SUNSHINNNNE! DROP A PALE MAN VOUYEURISM FIC, AND MY LIFE IS YOUUURRRRSSSS!!!!!!
Oh God Oh God Oh God-
Glass Cages and Grinning Shadows
A/N: Pale man is known as “Laszlo” in my works, he didn’t actually have a name, you gave him one.
CW: stalking, voyeurism(obvi), fem!reader, toy usage, attempted wooing (it does not go well), Laszlo is kinda cat-like ngl, death (not reader), Gore (envisioned towards reader and made reality towards others) Laszlo has cuteness aggression
It had been three weeks and a day since the sun had started going to hell, and it had been two weeks and five days since he had first discovered you.
He didn’t know if you had merely not had the opportunity to stock up like some of the other humans had, or if you were merely out at night in hopes of taking advantage of others' fear to snatch up the best supplies that still remained for insurance; what the Pale Man did know is that he had found you under the light of the moon, rooting through the remains of a small store that he didn't care to know the name of.
The wind had been blowing perfectly that night, carrying your scent that had led him right to you, something sweet with a sharp bite of spice that danced on the wind and enticed all of his senses, those unnaturally white teeth baring in facsimile of a human grin so wide that he felt the corners of his lips begin to tear, black blood trickling free in thick rivulets. The Pale Man saw no need to strike right away; not only were you oblivious to his imposing presence, but even if you were to be made aware, the amount of threat you posed was nothing short of laughable. He could snap your bow in two and shatter all your bones like it was nothing.
You were so soft looking. He wanted to feel you in his teeth, quivering with big tears running down your cheeks as he tore into you. But where would be the fun in doing that so soon?
And so he waited, biding his time by throwing the occasional pebble to make you jump, wild eyes scanning your surroundings in unease before hurriedly moving on, or rolling some canned food conveniently in front of your walking path. Anything to make you aware of the fact that you weren’t as alone as you would like to believe. Of course, he would wait to approach you until after he had followed you to the small building you were currently calling home, watching every little micro expression and paranoid movement with something akin to fascination from within the shadows of the crumbling building facades and the occasional scorched flora. Oh, you were such an adorable little thing the Pale Man had decided somewhere along the line; something he would normally only say in mocking before tearing the individual in front of him to shreds, but this time he meant it. He still wanted to take several bites out of you, but maybe he would make it somewhere nonfatal at first. To prolong your feeble suffering.
Something unfamiliar twinged beneath the surface of his chest behind his sternum.
Laszlo. That was the name you had given him when he had stood outside of your house for the sixth night in a row. It wasn't something that had come out sweetly, or even purposefully; instead it had been delivered with a deep-seated annoyance that he knew you humans typically reserved for misbehaving pets as he left yet another unfortunate civilian on your porch, elaborately gutted with deep chunks of flesh taken out of the neck and torso area. If you looked closer, you could see individual teeth imprints. The cadaver’s head laid in its own arms like a gift basket, surrounded by burnt flowers that contrasted the milky white and red of its exposed spinal cord.
Some of his best work, if he says so himself.
Red eyes shone brightly in the low light as the Pale Man, now “Laszlo”, turned to crowd the spy-hole, smearing blood over your door with a gravely laugh and his best attempt at imitating a soothing coo.
“You named me?”
The sheer amusement in his voice is entirely too grating on your ears, a low rumble that makes you want to slam your head against the wall. Or better yet, put an arrow through that stupid all-too-smug face of his.
“Now how could I leave when you’re being sooooo endearing, little human?”
Make that two arrows.
“Shut up; I had to call you something other than ‘Smiley Cunt’ all the time. It was between that and ‘Silas’ if you can believe it.”
Laszlo moved in an instant, pressing flush up against the window to the left with barely parted curtains, his teeth gleaming in the low lighting and what suspiciously looked like a sort of hint of black blush coating his cheeks. When you moved to face him fully, he let out what could only be described as a similar sound to a tiger chuffing.
“You NAMED me…” His breath fogged the glass as he crouched down, no less terrifying, but content to literally see eye to eye with you despite your fierce nature. Though you would be lying if you said he didn’t make you nervous being so close. All it would take was a quick jab for him to get inside if he wasn't so content to play with you.
“Mmmm, ‘Silassssss’... I believe I am quite partial to Laszlo instead, little human.”
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be an inconvenience at?”
You sighed quietly to yourself as you marked your page in your book; one you had read countless times about a disfigured man in a mask and a beautiful opera singer. A sense of unease overtook you as you glanced towards the window in your room, your space lit by fairy lights and scented candles in an arrangement that only served to highlight the distinct lack of pale twig you had grown semi-used to. Laszlo had made a habit of standing outside your house for the past however many days since his naming, going so far as coming up to your door several times a night in hopes of pestering you. When you grew tired of him and retreated further into the house, he took to stalking your windows in desires to get a glimpse of you again. The displays he made with dead bodies became more elaborate. He knew you were alone, yet he never called you out when you claimed there were other humans inside.
Laszlo… unnerved you, to say the least.
But not knowing where he was or what he was doing felt more dangerous.
Still; being able to read or watch TV without the feeling of eyes boring into you was refreshing, and you found your mind wandering to more risqué thoughts now that you had time to yourself. At least…. You thought you did.
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Laszlo hadn’t been far at all; in fact, he had been entertaining himself on your porch by arranging several arms to form a grotesque bouquet of hands to present to you. While he took pleasure in watching your pretty eyes get big with fear and disgust at his little gifts, his pride and ego had started uncharacteristically rearing their heads the past few nights, eager at the prospect that deep down, maybe a tiny bit of you admired the strength and agility he displayed. Admired the fact that no other living creature stood a chance against him. Admired that he had kept everyone from your property and his territory.
He had especially made sure you had seen the various soldiers and other Visitors he had decimated, their faces frozen in terror and tears.
A change in your scent is what drew his attention from tying the numerous limbs together with intestines, his eyes dilating and a low rumble resounding from deep in his chest, more from curiosity than predatory instincts. He knew what your fear smelled like, he knew what your baseline scent was, but this was entirely new. Abandoning his little pet project, Laszlo found himself prowling to where the aroma of you was the strongest, which also happened to be his favorite place to observe you; your bedroom. Unnaturally light footsteps that belied his hulking figure led him to the window by your bed, the curtains just barely parted in a way that gave him an unobstructed glimpse into your space.
What he saw had him quite literally salivating.
A line of opaque, greyish-black drool wound from the corner of his mouth as he pressed himself flush against the side of his house in eagerness; absolutely enamored with the sight of you in the throes of pleasure on top of your sheets.
You were on your back with a pillow slotted under your hips, your eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and relaxation. His sensitive ears could just barely make out the quiet whirring sounds that seemed to originate from the plastic device between your thighs; a light purple thing that delved into your pussy in gentle thrusting motions while the other end curved around to stimulate your clit with a mix of licking and vibrating. You were so pretty like this, your body trembling and bare breasts heaving with quiet gasps. Gossamer strands of your wetness shimmered in the soft glow of candle flames, Laszlo licking his lips as a true purr built at a steady tempo from his vocal cords when the image of breaking in graced his minds eye.
It would be so easy to crawl inside, to get his mouth and tongue buried in slick flesh, your thighs resting over his shoulders in a manner the would suffocate him if he were human.
It was when he began to grind against the windowsill that he became aware of the scorching heat pooling low in his belly. Laszlo wasn’t ignorant, he knew what the warmth meant, what the ache that pulsed through his cock as it throbbed meant, but he had never experienced such things for himself before as it were.
Hmm… well, no time like the present, as they say. What better opportunity to explore these wonderful new feelings than this?
His smile never left his face as he bit his lip and turned back to you, in fact it only grew when he heard a quiet sound through the window glass; his large hand sliding south to start slowly palming himself through the fabric of his pants in a tentative manner. Even a light touch such as that had him muffling a small keening noise, fogging the pane in front of him as he nearly choked when a pulse of ecstasy shot through his body like lightning.
As much as he had figured he would take his time to experiment, Laszlo found himself quickly pulling his cock out as your pleasure progressed. Starting a pace just slightly too rapid to be considered slow, he found his mind alight with different thoughts of you as he tugged firmly on the sensitive appendage; thoughts of your hand working him over so sweetly, of your hot tongue in his mouth as he kissed you so deep you almost couldn’t breathe, of pounding into you so hard and fast that you clung to him and raked your nails down his back for him to proudly display the deep gouges left behind.
The last part sent his eyes rolling back; his mouth dropping open when chilled fingers brushed over his glans.
Meanwhile, inside the house your pleasure built; the thrusting end of the toy rubbing up against your G-spot just perfectly, your back forming a perfect arch as your thighs trembled. Every few seconds your hips gave a little twitch which deliciously jostled the faux-tongue at your clit, unaware of the Visitor outside determinedly keeping pace with your every movement to enhance his fantasy.
You weren’t going to last much longer, and neither was he.
Tacky sounds echoed into the open night air along with an uncharacteristic whining sound, an almost embarrassing amount of precum spread along grey-flushed skin as Laszlo felt his balls begin to draw up with need for release. That being said, it wasn’t until you hit your own orgasm that he allowed himself to finally cum; white ropes spurting from the tip of his cock as euphoria crashed over him in searing waves. The deep bite in his hand showed just how much effort he had put into not being heard, black blood beading up in some of the deeper divots as he licked his lips between pants and wished for the taste of your release on his tongue.
It was as you were coming down from your own high that you finally opened your eyes; freezing at the sight of a familiar pale man peering at you from between your curtains. Your mortification only grew when his iconic grin widened unnaturally at your noticing, long fingers tracing a heart into the condensation at his mouth level. Practically leaping from the bed, you gave Laszlo all of five seconds before the curtains were snapping shut to separate you two; his smile dropping marginally as a flicker of irritation and a strange sort of longing crossed his features.
Oh, this wouldn’t do at all.
Perhaps a little breaking and entering would encourage you to be more receptive.
