#slenderman smut

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headcanon:

slenderman is eerily quiet during sex. he is expressionless and does not moan. but he can dirty talk and make static sounds, if you’re into that.

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[crxshed-skxlls]

— ❝ Ethereal Sickness

Slenderman x M!Reader

Word count: 2K+

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

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

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

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

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

HE IS ALWAYS WATCHING

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

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

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

" What might we have here… "

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

" Wh– What do you want fr- from me?  "

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

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

" W- wait !! "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Mm - More! God, more sir– "

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

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

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

" Please – no more!-- haah– cant– "

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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[orionlain]

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭. note: posted on archive

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝

There’s a gash on her knee, and her panting seems to get heavy every large step she takes. Her knee is tumbling out of exhaustion but she can’t stop. Her nose is bleeding and yet she can’t wipe it off with her dirty clothing. Her screams are running hoarse however she can’t stop to catch her breath. Not when it’s around. Not when he watches. Not in this game of prey and predator

“Please- please! Stop!” The creature falls deaf to her pleas. He continued to tower over the girl. Messing with her mind, and making her deathly sick. She could feel her brain ache, her stomach gurgling out of dizziness. Her eardrums are blanking with a noise so piercing and irritating that tears well up in her eyes. She’s at her limit. She can’t take it anymore, her body is running out every option. It’s impossible to exert with her weak flesh and bones, her weak lung and her loud thumping heart. It’s impossible to keep sprinting and sprinting in this crowded, dark forest. It’s impossible to find a way out of this maze of scratchy pines and damp dirt. It’s impossible to keep on going.

She had admit defeat. This slender figure with a faceless head and deathly white skeletal body, has powered over her. The monster didn’t to seem to feel any fatigue. The monsters clothing recognizable as a humans suit, is flawless and clean. She could feel her dignity ruined and reared up, facing the behemoth. She could feel her humanity slip away from this degrading position, parallel to a lion and a deer. She prepared herself to be met with a strangle from the tentacles attached within his back. Or perhaps her head being severed immediately as he takes a bite. She prepare to see the end of her life. Moments and flashbacks run to her mind as she faces the demise coming forth. The silence and tension of her waiting the monster to get it over with, felt suffocating. It felt hours. Days of anticipation. But it was just responded with silence.

Finally, he rose his tentacle up. She squeezed her eyes shut and hold her breath, saving at least some parts of her to be safe. Clenching the ground earth, and pushing back into the stump of a tree. In seconds she will die soon and be faced with- the tentacle was around her thigh.

“What?” She stuttered. It felt slippery. The tendrils just seem to grope her flesh even harder as she says it.The creature looked at her, she can’t pick up any expression or social cue from the blankness of his face. Pure white, and stoic mess. Although, his body seems to get closer and closer, and closer. The tentacle finally left his grip on her leg, rather, traced to her face. It was wet. Smooth and uncanny feel to it. Out of nowhere, his skeletal skinny fingers now held her chin. Forcing her to face up the tall creature as her cheeks were being squished. She respond by wrapping her hands around his strange arms. And her body slowly losing tension. There was heat around her face. Why? She can’t put it together, but somehow she feels slightly attracted to this being. Mysterious, cunning. All-powerful. She was interested. It was as if all her morals were slipped away when facing such a monster, knowing how much control he has over her.

Accidentally, her tongue opened up. She licked the finger of the tall creature. Even if he didn’t had a face, he was stunned. Although, intrigued. He pushed a finger into her mouth. She choked out of surprise. His hands being already long enough to reach the back of her throat, caused her to spill saliva around her lips. She whimpered. It was too much, it was too intoxicating. His scent was driving her insane, driving her to become so deranged. Driving her to rummage with nasty thoughts. God, she felt so unclean. However it just kept on going against her wishes, and he seems to enjoy this pleading. Playing with her teeth and tongue, as she suckles more and more.

“Mmhm!” She is running out breath, now in a different way. Her legs starts squirming, and she could feel more tendrils coming up on her. They slide upon her skin, and her stomach. So close to her behind, so close to her inner thighs. Her shorts now slobbered with inky goo, and her shirt slowly falling as he kept on going. Suddenly, the creature stopped. His fingers now traced out of the mouth with trails of spit. He stands tall once more.

Good girl.

He uttered. She didn’t know it could speak. And she didn’t knew he was this playful. He opened his mouth, showing rows of sharp teeth and large dark tongue. He towered down and punctured her mouth with his tongue. She responded with her lips collaborating within his. She whimpers even more. Clenching his suit in response, and she could feel him lifting her up. She sat on thigh as he crouched down, and as she goes in more into the creatures mouth, she grinds herself on his sleek pants. Her breath is getting haggard, she can’t barely get oxygen as she make out. The tongue took all the space within her mouth, and she felt so full.

Good, good girl. It said telepathically. His praises just kept on plaguing her mind. She enjoys this even more, and fasten her speed on his thigh. His tentacles kept on going closer to her breasts and ass, tightly boding on her to skin. It ripped up her shorts, leaving with her panties. Then tore her shirt, exposing her top to the cold autumn air. The tentacles fondled and groped on to her tits, so warm compared to her skin. And she could feel his hands slowly rubbing her panties, tracing back and forth between the cloth and her clit. Her body twitches in response, allowing her hand to clench even more on his tie. The man picked her up, putting a stop to their tongues colliding. The tentacles wrapped all around her body, and put up her in the air. He then starts playing with her slit, and his tongue slowly tracing with spit on her panties.. She threw her head in pleasure.

“Mhm! Please.”

Be patient. I usually don’t play with my food.

She knew it was a threat, but it got her even wetter. She started moaning louder and louder. She never felt so good. Never felt so great compared to all her past experiences with men. It made her full, it pushed to the edge never then before, all the while her panties are move to the side of her thighs. She started tearing up from how much stimulation there is. Her naked body slithered with tentacles and her pussy being plunged with a wide thick tongue. Her body spasming out of pure hormones, wanting him to get harder and harder within her pussy. Want him to slide up and down, and grip her harder.

I never knew you humans were this deranged.

He can read thoughts. She gasp in surprise as he even went harder. Starting to hold onto the tendrils as her body gets even more heated up, even more wet and sweaty.

You really do enjoy this. Don’t you? Don’t you darling.

“Yes! Yes I do.”

She came undone onto the monsters tongue. Her head wailed back in response as she let out a high pitch whimper. Her legs kept on shaking and she could feel her arms pathetically grab on the monsters body, for some sort of grip. But as much as her tears fell down on her face, the monster kept on going. The monster kept on flicking his tongue back and forth, sliding down her slit.

“Ha- Wait, wait!”

What little girl?.

As she was about to respond, she choked onto her words. It was cut off as he deepened his mouth into her pussy. Enjoying how weak and frail she was compared to his actions.

“Please please!”

What do you want? Spit your words out.

“Too much! Please- ha- stop!”

The monster chuckled. No please would make the monster drop what he was doing. Although, he did stop, instead, his tentacles put her in a position against the tree bark making the girl face him. Her head was too foggy from what was happening, but she could tell what was next from the heat between them. Tilting to the side and her eyes rolling back to rebound from her orgasm, the monster had to forcefully grab her face to look at him. A grip so harsh she could feel her cheeks bruising, and her arms holding onto the tree.

I’m not done with you yet.

She whimpers, slobber coming out of her mouth. As much as the stimulation hurts her body, she was throbbing. She needed more even as much she couldn’t handle it. She wanted the monster to destroy her. To claim her and use her up. After years of pent up hormones and fantasies, she couldn’t resist.

So needy. You waited so long for this? You humans never fail to amaze me.

She forgot again that he could read her mind. He probably saw all the disgusting perverted dreams that she stored in her mind. From the multiple times she tried to pleasure herself to the times she hope for some being to ram her. He even saw the moment he had chased her and read all the thoughts ridden with a sick wish that he could fulfil it. He even chuckled more to this reveal. He had never saw a human asking to be broken. And throughout all his thousands of years, he wanted to play. Play with his food, something so rare coming out of the entity.

With that, his tentacles slowly withered onto her thighs, shoving them to open up more. While two more nailed onto her hands against the bark. He positioned himself near her crotch. The entity could feel the slick dripping down out of her slit, all while his pants rub onto her pussy. She moaned in return, begging for him to do something about her throbbing pain. As he does it more and more, she became louder, with that he quickly shoved his tentacles into her mouth. Muffling her whines and groans.

Noisy girl.

Soon enough, he finally took it out. She gasped even if his tentacles were choking her mouth. With no warning, he thrusted it in. It was too much, and he was wrecking her more by playing with her clit as well. Fondling her breasts with his large hands, and pounding her back and forth which deepened her skins more into the branches bark, scratching her and staining her with dirt. He finally let her throat to rest, and her loud panting and cries can now be heard and echoed into the forests.

“So much! So much! Ha- mhm!”

Pathetic.

”I’m gonna- mhm- I’m gonna!”

What is it. Say it. All I hear is gibberish.

“I’m gonna cum soon!”

Her pussy tightened around his inhumane dick. Her head bobbing up and down like an animal, and her eyes crossing up in the air. All she could muster out was whimpers and cries for more and more. All she could do was feel his thrust that were ramming her into a speed no human can take. And her breasts were covered in handprints that turned her skin into a different colour. All while her puffy clit sending waves of pleasure within her pussy. So much at once. So much to handle and feel. She was about to come all over the monster, a thousand year old entity that could kill her in a second if he wanted to.

You’re close.

”I am! Please let me!”

Go ahead darling.

She spasmed around his dick. Letting out a loud wail that scratched her throat, as her hands fuddled around every part of the monsters suit. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop thrusting her and playing with her clit. He didn’t stop gripping her tits and biting on them.

“What- no no! Too much! Please no more-“

You will be done with this when I’m done.

All she could do was let her saliva drool down on her neck and breasts. All she could is whimper out pleases and moans. All she could do is let him thrust more and more even with how much stimulation ride out her body. It was painful, but so, so good.

And she could feel his dick throb inside of her, with his guttural groans coming out of the monster. He was close as well. As much as she question whether or not if it was humanely possible, it didn’t matter to her. She wanted to be filled. She wanted his fluids to come out of her pussy when he was done. She wanted to be bred in ways that she fantasize for years.

You want me to fill you up huh?

“Please! Hm- Please!”

Pathetic, pathetic little girl. Begging for a monster to breed you? Don’t you have a little shame?

“No! no! I’m a pathetic bitch!”

That’s what I wanted to hear. Adorable precious little bitch.

The monster thrusts hard and harder as she grips even more onto his suit. She could feel her ears ringing with how much movement was on her. She could feel her tongue panting out to the monster, asking him to kiss her. The entity agreed, and he shoved his inky tongue into her throat making her unable to breathe.

Mine. You’re mine you got that?

“Uh huh- mhm!”

My human slave. You serve me. You’re going to serve me now.

“Yes! Yes sir!”

She cried out into the forests. Unwillingly knowing that she just signed a contract to the demon. Holding up a future for her to be someone to a boss of many, a leader of monsters, and a manipulative entity. But she didn’t care, all she wanted was her pussy to leak out the cum he was about to spill into her hole. She didn’t care, she just wanted his tongue to puncture the back of her throat even more. She didn’t care, she just wanted to be fucked so hard to the point where she was left shaking. She just didn’t care.

My good little girl.

And he finally thrusted into her for a last time. Cum filling up to the brim where it leaked out. Her legs twitched as she moan into a needy whine. Forever captive by this entity. Forever a food to play with and teased at.

“Thank- thank you for sir.”

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[tallwaifuonline]

Slenderman x Fem!Reader

Who doesn't want a tall man with tentacles? I would love it and more if it's a killer we talkin' about tbh-

Content: SMUT, BDSM, Tentacles, Degrading, Kinda Forced, Overstimulation, Dead Bodies, Blood, Rough Sex, Creampie, Sub!Reader, Dom!Slenderman, Huge Size Kink & Very Big Height Diference

I walked through the woods alone, I was looking for my friends as we thought it was such a 'good' idea to go to the woods at night just to explore, "Guys! Please! It's not funny anymore.. let's just go home" I sayd desperate to leave as I walked through the woods calling they're names, I kept walking lost in the dark forest, I kept feeling like someone was watching me or let alone following me, the more I walked deeper into the forest the more I felt the anxiety grow inside my body.

"Ok, fuck this and fuck you guys. I'm going home." I sayd angrily as I turned around seeing it was the same as every direction I looked at, 'was I walking in circles?' I thought to myself as I looked around seeing everything looked the same "fuck.." I whisperd softly to myself.

Nervously I started to walk to a random direction, as I walked around lost in the forest I felt like I was being followed making me the more nervous, I then finally found a path in the middle of the forest, feeling less anxious as I walked down the path, while I was walking I saw a page on the floor on the side of the concrete path filled with dead leafs not being able to see the path clearly, I walked over to the page and took it in my hand, confused as I then saw a few more leading inside the forest and off the path, I followed the trail while I took the pages only having 5 of them, they had this weird creepy drawings like it was drawn by some kid sending chills down my spine, I then saw another one of the weird pages walking over to it, I reached my hand as I went to grab it kneeling down on the floor full of dead leafs and rocks.

I then saw a drop of blood fall on the dead leafs around the paper without touching the actual paper yet, I moved my hand away from the page seeing the blood I hesitently looked up seeing my friend who had her chest through a stick of the tree, alarmed and terrified I started to walk back a few steps as I then felt something against my foot, looking behind me I saw my other friend on the ground sitting against the tree with a wide hole on hes stomack, I dropped the pages that were in my hands shocked at the scene in front of me putting my hands over my mouth trying to not vomit as I then started to run away, feeling tears in my eyes 'I knew this wasen't a good idea' I thought as I ran, I wanted to scream but it felt like something was holding my thoat, I just ran and ran not stopping, I got back to the path and I kept running trying not to look back I heard a voice from behind, my head turned looking over my shoulder seeing a tall figure I then got distracted.

I then fell becouse of a huge rock there was hiding in the dead leafs, I scraped my knee on the hard concrete making me whimper in pain seeing the red blood fall down my ripped jeans, I then looked up seeing a long, tall and slender figure, I just sat there surprised looking up at the figure, I then noticed he was in a suit and he had no face while a few tentacles came out of nowhere from behind him, I then got up quickly trying to run away feeling pain instantly from my scraped knee making me fall down again.

I felt as a few tentacles grabbed me, grabbing my ankles and arms pulling me towards him as he held me by the arms and legs spreading me, I tried to scream but out of nowhere a tentacle apeard as it went directly into my mouth shutting me up avoiding me from screaming. I then felt the tentacle going down my throat making me whimper as my eyes shut tightly, as the tentacles moved my hips towards him opening my legs, I whined softly struggling to break free from hes grip.

I looked at the no face figure as more tentacles apeard, instantly ripping my clothes apart from my body making me feel the cold breeze. I then looked at the slender figure as I felt the dark tentacle still in my mouth started to move out and in my mouth making me start moaning, as it muffled my screams, I wanted to escape not wanting to be used by some monster I then felt a tentacle going to my core feeling it starting to rub against my lips, by surprise it made me gasp a little as I shook my legs trying to close them but failing.

I then saw another tentacle go to my behind, I then felt as then one of the tentacles went inside my pussy making me moan softly against the tentacle in my mouth. I felt as the other tentacle went inside my behind as I struggled wanting to break free, feeling my legs shake, I then felt as the both tentacles started to thrust inside of me making me moan as my eyes went to the back of my head in full pleasure, but at the same time pain. As I kept moaning and whining against the tentacle inside my mouth still trying to break free, as a few tears ran down my face.

I then saw as the slender body took hes giant and large cock out, I then felt the tentacle that was once inside of my now wet core leave my pussy, feeling my wet core desperate as I felt my entrance open and close, as I felt needy, the tentacles pull me closer to the tall figure, making me whine.

I then saw as the huge cock that was most possibly as big as my leg, since he was so tall and skinny hes cock was skinny but big at the same time, very large with vains on it I then felt hes tip going inside my wet core, I screamed into the tentacle in my mouth in pain, I cried a little from the pain I was feeling in that same moment.

As the tears went down my face and to my chin he started to thrust hes whole member inside of me, basicly looking to destroy me with no mercy or pity.

I felt as the tentacles that were grabbing me were moving me fast and roughly as it made me fuck into hes huge member I threw my head back in pleasure and pain. I moaned into the tentacle basicly screaming as I felt the huge cock going in and out of me, I then came quickly feeling my pussy throbbing in pain from the size.

I then felt as he kept thrusting inside of me, after a few more thrusts I could hear him groan, as he came inside my core filling me up quickly and almost all of his cum leaving my throbbing hole, and I saw as the white seed was falling to the floor I moaned softly as I felt hes member leave my core finally, but feeling a huge pain.

I panted agains the tentacle in my mouth as I felt the tentacles turning me around, I then felt a tentacle that was inside my behind leave my ass, making me whine from the pain arching my back.

I moaned a little as I realized he was about to come inside my behind I struggled wanting to get free from everything, I felt as two more tentacles went inside my throbbing core, I cried as I struggled my legs shaking from all of the action.

I struggled trying to break free as I then felt hes throbbing member tease my behind, I moaned softly as I then felt the tentacle inside my mouth exit and I was able to breath right again, I panted as I then felt him go inside my ass, I whined and moaned in full pain as I felt him stretch me and basicly ripping me apart, I cried from all the pain and overstimulation from cumming already.

I felt as he thrusted in and out of me, I felt like it was burning as I quietly cried the pain away, feeling embarrassed by all of it it kept fucking without any pity, as he kept thrusting and thrusting I just cried as I felt him cum inside of me again, as I felt hes throbbing huge member leave my behind.

My legs shaking as I cried feeling my legs didn't work anymore as the slender started to pull me 'face' to face with him, I felt scared as I then heard a ringing sound so loud it could break my earsdrums, I whined in pain as I then fainted from the sound.

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I woke up beside my dead friend, I tried to get up but failed as I whined my legs were shaking as I saw white liquid still leaving my core, I whined and cried there in pain as I then started to take my friends clothes and putting them on myself, it was so cold out in the dark of night in the forest.. I felt ashamed of what happend but I asked myself.. why did he let me go? as I then got quickly dressed putting the jeans on, the shirt and jacket it still had holes on them but.. still, I then fell asleep there.

I woke up to be at my house, people saying they found us and my friends were dead so obviously they didn't make it.. though I was still alive with no wounds so people know think I killed them, though that would be impossible becouse of the huge holes in they're chests, but they think I was in some cult, and I didn't dare to utter a single word.. I was to ashamed about it and to ashamed to say that some monster killed them and fucked me and let me go...

But I can still hear hes dark voice in the forest, I always looked outside my window and into the forest thinking I would be able to see him and maybe ask why he let me live.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #fanfic #smut #slenderman #slenderman smut

[scenezfreak]

Hi sweet🥺

I flipping love your creepy pasta fics, they're awesome!🥰

could you possibly write Slenderman x female reader, where he finds her lost in a woods and something smutty happens!

have a good day <3

*passes away* THANK YOUUU 🫶🏻

Lost and Found

Slenderman x reader

Warnings: degrading??? Pretty vanilla, him eating you out!

This is so poorly written LMFAOO

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

‘Some fucking friends they are.’ You thought to yourself. You had went camping with your friends and they ended up ditching you all because of something they saw. The only source of light you had was the moon. You sigh, continuing to walk in a random direction. You saw something from the corner of your eye and turned to walk that way. It was a…drawing? On a tree. ‘…the hell?’ You thought, what psychopath would draw something so creepy and put it on a tree.

Walking through the forest you found more, deciding to pick them up. You walked towards the 5th one but stopped. Your head started hurting suddenly, only hearing static. Your vision blurred and came back. You were up in the air, a long black tendril was wrapped around you. You gasped and thrashed around, trying to get out of its grip. It was no use, you finally focused on the creature. It’s face was blank, just white….he wore a black suit too. “Are you not going to scream?” You heard a low voice from the creature.

Being honest you were too scared to even move. The creature was confused. You calmed down from the initial shock and looked around, was he not going to hurt you? You tried to wriggle from him again, this time you accidentally grind against one of the tendrils, your clothed pussy clenched around nothing as you let out a weak whimper. The creature just stared at you even though he was eyeless.

He pulled you closer to examine you, “Your heartbeat seems to have increased, but you are not scared?” You asked, confused. You laughed nervously, “I just- uhm” you couldn’t even say it. “Your heartbeat got faster whenever you did this.” He used one of his tendrils to rub against your clothes pussy. You let out a weak moan, “f-fuck…more please”…we’re you insane?!?!? What were you thinking, asking your potential murder for more??? The faceless creature tilted his head and repeated the action. He seemed to be getting it now, he’s seen humans do this when they camped in his forest.

His tendril quickly ripped off your underwear, leaving your skirt on. You gasped at his sudden action and your face flushed. He brought your hips closer to his face, his face ripped open into a jagged mouth where it was supposed to be and a long tongue came out to lick at your cunt. You let out a surprised moan and threw your head back. “Do al mortals taste this good?” He asked not giving you a chance to answer before he shoved his tongue inside of you. “AH- Oh fuck-“ you hissed out, his tongue was thick and hit the right spot inside of you, you moved your hips a bit to get his tongue deeper inside.

“Dumb whore” he said, you felt embarrassment, where did this creature even learn to say that? Your thought process was cut off when he started to thrust his tongue in and out. You whimpered as your hole clenched around his tongue. “I’m g-gonna…oh my god” you say as you get closer. You couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of his tendrils around you, his long tongue moving inside of you, his quiet grunts. You came undone on his tongue and he happily drank you up. He retracted his tongue and licked his non-existent lips and the mouth closed and returned to his normal blank face. You were out of breath. What just happened…

He set you down, you got a chance to look at him in full view, he was so tall and lanky. Your head filled with static and your vision blurred then it went away. The creature was nowhere in sight but you were back at the campsite. You decided to pack your things and head home.

#creepypasta #smut #creepypasta smut #slenderman #slenderman smut #IM SO TIRED RN

[sleepingdeath-light]

multiple penetration headcanons ; slenderman (18+)

kinktober day twelve extra

pairing ; slenderman x gender neutral!reader

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

multiple penetration is usually used in tandem with overstimulation and pain play with slenderman - wherein he’ll leave you feeling unbearably full, bleeding and crying as you choke and squirm on his tentacles

two or three of his tentacles will be forced into your entrance - stretching you as far as he can and revelling in the way you feel around him

a particularly thick one will fill your mouth and reach down your throat, choking you from the inside whilst another winds around your throat to keep you still

his other limbs are kept busy with your body: his hands grasp at your hips and keep you in place against him, spare tendrils wrap around your body and toy with you - your nipples, your sides, your arms and legs and your sex

by the end of it you’ll be left completely and utterly fuck-drunk and won’t be able to walk or sit properly for a while after the fact

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #smut #minors dni #multiple penetration #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #slenderman smut #slenderman x reader

[unikron-kitten-kat]

Slenderman x Zackary

Zackary is a trans man, also a longtime Proxy of the Slenderman.. So what happens when stress relieving favours bloom into something more between Zack and the Slenderman?

What happens when other Proxies start eying Zack, and make the Slenderman angry?

What happens when the Slenderman does something about it?

TWs; blood is very much described and talked abt in a portion of this fic:: i dont think there are any others, lmk if you think any more should be added

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It was a bad idea, running into the closed school. Too many windows. And they were big. Too big, big enough for it to see where he ran. But, he ran in there anyway.

He was very out of breath. His throat stung when he inhaled. And his legs felt like numb jelly.

He was gasping so hard he was wheezing, his chest hurt as it expanded, and his lungs burned.

He ran into what looked to be the shop classroom.

He ran into the teacher's office, finding what appeared to be a secondary storage room. There were plenty of shelves that would suffice in hiding him.

So he hobbled in, his legs so numb after running for so long. He leaned against one of the shelves, clutching his aching chest in a tight hug around himself, in an attempt to help himself stabilize his breathing.

It wasn't long before he froze, suddenly breathing quietly. Listening.

N..no.. He couldn't be here already could he?

He heard loud echoing clacks of heeled shoes against the hard laminate floor of the school. The longer pauses between each clack bringing a tense feeling to his body.

They were getting closer, and louder.

Sweat was dripping of the man's forehead.

He tried to steady his breathing, but after running for as long and hard as he did, it didn't do much. His heart was still pounding, and with the added apprehension of the clacking footsteps, it was almost unbearably loud, beating in his ears.

Maybe he didnt see where I went in the school.

Maybe he didnt see which direction I chose to run.

Maybe he didnt see which classroom I chose.

Maybe-

His thoughts were interrupted by the crash of the door being ripped off its hinges and thrown across the 30ft wide room. The door made an impression on the wall.

There was silence.

Then muffled footsteps.

Someone was walking around the room.

The panicking man could hear pauses as the other roamed the space.

But that panic only multiplied when he heard the others footsteps come closer and closer to the teacher's office.

And closer and closer to his hiding spot.

The floor in the storage area was not carpeted, so to the tired man's horror, the clacks began again, only this time they were very, very loud.

And very, very close.

The shelf behind him was suddenly yanked away, startling him, making him spin around and back himself against the wall.

He shrunk.

He had been found.

The tall, pale man stood there. Stiff. He was tense.

The tinier man was grabbed and yanked away from the wall, whimpering pathetically as he tried fighting the iron grip the Eldritch had on his wrists, only to be harshly manhandled and slammed onto a desk, a groan of pain audible as he seemingly gave up.

All the running he did completely drained him, he didn't have the energy to fight.

However, he did have the energy to speak.

"F..ck... Please- B..boss-"

He was cut off.

"The recent advancements of your relationship with Jeff are unacceptable, Zack.."

"Wh-wha-"

Zack's crotch was grabbed, the Pale Man's rough palm rubbing against Zack's cunt through his pants roughly, causing a moan to interrupt himself.

The Man leaned down till his blank, hollow face was against Zack's ear; "This is Mine, Zack. Not Jeff's, not Masky's... Not Toby's.. And not.. Hoodie's..... Mine..."

Zack whined at the feeling of the Pale Man's hand palming him, hand dragging along his hot cunt, pressing the rough texture of his boxers against it.

"There are some... Wayward students here.. Zack.. Would be a shame if they heard you.. No?"

Zack loudly moaned, leaning his head back at the Tall Man's touch.

"Jeez... Barely touching you much and you're already moaning like a pornstar.... What a little slut you are..."

Zack's body trembled. He squeaked a small whimper, and the Slenderman saw the way his throat quivered.

Zack blushed darker, his lips drawing into a pout, and eyes trembling as he heard the sound of the Slenderman's mouth ripping open, soon followed by a seethe through his teeth and a whimper, a reaction to feeling a long, wet, smooth tongue gliding over his skin.

The Slenderman's tongue, and mouth, traveled up to Zack's chin, the Pale Creature drawing his tongue back into his mouth enough to close his jagged lips around an area of Zack's neck to suck on, leaving behind a dark bruise and saliva.

Zack let out a staggered moan, his arms giving out, completely pinned to that desk by the Slenderman's much bigger body.

Zack shuddered, his thighs now shaking and body growing hot feeling the Slenderman grind roughly against him, rubbing its rock hard boner against his clothed sex.

Zack's hands were now weakly holding onto the Slenderman's arms, his hands trembling, showing how weak he was currently.

Zack quickly arched his back feeling the Slenderman rub against his clit, squeaking at the sudden spike in pleasure.

"B..bosss-"

A pale hand covered Zack's mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah. My name... Zack.. Use My name..", the Slenderman growled huskily into Zack's ear, finding joy at Zack's reaction to his heated dominance.

"Js... Jst please be gentle.... Pleeease..."

"Aahh...", the Slendermam chuckled, "That's were you are getting the wroooong idea Zack... This is a punishment for you, not a reward.."

Zack shuddered, inwardly cursing at his predicament.

"Did.. Didn't do nuthinnn..", Zack whimpered.

The Slenderman's pulsing tentacles found their way to hold Zack's limbs, pinning his arms above his head loosely, and holding his thighs apart.

Zack whined, the touch of the Slenderman's rough hands against him felt like fire against his skin, the Slenderman using his bigger hands to easily slide Zack's clothes off of his body, his smooth hands hovering over two of the biggest of many scars covering Zack's body, tracing their jagged shapes delicately.

"Ooohhhh, but you did do something.... You don't think I haven't noticed how you behave with Jeff? Masky? Hoodie? Toby...??"

"DidnNn't mean nUthinn!", Zack's body was being gripped and held in all the right ways. Damn Him...

"Oh hush, you know who you belong to.. At least I'd think you would..."

"I-I dooo!"

"Prove it then, sing My name with your pretty voice of pleasure.."

Zack yelped a moan feeling the tips of the Slenderman's two slick cocks slip easily into his pulsing, begging sex and clenched asshole.

"W-wait! 'M-m not read-", Zack gasped, arching his back, his breathe catching in his throat as the Slenderman slid both all the way in, only stopping till he couldn't push them in any further.

The Slenderman was holding Zack's thighs, keeping his legs spread and wrapped around his waist, perfectly exposing Zack's satisfying sex.

The Tall Being shuddered, his grip on Zack's thighs momentarily tightening, a deep groan vibrating his throat, his hard shafts pulsing. Zack was so tight, and he squeezed even tighter at the intrusions.

Zack was breathing fast and hard, breathlessly pleading for mercy.

The Slenderman was not giving him any.

The Slenderman pulled himself out till only the tips remained, pausing for a moment to watch Zack's holes clench around them, then pushing back in, relishing in the loud, lewd, staggered moan Zack gave.

The Slenderman repeated the slow motion, his prehensile shafts shuddering within Zack's warm tunnels; one gummy and velvety soft, stretching to accomadate his comparatively large size, and the other quivering and tight, but both sucking him back in.

The Slenderman chuckled.

"Aww, you're sucking me back in Zack.. How cute"

"Bu-haAaa, pl-pleaAse, nuhh.."

The Slenderman leaned down, his dicks pressing down into Zack's tunnels, earning a sultry moan. His blank and hollow face pressed into Zack's neck, Zack shivering at the exposure to such a tender peice of himself to the Slenderman's teeth, "Say My name.. Zack."

As Zack spoke it, the Slenderman pulled out and thrust hard back inside Zack's heated and warm sex.

"S..SlendermAaAAAAaaNNnn... Nn-nnnhhhh!!"

The Pale Man's breath shuddered, "That's more like it Zackary.."

The Slenderman rolled his hips against Zack's, his large hands gripping the smaller's thighs tighter.

Zack moaned deeply at the softer intrusion.

"Even after all these moments like this.... You are still so, so tight. So wet... So good...", the Slenderman's deep, baritone voice seemed to echo to Zack.

"Pl.. please-"

Zack gasped, arching his back, grimacing, feeling the Slenderman's cocks slide out then back inside him again.

Zack exhaled shakily, shaking, tears of pleasure fell from his eyes. He struggled in the hold of the Slenderman's tentacles to free a hand, grabbing one of the Slenderman's roaming hands by the wrist, weakily holding it. His hold was shakey, and he whined at the places the Slenderman touched, and squeezed, and rubbed.

The Slenderman traced his long, clawed fingers along Zack's shapely body. He had muscles, visible, but not overly so, and he had curves, curves that outlined the best parts of his body, from his built pecs to his plush ass.

The Slenderman never once had its mind empty of dark thoughts of breaking Zack's soft, soft skin with his sharp, sharp teeth; thoughts of him gliding a hand up Zack's thigh, teasing his entrances with his fingers, biting the soft, tender flesh of Zack's inner thigh, relishing the pop of sweet copper as his teeth broke Zack's flesh.

Maybe now wouldn't be such a bad time to satiate those thoughts.

The Slenderman leaned down again, rolling his hips against Zack's as he did, driving his twitching cocks deeper into Zack, relishing in the punished moan Zack eminated, and pressed his face to Zack's neck again.

The rush of blood the Slenderman could smell coursing through Zack's neck made him groan, rolling his hips rougher into Zack.

"EAhhh-AhHhh.. S.. slendermaAan... pl..pleasssee..."

The Slenderman loved hearing Zack plead. He loved making Zack break down into a babbling mess of tears, sweat, and cum. He's done it before. He loved the sight.

The Slenderman cat-licked Zack's neck, sucking on the spot his tongue lapped over. He sucked a deep bruise there, his cocks twitching at such a mark on Zack.

Zack whimpered at the movement inside him.

Zack was breathing fast, his breathes short and quick, his chest rising and falling in sync with his rushed breathes. Zack's tunnels suddenly squeezed, hard.

Zack threw his head back, his back arching up into the Slenderman's chest, moaning at the blinding pleasure of his small sex and tight ass squeezing such big fillers, the feeling made his vision darken and white spots appear to blind him.

The Slenderman groaned, shivering at Zack's warm insides sudden squeeze.

The Slenderman tenderly kissed Zack's neck, then pressed his jagged lips deeper against Zack's skin, his hands and tentacles twitching in reaction to Zack's whiney whimpers.

The Slenderman nuzzled his mouth harder against Zack's neck, pushing his head to the side, exposing his tender, juicy neck further.

The Slenderman couldn't help itself any longer.

Its mouth ripped open again, sharp, jagged teeth exposed, and sunk them in.

The taste of Zack's skin against his tongue was phenomenal, tasting of a juicy tender meat fat, soft, so soft, his skin was fair, easy to break.

And his blood.

Ohhhh, his blood.

It was sweet. So sweet. But savory.

The Slenderman groaned as he withdrew his teeth from Zack's neck, the deep growly sound filling the room, making Zack shudder and whine, more tears covered his precious face from the searing pain of the bite.

The Slenderman lached its mouth onto the seeping wound, sucking the smeared blood from Zack's skin, sucking more out of the broken holes in his skin.

Zack's blood was flavorful, sweet, hints of copper. It tasted like heaven.

The Slenderman growled, needing more, and he bit more wounds into Zack's neck, sucking out more and more of his delicious red ichor.

Zack was squirming, whimpering and crying, pleading underneath the Pale Man, his arms and hands now weakly folded in between their bodies, feebily pushing at the Tall Man's shoulders.

His back went limp, a long, drawly moan escaping Zack's open mouth, arms growing suddenly numb as the Slenderman rolled its hips against him again, and this time, it didn't stop.

"W...wait.. b-bo... slendermaAAnn.. Pl.. PleEease.. Please..."

Zack's plead being interrupted by pitched gasps and sultry moans only spurred the Tall Man to not stop.

The Slenderman's hands traveled back down, one grabbing Zack's thigh, keeping that leg wrapped around its waist, and the other traveled further down, down.

The Slenderman gently rubbed Zack's clit, Zack flinching his back into an arch, again pressing himself harder against the Slenderman, a loud moan filling the room.

Through his sex-numbed state, Zack felt the Slenderman glance to the door.... Shit..

The Pale Being chuckled.

"Seems you drew attention to our room, Zackary..."

The Slenderman grabbed Zack's chin, making his cheeks bunch, and forced his head to turn towards the door, a group of four horrified junior-high students, mainly trained on the Slenderman, gawking at the door.

It wasn't long before they all turned tail and fled.

The Being chuckled again.

"Imagine if they were your little sex friends.. Hmm?"

"Th... tThe-eIR n..noOOoot.. M-mmy se-ex... Budd-dies... p-pleEease... slEndeerrrmaaaaann.. please..."

The Slenderman hadn't halted his rythmic movements, rolling his hips against Zack's in perfect, languid stokes, his long girths pulsing with each squeeze and saultry moan.

The Slenderman's snowy face was now smeared with Zack's blood, his tongue and mouth eagerly sucking up any droplets that dare stray.

After placing a few more marks of greed onto Zack, the Tall Being straightened itself, still not halting its movements against Zack, looming over his work so far.

And oh, what a sight Zackary was.

He was crying. Fat, wet tears streamed down his cheeks, his mouth, a neverending stream of moans and whines fled from his lips, his head was angled to show the red and angry bite marks and dark hickeys, he was sweaty, and his pinned arms framed his face perfectly.

His cunt was red and puffy, probably getting sore from the Pale Man's abuse, and his ass was gaping around the Slenderman's longer shaft.

The titanium grip it had on Zack's thigh would certainly leave bruises. Deep ones too.

The Tall Man groaned lowly. The sight of Zack so lewd, it made the breath catch in its throat.

The Pale Being grabbed Zack's other thigh, again gripping it with an almost bone-shattering strength, making Zack yelp, before wrapping it too around its waist.

Zack felt the Slenderman start to thrust harder, still keeping the pace it had.

Zack startled, moany whimpers and pitched gasps flying from his lips. His back arched, only prompting his mushy, gushy, sensitive spot to be rammed into, prompting louder moan. The Slenderman's dicks were subsequently pounding into both good spots inside Zack, causing him to squirm.

More tears fell from his eyes, experiencing too much all at once to use his words, he tried using his lidded eyes to tell the Slenderman it was too much, way too much; the Slenderman was thrusting into Zack at such depths that his tip rubbing against Zack's cervix, demanding to enter a sacred part of him.

The Being chuckled, "Aww.... So adorable... So cute.."

The Tall Man wrapped a tentacle around Zack's thigh, replacing his hand so he could use it to stroke Zack's face, smearing tears and sweat over his cheek.

"You've taken much more from me, Zackary.. Why is this time any different, hmm?"

The Slenderman started speeding up, now adopting a consistently brutal pace, fast and hard, as he continued giving Zack his punishment.

Zack's voiced cracked, his throat growing sore from just how taxing it all was on his body.

"You know this us your punishment, Zackary. Why did you think I would be easy on you?"

The Tall Man grabbed Zack's waist, twisting Zack against him, allowing his ribbed shafts to rub and slam against sensitive, sensitive areas, resulting in Zack practically screaming from how grueling the pleasure was, the pleasure erupting into flames across his body as the Slenderman bred him dumb.

The Slenderman watched how their bodies connected; Zack's cunt throbbing and pulsing whenever its entrance was met with the base of his cock, his ass quivering and repeatedly clamped around his other one. Zack's ass would shake with every impact.

And his face, oh how entrancing his face was.

Zack's eyes were closed, his brows furrowed, and mouth constantly open as moans and whines left him, tears still streamed from his eyes, trailing down his cheeks, framing them, and his neck trembled as the muscles worked his beautiful song of pleasure.

Zack had gone way past the ability to speak, trying to ended up in him nonsensically babbling, even trying to say the Slenderman's name proved futile.

Zack was gasping, his hands had been let go, a hand weakily reaching to grab the wrist of the hand that was splayed on his chest, the subtle mounds of the connections of the fingers to the rest rubbing against his nipples.

Zack's eyes flutered open, his back arching again, slowly, as he felt his first orgasm of the night form.

The Slenderman groaned, his body tingled, as Zack's cunt fluttered around him. The velvety walls squeezing his length felt like heaven, his breath turned shakey as he exhaled.

"Awww, is cute lil Zackary gonna cum? Hmm?"

His other hand was replaced by another strong, thick tentacles to hold Zack's other thigh, and he used his now free hand to play with Zack's clit.

Zack flinched in the Tall Being's grasp, the next few moans staggering and breathy as his clit too was being toyed with now.

Zack tried meakly begging, begging for mercy, but his voice couldn't form the words, them being lost in the sea of moans and whines that instead spilled from his mouth.

The Slenderman groaned, leaning down to try and thrust deeper into Zack, to see a bigger bulge in the poor man's belly, his primal urges to breed Zack full taking their hold.

"Fuuuck... Look at you.."

The hand splayed out on Zack's chest moved to ruffle his hair, dragging the long fingers along his scalp, making shivers shake him.

"So, so fucked out... Nhh... Fuck..."

It felt so good when Zack squeezed him. But it felt even better when Zack fluttered around him, his back arching more and his body spasming as an orgasm racked his body with such warm pleasure.

Zack moaned high and loud through his orgasm, the noise possibly being heard past the commons area.

The desk was groaning now, being pushed and shoved in ways it shouldn't be, the hinges squealing as the table leaned and shook.

Whatever was on it when the Pale Man started his punishing exchange of love with Zack has now called the floor its new temporary home.

Despite Zack squirming and trying to lessen the onslaught, the Pale Being continued his breathtaking rythm and did not falter in his strength, continuously drilling his long and girthy ribbed shafts into Zack's velevety and tight walls, both of his holes red and puffy, sore and abused beyond their limit.

The Slenderman so punishing and animalistic in his movements it made Zack's slick mess leak out of himself.

Zack's moans were dying down into whimpers, his sobs and chokes as breath caught in his throat where more noticeable, those now filling the room more than his moans.

Zack let out a shakey moan, his head swiveled, his body cringing as a second orgasm snapped, his back arching again, this time, the Slenderman trailed a hand along Zack's arched stomach and chest, shuddering at the large bulge he made as he thrust in, the clawed fingers on his hands twitching as they wrapped loosely around Zack's neck.

The Slenderman shuddered, head bowed as he got rougher, his thrusts only just beginning to get sloppy.

He shuddered at the sloshing squelches their bodies made when they connected, his dicks covered in Zack's cum, so much more of it trapped inside as the Slenderman's dicks both swelled bigger, not hugely so, making Zack absolutely loose it.

Despite his hurting, burning, dry throat Zack made such loud moans they seemed to echo into the commons, his voice strained and shakey, his body just given up and gone limp from the Pale Man's brutal punishment.

The Slenderman grunted, a growl making Zack flinch before he started yanking Zack's hips back to meet with his as he neared his own high.

Zack, choked and sobbed through a fourth orgasm, the blinding white stars still there as he felt both of the Slenderman's alien dicks twitch and throb.

"Uugh... Take them..."

The Slenderman released, his hot, thick, silky gray cum filling Zack in long, thick ropes, so much it started spilling before he was done.

Zack strangled a whine as a lump traveled along the Slenderman's swelled dicks still drilling into him to prevent anymore spillage.

The lump being eggs, now being released with the Pale Being's seed.

"Take them all." The Pale Man growled.

The Slenderman savagely rode out his high, only slowing when he felt his load lighten.

The Pale Being heaved, one last large load spilling into Zack before he stopped, his grip tightening ever more for a moment, his hold on Zack shaking.

He sighed, staring down at the abused man below him. The crying, gasping, sweaty, bruised, bitten man below him.

Zack's eyes fluttered open as he felt the Tall Being's hand stroke his cheek, rubbing it with his thumb before flitting through his messy, sweaty hair.

"You were a very good boy, Zackary.."

Zack whimpered.

"Very, very good boy.."

The Slenderman kissed Zack's cheek, Zack moving his head to look into the Pale Being's hollow sockets.

They shared a passionate kiss, their rubbing movements against each other making Zack moan meekly and gasp, pained whimpers shaking his throat, feeling the Slenderman's cocks move inside him, leaving his mouth open.

The Pale Man took the opportunity to shove his thick, wide tongues into Zack's mouth, their kiss deepening.

The Tall Man's large, powerful hands held Zack's shoulders, occasionally rubbing along his arms and sliding down his sides, tracing his hips when they traveled down, one finally resting on Zack's head so the kiss could be deepened further.

When they unconnected, both were out of breath, Zack moreso than the Pale Man.

"Now," the Slenderman pulled himself out, slowly, lining up plugs to keep anything from spilling.

Zack let out a heavy breath feeling the plugs being inserted, feeling his sore holes flutter around the specially made plugs as they shifted to better fit Zack.

"you better do something about Those Four, or I will.."

Zack tiredly whimpered, as they shared another kiss.

"Or I will."

#slenderman x male reader #slenderman x male oc #slenderman x malereader #slenderman x male!reader #slenderman x trans oc #slenderman x zackary #slenderman x oc smut #slenderman x reader smut #smut #creepypasta smut #slenderman smut

[bloody-peach]

Goddammit, me...

Guess who are next for the smut series list?

(Art belongs to their respective owners, I DO NOT own these!)

Along with the big man himself...

EVERYTHING IS FINE

#slenderman #marble hornets #ticci toby #hoodie #masky #ticci toby marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #masky marble hornets #mh #slender man #ticci toby mh #hoodie mh #masky mh #marble hornets smut #slenderman smut #don't expect them to connect in some sort of way #just seperate entities clumped into one IP

[tamales78]

Series: Teacher!Slenderman X OC!Reader

Chapter 4

Smut 18+

Warning: Teacher X Student relationship, College Teacher &Student, Mention & use of drugs, smut 18+, reader is 21, alcohol use,

Summary: Amelia is used to being a straight-A student since middle school. Her English teacher Professor Slender grades her an F after finding out she used AI. How will she be able to keep her good grades? And have the English teacher do her favors?

"Slende-"

"Professor." He angrily cuts Amelia out, as she closes the door behind her.

"You think I'm stupid, eh? I was taking it easy on you and this is what you fucking do?!"

"I-I'm so, so, sorry. I-I was tired, I came from a party, and I...I just thought it would be no problem! It was just three paragraphs."

"You know my rules, Amelia. A hint of AI and I give a zero. This dropped down your grade." He growled at hers.

"P-Please, Slender. Give me a chance to retake it! I'll do it properly this time."

"There is no next time, Amelia! No retakes! You're meant to set a good example, Amelia! I actually was surprised you were the only one to cheat." He glared at her taking the papers from his suitcase.

"Please, Slender!" Amelia begged Slender as she moved closer to him.

However, he simply opened his computer and ignored him.

"You're a dick!" She yells out turning away, however, a slender hand wraps itself around her neck pulling Amelia back to her teacher.

"I'm a dick? I practically gifted you this A, only for you to throw it out of the window."

Amelia gulped as he pulled her closer.

"You could've stayed home and done my fucking assessment, yet you instead decided to go out to a party. Not my fault you're a lazy..." Slender looks away from her stopping himself from saying what was in his mind.

"A lazy, what? Proffesor." Amelia asks earning Slender's attention.

He looks at the student in front of him and slowly leans her closer till her breasts were pressing to his chest. Now she was playing a game, he knew she was simply doing it to get the upper hand.

"Stop playing this fucking game, Amelia." He whispered into her ear.

"What game, professor?"

Slender shakes his head turning away, but stops in his tracks when Amelia slowly leans forward till they are centimeters apart.

"Don't," Slender growled slowly adding more pressure to her.

"Don't what, professor?" She smirks before Slender presses his lips to hers, causing her to drop the coffee to the floor.

Moans fill the kiss as Slender lets go of her neck, and instead pins her to his desk. Both of them, completely ignoring the brown liquid and plastic cup on the floor.

Her hands traveled to his neck pulling him closer, as his hands drifted from her neck to the plaid skirt she had on. The spot between her legs slowly dripped wet, wetting her black panties as his hands traveled between her legs.

"Fuck," Amelia moaned when Slender's fingers finally touched the wet spot.

"Tell me to stop, and I'll listen."

Amelia shakes her head opening her legs enough for Slender to move her wet panties aside, so he could eat her out. As his tongue lapped her wetness, Amelia's hands traveled to her blouse unbuttoning the fabric and displaying her matching lacey black bra.

"Shit, Professor!" Amelia whined feeling Slender suck on her clit.

Slowly the knot grew as Slender kept on playing with Amelia, and the fabric of her panties. As she feels the knot about to burst Slender pulls away drawing an annoyed whine from his student.

"Only good students get to cum." He grinned licking her juices from his lips.

"Please, Professor!"

"Please, what?" He taunts her, slowly undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

"Please, let me cum, Professor." She whines to her professor.

Slender nods coating his cock with her juices, and looks up at the clock over his whiteboard.

"30 minutes till the bell rings. Think you can finish before that?"

"I don't know. How good are you?" She smirks earning a harsh thrust from her English teacher.

"Shit!"

"I'm pretty good compared to other boys you may have fucked." He chuckles thrusting into her roughly to the wooden desk.

With his arm, he shoves all the papers to the desk and pins her to the desk, as his pace quickened and deepened. A groan leaves him as her gummy walls slowly began tightening around his dick as it hammered her core.

As the pleasure grew, Amelia held onto the desk afraid to be moved forward due to the massive force Slender was using. Her teeth plunged to her lip, drawing her professor as blood dripped.

"Faster, Slendie!" She moaned looking up at the clock.

"Shit!" He groaned looking up at the clock and finding they had less than 12 minutes to finish and clean up.

"I'm going to go rougher, okay?" He groaned pulling Amelia to sit up at the desk.

"Can you bounce?" He asked holding onto her thighs.

She nods holding onto his neck, as the pace quickened and the pleasure grew.

"F-Fuck! Slendie!" Amelia moaned out loud making Slender slam his lips so she would be silenced.

"Shut up, woman." He groaned as she finally snapped and came hard wetting his cock.

"Fuck!" Slender cursed holding onto his student and finishing inside of her.

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"Fuck," Amelia mentally whined feeling her naked core dripping with the cum of the man in front of the class, as he explained the story they would be analyzing.

"Any questions?" Slender asked only for everyone to shake their heads as they failed to notice the bulge in his left pocket holding Amelia's panties.

"Meanwhile, please take notes on the slides I posted," Slender announced eyeing Amelia as she eyed him from her seat.

Boy, would she have something fun and interested to talk to jane other than what happened at the party. She completely ignored the notes in front of her, continuing to look at her teacher. Slender began passing around giving everyone a note telling them their grade.

He hands Amelia the paper, lightly grazing her hand as she got handed the paper with a small note.

'A+

I'll keep the panties as extra credit'

And at the bottom of the note his phone number with a address which only assumed was his.

A small smile plastered across her face, as Slender grinned back at her and sat down to grade. However, he was unable to focus on the assessments, as the woman in front of him kept eyeing him.

He thanked whoever was looking at him when the bell rang, and everyone began leaving his class.

"Bye, Professor," Amelia smiled softly passing by her teacher's desk-the same desk where he buried deep inside her 5 minutes before he called a janitor to clean up the spilled latte.

"Bye, Amelia."

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"Wait, so...Nina told Jeff and he told her..?"

"Mhm," Amelia nodded happily as she ate her sandwich.

"Girl, why are you happy? Nina right now hates our guts!"

"It's not the cause of that!" Amelia laughed looking around them before handing Jane the note Slender gave her.

Jane gasped astounded at the many contents of the note, and looked up at a grinning Amelia.

"Girl! Oh, Lord! Amelia, you didn't!"

Amelia nods leaning and giving her friend further details of her time with the English professor.

"Oh god! No, he didn't!" Jane whispers and shouts astounded Slender didn't use a condom or anything.

"Do you have birth control?!" She asks panicked fearing for a pregnancy.

"Of course I do! You really think I would let him do that, and risk getting knocked up?"

#slenderman x reader #slenderman #offenderman #trenderman #splendorman #slenderman smut #creepypasta

[kingincelofallincels]

A disaster waiting to happen

A Slenderman/reader fan fiction, Y/N isn’t used bcus=cringe, she/her, fanon Slenderman used bcus it was easier to write

756 words

The woman walked around the woods aimlessly with her friends, nothing in her stupid little mind. Ignoring the loud, echoing chatter of her friends. The girl fantasized about getting her shit wrecked by Slenderman, that’s why she suggested going into the infamous “slender woods”. Of course all her friends agreed without even batting an eye, how stupid. All of her friends were in now intwining themselves in a horrible fate. After researching about summoning the faceless man, she mentioned the idea to her friends that they should try and summon him there. All of her stupid friends agreed to let the perverted woman bring a small knife from her collection. The horny girl really was a strange being, when she was young, she would slice her skin open with razor blades to feel something, the something hadn’t managed to fill her demanding body of the emotion cravings she yearned for. She wanted to feel something, poor girl hadn’t a clue what was about to happen in hours’ time.

Finally, the four friends found a small clearing in the demon filled woods. Three out of the 4 people were setting up the tent whilst the dirty girl went to get firewood. Walking around finding nought of what was needed, she decided to look for an old, dead tree where the wood was an easy snap. Halting in her walk to look at the perfect dead tree, she stared for a minute wondering if she could release her needs here. Looking around no one was near to see nor hear her reaching her yearend release. After a good minute she had decided not to, saving herself for the one and only tall, suited man she gets ever so horny over. Snapping seven branches off the tree she started to make her way back to the camp.

‘Yeah, so then I had basically’ One of the friends, Evelyn, was cut off. ‘Shhh, she’s back!’ The friend James too drunk over 2 bottles. ‘Haha let’s not talk shit about me behind my back right now’ The pervy girl mentioned.

Dark came along now, most would’ve been asleep by now, but the girl straddled Evelyn her knife gripped within her two hands held at her chest. ‘Evelyn…’ She whispered not wanting to make this difficult. ‘I really, really did wish we could’ve made this work; I really do feel like we would have been perfect together…’ She sighs. Plunging the knife deep into poor old Evelyn’s heart, blood sputtering all over the girl above. ‘I know you would’ve loved being put out your misery in this form.’ The girl said as she stood up. Tossing her knife to the side, to pick up Evelyn. ‘Wow! Good thing you were bulimic Ev! Or else you’d be way too fat to even drag!’ What horrible thing to say about her best friend.

After placing all the bodies in front of the fire, a neat and tidy pile just for the one and only. Slowly the fire turned a murky brown, too a bright crimson, as if all the blood had been sucked in from all the death. The flames had now turned into a giant black mysterious mist. Slowly the mist faded away to reveal a tall and brooding faceless man, known as Slenderman. ‘Hello dear child, what is it you need?’ He spoke with such clarity; it practically made her drool. ‘It-Its actually you… I’ve dreamed of this for so so long!!’ She was at a lost for words as a static-y noise filled her head. ‘Haha yes I have heard your sweet pleas for me to give you your wanted sweet release.’ Slenderman said. ‘Ah… I’m so sorry! I just sometimes can’t hold myself together when it comes to you.’ She admitted with such truth it almost seems like a lie. ‘Well I am here now, why don’t you tell me what it is you wanted dear child’ He walked closer, blocking against the tree. ‘I-I can’t…’ She spoke. ‘Huh, I thought you dreamed of this moment!’ He said in such a teasing matter. ‘It’s fine I saw what you thought earlier when one was alone’ A mouth had appeared this creature, smiling a wide toothy grin. ‘As long as you consent, I’ll be here with you as long as you want’ His tendrils coming from behind him and pining her arms above her head and lifting her legs up to around his hips, slowly creeping up and around her body. ‘Yes, yes I’m here for you to use, I-I consent’

#gore #slender #malefeet #creepshow #creepypasta #ben drowned #eyeless jack #ticci toby #slenderman smut

[horrors-at-night]

After reading the last ask, I'd like to argue that Doby would 100% call the Sadist Daddy in a kinky way-

Just, tug on his sleeve & say "please daddy fuck me"

He deserved a little daddy kink, as a treat.

I feel like I know who this is

But I also agree 100%

#creepypasta lemon #creepypasta smut #creepypasta nsft #nsft creepypasta #creepypasta third base smut #creepypasta third base lemon #slenderman smut

[sootrootdoot]

"wow. this must be what having bitches feels like"

#my art #art dump #sketches #jtk fanart #jtk #creepypasta jtk #jtk x reader #jtk smut #jeff the killer #crp #creepypasta smut #creepypasta #creepypasta art #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta fandom #slender mansion #slenderman proxy #nina the killer #nina the killer fanart #jeff x nina

[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

[sister-lucifer]

Talk About a Mind Fuck

Tim Wright/Masky x Ticci Toby 

A COLLAB WITH @cryptidcircuswrites ! PLEASE CHECK OUT HIS VERSION HERE! 

Genre: Gore smut 

Summary: A mission goes awry and Toby is shot straight through the skull. Tim decides to take the new hole for a spin, and Toby is more than happy to let him have it. 

Content/warnings: OHHH MY GOOOOD DONT FUCKING READ THIS IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH, Toby literally gets his brain fucked, bullet hole wound fucking, explicit gore, I cannot emphasize this enough STRAIGHT UP PENIS IN BRAIN SEX, brain creampie, guns/shooting/etc, age gap but everyone is a consenting adult, fake out death, Toby vomits a little at the end, cum leaking out of face holes it should never be in, mirror sex, rough dom top Tim, Tim bullies Toby for his trauma regarding his physically abusive father, use of homophobic language/slurs, degradation, just general nastiness, very mean spirited. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. THIS IS AS DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT AS IT GETS.

A/N: if you skipped the warnings on this one or didn’t read them all the way, go back and fucking look at all of them, otherwise don’t read. 

Breaking and entering. 

It’s a routine for Tim and Toby at this point. 

Tim can brute force open any door, Toby can pick any lock, and both of them have long since shaken off any qualms about taking a life. They’re skilled at it now, neither of them ever leaving the cabin without their weapon of choice. In a line of work like this one, after all, you can never be too prepared. 

This was supposed to be easy. 

Three people in the house, a couple and their third wheel squatting in an abandoned vacation home. Bare bones interior, probably no weapons. 

Probably.

A lot of good ‘probably’ had done them. 

Toby had gone in while Tim stood watch in the doorway, just in case one of their targets tried to run out. His revolver fit into his palm like a glove, his grip confident and ready. He’s done this a million times before. 

Tim can only hear the altercation going on in the back rooms of the house, but he has a good idea of what’s happening. 

The sound of a hatchet coming down onto a throat. 

One down. 

A woman screams. Something knocks over, a shelf or a table. A splatter. Silence.

Two down.

A man cries out. Something hits the wall. Rogers swears. There’s a struggle. A gunshot rings out. 

…A gunshot. 

A gunshot?! 

Footsteps.

Fast, frantic footsteps coming down the hallway. 

Tim readies himself, aiming towards the dark hall with a hand that is far too steady. He’s holding his breath. The steps are getting closer. 

In a split second’s time the last target emerges from the shadows, Tim’s gaze zeroes in on the whites of his eyes and the trigger of his revolver is pulled by a swift finger one, two, then three times. 

The shots ring in his ears as the body falls limply to the floor, devoid of life in an instant. 

Three down. 

But still one bullet unaccounted for. 

“Rogers?” Tim calls into the hallway, stepping over the body without looking down. 

No answer.

“Rogers!” He says again, with more authority this time. 

Nothing. 

That little fucker runs his mouth like an engine at all hours of the day, but now he’s quiet? 

A stabbing pain of fear twists in Tim’s gut. 

Their ‘boss’ won’t let them die, he knows that. The pseudo immortality they’ve been given keeps their bodies functioning and regenerating even after some of the worst injuries one could imagine; he knows that, he’s felt it, and yet… 

This silence is sickening. 

He can’t stop himself from rushing into the makeshift bedroom, heavy boots on the creaky wood floor announcing his presence before he calls for his partner again. 

“Answer me, dammit, Rogers!” 

He looks around the room, scanning the blood splattered walls. Two bodies are slumped against them, opposite to each other, one with its neck severed and the head hanging on by a thread of viscera, and the other with half of its innards thrown to the floor. Neither are Toby, he knows that in an instant. 

Then his gaze trails to the center of the floor. 

The cold washes over him so suddenly he feels faint. He can feel the color draining from his face as he lays eyes on his partner, face down on the ground, a thick splatter of blood painting a moonlit halo around his head. 

Or what’s left of it, anyways.

A hastily fired bullet has carved a path through the boy’s skull and out the other side. 

Clean through. 

Tim’s body seizes with shock, disgust, grief, and everything in between, tensing so suddenly and so harshly he nearly passes out. A hand clamps over his mouth as it opens in a silent scream, a gasp that can’t escape because he can’t breathe. He rushes to the body before he can stop himself. 

“Rogers?! Rogers, get up!” He demands, but the way his voice cracks and trembles shows his true fear. He shakes his partner’s still body harshly, desperate to jar him into consciousness.

There’s no movement. 

Not a sound. 

Tim’s eyes start to wet behind his mask. He shakes harder, even bringing a fist down on his shoulder blade. 

Nothing. 

“This isn’t fucking funny, Toby!” Tim screams, landing a few more punches on his back, “I’ve seen you take worse than this, get up!” 

Not even a twitch. 

The realization settles in like splinters under Tim’s skin. 

He backs away from the body, the room spinning around him. He grasps at his face under his mask, his lungs starting to expand and restrict so fast it’s painful. There’s a searing panic burning the back of his skull and threatening to engulf his entire body. He stumbles back and falls onto one of the now bloodied mattresses their targets had been sleeping on. 

This isn’t happening. 

This isn’t happening. 

He’s not really gone.

He’s not really gone he’s not really gone he’s not really gone he’s not really gone he’s not really gone— 

A sudden noise makes Tim jump out of his skin, his eyes shooting up to find the source of the sound. 

Was that a…cough? 

He looks down at Toby’s body. 

It hasn’t moved. 

Maybe it was just air escaping, or some other weird thing bodies do after death. If he didn’t get up already, then he must be…

Tim nearly screams when Toby suddenly splutters and hacks, his body jerking as he fights for air. Tim is frozen in place as he watches the partner he thought was dead slowly struggle to get up, managing to get on his hands and knees. He coughs again, spitting onto the ground and groaning at the unpleasant but not unfamiliar sight of blood. 

“Yeugh…god, it’s in m-my nose,” Toby mumbles with a sniffle, wiping his face with his sleeve. He doesn’t notice Tim as he sits up on his knees, inspecting himself in a way that is far too casual.

…He has no idea what just happened. 

Tim can feel his eye twitching as he stands up slowly, his frenzied gaze trained on the younger man as he approaches. Toby looks up at the sound of the footsteps, and Tim has to stop himself from reacting to the sight. His body trembles as he forces himself to stay still. 

Toby’s right eye is completely gone. There’s not even a shred of the eyeball left, only a pulsing, bloody cavity he instantly recognizes as the entry hole of a bullet. 

Toby blinks up at Tim with his remaining eye. 

“S-Shit, I must’ve passed out when—bitch!—when h-he hit me, heh. What, you-you thought I was—grrrk!—d-dead for real?” Toby asks with a head tilt and an amused giggle. Tim’s eyes narrow. 

Slowly Tim turns his head, following the imaginary trail the bullet would have made based on where Toby fell. 

Right there, lodged into the decrepit wall right next to the doorway. 

The first bullet. 

Clean through, and out the back. 

Toby follows his gaze, squinting in the dark to see whatever it is his senior partner is seeing. 

“…O-Oh shit,” He mutters, “Talk about a-a close—don’t listen!—a close call—c-call—call me!—hehe…”

Tim stares back at him with a look in his eyes that says ‘You have no fucking idea.’

“…W-Why are you looking at me— a-at me like that?”

Tim looks around. For some reason, he’s not sure how to answer that. 

That is, until he lays eyes on a conspicuously mirror shaped object draped in a sheet and pushed into the corner.

Yeah, it’s easier to just show him.

Tim shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he walks over to the mirror, trying not to rush. He’s annoyed with Toby for scaring him like that and nearly bringing him to tears, even if it’s not really his fault. Maybe startling him a bit will take the edge off that embarrassment. 

Toby’s eye follows him closely as he walks, then watches as his hand slowly raises to grasp the sheet obscuring the mirror. His brow raises, curiosity piqued. 

The sheet is pulled away in an instant. The cloud of dust that results makes Toby cough, trying to wave it away from his face. He squints through the grimy mist, struggling to make out his own reflection in the mirror.

“L-Look, Tim, I don’t know what it-it is that you n-need me to—suck it! fuck you!—see, but I-I don’t— Oh my fucking God?!”

There it is. 

Toby crawls closer to the mirror, his remaining eye wider than Tim had ever seen it and the hole where the matching one would’ve been stretching gruesomely. 

Tim winces. Toby can’t feel it, even if he could feel pain normally all that nerve damage would make it numb, but Tim can’t stop imagining what it would feel like. 

“…Jesus Christ…” Is all Toby can manage as he looks at what remains of his face. He feels around the wound, getting far too close to touching the exposed insides for Tim’s comfort. Toby stares at himself for a long few moments. Tim can’t tell what he’s thinking. 

Then Toby turns to his partner, and to Tim’s surprise, he’s sporting the widest, most lopsided grin he’s ever seen, his crooked teeth stained with blood on one side where it runs down his cheek from the wound. Tim holds back a shudder. 

“The fuck you cheesin’ for?” Tim growls, walking around behind Toby to see him in the mirror, “You nearly got half your damn face blown off!” 

“Relax, o-old man!” Toby replies without missing a beat, “In a-a few days there won’t e-even be a— b-be a mark…”

Tim rolls his eyes behind his mask. That’s true, yes. An injury this extensive will take a bit to regenerate, but it’ll grow back like nothing happened. Still, Toby doesn’t even seem mildly disturbed. He practically saw himself die, and here he is giggling to himself and moving his face in odd ways just to see the horrid wound contort in the mirror. The quiet squelching noises it makes nearly bring Tim to vomit. 

“…You’re not even a little put off by the fact that…you know. You’re missing half your fuckin’ face?!” 

Toby lets out a sharp laugh at Tim’s outburst, amused by his clear discomfort. 

“Don’t be s-such a—bitch! bastard!— baby, I-I think it’s—asshole!—I think it’s k-kinda cool. Besides…”

He turns to look up at Tim, yellow teeth glowing in the moonlight that leaks in through the busted windows. 

“…I-I got a brand new hole f-for you to try out.” 

Tim gasps in disgust. Before he can think a hand comes up to smack Toby upside the head, though he immediately regrets it when a splatter of blood is thrown to the floor as Toby rocks forward. 

“Don’t say shit like that, you dirty fuckin’ pervert!” 

Toby nearly breaks out into hysterics at that, grabbing his sides as he laughs like a maniac. His tics increase tenfold at the sudden rush of energy, his fingers flexing unnaturally and tearing at his sweatshirt.

“H-How can I not?! You m-make it so f-fucking—fuck! funny!— fun, haha!” Toby replies, his voice cracking as his head jerks involuntarily in all directions.

Tim crosses his arms, huffing in annoyance but not sure what to say. He can feel his cheeks getting warm under his mask. He hates when Toby laughs at him. It pisses him off like nothing else. 

He stares daggers into Toby’s restless reflection as he leans into the mirror to inspect his wound again, mumbling to himself endlessly and doing his best to stay still. 

Toby’s rambling starts to fade out as Tim glares at his mirror image. He can feel something dark bubbling up inside of him, its vines sprawling out and over his body as he marinates in his thoughts. 

He thought he was gone. 

For a second there, he really thought he’d lost Toby for good.

And now here he is, without a care in the world, looking at his own fucking gunshot wound like it’s a new tattoo. 

Someone oughta teach this kid a lesson. 

Tim’s not sure what comes over him, but something, a nagging little thought has settled into his brain and taken root there. It thumps in the back of his skull like a heartbeat under the floorboards. He pulls one of his hands from its glove, looking down at his bare palm. 

“…You think this is all some joke, don’t you?” Tim mutters, forcing the words through gritted teeth. Toby doesn’t even turn to look at him. 

“W-Why are so damn u-uptight, old man? It’s not—grrrk!—it’s not like I d-died. Psuedo-immortality, r-remember?”

“But you could’ve. You know at the end of the day you can’t really trust anything that monster gives you. It would kill you in an instant if it felt threatened or betrayed.” 

“T-The fuck is your— i-is your problem?!”

Suddenly Toby isn’t all smiles anymore. His head jerks to the side violently, pulling a sickening pop from his neck. Tim is used to these mood swings, but that doesn’t stop the heavy tension that settles over the room. 

“Y-You’re always on my back about something, a-aren’t you old man?!” Toby hisses. Tim’s ungloved hand squeezes and flexes at his side. 

“You a-always got something to say about m-me, or what I—fucker! shit!—what I-I think, you can never j-just let me—“ 

Toby is cut off as a high pitched cry is violently forced from his throat, making his body spasm as it dissolves into an animalistic moan like neither of them have ever heard. It feels like every nerve in his body is seizing, splitting apart and contorting under his skin. He almost screams at the feeling, but he can’t manage it. He’s choking on nothing.

There’s a sickening squelch as something is ripped from the back of his skull, and he falls forward onto his hands, dizzy and struggling to breathe. 

“W-What…what the f-fuck…was…”

He can’t even finish the sentence between his inability to process the unnatural sensation that just overtook him and the indescribable feeling still rippling through his body. 

Slowly he cranes his neck to look back up into the mirror. Instantly his eye is locked onto Tim’s, but he isn’t looking back. He’s staring at something else. 

He follows Tim’s gaze down slowly, swallowing thickly with a sudden nervousness. His eye widens as it falls on the thing that has captivated Tim‘s gaze: 

His ungloved hand, the middle and ring fingers now dripping with blood and viscera not his own. 

No. Fucking. Way.

“Did…d-did you just…”

Tim doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t have to. 

For the first time in a long time, Toby is still. His twitching and jerking ceases, his face halts its uncomfortable wrenching; He’s still, and soundless. 

There’s a beat of silence where they both just stare at Tim’s bloodied hand, neither of them moving an inch. It’s like time has stopped in this instant. Toby can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his brain. Something in his chest is twisting and turning with a burning emotion he can’t quite place yet. 

He doesn’t even have time to process the sudden movement before Tim has plunged his fingers into the wound once again. 

This time Toby is forced to watch his reflection in the mirror as Tim violates the gorey cavity, thick digits rooting around inside his head and shooting a new sensation through him with every touch. His entire body stiffens, his mouth falling open involuntarily as he loses control of it. He can feel his senses being reduced to mush as he groans, the endless sound falling from his lips in unintelligible waves. It’s mindless, desperate babbling, but he can’t do anything else. 

Toby watches the depraved scene in the mirror until his eye starts to roll back in his head, further than it should be able to. Tim watches the hazel iris recede until only white is left. Only then does he finally give some reprieve, yanking his hand back and shaking off the chunks that come with it.

Toby’s head bows towards the ground as he catches his breath, his entire body rocking as he heaves desperately for air. He’s too preoccupied to notice the way Tim is leering down at him, his breathing now hot and labored. 

“…How did that feel?” 

Toby sneers at the question, not looking up. 

“H-How did it feel?! You’re d-digging around—shhhh!— in m-my fucking brain, d-dipshit, how do you— d-do you think it f-feels?!”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. I know it doesn’t hurt, so how does it feel?” 

For some reason, Toby doesn’t have an answer to that. He wants to snap back with something witty and biting, to tell him it feels like Hell and back and if he doesn’t stop he’ll scatter his brains next, but…

That wouldn’t be the total truth. 

“…It…I-It feels…” He stammers, unable to find the words. He sits back up on his knees, locking eyes with his partner in the mirror. Tim is silent. He’s anticipating the rest of that sentence. Toby thinks for a moment, a series of tongue clicks in an odd rhythm sounding as he pauses. 

“…It…I-It wasn’t bad, if that’s w-what you’re looking for.” 

Tim’s breath hitches. 

Only Toby could hear a sound so small, yet so telling. 

He has to push this further.

“A-Actually it was kind of…k-kind of good, y-you know? I-I don’t know—rrrngh!—how to explain it, but i-it just…it’s like n-nothing I’ve ever f-felt or imagined, I-I—“

Toby cuts himself off with a gasp as Tim grasps his hair tightly. His other hand moves to his belt. The sound of the metal buckle makes Toby shiver. 

Tim leans down a bit, speaking lowly to his partner. 

“Keep talking.” 

Toby’s stomach flips. 

Tim’s not giving him a choice.

“I-It’s like…fuck, it’s l-like every muscle in my— in my b-body is spasming like c-crazy,” Toby continues, watching with crazed eyes as Tim slides the belt from its loops. He grits his teeth as it clatters to the ground. 

He doesn’t want this to stop. 

He has to keep going. 

“I-It’s like f-fire under my skin, b-but I can’t feel t-the burn…” 

Tim’s hand moves to the fly of his jeans. 

“…I-I lose all control of m-my body, I can’t—fuck off!—I-I can’t even think, i-it just all turns i-into gibberish…”

Tim tugs down his zipper, and Toby can see his twitching bulge straining against his boxers. 

“…It’s l-like I can feel myself l-losing my mind, and I c-can’t do anything— d-do anything about it, I c-can’t even p-put—put it back! put it back!—put together a sentence…”

Tim hooks a thumb under the waistband of his boxers. He starts to push them down. 

“…F-Fuck, Tim, I-I wanna feel it again.” 

Toby clamps a hand over his mouth to stifle the moan that threatens to break free as he watches Tim’s erection spring free from the confines of his clothes. He’s thick and uncut, throbbing with rabid need. Toby shudders as his partner lets out a relieved groan, breathing hard under his mask. 

“S-Shit, Tim…y-your—your cock! your cock!—n-no! I mean you’re—your cock! your cock! fat cock!—dammit! I-I didn’t mean to s-say that—!”

“I’m taking you up on your offer, Rogers…” Tim growls, cutting off Toby’s attempt to explain himself. He grabs Toby’s head with both hands, fingers digging into the front of his wound on one side and the gash in his cheek on the other. This time Toby doesn’t bother to stop the moan that crawls up his throat as he feels Tim’s cock rut against the back of his head.

“…I wanna give this new hole of yours a proper fucking. What do you say?”

Toby can’t see Tim’s mouth, but he can tell he’s smiling from the way his eyes crinkle at the corners behind his mask. Toby groans at the thought. He can’t stop the crooked grin that spreads across his pale face like butter on a hot pan.

“P…P-Please, Tim,” He whispers, and he knows he’s hit a nerve when he feels Tim‘s grip tighten for a moment.

“…Please what, Rogers?” 

He figured he wouldn’t get it that easy. 

“Please, Tim,” Toby continues, sucking in  a breath and swallowing his pride, “I-I want you t-to fuck me, please—“ 

Tim ruts against the back of his head again, barely brushing his wound. He wants more.

“P-Please, fuck, I-I’m—need! give it!—I’m begging you! I need it, I-I need you to fuck m-my brains out, please!” 

Tim shifts his hips. He’s lining up at the opening. 

It’s working. 

“Please, please, p-please, Tim, I-I want you to f-fuck my brain! I n-need to—fffuck! fuck! fuck!—I need t-to feel it! Please, dammit, j-just fucking—!”

Toby doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. 

Tim shoves himself inside the bloody cavity without warning, forcing Toby’s brain out of the way as his cock enters. The scream that rocks Toby’s body is as lustful as it is carnal and gruesome. He reaches up on instinct and grabs Tim’s wrists, not trying to pull his hands away but holding on for dear life before he loses the ability to move at all. 

“You broke so easy,” Tim sneers as he bottoms out, talking over Toby’s uncontrollable moaning, “What would the others think if they saw you begging for dick like a whore on the street? Huh?!”

He punctuates his sentence with a sudden rut of his hips, making Toby yelp and his body jerk. His nails dig into Tim’s arms, and the pain is delicious. 

Tim studies the scene before him in the mirror. 

It’s disgusting. It’s horrid. He can see the tip of his leaking cock resting inside his partner’s skull. 

He doesn’t want this to end. 

He’s going to relish this opportunity, every sickening moment of it. 

“What would they think…”

Tim starts to pull back, breath trembling at the slick noises from the movement.

“…If they knew I had you whining for me like a dirty fuckin’ sissy?!”

He pushes back in with even more force than before. Blood is forced out the front of the wound, dripping down Toby’s face and onto the floor, leaving a red trail on his skin. His meaningless babbling is music to Tim’s ears.

Again Tim pulls back, faster this time, and pushes in again. He watches Toby’s face in the mirror as he finds his rhythm, completely enamored as it contorts with overwhelming sensations that no human should ever experience. His mouth is hanging completely open, his tongue limp and lying against his chin as he pants and wails desperately like a dog in heat. He’s starting to drool from the lack of muscle control.

There’s something about watching Toby quite literally lose his mind at his hand that makes Tim feel like God. 

“You know, I like you a lot better when you can’t run your mouth,” Tim says with a chuckle. He digs his fingers into the front of the wound, groping around in the cavity and feeling the pulsing meat shift under the pads of his fingertips.

“You’re lucky I’m not gonna tell anyone about this, not gonna tell the others you’re a nasty fuckin’ faggot who’s so desperate for dick you’d take it in your brain…at least someone’s finally making use of the lump of meat in your head, eh?!”

He pulls Toby’s skull back on his cock hard and fast, fucking into the hole with more fervor than he thought possible. His arms are bleeding now from where Toby’s nails are digging in, his knuckles locked up as his motor function is ripped to shreds. 

Tim’s eyes trail down the reflection as he thrusts, down to Toby’s body and stopping at the tent in his pants. There’s a painfully obvious stain on his groin now where his erection is straining against the denim of his jeans with wretched need. His precum is leaking through the material in viscous waves, a constant stream of shameful arousal. It looks like it hurts, like his zipper is about to burst, but Tim has no interest in granting him even that small mercy of freeing his hard-on. 

“Damn,” He mumbles to himself, watching the liquid pool where the tip of his partner’s cock pushes against his pants, “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you? You’re not just tolerating it to see how far I’ll go, you’re getting off on this shit! You’re a dirty fuckin’ boy slut!” 

He’s getting mean, meaner than he really needs to be, but he doesn’t care. Toby might not even be able to hear him, and even if he can, Tim’s not going to waste this chance while his partner can’t snap back. 

He ruts his hips more intentionally, trying to hit every spot he can. He’s catching on to patterns, that certain touches here or there make Toby twitch or jerk or yelp involuntarily. His eye has rolled back in his head almost completely. It looks agonizing, and it only makes Tim thrust faster. 

“Then again, in that messed up little mind of yours I bet this is nothing. You’re so used to gettin’ beat on this practically soft to you, ain’t it?! Or did your old man slam your head into the concrete too many times for you to know the damn difference?!” 

Tim’s practically screaming at him now, drool running down his chin and neck as he loses himself to the pleasure. It’s unbearably hot under his mask, but he can’t bring himself to release his death grip on Toby’s head to take it off. 

“I should’ve put you in your place a long time ago, lord knows you’ve needed it for who knows how long!” 

Tim angles his hips upward a bit, brushing against a certain spot that makes Toby tense and cry out suddenly. The thing Tim notices most, though, is the way Toby’s cock twitches in his pants. It spurts just a bit, not climaxing yet but getting dangerously close. The stain on the front of his pants is only growing with each passing second that Tim violates his brain.

“Oh, you really are disgusting,” Tim huffs, “You’re really about to cum in your pants, and I haven’t even touched your cock? That’s pathetic, Rogers.”

Tim angles his hips up again just to watch the precum gush from his partner’s tip, his stomach flipping in his gut at the thought that Toby is so, so damn close, but he can’t beg for more or touch himself or even move at all. 

“Nngh…Like hell I’m gonna let a little bitch boy like you cum first, though.” 

He takes a moment to adjust his grip. He’s preparing for the last stretch. 

The speed of his thrusting increases tenfold, completely losing all sense of rhythm. He can feel the pleasure taking him over, melting his resolve and screaming at him to go, go, go, just keeping going, go until you can’t anymore, and that’s exactly what he intends to do. 

“You better take all of my cum, Rogers,” Tim growls through gritted teeth, “Though I ain’t exactly giving you a choice, am I? You’ll take it whether you like it or not…” 

He hasn’t looked away from Toby’s face in the mirror. The sight of it twitching and frozen in a state of screaming ecstasy is like a horrific work of art. Tim’s never going to forget it. He won’t forget any of this. Every second is burned into his brain, and he’s more than happy to keep it that way.

The gory cavity is carved into the shape of Tim’s cock by now, each thrust only feeding the growing puddle of blood and viscera on the ground below Toby. That stain will stay there forever, Tim thinks. A permanent reminder of the debauchery the two of them are so gleefully partaking in. The idea of someone else finding this old house scattered with bodies, walking around and not even knowing the half of what these walls have been subjected to…

God, that’s good. 

The knot in Tim’s stomach starts to tighten. 

He can’t hold on for much longer. Neither can Toby. 

Tim angles his hips in that special way again, hitting that sensitive spot over and over and over again with each frenzied thrust. Toby’s practically soaking himself now, so close to the edge but not quite close enough to fall off, though he runs the risk with each passing second. It’s barely a matter of time. 

Faster, faster, faster, that’s the only thing Tim can think. 

More, more, more, that’s all he can think about.

Faster, faster, faster, more, more, more, more, more more more moremoremore—

“Shit!” 

Suddenly Tim throws his head back with a wild noise, his cock releasing without warning into the bloody cavity he’s been so graciously desecrating. At the same time he brushes that spot again, and it’s finally enough to give Toby his release, too, only a second later. His cum soaks the front of his now completely ruined jeans, the shameful stain running down his groin and thighs. The scream he lets out as his climax rocks his body will haunt Tim’s dreams. 

Tim’s thrusting doesn’t slow to a stop until it feels like his balls are empty. Only then does he finally go still, allowing himself to breathe. He looks up at the ceiling as he pants, letting his eyes flutter closed for a moment as his orgasm gradually washes away.

Finally Tim allows his fingers to unfurl, releasing Toby as he pulls his cock from his ruined skull. It comes back soaked in blood and sticky with viscera, taking a few chunks with it. He tries to step back, but Toby’s still gripping his wrists.

He manages to shake him off, only for Toby’s body to go completely limp and fall forward, face first onto the dusty wood floor and into the puddle of mixed bodily fluids. He twitches a bit, but doesn’t move or show any signs of life beyond that. Anyone else would think he’s dead. 

“I’m not falling for that again,” Tim mumbles with an eye roll, using his discarded glove to wipe off his now flaccid cock before tucking it back into his boxers and zipping up his pants. 

He crouches over Toby, grabbing his hair and forcing him up from the floor back onto his knees. All Toby can manage is a pathetic groan. Tim studies his partner’s fucked-out face in the mirror for a moment, watching as the blood and seed lazily roll down his cheek and chin. He can’t help but chuckle to himself.

“…Anything to say for yourself?” Tim asks teasingly, shaking him a bit.

The only response he gets is the sound of gagging as Toby retches. Tim barely moves back in time to watch him cough up a horrible concoction of blood, cum, and God knows what else without being in the splash zone. 

“Goddammit, watch it!” Tim scolds cruelly, “If you hurl on my new boots I’m leaving you like this.” 

He at least has the decency to let Toby finish before scooping up his limp, helpless body. He carries him under his arm like a log, not taking any care to be gentle.

“I’ll get you back home to Eyeless,” Tim mutters, “He doesn’t ask too many questions, and he’ll patch you up good ‘til you’re all healed…” 

Tim tries not to think too hard as he carries his partner out of the house, away from the crime scene and into the endless wooded darkness. 

All is quiet for a moment, save for the sound of Tim’s heavy steps on the dry leaves. That is, until what Tim thinks is a muffled giggle sounds from his partner. He stops and looks back, but there’s no more noise. 

Dammit, he thinks. 

Neither of us are going to be forgetting this. 

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Look headcannons | Creepypasta + mood boards!

This includes style and how I imagine their normal fits in this modern day. Also like race n whatnot.

Also, their everyday outfit is what they wear to kill their assignments! Their general aesthetics is like stuff they wear around the house or when they buy groceries or smthing. I’m sorry if I generally describe them the same way, but I promise how I vision them is different. Once I learn to draw it’s literally over for y’all.

Their everyday outfits are typically similar and nothing like their general aesthetic because of convenience reasons.

I don’t ever follow cannon so please don’t hate! Also don’t take the bodies too seriously! Y’all are beautiful just the way you are.

Jeff the killer

Face: triangle shaped face, slightly upturned nose with a slight curve from breaking his nose, hooded bright blue eyes, sharp jawline, thin lips. Unhealed but healing mouth scars, slightly discolored blotchy skin and unusually wide eyes. Wears guyliner. His mouth scars are like wide open btw. Super thin eyebrows tbh.

Physic: he’s got some boob, 5’11. Wide shoulders, a lil toned, but he’s got some squish. He’s got some MADDDD cake. His legs are hella muscular too.

General Aesthetic: lazy edge lord. Sweatpants, band tshirts, converse, slides. BLACK CROCS. Kinda pink sometimes tho, but that’s only cuz of Ben’s influence. He’s got a crazy collection of pajama pants tho (he has my kuromi pants from a secret Santa gift)

Everyday outfit: black ripped skinny jeans, black hoodie with a black turtleneck underneath. Wears some nice earrings tho and has an eyebrow piercing. Has a similar strap to EJ, but just on his thigh, it carries his knife and money. So yes he has a thigh strap.

Jane the Killer

Face: oval shaped face, bow shaped lips, high cheekbones, dark brown upturned eyes, upturned nose. Skin is a little patchy from the past burns, otherwise she is almost fully healed due to Slenders help. Has slight gashes on her cheeks but they’re mostly closed. Thicc arched eyebrows.

Physic: pear shaped, more booty than her chest. 5’8, seems a lot taller. A bit bony, long armed and long legged. A little toned, tho her arms especially, she’s got some DEFINEEED arms.

General Aesthetic: elegant lady going to the art museum. Wears a lot of longer pleated skirts (either knee length or longer), long silk dresses, heels, occasional converse. Shirts are form fitting and typically elegant or professional. Loves silk, satin fabrics and the occasional velvet.

Everyday outfit: a black sleeveless turtleneck with black flared pants and black fingerless gloves. When it gets really cold she wears a dark red coat with grey fur on the lining. Has a thigh strap and a chest strap to carry her weapons.

Ben Drowned

Face: heart shaped face, male button nose, small lips, completely black eyes with blood running down them. Pale skin and hella sharp cheekbones. Sharp ass jaw too.

Physic: 5’9. Broad shoulders, a little scrawny. Defined chest and shoulders, his stomach hella toned, he doesn’t got much cake but a barely adequate one. No boobs for this guy either. No honka honka for him :(

General Aesthetic: a lil punk and a lil basic. Like he wears a lot of plaid and also a lot of baggy band tshirts, so not really but sort of. He’s got the emo hair, he wears green plaid skinny jeans with a graphic tshirt and black combat boots a lot. Or converse. He’s got a lot of facial piercings too. So he’s just barely punk. He’s getting there tho.

Everyday outfit: a light green baggy tunic that kinda has a deep V 😏 and some black baggy pants that the tunic is tucked into. His shoes are black combat boots. Across his waist he wears a brown leather belt that has a small compartment on his hip where he can put his shit in.

Clockwork

Face: downturned lips, tan skin, a clock for an eye. Her other eye is monoloid shaped tho and brown. Hair is dark brown and messy straight. Button nose definitely.

Physic: pretty boxy and muscular. 5’11. She doesn’t have much boob or butt since she’s so muscular. There is a slight contrast between her chest and her stomach, but not that much. She’s defined and toned.

General Aesthetic: it switches everyday. Sometimes she’s pretty tomboy and other times she’s 2000 emo. She wears converse, short shorts, low waisted pants that have the bedazzled butt pockets, cropped tshirts and tank tops. So maybe 2000s party girl?

Everyday outfit: black zip up hoodie with fur lining the neck, lowrise dark blue bootcut jeans, dark red tank top. Brown ankle boots.

Ticci Toby

Face: male version of a button nose, diamond shaped face, bow shaped lips, multiple face piercings (snakebites, eyebrow piercing), slight stache on his chin and above his mouth (he shaves). Fluffy brown hair. The gash on his mouth is basically healed. Very very pale skin, pretty hazel eyes u could get lost in forever. Average brown eyebrows.

Physic: almost concerningly skinny, like he just barely makes the mark of being healthy. It’s cause he forgets to eat. 6’1. His shoulders are broad but he’s like a triangle if anything. Not much cake :(

General Aesthetic: boring white boy. Nowadays he only wears turtlenecks and tank tops with some boring ass pants. Tho they are tight on him 😏 he left behind his old hoodie habit. He picked up motorcycling gloves and vans.

Everyday outfit: a black, long sleeved, form fitted turtleneck with a black back harness for his axe’s. Black skinny jeans and converse for convenience. He still wears his goggles and face mask!

Judge Angels

Face: triangle shaped face, her chin has a prominent point. Almond shaped black eyes, heart shaped lips. Olive toned skin, pretty tan. Has a prominent crack on her left canine tooth. Upturned nose, crooked smile. Blond straight hair that greatly contrasts her skin. Blond short eyebrows.

Physic: short and petite, 5’2. Lean, doesn’t really have much muscle, or at least doesn’t look it. Pretty flat chested and a normal ass. She has calves of steal tho.

General Aesthetic: white and messy, likes baggier clothing and more trashy punk looks. Like she wears Tripp pants, oversized tshirts, big hoodies. She doesn’t really wear makeup except for some shittily done eyeliner. Her hair is still blond but now it has the occasional black streak.

Everyday outfit: one of those baggy tops that have the cuts down the sides yk what I’m talking about? Anyways it’s white with a bunch of charcoal on it that she stole from Bloody painter. For bottoms she wears black knee high combat boots and a pair of black, low waisted, wide leg shorts. Obviously under the shirt she has a sports bra. She also wears fishnet gloves.

Puppeteer

Face: Grecian nose, dark gray skin, almond shaped yellow eyes, a square shaped face, medium lips. I think his teeth are hella white tbh but he’s definitely got fangs of some sort. Thicc black brows.

Physic: pretty boxy, like he’s lean n all, but he is kinda straight up and down. Average cake, average waist, average muscle and tone. He’s still hawt tho, his hands 😩 6’3

General Aesthetic: helluva boss reject. Wears trench coats and boots and skinny jeans, business pants. The occasional hoodie. Doesn’t wear a beanie anymore. Or converse. Tho his wardrobe has lots of skulls. He kinda does a 360 with his wardrobe, going for more of an old school pirate vibe.

Everyday outfit: wears a long black trench coat that clips in the middle of his waist, black skinny pants, below the knee black boots, black button up (the last three buttons unbuttoned) are underneath his trench coat.

Nurse Ann

Face: diamond shaped face, button nose, mid/weaker jawline, thiccer lips, not a prominent cupids bow. Definitely pale/Greyish skin tone. Her hair is brown and is like boob length, also somewhat wavy.

Physic: curvy, kind of apple/pear shaped. She’s definitely well endowed with the bewbs and butt, has a more rounded stomach too, has thicc thighs and calves as well. 5’4.

General Aesthetic: fantasia 2000 princess type beat. I feel like she’s a huge fan of midnight blue and fantasy type of outfits. She loves dresses of any length with frill, lace and intricate designs. She loves puffy/billowed sleeves and mostly wears flats or boot heels. She’s also particular about silver star/moon designs.

Everyday outfit: I don’t think her outfit changed at all tbh, I think she still wears the black nurse costume and hat, tho I do think she’s added more weapons in her collection. I think she’s started focusing on needles and chemical injecting, tho she still uses her iconic chainsaw.

Bloody Painter

Face: oval shaped face, thin lips, bright blue almond shaped eyes, Grecian nose, a lil tan ngl, black messy hair (idk how to describe his haircut tho, it’s a lil long, straight and fluffy??)

Physic: kind of in the average or boney ratio. He has bony hands and forearms but aside from that he’s got medium sized shoulders and a slightly smaller waist. Ngl I feel like he does have some random curve at the bottom so some honka cake, but not much. 5’11

General Aesthetic: painter in despair. I think he likes Jean jackets, he’s like the male version of arthoe. He likes black/blue jeans, kinda looks like he came from the outsiders, wears baggy leather jackets too. Mostly sticks with tshirts with random bull on it. Also always has a brown satchel with him.

Everyday outfit: I feel like black cargo pants, black turtleneck and a black chest harness, probably combat boots too. On his chest he still has the smiley pin, but aside from that, for his assignments he goes pretty neutral and just for convenience. EJ totally helped him pick out his outfit too his first assignment.

Rouge

Face: square shaped face, upturned nose, chubby cheeks, vintage shaped lips?? Idk how to describe it. I feel like her hair is a messy black Bob now, but like pretty messy I mean it. Kinda tan. Definitely has freckles.

Physic: 5’7, pretty boxy. The best I can describe her is like Audrey Hepburn built. Idk why I feel like her and A.H are so similar. She’s boney and relatively small like that.

General Aesthetic: a little vintage sometimes, like she switches decades a lot. She wears fashion trends from the 1950s to modern day, both feminine and masculine styles. So she wears dresses, miniskirts, jeans, colored turtlenecks. Really her closet is very alive. She has stolen from her assignments hella tho ngl.

Everyday outfit: a black miniskirt with a tighter grey turtleneck, red tights, black calf length boots. When it’s cold she has a cropped jacket with a fuzzy hood and insides.

Masky

Face: oval shaped face, tan skin, dark brown hair (short and messy,) dark brown eyes, uhhh mid-somewhat sharp jawline, straight nose.

Physic: strong, average short 5’9. Builds more bulk, has strong arms and shoulders but a smaller waist, he’s got some MADD V-line. He’s got a nice smackable amount of cake.

General Aesthetic: 😏😏😏. He wears flannels, darker colored skinny jeans, SOMETIMES THO he wears 70’s pants that are like right around the hips and like highwaisted and whatnot with a sleeveless cropped tshirt. He’s oddly vintage with stuff like that, but in a rock singer type of way. He only just started getting into this tho.

Everyday outfit: dark blue skinny jeans, black tshirt, tan jacket that has a LOTTA compartments.

Laughing Jill

Face: button nose, oval shaped face, high cheekbones, an average (a lil weak) jawline, pale skin, black irises. Thinner lips. Thin slightly arched eyebrows.

Physic: southern mommy. SORRY. 6’2 tho Bc shes mythical. I think she’s a wide hourglass too?? Like she is big chested and she def has a gyatt, she’s got tummy. She isn’t really defined at all.

General Aesthetic: Harley Quinn wannabe. Just likes the mix matches jumpsuit idea. Like she loves mixing and matching contrasting colors and especially black and white. She mixes in some lavender too. Is always wearing the most dangly earrings too.

Everyday outfit: an above the knee length skirt with a black petty coat underneath, a long sleeveless vest that goes to her mid calf and buttons together under her boobs. Her shirt is a plain white button up with puffy sleeves. For shoes she wears black heeled boots. Her hair is in a curly bun with a tiny off center hat.

Hoodie

Face: Roman nose, not that pale, diamond shaped face, pretty light brown eyes. Pretty strong jawline. Short black hair (dyed recently)

Physic: muscular, 6’2. Hes beefy. Like he’s got boob muscle, ass muscle. HE IS SCARRRY. Think like a smaller Miguel O’Hara almost. He’s less beefy than that, but like yk still beefy.

General Aesthetic: tbh think he went for a goth/alt vibe. He mixes feminine and masculine occasionally. Wears like long skirts sometimes, like a kilt almost?? Wears the fishnet tights as shirts, has multiple Spencer’s belts and necklaces.

Everyday outfit: black fishnet top with a black fitted tshirt over it, black baggy pants. Multiple finger rings. Multiple belts and waist bands.

Sally Williams

Face: circle shaped face, slightly downturned nose, wide green eyes. Small lips, lil bit of a chubby face. She does not eternally bleed from the head. Her hair is long and curly past her shoulders. She’s pretty dark.

Physic: a normal, average weighted 8 yr. 4’8.

General Aesthetic: she likes more vintage, boxy styled dresses from the twentieth century, like 1960s European box dresses inspired by Iggy and kids dresses from the 20s. She actually really likes the vintage youth outfits Bc of Shirley Temple. She LOVES Shirley Temple.

Everyday outfit: a pink and white designed dress that pleats at the bottom. Black Mary janes and white socks. She carries a small white clutch that slings across her torso. Her hair is in a long braid.

Laughing Jack

Face: pale as a mf, triangle shaped face, high cheek bones, cone nose, black hooded shaped eyes. Sharp ass jawline. Small forehead. Hair is shorter and more curly.

Physic: toned as an mf but SCRAWNY, like he’s dangly and flexible. It’s scary and arousing. He has no cake tho, no boobs either. He’s very lightly defined but that is IT. 6’9

General Aesthetic: likes the David Bowie Jareth Labyrinth aesthetic, kind of similar to EJ, but not really. He just also really likes poets shirts and vests. He loves dressing sort of Royal or regal. HE LOVES to wear baggy button ups but he NEVER buttons them up all the way 😏

Everyday outfit: I feel like his main outfit hasn’t changed much, the only thing I see him changing is the wraps around his waist possibly changing to a corset instead for his convenience.

(I’d like to remind that Lazari doesn’t have assignments as she is not a pasta, so her everyday wear is less convenient.)

Lazari

Face: tan, dark brown straight hair (occasionally pink), square shaped face, Roman nose, bow shaped mouth, thicc brown brows.

Physic: depends on her age she changes physically. But she’s probably like average in all ages, just less lean and a little chubbier. Height ranges from 4’11 to 5’8

General Aesthetic: colorful and a little childish. She wears overalls and paints on her pants a lot. Think of her like 2019 in a nutshell. She wears mom jeans and Angel tops and bucket hats. Hates crocs tho. All of her jeans have some 90s cartoon character painted on them.

Everyday outfit: a black Spider-Man tshirt with black overalls cuffed at the bottom. Red converse, fun silly socks, her hair in a long braid.

Jason the Toymaker

Face: diamond shaped face, pale, Roman nose, shoulder length bright red hair. Bright green eyes. Kinda got that Jareth haircut. Sharp ass jawline. Thin nicely shaped eyebrows. The makeup does not come off.

Physic: triangle. Slutty man waist. Not that toned tbh but he has enough. HES GOT SOME NICEE BONEY HANDS. His arms have decent strength and buff ness, but it’s rlly not that obvious. 6’8

General Aesthetic: old clowncore ig. Or like fantasy 1800s boyfriend aesthetic. He wears mostly beige or rained colors tbh and then a dash of black and red. Otherwise he makes up his outfits in abstract shapes and styles.

Everyday outfit: his usual tbh, bro has not changed much.

Zero

Face: square shaped face, wide eyes, no cupids bow shaped lips. Completely black eyes. Completely white hair that goes just past her jaw. Messy hair. Has stitches on the side of her mouth.

Physic: broad shoulders, smaller breasted, not much of a different with her waist. Does have low hips, like a long torso with shorter legs. 5’9

General Aesthetic: crust punk. Wears shit that is torn up and dirty. Lots of DIY and ripped up tights. Low rise black skinny jeans. And cropped shirts that go like just under the boob.

Everyday outfit: cropped black ripped jacket, plain black tshirt and lowrise shitty ripped skinny jeans and black combat boots. Under her ripped jeans is her striped ripped stockings.

Homicidal Liu

Face: slightly upturned nose, still has the stitches on his face, green eyes. Lighter brown neck length hair. Kinda has like a slight wolfcut tbh. A lil tan.

Physic:I feel like he’s a lil buff. Like 5’9-5’10. Not as buff as Jeff. Has some thiccness tho mostly in his shoulders tho so he’s more toned than Jeff.

General Aesthetic: spider noir energy. He loves trench coats and business pants. No matter what he’s always wearing black gloves. He’s always wearing business shoes too.

Everyday outfit: black turtleneck and black trench coat with black pants and black knee boots. He has patches on his coat with holes in it, but they’ve been patched up with his striped scarf, same with his pants. His main fit is patched together with his old scarf.

Nina the Killer

Face: triangle shaped face, olive skin tone, button nose. Curly black hair (often straightened) with purple and pink streaks, thicc upturned lips. Her scar is healed, but still very open like Jeff’s. Her eye situation depends on her state of mind.

Physic: 5’4, pretty skinny and toned. Mostly proportionate. Aight sized boobs and butt, generally just dainty idk. Built like the girl from house of 1000 corpses.

General Aesthetic: risqué Monique Chabot in post war France. She wears short skirts, only cropped tshirts and small dresses. She does not get cold at all omg. A lot of times she’ll wear heals or platforms. Never flats or converse tho anymore.

Everyday outfit: platformed knee high boots, black tights with black thigh highs overtop, a black and pink plaid miniskirt, a black crop top that’s a random band tee. A fluffy cropped black jacket that’s zipped up halfway, for style purposes. Fluffy earmuffs if it gets cold and her hair in an emo high ponytail.

Candypop

Face: oval shaped face, hella pale, Grecian nose, heart shaped lips tbh, almond shaped purple eyes. His hair is still the long pretty blue color as always, always up in a ponytail.

Physic: built exactly like LJ but more meaty, like he’s got more toning on his thighs and legs and stomach. Like he looks a lot healthier than LJ for sure. His outfit definitely makes his muscle pop a lot too 😏 6’6

General Aesthetic: he wants to be Ramona flowers, but he literally can’t Bc he can never find men clothes that is like hers.

Everyday outfit: tbh, his outfit has NOT changed like at all otherwise in color scheme. When his hair was a light green, his outfit became more warmer toned b4 he grew out of that phase and went back to his OG look.

Kate The Chaser

Face: square shaped face, round white eyes, black messy hair just barely past the shoulders, small lips, high cheekbones, Roman nose. No brows, they are drawn on.

Physic: a little thicc, broad shoulders and broad hips. I’d say a wide hourglass figure, but she’s like hella muscular. She has a proportionate amount of ass. 5’6

General Aesthetic: she wants to look like Siouxie, very 80s goth. Allison from the breakfast club energy. She loves wearing long skirts with big sweaters and doing the beehive hair. She loves scarves too and has a hella collection.

Everyday outfit: black wide legged jeans with a billowy maroon sweater and black combat boots. Sometimes she’ll add one of those long black detective jackets, but that’s off missions.

Eyeless Jack

Face: grey skin, Grecian nose, rectangle shaped face, high cheekbones, medium sized lips. Split tongue. Almond shaped black eyes. His hair is dark brown and somewhat long and wavy/curly. Medium thicc arched brows.

Physic: 6’7 and very strong. He’s not ripped like bulging, but he is definitely defined. He’s got ass and thighs, his waist isn’t as small as Dr Smileys, but there’s still a medium difference between his shoulders vs his waist.

General Aesthetic: he wants to be cottage core so bad, like the poets shirt and tunics. He does wear cream colored tunics and billowy pants. Tho sometimes on special occasions he dresses like a basic bitch. He’ll get out the tight business pants and black button up.

Everyday outfit: a black button up, black jeans and navy blue converse. He wears one of those chest strap things tho that carries his scalpel and other weapons. He wears a black leather jacket too <3

Dr Smiley

Face: pale, dark red eyes, tiny pupils. Shoulder length, fluffy black hair. Diamond shaped face, Roman nose, thin lips. Defined jaw. Johnnie Gilbert looking guy. Thin arched brows.

Physic: lean and tall. He’s got broad shoulders and an itty bitty waist fr. He’s bony af tho (except for the thighs,) he’s got NO cake. No junk in the trunk for him. 6’1

General Aesthetic: professional emo/dark academia. He’s ALWAYS wearing black turtleneck and dress pants. He always has a red satchel too.

Everyday outfit: he still wears his black medical mask and white doctors coat, underneath that though he wears a black short sleeved turtleneck, so his arms are out when he’s not wearing his coat 😏 his pants are just basic dress pants tho. Aside from the shirt, he wears basically the same thing he always has.

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