#slenderverse x reader

tim 🚬

its just a toy with some supernatural stigma, best not to touch it or be concerned with it at all. that is, until tim realizes it looks strikingly similar to you - that's when he’ll pick it up, only to inspect it at first. comb back the threads of your hair, straighten out the wrinkles in your little outfit. after a couple minor adjustments, tim’s just about ready to put the doll behind a glass case for safe keeping. except, of course, when everyone has gone to sleep and tim feels like cradling your small, stuffed body in his hand while using other to palm his cock. the shape of your name graces his lips as he squeezes the fragile figure with especial care not break any part of you. 

you hiss, inhaling through your teeth at the weight on your ribs. it's pulsating, coiling around your waist and then releasing you u expectedly. the crushing pressure stings but it also feels really warm and impassioned. your body squirms helplessly against the constriction until it suddenly - stops.

brian 👁️‍🗨️

holy shit, a doll that looks exactly like you? he can hardly believe his luck, immediately deciding it belongs to him. brian's so pleased with how perfect the details are - the color of the buttons in place of your eyes, your delicate proportions, those painted rosy cheeks. it even has that scar that brian loves looking at on the real you embroidered on its skin. doll-you has its place under brian’s pillow waiting for him to come to bed and rub his boner between its little, soft legs. brian mutters dirty little praises to you like you're really there, gripping the doll by the center and dragging it along his hard length. he makes sure doll-you is clear of his mess, normally he finishes into his hand for easy clean up. 

your cheeks immediately flush red at the invasive sensation between your thighs. it feels big, unnaturally big, sliding itself in the valley between your legs. you yelp, unsure of what to do besides tolerate the experience - your mouth watering, hips bucking up involuntarily to meet the invisible force.

toby 🪓

your little, crafty replica is too cute for him to bear - he gets mad cuteness aggression, pulling on your little sewn up limbs, plucking at the loose threads and stuffing. you for sure are going everywhere with him in his pocket, a special spot in his satchel actually. the pocket’s big enough for the entire figure to fit inside and toby keeps it tucked away safely, only unzipping it to stroke the doll for his own comfort. when he’s alone, he’s planting loving, messy kisses over the doll’s face and body. he’ll rub his cheek into it’s head and chest, its little hairs catching on his exposed teeth. toby will just do that while rubbing himself over his pants if he’s missing you extra, on top of showering it with more kisses while he jerks off to the thought of you later. 

you’re in a panic because for seemingly no reason at all, a wave of heavy pressure sweeps across your face and blocks your airways. the force feels chaotic and needy, moving without method or reason. no matter how hard you gasp and bat away the air, you’re being smothered in that unseen force, suffocating you and treasuring you all at once.

habit 🔪

a voodoo doll is scary enough, but the real curse is habit finding out that it exists. he’s so fascinated how it looks just like you and boy, does he have plans for it. being an extraplanar entity himself, habit can sense the supernatural energy coming off the little puppet, but he frankly doesn’t give a fuck if you feel any of what he’s about to do. he’ll tear the doll’s chest open just to see if the stuffing matches your real organs, letting out a disappointed huff to find plain rolled cotton inside. he rips off your limbs and reattaches them, cuts off all your hair, pushing its limits before destruction. when he realizes the doll always resets to normal the following day, he’s bored of that. finally, he just slices a hole in the crease between the dolls legs and sticks his dick inside. he’ll fuck the little doll-you, enjoying the perverted obscenity of the act more so than the feeling of torn fabric on his cock. he knows he’s a nasty fuck for using it that way, but it’s not like the poor little toy has any say in the matter. 

the searing, inexplicable pain is near intolerable as habit carries out his experimentation. your skin is on fire, bones feel like they’re being shattered, and your heart feels like it’s stopped - all while your body remains perfectly unscathed. one misery ends just for another to overtake you and tears sting your eyes as an invisible being stretches you open without warning. it’s heavy, ruthless, greedy, it feels like you’re actually being fucked. you can’t help but wiggle and latch onto the disembodied sensation, despite your lack of understanding of what’s actually happening to you. it'll all be over soon... right?

🜏 regards... first time writing habit don't kill me! no i have not finished emh YET but i feel like this was fitting to include him so my bad if its ooc or wtv :p part 2 + part 3 will be in the works! just needed to get these first couple scenarios out there before i fall asleep lol.

TOBY

You always loved painting, it was an escape for you, something that eased your mind. So, it was only natural for you to want to paint your boyfriend, Tobias rogers.

You spent most of your time painting him. getting his anatomy just right, capturing his toothy grin with the scarred gash on his cheek, He was fucking perfect in your eyes.

"Just a little longer, hun" you hummed, swiping the last few brush strokes on the canvas.

"A-alright, no r-rush or anything." Toby said softly. He loved your paintings, and he never wanted you to feel rushed when doing them, he'd sit for days if thats what he needed to do.

"Alright! Done, let me know what you think." You smiled warmly, showing him the finished canvas.

Toby's jaw dropped, per usual. There was no way you weren't a literal fucking angel, you had to be. A sweet sweet angel that was going to have him on his knees by the end of the night. He wouldnt have it any other way.

Eyeless jack

You and Jack have been together for quite some time. While most of the other's went out of their way to avoid him, you were the complete opposite, seeking him out whenever you could. Jack found it annoying at first, but with time, your presence started to grow on him.

Now you two were basically inseparable, and he'd find himself being the one seeking you out instead.

You had a hobby in sculpting, always Making interesting sculptures of whatever you found interesting at the time. Now, when it came to thinking of what to gift jack, you had the perfect idea.

Sitting in your workshop, you got to work on making a piece that you thought he'd really like and appreciate, a realistic human heart. So for a long while you took your time sculpting out the organ, letting it dry, firing it, then glazing and firing it a second time. After all of the steps were complete, it was finally done!

You knocked on the door to Jack's study, gently pushing it open. "Hey jack, I have something for youu" you smiled big, clearly excited about whatever you had to show him.

Jack's eyes drifted downwards, noticing the way you were carrying something behind your back. "Hello, dear... What might that be?"

Jack's was always hard to read, but you had found that very subtle things gave him away. His ears were twitching slightly, picking up on any sounds you might make, his tail also swished behind him, showing his honest attentiveness.

You smiled even wider, just a little proud of the fact that you had come this far with him. "I made this for you." You held out the sculpted heart infront of him, waiting in silence for his reaction.

He remained silent for a good few seconds, but his face and body language was giving him away, hard. You noticed the pretty blue blush on his cheeks, and the even more rapid swishing of his tail. He would genuinley give you the fucking moon if he could, his heart was absolutely soaring.

Jack cleared his throat, snapping out of his loving daze for a moment " thankyou my love, its so beautiful." He said softly, his voice just below a whisper. Thats how you knew you got him good.

HABIT

Habit had been out of the house more recently, leaving you to your own devices. This wasnt anything out of the ordinary for habit, and it was something you'd gotten used to pretty fast.

You assumed he was either out torturing some poor soul, or doing whatever else habit did when he was away... not that you'd wanna find out.

You were just fine and content sitting there on the couch, doing whatever you could while you had some time to yourself. you sat with a small bowl of some beads infront of you.

In your boredome, one thing you happened to like doing was making crafts, usually little bracelets, or decor for your room. Something to make you feel just a little bit more normal.

An odd thing about habit was while yes, he was a complete jerk, he also seemed to accommodate you in ways you never expected. It was clear that he took note of your liking for crafting. Habit would come home with random little trinkets and beads he had found or picked up. He would either give them to you himself, or he would put them in the container you kept all your crafting supplies in. Either way, he would shrug if off and tell you not to read too much into it.

Too bad you were a pro at reading into things.

So when you really thought about it, you were grateful that he had been giving you these little nick nacks. He had to care somewhat if he was doing all this, your collection of trinkets had doubled in size ever since he had noticed you had a thing for them.

You wanted to show that gratitude, by making something small, but no less meaningful. Looking into the bowl of beads you had picked out, there were some purple and black ones, along with a rabbit and wolf charm.

Habit had gotten home a few hours later. He had that familiar blood iron scent on his skin that never seemed to fully go away, even when he was perfectly clean.

He noticed you, still sitting on the couch, with something in your hand. "Mmm, its late bun." He hummed, seemingly in a good mood, but you never knew with him.

"I made this.. with some of the stuff you gave me." You murmured softly, holding out the bracelet in your hands.

He stared at your outstretched hand for a moment before scoffing. "You're giving me a bracelet? Really, rabbit??" He crossed his arms, grinning. "You must have serious fuckin brain damage if you think im wearing this."

His words sounded harsh, but they didnt meet his eyes. You heard him huff before he snatched the bracelet out of your hands, striding off into his room.

The next day you scoffed as you saw the bracelet on his wrist. Bringing it up was futile though, because apparently in his words, he never told you he wouldnt wear it.

Theoretically, it was supposed to be a normal morning; you and Evan had spent the night together—one of the few times HABIT didn't take control and become insufferable, killing the mood and turning what was meant to be a steamy night between you and Evan into five hours of him monologuing.

You could still recall the night before, just before drifting off in Evan’s arms, when you’d said to him: "I wish you and HABIT could separate."

You were drowsy—naturally—and Evan had just chuckled, telling you that maybe one day it could be just the two of you.

Back to the present morning: you had barely settled into the day's rhythm when two faces entered your field of vision. There was Evan, looking confused and nauseous, and... Evan again? But this one wore an almost cruel smile—or perhaps the smile of someone finding humor in a situation that was, for anyone else, a total nightmare.

"Evan?" you asked hesitantly, referring to your boyfriend—or well, one of them, the one with slightly longer hair. This "Evan" let out a mocking laugh before saying, "Wrong, Bunny. Want to try again? Though you can say the name again; the sissy here is probably about to burst a nut." He laughed again after saying it—an uncomfortable, raspy sound.

HABIT—whom you could now recognize, your mind fully awake—slammed a hand onto Evan’s shoulder, shaking him as if they were lifelong friends, rather than the demon who basically destroyed every aspect of Evan’s life, taking his girlfriend, his baby, and all his friends along with it.

"You should’ve seen his face when he woke up. You asked for us to separate, and now we’re separated—right, Bunny? I’m an amazing boyfriend; I know, I know."

The rest of the morning was a chaotic mess that no one unfamiliar with HABIT's particular brand could possibly endure.

Evan was still stunned at first, but suddenly he threw himself on top of himself, or rather, on top of HABIT, who continued to taunt him even as Evan was hitting him hard.

You, as usual, ended up getting between them, separating a breathing-inducing Evan from a blood-covered HABIT who wrapped his arms around your waist, giving it a light squeeze. "Little Evan's upset, come on, bro, you can always fuck your little whore and have another one. I won't eat it… so soon. I mean, the first one didn't even taste that great."

And just as you had separated them, the two ended up fighting again, this time with Evan holding a machete to his neck and shouting obscenities you had no idea he was capable of.

With a weary sigh, you stood behind him and took his hand. "As much as I'd like to do it myself, you know it's pointless, Ev, just let him," you reminded him, slowly forcing him to release the machete handle.

"You should at least let me hit him, he's a bastard." Evan exclaimed, though still fuming, he backed away from HABIT, not without spitting in his face. With clear rage still coursing through his body, he grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder.

The silence was broken only by Evan's breathing and the sound of HABIT shifting on the floor, as if the entity had decided it wasn't finished yet.

"You know? He's definitely checking out your tits, angel."

Evan tried to deny it, despite his face turning red, his voice cracking into a pitiful croak, and pushing you aside to get up and argue with HABIT again.