; but coming from Ms. Taylor’s comforting voice doesn't fill me with unnecessary anger. I take a bite of the reheated spaghetti and look up at her. She sits across from me at the small dining table, and Gage sits on my left, his gaze and focus on his food. Part of me wishes he were focused on me, but the other part knows it’s selfish to think that way- even when I can’t get them out of my head. “It’s going fine, thanks. So far, the work’s been pretty easy and I’ve got enough friends to enjoy it.” It’s only partially a lie. I have enough friends for me, though I’m sure three- maybe four now that I’ve properly met Stacy- isn’t what anyone else would consider “enough friends.”

She smiles at me, her lips now wiped clean from the red lipstick she adorned earlier. She’s not eating with us, only drinking sips of her red wine. Gage told me this is normal if she’s gone out; sitting at the dinner table and chatting with him about his day and what he’s thinking, even if she already ate. It’s such a nice thing to do, and on days where I mope wishing John could’ve been better, or wishing I had a better dad in general, I could see myself wanting this with him- or with a better parent- or maybe Mom. If she were still here, would she have stayed with him? If she did, would she still stay even after he started losing his memory? Would he be a better person if she were with us?

I shake the thoughts from my head, focusing back onto my plate in front of me. I can’t cry in front of her again, and I definitely can’t in front of Gage. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad you have good friends to hang out with.” She smirks as she glances at Gage, then back at me. “And a boyfriend.” Gage’s head snaps up to her, his face all pink. How sweet. “Mom! I told you he’s not my boyfriend.” He argues, though not strongly, his face turning brighter with the words he speaks. She just smiles and giggles. “Mhmm, whatever you say, baby.” She leans over and places a kiss on his cheek, to which he leans away from. “Momm, please,” He spluttered, exasperated. She just peppers kisses all over his cheek, ignoring him. I can’t help the smile that creases my lips, watching them silently. I can see how he could be embarrassed by her, but really, he’s so lucky to have a mom like her. She giggles and pulls away. “Fine, fine.” She readjusts in her seat, a proud smile tugging at her lips. Gage lets his messy bangs fall over his face, though his hair’s not long enough to cover the smile that mirrors his mothers.

August 20. 11:12 pm.

After dinner, Gage practically drags me up the stairs with him, his hand never loosening its grasp on mine. His mom only smiles at us as we go, which makes a blush rise up my neck and into my cheeks. As he leads me to his room, I can’t help but smile. He’s gotten more confident with me, I can tell. God, why does that make me feel the way it does? I shut the door behind me and he reaches his arm past me, twisting the lock as he looks up at me. I smirk down at him, his beautiful sage colored eyes gazing into mine. My smirk softens into a smile and he seems to notice, a light pink tint grazing his cheeks, his nose, the tips of his ears.

The buzz of the alcohol has worn down by now, having been a few hours ago; but nonetheless, the adrenaline I feel right now is almost unbearable. In one swift motion, I wrap my arms around his waist and hoist him up into my arms. He squeaks and his legs wrap instinctively around my hips, his arms around my neck. I press my lips up against his, him responding in kind; kissing me back almost as passionately, though I can still feel the shyness of it. I waste no time in carrying him to his bed, laying him in it and breaking the kiss. His eyelids flutter open, his green eyes dark in the dim light; the only light being the deep, navy blue lamp on his bedside table. I need him.

His limbs never tear away from me, and they pull me onto him, as he gazes up at me with those fucking eyes. The way he’s looking at me now is something I’ve desperately wanted for years. He’s so fucking addicting. I kick my shoes off, letting them fall wherever. He watches me intently with an undeniable blush grazing his soft, delicate features as I sit up in his lap and pull my shirt up and off of me. I throw it on the floor, keeping eye contact with the boy underneath me. I can feel him already, a pulsing feeling against my leg and I don’t even try to hide the smile that makes its way onto my face. I lean down to kiss his neck, some of the strands of my hair falling and brushing against him.

“Please, Y/N.” He whispers, his voice a tad higher than usual. I look up at him. Fuck, did I go too far? I got so caught up in the feeling of him; the feeling of just being with him, that I didn’t pay enough attention to what he may be feeling. “Everything alright, Gage?” I ask, bringing my head up a bit so I can look down at him comfortably. He glances up at the ceiling, resting his head down on the pillow. “I..I think so. I just…” he hesitates, and I can feel the nauseating wave of guilt wash over me. I chew on my bottom lip, but I don’t tear the skin as much as I’d like to. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

The heat in my cheeks spreads to my ears and I feel so uncomfortably hot. I sit up, still in his lap, but giving him space if he so wants it. “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before I-” “No. Don’t do that.” He rises to sit up, his full focus on me; with his hands sliding down my arms to intertwine his fingers with mine. “I…I want everything you’ve done, and everything you want to do.” His face can’t get any redder, so evident under the blue light. I feel the relief flood over me, drowning out the guilt from before. His eyes drop to the floor, but he brings them back up just as quickly as he dropped them. “I want you, Y/N, but not just like this.” He mutters, leaning his forehead against mine. I can feel his breath against my lips this way. “Are you saying..you want to go out with me?” I ask, and the question is one I’ve never asked before.

Despite sleeping with people in the past, I’ve never actually been on a date. I’ve gone out with people, sure, but they never saw me as anything but a friend; or a toy to use for sex and nothing more. The thought of going out with Gage runs through my mind, and my body reacts; my heartbeat thrums in my ears, a repetitive thump, thumping sound; my stomach feels like it's churning- but not in the bad way I’ve grown so accustomed to. He smiles his sweet little smile and I can’t deny the way it makes me feel so nervous. “Yes, Y/N. I’ve wanted to for months, maybe a year now.” I smile sheepishly.

Oh, yeah. I forgot Gage had his eyes on me for months before he got the courage to talk to me. I can’t believe I didn’t notice him before, but I guess it makes sense; we both prefer to stand on the sidelines, unnoticed by the crowd. I just wish I had noticed him sooner. “Then, let’s go on a date.” I speak nervously. The words are foreign coming from my mouth. I’ve never been asked out before, and never asked anyone else out either. He adjusts to sit up straighter, and I slide off of his lap, sitting in front of him, though his hands never break from mine. “I’d love that.” He shakes his hair out from behind his ears, his bangs covering his eyes; but I catch the sudden color in his face. He’s still so nervous around me, as I am with him. I laugh; a real laugh that makes me feel so light.

He smiles, a wide and open smile. “What?” He asks and I shake my head, still laughing. “I just..I don’t think I’ve liked anyone the way I like you before.” I squeeze his hands, warm in mine. He flushes and giggles. “I could say the same to you, lover.” Lover. The pet name leaves me feeling so fuzzy. My stomach feels like it's doing somersaults. I close the small gap between us, pressing my lips against his in a way I haven’t with anyone before him. I can feel him smile through the kiss, and I smile too.

August 21. 1:24 am.

“Wait, you’re telling me with all of those bands you like, you’ve never been to a concert before?” Gage asks as he sips his tea, sitting in a booth opposite from mine. I shake my head. “Nope. I mean- I wish I had of course, but…” I gaze at the floor of the dimly lit 24-hour cafè. “I’ve just never had the money for it when they do come here.” A lie. I hate to lie, especially to people I actually give a shit about- but really, there’s no way around it with the way I have to live. I don’t want to drop my shitty situation onto him, so it’s so much easier- nicer- to lie.

He nods. “I get that. Where’d you say you work again?” He wonders aloud, tilting his head. I take a bite of the semi-warm chocolate chip cookie in my hand. “Library. I’m the assistant,” I place the cookie down. “Y’know, putting books back where they belong and shit.” He smiles sweetly, and I can’t help but to smile too. “Awh, do you like that? I know you read a lot.” I sigh, leaning against the cushiony booth behind me. I love the way he just knows stuff about me.

“I do, actually. It's good pay and when there’s nothing else to do and no people that need help, I can read.” I pick up my glass of coke and take a few sips of it. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve been wanting to get into reading lately,” his fingers tap lightly on the mug in his hands. “I just don’t really know where to start.” I perk up at that, placing my glass down. “I have a lot of books you could read!” I smile sheepishly. “The first and only piece of furniture I bought was my own bookcase. I started getting too many books, they all couldn't fit on my desk anymore,” I could feel my face heat up.

He giggles, making my face feel even warmer. “That’s..really cute actually.” I huff. “Hey, you’re supposed to be the cute one,” I argue teasingly, finishing the last bit of my cookie. He shakes his head, giggling some more before taking another sip of his tea. “You can be cute sometimes too.” I shake my head too, giving up.

We continued talking for a bit in that shabby little diner. I’m still surprised his mom let us go out so late. John doesn’t even like me going out past sundown. Even though it’s been only a week of talking to him, I think I’m starting to really like him. I can’t let myself rush into this like I usually do, though. If Gage is good for me, the last thing I want to do is mess that up. The walk back to Gage’s house is silent- a comfortable silence. His hand is warm in mine, contrast to the chill of the late summer breeze. I can’t stop smiling until we reach the door.

He takes out his keys and unlocks it, twisting the knob and pushing the door open. He smiles at me and takes my hand again as he leads me inside. I don’t smile back, my cheeks are sore from all the smiling I’ve already done. I shut and lock the door behind me. He takes me upstairs and into his room. I take off my shoes and place them neatly by his door, watching as he does the same.

I sigh as I lie down on his comfy bed. It’s much nicer than mine, soft but firm. Mine is missing springs, dents in the mattress where they should be. “I’m gonna take a shower.” I look over at Gage and he’s pulling his sweater over his head. I can’t help but smile at the sight, my cheeks screaming in protest. I’ve never seen him without it. His t-shirt hangs loosely on his thin frame, making him look smaller than he already is. “I didn’t think you could look any cuter.” I move to lay on my side, resting my head on my hand. He smiles at me, though I can see the light blush at his ears. “Shush. Do you want one after me?” I think for a bit. I probably should. “Yeah, sure. As long as I get to listen to music.” He giggles. “If you want. I won’t take long.” He takes out some clothes from his drawer, then goes to the bathroom in his room. He shuts the door and I pick up my phone. I turned it off a while ago, so I could enjoy my time with Gage.

I turn it on, chewing on my lip as I wait for the android screen to change. As soon as it does, practically a million notifications pop up. I groan, already knowing where most of them came from. I scroll through and swipe away all the missed calls and messages from John. There’s no point in responding now. I’ll send him a message in the morning. I get rid of all the youtube notifications. I don’t really feel like watching any of them. I stop when I see Xander’s name.

August 21. 12:34am.

Xander: Hey Y/N. We need to talk. Meet tmmr at 2?

I can’t help but stare wide-eyed at the message. He hasn’t texted me since…June 7th- when he asked me to come meet him at the mall with his now ex girlfriend. What is it he wants to talk about? We’ve needed to talk for the past 5 goddamn months. I swear to god, if he wants to talk about some dumb shit again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from blowing up on him this time.

I roll my eyes and text him back. Despite being really annoyed, I really do want to talk with him. Even if he wants to talk about dumb shit, I’ll make him listen to me.

August 21. 2:13am.

okay. where?

As I’m placing my phone down, the screen lights up again. My eyebrows furrow. Xander messaged me back already? Bitch must be desperate.

Xander: How about that bookstore you always wont shut up about?

Okay, consider me confused. He’s never wanted to go to the bookstore, let alone go somewhere that I like. I sit up, texting him back again.

works with me, but why there?

Xander: Idk. Thought youd like that ig. Could get lunch after. I’ll pay

i cant say no to free food

Xander: K. C u then

C u

I hear the sound of the door swinging open and I look over. All thoughts of Xander escape my mind as I gape at the boy by the door. “Told you I wouldn’t take long,” Gage mumbles as he dries his hair with a towel. I can feel the bite of the blush rising up my cheeks. “I didn’t doubt you.” I look back down at my phone for just a minute, clicking out of the messages app and opening my music app. I look back at him and he’s shaking his head. Adorable. I stand up, sliding my phone in my pocket. I walk over to him and he flushes as I get closer. “You look so pretty,” I smile before placing a small kiss on his lips. His face goes pink and the bathroom light illuminating his face doesn’t hide it at all. He shakes his head, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Take your shower, dummy.” He goes to the edge of his bed, kneeling down to open my backpack. I chuckle as I watch him take out my clothes. I wonder how he’d look in them.

After my shower, I look in the mirror as I dry my hair. I sigh, leaning closer to look at the deep purple lines under my eyes. They’ve been getting worse even though I’ve been getting…okay sleep. Could be stress, I guess. Or maybe it’s the nightmares finally catching up to me. I turn my gaze away, tossing the towel into the hamper by the door. I turn off the light and open the door. Gage is already in bed, his phone placed on the bedside table. He moves his arm over the blanket, lifting it up. “I’m tired. Come sleep?” I smile sheepishly and place my phone on the table next to his before sliding into bed with him.

August 21. 10:16am.

Sleeping in a bed next to Gage made the nightmare go away. I didn’t dream or anything, but that’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while. I look down at the boy beside me. The light peeking through his curtains bathes him in a light that makes his skin look like it’s glowing. The sight takes my breath away. I move my hand up to brush his bangs out of his face slowly, pressing my fingertips against his face. I don’t dare move anything else. I don’t want to wake him up. I let out a silent breath. I try not to think of the messages I must have from John. I need to stop letting him ruin these moments for me, especially when he’s not even fucking here.

“You like watching me sleep? Creep,” Gage murmurs, his eyes opening slowly. My face heats up. “How could I not when you look this enchanting?” I smile. He closes his eyes again, a smile of his own touching his lips. “Shut uppp,” he whines, scooching closer to me. He pushes his face into my chest, and I laugh. “Going back to sleep?” I ask as I pet his hair. He hums and it vibrates my chest, making me feel so nervous. He mumbles something against my shirt. “What was that?” I chuckle. He pulls back, groaning. “I said I guess I probably shouldn’t. You need to go home sometime today.” He stretches, and I watch him. “Doesn’t that just mean we have to spend as much time together as we can until I leave?” I smile. He huffs and looks up at me. “I guess.” He tries but fails, a smile pulling at his lips.

After we share a few more kisses, we decide to get up and get something to eat. We walk hand in hand down the sidewalk for a while. He’s taking me to his favorite breakfast place that’s just outside his neighborhood.

My gaze is on the houses as we pass them. His neighborhood is the nicest I’ve ever been in, which doesn’t say much. All my previous friends have had run-down looking houses, and the others in their neighborhoods weren’t any better. The best was always Xander’s, until he moved out of his parents’ to live in a shitty garage-turned-apartment on his own. Xander. I miss Xander. My face droops a bit at the thought of him, and the thought of seeing him later today. I think Gage notices, but if he does he doesn’t say anything. I chew on my lip. I don’t need to think about him when I’m with Gage.

He leads me up to the door of the restaurant and opens it for me. I smile. “Already opening doors for me,” I smirk smugly. “Shhhh,” He shushes, walking in after me. The restaurant is small, about five tables inside with two outside. The smell of butter, syrup, and eggs fills the air with an oddly comforting scent. I walk him over to a table with two chairs in the corner, right by the window. He sits in the chair opposite of mine, and I look out the window. From here, I can really see how nice his area is. The sidewalks on either side are free from overgrown grass and cracks in the cement; no potholes in the pavement nor broken beer cans or burnt and stomped out cigarettes. Though he doesn’t live far away from me, we’re still miles apart.

“Hi, welcome to Granny’s kitchen. What can I get you?” I turn my gaze to see a short, dark skinned girl. She looks around our age, no lines of age gracing her clear skin. Her hair is braided and tied back into a low ponytail. There’s menus already laid on the table. How was I so focused on just the outside? I pick up the menu, my eyes scanning the laminated paper quickly to find something. I feel Gage’s fingers on my hands, sliding up and down so gently I almost didn’t catch it. “We’re gonna need a bit more time. Could I get a cup of herbal tea?” I look back up at him, and though he’s speaking to her, his eyes are on me- and he’s smiling. My face flushes and I resist the all too familiar urge to pull away. The waitress nods at him then turns to me.

“And for you?” She asks. “I’ll just have water.” She offers me a small smile. “Gotcha. I’ll be back with those drinks in a bit.” She turns away and heads to the kitchen door. I look at Gage, and his fingers are tracing mine as my hands still grip the menu. I bite my lip and look down. On the menu are a selection of breakfast, lunch, and dinner options. Though I prefer dinner or even lunch over any breakfast stuff, the chocolate chip pancakes catch my eye.

Under the breakfast options are breakfast sides to choose from. I can’t eat much, so I’m going to have to hope they let me get the kids. “Do you know what you’re getting?” Gage’s voice brings me out of my thinking. I look up at him. “Oh. Yeah, I think so. Um, do you know if they have an age limit for the kids portions?” I ask nervously. It feels so embarrassing to ask a question like that. What kind of 17 year old boy orders off the kids menu?

“No, they don’t.” And there’s that sweet smile. “I usually order off of it. I don’t have a big appetite most of the time,” his hand is still resting on mine and, instinctively, I pull my arm away. Something keeps me from letting him touch me this much, in this way; I don’t know what, but right now, I don’t really care to think about it. “Good. Me neither.” I respond, my gaze dropping back to the menu, though I’m done reading it. He doesn’t speak up again until the waitress comes up to the table, which makes me wonder if I did something wrong.

“Here’s your tea, and your coke,” She speaks as she places our drinks down in front of us. She smiles, and I can see she’s got those cool fang piercings. “Need more time?” She asks, glancing from me to Gage and back. “I think we’re good.” I look over at Gage and he nods. “I’ll have the kid’s chocolate chip pancakes with bacon.” I don’t usually eat out like this, so the words sound shaky and not right coming out of my mouth. Luckily, the waitress doesn’t seem to mind, or care. “Alright, and for you?”

Gage tells her his order, and she walks back off after telling us it won’t take long. The rest of the breakfast goes by quickly, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I like spending time with Gage, especially when it could be considered as a date, but I can’t help but feel this weird sinking feeling. As if something’s going to go wrong at any moment. That, plus I’ve been so anxious the whole time about seeing Xander in just a few hours. It doesn’t feel right. None of this feels right.

When I went to take the bill, Gage swoops it up. “I was gonna-” “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. You paid at the diner last night,” He smiled at me before taking out his card. I bit my lip. I wanted to say he doesn’t have to. I wanted to say he shouldn’t pay for me because I don’t deserve that kind of treatment. But, as always, I said nothing.

#jeff the killer #creepypasta #creepypasta x you #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer x male reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #male reader #x male reader #slenderman

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anystalker707 · 10 months

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From the heart to the blade

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Pairing: Jeff The Killer x [gender neutral] Reader

Special fic request by @eyed-knife [exception bc he is my brother that loser]

Word count: ~ 1 100 Summary: You're simply obsessed with Jeff, but maybe he doesn't share the same feelings. Kind of content: Explicit violence / Obsession / Gore A/N: Not proofread. (Art Credit)

MASTERLIST

The image of him never left your mind, really. He wanted to kill you—that’s a clear fact—, but he didn’t count on the red and blue lights shining into the room through the gaps of the curtains seconds before he could sink his shiny knife into that perfect little neck of yours. As much as he wanted to kill you, it wasn’t like it would be worth anything if he were just to make a quick swing at your neck and not even spend any time observing the beautiful blood spill on the floor. After all, he wasn’t a cheap killer.

What he didn’t count on, however, was the way it would just fucking earn him such an inconvenience. You were everywhere. Weren’t you traumatized or something that he had just killed some people that you knew right in front of you? Spilled their intestines on the ground so carelessly? Hell, you weren’t normal from the very start.

Maybe a trap would work?

The night was illuminated by the full moon, casting light all over the place. Jeff knew you would be there just like every other single time because, now, he made sure to leave behind gentle little tips that he was looking forward to seeing you again.

A sigh escaped his lips, transforming into steam in the cold night air. Jeff tried to polish his knife at least a little bit with the sleeve of his hoodie as he sat on that cold stone bench, making sure it was shiny enough. It’d been sharpened just days before. Perfect for use.

Not a lot of people would show up in such a monotonous part of the city—a park over the desert, troublesome neighborhoods—, so Jeff was sure that the distant sounds he heard were of you approaching. There was no surprise when his doubts were confirmed. He could feel a warm breath fanning over the side of his neck, suddenly sensing that presence right next to him, gaze burning into the side of his head. It was repugnant, but he didn’t think he would have it any other way, with such a precious and careful fan just like you, following every step, admitting all you did for him. How perfect could it be? And also so damn gross.

The corner of Jeff’s lips twitched. Wouldn’t you ever move? Announce yourself? For fuck’s sake.

“So you came,” his raspy voice cut through the silence, hoping you would finally say something.

“Of course,” you scoffed, taking a seat right next to him, grinning wide. Your heart beat in anticipation, the thrill of being so close to him by now. “Who do you think I am? Do you have any victims for tonight? Or are you just finally accepting my invitations to go out with me?”

Jeff scoffed. “Um, a little bit of both, really.”

“And what do you—”

The words died on your tongue the moment that your back met the ground, making you hiss at the pain, your air knocked out of you with the impact. What the fuck was that? Trying to sit up, however, the sharp pain against your neck made you freeze, widening your eyes and finally processing Jeff right there, over you. There’s an arm across your chest along with a knee over your thigh to keep you down along with the knife pressed to your neck. He didn’t even need that, really. You’d just gladly be pinned down by him.

“Give a good reason not to kill you right now.” His voice was low, breath fanning over your face, but the sight of such sleepless eyes gazing at you from so close made your heart skip beats.

“I love you?” You offered your best grin.

Jeff’s face didn’t change, eyebrows furrowed and lips still pursed, even if they were a little off, tugging at some points according to the irregular scars. “A valid reason.”

“Come on!” You sighed, groaning as you rolled your eyes. “You can just— I don’t know, teach me your art of killing... I would do anything to be by your side.”

“Sounds more like a pain in the ass.” He rolled his eyes as well, but it was in a distressed manner. A sharp sigh escaped his nose before he looked again at you. He ran his tongue over the pretty scars gracing the corners of his lips, looking impossibly good the way he delved in thoughts. “I hate you.”

“You hate me?” You chuckled, heart fluttering. “Oh, Jeff, I—”

Jeff’s hand that rested over your chest took a hold of your face instead, digging into your cheeks and pressing them together so your mouth would be open when he kissed you. It was messy, as if to just fill some sort of purpose without caring about its means; he managed to snatch a sound from you when his tongue poked into your mouth, exploring it messily and leaving behind a metallic taste. He didn’t care about you kissing him back either. Not like he made it easy, in the first place, pressing your cheeks together like that. His grip practically hurt.

You gasped for air once Jeff pulled away, a little disoriented after all the kissing. It was way too fucking good, leaving your body all tingly. Before you know it, he is doing it again, nibbling on your lips maybe with a little more force than needed, sending the pain sparkling through your lips now and then, but it all didn’t do anything better than making this sensation stir in your lower stomach.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as Jeff was once more replaced by the cold night air, leaving you there breathlessly.

Jeff huffed, raising his eyebrows as he shook his head. “Sorry.”

“What?”

“You could be a good plaything,” he mumbled as he leant in close, his breath fanning over your face, “but you’re not even that kissable.”

Your eyes widened. “Jeff, I—”

Jeff didn’t care what you would say, but still, the first thing he aimed for was your shoulder, sinking the knife into the flesh with a pleasing sound. He knew that, for you, it would be nothing but an honor to have a slow death in his hands, so he let it happen, making sure he aimed for the less vital parts first in the right place and in the right control; after all, it would be no fun if you passed out in the middle of it, right?

He bit on his lip as his knife pierced through your clothes. Your screams and groans of pain turned weaker each time, but always with that whiny edge that he enjoyed so much and also tugged onto your words whenever you pleaded for him to spare mercy, making that nice adrenaline run through his veins while he positioned the knife right above your chest. The cut was deep enough so he could reach his hand into your torso, soaking his hand with your sticky, warm blood that wrapped itself around your heart just in time to catch it’s last beats.

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#creepypasta #jeff the killer #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral #laughing jack #ben drowned #slenderman #eyeless jack #masky #hoodie #ticcy toby

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 24 days

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Tis I again, 🪱 anon! Been busy with work and looking at this blog on my free time again. I was wondering if you could do some creeps (slender and some of your choice, typing this during work haha) reactions to male reader’s accomplishments? Like getting a promotion basically. Sorry if the wording is off, busy day!

Oh and do it when you have time, love the blog still! Keep up the good stuff B)

-🪱 anon

I love getting to write for slender more people need to request him :((

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Thank you so much for requesting!!

Slenderman

Slender isn't very expressive with his emotions, but he does show you that he is proud of you in his own way

He will briefly congratulate you once you turn in for the night, placing a hand on your back and muttering a "good job, love"

He will then set aside all of his work for the day in order to "properly celebrate"

This is a big deal, as he is never free from his work and it takes a lot for him to get even a few hours off

So getting a whole night just to yourselves is a major score

He will arrange for you to go get a professional spa day, complete with a soaking, mud mask, full body massage and getting your hair (if you have any) cleaned up

After that, he will ask that you put on some outing clothes, then takes you out for dinner to the underworld's finest restaurant

While you eat all you want, he will sip (more like absorb) some wine and softly mutter about how happy and how proud he is that you were able to finally reach a goal of yours

Once you finish up there, he will take you back to the manor, changing into more comfy clothes with you and cuddling with you in his bed until you fall asleep

Since he doesn't have a need for sleep, he will simply get up and resume his work once you are out

Masky

Once Tim catches wind of your promotion he is super excited!

Depending on what kind of a person you are, he will either take you out partying or you will stay inside and order your favorite food while spending time together

If you like to party, you will throw on some clubbing clothes before checking out some local areas

Once you find a nice place, you spend the night dancing and drinking to celebrate

You then both stumble home, giggling and chatting all the way and promptly pass tf out once you reach the bed

If you'd rather stay inside, he will order your favorite restaurant while you get into your pajamas

Once the food gets there, he sets the food up and wraps an arm around you

You choose a movie you want to watch, and spend the rest of the night watching it

All the while, Tim will press kisses to you, whispering about how amazing you are, how you deserve the whole world, and how he's so happy for you

Toby

He will be over the moon!

He insists that you celebrate by buying yourself something special with your new shiny money

(And because of this, he also ends up buying you something lol)

Celebration with him is pretty relaxed

Just the two of you cuddled up in his bedroom, you giggling while he kisses you every where he can reach

Every now and then he'll stop to press his cheek to yours, or to say how excited he is, but then it's right back to it

You end up staying up all night (not to worry, you have the next day off)

Somewhere around 11:00 p.m Toby heads down to go get a whole tub of chocolate ice cream for the two of you

You sit up eating the ice cream, listening to music, watching movies, cuddling, you name it

Toby is super tired the next morning and insists that you stay in bed with him all day so he can kiss you whenever he happens to wake up

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theeyoungalabastor · 7 months

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I know Tim and Brian aren't apart of the Creepypasta universe but it feels wrong not to add them.

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mythicalmyles · 1 year

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— req, hii mythical :)

incubus!reader who hasn't has his fill tonight and is getting desperate for ANY type of relief and release + a perverted obsessive slender who's activity sabotaging the reader's chance to get filled so he has to go him and get the relief he needs ever so badly <3

you can choose the kinks. thanks myth :))

– 💤 anon

Ovi, taking advantage, double pen, big size diff, belly bulging, prostate milking, knotting

(Names) mind was deteriorating as he desperately tried to find his fill, everything had gone wrong so far. He’d been searching for hours, not one home he could enter. He whined and rubbed his thighs together as he backed against a tree, he knew it wouldn’t help but the desperation was setting deep inside of him. “Need. Need.” Was all he could repeat as he stuffed his hand down his pants, moans flowing as he arched forward slightly. His free hand gripped on to the tree as he threw himself back against it, some relief finally flooding him as he moaned and desperately bucked into his hand.

A loud cry left him when something wrapped around his wrists, pinning them above his head. “Sl-Slenderman!” (Name) cried out staring at the giant being. “Now whats this? Really doing something so perverse in my forest?” (Name) whined, tears welling in his eyes. “I-I need.” (Name) choked out as heat rolled through his body, his primal need to be filled going into overdrive.

(Name) jumped and sobbed out a moan as something slid in the back of his jeans, circling his hole. Moans flew from (Name) as he tried pushing back into the intrusion. “Ive waited for you to come to me but I had to take matters into my own hands.” (Name) could barley think, the feeling of the powerful beings tentacle on his hole driving him insane. “Please, please, please.” He mindlessly begged as he ground back onto the appendage, his moan reverberated through the forest when it finally slid into him. Slenderman wasted no time in thrusting deep and quick, drawing out choked whines and cries from the incubus.

“So desperate.” It chuckled, sliding another tentacle inside of him. The only reason (Name) hadn’t fallen was due to the tentacles keeping his wrists up, his body had crumpled the moment one of the beings tentacles slid into him. A tentacle pressed against (Names) lips and he quickly opened his mouth, welcoming it in. His tongue ran all over it as he slurped on it, rocking his hips back onto the tentacles nestled inside of him.

(Name) couldn’t think as he sucked and fucked himself on the appendages inside of him, finally getting what he desperately needed. “Such a pretty sight, you’re all stuffed up. So beautiful.” Slenderman praised as its hands ran over his body, tweaking his nipples. (Names) saliva dripped out from around the tentacle, eyes crossing as his body was assaulted with pleasure. Once he came, his load blowing all over his exposed stomach, Slendermans hands up his shirt and teasing his nipples.

(Name) was dropped and he fell into it’s chest, Slenderman easily picking him up in his arms. Slenderman sat down against the tree, (Name) in his lap. (Name) gasped for air as he looked at it’s pale face, his body shaking. “I don’t think i can let you go after this. Im going to have to breed you.” (Name) choked, wide eyes as he searched for any sign of joking. “Oh im not kidding, you’d look beautiful stuffed to your limit.” Panic took over (Name) as it freed its cock, it came out to his mid stomach. He sobbed as he stared at it, he had no chance. He was small by human standards.

“No please.” He begged, Slendermans hands wrapping around his waist as tentacles ripped his clothing off. (Name) tried fighting it but Slenderman’s tentacles were quick to wrap around his body, constricting tight and restricting his movements. He heard Slenderman’s voice chuckle in his head as it began pushing its head inside of him. “Too big, no please.” He croaked out, his words ignored and a scream left him as it’s cock finally pushed past his rim. He jumped forward, hugging onto Slenderman as tears rolled down his cheeks.

It took forever before Slenderman had him seated on his cock, fingers running along the big bulge in (Names) stomach. All (Name) could do was sob and whine into Slendermans chest, stuffed beyond belief. His mind couldn’t focus as his body twitched, overloaded. Slenderman pulled him back to look at his fucked out face, one of Slendermans hands pushing his hair back to get a better look. “How do you feel?” (Name) whined, Slenders cock moving inside of him. “Full. Too full.” He choked out at he whimpered, looking down at the bulge in his stomach.

Slenderman suddenly ground up chasing a loud yelp from (Name), (Name) sobbed as his nerves were lit on fire. His cried turned into moans as Slender began speeding up, it’s tentacles helping to fuck (Name) on it’s cock. It couldn’t help but growl at the way the little demon wrapped around him, so tight. Slender wanted to ruin him, so he could only come back to it for pleasure. Loud cries and moans left (Name) as Slenderman got rougher, slamming as deep as he could into (Name). “I ca- no!” (Name) cried as another orgasm tore through his body, he shook and he couldn’t stop spilling his seed as Slendermans cock constantly ground against his prostate. Panicked cries left inbetween his loud moans as he was drained of all he had, soul leaving his body as he was milked for all he was worth.

He fell loosely against the tentacles. “Ah! Ahhh! No moore, please.” He slurred out as Slender continually fucked him at an inhumane pace, cock imprinting itself deep inside of (Name). (Name) moaned loudly as his overstimulated body was abused, he was sure the entire forest could hear his sobs and moans. “Dont worry, you’ll be filled soon.” Panicked whines left (Name), the thought alone of just how much the being could cum from a cock this huge was daunting.

Cracked noises flew from him as his body let go, letting Slender use him as it pleased. (Name) choked as slender suddenly slammed deep inside of him, arms and tentacles completely immobilising him.

“Ahh! Uh, oh!” (Name) choked out as Slender’s cum flooded him, gasping as he felt objects being pushed into him. “Wha-?” He slurred out, feeling the cum flood inside of him. Slenders cock stretching him too much to let any out, panicked cries flooded from (Names) mouth as he felt Slenders cock swell up. “No, please.” He choked out as he was stretched more, vision dancing with black spots as cum kept shooting into him. He whimpered as he felt his stomach expand. “It’s my eggs.” (Names) hearing rang as he processed what was happening. He really was being bred. Moan’s began dripping from his lips as Slender began to slowly grind up into him and circle it’s hips, (Name) couldn’t understand how his cock was twitching again, throbbing as it hardened with every roll of Slenders hips. Slenderman pulled back once he’d finally stopped spilling inside of (Name), sperm and egg’s fully implanted deep into the little demon.

Slender bounced his hips, (Name) letting out high pitched moans as he felt another orgasm wash over him. No cum came out and he fell crying against Slender’s chest. “Too much.” He sobbed as Slender kept bouncing him. “But you’re so pretty like this for me, moaning like a whore full of my eggs.” Its mouth ripped open and it liked its lips. (Name) whimpered, completely outmatched. Its tongue slipped between (Names) lips, lapping up the taste of the human.

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unikron-kitten-kat · 1 year

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after that i dont want. i need a part 2 >:) give us the goods!

Oh my Zalgo ITS DONE!! Ya'll wanted some part 2, and you shall receive!! One of my previous posts clears something up about [the reader] in this one, so you can find that if you end up getting confused about a certain something mentioned in here!

Slenderman x Male Reader, Smut this time!

Kinks may include: mpreg; tentacles; praise; nicknames: slender maybe calls you stuff like pet or little spiderling, or stuff like that; overstim;

No tws that I know of in here.. I dont think anyway... Now enjoy!!

His Dearest

Mine Nøw

It has been a while since you have become a Slenderbeing.

A long while.

You are now completely adapted to the warped time of the dimension your Boss keeps you all in, your internal clock warped when you transformed completely.

It was the next day, after your completion.

The others saw you.

And oh boy..

Were they jealous.

Envious..

Angry...

They despised you. They hated how you, a total outsider to them, ripped the spotlight off their stage, and held it over yourself.

But they knew how oblivious you were to it all. They knew. And they hated your.. Naivety. They hated the favoritism.

And don't get me started on the Big Boys, the.. The Proxies Slender favored before he brought you home. Before he introduced you to his other servants finally.

Toby, Masky, and Hoodie were slapped in the face the hardest. They no longer had the large favor they used to have with Slender, and Toby even got into serious trouble with Slender for messing with you.

But now that you were... Like that!?

God, being that close with Slender was only something any other Proxie could dream of now.

But, they don't know the full extent to your closeness. At least, the fondness Slender has for you, anyway.

You see, ever since you started... Blooming.. Really fitting into your new body.. He had slowly become infatuated with you. He slowly started to find you adorable.. Cute.. So naive... Fuckable... Breedable... His to have.. His.. To own.. His.. His...

And lo and behold, after being under his wing for the few decades you were, the universe finally let him have you..

In the form of the results of your receiving a piece of Slender's magic and powerful essence to grow more powerful with... In the form of a Slenderbeing Cadaver.

The perfect chance to finally make you his.

And he took it without hesitation.

If he didn't find you so cute as a tiny little human, he certainly found you cute and gorgeous now.

You are sitting on a log, fiddling with your magic, letting the sparking, ribbony lengths of sickly-green and gold wrap and twine between your fingers, even motioning for it to flow around the chest claws you had.

There was something about the colour that entranced you. Something was off about it. And, you very soon learned what it was. Your magic, green and gold as it was, had some semblance of His. There was a hint of a dark maroon that cracked and sliced through your magic.

You wonder if it had anything to do with the fact it was his magic that made you like this. That his magic gave you your own.

You inhaled sharply, startled, whipping your head to see it was only him who touched your tentacles.

Yours, unlike his, looked like long ropes of whispy cobweb, bundled up. They had your magic coursing through them as well, giving them a green and golden glow in some parts.

"Hello Little Spider.."

"H.. Hey.."

His hands were on your shoulder. Your face flushed, the dark green that was your blood now painted your face a different colour than a human.

He pressed his body against yours. His face rested in the crook of your neck.

Both sets of his arms wrapped around you, and he hummed in contentment. His tentacles wrapped around yours, some even trailing to your body, and wrapped around your thighs or chest.

His arms moved to lift you off the log, him then moving himself onto the log behind you, you now sitting in his lap.

His arms are back around you, holding you against him. He is warm. His arms and tentacles were trailing and rubbing their touch all over, not leaving an inch of you untouched. He wasn't applying any pressure either, just touching you. His touch still felt hot even through your clothes.

His hands, one pair, trailed down from your neck, to your abdomen, and they stopped. The rest didn't stop though. Just the one pair on your abdomen.

You let out an inquisitive whimper, looking down to his hands resting there.

"... Would be.." He paused, and moved his face to the back of your neck, "Would be endearing to see you..", his hands resting on your abdomen rubbed it in circles, "full.. Of my children..."

Your face lit up bright green, your eyes widening, your other eyes even opening in your shock at his statement.

"Wh.. What?"

"Wouldn't you like that, [Name]?"

"I-I-"

"You can't deny it, [Name]. I know.. What you dream about.. I know what makes you wake up wet in the pants.."

Your face might as well be a lamppost with how deeply coloured your face was now, the green glowing bright with the help of your magic, which seemed to.. Imitate your emotion with brightness and fluidity.

"I.. Could see what you dreamed of, you silly little thing. I saw what you thought of when you tried your hardest to keep those... Filthy thoughts to yourself."

You made a small noise, your body tensing with embarrassment at the realization his hands and tentacles were getting more.. Antsy.

The ones on your abdomen trailed down to rest on the inside of your thighs, rubbing the sensitive skin in circles very close to your crotch.

You hadn't realized that your hands, the four, had grabbed onto his arms, your embarrassment leading to quite a grip that human bones wouldn't be able to withstand.

"I mean.. Even if you weren't a Slenderbeing at this current time..", he trailed off, his upper hands slipping under your shirt and trailing up to rub and grope your pecs, his palms would rub over your nipples, "I would still be rewarding you for being such a good servant for me..."

His voice was right next to your ear, his mouth opening to nibble at your jaw.

You were trembling, and your crotch was throbbing, so was that spot on your neck that Slender licked with his tongue a while back. The feeling seemed to only ebb away when Slender got close to touching them.

This made you subconsciously move your throbbing areas against him, chasing his touch there.

His other hands and tentacles were getting more sensual with their touches, squeezing sensitive areas of your flesh, flitting over the ridges of your neck, ribs.. His fingers would ghost over your mouth, his tentacles wrapped around your limbs, opening your legs, and wrapping your arms behind you to pin them to your back.

One hand came up to grasp your chin, his fingers splaying slightly, and his palm gave enough force to push your head back, you now facing up.

The little whimper that scrimped past your trembling lips made Slender chuckle.

"You like this, [Name]? You like my hands on your body? My tentacles on your body?"

You let out a trembly affirming hum. He chuckled again, and he used to fingers to trail down your neck from your chin, and back up.

"Use your words, my pretty mate....." He whispered, his voice trailing off.

Your voice wavered as you spoke, "Y-yess... Mm.. I-I do like it..." Your voice trailed to a whisper.

His sensual touches continued. His hands would squeeze your arms, your chest, your thighs, and rub back up again, his fingers ghosting their touch along the lines your muscles made as his hands traveled. His tentacles resigned to holding you, their slimey cold touch moving as they pulsed and slithered against your skin in the places they held you.

Your pants were interrupted with trembly moans and gasps at his touch and the stimulation.

One of his hands groped your crotch, soon slipping into your pants, his palm rubbing against the wetting slits of the flaps covering your dick, your back arching and a gasp leaving your slightly drooling mouth at the touch.

His fingers rubbed at the slits to your flaps, another hand of his slipping your loose pants off your legs and down to your ankles easily.

Your hands, now held behind your back, tensed into fists with the new attention to your aching, pulsing wet.

Your dick was pressing against the flaps, making it easier for Slender to slid a finger in the middle of the four flaps, sliding them apart, trails of slick and pre covered his fingers and stretched between the flaps. Another hand came down to help his other seperate the flaps, all four now splayed, your throbbing dick out for him to see.

Slender pressed his palm to the base of all your tender flesh, a moan drawled out your mouth, his fingers wrapping around the base of your dick, gently squeezing the knot you now had, and another moan shook your throat.

He stroked you, up and down, your legs shaking, breath shuddering, body trembling. Your tentacles wavered, them finding his own arms and legs to weakly wrap around. Pre beaded at your tip, Slender's thumb rubbing over it to smear your dick with it.

Your back arched more, your shoulders pressing into Slenderman, his upper hands slid down to your hips, to rock you against his own excitement. You settled after he stroked you a few more times, trying to and failing to roll your hips against his touch to your dick.

He kissed your neck. Not where you needed him to though. He scraped his teeth against your skin, gently biting you. He nipped your jaw, trailing bigger bites down. He found sensitive areas you'd shiver at, and sucked them black and blue.

One of his lower hands traced the wet, tender flesh of your unhidden dick lower, to your begging tunnel. He kissed your neck hard, resting his face into your neck as your body arched in his lap again, a quick moan escaping your drooling mouth, his fingers dipping into your dripping hole. His fingers gently and slowly rubbed along your entrance, sliding in and out against your walls, a breathy chuckle came from him.

"You are doing so well [Name]. So good.. Keep being good and I'll give you a bigger reward~" He whispered into your ear.

He hummed at the following shudder that shook your body against him. Your cunt quivered around his fingers, you whimpering, squirming at his touch. Slender dragged the length of his fingers against your entrance, the tips dipping into you briefly. He brought his slick coated fingers to his mouth, where he tasted your essence.

"Mmm, you are tasty, [Name].."

You shuddered, exhaling.

Your clothes were feeling hot against your skin. You needed them off.

You were in quite the daze, so it took you a moment to register that Slender was pushing the both of you up into standing.

Once you both were though, he had to hold you against him. Your legs were wobbly. You weren't used to the increased stimulant of being touched places in this body.

It was the faint but sudden breeze that made you realized he had removed your coat. He was starting on your shirt then too.

He suddenly turned you around, and you were suddenly against a tree. He was removing his suit jacket now.

"Open."

It was your mouth he wanted open. And you opened it, exhaling slightly when you did.

The force of the kiss had you whimpering, his upper pair of hands roughly grabbed your wrists, a pair of tentacles grabbed your lower ones. His sudden roughness had you squirming in between him and the tree, your crotch was also unbelievably hot, and was leaking with slick and pre.

Your upper arms were held against the tree, level with your head, and your lower ones were "cuffed" with his tentacles behind your back, making it arch into him.

He was rough with you. He was grinding his leg in between yours, his pants getting wet with your excrement, he was hardly letting you breathe with the messy kisses with tongues.

Your squirming against him riled him up. Jeez, he can't restrain you enough can he?

He pulled away, finally letting you breath in short, moaning gasps.

You froze and shuddered, a low growl emanating from him. The sound only made you chitter weakly, a groan left your throat as he started trailing nibbles down your neck.

His tentacles were holding your thighs apart.

His mouth was resting on the spot that was oddly throbbing now. You were (trying) to push your neck up into his mouth.

Slender hummed.

He dragged the tip of his tongue along the achy spot, making you shudder and squirm. He pressed against you after hearing the whimpery moan you made.

His skin was smooth, and in your sex-numbed daze you saw prominent veins of magik pulsing with his magik colour along his arms and body.

You gasped as you felt him press against your weeping tunnel.

"You ready, [Name]?"

You whimpered an answer, shuddering at the huskiness of his voice.

You yelped as you were both suddenly down, on a floor, him on top of you, but you weren't able to process that much before his dick started sliding into you.

You were so wet he didn't need to stop until he was completely inside you.

His lower arms were holding your hips as your back arched, his upper ones each had both sets of yours in their grasp, still pinning you down.

He had finally bitten that spot of your neck that ached for it, it sent a pulse of something through you.

You gasped, and moaned sweetly as he started rocking slowly into you, pulling out till just his tip was hitched on your entrance and then pushing back in.

He had you pinned down to the carpet covered floor completely, still slowly thrusting into you, and kissing you roughly, his tongues playing with yours.

As his hips rocked against yours, his body rubbed against yours.

His kisses didn't waver in their passion, and he didn't neglect your 'mark', the specific spot of your neck he bit.

Your moans filled the room. His groans and quiet grunts were stiffled by them. Your cunt would squeeze him, blinding you with stars and filling you with pleasure, making your arch into him. His tentacles were stroking your dick in between your bodies.

The sounds of his dick slipping into you were wet.

"Fuck, [Name], your so tight... And wet... So warm too..."

You whined, his dick felt so large, even despite your new size compared to him. You thought it wouldn't feel as tight.

It was pulsing inside you, the ridges it had rubbed along your walls, making you shake and fat tears well up in your eyes.

He was thrusting very deep into you, you swear even being around his size and height he was filling you much more than you were supposed to handle. But you loved it. His dick was warm, and thick. And hard. Its ridges rubbed against your gummy walls whenever he moved inside you, making pleasure reverb through you.

Despite being pinned, you still squirmed, and pressing into him.

He had let go of your lower arms, the hands of which were tightly gripping his lower shoulders.

He was thrusting so deep. So so deep. You felt him squeeze his way further into you, you felt him in your tummy. It made that area of your body feel tight.

His teeth were marking any place he could bite down on; your shoulders, your collar, neck, nibbling on your jaw, your chest. Anywhere. The moans and sobs of pleasure eminating from you made him warm and riled. He was close to going feral on you.

The crotch tentacles you both had were wrapping around eachother and were trying to pulling your hips closer.

He thrust into a particular area that made moans get caught in your throat, and he didnt stop hitting it.

His rough but soft thrusts would drag his dick along that spot, making your legs turn to jelly, and the breath leave your lungs. The hot, pangy and painful pleasure the motion spazzed through your body made you go limp against him.

He hugged you to him as you arched into him again, his mouth next to your ear.

"You are doing.. So, so good [Name].."

He shuddered as your sopping cunt squeezed him. His tentacles squeezed your dick when it pulsed in their grasp.

Your moans wavered, his hand grabbed your head.

"That's it [Name], be a good little spider. Be a good little spider and spill. Come on, little spider.. Cum for me.."

His deep and gruff words sent you ober the edge, your moans loud, his tentacles pumping you even as you came all over the both of you. His tentacles slithered in spirals around your dick, moving as they climbed and sank, one rubbing over your slit as cum continued spilling from it.

You felt your cunt was quivering, and he laid you completely down to the ground again, hugging you still, as he sped up his thrusts, bringing quick and loud moans out of you.

Your cunt clamped around him as you spilled there too, your claws scratching at his back you came around his cock, and your loud, wanton moans echoed in the room a bit. The pressure from how tightly you were squeezing him made your vision darken and stars appear.

He didn't stop thrusting into you, however. In fact, he did quite the opposite, thrusting harder into you, his dick roughly rubbing along your sweet spot now, the ridges pulling small squeals of pleasure from you.

Two pairs of large tentacles messaged your chest muscles, and smaller tentacles slithered along your body and found ares to suction to to leave dark bruises on your now moon-pale skin.

The hands Slenderman didn't have occupied with keeping you pinned were used to slide and rub across your body, squeezing other sensitive areas.

Your moans quivered and wavered, and your lungs desperate for air, pulling even more desperate pants out of you, and yet he wasn't letting up. You tried to find words to plead for less, to beg him to go easier on you, it was too much, but your voice couldn't muster the words, nonetheless form them in your head.

Drool and tears were ebbing from your mouth and eyes, your eyes were heavy and lidded with the pleasure, your upper ones closed because you were beginning to grow tired and exhausted from how much at once your body was experiencing.

Slender could tell you were getting tired. Your grip on him was softening, your body was practically going limp beneath him, your voice was wavering and stuttering, your pretty song was fading.

The slick and sloppy sounds his dick made as it slid in and out of your soaking cunt were now loud with the added slick from your orgasm, making a mess.

Your dick was beginning to hurt, it was being overstimulated beyond belief. Your hadn't made yourself cum more than once at a time before.

You choked as you felt a second pair of orgasms building inside you, the feeling spreading warmth and making you exhale shakily.

You whimpered feeling him drill into you as hard as he could. He was looming over you, no longer needing to pin you down himself anymore.

He chuckled, the sound making you lazily look at him.

"You look so cute like this [Name].. Had I known you would look so good, I'd have done this to you at least once while you were still human..."

You couldn't react to his statement as the orgasms that were building finally released. Your back weakily arching as both your throbbing dick and swollen pussy released cum at once, your jelly legs weakily moved too, and your upper hands were grabbed by his as they closed from the immense wave of pleasure that shook your body.

When you body went limp again from the end of it, he was still going. Your hands weakily closed around his.

You sobbed as your dick was painfully brought back to life from Slender's tentacles, and your tired pussy was also pushed beyond its limits.

Your body was loosing its strength seemingly. The orgasms came much quicker, a third already sneaking up on you, and your loud wanton moans were reduced to whimpers and whines.

You whimpered loudly as you felt the third orgasm.

"Don't worry, [Name], we'll have.. a nice hot bath when we're done here.." His words were interrupted with his quiet grunts.

It didn't take long for a third set of orgasms to shake your body, tears spilled from your eyes, and drool from your mouth as you let out weak little moans.

It was now you were feeling his movements become sloppy. His lower hands softly grabbed your thighs and folded your legs, giving himself a much better angle to fill you.

But this new angle had him reaching deeper into you, somehow. You looked, a shuddery gasp escaping you as you saw the small but noticeable bulge that showed. Your dick was red, and painfully throbbing.

You let out a pained moan as a fourth pair of orgasms slienced you, your meak moans getting caught up in your throat.

Even more so when you felt the sudden hot spread up into you. You shuddered, whining with pleasure.

He was still inside you, his knot inside you as well.

He was beathing deeply, you were panting.

He thrust slow and gentle a few times, to lessen the mess.

You squirmed, gasping and whining at a bigger lump forcing its way into you.

"Shhhh, it's okay [Name]."

Slender held you cheek.

"It's just my eggs~"

You let out a meak whimpery moan as the lump slid all the way into you, down to where his tip was in you, right up against your.. Ah.. Uterus? Did you have one of those if you had a pussy? Yes. You do have one, and Slender was filling it.

"Fuck, you look so cute all fucked out like this... We should do this more often [Name]."

Your body felt numb, and limp. It felt so warm to, the hot from Slenderman's seed spread through you.

It took a moment before he was done. He had trouble pulling out though. You were very tight now, something all Slenderbeings did when they got their fill. It was a way to keep it all inside.

He pulled out, finally, your cunt actually closing up. He pulled you down, level with him.

He was gentle in pulling you up. And slow.

Your legs were completely jelly. You couldn't even stand with them.

He picked you up though. Bridal style.

"Looks like someone's too tired for a bath..."

You were pretty much asleep in his arms.

You inquisitively whimpered feeling warmth cover you.

You felt him cuddle up with you. Ah, you were in a bed, under some blankets.

"Sleep well, [Name]... I love you, my pretty mate.."

One of his hands stroked your cheek.

"L...love you too..."

You fell asleep in his arms, wrapped up in eachother.

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