Part of their Family (Slender mansion x Reader Chapter 1)
something something... finally getting into writing that interactive longfic ive been wanting to do for a few months! not every chapter, but hopefully a lot of chances at the end of a chapter for you guys to determine what the reader does next! this will be crossposted on ao3 as well, so readers there will also have an influence on what choices the reader makes! you guys only get one shot, not going to bother with creating a whole tree network to do several routes... so make your choice count!
notes: gn human reader, youre kind of going through it, youve only been here a week and you dont really wanna stay, THIS CHAPTER HAS A CHOICE TO BE MADE AT THE END, mostly an introduction chapter... STATE YOUR CHOICE IN THE COMMENTS!
Word count: 4.7k
CWs: general expected topics, blood and death even if its not as intense as itll be later one
This was wrong in every sense of the word.
Not only should you not be alive right now, but you shouldn’t be lying here in a bed that wasn’t yours last week. The mattress was still covered in basic bedding- black with grey accented comforters. Pillows that were too soft- unused- and covered in plain black cases. The room barely looked lived in. Except… that wasn’t entirely true. Tiny holes where nails and thumbtacks once held postered and pictures showed a vague past of someone living here before you. Where they had gone, however…
Your hands feel uncomfortably warm as they drag over your face in an attempt to force the dizziness from your eyes as your blurred gaze tries to map out the texture of the ceiling in an attempt to self soothe. It did nothing for you.
The transition of running with screaming sirens and blasting lights tailing you into the woods- to the tense but otherwise calmer atmosphere that took place just downstairs… it all blurred together- and if you hadn’t just seen the residents of this place nearly everyday for the past week you’d have thought they were all a twisted concoction crafted by your brain as it melted in its stew of adrenaline and stress. You couldn’t even recall what you managed to say to not get jumped by everyone in the living room. Only the Lord knew that- knives and claws still hung in the back of your mind. The hours following were a blur.
You were shown up to your “new room”, and given names to tack onto faces… names you still struggled to recall.
A place where killers- human and monster- found shelter. It wasn’t a home. The pieces of information you managed to snag onto on your hundredth attempt to backtrack offered you that much.
People came. People left. Some stayed long term, some making it their permanent home- some mansion in the middle of the woods. How it hadn’t been discovered by outsiders wasn’t brushed on as far as you could recall. The odds of you finding it while stumbling around in the dark were still greater than the odds of you bullshitting your way into making them believe you were just like them.
The limp hand by your head still had dried blood stuck under your nails. You hadn’t had the will to pick the flakes out. Just looking at the brownish red buildup made your skin crawl.
You were just like them, even if for just a moment.
Finally with a strangled huff you shove yourself up off of the bed and trudged to the bathroom connected to your- no, not your room- the room. Inside was just as plain as the bedroom was. There was no personalization, and only the bare minimum was there. Hygiene products and towels- no brands were visible. In fact there were zero labels on any of the bottles… and you’ve yet to take the time to figure out what was what. You had cornered yourself in the room for the past seven days to go over what your next plan was. The only time you left was to briefly scope out the mansion’s layout- doing your best to avoid being spotted by its residents.
The water is turned all the way to the left to heat it- steam fogging the mirror in front of you. Maybe that was for the best- you didn’t look like yourself. Your eyes were sunken and held dark circles under them, and you were in desperate need for a shower. Food was the last thing on your mind, and sitting down at the table with… everyone… didn’t sit right with you. The heat of the water doesn’t fully register as you tuck your fingers under the faucet- what was hopefully soap squeezed onto your hand… It felt very much like lotion instead. The lack of lather and bubbles confirmed that. Not that you fully noticed.
The mix up was the least of your worries as you worked your nails under each other to pick the blood out- scraping them against the inside of your palm to at least try to work the not-soap underneath.
You couldn’t stay here, but you couldn’t leave either. The moment you stepped into town you’d be caught. The surrounding towns probably weren’t safe, either… not to mention in the heat of everything you left everything behind. Not just your life, but your possessions as well. You silently cursed your town for not having a proper bus system. At least then you could have put some quick distance between here and literally anywhere else.
The scratching of your nails against your palm intensified near to tearing through your skin- you probably would have ripped your hand right open if it weren’t for the sudden sharp knock on the bedroom’s door.
Two quick knocks… a pause, and then a third knock.
Whatever was put on your hands was rinsed away under the water. A quick survey of your nails revealed that you only got a little more than half the gunk out from under them.
That’s all it was now- gunk. Your hands nearly froze against the cooler air as you shook the remaining droplets off of you. With still damp hands you run them through your hair to at least try to make it… neater.
Initially convincing everyone in this house that you were a killer on the loose like them was one thing. It was the truth, afterall.
But convincing them that it was something you wanted and aimed for was a totally different thing. Most weren’t nosy enough to ask for the details. But a particular pair of men seemed to want all the details. A burned man, and a clown- their names currently escaping you.
Their eagerness was enough to instantly turn you away. No effort was made on your end to run into them- despite the clown’s continuous efforts to stop you by the door to interrogate you on your favorite candies.
The pile of which still sat untouched at a small desk set up in the corner.
Another quick series of knocks pulls you out of your current stream of thoughts.
Your hand moves forward to the knob- dampened skin sticking slightly to the curve of it. The grip shifts and the sound of flesh pulling away a split second later… only slightly drowned out against the dull settling of the building. Someone was moving on the other side of the door judging by the soft creak of the wooden floor. With clenching teeth you draw in a slow breath- and a halfhearted attempt to relax your jaw that failed- and pull the door open.
The burned man stood on the other side- and even with a face that struggled to convey intended emotions… he looked irritated. The fact he didn’t pound on your door like he had the other morning when he was sent to fetch you for breakfast was a surprise that slipped right past you. Unlike you, he looked like he had just woken up. The gashes in his cheek showed his jaw was just as tense as yours as his teeth grinded together.
“‘Bout fuckin time,” He hissed- nearly clicking his teeth together as he side stepped. His sunken eyes darted across your weary frame. “You look like shit.”
The distorted nostrils that stretched across his face flexed. “You smell like shit.” He muttered as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his black sweats.
You grit your teeth and force a smile. Even though he was probably right, there was something in the way he looked at you that irked you.
“Morning to you too-” You trail off. What was his name again?
It started with a J- at least… you think it did. There were multiple people with names that start with J.
James? Jay? John?
“-Jim,” You spit out before the pause dragged out for too long. The man’s teeth clicked again to form a scoff as his face scrunched as best as it could.
“You think you’re fuckin funny huh?” He hissed as he turned on his heel and began to sulk off to the stairs down the hall. “It’s Jeff,” He added- nearly barking over his shoulder. He wasn’t going to wait for you to follow. It seemed that he had already just about done what he was sent to do. He mutters something under his breath- before speaking up again. “Food’s downstairs.”
Jeff.
Right.
Jeff stomps down the stairs.
You shift the awkward lump around in your throat- and hope that following after an already angry killer wouldn’t draw attention to you.
It did.
At least, your presence itself drew attention. You hadn’t actually come downstairs to the table to eat with everyone else yet. If you could you would skip this meal just to stay away but hunger can push people to do things they wouldn’t normally do… maybe a meal could cure the brain fog currently plaguing your mind- and as soon as you were recovered you could come up with a plan. A real plan.
The chatter at the table dies for a moment before slowly picking back up.
Thirteen people sat at the table. Fourteen plates were set across it. There were two empty spaces.
An empty seat roughly in the middle between the massive clown- who’s plate was overflowing with candy- and Jeff already glaring down into his food as he made work on his breakfast. Sitting across was…
Helen you believed. The name in particular sticking thanks to it being, at least in your mind, nontraditional for a man. His plate caught your eye. Almost arranged in the same way as food influencers on your phone’s feed set their meals.
In an odd way you missed endlessly scrolling the internet and watching the world turn to shit. You missed seeing people cook eggs for their ramen and arrange the bowl nicely for the camera. You never got the chance to do that despite saving countless videos on a phone that was now God knows where.
The other spare seat was towards the lower end- at the very end actually. Your neighbors would have been a masked woman who didn’t partake in any of the table’s conversation… and a tall lanky creature in a polka dotted suit; who was currently cutting up pancakes for the little girl who would be sitting across from you.
Sally. You remembered her name too. It was hard to forget her after she nearly hounded you- running as fast as her short legs could carry her- the second she saw you leave your room one evening to map out the mansions layout. She wanted to play a game- and was more than a little disappointed when you rejected her.
You almost felt… bad. Staring at the back of her cracked head made your guts twist in a sad sort of way. Killer or not, she had to have been here for a reason.
“EJ’s not coming down again?” Someone piped up- her face carried scars nearly identical to Jeffs. Her singular visible eye fixed right on you- a quick smile was flashed your way- before her gaze darted around you.
“Said he’s not hungry.” Jeff grumbled through a mouthful of egg. No further questioning on the missing party.
The creature cutting Sally’s pancakes turned to you- a quiet thank you from the girl reminding you that his name was Splendor.
“Why don’t you sit next to me this morning, Dear?”
Splendor’s voice was warm and carried a sort of softness to it. A stark contrast to the growl Jeff had served you with just a minute ago…and you’d rather sit next to the eight foot tall cryptid than him at the moment. Splendor’s mouth widened as you took a half step towards him- followed by another. Delaying your short journey to the table would only draw attention.
“I’m glad you’ve decided to join us this morning, you must be starving,” He commented as you pulled your chair close to the table.
Everyone else had already served themselves. Most had regular morning meals consisting of eggs and a meat side of some sort. Potatoes and berries. Cereal and milk were set on the table as well as slices of toast and various spreads. Juices and water were available as well.
You couldn’t help it. You were taken aback from the sheer variety in front of you. How and where they got the food couldn’t even begin to be fathomed. Everything looked so fresh- and just like the bottles in the bathroom, the items that were still in packaging had no real labels or brands slapped onto them. It looked almost too cartoonishly generic- like it had just spawned in.
The sudden sickly churn of your stomach demanded that you finally put something in it.
“Slenderman didn’t know how you liked your eggs so you get scrambled like me!” Sally suddenly piped up as Splendor presented a small bowl of said eggs to you.
Your eyes dart to the faceless man seated at the head of the table. He had no plate set in front of him. Even just looking at him made your head feel fuzzy. Your eyes are torn back to the eggs.
“If they don’t like eggs I can always spare ‘em some candy,” The clown snickered between sharp teeth.
“I don’t know how you can stand eating so much sugar… I know that’s like your thing Jack, but,” A goggle wearing man cut in. Nina plucked a purple wrapped candy from Jack’s plate. The goggled man made a face.
You silently take the eggs from Splendor to rid him of the burden of hovering the bowl in the air in front of you. The chatter is tuned out as you build a plate for yourself. Eggs. Some fruit. Water, of course. Your tongue stuck uncomfortably to the walls of your mouth. Splendor was more than eager to fetch whatever you had eyed for more than a few seconds. A word of thanks clunkily fell from your lips as he served you.
All things considered, as long as you ignored the odd appearances of everyone at the table… the moment felt normal. Groggy small talk of those who had just woken up floats lazily through the air as plans for the day are made. Silverware clinks against glass plates and cups clack to the table- save for the light plastic one that Sally held.
“You didn’t bring Ben down?” The goggled man asked Jeff.
Toby. That’s what his name was… maybe… Just Toby. Jeff adjusted his grip around the fork in his hand… and got a little too annoyed when the piece of egg hanging on fell back onto his plate. “Nah, he’s sulking that I beat him last night. Not that he can eat so. Whatever.” He grunted as he stabbed the fork back into his egg. Toby hummed slightly before shifting around the shredded hashbrowns on his plate… drowned in syrup.
“Well if he’s feeling d-down to it later I can do a round with him later,” He paused as he slapped the back of his fork to the potatoes. “Think he’d throw a tantrum if I win?”
A snort comes from Jeff.
The food was… nice. You had to admit it, even if you weren’t currently biting back your hunger induced nausea. Everything tasted as fresh as it looked. The water felt refreshing as it slid down your dry cracked throat.
“Maybe we can play a-after I come back from…” Toby flicked his eyes to Slenderman. The air felt like it thickened for a second. Both the creature and Toby stayed still for a second. “It’s just a walk through to make sure no one’s m-messing around, shouldn’t take too long,” He added after a few seconds. The two masked men next to him shifted slightly.
One in white, and the other in black. Both having not said a word as far as your eavesdropping could tell. “What game were you thinking?” Jeff pushed his plate an inch forward as he decided fighting with his food while he was already pissy wasn’t worth it.
The sliding of the glass was covered by the sudden excited gasp of Sally. Her tiny hands patted the table as she stretched forward towards you, fingers spread out as her giant bright green eyes fixed right onto you.
“You said we’d play another day-!” Her eyes widened in an attempt to give you her best puppy dog eyes. “And it’s another day now-”
“Sally,” Splendor scolded gently. “They’re still adjusting,”
You open your mouth slightly before closing it. Several eyes flick to you and suddenly felt like you’d be an asshole if you rejected the little girl in front of everyone. The fork is gripped tighter in your tensing fingers as you force your eyes down to your partially eaten meal.
For a room full of killers, everything was far more casual than you’d thought it’d be. So much more… domestic and normal. Your insides suddenly felt like they were squirming against your outsides. It was all so familiar already that it felt wrong.
“Maybe I’ll think about it after I take a shower,” You mumbled as you stuff a strawberry through your tense jaws. Its bright sweetness only forced the tension in your mouth further before the taste of it died back. Sally’s hands returned to their light tapping as she bounced slightly in her seat in excitement at the prospect of having a brand new playmate.
“You look like you really need that shower,” Jack snickered as he crunched his sharp teeth against the hard candy- shattering the pieces of sugar with ease. “Might need a whole new wardrobe too,”
He…
Actually had a point. You’d been given a spare outfit or two from one of the other residents. A loose t-shirt and some pants. Nothing special, and whoever the owner was was probably waiting for you to return the items to them. The clothing you had arrived to the mansion in were already returned to you after being thoroughly washed by Splendor.
“I tried my best to get the worse stains out, my brother is better at mending clothes than I am,” He had sheepishly admitted through a soft half hearted chuckle a few nights after you arrived.
Your leg bounced under the table. Clothing shouldn’t be an issue- you had no reason to stay here for as long as possible… unless…
Would you have to stay and lay low for a while? The fork is twirled in your fingers before you put it to the plate and shifted the food around.
“Don’t worry about that for now, if you plan on staying I can always write to my brother to come over and whip something up for you,” Splendor lightly tapped his finger against the table in thought. The movement of his black claw brought the lack of his plate to your attention- just like Slender. Your eyes flicked to the faceless thing.
Were they… related?
You can’t bring yourself to stare for more than a few seconds. Back to staring at your plate for you.
The conversation around you continued without your input.
“We can paint together after breakfast, Sally,” Helen spoke up as he too pushed his plate in front of him. In an instant the little girl ripped her lingering stare off of you and faced the man as he pulled his mask back over his mouth. “After you finish your food of course,” He added.
Toby was the first to stand up from the table with his plate in hand. “Welp,”
The two masked men at his side also stood up mimicking his actions. Both still remain silent… but the feel of one of them staring at you burns right through your body even as you try to keep your eyes on your half eaten toast.
“May as well go- go out and pick out anyone who decided to camp out here last night,” Toby’s eyes landed on you. “You got our work cut out for us,” He teased.
The man in the white mask made a soft barely noticeable noise… almost like an agreement. “Loads of people have been coming in trying to find you- must’ve really did something messy to draw so much attention,” He snickered.
“You still owe me a story on that…” Jack leaned your way. His silver spiraled eyes piercing right through you. His smile looked… friendly, or at least it tried to be against the intensity of it and the teeth. “I’ll give you more candy if it’ll sweeten you up to me,” He added with a snicker.
He seemed to constantly be on the verge of bursting into laughter.
“You’re already spoiling them Jack,” One of the men at the table finally broke his silence. He too also did not have a plate in front of him. His eyes and mouth glowed a faint gold… and even with the dead grey of his skin something about him seemed so deeply off… despite being otherwise human looking. He almost looked wooden. You swear you saw grooves between the joints of his fingers as they drummed against the table. His grin matches the clown’s.
“You’re just jealous you ain’t gonna be getting any of my stash once you leave,” Jack shot back.
“I’m a man with plans,” The fingers cease their movements for a moment. “But I’ll be back,”
“Well. I’ll be sure you get some candy for the road!” Jack pushed himself up from the table quickly- nearly knocking his chair to the floor. He lowered from his tiptoes and scooped the rest of his candy from his plate and set it in front of the other. “There! I’ll be back with more,”
The girl who had asked about an EJ piped up. “I’ll take the sour ones if you don’t want ‘em Pup,”
She glanced at you. “You like sour ones too?”
You don’t even get the chance to process that she was talking to you before Toby and the two masked men leave the room. “We’re headin o-out,”
Toby’s eyes landed on you again. “If you want, you c-can join me and Jeff when I come back-”
You glanced to Jeff… at least now that he was more awake and partly fed he didn’t seem as angry with the world. “Nina you coming with?”
Nina- the girl who had asked you the question- leaned back in her chair and rocked it. “Maybe… think I’ll go on a snack run… I’m running low on my stash… speaking of- who wants anything? Jane?” She leaned towards the woman sitting next to you.
“I’ll pass.” She muttered as she stood up and brought her plate to the sink and started to clean it.
You tune out Splendor insisting she didn’t need to clean up and turn your attention to Nina as she demands it again. “I could bring you with me- I mean you’ve been like… cooped up all week. You’re worse than EJ I think… I don’t mind waiting for you to shower first,” She offered.
“Show you around outside too?” She added.
Jack snorted. “Like there’s any point in that anyway,” He commented. Nina only rolled her eyes at the clown.
“Could bring some snacks to Sally’s little playdate, too,” Nina added under her breath as she jerked her head slightly to the little girl as she practically dragged Helen out of the room. Splendor quietly excused himself to join the pair… at some point “Pup” had also left the room- leaving just you, Nina, Jeff, Jack and Slender.
Your plate was still somewhat filled with food but you couldn’t bring yourself to continue to eat. The weight of your current position settles itself into your gut. The brief sense of normalcy rapidly escaping you as the air around your head suddenly feels thicker- heavier.
Slenderman’s faceless head had shifted to angle itself towards you. If he was trying to speak, no words broke through the air. At least… not the air itself.
It was like a rolling buzz ringing throughout your skull. The voice was smooth as it weaved right through you from somewhere.
The sensation felt so foreign your body tensed up in an immediate response of fear against the simple words spoken.
“You look tired,”
That’s all he said for a few seconds. Before he pressed on.
“Leave your plate, I will handle it.”
Your face scrunched. Even with the mention of Slender being the one who made breakfast the offer to clean up after you felt strange coming from something that only slightly looked human. Your feet shift against the wooden floor as you rise to your feet. The remains of your hunger were killed and the feel of the clothing you were borrowing sticking to your body became all too obvious at once. You must have smelled awful and for a fleeting moment you felt bad for those around you.
A glance is spared for Nina as she awaits your answer. The edges of your vision blurred against whatever hold Slenderman had on you… even as it rapidly slipped from you.
“I’ll… think about it while I’m cleaning myself up…” You mumbled through teeth that suddenly felt dirty. You faintly recall seeing a toothbrush neatly set aside for you in the bathroom when you were cleaning your nails.
Nina’s mouth pulled into a large smile.
“I’ll try to wait then… at least for a bit! Might leave around noon if you decide not to come with… just come to my door before then- hard to miss, on the same floor as your room,” She brushed a hand through her hair as she stood to her feet. “Lemme just,” She pulled your plate away from you- only hesitating until you gave her a nod of approval. “I’ll just take this,”
“By the by if you need anything like- soap or stuff I can grab something for you while I’m out if you don’t wanna come with- anything you prefer? Scents ‘n stuff?”
You only shrug. “Anything works,”
You shift your weight between your feet before turning to the doorway. “See you later, maybe,” You added awkwardly as you made your way out of the kitchen. A quick glance showed that Jack and Pup had made themselves comfortable on the couch in the living room. The former offered you a wide wave that you half heartedly returned as you slinked upstairs.
The moment the door to the bedroom closed you ran a hand across your tired face for the second time today.
Whether you liked it or not this was going to be your home for a while. At least until you were able to find something else to do. Getting caught by the law wasn’t a favorable option, but neither was staying in the murder house. The floorboards creak softly under you as you pace for a few seconds.
The best option you had was to bide your time- and the residents likely weren’t going to let you keep to yourself for much longer.
The door to the wooden wardrobe in your room was opened… next to nothing inside save for the clothing Splendor had cleaned for you, and the second borrowed outfit. Your hand goes for your own clothing first… and tossed half haphazardly to the bed. It's not long after that you’ve ushered yourself into the shower and fiddle around with the bottles to determine what was what.
Conditioner, Shampoo, and body wash in three different bottles.
As you work through the knots in your hair under the water you weigh your options for the day.
Nina had offered to take you out to town… but going out could be risky.
You had made a half promise to Sally to play with her later- but maybe you could get out of it if Splendor and Helen were entertaining her.
Toby had also offered you to hang out with Jeff and.. Ben… who you haven’t had the chance to meet yet.
But of course, you could simply stick in your room for the day… or perhaps simply make a break for it and throw all caution to the wind. If you got caught by the police, then that’d be that.
Those were your only real options. The question was: what would you decide to do?
Hello, is me the previous anom. If you want you can replace The Chessmaster with The Puppeteer
Puppeteer, Emra and Judge Angels SO Thoughts
[GN!Reader]
[Warnings: Like, none?]
[AN: Gotta admit I don't know any of these people very well. :( Im kinda keeping it short as a result and left out Dr. Smiley just bc I know next to nothing about that man. Anyways, I hope this is,,,,,, okay???]
Puppeteer
Well, I kind of see him as a romantic. Jonathan is as romantic as he gets, but he feeds off of negative emotions so there's that. He can try to be normal with you but any time the two of you get into a fight or what have you he's going to be feeding off of your negativity. All that said, he's the kind of guy to write you poetry every now and then or make songs for you. He can be very gentle and sweet, but those moments switch as often as his desire for control rears its head. For a while, he has problems with himself knowing if he ACTUALLY loves you or not or this is just him doing whatever to make himself feel better/feed. But I mean, I think he does? Sort of? Yesn't. He can be quite soft and gentle but I beg you to watch out telling him anything that requires your emotional energy because he will start playing you like a fiddle.
Emra
Honestly it's a little awkward dating her because of the weird grasp Puppeteer has over her. I think, out of everyone on this list, she's probably the most functional. She is very tragic and sad and needs someone who can balance her and be her shoulder to cry on. She's incredibly soft spoken and doesn't know how to stand up for herself around Jonathan, but rest assured, once she loves you, her love is obsessive and almost a little scary. Still, she has a lot of issues with boundaries. She can love you as MUCH as you want, but Jonathan is still number 1 in her life? It doesn't really make sense, does it? But she loves you so much but still puts him above you. Gotta get comfortable with feeling like second best.
Judge Angels
Her love isn't normal. She has very twisted ideas of what it means to be in a relationship and how to actually 'love' someone, so she's learning as much as you're willing to teach. Her idea of courting you in the beginning was trying to rip your throat out but hey! It's kinda working out and she's your beautiful dark eyed girlfriend who's only a little homicidal towards you. Again, she is NOT romantic. Doesn't quite grasp it. I'd say her love is almost animalistic and you need to sleep with one eye open because there's always the chance she'll try to get you. If ANYONE steps in between what she believes it hers, you, she will attempt taking their life. In short? Yeah, she's just kinda like that. It's hot though so it's cool.
You knew any attempts to escape would be futile, he, whatever he was, was clearly more advanced than you were in every day. Stronger, faster, smarter. Meaner.
The wood of your dining room table was rough against your skin, but not entirely unpleasant. What was unpleasant, however, was the sensation of golden cords wrapped tightly around your wrists, ankles, and throat. The man was in front of you, face over your bare chest as he began weaving the strings around your torso in intricate motions. The strings burned slightly, digging into your skin sharply, and drawing speckles of blood on once pure skin.
He was humming a tune to himself as he worked, voice low yet steady, creating melodies you had yet to hear.You squirmed as his hot breath fanned across your stomach, dropping a soft kiss to your naval.
“Lonesome creature,” He murmured against your skin, “You must be so happy I’m here to save you from such a fate,” He stood up fully, head nearly reaching your ceiling. His eyes pierced yours, feeling like little knives, pinpricks of anticipation. You twitched under his watchful eye, nervous and, as pained as you were to admit it, eager. You had no hints at what his intentions were with you, aside from the fact that the position he forced you into was innately sexual.
Your arms were bound together and forced above your head, tied to the light fixture above you. The golden strings of death were wrapped around your neck and your torso, choking you slightly and tweaking your nipples almost painfully. You were seated with perfect posture, he made sure of it. Tying the knots in ways so that if you slouched even the slightest amount they would break your skin. Your thighs were tied apart, calves bound to the table legs, pussy on full display for him and dripping onto the wood.
“Eager, are we?” He teased as he dropped to his knees in front of you, fingers prodding at your hole curiously. His index finger dragged from your hole to your clit slowly. Not teasing, exploring. Mapping out the most lewd parts of you, just to take them apart and put you back together again.
He traced over your clit, bringing his lips to your thigh. Gently, he kissed his way across the muscle, working his way up to your cunt before moving to repeat the motions on your other thigh. “Gorgeous thing,” He murmured as he bit your thigh lightly, “So soft, so pliant,” He glanced up at you, maintaining eye contact, “So ready for me,”
He stood up again, fingers tracing your aching hole, he hummed, “Eyes on me,” then, he inserted two fingers inside you. They went in smoothly, without any resistance thanks to how you’d been gushing in anticipation (not that you’d ever admit it). You gasped at the intrusion, eyes widening. His fingers were thick, much larger than your own, and so the stretch was unexpected, but not remotely unpleasant.
The Puppeteer smirked at your reaction, curling his fingers gently, but not for your comfort- to explore.
His fingers curled again, rougher this time, hitting just where you needed them to and you whimpered. And this fucker had the audacity to laugh at you. You scowled, or rather you tried to. Making such a face became difficult when he started to scissor his fingers rhythmically inside you.
You groaned, and he used that as an invitation to force his mouth on you. His lips were full and soft, yet cold against yours, and they kissed you with a hunger. He bit your bottom lip, he slid his tongue in, he gripped your jaw. You couldn’t help but kiss him back, letting him take control and use your mouth as he liked. His tongue was persuasive, egging you on, silently convincing you to grind your hips into his hand to the best of your pathetic ability.
You moaned into his mouth, a sound he greedily swallowed, as he started to use his thumb to circle your clit while continuing to finger you open. He snickered, pulling back slightly, “Stretchin’ open for me sooo good,” He mocked, “Don’t worry, desperate thing, I’ll give you my dick soon enough,” Then his lips were on yours again. Right where you wanted them.
“Please,” You whimpered into his mouth, needy and dizzy from how he moved. It sent all of your blood straight to your clit, leaving none for your brain and in turn, making you dumb and desperate.
His grin was malicious, “Please what?”
You don’t wait a beat, “Fuck me,”
He laughed again, gripping your jaw and leaning close, face centimeters from yours, “You’re adorable, you know that?” He teases, but complies nonetheless. He pulls his fingers out of your pussy, slapping your clit and making you yelp. You eye him, revved up and ready with a pout on your face. He rests his fingers against your lips, “Open,” And when you do he forces the two fingers that had just been inside you as far back down your throat as they can go.
“Clean me up, won't you?” He asks, yet his tone makes it clear it’s not an option. He unbuckles his pants as you suck, sliding his clothes down just enough to free his cock, which slaps, hard and leaking along his abdomen. Your eyes widen- he’s fucking huge, and you know its going to hurt terribly. And deep down, you like that.
He watches how your eyes widen, pupils dilating and thighs tensing. He chuckles darkly, removing his fingers from your mouth, using his spit-covered hand to jerk himself a few times. He doesn’t give you a warning, doesn’t say anything, just steps forward, and forces his dick into you.
You yelp, almost screaming. It hurts. Bad, so, so fucking bad. Your guess would’ve been that he was nine inches, a length too big for your mortal body. He didn’t ease himself into you, didn’t talk you through it, he just took. Eyes boring into yours, dissecting you with just a look. The instant his hips were flush against yours he was pulling out, wasting no time, giving you no moment to relax. To simply feel how full he made you.
His thrusts were slow, steady, calculated, and the force behind each one shook the table and rocked your core. You had no doubt that if you weren’t bound to the lights you would fall over from the sheer power of him. You couldn’t help but yelp out a chorus of unintelligible expletives as each thrust forced the air out of your lungs.
“Fu-uu-uck, it- ah, hu-urts,” You sobbed, pussy aching from impact and g-spot crying out for relief, begging for softness, begging for an orgasm as your clit screamed for an ounce of attention.
He threw his head back in a laugh, one hand coming to wrap around your throat, “This hurts? Princess this is hardly anything,” He chided, getting off on the flush of embarrassment that rushed to your face and heated up your cheeks. The best part, however, that was how your pussy tightened around him when he spoke.
“Greedy little thing, fuck. Pussy clamping down on me like it never wants me to leave,” He rasped in your ear, increasing the pressure on your throat, “So fucking gorgeous, all tied up and bound for me. So obedient, too. Might have to keep you,” His words made you gush, choking out a whimper at his lewd words. He was unraveling you with every thrust, taking apart the fabrics of your very being until he saw you were what you were. Alone, and in desperate need of somebody to cling to.
He knew from the moment he first saw you that he was going to be that somebody. He’d fix you, even if you resisted. Although he was exceedingly happy to see how quickly your body gave in to his.
He sucked violent hickies into your neck and collarbone, biting then soothing the tissue with his tongue as his hands tweaked your sensitive nipples. He palmed your chest, large hands roaming over every inch of you. Your eyes watered. You whimpered.
You felt his lips pull into a grin, “Taking me sooo well,” He teased, knowing he was actively bruising your insides, “You close, pet? Hmm? Gonna cum for me?”
You moaned loudly, unashamed, “Please.. fuck, please” you cried, tears pricking at your waterline.
He chuckled at you, as he liked to do. One of his hands slinked its way down your torso, appreciating each curve and every edge before landing where you wanted him most, your clit. He pushed on the little nub hard, making you see stars. Your body tightened, jerking messily, skin breaking against the bindings as you came. You threw your head back, moaning something entirely unintelligible as your back arched. The Puppeteer just watched with hungry eyes, licking his lips as he soaked in your every movement. He thought you looked good like this. Real fucking good. He wanted to keep you this way forever. And so, right when you started to come down from your blistering high, he switched up his tactics.
He moved both hands to your waist, nails digging into the tender flesh as he drastically increased his pace. He was slamming into you repeatedly, and the tears that had gathered at your lash-line spilled over, cascading down your face as you begged. A chorus of “please” left your lips involuntarily, and you weren’t quite sure what you were begging for. More? Less? Something else entirely?
Because all you knew was that seconds after he had sent you hurtling off that edge he had brought you right back to the top again, and was dangling you on the border.
You were crying loud enough that you would definitely get a noise complaint, but who could be bothered to give a fuck when you were having the best sex of your life? You were writhing, whimpering, and so close to cumming again. You tried your best to communicate your closeness, but nothing remotely human left your mouth. Still, somehow, he understood.
He locked his lips with yours, forcing his tongue down your throat as you came, squirting onto his abdomen as he kept fucking you through it, hips steady and strong as ever as he completely shattered you.Your tears were huge and constant as sobs wrecked your system, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
Then, he slowly pulled out until just his tip was still inside of you, leaving you yearning. He stayed that way for half a second before thrusting back in with enough force for it you fucking sting and make your body lurch. He shot his load inside of you, painting your walls white as he filled you up, hips finally stilling. He let his body collapse into yours slightly, torsos touching and his arms around your back as you both caught your breath. Once he had steadied himself, he cut your bindings with a flick of his wrist, and you fell into his arms like you didn’t have bones.
You molded your body to his, weeping. He stroked your back, muttering words of affirmation as he scooped you up fully, holding you like you were his. And you were, forever. The Puppeteer wasn’t someone to let go once he gets attached, and you had him hooked, addicted to your sweet little pussy.
“Good girl, so good for me,” He cooed, genuine, “Let it all out, I’ve got you,” He hummed, keeping you close to his chest as you came down from impossible highs you never thought you’d reach.
And when you look up at him with tear stained watery eyes? Oh, you almost break him. He leans down, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead, promising himself to never let you go.
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key: angst(🩶), sfw(🩷), suggestive(🤍), nsfw(🖤)
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