A cat walking across a keyboard

-strange anon

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Tw: grooming implication on slenders side (unmentioned), adversely suicidal (Kate mentions out of spite, really). This takes place a month after Slender gets his first proxy, as expected by the elders that have watched him grow up into the business world like his father. Please let me know if I tagged the TWs properly :]

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“Your first proxy is so well behaved, Slender!”

The woman had very sharp teeth, Kate noticed that first about the creature. Yes, the creature, it wasn’t a woman. She had to correct herself on that as she shifted slightly more behind Slender’s leg.

He gave her head a pat of reassurance, but really it just made her feel like a little dog at his feet. Everything else in this room stared at her like tender meat falling from a bone. She chose not to think if they would take the opportunity to eat her or not. She’s seen first hand the width of what Slenders jaws can achieve, and he was smaller than most of the beings in the ballroom.

It’s only been a month since the sickness completely took her over. Only a month since this new world was introduced to her with creatures that lurked in the dark and worse ones that lurked at dinner parties that kept commenting how Slender was well endowed and his proxy could make a good surrogate if he couldn’t find a proper mate soon.

Slender, though as terrified as she was of him, was keeping her close, gently guiding her away from certain creatures that were sniffing too close to her. She convinced herself that he just didn’t want any collateral, which was half true, for various reasons and none of them were because of the paperwork.

“You’ve grown a lot, boy, you look a lot like your father you know! He was quite a charmer before he met your mother you know. He would go home with a new woman every night!” She laughed. “I was almost one of them you know!”

“Thank you, Dermicella, I’m sure-“

“Now your mother, I’m sure she’s proud of the Ender history you’re creating by continuing the proxy lineage! Your mother has two yes?”

“Yes, they-“

“Oh I knew it, you’ll take care of your little fleshy very well!”

Slender stilled. Kate watched his Adam’s apple bob with a thick swallow. She flinched when a cold hand touched her shoulder past the stretched hoodie she’s refused to take off since her arrival.

“You’ll have to excuse me, Dermicella, I’m going to fetch Krinyr to show-“

“Yes! Yes! Of course, don’t let me hold you up. Maybe you’ll find a mate here soon enough, as well! Don’t let them touch your mating tendril before marriage, it’ll get awfully messy at that point no matter how posh your breeding-“

That was the last thing Kate caught as she trailed along behind Slender. She risked a glance back at all of the different creatures. Some looking as if they’ve already died, with crooked necks and awkwardly bent bones beneath stretched flesh, most looking like they just stepped out of a Hellraiser movie.

Kate didn’t even notice they had left the building until she almost tripped on the first step down the stairs of the mansion, staggering slightly with nothing to catch herself on besides her own spite. This mansion, belonging to one of his higher tier business partners, as he told her briefly before they left, was much larger than the one he brought her to at the beginning of the month. The trees above them bowed and enveloped them into the coolness of the forest once more. The silence was starting to drive her more insane than what he already is.

The leaves crunched as they walked. A steady heartbeat of tension between owner and proxy.

Kate decided to talk, because even if it wasn’t a good idea, the control of the situation was nagging at her as the trees clouded the manor behind them. When she glanced behind, the glow of the lanterns were still flickering through the leaves.

“Where are we going?” She asked thickly, her voice cracking on the second word from the disuse of her voice over the past few days. That, and her voice is still recovering from the screaming episode she had a week ago when she locked herself in the room Slender had given to her. He unknowingly made it worse by reassuring her she can come out when she’s stopped throwing a tantrum.

“We are walking.” The asshole was not being helpful right now.

“To where?” She hissed with a sharp glare up at him. She flinched at the sharp pain that pierced behind her eye, forcing her gaze to a furry creature skittering up the bark of a thick gnarled tree a few meters away.

“Away from those prowlers.” The man said as they stopped walking. Kate didn’t stop immediately, and stopped just a few steps ahead, pausing to look back at him, but not directly. “Kate, you haven’t been taking your medicine.” He said quietly. “I cannot help your pain if you don’t listen.”

“Yeah you haven’t stuck them in peanut butter yet for your little bitch to take, you know.” She said with a heated amount of casualty, and force her gaze to look up at him, the faceless stare that caused her head to feel like it’s being cracked in two.

Slender did not break the gaze. Because this was a measly little human testing her first footing against him, and she would fall. She will fall and split her head open and die at his feet with that shitty glare in her eyes.

“Kate, you’re going to faint once more.”

“Maybe it’ll kill me this time.”

Slender looked away at that, and he walked again, perhaps a little too briskly for the offspring of a well collected man, who’s buried six feet under in a muddy stream about a hundred miles away.

“Did that one strike a nerve, you freak?!” Kate snapped after him. “Maybe you should take us back to the dinner party, put me on a fuckin’ platter for the rest of you sick fucks to gawk at and let me do little flips so they can all tell you how big of a dick you have!-“

She couldn’t suck in the gasp when the tendril quickly wrapped around her neck, her jaw, the lower half of her face. The snake-like appendage flexed, and she could sickeningly feel each tendon, each rivet of muscle bugling against her skin. He could kill her if he wanted, but he simply dragged her to the point she was flinching from the staggering pain behind both of her eyes. He leaned close, and she let out a pained whine, and she was clawing at the tendrils now, the ink smearing across her palms. He watched her flinched and quickly wipe it off when she registered it was burning her palms, the first layer of her skin curdling and peeling.

“Do not test me, little girl.” He whispered. His first and only warning. “Not when we have a common enemy.” He said, almost quietly. Almost with feeling. That bastard couldn’t feel, she knew this. She’s seen him kill without hesitation, as a demonstration of what she’ll be doing for her new career.

The scuffed toe of her boot scrambled her purchase when he pulled her closer. And then he dropped her, and stepped back, that snake-like freak appendage slither back into its resting spot, relaxed lazily in the air behind him. Kate coughed and spat out whatever ink slipped past her lips from the pressure. And of course, it sent her into a coughing fit. Another one, and this one, should could already tell from the gravel in her lungs, was going to be a bad one where she would vomit blood at his feet again and he would pick her up by the scruff and force her to wash off in the bathroom once they returned home.

He didn’t. Not this time. The tall man crouched, and placed his large hand on her forehead, tiling her head up to she could cough sickly into the air instead of the decaying leaves under her. “Cough like this unless you’re going to be sick. You’ll breathe better.” He said quietly, already fishing in the interior of his jacket, past the pressed tie and pleated dress shirt, into a pocket. “Take these. Despite our recent relationship, I don’t wish for you to suffer, Kate. If I did, I wouldn’t be spending half of the earnings on the medicine you’re refusing to take.”

Kate only responded with a ragged gasp, sway just slightly enough for the chilled hand on her forehead to steady her shoulder. She could taste the blood in her mouth.

“Please, Kate, before you hurt yourself any further.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to take the pills or you’d rather die than serve me?”

“Both.”

Slender was silent for a moment. “Then I’ll just have to liquify them.” He decided as he stood. “…Will I have to carry you?”

“No.” Kate barked stubbornly as she stood, stumbled, and then fell face first in the dirt. She didn’t get up. She didn’t have the will nor the energy to even attempt to move.

Slender only sighed, like a parent watching a toddler throwing a tantrum. “I know.” He said quietly, turning her over to stare at the cloudy sky behind the veins of the treetops. “I know, and I’m sorry.” He said quietly, those same snakes slithering under her and carrying her gently further into the woods. Not cradled against his chest, not when this little human was terrified of him, but cradled in sight, protecting his proxy even now. Even through hate.

They will learn. Kate will learn how this realm works for creatures like her. Slender will learn how to protect her properly and cut ties with the elders that helped him leg-up into the business world at the cost of his dignity at the sick churning he feels when they all eye the empty space beside him when he walks into a room. And even worse when the gaze dips to the tendril he keeps curled and hidden beneath the others.

Slender will learn one day soon, that they are all wrong in the way they treat their human proxies. And his business will suffer when he tells them off after Kate is struck for reaching for a pastry Slender offered her to take.

The winters will be cold, and upon teaching Kate how to cook for herself, the ingredients will not be as fresh. He will learn that she loves country fried chicken and mashed potatoes with green beans, and spends extra earnings on only the best of ingredients for a nice dinner once a month.

She will live at the manor, where it is only two of them, for a year. Thee will be a time where she will get sick and refuse to eat anything besides untru friend chicken and gravy. Until the next year, she gains a brother, and then a second, where she teaches them that perhaps the tall man is learning to be more kind.

And they will teach the third how to manage his tics, and to not light the curtains on fire, and gape when the new arrival coaxes a laugh from the tall man.

Everyone needs to take their first steps before breaking into their sprint. It will be messy. It will hurt when you fall. There will make unfixable mistakes that will never be erased sin, no matter how much you have perfected the country fried chicken and gravy.

And Kate will still hate him, deep down, from what he ripped her from. The life she had before, even if she wake up for work feeling kind-of-okay, and there’s always a catering food for her at the table at every meal.

And sometimes, late at night when she can’t sleep, she will wordlessly walk into Slender’s office and sit in the plush chair that’s usually reserved for Toby being scolded for playing with matches. And she will mention the terrible things he did that haunt her sleep. And he will apologize for it, and he will bow his head and hunch his shoulders like a teenager, and remind her she is always free to leave, with accommodations set up for her in the human realm.

She never does. She sleeps on the bay window of his office instead, and he tucks her in.

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-- strange anon

OH MY GOOOD HII STRANGE!!!!!

Oh for sure! Many Ive started with on and off of tumblr have deactivated. But these were my main go-tos while I was writing in 2020 fan-fic wise.

Before then it was really whatever was trending on wattpad and Quotev at the time.

@eyeless-cunt

@intimidating-fettuccine

ValentinesDayGreen from Quotev - they did EJ’s Chains fic, very popular even now. https://www.quotev.com/story/5032576/Chains-Eyeless-Jack-x-Reader

@just-a-creep-babe

This particular Quotev story was huge: https://www.quotev.com/story/3926666/Creepy-Pasta-Boyfriend-Scenarios

This one too

Annnd this

Lots of bf scenarios - look how they’ve evolved

Another one

They might not answer but they’re all things to look into if you’re doing some research.

"Are you sure this is going to work? I feel stupid." Solly whined softly, thumbing at the colorful cardboard box in her hands.

"Just tell him that you need help with the present wrapping, that's all!"

"What if he says no? And I can't recover? What then?"

"Then we all die, the end." Isa rolled her pretend eyes at the ongoing conversation as they snuck their way down the hall. And by sneak, they're really just walking normally and whisper arguing as per usual.

Everyone had went to bed by now, all except Slender who seemed to be keeping his brain busy so he wouldn't send himself into another emotional discharge. Had he taken time to lay down, or even just a water-break, the words repeating in his mind would just get louder until he split in twain.

So, the only option is to not worry about it until morning. He will settle it then, he decided.

But the girls had a different plan. To steal that shiny little box, they would have to distract Slender out his office somehow. Maeve couldn't just walk in and face her father after everything she's said, let alone grab the box after doing the impossible. She couldn't believe how easily her cousins had hopped on board with the entire plan, they might not even know how risky it was, but maybe that was for the better.

Azalea couldn't find an actual lockpick kit in the garage, but one of Iza's bobby-pins would do the job just as well, even if it took a few handful of seconds longer. The page ripped from an empty spellbook could easily absorb whatever magic was separating the girls from getting into that office after Slender undoubtedly locks it behind him to follow the plan laid out carefully for Solly to follow.

Their fate quite literally rested on her small shoulders, which is saying something considering she could barely lift her own problems without buckling.

The hallway loomed in front of the four cousins, nervously glancing between each other. Azalea bravely made the first step with the rest to follow. Doors littered either side of them, leading to various kinds of rooms. One led to an indoor sunroom, others have been made into make-shift supply closets and more museum exhibits to somberly gaze at.

Maeve backed into the sunroom, and allowed herself to get lost in the large monstera leaves as well as various colored bushes and flowers. Isa dipped into room with a thick layer of dust coating lacey tablecloths and a strange dress laid over a neatly made bed, waiting for an owner that will never return. And Azalea got lucky with the most boring storage closet she has ever seen.

Sol meekly approached the doors much larger than Slender himself, a half wrapped box weighing down her arms. Nothing of importance sat in it, only ugly shoes fetched from the garden below the sleepover room, victims of tossed from a window in shame.

He would surely notice if the box was empty, so it was only smart to weight it down with something, even if it was the ugliest pair of shoes she's ever seen.

Not that she would ever say that to Isa.

Solana kicked the door with her foot, the only thing capable of correctly knocking considering the box was too awkward to carry one handed.

"Come in."

Damn. Sol hastily put the box down, opened the door awkwardly, and picked up the box quickly before stepping in and accidentally slamming the door when she kicked it close with her foot.

"Solana, dear, are you alright? What do you have?" Slender peered from his pointless papers toward Solly, who is currently attempting to waddle over to the desk with this comically oversized box.

She set it down in one of the guest chairs in front of his desk. "Hey Uncle!~ I knew you were the only one up this late, so I was hoping you could help me with this?" Her voice squeaked, "I always hate to ask for help with something so seemingly small, but, y'know, I'm just a little embarrassed at my wrapping skills, especially with something this big."

"A present? Whomever for?" Slender chimed in curiosity, and stood up, looming over the small girl. "Your father's birthday isn't for another five months."

Oh shit, unplanned dialog. Time to improvise. "Umm, I just- Uh," It wasn't easy standing under Slender intimidating gaze, expectant of an answer. Sol wasn't quite sure how Maeve survived all of these years under it. The pressure is intense! "It's actually for...Maeve. She hasn't been feeling well, so only a present would be the best thing to cheer her up!" Sol smiled ridiculously cheerfully considering how darkened Slender's face seemed to get.

"Yes...Maeve. She certainly had some big words tonight, didn't she? What do you think of that, Solana?" Slender looked from the gift box to Solly, who has currently begun to sweat bullets.

She gulped.

In another, less intense room, Isa roamed the quite large bedroom. Everything in it seemed dark and gloomy colored or stained. A monochrome of black, white, and sometimes a splash of dark blue will make an appearance if she looked at the correct angle.

A vanity sat in the corner, and a large one at that. So many different kinds of makeup sat neatly on it, coated in dust that couldn't have been there for less than a few good years. No doubt this tenant died before then, so Slender or a proxy must have cleaned it up occasionally.

Bookshelves and plant shelves lines the walls, with plants long past a sense of revival. Some of the pots looked to be hand painted with fading colors.

"It's so depressing in here." Isa paced slowly toward the closet, curious of the fashion choices of someone so stoic. She passed the bed, with a little black dress laying on the comforter, still waiting on the hangar. The closet was also lined with dresses of the like, some more outgoing than others.

"Someone liked knives, and I don't think they were for cooking~" Isa giggled, gazing at her own reflections above the clothing, from various sized knives hung on the wall in uniform fashion. A name carved into one of them, "Jane." Isa read aloud in a whisper. "Well, Jane, you could've used just a little bit more color, hm?" She joked, and turned around to pluck a book off the shelf at random. A little paper back to pass the time. The reading nook, although coated in cobwebs, was awfully cozy, and Isa settled in for a distraction whikle Solly worked her magic.

Back at the office, Solly thought she might faint, but at the same time, curious how Slender hasn't caught on yet. Couldn't he read human minds? Maybe it was because she wasn't fully human, that meant she was safe.

"I-I-I don't think anything-"

"You don't think anything of it?" Slender challenged.

"Well, not- like, I don't not think things of it, but I don't think that it's my place is all." Sol was attempting to play it cool. She's never failed at something so miserably in her life.

"Interesting," was all Slender said. It made Solana just a little bit more insane.

"Sorry to interrupt, but can we wrap the present? I kinda want to get to bed. I need sleep unlike everyone else who just does it for leisure." Sol tried to joke to lighten the mood, but not she's just afraid she offended him.

"Of course, I'm sorry for involving you in such matters, dear! You're right, it shouldn't be your place to get caught in the middle." Slender picked up the box, and started toward the door. "There's leftover wrapping paper in Jane's room."

Sol's heart dropped knowing Isa was no doubt just doing something stupidly leisurely. "Oh! Okay!" She bared a smile, but it might've just seemed like she attempted to growl at him from the double take Slender had to do.

"Who is Jane? I'm not sure if I've ever heard you talk about her before besides in mention?" Sol made sure to talk loud enough, hopefully reaching behind the door toward her cousin. Isa almost screamed, but covered the place wherever her mouth should be. She hazardly shoved the book back into the shelf, and quickly tucked herself into the open double-doored closet. She almost thought about closing it, but Slender would surely notice.

"I've talked about her a handful of times. She was truly the only level headed one amongst the population." Slender sat the box on one of the dressers, and pulled some silver wrapping paper from behind it. "There's tape on the top shelf of the closet. Just be wary of the knives, I'm not sure how stable they are after all of the passing years."

Sol nodded, and quickly headed to the closet and peered in. She jumped. Isa jumped. A moment of silence was shared between the two, staring at each other in the fear of realization. Isa looked up slowly, picked up the golden journaling tape, and handed it to Solana.

Solly hesitantly took it with a knowing look, and stepped awkwardly back to Slender, handing him the tape.

Maeve decided to lay down in the middle of the sunroom, gazing up at the stars through the dirty skylight. Slender has really let the place go. As a child, Maeve had always remembered the place being spotless, even with the silent proxies that roamed the halls. She rolled her eyes and turned onto her stomach.

"I don't hate him. I just wish he was different, that's all." She said aloud to herself, knowing it was safe to expel whatever was roaming in her head. "He's my father, and he's trying his best with the way that he knows how. But that doesn't excuse being an asshole." Maeve sighed deeply, "If only his ego was small enough to listen to others."

A scream pierced the walls, and a loud crash followed.

Maeve ran toward the door, yet froze. Slender would be other there to investigate, too. Which meant facing him. Which also destroying the plan of that temporary reality they were all working so hard toward. Another scream, more panicked followed by a "GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!", and an aggressive slam.

Slender quickly entered the hallway, watching as Azalea screamed in terror, a spider close to the size of a cat tangled in her long hair, likely more afraid than she is. Slender hurried over to her with a small, jog, attempting to calm her down to no avail, and ignoring her pleas to 'just fucking kill it.'

Isa took the chance, and peeked from behind the archway to see what was causing the ruckus. Maeve, shakily, also did the same, watching as her father attempted to corner a crying and frantic Azalea to remove the creature from her locks. Azalea kept backing away, and eventually backpedaled back into the storage room, knocking over another set of shelves. While distracted, Maeve rushed to the office doors, and slipped the spellbook page over it. But without Azalea, there was no way to know how to pick the lock. Isa joined behind her, as well as Sol.

"Maybe if you just shove it in and wiggle it like in the movies," Isa suggested as she provided another paperclip. More crashing and screaming came from behind them, this time coming from a frustrated Slender, asking Azalea to stay still. Judging by more crying and clashing, it doesn't seem that she did.

Decided to only do Jeff since it's so long, and since I haven't done any TLC for him in a while!

Jeff [NSFW]

Jeff is always the kind of partner to pull you close in the morning.

And on your days off, you'll either be the first to wake up, or maybe it's Jeff halfheartedly snuggling closer to coax your eyelids open.

And it's so warm under the comforter, with the rays of sunlight peeking in through the blinds.

One of your legs tucked between his thigh, and the other letting your ankle cradle his calf.

Jeff is warm, too. And the light breath that ghosts across your forehead is the only thing that's keeping you from drifting back off to sleep.

"You awake, sweet thing?" Jeff's voice grumbles after he takes a deep sigh, and squeezes you a bit closer.

And your thigh presses against that thick bulge between his own legs, compressed by the all-too stretchy fabric that left little to the imagination.

A satisfied groan slips past his soft breaths, and Jeff rocks his hips upward, and the sensitivity of morning wood from the softest of grazes makes his breath hitch.

"Mm-mm."

You raise your thigh against his bulge, hitching his breath. His face buries into your neck, pressing sloppy morning kisses that weren’t too precise or entirely awake yet.

“Fuck..” he grumbled as he rocked his length against your thigh, the only thing separating it was the thin fabric of his briefs. “Babe..” His gravelly voice rumbled, a rare plea and whine in his tone.

Your wordlessly shifting, and his hands automatically followed your body, strong hands resting on your hips as you straddled him and leaned down to pepper kisses along his neck.

You licked your way along the length of his neck to earn a groan, while his hands tightened on your waist, softly guiding your hips against his hardness.

You bit down on his neck, earning a stifled groan as he tensed against you.

“Oh fuck.” He suddenly said.

You slowly lifted your head, grinning slowly. “Really that did it?”

“Yeah…fuck.” He half-moaned, his bulge throbbing between your thighs, her hips flexing softly. His wiped his hand down his face, the tips of his ears turning red.

You pressed kisses along his cheeks, his nose, his chest and collarbone. “You’re fine.” You reassured him as he wrapped his arms around you in a light embrace.

He’s not one to be pampered

Offender [NSFW]

He's such a slut, in plain words.

No matter who is topping him, he's letting unfiltered words, begs, and moans roll off his tongue with no second thought.

He wants you to take full control over him, what he does, how he acts, and when to cum.

He is entirely yours for the time being.

Oh, and that dirty mouth of his.

He loves being facefucked in an effort to shut up the filth leaking from his mouth.

And it doesn't matter if you don’t think he can take it, his jaw can unhinge to fit all of your taste in his mouth.

And his tongue will do unspeakable things that you'll never forget in your entire lifetime.

Nothing will live up to the way it curls and pulses as drool leaks down his chin.

And he will expect to choke, he wants to be pushed to his limit in all the filth and begs moaned against your wet skin.

And born with a cock or not, he’s gonna want a dicking down one way or another until he’s fucked dumb.

So, [y/n], you better start getting in that cardio for stamina because he’s whiny and greedy brat that will always want more.

He loves when he’s pinned down, tied up, anything that takes his control away.

He’s an eldritch being for divinity’s sake, he has power, so imagine how freeing it feels to hand it over to someone else for a change.

And please jack him off until his cock is turning purple and weeping cum until he can’t take it anymore.

An overstimulating king, he is.

Or, a pillow princess in that sense. Against the will of his muscles, of course.

I love this trope with offender. He’s a girls guy.

Offender

There is a beautiful symbiotic relationship between the both of you.

With siren blood coursing through his veins, Offender feeds off of pleasure.

You feed off of money to pay your bills, and Offender is usually stacked to spoil you in riches enough to really make him your only client on a weekly basis.

And this way, you always have enough emotional and physical energy to keep up throughout the night for a very pleasant feeding session for your eldritch friend.

He’s always respectful, always makes sure you get home face via escorting you as far as your comfortable, and always overpays.

Every single time.

Because, as he claims, you’re “Lowballing the hell out of your skills, sweetheart.”

You two meet up once a week, he usually treats you to dinner, or if it’s too late, he’ll gift you a new outfit, shoes, care products, or a little gift card you can use anywhere ontop of your payment.

He always asks before he touches you, before he starts, and always reassures he’ll never ask for the money back if you need to stop at any point.

And this man would probably kill for you by the way he walks you home. His head is on a swivel, baring teeth at anyone who would dare to walk too close.

And if you need help with anything, he’s usually there, or if he’s busy, he’ll send someone trustworthy your way to fix a broken pipe in your housing or send a ride to pick you up from a sketchy bar.

He takes care of you like a partner would, and maybe subtly is trying to set your expectations for the next client that comes along for you.

But regardless, his name is saved in your phone with a heart next to it.

What a man

Offender (NSFW)

This man eats for a living.

Talkin’ day and fucking night.

Breakfast lunch dinner, he would spend them all between your thighs.

And sound you never knew existed creened from your lips as you writhe beneath his tongue.

God, that tongue. 9-10 inches at full extent that he loves to throughly fuck you with.

The most feedback you get between orgasms is a little “mhm” and “fuck”

And maybe a…

“I know, baby, I know.” He murmurs against the slick coating your lips, your thighs, mixed with the drool of his excitement.

His claws dig into the plush of your thighs, keeping you pinned nice and steady for him while keeping your knees locked over his shoulders. And tendrils writhe and wander over your form. One is secured around your waist, keeping you held down, while another lay gently across your throat.

Not choking, not even close. But definitely reminding you of your position under his ministrations.

His tongue flattened on your clit and sawed against it quickly, the barbs on his tongue making your legs tremble and shudder with a pathetic whine.

His thumb gently soothed your skin as his grip softened marginally on your thigh. A unspoken ‘I love you’ and ‘You’re doing so well.’

He’s the kind that won’t stop until he’s drawn five or six from your aching heat and you’re spent enough to fall asleep for the night.

You yell when he jerks you to the edge of the bed his tongue writhing against your folds until it weasels its way into your twitching hole.

The vibration when he groans against your pussy makes you whine, and soft begs started to fall from your mouth.

“Why would I ever stop?” He murmured in a counter to your little begs.

His tongue squirmed inside your pussy, expertly curling and applying nuzzling pressure to that soft spot that sent sparks toward your clit.

And a primal groan escaped your throat as your back arched from the mattress. Your hand reached for anything, little grabby motions that trembled and sought purchase for comfort to another crest of bliss.

Your found an arm squeezing its way up your up, your side, and over your ribs to grasp and tug at your breast. Your nails created little crescents on his skin, not that you could ever pierce it.

You squirmed when his canines teased the inside of your thigh.

And you relaxed when his tongue slowly stilled and eventually retracted, earning a soft whine from your lips.

“Beg, baby, let me hear that sweet honey voice turn to filth.” He murmured against your thigh. And you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and expectant.

You wanted to shrink from the attention, blush overriding your flushed senses. But regardless, you stuttered out a pathetic sounding beg.

“Mm-mm.” He hummed negatively against your swollen pussy, now pressing soft kisses to it, nuzzling his way past your lips to flick your clit with his tongue, making your hips jolt despite his tendril pinning your waist down.

From the sheer desperation, you let whatever words that bounced around your skull fall from your lips. You didn’t care how filthy they were, nor how it made Offender chuckle with pleasant surprise.

“There you go, baby, what a good little toy you’re being for me.” He groaned against your pussy, the bed shifted slightly as he rocks his length against the mattress.

He was grinding in his own desperation, moaning and growling with vibrations against your clit.

You were whining, your voice growing louder with a crescendo. He fought against your bucking hips, and bringing his hand up your thigh, squeezing appreciatively before dipping his fingers into your slick with a sound that should shame you.

It only took a few curls on his fingers and five seconds of a ‘plap-plap’ sound, combined with his obsessive attention to your clit to bring your over that final crest of seeing stars spark in your vision.

But he never let himself cum, with delicious torture he enjoyed edging his self to your every orgasm until his briefs were soaked with precum.

Only then he’d finish you off. But tonight? No. Not tonight.

You were spent, panting and trembling and twitching your hips when his breath ghosted over your heat.

“I want another one.” He growled, hitching a sharp gasp when he attacked his mouth full force on your sopping, puffy pussy.

Oh noo! :(( Are you alright?

You’ll have plenty of other birthdays but only one body, so it’s best to sacrifice a birthday to take care of yourself.

Considering of the mass amount of fics I have…I’m not totally sure. I do have an older one that I haven’t updated in a while, however. I’d say it’s easily around 800 pieces of work or so to find and organize in my blog archive.

However, if you’re looking for specifics, I can usually find them for you :)

Thank you so much my dear anon!!