#slenderverse x reader

He's frequently running his hands through his raven black hair (perhaps a nervous fidget), adjusting the strands so they fall neatly to one side. What he doesn't touch often are the sideburns, he thinks they look best grown out naturally with minimal trimming.

When Tim's not behind the mask and taupe bomber jacket, he wears a lot of flannels layered over a wife beater and his worn out Levi's. His leather belt with the clanky buckle and mud-coated boots look ready to be replaced.

"One way to do it, I guess"

"I might not be an expert but-"

"Have we thought about this?"

Tim likes to think he's a straightforward man, but his faith in others is easily shaken and he's quick to voice his doubts and concerns. You'll catch him with his chin to his chest, pitching the bridge of his nose in anguish at the haphazard crew of unstable outcasts.

"Christ, you guys are stupid."

Smoke breaks are frequent and Tim makes an effort to be a gentleman about it, especially around Sally, even though she's technically much older than him. He usually disappears without a word, only stopping his tracks to extend an invitation to you.

"Taking a step out, you coming?"

You hardly refuse, you love to watch his somber expression as he pulls the smoke into his lungs and blows it out through the corner of his lips. His eyebrows permanently fixed in a furrowed position, except when you fill the silence with your brain vomit.

His brows curve inward, a smile tugging at his cheek. You puzzle him sometimes, with your trivial fanatics and theoretical contemplations.

"You're strange, you know that?"

"That's why you're with me, I guess."

That one time you brought a tiny, yipping animal home to make your pet, he rolled his eyes and reached for his cigarette pack. At first, watched you tend and play with it through the thin slits of his eyelids. Tim couldn't help but grow a soft spot for the furball, he kind of saw it as an extension or reflection of you.

"Great, more responsibility that I didn't ask for."

"...Can I pick it up?"

Tim would never admit that he's a bit a of a people pleaser, but more than that, the act of service might just be his life's purpose. He's not only very physically capable, but attentive and obeys your whim even if reluctantly. Your happiness fills the gaping void in his stomach and for a moment, he'll unclench his jaw to see the satisfaction in your smile.

"You know how much I love you, darling."

"Just say the words."

"I'm still the boss around here."

The brawny man maintains his figure with a hearty, game based diet and lots of strength training. During his push up set, Tim tells you to sit on his back for "additional resistance". He just loves to hear your giggles as your body shifts up and down with him as he pushes off the ground. He's frequently giving you piggy back rides or throwing you over his shoulder.

You made a habit of leaning against a beam on the porch to watch the boys chop firewood. Tim brings the axe down onto the plank and you swoon at the way his muscles contract and expand, his breathy grunts and the glistening beads of sweat that fly off when he flips his hair.

"Liking what you see, darling?"

Occupational circumstances make date night complicated. Nevertheless, Tim tries to make them feel as normal as humanly possible. He makes sure you both clean up nice and share a meal, even if it's just a fast food and drive-in movie.

"Get dolled up for me."

"Our usual routine."

Tim is a sucker for the softness of you. Your sweet face, your plush skin, the soft brush of your hair, the tenderness of your kiss. It disarms him, weakens the walls he puts up around him. It also strikes a pang of fear in him, knowing his tendencies and the violent spiral of a life he's gotten himself into.

"Being with you makes me feel normal."

"I'm not an easy man to keep."

"So sweet on me, aren't you?"

His kiss is needy but magnetic, he takes little breaths between each moment of contact with your lips, trying to draw it out and cherish the moment longer. His big hands settle on the sides of your hips, leaving a warm sting on your skin as he's pulling you closer to his burly body.

"Let me love you, gorgeous."

"Christ, you're perfect."

God, his fingers. His hands are thick, powerfully built, and he's absolutely addicted to how soft, wet, and warm your pussy feels as he curling his fingers inside you. A cocky grin on his face as he pushes in and out of your gummy walls, making a sticky mess between your thighs and his hand.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"I'm all yours, darling."

You hiccup, giving him appreciative nods when he uses his palm to rub your clit. He gives you sighing pecks on your face and neck as you clench and writhe in his arms.

Tim loves fucking you in every position possible, but he won't deny he loves the view when you're riding him reverse cowgirl. The bounce of your ass slapping against his stomach has him nearly drooling, his fingertips gripping your waist to grind you harder on his throbbing cock.

"Such a good bunny."

"Show me what you learned, baby."

"Use your words."

You undo him in every way, Tim loves seeing how delicate and meek you get when you're feeling good. He gives you deep, determined thrusts that have your body rippling from the impact, just so he can listen to you mewl and watch you shudder.

The bulging head of his cock swipes over your sweet spots over and over, leaving both of you a breathless, blissful trance. That's when his instincts take over his body and Tim's not even in control of how relentlessly he fucks you anymore.

"Just like that."

"Fuck yes."

"God, I love fucking you."

Tim has to finish inside you. It gets him off so hard to think about your womb full of his seed and him being your baby daddy. Can Tim realistically father a child? Fuck no. Does the thrill of danger make him lose all rationale and drive him over the edge? Well...

Then, Tim lets out a long, throaty grunt, cock pulsating inside you as he empties his hot, sticky load inside your beaten, aching pussy.

"I'm so close, gonna drain my cock inside you."

"You ready to take it?"

"Gonna give you little bunnies of your own."

While your body is still sprawled over the sheets, naked, sore, and heaving, he takes a few recharging breaths before getting back on his feet.

He'll get dressed swiftly, leaving the team to return with a glass of water, a towel, and a set of clean pajamas. Tim's hand finds the underside of your chin as you stack yourself back up slowly, pulling your face up to give you a covetous kiss.

"Tell me you love me, that's right."

🜏[regards... dedicated to my proxy twin and tim's lover @purrsonline, check out their blog or else. im no stickler about mischaracterization but i loveee canon tim so i tried to be faithful to mh tim with my creative takes.]

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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.