#Slenderverse x y/n

[mercityart]

-HOW THEY REACT TO YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES--

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TW: these characters are mentally unwell individuals who don't typically have the means for therapy or medication, they aren't meant to be perfect, and just like so many other ppl they can be toxic and exhibit bad behavior such as self harm, possessiveness and so much more.

HUGE TW!! MENTIONS OF SH, TORTURE, MENTAL ILLNESS, SA AND MORE!! THESE ARE SIMPLY TO PORTRAY THE DIFFERENT STRUGGLES PEOPLE GO THROUGH AND IN NO WAY IS MEANT TO ROMANTICIZE ANY OF IT!! THESE ARE MEANT TO SHOW THE IMPERFECTIONS THAT EXIST WITHIN HUMANS AND OUR STRUGGLES AND HOW THESE MAY AFFECT US AND OTHERS.

-HOW THEY REACT TO YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES--

Toby- So Toby typically wears his hoodie as often as possible, of curse taking it off for showers and to wash it. There aren't many chances for you to wear his hoodie as much as you may wish you had more opportunities.

However, it would seem that day was your lucky day! Toby- had just came to your place after a mission, completely and utterly exhausted. It had been a while since the last time you had seen the man as he had been on a six week long job.

He was sent to gather some information in regards to the operator and what it may be or even possibly a tad bit more of its history. This job clearly didn't go the way the man was hoping.

Usually Toby would immediately be embracing you upon seeing his lover after a job well done. This time though... He simply walked straight into the kitchen, placing his hoodie upon the counter and grabbing a bottle of whiskey treaded into the bathroom without a single word, dark bags under his eyes and fresh bandages hinting at how he had not been caring for himself properly, if anything he had likely done the opposite.

It was clear that the man was in a absolutely terrible head space. You had followed him to the kitchen when he came in, watching him worriedly.

After he barricaded himself in the bathroom though there really wasn't much you could do so you left back to the kitchen to grab a snack and coffee, preparing yourself for a long night taking care of your unwell lover.

That's when you realized that he had left his hoodie on the counter. How could you not pass up the opportunity?

You had gone so long without the man's embrace or even his voice, and he had simply snubbed you upon returning home. You were desperate for his touch, his scent, his warmth.

You carefully put on the warm and welcoming hoodie, it was a bit dirty but you couldn't care less. It was two in the fucking morning and frankly you were touch starved and lonely, a bit hurt if you were being honest.

All you really wanted was to be in the man's welcoming strong arms. Sighing contently you snuggled your face into the sleeves, it smelt of him. That all too familiar scent of nature.

It was like being outside in a pine tree filled forest during a thunderstorm. You would be lying if you said that it wasn't soothing.

Oh so quietly you had grasped a cookie and mug of coffee/tea/hot chocolate and headed to the hallway.

You sat beside the doorframe silently, simply listening as Toby had been mumbling things to himself, or maybe even the hallucinations or delusions.

In such a delicate mood it truly wouldn't be a surprise if he was having a mental break and conversing with someone or something that wasn't actually there.

All you could do was be there for him. You sat there, only the mumbles of Tobias echoing within the home. That was until his mumbles were replaced by angry pained sobs.

You simply couldn't let sit there doing nothing but there truly was nothing much you could do. So you did the only thing you knew you could do and that was to try and ground Toby.

"Toby..? Baby.. can you hear me? Hey hey hey.. shh.. I'm right here. I'm here. You're not alone. Sweetheart..."

He couldn't properly respond to you but you knew from his little whimpers that he was starting to understand you slightly.

You didn't know what to say so you decided to hum to him, slowly beginning to sing a soft song to him (coma baby- Nicole dollanger). Slowly but surely his sobs turned into sniffles and the sniffles into sad breathing.

Upon you stopping after a minute or so the door carefully creaked open revealing the puffy eyed man. He stared down at your sitting form pressed into the wall snuggled into his hoodie.

He couldn't help but smile weakly, his voice shaky, cracking here and there when he says, "Are you wearing my hoodie..?"

Soft chuckling filled your ears, and he bent down to you, carresing your cheek sweetly. "Welcome home baby.." you state as you lean into his touch.

The man simply hums in response, wrapping a arm under your thighs and his other around your back as he picks you up to straddle his waist, swaying back and forth with you in his arms.

"You... You are so much more than I deserve.. I love you (y/n).." 

Tim- Oh dear gods, you are trying to give him a heart attack or something. Tim had gone out to grab some groceries as it was his turn to do so.

Getting some milk, bacon of course, stuff for pancakes, spaghetti and more. Stopping by a convenience store for some of his cigarettes and snacks and sodas/energy drinks for everyone.

He simply was not ready for what he was to come home to. It was around lunchtime and you had gotten there early from work, you were tired but you decided you wanted to spoil Tim a bit.

You had walked into Tims room looking for him but found him to be gone. He had been rather busy as of late so you took it upon yourself to clean up and organize his room a bit.

Throwing away any garbage, cleaning his ashtray by the window, washing the window of course as it had been tinted from the smoke. You picked up his dirty clothes into a hamper and placed his books, chargers, electronics, and magazines where they needed to be. You had also made his bed and swept.

You smiled at your work from the doorways happily, hoping this would make your lover less stressed.

You took the hamper to the washer and dryer, letting them do their thing as you went to clean up the living room and kitchen.

Oh boy was Tim a lucky man to have such a kind significant other to clean the home. Time flew rather quickly as you cleaned and so it was in no time at all that the clothes were all dried and ready to be folded neatly and put away.

So you did just that! You did stop for a small moment once you came across the mans red flannel. You just couldn't help it! It's freshly cleaned clothes!! So warm and cozy.

You slipped out of your clothes, placing the comfortable clothing over yourself happily.

Tim was a bit on the short side of the spectrum but what the man lacked in height he made up in width.

The rather chubby man was the best hugger so having his clothing wrapped around you was incredibly comforting.

The mans soft but incredibly strong body pressed into yours was all you could think of as you put away his other clothes. That's when you noticed how hungry you were.

You had spent all night and day working only to clean, forgetting completely to eat that morning so you took it upon yourself to make a meal for yourself and for whenever Tim would arrive home.

You put on a Spotify playlist that reminded you of your lover(I have one if you'd like a link) as you began to make some food, swaying contently to the music.

It was soon after that Tim had opened the front door, grocery bags in hand. He froze as soon as he heard the sound of Johny cash singing, the food sizzling and the scent wafting heavenly through the air.

He quickly removed his boots and headed towards the kitchen only to be met with the sight of you merely wearing your underwear and his favorite flannel swaying to the music.

His heart seemed to catch in his throat and he set the bags down on the floor, only caring about one thing as he approached you, his powerful arms wrapping around your waist as he rest his forehead on your shoulder.

"What do you suppose you're doing darlin?" He coos, gently swaying with you as you cooked.

"Mm, merely spoiling you my love." 

Brian- Oh c'mon now. You know this man would absolutely love to see you in his clothes. It's honestly a habit at this point. Though I suppose if need be let's remember the first time it happened.

You and Brian had been together for a few months by this point, both of you seated on the couch. You were not in a happy mood and frankly he was pissed off.

You two had been walking around earlier at the mall only to be approached by a group of people who immediately began saying some disgusting things in regards to you, accusing you of things that were blatantly untrue or not giving the full story.

Brian followed you as you hurried away from the group, but not before hearing a guy say that you were a cheating whore.

Brian trusted you of course however he's never had a lover be accused of such a thing so publicly so he had suspicions.

The air around you both was incredibly tense, the silence being broken by Brian. "So you mind explaining what all those people were going on about earlier?"

You had flinched, not out of any loudness or physical pain but Brian had never taken this tone with you, his voice was cold, it was the same time he'd take with a stranger he was wary of. This broke your heart.

"I don't know... I went to school with them. They were never very nice people..."

He sighs and grips his own hair, grumbling, clearly working himself up which was extremely uncharacteristic of him considering he was always so calm and levelheaded.

He never got worked up so easily. Right now though... He was clearly getting pissed and he was getting pissed quick.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure some absolutely awful people you haven't seen in years would just go up to us and call you a 'cheeting whore' right? Sounds so fucking logical. How about you tell me the fucking truth huh? Who you been fuckin? Hm?"

This left you absolutely speechless. How could he? Why would he? You never lie to him, you've never been yelled at by him, never fought, yet here you were now, having all of those things happen.

"I'm not lying to you hun! Please..! I wish I could explain everything but-..." Your voice catches in your throat, and Brian took this opportunity to yell.

"The fuck you mean by that?! I thought you trusted me (Y/n)!! Yet here you are lying and hiding shit from me!" He stood, his eyes narrowed, glaring into your (e/c) orbs.

"You are just like all the others." He spat angrily, fists clenched by his sides, gritting his teeth.

You completely lost it at that point, shoving your way past him, tears pouring down your face and you ran out of the cabin-like home into the pouring rain and dark forest, not caring where you were going or that you were getting scratched to holy hell by the branches, twigs, thorns and bark surrounding you.

You simply kept running, paying to attention the the fading voice of Brian yelling after your retreating form.

You didn't stop until you had your ankle caught on a root, being thrown down into a ditch where a stream once flowed.

Tears stung your eyes, unable to stop your sobs. You tried to stand, only to gasp in pain.

Upon looking back at your legs you found one of your ankles clearly broken and bloody, as it had been caught between two close tress upon your decent.

You grip at the leaves screaming out in pain and sorrow, head slamming into the ground trying to hide your fragile shaking form.

The rain pelted at your wounded body, the rushing of your heart in your ears and the wicked wind and rain deafening everything around you except for your painful sobs, completely masking the sound of rushed footsteps above you.

Said footsteps stopped upon the owner of the sound peering down at you. Brian jumps down hurriedly to kneel by your side.

"Dove... Oh sweet thing... Shh... I'm here.. I'm here..." His strong arms encase you, chin resting atop your skull, holding you oh so gentle, as though he was afraid to shatter you.

"I'm s s sorry....!! I just- I don't want you to view me d different...! I don't want you to leave me...!" He frowns at your words and cups your cheeks, pecking the bridge of your nose.

"My love.. I could never hate you.. tell me..."

He removes his Hoodie and moves to get your ankle unstuck as painlessly as he could. Once you were freed he instantly put the article of clothing on you, lifting you up into his arms as he carried you home, relaxing a bit once you had snuggled into him.

"I... I had a bad past... I was assaulted in middle school by my ex... He was the one who yelled at you... He...! I I didn't-!"

Guilt immediately filled Brian's chest as he hugged you tighter to him, anger towards the man who hurt you filling him, but you were top priority. "Shh.. my little angel.. you're safe now. I'm not going anywhere.. I will deal with that rat bastard later... Now... Let's get you patched up, hm?"

He smiles half-heartedly towards you, carrying you inside and to his room, setting you upon the bed.

He stepped back and went to the adjoining bathroom, collecting the first aid before returning to you. As he stood at the end of the comfortable mattress his gaze fixated on you lovingly, the sight of your tired firm, albeit hurt and sorrowful, was absolutely breathtaking as you were wrapped up in his clothes, that was oversized on your frame, you looked so sweet, so pure.

He vowed then and there he'd protect you with every waking breathe, and that night after addressing your wounds he showed you just how much he loves you, addressing any and all wants, needs and more.

Smothering you with his affection words, his touch so delicate as he held you, kissed you, pet you, anything you wished. 

(I apologise for any mistranslation in Liu, Sully and Jeff. I'm a bit rusty with my Spanish.)

Jeff- Jeff is a rather simple guy, often wearing the same hoodie daily, similar to Tobias. Though Jeff didn't just wear it for comfort or sentimentality, though that did play a role, it was mainly due to his severe dysphoria.

It hated his chest, even when binding it's hatred for his body was extreme, never feeling masculine enough, never flat enough.

It is extremely difficult to get this man to take off the article of clothing.

You had been having a extremely rough day, work sucked, you got stuck with a few asshole clients, someone dumped coffee on you, you got papercuts, you chipped a nail, etc.

All these seemingly small things were driving you to your breaking point and all you wanted was to go home and snuggle your dearest lover.

This clearly didn't go how you wished though as once you came home there's was a note in your refrigerator that says,

'I'm sorry but something important came up and I won't be home until at least the early morning. Please be sure to leave food out for smiley, smiles, and grinny. Thank you! -Love, Jeff.'

well that was it, that was your last straw, you began to cry silently, resting your head against the fridge trying to keep yourself calm, however this very clearly failed as you had lost complete control of yourself, everything being a blur.

All that you could really figure out from your blur of a memory was that you drank a little bit, took some ibuprofen for your headache, scrubbed your clothes and beyond that you didn't remember but it was clear to you that you had relapsed back into self harm as you say there in the bathtub, hugging your knees to your chest.

It was always the small things that really pushed you over the edge, never the big things, you hated it, you were getting better yet here you were struggling once more.

You knew that relapsing was apart of the healing process, it was an addiction after all.

The pain releases a certain hormone to numb the pain that gives a temporary euphoria but the aftermath is never worth the temporary fake peace.

You sat in the water for so long it had grown icy cold, you shook, fingers pruned from being submerged for so long.

You shakily got out of the tub staring into the mirror with a mixture of hatred, and sorrow however it was weighed down by a certain inner numbness that just crushed you.

You could hardly muster the energy to stand so you ignored the red lines, ignored the scabs n pain and instead of wrapping yourself up and getting dressed you climbed into your head, burying yourself into the comfort of blankets and pillows, staring aimlessly at the window imagining Jeff coming through and it all having been a dream, you two would be cuddling and you wouldn't be struggling.

You don't know when you fell asleep but you do remember eventually waking up.

Jeff had gotten to your home around four in the morning, having learned that he was safe with you he simply used the front door like a normal human being instead of a window or vent.

He was tired but as soon as he had entered the place he was on high alert. Something clearly wasn't right.

You never slept in total darkness, you always left a light on for him, there was always some sort of background noise. He was uneasy, the further he walked into the place the more tense he got until he spring into pure panicked worry.

The bedroom door was wide open, you always kept it at least halfway closed. The bathroom was the one place that had the lights still on so he approached it.

Peering in he expected to see you but that wasn't the case, the bathroom was empty, you having forgotten to dry the floor you drenched after getting out of the bath.

Speaking of the bath, you hadn't drained it either. Jeff noticed that the water seemed a bit odd, then he realized. Immediately he felt a sort of disappointment, he hated it, he knew the struggle, he struggles with it himself, but you had been doing so well.

He hated knowing you were hurting so much.

He drains the tub and dries the floor before heading to the bedroom, you were curled up tightly, eyes puffy and tired, cheeks dusted a rosy hue.

The man knelt beside your bedside, watching you with his icy blue eyes. Gently it reached out and gently shook your shoulder waking you. It was clear you weren't find if being woken but once you saw him your heart dropped into your stomach, and he felt the same.

"Mi amor... What did you do..?"

This broke you, gripping onto the sheets as soft sniffles escaped you. Jeffery wrapped his arms around your shoulders, rubbing circles on your back soothingly

"Está bien ahora mi amor... Estoy aquí contigo... Está seguro...Te tengo. escucha el latido de mi corazón..." He coos sweetly, calming you down.

"Breath... It's going to be alright. Here.." he stand up and removes his hoodie, going into the bedside table he takes out a first aid kit, carefully cleaning and bandaging your wounds.

After you were all patched up he clambers up onto the bed and tugs you onto his lap, pulling his hoodie over you as he sings Así es la vida to you trying to cheer you up, simply being there for you.

"I'm going to get a second hoodie to wear so when I'm not home with you, you can wear it and be held by me even when I'm not there."

He smirks, "I do expect to see you walking around all cute in it when I return~" he chuckles as you lightly hit his shoulder from him being a pervert.

Liu- Liu was having a rather boring day at work, a few piercings done, a small tattoo touch up, but other than that it'd been rather slow.

They did however hope that his next client would help his day not be so boring.

A surprise client had contacted them via email in regards to a chest tattoo that was very delicate and almost looked like lace in a way, it was a gorgeous piece to be completely honest.

He was hesitant though as the client did not come in for a typical consultation where he'd evaluate their skin and the design size to them, instead the client simply sent them a picture with their proprtions for the placement.

He didn't even know the client, well, they didn't know he knew the client. An hour passed and as he was setting up for the tattoo the bell to the shops door rang out.

They walked out, looking towards the floor as he was placing his jewelry back on to greet the client but was stopped in their tracks upon a all too familiar cheerful voice, "I'm ready whenever you are love!"

This made him look up instantly, seeing the perfect face that belonged to none other than his lover.

With this his jaw dropped, staring at his boyfriend in shock. "You ok hun?"

They shake their head slightly. "Yes! Ahem, I mean, yes, yes I'm ok. Shall we?" He steps aside for you to pass him and enter the station, him following close behind.

"Now... Do you know what you're getting into? The chest area can be rather painful as it's a thin layer of skin, I don't want you to not be able to handle this mi querido."

You simply smile at him. "Sweetheart, I'm alright, I can handle this. Please?"

Liu sighs dramatically, playing around with the bottle of ink. "No sé... me gusta el tatuaje pero I don't like hurting you mi amor."

They give you the puppy dog eyes. Damn that look, he knows you're weak to it! You look away, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Babe, I have been wanting this for a while, you and I have been working on it for months! I've been planning this for two years, at least! If you don't want to do it I could always go-"

"No no no ¡Te tatuaré! Por favor, don't go to someone else, I'll do it. Ok?"

You smirk at the fact you got your way, and you made him get all flustered. "Alright, alright. I'm ready."

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Gracias a los dioses te quiero mucho... Alright, take it all off and I'll place the transfer."

He turns around in his spinny chair to grab his stencil, and once he turns back he's quick to avert his eyes. He knows a person's chest no matter the gender isn't sexual or innapropriate but it's a place he hasn't seen of you before and that just flusters him a bit, though on the outside he is calm and collected.

Liu scoots forward, pulling you toward him by your thighs as he places the transfer carefully in place, being meticulous to make sure it's perfect before he removes it.

The entire wall behind him was mirror so you could watch and see what he was doing and how it looked which automatically made you more excited, smiling brightly, it was beautiful, no, it was perfect.

Suddenly though, a ex worker of Liu's peaked into the room and Liu instantly grew protective, wrapping his coat around you and tugging you to his chest.

"Go away Jordan, you know you aren't allowed back here" they growl, brows furrowing, clearly pissed off.  Slowly he stood to his full height, towering over the other man.

"I suggest you leave on your own or I'm going to deal with you myself.." the man named Jordan quickly dashes out of the shop in a panic as Liu walked over to his stations door and shut it before turning back.

"joder eres caliente mi amor, you need to wear my clothes more often. You are absolutely ravishing."

His gaze narrows walking forward and he leans down close, trapping you a bit with his arms. "I could just devour you right now~" they back off and sit down.

"Now, lay back and let me work my magic."

Sully- Now Sully had known about Liu's little tattoo session with you, he was there after all, however he wanted to see it all for himself, have a first class seat to your adorable figure draped up in their clothes.

He had continuously offered his coat to you on numerous occasions, trying to get you to wear it but each time you simply denied the gesture.

He honestly thought he'd never get to see you in it, that was until a horrid night had come.

He was your protecter, your lover, your shield! How could this happen?!

Sully had been out for a late night walk, you had decided to go out with a couple of friends to a club, you had of course offered them to come along however, Sully didn't really enjoy the club scene anymore, sure as a teen it was fun but now it was rather drab, he prefers to drink and smoke in the solitude of his own home where can control who and what he's around far better.

Though if course without you home he grew bored quick and went for a midnight stroll as he usually did whenever he was alone with his thoughts.

This stroll didn't turn out as typical as he had hoped however. In the distance he could hear muffled voices, and the sound of something being dragged.

'probably some guy taking out trash or something like that..' he was thinking logically for once, ignoring the sounds as he stood beneath a tree, staring up at the starry night sky for a while, starting to get annoyed as the ruccus only got louder, he turns, wanting to yell for whoever it was to shut up, that is until a sight he wish he'd never see unfolds before him.

At first it was just three shadows darting out from the trees but then one of them was under the street lamp, the other two gaining on them quickly.

'(Y/n)..?' Sully tried to process what he was seeing, there you were, his lover, standing under a street lamp in the middle of the night, miles away from the club you were going to with two other people.

We're you cheating? Did you lie to him? Those thoughts were quickly erased from his mind when you stumble as the two figure had met you under the light, shoving you to the ground and you began to scream and fight, the men trying to silence and restrain you, one taking out a cloth from his pocket and trying to press it to your face.

Sully snapped out of it, completely and utterly enraged, moving out of his spot at lightning speed, tackling the two men, his body towering over them as he proceeded to bash their heads into the concrete, punching, hitting, whatever, so long as they were a bloody wreck.

He would likely have killed them had it not been for you wrapping your arms around his waist, crying into him.

His focus was very quickly directed to you, holding you close as he inspected you for wounds. Your clothes were basically destroyed, makeup cried off and streaked your cheeks.

He held you, hugging you tenderly to himself, burying his face into your neck before hastily wrapping his coat around you, lifting you up into his arms to carry you home.

Simply sending a quick anonymous call to 911 to inform them of the attackers lying in a unconcious pulp in the middle of the park.

Once home he sets you on the couch, grabbing a wet washcloth to clean you up and brushes out your hair sweetly. Smothering you with affection and worry.

He had patched any and all wounds he found upon you and got you some change of clothes. "Here, I'll take care of what you're wearing."

He tries to gently remove the coat but was surprised to have you pull away, gripping onto it tightly shaking your head.

"I I feel safe in this.." that sentence alone both broke and melted his heart. Oh goodness.

"Alright.. you change into the other stuff and you can wear that whenever you want or need, when you're done changing we can watch your favorite show, alright..?" 

(Apologies for any mistranslation, I am rusty with my Russian)

Helen- Oh sweet sweet lover, his little flightless dove. She absolutely adored you already. Certainly she could be rather cold and stoic but they truly do admire you so.

You could wear anything, you could even wear nothing and he wouldn't think any differently. To them even your "imperfections" are perfect.

Now, Helen rather loves capturing you within his art quite a lot, not to mention her rather large and elaborate wardrobe was chalk full of stuff.

She always has an outfit for any occasion, though her favorite style consists of light comfortable lounge clothing like sweatpants and sweatshirts or sweaters.

One day they had been in a bit of an art block, struggling to come up with something that's spark any passion to create.

Now, what better person to turn to for inspiration than one's own lover? So they immediately go and search for you.

Of course you were in the living room, comfortably snuggled up into the couch, looking towards him once they enter the room.

"Yes my love? Are you alright?" She nods and stares you down with his apatite colored eyes that always seemed to look straight through you.

"Could you perhaps help me with my art? I need something that will invoke my passion." You can't help but laugh softly at this.

" Of course, anything to help." Upon agreeing he is quick to have you follow her, bringing you to his room, they open the rather large walk in closet.

"You may help yourself to whatever you think could help in this room, a change of clothes a certain scenery, whatever it is, simply allow me to paint you."

And with that they left the room for you to prepare, and you felt you knew exactly what to do to ignite his artistic drive.

After a bit and you were finished preparing you called for her to come back in.

Helen opened the door, only to faulted and trip over his own feet a bit, his cheeks dusted a pink hue. "Oh... Oh моя роза. You are..." She steps forward, closing the door behind them as she makes her way over to you.

He delicately trails her fingers over you, gaze observing you like he was looking at a piece of art in a gallery.

"Absolutely breathtaking... ты выглядишь как ангел." He slowly moves away, taking their seat at the canvas as she began to paint.

Every now and then he stops to stare at you, clearly allured by you, spewing sweet words upon you whenever capable.

You sat atop their queen sized bed that had delicate silk draping tied to the intricate wooden end poles to be able to see everything, capable of being untied to allow for complete privacy.

You wore only your underwear and a baggy white sweater of his, contrasting beautiful with his crimson sheets.

You were posed in a laying down position on your back, leaning more towards Helen, gaze tilted to stare at the ceiling as you hands were placed delicately atop on another on the side closest to Helen and your legs were neatly bent in a subtle and simple way.

Helen was going to put his all into the piece and it would be hung above her beds headboard.

Jack(EJ)- Jack always was cold, blunt, almost seeming emotionless, so it's no wonder you questioned his love for you.

He thought it was obvious that he loves you but it honestly isn't all that obvious at all. You desperately had been trying to find some way to possibly get him riled up in any way possible.

You want him to show some emotion, that he does care and love you.

You've tried everything. You tried to smother him in affection, lay off on affection, hang out with other people more, dress up more, everything. You were so tired.

All you freaking wanted was a bit of love and affection, was that too much to ask? At this point you had given up, falling into a bit of a depressive episode.

Jack had been going out more often and you simply left when you needed to. You had just finished your experiment of giving him less love and affection, deducing it had failed only to now be the one being needy for affection.

It was late at night and Jack still wasn't back yet so you went and took a quick shower, you didn't really care about clothes at the moment due to Jack being gone so you decided to put on one of his hoodies overtop your nude form, climbing into bed, absolutely exhausted from poor mental health.

It merely a few hours later once you are awoken. Jack had come home after a successful harvest, preserving and putting his meals away into a separate fridge that had a better seel to prevent any scent leakage.

He had been gone most of the day and night, seeing as how you have been to distant he got into the habit of walking around more, looking for something, anything to distract himself.

Jack would be lying if he said he didn't miss your affection, in fact, he desperately craved it. You are his lover, his mate, he lives to protect you, he needs to be strong.

However, when you are away for so long he can't help but feel so lonely and wanting to be closer to you. He makes his way to the bedroom, careful not to make sound as he entered, not wishing to wake you.

You laid there peacefully, body tangled up in the blanket so snug, so sweet.

He made his way to the bed and lifts the blanket after removing his clothes down to his boxers, freezing up once he notices you are surrounded by his scent.

Upon closer inspection he found you were wearing his hoodie.

This set something off in Jack, something he didn't know existed. His arms wrap around you and he curls himself around your body, holding you close, desperately trying to smother you in his scent as he cloaks himself in yours.

Oh how he's missed you and your touch, how he loves to be near you, holding you, protecting you.

You wearing his hoodie was likely the best thing you could have done. To him it's a sign that you love him and are his.

Now he will likely leave his scented hoodies lying around for you to wear much more often.

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which one??

ref^

#red one seems more menacing i think #finding a background that fit w this was impossible omfg #my art #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #creepypasta fanart #digital art #fanart #slenderverse #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby hc #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby fanart #light study #art study

[rubyafton]

Tadaaa✨ I made a Toby Coralie doll! I've gotta say, it was so good working on him. Maby I'll make some goggles and axes too~

#creepypasta #ticcy toby #ticci toby creepypasta #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #coraline #Coralline doll #Doll #laughing jack #jeffery woods #jeff the killer #ben drowned #slenderman #slenderverse #masky headcanons #tim masky #creepypasta masky #Masky #hoodie #tim wright marble hornets #masky marble hornets #marble hornets

[crxshed-skxlls]

Hey, could you do Slenderman headcanons with a fem reader

Yes! I can most certainly do those headcanons. Your sins are my command 🙏

— ❝ 16 Slender man x Fem!Reader headcanons

NSFW tags: exhibitionism / voyeurism, bondage, s&m elements, tentacles, teratophilia, dacryphilia, master kink, breeding elements, mentions of oral sex (female recieving), aftercare headcanons

As always, viewer discretion is advised.

Credits to the divider here.

Slender is a Service Dom. He rather takes joy in watching you melt with pleasure before he ever tries to pleasure himself. It turns him on more watching you beg and plead for more action anyways.

Slender loves watching you roam around. Whether it be normal hiking some forests or visiting a local park, Slender loves to watch you fill with a certain unease every time he's around. It turns him on as he prowls around to earn a reaction from you.

Whether he knows or not, you are also into his prowling gaze whenever hes around. Even if he was peeking at your window while you changed, it didn't matter to you.

Contrary to popular belief, Slender does have a mouth. Though covered in a thin layer of skin, he can easily crack open his mouth to reveal his sharpened teeth and slick tongue. Speaking of his tongue, Slender's tongue is easily the best to use during cunnlilingus (oral sex). It's long enough to hit all the best places.

I am a firm believer that Slender would use petnames like Doll, Madame, and Miss. He also loves your endearing petnames like sir, master, and (annoyingly enough) "Slendy"

Slender's tentacles are actually rather sensitive and slick, being that they're made of a special membrane that coats his special tendrils. (He also has a tentacle cock with the same slick membrane)

Slender likes to restrain you during sex. He likes sliding his soft tendrils around your wrists or another part of your limbs as he pounds into you. He finds it arousing to watch you struggle under him.

Slender has dacryphilia. He adores watching you cry whether it be from pleasure or pain, and it always makes his heart flutter with pleasure.

Slender is a sadist. After he soon found out about any of your masochistic tendencies, he went all out to inflict sweet, sensual pain as much as possible on you.

He loves to lick at the bloody marks he made on you, or the scratches his hands left on your sensitive body. He even would go as far as to make you taste your own metallic tasting blood, making you flinch and moan in his grasp.

Slender always makes sure to fill you up with his semen. He always dreamed to breed you, even putting you in positions where you absolutely had to take all of it. Luckily though, you've been on birth control. (No slendy babies fortunately)

— ❝ Aftercare Headcanons

Slender always makes sure you arrive to your house bandaged and tucked in your bed. Sometimes he's so good at it you wonder if you just had a wet dream or not. You've never really been to his mansion before, but you always pondered what it would look like. (And if Slender had a custom bed for him; he's a tall man)

When given the chance, Slender loves to converse about anything you wish. However it may be, from answering the most confusing questions, or answering your delirious comments. He may go rough on you during sex, but he definitely has a tone shift after.

Slender loves to cuddle. He likes to keep you close to him as he picks you up from the forest ground. His tentacles nuzzling you in a comfortable grasp as you catch your breath.

Slender always offers to help you to bathe. Considering how much of a trouble it is to clean off grime and blood from your body, he took it upon himself to help you on the hardest days.

The way you can describe Slender in his "casual" mood is "a protective gentleman". He has sophisticated manners and always talks to you in a gentle tone. When it begins raining, he often takes off his tuxedo and lends it to you before you can go inside. He always keeps a possessive presence with you however, keeping you in a protective hold wherever you go.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #not safe for minors #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #mdni #smut #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta headcanons #fem!reader #slenderman smut #slenderman x you #slenderman x y/n #slenderman x reader #slenderman #slenderman headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #headcanons #creepypasta hcs #slenderverse #terato x reader

[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || hoody

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. remember when i talked about this hoody fic 509 years ago? yeah here it is. also yeS i am aware masky & hoody belong to marble hornets this is the only time im going to address this💀 we are in 2024 in this fandom WE KNOW. anyways enjoy !! <3

If there was anything you could’ve changed about your life, you had a particular decision in mind.

Being a desperate college student for cash, babysitting and dog walking wasn’t paying the off the debt you were accumulating.

You had scoured Craigslist, confident that there would be an odd job you’d be able to accomplish for quick cash.

Looking back you wish you had known quick cash wouldn’t come easy.

A posting offering $5k a week fell into your lap about a week later. The details seemed easy enough. The ability to clean an older mansion, whilst keeping the identities of the multiple infamous residents that resided there a secret seemed like a piece of cake.

What the posting didn’t list, was that the infamous residents were unhinged killers. Some of which you couldn’t even categorize as human.

It also didn’t list that your position would be residing in the mansion, permanently.

Being a maid in the Slenderman mansion was, in lack of better words: fucking terrifying.

The residents operated at odd hours. No matter what time you cleaned, you always received the displeasure of running into someone.

The longer you stayed, the longer paranoia began to settle in. Ben Drowned, the poster of the Craigslist ad, was a perv. You learned to stray away from electronic devices he could peep his head through. Jeff the killer, one of the most unhinged, had a short temper. He was one of the first ones to opt out of having his room cleaned by you, a decision you silently praised after walking by and seeing how filthy it was.

The next to opt out with a demonic creature named Eyeless Jack, one who specifically requested you stay out of his medical lab. Given all of the blood and goop you had mopped up at this point, a fear of being eaten led you to offering to clean it regardless. EJ knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it, given his ‘hobbies’ were the most gore filled of the mansions residents. It didn’t surprise him when you left the lab green, puking immediately in a bucket he had placed beside the door for you.

The other members whose names you were obligated to memorize, Jane, Clockwork, Jason the something maker, all were rarely home. You learned to steer clear of Jason’s workshop, the dolls he made often speaking to you as if they had souls. The only three other residents who lived in the mansion full time (minus its owner), were what you learned to be proxies. These proxies, two of them at least, seemed to be human just like you.

Ticci Toby’s mortality was still up in the air for you. He once had tripped and fallen after you had mopped the floors, landing on the marble face first. He got up like nothing happened, giggling to himself about ‘how wet you made the floor’. After observing him throw axes in the training room, you decided to steer clear of him.

Masky seemed to be the trio’s leader, his face consistently hidden behind a doll resembling mask. He avoided you like the plague, skipping the formalities and acting as if you didn’t exist. You never asked questions, not knowing how long anyone had truly been here. But Masky in particular seemed a bit older than everyone, when you accidentally stumbled upon him coming home late one night from a mission. His nose was trailing blood, his mask broken in half. You ensured to avoid eye contact, but extended a wet washcloth to him so he could attend to his nose.

After that your dynamic remained the same for the most part. Except when both of you occupied a room together, neither of you made an effort to beeline to the door.

Hoody was the last proxy, the one that made you more at ease than the others. Hoody had spoken a grand total of maybe ten words to you, introducing himself and Masky before dashing out of the back door. The only time you really saw him was when you cleaned his room, the man doing a poor job of pretending to read magazines while you cleaned. Other than that, you only caught glimpses of the proxies when they came home in the late hours of the night from missions.

Most of the time they were soaked in blood. In a couple of odd occasions you had to assist them in carrying one another up to Eyeless Jack’s medical lab. You couldn’t figure out why the proxies were here, two humans not seeming to fit in with the rest of misfits that resided here. You had no idea soon enough you’d be up close and personal.

Late night was when you preferred to clean, most of the killers away from the mansion and out hunting. The existence of the residents here only existed because of their dedication to keep their identities a secret. Night time was the perfect cover, for them and for you. You were leaning over the kitchen sink, scrubbing at a particular stubborn pot when you heard the back door open. You tried very hard not to stare, not wanting to gain unwanted attention.

You glanced up briefly, catching a glance of Toby’s and Masky’s familiar figures as they trudged upstairs. “He cost us that fucking mission, Slender’s gonna be so pissed off,” Masky growled, rounding the corner of the kitchen. Toby trailed behind him, an axe dripping blood slung over his shoulder. “Y-yeah, what w-w-was he thinking?!” Toby exclaimed, his stuttering something you had grown accustomed to. You noted Hoody’s absence, your eyebrows raising as you returned your gaze to the pot.

The sound of doors slamming echoed through out the other wise quiet mansion, the silence fulfilling you with some sort of ease. It didn’t take long for the final proxy to stumble into frame, his hand cupping his face. You weren’t forbidden from interacting with the mansions residents, your urge to help sweeping over you. Hoody was awkwardly stumbling, immediately leaning onto you for support as you helped him stay standing.

“I got it,” He huffed. His usual ski mask was half raised, the bottom half of his face revealed to you for the first time. His chin and upper lip had surprisingly clean cut facial hair, kept to a minimum. You guided him around the counter, helping him sit onto the kitchen counter by the sink. Hastily he shoved his yellow hood off of his head, yanking the ski mask off with it. You were surprised a normal human being stared back at you, a large gash sliced across his cheek.

“Jesus Christ,” You muttered. You grabbed a clean wash cloth, running it under cold water. “Didnt ask for your commentary doll,” Hoody said dryly. You swallowed, wringing out the excess water. You could’ve done what you did with Masky, handing him the washcloth and wishing him a silent farewell. But instead you didn’t. “Sorry,” You mumbled. You craved human contact, any kind of human contact. Brushing off your skirt you stepped in between his legs, leaning forward.

You were careful to avoid eye contact, focusing on dabbing the wound. Hoody silently winched under the feeling, inhaling through his teeth. As gently as you could you dabbed away the blood. “Do you want me to get EJ?” You asked. Hoody’s face was stone cold, from what you could see out of the corner of your eye anyways. “Dont bother, i’m sure he’s sick of patching us up all the time,” He grumbled. The wound didn’t look deep, just very long. Thankfully most of the blood was gone, the rest of his face covered in specs of dry blood (that you presumed to not be his) and dirt.

Turning on the sink you washed out the washcloth, the crimson paint drifting off down the drain with the water. You then returned to Hoody, wiping off his face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to be so compassionate, Hoody’s eyes fluttering shut. He took a deep breath, his shoulders seemingly relaxing. You were gentle of course, not wanting to piss the killer in front of you off. But even Hoody knew your action wasn’t callous.

Once you were done you awkwardly stepped aside, putting the rag in the sink. “You want a cig?” Hoody asked. He dug in his jeans, pulling out a beat up cigarette box. “Is this your way of showing gratitude?” You asked. The man in front of you smiled, extending you the box. “This right here is the only kind of buzz you’re getting around here doll,” He explained, allowing himself to half smile. You had never smoked a cigarette before, nor had you really planned on it. Not like it mattered now.

You put one to your lips like people did in movies, watching Hoody do the same. He pulled out a lighter, flicking it and igniting the end of his cigarette. You leaned forward, watching Hoody attempt to flick the lighter again. The flame refused to ignite, the sight of small sparks making him sigh. “Masky always takes the good lighters,” He muttered. He inhaled his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the right. You found the gesture of attempting to not violate you with smoke a little sweet.

“Well I appreciate the offer. I’ve never smoked a cigarette anyways,” You admit. Hoody shook his head. “That just won’t do then. Put it to your lips and stay still,” He ordered. You did as instructed, watching him lean closer to you. His fingers went under your chin, keeping your head held high. You felt your face beginning to burn, the end of his cigarette lighting yours as you inhaled. You both avoided each others gazes, until the second he began to back away.

For a brief moment you shared eye contact, searching each other’s eyes. For what? You didn’t know. You properly inhaled, coughing immediately. “You guys like this stuff?” You asked in between coughs, continuing to choke. Hoody nonchalantly took another drag of his, watching you struggle. “It’ll grow on you, trust me. I didn’t like it at first either,” He confessed. Once you regained strength in your lungs you properly stood up. Hoody remained seated on the kitchen counter, with you standing beside him.

“How long have you been here?” You asked curiously. You were stepping over a hundred boundaries, ones you could die for if you stepped over the line too far. “A while,” Hoody answered honestly. You took another drag of your cigarette, the taste of tobacco growing on you. “How long are you going to be here?” Hoody countered. You exhaled, glancing back at the proxy. He had exhaled through his nose, boldly making eye contact with you.

“A while.”

You found the courage to turn around, facing him fully. “You aren’t lonely?” You asked. Hoody gave you a smile, tossing the bud of his cigarette into the nearby trashcan. “I am, are you?” He asked curiously. You followed his lead, tossing the bud of the cigarette into the trashcan. If it set the kitchen on fire, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. “Yeah I am,” You admit. Hoody slid off of the counter, his tall height towering over you.

“Do you uh, wanna change that?” He asked. For a killer who had a victims blood splattered across his face moments ago, he seemed so awkward. You wondered how long it had been since he had been with a woman. How long would it be before you could be with a man again? “Please,” You sighed. Hoody kissed you just as rough as you expected, both of you melting into the other. Both of you were undeniably needy, touch depraved and lonely. You were sure this was forbidden for both of you but as his tongue slid into your mouth, you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

“Call me Brian but only when it’s us, okay? Thats not who I am anymore but that’s who I want to be with you, okay?” Hoody asked. You nodded, the normal name bringing your comfort. Brian’s hand snaked down your waist, squeezing and kneading at the flesh of your ass. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound only making him harder. There was no telling how much longer you’d be around, the residents of the mansion unhinged enough to snap at any moment.

You couldn’t fully undress here and going upstairs was out of the question. “This has to be quick, we can’t get caught,” You whispered. Brian nodded, slipping his hand up your skirt. He rubbed against your wet cunt, your panties preventing any further stimulation. Brian had zero control over his life but he did right here, right now. You had no control over yours either, the decision to fuck each other to release steam the only free will decision either of you could make. You palmed him through his jeans, his cock practically busting through the fabric.

He guided you to the counter, grabbing the sides of your panties and yanking them down to your ankles. He shoved them into his pocket for what you thought to be safe temporary keeping. But Brian had other ideas.

“Fuck, please, wanna feel you Brian,” You whispered, trying hard to not groan loudly. Brian quickly undid his belt bringing his lips back to yours. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone, your soft lips driving him mad. It wasn’t long before his cock was at your entrance, awkwardly shuffling with his jeans at his ankles. He fell a bit backwards, causing you to laugh. “Fucking hell, sorry-” He began apologizing. You giggled, hopping off of the counter.

You brought him fully to the ground, pushing his back against the oven. “This might work better,” You replied, lowering yourself down onto his cock. Brian’s cock felt like heaven, your mouth falling open. Both of you let out a sigh of relief. You had no way to masturbate, no way to possibly release the stressful tension building inside of you. As you pressed your forehead against Brian’s, you realized that this was what you got. This was your outlet.

Brian’s gloved hands met your waist, helping you roll your hips. You let out a loud groan, one of his hands flying to your mouth. “Shh, you can’t make any noise,” Brian warned, your inability to stay composed only making him more hot and bothered. He took control, guiding your hips to ride him at a pace that worked for both of you. You were as wet as a virgin, your body yearning for more as Brian abused your g spot. Your sinful moans were muffled by his gloved hand, his other attempting to guide you.

He brought himself close to your ear. “If you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to ride me by yourself mkay? Do that and i’ll play with that pretty clit of yours doll,” He huffed, trying to control his own noises. You nodded yes profusely, trying to concentrate on grinding your hips against his. With his spare hand he found your clit, drawing sloppy circles around it. For a brief moment he was worried about his ‘skills’ not having slept with a woman in years. Whether he was good or bad at it, you didn’t appear to give a shit. You were still a panting mess, your hair sticking to your forehead from sweat.

Your walls clenched tighter around Brian as you felt yourself closer to euphoria, your eyes fluttering shut. With your forehead pressed to his you pawed at his hoodie, grabbing handfuls as your orgasm washed over you. Your sinful noises were muted by Brian’s hand, the muffled sounds music to his ears that he had made you feel that good. Your walls fluttering around him triggered his own orgasm, his cum flooding inside of you. He dropped his hand from your mouth, both of you taking a moment to breathe.

In a moment of true loneliness you leaned against Brian’s shoulder, ignoring the faint smell of dried blood and sweat. Unsurely Brian stroked your hair, trying to remember if that was comforting or not. He licked his dry lips, a bold question on the tip of his tongue.

“You wanna share a cigarette again tomorrow?”

#creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta lemon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #creepypasta #masky and hoody #hoody #proxies #slenderman’s proxies #masky smut #ticci toby smut #ticci toby #slenderverse #slenderman #masky marble hornets #marble hornets #hoody marble hornets

[lexi0widow]

Nah because everyone says Masky gets no pussy- BUT THAT MAN GETS IT, IYWIM?

So, could i get Masky trying to rizz up his crush, and she’s just like:🫣🤭 LIKE A BLUSHING MESS. Brain shut down, she can’t talk because all she’s thinking is “oh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to me-”

her face is so red and so heated up that shit could power solar panels. She’s practically glowing-

LMFAO REAL

MASKY x READER

Its no secret that people say that Masky doesn’t pull

However when you heard this for the first time you were shocked

Fucking flabbergasted even

You’ve always had a thing for your masked companion

Even though you vowed to never tell him in the hopes of not ruining your friendship

So when you came down for breakfast morning it wasn’t suprising to see Masky sat at the kitchen island

You two greet each other as usual befor eyoy take a seat beside him

‘What are you doing today? Everyones on missions and if you’re not busy i was hoping we could chill in my room.’

‘I’m not doing anything buy now that you mention it- I’d much rather be doing you.’

You instantly go red

Where did thag come from?!?!?

Was it a joke?

How do you respond?

And then he laughs at you!

WTF???

‘Calm down darling i’m only playing.’

The nickname makes you weak at the knees

‘Though judging by the look on your face you wouldn’t mind if i wasn’t joking huh?’

You feel like you’re gonna pass out

‘I- Masky? What are you doing?-‘

He just cuts you off with a kiss

‘I’m gonna be doing whatever you want me too for the next few hours’

Hes holding your face looking at you with a sinister smirk

‘Masky- I- whats up with yoy today?’

‘M’ pretty sure i should be asking you that.’

Your mind is RACING

Hes so pretty

He smells so good

I want him

MEOW

‘I love you pretty girl~’

‘I-‘

She softens and smiles

‘I love you too Masky’

I hope that way okay!! Thank you so much for the request anon!🫶🏻

#masky x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta masky #masky headcanons #masky x y/n #masky smut #masky x you #masky #tim wright #marble hornets #slenderverse #creepypasta mansion #creepypasta x reader #hoodie #jeff the killer #eyeless jack x reader #ticci toby #proxies

[brights-place]

Slenderman is Goddess! Spouse

Pairings: Slenderman X la Muerte! Reader

Warnings: Murder, Gore, Supernatural, Fluff, Angst, Cussing

A/N: Okay so I had this idea slenderman dating an godess of life for example like La muerte who I think is SO FUCKING HOT! she is amazing and Slenderman dating someone like her would be so fun to write!

- When the creepypasta members saw you they first thought you were an intruder you were human - before they attacked you slenderman appeared right infront of you bending himself down to face you properly "(Name)" "Slender" You said smiling softly to him as you both disappeared once he gave you his hand - When you both are alone he picks you up like you are a teddy bear and makes you lay your head on his chest as you chuckle - You and Slender kept your relationship an secret until Jeff entered the office to hand over his report but walked in on you kissing Slender is cheek - As his spouse he makes sure to take care of you - he keeps his scary and tough demeanor but around you? he just tries his bets for you not to show PDA in public he had to keep his scary demeanor! - Due to Slender Man's history being completely unknown it is hard to determine just what he is thinking, although he is commonly seen as a cruel, sadistic, manipulative, predatory, misanthropic demon. It is entirely unknown if Slender Man actually cares for his proxies' safety, or if he's just using them in order to get what he wants, showing his controlling and tyrannical personality - Yet... he married you !! an Human? a basic human who... who didn't even he was just so CONFUSED! well he thought you were Human... - You were gonna be his victim, you were going to die in his hands yet he didn't even do that he just stared at you - He was confused on how everything around you bloomed and became more colorful showing life - You two were the opposites of eachother Slender Man is a mystery. He looks like a human being, but doesn’t act like one. It is uncertain if he is a social creature, understands human languages or behaviors, or even why humans appear to be his primary targets while you were a 'human' who was positive and shown to be a largely kind and loving woman, showing a deeply caring and welcoming attitude to almost everyone you have meet. You were free-spirited and festive. It is believed that the kindness and love of mortal-kind stem from your own - He loves to slow dance with you but he always has to bend down when you were in your Human form of course - He found it peculiar when flower petals always walked behind you - When slender cut Rogue by accident cause she was in the way when he was throwing Wilson the basher against the wall for failing his mission - Slender never told any of his useless proxies or the lower Creepypasta's knew about you but when you appeared from thin air staring at Slenderman who dropped Wilson and the other proxies who failed the missions down quickly turning his ehad towards you the dark appearance and shadowy places that where showing disappeared as he felt his blood drain - You satred at him eye twitching as your fists balled as your human form turned to you true godess form as you shouted loudly "SLENDER!" Slender spoke quickly "My love-" - He watched as you scolded him but he couldn't help but admire your appearance

- Despite both of you being as old and ancient as time itself,you kept youe vision of youth and radiant beauty as you were made entirely of white sugar candy with knee-length H/c licorice hair that is tied in a low ponytail with bangs split on either side and multi-colored glowing eyes with aqua eyeshadow that are in shades of gold and red. While your red dress decorated with cempasuchil (Mexican marigold flowers) all over and marigold flowers with lit white wax candles at the hem of your dress. You also wear an extremely large, wide-brimmed sombrero bedecked with more lit candles and marigolds, small skulls, pink-plumed, curly, swirly feathers and palm leaves. Also wearing a circular gold locket on a choker that he had given you - The proxies were smirking happily being protected by the goddess of life - He makes sure on November second that he comes with you cause you say its the most special day to you which was the day of the dead - You both Slow dance together listening to Classical music -  Though you two have a complicated relationship with due to your different beliefs and the completely different, opposite antagonistic lands and realms you both ruled. - As your husband he does his best to make time for you - When he is out "working" in his words he is just getting victims while you on the other hand would scold him but knew it was his only way of well eating - You knew that Slender wins over the confidence of children but adults are repulsed by fear. - He chooses children because he can take longer to nurture their fear, stalking them for years before attacking them as adults. - He brainwashes children, using them to further his own (unspecified) ends as Proxies. Children are simply easier for him to hunt and eat - You spend time with the younger Creepypasta's and make sure that they are patched up - The other creepypasta's were weary of you and still are - But DAMN! you knew how to cook some good food - If the creepypastas are close to the brink of death they literally scream in their heads for slender to get them or have backup which slender does... sometimes - But if they shout your name at all within any space giving life well Poof your their in an second taking them and scolding them for almost getting caught - Slender makes sure to try maintain his anger issues but he does lash out of the Proxies if they do anything wrong - When you two argue about the creepypastas you speak up "Anyone can die. These kids, they will have the courage to live and fight" you said as slender argued back to you "They are adults My love" "Yes but what has happened to them they were only mere children! well some of them!" You said back as slender groaned in annoyance pinching the bridge of where his nose would be... if he even had one

- Yes you two have different perspectives on humankind for example you believe that humankind is completely good, true and pure while Slender thinks and believes that humankind is selfish, greedy, sinful and concerned only in its own interest on the other hand. - Despite your differences and occasional conflicts you two complement each other perfectly.

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[divijohm]

Jeff the killer, ben drowned and the reader right? Their like really close but do you think they would kill together or create mayhem around the mansion? And who do you think would be the main target for their chaos?

Jeff, BEN and reader being chaotic together

A/n: absolutely I do think they would bring hell together >:) also side note I've been getting so many requests!! I'm really really happy I LOVE writing your guys requests. I'm sorry it's short I'm very overwhelmed with school rn

💥 You three clicked by the first time you entered the mansion

💥 you three got super close very quickly. It's impressive considering that all creeps are super selective to who gets close to them

💥 If slender gives the thumbs up, you all go on a torturing/killing spree. Otherwise you get very few times where you go to missions or killing without purpose together. Part because of schedule problems (you're on a mission and they're not or vice versa) and part because slender doesn't really like your guys together.

💥 You LOVE doing pranks and do it often. The main target varies but the most common is X-virus and Masky.

💥 You all have a HOLE arsenal of prank material, that goes from pillow farts to fake props to other things that are possiblity deadly

💥 You guys like to spike other pastas drinks/foods with Viagra or some shit like that, nothing too heavy tho slender made everyone go clean because the addictions where messing up missions, he just allow cigars, weed and alcohol but that's about it.

💥 You all play lots of games together, COD, Mario Kart, Minecraft, animal crossing, etc.

💥 When you're bored you'll create the mansion in the sims and kill the pastas that you don't really like XD

💥 One time you guys decided to make stove marshmallows. If Slenderman wasn't there the mansion would've burned down

💥 You have a group chat together, the name is either super silly or a slur. You chat in there when one or more of you are away in a mission.

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[creepy-friday]

Can we get some cute and sweet father Slenderman and daughter reader headcanons? Like slendy finally steps up and starts acting like a father, I want them to have a sweet father/daughter bond 😫🫶 (can you tell that this screams daddy issues in 40 languages LMAO)

Of course!I'm sorry if I made this too angsty,I couldn't help myself

Slenderman x Daughter!Reader

The static stopped.For one month since you were bought to this hellhole,you had to fight the constant screaming of white sound-all until today,when it suddenly..stopped.

You had seen "it" before,the tall creature in all of their eerie presence,their non existential features being engraved inside your memory since the first day.

You couldn't help but feel a sacred bond between the two of you,a warm blood-like one,the familiar feeling only adding to your doubts.

This day one of the masked men came to your room and mentioned your visit to the last floor of the mansion.

He made the effort to look almost presentable in a not frightening way.It was like how a new father would act with his newborn daughter-like a florist holds the most delicate and fragile flower.

"Are you feeling allright?" you finally heard his voice and a cold shiver ran down your spine.The faceless creature spoke to you inside your own head.

You simply nodded and you could hear his whisper-wind-like voice once more inside your head."Good."

You wanted to scream at him,to lash out and ask the tall creature why you were snatched from your own little world there,but you didn't dare to.Instead you just furrowed your eyebrows at him.

"Something wrong?" he tapped his long fingers on the table of his office,his own gesture seeming to irritate himself.

"No." you simply responded.A few moments of pure silence passed before he let you go back to that damned room.The truth is-after your leave he stayed with his palm on his forehead for a minute.

The creature's non existential heart seemed to shallow him whole.

He tried to make himself known to you more and more,by giving you small gifts on your bedside every morning with a neat folded letter attached to them.

The gifts could be plushies,empty agendas,fruits you enjoyed and simple photos of the beautiful world

One day you could hear the faint static again and simply demanded "stop watching me." and he responded with a simple "allright." and the sounds stopped once more.

You were allowed to see certain parts of the forest,and he often watched from a distance,very rarely engaging into a closer look as to not scare you off.

If you allow him to get closer I can see the tall eldritch teasing you with innocent pranks ranging from putting your belongings far too high from your liking to letting you wander around his office while he's admiring you or simply reading

"He's no good for you" he broke the silence while you stared out of his office window,admiring the three proxies who were heading to a mission.

"How do you know who I'm looking at?Are you fucking in my head again??"

"I guessed."

"Stop looking in my head,please!"

"I'm not invading your privacy.I never had."

he's lying so hard bro

One day,he had to go solve private business outside the mansion,and like always-he left a letter on your bedside.

There was no doubt that the calligraphic letter belonged to the one you could call a part of your family.

"I always have treasured you." it wrote,the deepest black on the purest white paper-it was all he could write-and slowly but surely he will tell you too.For now,he just wants to know that he loves you from a safe distance equivalent to his monstrous looks

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[unikron-kitten-kat]

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~"

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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.

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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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TW: Mentions of alcohol and weed consumption!! Also mentions bl00d, dy8ng, body parts and gruesome art!!

-----------------FIRST DATE---------------

Toby- Toby isn't exactly the fancy type when it comes to romance and relationships. Honestly? He would much rather just not go on dates at all. He does love you very much, truly! It's just he doesn't really care too awful much when it comes to things like that.

He does eventually give in though, he started to notice how mushy you'd get whenever you would see couples on dates; even if you try to hide such feelings that sigh you make tells all. 

Now, Toby isn't going to do anything extremely extravagant, but it will be sweet and has a lot of thought put into it.

One morning when you were out at work or school he had decided to put a plan into action. Toby had spent weeks looking at Pinterest boards and romance movies, even reading novels and fanfiction to really get an idea.

He spent the entire day sneaking around, putting up decorations, cooking and baking; with a bit of help from Tim and Brian of course just to make sure that he stayed on track. Due to his ADHD and autism he struggles to focus properly on things he doesn't necessarily enjoy, plus he gets distracted very easily and can forget when things are in the oven.

When you finally came home from a rough day your handsome lover was waiting for you. He was incredibly anxious to see your reaction to what he had done, and seeing you so miserable only fueled that feeling more. He wants to make you feel happy and loved! 

When you arrive at Toby's place you sluggishly made your way to the front door; as you stepped a few feet away from the door it opened up to show a tired but happy Tobias.

"Hm? Toby baby, is everything ok?" He usually waits inside the door waiting for you to enter, this isn't typical behavior for him and that makes you a little bit worried.

"Yep! C'mere, follow me." He envelopes your hand in his, leading you around the cabin. "Toby honey, what are we doing? I have to make us dinner, ya know, inside?" 

"Not tonight you don't! I have something for you, here, close em." You're tugged in front of him and he plants his hands over your face to cover your eyes. 

"Toby, I need to see to walk!" This only makes him laugh. He presses his body to your back and guides you delicately to where he wants you, then without warning to prepare yourself your sight is freed from the darkness to be greeted by a lovely surprise that makes you gasp in awe.

There before you was a gorgeous display. There was a platform hanging between a couple of trees to hover above the ground with a soft plush bed on top for comfort. There are a array of pillows and blankets decorating the scene and in the middle is trays of what looked to be food but from your angle you couldn't see what kind yet. Flower petals decorated the path leading to it, a few candles lit and delicately placed on the mushrooms that grew from the trees, fairy lights in the shape of stars lighting the surroundings.

"Do you like it..?" You are snapped out of your shock by the voice of your lover, quickly whipping around to face him as you practically tackle him in an embrace. 

"You did this?! Toby it's- it's beautiful! But- I- I thought you weren't interested in this stuff?? Why-" The man simply laughs and peppers sweet kisses along your cheeks. 

"I wanted to make you happy. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me and that I value you.. I want to spoil you a bit, can I?" He was blushing a bit, face turned downward a bit in embarrassment but he peaks up at you with his soft amber eyes.

"Oh my love.. thank you. You are too good to me." You kiss the bridge of his nose and press your forehead to his, and he wraps his arms around your thighs, hoisting you up to hold you as he swayed slightly, it is incredibly soothing. 

You two spent the rest of the night laughing and smiling as you ate dinner and enjoyed gazing up at the stars in each other's company, kisses littering every inch of you.

Tim- Oh goodness. Man is not the best when it comes to romance but he tries, he really does! He can be incredibly soft despite his rugged demeanor.

Tim probably had been speeding down some back road after an argument with you or after a bad day or just something stressful when he made the decision to take you out for a date.

He knows he's not the easiest to handle, and he knows he's not there for you as much as he wishes he was, work is work after all and to keep as stable of a life as possible that's what he has to do. 

Now, he also is not the most elegant with things so to avoid having to go through the formalities of asking you to go on a date, he probably asks you to go on a drive with him. That isn't unusual behavior after all.

It's not uncommon for you to go on late night drives with him, music blaring with the windows down, air rushing past you as you were guided by only the trucks headlights and the starry night sky. 

You of course are more than happy to go on these drives with him, it's his way of destressing and who are you to deny that. You feel happy to be included, to be next to him when he's vulnerable and be the one he trusts like that. Of course if he decides to vent to to you, you will willingly hold him tight and let him let it out.

This time though, it was different. It was almost dinner time when he had walked into the living room and asked the question. "(Y/n), I'm goin for a drive if ya wanna come along." 

"Well of course I'll come, let me get my shoes on." You don't ask any questions, but you are confused. Tim never goes for drives until it's dark usually, and he's wearing one of his best flannels too. Did- didn't he just get out of the shower too? Not to mention you could easily smell his cologne. It's odd to you. Something is clearly up.

You can't help but wonder what is going on, but you put on your shoes without any question, you had gotten home just a few minutes ago so you were still dressed nice.

Once you are ready you meet Tim at the front door. He was leaning in the doorway, cigarette in hand as he blows out a puff of smoke into the freshly turning autumn air, turning to look at you when he heard your footsteps behind him, "Ready, darlin?" He rattles his keys as he twirls them around his fingers.

"Ready as I'll ever be; c'mon handsome, let's go." You walk past him, smirking as he watches you, eyes trailing all over you. Now you knew something was definitely up.

Once in Tim's truck you take off down the winding roads of the forest, eyes watching contently at your surroundings, that is until you take a turn into a different path.

This was not your usual path, this was the one to lead into town. What is Tim doing? "Sweetheart? Where are we going?"

"What d'ya mean? We're drivin." 

"Well, yeah, but- we're on the path to town?" You pout a bit when all you get in response is a hum from the gruff man. Though this pouting changed when he put the truck in park outside of a restaurant.

"Well? Are you going to join me?" He raised a brow at you, standing in the driver side door as you were sitting there confused. You are quick to unbuckle and exit the truck, closing it behind you as you find your place at Tim's side.

The burly man smiles slightly before returning to his usual resting bitch face, wrapping a arm around your shoulder as you both walk in. The people there thankfully are able to seat the both of you rather quickly, though that may be because of your lover staring down the workers with his death stare. 

You look up at Tim when you figure out what you want to order. "See anything that looks good to you pumpkin?" 

"Yeah, you. Wait- ! You meant the menu didn't you..?" You laugh light heartily at the him. 

"No the weather, yes the food you goofball." He rolls his eyes at your sarcasm but gives you a lop sided grin, his deep dark chocolate colored eyes softening as he gazes at you. 

You spend the night joking around a bit as you enjoy your meal and desert of course. 

Afterwards Tim drives you both out to the top of a hill to gaze at the stars in the bed of his truck, tangled up in each other's limbs, snuggled up contently in the arms of your lover.

Brian- Brian Thomas, your lover, a man once known for his cheerful demeanor, always having helped out and went to college for nursing and psychiatry. 

After what happened with the operator the man changed quite a bit, of course he still showed his old self from time to time but he is much more wary and cold now. A true beast of a man who could snap someone in half without a second thought.

He still is the same old southern boy at heart though, and he shows this in certain things, such as dates. 

You may think that the man would do picnics or late night walks; while he isn't against it he does have a far different style.

Your first ever date, Brian has been acting a bit odd the past couple of days ever since he asked you out on a date. He told you it's nothing fancy, and to wear clothes you wouldn't mind getting a little messy which of course made you confused.

Tonight is the night, you stand in your bathroom gazing at yourself in the mirror. A T-shirt under a flannel with some blue jeans to match. You feel kinda cute in this whether or not it's your style is for you to decide though. 

Soon there's a knock at the door and you are quick to answer it. There he is, your handsome knight in shining armor. 

Brian's eyes practically shine when he sees you, what a breathtaking view for him. He steps forward and wraps his strong arms around your waist. "You look breathtakin darlin."

You laugh and lightly hit his shoulder, "You really think so?"

"Mm, absolutely." He buries his face in your neck, breathing deeply. "And you smell good too. Just get outta the shower?"

Nodding, you try and escape his grasp to which he not so happily releases you to go and put on some shoes. "Hope your prepared, I got a feeling you might have a bit of fun."

Oh now you're really curious. "What is it you got planned Mr.Secretive?" 

"You'll see." He coos, giving you a toothy grin, damn him and his gap toothed smile, it gets you every time. You simply roll your eyes and exit your humble abode, walking over to his truck and hopping up into the passenger seat.

Brian follows along and soon you both take off down the road, air rushing by you. Brian glances over at you and gods, you are absolutely breathtaking to him. The way the street lights hit your skin has him breathless.

After a bit you find yourselves in a wide open field next time large home surrounded by a fence that had signs all over the place. 

Brian exits the truck that he parked behind a group of trees and walks over to the fence, signaling for you to follow.

You shoot him a curious glance and follow him, mud slapping up on your shoes when you hop down from the tall vehicle. 

Brian jumps up and climbs over the fence, grabbing your hand  to pull you up with him, careful of any sharp spots. Once he made sure you are stable he jumps down to the muddy ground.

Oh good gods, is this really happening? Here you are, climbing over a fence onto private property with your lover. What are you thinking?! Fuck fuck fuck. You shake your head and hop down not so gracefully.

As soon as your feet hit the ground you are practically knocked over as your usually serious lover tackles you, lifting you up in his arms making you squeal. 

You look at your lover, heart hammering in your chest when you see him laughing. He was genuinely laughing out loud, smiling wide up at you. He was never this open and oh fuck how you wish you could see this side much more often, he's perfect.

He swings you around a little bit before trapping you in his arms, a devious smirk on his face as he strides over to a large puddle of fresh wet mud. 

"Babe? Brian?? Oh no, no no no no, don't you even think about it!" He pretends to drop you but catches you quick just to make you scream.

You think it's just a joke when he turns around away from the mud only to soon find yourself being shipped back around and met with mud all up your backside, staring up at him in shocked betrayal as he practically doubles over in laughter.

"Oh that's funny huh? I'll show you funny!" You jump forward and grab onto one of his legs throwing your body back to drag him to the ground, watching the man teeter and almost face plant into the mud to which he is then met with your delighted laughter of revenge. 

You quickly shut up though when you see the look in his eyes. There's fire in his gaze, smirking at you mischievously. "Baby? Sweetheart? Hey! We can talk this out, c- come in! We can be civil can't w-" 

You can't even finish your sentence when the large man throws himself at you, knocking you to the ground as he straddles your waist. Soon you two are in a playful wrestling match, becoming a absolute mess.

You enjoy playing around and acting like kids again for quite a while before Brian leads you to a place nearby, a little pond to wash off at, thankfully Brian had brought a pack of extra clothes for the two of you. 

You two wash up in separate areas behind bushes washing your muddy clothes of the excess mud just to try and avoid staining and make it easier to clean later. 

When done you call to Brian for clothes to which he hands you them. You hadn't been sure of what he packed for you but you are happy with the results.

Your sneaky lover had packed your favorite comfy sweatpants and gave you one of his hoodies for you to wear to your delight. You are comfy, warm, happy and feel so loved. 

You step from behind the area only to run into the behemoth of a man who smiles down at you. "How's a nice home cooked meal at my place sound, hm?" He rests his forehead against yours.

"That sounds perfect." Sighing happily you lean into him, letting him hold you close and sway soothingly. 

Of course you two are interrupted by loud yelling and a gun shot. Oh shit, the owners found you out! You two make a run for it, laughing all the while and jump the fence as quick as you can, narrowly escaping the home owner. 

You rush to the truck, not even opening the door just diving through the open window as Brian puts the truck into gear, the two of you panting and losing your mind with laughter at what you two just did.

You two drive back to his place and he makes you your favorite meal, snuggled up on his bed and watching movies, enjoying the calm between you two after a long night of play.

Jeff- Jeff is a hopeless romantic in all honesty. Xe will try it's hardest to try and look like a big tough guy but xe can't help but let his soft side show through when it comes to you.

Jeffery may be a hopeless romantic but he's also hiding from the government so it's kinda hard to live a completely normal life. He can of course get jobs and stuff, it's easier when it has to wear a mask. Xe just lays as low as possible for fear of the government coming after xem again like all those years ago. 

Please be nice to him, he really does try to make everything special for you, but he can't take you somewhere fancy as much as it wishes xe could, cause he really does wish it could. This man would give you the world if xe was able.

Tonight though is very special. Xe was feeling a bit confident and decided you deserve something extra special, could be the romance novels talking though in all honesty. 

Jeff had called you earlier that day asking you to wear something special tonight and it is going to pick you up later that night. 

So here you are standing in front of the bathroom mirror making sure you look perfect, curiosity getting to you, and you wonder if you are maybe overdressed, after all Jeff never told you where you two are heading tonight. 

You lean in close to your reflection, lightly wiping away a spec of dirt you somehow got on your cheek. "Te ves hermoso Cariño." 

You jump and whip around to a grinning Jeff leaning in the doorway watching you. "Grrr! You jerk, you scared the fuck outta me!" You scold it but xe seems too distracted by you to really care.

"Sorry mi vida, I just couldn't not tell you how perfect you look. You are breathtaking." Jeff stands straight, hands finding their way to your waist as xe pulls you close, swaying side to side, burying his face in your neck to pepper gentle kisses. 

"Jeff," whining you lightly push on his shoulders. "C'mon now you softy, you're hair needs a brush down."

Xe sighs and backs up. "Ok, gimme the brush." He rolls his eyes waiting but you push him to straddle the toilet seat and grab the brush.

"Um, what are you doing? ¿Cariño?" It tries to turn to look back at you but you simply ignored xem and gently brush through his hair, the white roots are growing in strong. His hair is surprisingly very soft and smooth, though you guess it shouldn't be too much of a surprise considering his mom also had very luxurious hair in the photos you'd seen, mainly from her quinceañera when pregnant with Jeff and his brothers. 

"Mi vida that feels so nice." He relaxes significantly, leaning his head back. You eventually finish and kiss his forehead. 

"Alright handsome man, I think you're all set!" Patting it's back xe gets up. 

"You ready then?" He twirls it's keys around his finger and guides you to the front door and out into the night air.

You two drive to a lovely restaurant to which you are quite confused, passing a curious glance at your dearest lover who simply smirks at you, getting out of the vehicle over to your door, helping you out like a gentleman. 

The both of you walk hand in hand into the restaurant where you both are seated very quickly to your surprise. You sit at a table that is draped with a red cloth, candles decorating the middle elegantly.

"I hope this is alright mi amor, I know we haven't done anything like this before... Quería que esto fuera especial, te lo mereces." He fidgets in his seat, adjusting his shirt nervously.

"Oh my darling sweet boy, everything you do is always special and perfect to me." You take his hand in your own, softening your gaze lovingly at the man as he melts beneath your touch, absolutely smitten with you.

You spend the rest of the night enjoying a nice meal with Jeff before heading home and falling asleep snuggled up together in bed.

Liu- Liu already loves absolutely spoiling the fuck outta you, however, due to his asocial behavior they don't really take you out on dates. 

Don't expect to be taken out on some extravagant date, he's less likely to do that than his brothers. Liu does however have a rather romantic side to themself that you bring out.

On this day you have been busy all day long and Liu had actually found time away from work surprisingly. They spend the day trying to make your place as comfortable as physically possible for when you come home.

They take their  time cooking and baking a delicious meal for you to come home to, a meal that brought him comfort growing up. 

When you finally arrive home you walk into quite the surprise. 

There in your living room is a fort of pillows, blankets, and all things soft with a laptop set up with what looks like your favorite films.

You remove your shoes and walk further into the home, walking towards the kitchen where you can hear what sounds like the pitter patter of feet. 

Peaking into the kitchen you see Liu standing at the counter messing around with something, you don't know what but gods it smells delicious in there, you can't help but hum happily, this felt like a home.

Liu turns towards you wearing a sweater and a light purple apron. "Ah! ¡Mi cariño! Bienvenido a casa." 

They set down his utensils and walk over to you, embracing you gently. "Liu, baby, what is all this? It smells delicious in here!" 

He chuckles and moves you backwards towards the living room. "Go relax and I'll bring dinner." 

You can only oblige with their request and find your way into the first he seemed to have made,that is incredibly comfortable actually, while you wait.

It's not long till they join you, handing you a plate of Birria Quesatacos and tamales which makes your mouth water from the smell. 

"Well don't just stare, go ahead, ¡Comete!" He chuckles as they did into their own play of food happily. "If you don't eat this you don't get desert" he teases.

You don't hesitate to dig in any longer, happily devouring the delicacies that Liu had made. They watch you smiling.

"Easy there, don't go choking on it now!"

"Ish sho gud doe!" You try to communicate with a mouth full of food. 

You two relax as you eat, putting on a film but neither of you pay much attention, talking to one another about each other's day and other random stuff.

Once done with dinner Liu brings out desert, you were going to deny it for late from being so full but you guess you have a little room left in your tummy for it.

Liu had made sopapillas! You eat it slowly, savoring the yummy treat as you are snuggled up in your lovers side, his arm draped around you and his hand traces intricate patterns over your clothes.

You spend the rest of the night in a peaceful quiet with Liu, eventually falling asleep in their arms to which he brings you to bed, climbing in beside you and curling up to your form as he falls asleep into their own blissful slumber.

Sully- Sully is different from his brothers that's for certain however, he still isn't one big on dates.

He's already stated before he's not big on the whole club scene anymore, but, this is the place he's most likely to take you.

They simply send you a text that day asking you out for a drink later. 

By the time night rolls around you are all dressed in comfortable yet fashionable clothing ready for a night out on the town. 

You are currently searching aroung for your phone, looking everywhere but it's nowhere in sight! You put your hand on your hips, huffing in irritation.

A arm slithers around your waist making you whip around quickly with a screech before gripping the wall with one hand and your heart with another.

There standing before you is none other than Sully, eyes glinting mischievously despite the flat expression on his face. 

"Oh you- your-!! Gods dammit Sully, make noise when you walk would ya?! Fuckin- aaaaagh!" 

"Oh my bad, I just thought you were looking for," they bring out a hand from his coat pocket and wiggle your phone just above your face. "This?" 

Gasping you try and snatch your phone back but he pulls it back towards themself. "Well, I mean, since you don't seem to actually want it..." 

"Sully, c'mon give it back!" You try and reach past him as he extends their arms away.

"Mm, no I don't think you actually want it that bad. You didn't even say thank you, (y/n)." He pouts their bottom lip at you. You know he's teasing you but gods dammit why must he look at you like that.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Please, Sully? May I please have my phone back?" 

"I suppose you may." They grin and hand you it delicately, you return his humored gaze with a roll of your eyes but can't help they slight upturn of your lips at his smile.

He takes your hand in his own, "you ready coriño?" 

With a nod of your head you two are off into the cool night air, deciding to walk to your destination. You know exactly where you are as soon as you see those neon lights and the smell of booze, weed, and smoke.

Entering the place you're greeted with bright neon lights on the dance floor accompanied by a pulsing bass as people dance and grind. 

Sully and you take a seat up at the bar, ordering two drinks while you chat for a bit about your day, passing flirtatious comments between each other.

After a bit Sully gets up and grasps your hand, tugging you lightly towards the dance floor, giving you a playful smirk and pulling you in close to the point you were basically flush to him.

They move to the bass with you, it is honestly quite intense being so close to your lover in such a crowded space, neon lights flashing up the dance floor, the music reverberating in your chest and head.

Eventually you two leave the dance floor, getting a couple drinks in before heading out back into the chilly midnight air.

You both laugh a bit, tipsy from the alcohol and maybe a bit of weed. You lean against a tree for a moment to calm down and Sully plants a hand on either side of your head.

"You are so perfect... You know that (y/n)?" He looks at you throw a lidded gaze, his muscles relaxing and his hair messily shade his eyes a bit. 

"Your drunk baby, I'm flattered though." 

They scoff and roll their eyes. "Then I'll just have to repeat myself tomorrow now won't I coriño?"

He leans in close and kisses you slow and tender, resting his forehead against yours for a moment before you two head home and go to bed.

Helen- Helen is incredibly romantic and loves to take you on dates despite her reclusive and asocial personality. 

Prior to asking you on a date she will talk about all sorts of different dates, some big and extravagant whilst others are rather small and sweet.

Helen has quite a lot of money they aren't going to lie and it just makes it easier to spoil you, well so they thought, after all you are your own person and like your independence at times.

He gets commissioned rather frequently, some big peices, some small. Some of her art is displayed in museums and galleries for the public eye, and others are more private, especially their special art.

Helen is known for painting with blood yes, but as far as the public is aware it's all ethically sourced and all he does.

They are wrong. Helen is known for doing underground peices as well, taxidermy of sorts, turning human bodies or parts into furniture, decor, tools, and more.

Helen had gotten a masquerade party by one of his more private commissioners and so she had invited you along with.

You were given full access to her wardrobe to choose items you thought best and had a special outfit tailored especially to fit your tastes and comfort.

Tonight is the night of the party and you sit on the edge of Helen's bed waiting for them.

Finally she walks out in a black suit with crimson red accents. It really makes his pale skin and gorgeous baby blue eyes pop. "Хорошо ли я выгляжу?"

He catches you staring, a smile adorned her features as she asks. "You look beautiful Helen, you're breathtaking."

Chuckling he leads you out to his vehicle and begins heading to the party, all the while briefing you on what to expect as she handed you a mask that matches your attire.

"This client, is a very special client. You may notice some interesting decor choices, don't mention them, it's best not to question such things unless you are wishing to be targeted. It is a rather large place золотце. Try and stick with me, I don't want you to be wisked away."

They continue the entire ride giving you warnings on what to avoid, clearly this client is no ordinary client after all. 

The point is driven further when you two park in front of the large mansion that had carved depictions of naked people in sad displays of dying.

You are certain to stay close to Helen as you both are escorted to a large open room full of people, food and drinks plenty and a unique and chaotic display of fashion from the crowd.

Helen walks down the stairs, hand in yours and the crowds attention is drawn to your lovely significant other and they whisper amongst themselves. 

Upon reaching the bottom of the steps a tall women with dark chocolate colored skin, a red dress, and gorgeous butterfly locks put up into a bun like style greats them with open arms.

"My dear Bloody Painter! What a joy to see you." Her voice is smooth and in charge, hands placed gently on your lovers cheeks. 

"I'm glad to be here madam Violette." Helen speaks, but it seems to have fallen on deaf ears as her attention was directed towards you suddenly.

"My my, painter. Who night be this succulent little flower be?" She circles you, inspecting you up and down.

"You may call them Angel. My Perfect lover." He coos lovingly, giving Violette a warning glance.

"Oh! Well how sweet. Please, Painter, Angel, enjoy the party! Its not every day our darling Painter brings friends, nevermind lovers, such a special occasion."

And with that she leaves and you relax slightly. "That was Madam Violette, my client and owner of this mansion. Come, let's get drinks."

She leads you to the tables that line the wall, filling a glass for herself with a unknown dark red liquid while you get yourself some coffee.

You walk together out of the room and down a hall where Helen leads you to a empty library like room where you two sit in a love seat.

"Are you alright, милый?" Her hands lightly rub at your sides soothingly.

"I'm ok darling, I promise. I'm just a little overwhelmed I suppose?" 

She nods slightly and tugs you to lean on them as he traces invisible patterns on your back. "Relax and enjoy yourself моя роза. When we get home I will spoil you." 

And so you do just that, being formal and nice whilst at the party but as soon as you are home you are kicking off your uncomfortable shoes.

Helen chuckles and moves to help you undress a bit before leaving you to finish, going to draw the both of you a relaxing bath where the two of you snuggle for a bit before heading to bed.

Jack(EJ)- Your dearest darling behemoth of a lover is incredibly sweet and loves you to the moon and back, truly!

There is an issue in the romance department though. He struggles in showing you how much he loves you and you make him happy.

Also, kinda hard to take you out in a date when he has gray skin, big huge canines, dark claws, no eyes, a tail and oh you know the whole being taller than every doorway.

He does want to do things with you, but he just doesn't know what, that is until after a conversation with his friendly neighborhood proxies. 

Jack had been acting strange as of resent, sneaking around, being secretive and anxious around you.

You have no idea what is going on, why on Earth would your literal daemonic lover have to hide from you? He eats organs, he performs surgical procedures frequently, and has fought wild animals and other entities to the death.

What's he so nervous about? You have proven you aren't going to judge him right? 

Tonight you decide to confront Jack about this. Around 03:15am you greet Jack at the doorway much to his surprise. 

"(Y/n)? What are you still doing up?" His ears flatten back slightly and his body tensed, tail flicking from side to side.

"Jack, I need to talk to you."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"No, it can't. We need to talk, Jack. Now." Crossing your arms you step towards the living room and nod your head for him to sit.

He huffs and ducks under the doorway and sits carefully on the couch as he fidgets ever so slightly, only those who know him able to pick up on the change in behavior as he is incredibly stoic.

As you sit beside him you gently place your hand atop his. "I'm worried about you, Jack."

This makes him sit up straight and tense significantly, eyebrows scrunched as he scrutinized your claim. "Aren't I strong enough? Am I not trustworthy enough, (y/n)? Little rabbit, I am a perfectly capable being. What reason have you to worry for me?" 

"You've been acting off! You aren't around as much, you're sneaking around and hiding things from me, Jack! Did I do something?" 

Jack immediately softens his gaze, his hands coming to cup your cheeks. "Oh little flower, no you have done nothing wrong, you're perfect!"

"Then why are you hiding from me...?"

He sighs and leans down, head resting against your shoulder. "I suppose it's ready enough, I will show you tomorrow, I promise you, (y/n). Please, get some rest."

The man lifts you up with ease and carries you to your room, placing you in bed and climbs beside you to curl around your smaller form.

Slowly you fell asleep to the sound of his deep purring and his breathing, letting yourself trust him.

The next day goes how it usually does, however this time Jack arrives at your door holding a wooden basket just as it was getting close to sunset. 

"Jack? What are you-" He doesn't let you finish, grasping your hand and tugs you to follow him, allowing you merely to lock the door before quickly walking to his destination.

You follow blindly, listening to the leaves crunch beneath your feet. Eventually you find the two of you in a open field off the abandoned path from the college.

The field is rather large and filled with a large array of flowers, at the edge of the field is a cave-like formation and that's exactly where Jack leads you.

You expect to enter the cave, but instead he helps you climb up the side to the very top where you are met with a gorgeous view.

There you can gaze out near the top of the trees and watch the sun setting, setting the sky into a cotton candy wonderland of colors and texture.

You stare in awe but are brought to attention by Jack taking your hand and bringing you over to a spot covered in soft blankets and pillows, almost like a nest.

You sit down in the designated area and your lover sits beside you, tail wrapping gently around your waist and he takes out the contents of the basket.

There he has brought a delicious spaghetti dinner, lava cake, and a few other goodies. What surprises you the most is when he takes out a small box.

Jack opens it to reveal two necklaces, one a rabbit and the other a wolf. The rabbit necklace has a flower charm whilst the wolf necklace seems to have a sharp wolf tooth.

He takes the wolf one and moves closer, carefully clasping it around your neck with a bit of difficulty due to his giant hands being too big for the small latch.

"This way you know I'm always with you. For everyone to know that you are mine and I yours." 

This makes you tear up and hug the beast of a man, taking the rabbit necklace and putting it on him, which he seemed to wear proudly.

"Jack, thank you, this is, all of this, it's so perfect." 

Jack's body visibly relaxes significantly. "Oh thank goodness. I'm glad you like it my little rabbit."

"This is what you were so nervous about?" You chuckle softly and he mumbles incoherently, nodding his head and his ears flatten down a bit.

"Jack, I love you so much."

And with that you two enjoy the sunset, watching the stars come out and enjoy your food, snuggled together comfortably.

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[creek-ink]

*smooches Toby*

HE WASN'T READY!!

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[blazemourn]

Daily life in Fanon world of CP

<3

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[angelwowings]

ROGERS SIBLINGS DOODLES

I have soooo many headcaons abt these two omg (will I ever stop drawing teenage toby? Nah)

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[1-800-cr33py]

Evan Myers/HABIT x Crybaby!Reader

Salty tears fell down your reddened cheeks as Evan, or what you could only think was even cackled, pinching and pulling at your face. You knew he was deriving some kind of sick pleasure from seeing you cry, and some part of you enjoyed it.

Pre-HABIT

Evan likes teasing you, even pre-HABIT, he always found some kind of sadistic pleasure in seeing your sweet tears for being your glassy eyes.

He’s always ‘so mean’ to you (in our words, but you love it), always teasing you or picking on some little thing you did but it’s all with loving intentions.

Evan finds that you crying over something as simple as stepping on an ant endearing, cute even. It’s because Evan is an asshole (a decent on) to a lot of people, so the dynamic is something new to him, fun.

Evan loves to kiss and lick your salty tears away, littering the rest of your face with kisses.

I have a general head cannon that Evan likes to manhandle you for the fun of it, so throwing you over is shoulder and carrying you is a common occurrence

He’s possessive, so someone other than hi making you cry pisses him off. Evan’s got a quick temper and he’s quick to read someone to filth for making his rabbit upset.

Evan likes making you look into a mirror while he fucks you, he’ll grab you by your hair and practically force you to watch your teary eyes roll back as his cock hits that spot inside of you.

Evan marks you, whether it be hickies, love bites, anything.

Post-HABIT (TW for HABIT himself)

HABIT is an asshole to you, always pointing something minuscule that only he could notice.

HABIT would cup your cheeks with his bloodstained hands as he forces you to look at his cackling face.

He’s like Evan but worse, HABIT sees you as an object, a plaything, prey. Evan’s affections still linger in his consciousness though, so no harm is even done upon you.

HABIT is touchy, cradling your weeping form as you watched some cheesy romance that you picked out knowing damn well that you’d be reduced to a wailing mess blubbering nonsense as you grabbed at his body for comfort. Neither HABIT nor Evan minded much, they both enjoyed your neediness and constant want for comfort.

HABIT loves to hear your whimpers, it’s like a power trip, knowing he doesn’t have to do anything for you to become a sobbing little puddle in his hands.

He loves holding your face while you cry, the feeling of tears falling into his palm soothing almost.

He loves making you cry wile he fucks you. Overstim King right here.

HABIT has become quite the fan of hearing you whimper and beg for anything.

Please send me EMH or TribeTwelve nsfw reqs i crave them

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[lexi0widow]

Fanon Toby: g-g-guyssss :( put my w-waffles dooowwnn! Also-also did I mention how much I h-hate killing?,

Canon Toby: if-if YOU MOVE A MUSCLE- I WILL rip out your fucking bones.

LIKE-

canon Toby has anger issues fr, and I love him sm.

REALLL

When i say i lime fanon toby its only because hes the version that kid me grew up with but if i had to pick a version of toby im going with canon 1000% canon toby has a speculative place in my heart if hes the only to kill me then im dying happy 😻

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