DarkRomanceEnthusianst

“What’re you doin’ down there?” Bo asks, his eyes glinting in the light as you settled between his legs on the carpet. He had a beer in his right hand and had been watching some rerun of something you didn't care about on the tv. Vincent was down in his basement and Lester was off probably doing god knows what to that pit of his, so you had Bo to yourself for the moment.

“Just thought since we had a moment alone, maybe I could show you some appreciation.” you mumbled as your fingers moved to the button of his jeans, he smirked widely and instantly sat his beer to the side, moving to help you. He was already starting to get hard from the thought of your pretty lips around his dick, those pretty eyes of yours staring up at him as he makes you gag on it.

“Fuckin’ hell, babe, you already got my mind wanderin’” he groans out as he lifts his hips and helps you slip his jeans down, his hand instinctively comes to stroke his length, staring you down as he did.

“You gonna beg me like the slut you are?” that shit-eating grin on his face tells you he’s more than just enjoying it.

“Please, Bo, let me suck your dick?” you try and he shakes his head, cocking a brow.

“Pretty, pretty, please Bo? I really, really wanna suck you off… make you feel good… please?” you try and he tilts his head as if considering it.

“I reckon you're far too clothed to deserve it.” he says, his eyes trained on the swell of your breasts under your shirt, you feel your face flush with heat and you hook your fingers under the hem, tugging it over your head, freeing your breasts.

“Please?” you whisper and he nods leaning forward, his hand comes out and grips the hair at the base of your neck, pulling your head back as he presses a passionate kiss against your lips.

“Go on, Baby… you've earned it.” he says, pressing another chaste peck to your lips before sitting back, his arms come to rest on the back of the couch, his legs spread, and dick standing proudly erect. Its a fucking erotic sight. He looks so effortlessly, so simply attractive.

You lean forward on your knees and press soft kisses up his length, admiring the way it twitches and pulses from your attention, before you take him in your mouth causing him to let out a small hiss.

You swirled your tongue around the swollen tip of his dick, before you bob your head to take more of him with your tongue flat against the prominent vein on the underside. His hand finds your hair, tangling in it as his head falls back against the couch, his hat falling off and landing on the floor behind the couch.

“Fuck, you're so good at that.” he groans out, his hand gently gripping your hair and attempting to guide you at a slightly faster pace, you allow your jaw to go slack and focus on breathing through your nose as you allow him to use your mouth, you occasionally wiggle your tongue around him or hum.

After a while you can feel his thighs tensing and you bring a hand up to gently fondle his balls, to which he lets out deep groan.

“Keep that up and I'm gonna cum in this pretty mouth of yours.” Bo practically whines, your eyes meet his and he sucks a sharp breath through his teeth and closes his eyes.

“You look too pretty like that, fuck, I can't look at you or I’ll bust.” he says, you push yourself further up and try to relax your throat, you carefully bob your head a few more times before youre able to deep throat him.

“Jesus, I’m cumming.” he moans, pressing your head down, your nose touches his happy trail and you feel the salty, thick liquid coat your tongue. You pull back coughing and gagging and he sits dazed for a moment. When you're both finally composed he smirks at you.

Unfortunately for you… Slender doesn't care about his own proxies getting slaughtered, so I doubt he'd care if he startled you.

If anything he's glad because those precious seconds you spent gawking with your heart pounding gave him an opening to grip one of his tendrils around your waist.

Now you're dangling upside down with you're face 0.2 inches from his featureless one.

“You smell delicious when you're scared, Darling.”

If you faint that's fine, its easier on him.

Once he's sure you wont run away he will become less antagonistic with his teleportation, usually choosing to appear in front of you rather than jump scaring you from behind.

That is assuming you're let out without him.

I always think Slenderman would easily be one of the most possessive creeps due to the sheer amount of inside knowledge you'd have on the operator because Slender doesn't like letting you go too far from him.

There was absolutely a stretch of time he had you chained to his desk.

Masky, Hoodie, and Toby are all there actively trying to ignore their rising annoyance at the crying/terrified person their boss is currently trying to coax into his lap.

Masky would probably end up whacked upside the head with one of his tendrils because he made a comment about killing you.

Toby would low-key just feel bad for you but keeps it to himself.

Slenderman sometimes forgets about the whole “humans have basic needs” things y’know cause he's not human so imagine his surprise when you tell him you cannot in fact eat raw meat.

He also realizes how careful he has to be with those static headaches after he nearly gave you a brain bleed :(

If you're not a captive but rather one of his proxies you'd be one of the only one he gives a shit about.

Expect near constant jumpscares, your only warning is how silent the forest gets before he materializes.

He almost always puts you in those bullshit page posting duties and you know each time he's gonna try and blend into the trees until he catches you.

Honestly, it's probably his idea of a fun date.

Its even worse when his voice does the telepathy thing, so there's nothing anywhere and then you have a voice IN YOUR HEAD and you STILL CANT SEE ANYTHING.

“Just… uhm… breathe… it’s okay! I-it’s fine… you’re fine!” Gabriel’s panicked voice registered in my head as I took laboring breaths. I could feel his shaky hands on my shoulders. The twitching of his fingers giving me something to focus on. I open my eyes, light flood in the edges and form a halo of light around the man before you. His concerned face and furrowed brows making your heart tug in your chest. His brilliant blue eyes are glossy with tears as his lips tremble with something.

He doesn’t understand.

He thinks he caused this.

He thinks he’s hurting you.

Your shaky hands come up, cupping the sides of his face as your shaky breath begins to stabilize. You feel the tension leaving your body replaced with something else, something you’d rather just not focus on. Upon realizing you’re calm again Gabriel pulls you into a tight hug. His hands gripping desperately against your shirt as you feel him huffing your scent as he buries his face in your neck. His own anxiety now calling upon seeing you okay.

He’s doing his best.

He’s doing better for you.

He’s gonna keep you happy, you know?

You feel your heart beat slow as you rest your forehead on his shoulder to breathe.

He's doing better. 

He's taking the pills like he promised, going to appointments, cooperating… but he's also getting comfortable. He snuck out, taking a late night walk causing you to wake up in an empty bed. You panicked. He was still picking at his fingers in between running his hands through your hair, the need to touch you consuming him.

“I w-wont do it again…” he mumbled and your heart broke, you just held him tighter.

“S not your fault, Gabe.” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, your fingers burying in those brown curls you love. You shake your head against his neck as his hands mimic yours, grasping the back of your neck and leaning his forehead against yours.

“But… I caused it, didn't I?” he asks, his blue eyes gazing into yours. All you can do in nod numbly.

“You weren't here… if something happened to you…” you began and Gabe nodded, burying his face in your neck.

“I swear I wont do it again.” he pleaded and you nodded.

You made the self-loathing, the hatred, the projection… stop.. for a second as his heart stutters in his chest from seeing you it’s like his brain hard restarts with a boost of serotonin.

He stumbled into his small apartment his hands numb from the temperatures dropping as it always did this time of year. He had stayed out all night watching you sleep again and was shivering as he tucked himself still fully clothed under his covers, exhausted. He plugged his phone in before pulling up his favorite picture of you, staring at it until his eyes closed from the heaviness of sleep.

When he opened his eyes he knew he was dreaming because you were there, tucked into his side a smile on your face as your eyes meet his. That color, his favorite color, the one he can’t ever buy anything in because unfortunately they don’t sell your eyes as a color option, made him feel okay. He pressed his lips hungrily to yours savoring the feeling, desperate for it as his fingers found the back of your head. He was happy to have you in his dreams when he couldn’t in reality.

Hands roam, lips meeting for feverish kisses, and clothes are pulled off. Finally he’s in his favorite place looking down at you in his arms and suddenly he’s over come with an urge to consume. To be consumed. He leans down, eyes boring into you as he sinks his teeth into your chest the skin feels doughy in his teeth and the coppery taste of blood permeates his mouth and he moans, a yelp leaving your lips instantly. You begin to push away but he quickly holds you down and shoves his fingers in your mouth to muffle you. Tears spill from the corner of your eyes and lips tremble, the bite mark on your chest already showing signs of bruising.

He reaches with his free hand and places it under your jaw. He stares into your eyes and instantly knows what he has to do, feeling your tongue rest under the fingers in your mouth and he begins to apply pressure, forcing your bottom jaw up a few small grunt leaving his lips. There's pain, sure, just a tad uncomfy as your teeth breaks his skin and begins torching through his muscle. He grits his teeth and pushes harder he just needs a bit more pressure.

sssquuurrchksss

He lets a groan of pain as he finally forced your teeth through his fingers. His jaw drops and brows knit together as the pressure, pain, and shock gives away to utter relief and pleasure. His blood is pouring from the corners of your lips.

“Eat it.” He murmurs, watching your shocked expression. He can see your body shaking as you began to chew the crunching sound filling the space between you. His head drops to your shoulder as he smiles, a sense of euphoria over him as he trails the bloody kuckle where his index and pointer finger had been down your neck, staining you with his blood.

He leaned his head down, kissing along your shoulder before he bit down, when you didn't cry out or flinch away he continued, harder and harder until he felt your flesh give way, his teeth tearing through it. He pulled back, watching your blood pour down your skin, he smeared it enjoying how the liquid looked against your body.

Your eyes met, both breathing heavily before your hands shot out burying into his chest, making him shudder with need. His hands joined you in ripping at his own flesh determined to help you devour him. His hands dug into your thighs, pulling away the fat and muscle there. The both of your blood mixing on the bed below. It felt so real, he could practically taste your blood and your skin. He could smell you, he could hear you, but he knew he was dreaming.

That's the only reason he’d ever do this. He thought as he took a bite from your neck, the blood gushing in coppery waves and coating the two of you in more of the sticky red substance.

Beep-beep-beeep- be-be- be- beeep

He groans as his eyes opens shutting off the noise and staring up at the ceiling. His fucking alarm. Its always his fucking alarm. Why did he have to wake up every fucking day without you? He fucking hated this.