#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?

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.

[|✧ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ✧|]

── .✦ 🐇 | Think Habit is annoying now? Get ready for him to be 100 times worse and absolutely insufferable.

── .✦ 🐇 | He will dig you out from under blankets, pillows, and out of whatever nest you’ve built for yourself whenever he wants to talk to you. You will have zero alone time. He says bunnies are supposed to be social creatures anyway.

── .✦ 🐇 | Oddly obsessed with your pawed feet, if you bounce them up and down or have your feet in the air, he’ll grab them and squish at your paw pads. On the same note, he does things deliberately to make you mad, just to see you thump your feet against the ground in agitation.

── .✦ 🐇 | He boops your nose when you’re frustrated, outright laughs at you whenever your nose twitches in agitation, finds it even funnier when it pisses you off more.

── .✦ 🐇 | He knows you can’t stomach meat, but he won’t stop cooking it either. Every so often, he’ll try to feed it to you, even when you whine at him and scrunch your nose. He’ll eat rabbit meat around you with no shame at all.

── .✦ 🐇 | His hunting instincts were bad already, but they are definitely worse when you resemble something so edible to him. He threatens to eat you alive every other day, and you can never quite tell when he’s joking or not.

── .✦ 🐇 | He gets a certain type of cuteness aggression where he nips at you and squeezes the crap out of you and may or may not take a chunk out of you. It’s a weird mix of hunting instinct and his particular liking for you.

── .✦ 🐇 | He finds you even easier to read than most people, with your ears and animalistic behaviors, he finds himself being able to predict your actions and moods easily.

── .✦ 🐇 | Habit’s nest becomes your nest whenever he decides to trust you enough to give you free roam of his bedroom. He thinks it’s cute when you bunch up his blankets, pillows, and clothes, or when you try to make his mess of a curtained bed neater. He takes it surprisingly seriously if the nest stresses you out; he tidies it. If you like a messy nest, he brings back more random shit to add to it.

── .✦ 🐇 | If you’re a nervous bunny, it’s about 50/50 whether or not he helps it or makes it worse on any given basis. On one hand, he’ll chase you, grab you, use your paws and ears as a stress toy, and stress you tf out. On the other hand, he’ll make you feel mostly protected and safe from other people, just not from him.

── .✦ 🐇 | If you’re the type of nervous bunny to hide from him, he won’t take it well at all. He’ll drag you out from whatever hiding spot you’re in, even out of your nest if he has to. He might even treat it like a game to find you. He thinks you’re better off just hiding in his arms if you’re that nervous or scared.

── .✦ 🐇 | Takes advantage of being able to grab you and squeeze you tightly enough to get you to freeze out of instinct. It gives a little bit of peace of mind that he can catch you, and you’ll barely fight back.

── .✦ 🐇 | He listens to your heartbeat a lot, he knows your instincts are always screaming at you to run from him, and it reflects in the way your heart stutters when he holds you tight and how your pawed feet twitch like you're ready to bolt.

── .✦ 🐇 | The size difference is a bit jarring; you’re either about half his height or at least a foot or two shorter than him (for once in the life of his semi-human form). He doesn’t mind the size difference, but having to put step stools around and things to accommodate your size either annoys him or amuses him.

── .✦ 🐇 | If you have any small patches of fur on your body, he can’t help but pet them absentmindedly when he’s holding you. Or if you have fur on the back of your neck, for example, he’ll grab at it to get your attention instead of grabbing at your ears or tail.

── .✦ 🐇 | He goes hunting a lot more often now. If you ask him about it, he just gives you a vague response about being ‘pent up’. But it doesn’t escape your notice that he targets more and more bunny hybrids now.

── .✦ 🐇 | Doesn’t mind you chinning him or nudging and nuzzling him to spread your scent on him and his clothes. He doesn’t mind your scent and finds an odd amount of comfort in it.

── .✦ 🐇 | Will let you nibble at his fingers or arms, but get ready for him to nip at your ears and paws in return.

── .✦ 🐇 | He can’t keep his hands off your ears. If your ears are sensitive, he takes the time to rub them, nip at them, and squeeze them, just to see you needy and flushed red for him.

── .✦ 🐇 | He pokes fun at the way you nibble at your food or act peckish. But he’ll indulge your need for snack stashes in odd places; he makes sure you have an assortment of snacks in your nest. The fewer reasons you have to leave it, the better for him.

── .✦ 🐇 | He acts annoyed, but he’ll let you groom him if you absolutely want to. The extent of it would probably be letting you brush out his hair and file down his claws a bit, though, not much else.

── .✦ 🐇 | Threatens to put you in a bunny cage or a kennel in his bedroom if he’s annoyed. He hasn’t done it yet, but you wouldn’t put it past him to try it.

── .✦ 🐇 | If you ever flop over around him, he’ll pet your sides and belly. He sort of equates it to the same reason that a dog might roll over and treats it the same way, as a sign of submission and a desire for affection.

[|✧ 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ✧|]

── .✦ 🐇 | Grabs your bunny ears when you give him head and uses them as handlebars to thrust deeper down your throat. Alternatively, he’ll grab them in one hand and tug on them when he’s fucking you from behind to get you to arch your back for him.

── .✦ 🐇 | Thinks it’s funny when you start to circle him a bunch, do it too much, and he’ll pick you up and bend you over or pin you to the nearest surface available. Or he’ll simply pick you up and spin you around in his arms until you’re dizzy, then toss you and pin you against a couch or mattress.

── .✦ 🐇 | Bite him out of instinct and he’ll take it as invitation to bite back ten times as hard to even the playing field.

── .✦ 🐇 | Definitely takes advantage of your high libido. But that doesn’t stop him from slightly shaming you and teasing you for it. If you get needy, he’ll edge you until you’re a sobbing mess.

── .✦ 🐇 |  Speaking of the size difference again, it’s downright pornographic, even if you aren’t the smallest bunny hybrid ever, the size difference is still significant. If the stretch was bad before, it’s downright painful now, and now he’s pretty much forced to go slower with you and give you time to adjust; he doesn’t want to break you or tear you up too badly before he can have his fun again.

── .✦ 🐇 | If he’s fucking you from behind, he might pinch at your tail or toy with it between his fingers. He likes to watch how your tail twitches or flicks rapidly in response to him pumping his cock in and out of you.

── .✦ 🐇 | He enjoys being with someone who can finally match his stamina. You can’t fully keep up, but you can keep up better than the average human. He can take you for a few more rounds and maybe even get a little worn out himself, or get to a point that he gets bored enough to quit and move on to something else.

── .✦ 🐇 | Any sort of squirming or wriggling from you turns him on, it sets off yet another hunting instinct in him, and makes him keen on pinning you down underneath him or caging you in with his spider pincers or claws.

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