a/n: hiii so. i did momentarily think about making this another mega post including everyone i write for but i genuinely cannot put myself through that again so instead we're doing a select few of people i wanted to write this idea for the most. if anyone would want a second part with anyone not included then by all means, you're free to request it. including nathan the nobody in this one as an apology for not including him in the last mega post. nathan fans please forgive me.
synopsis: marriage isn't something that should've happened. and yet, here they are, ring in hand.
includes: jeff the killer, ticci toby, homicidal liu, zero, jane the killer, zalgo, hoodie, dr smiley, judge angels, and nathan the nobody.
warnings: gn!reader, varying lengths, not proofread. established relationship for all, fluff and uhm... not fluff, unhealthy relationships [zero, zalgo, smiley], religious imagery [liu, zalgo], cults [zalgo], mentions of murder [jeff, smiley, zalgo, zero], forced engagement [smiley, zero, zalgo], harm against reader [zalgo], no1 wingwoman natalie [toby, jane], proxy!reader [toby]
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — JEFF THE KILLER
Never in a million years did Jeff ever picture his life involving love. He's a a sick and deranged murderer who terrorizes every town he finds himself ending up in. Love? Pfft, nah. He can't feel that gross shit, and he'll probably kill anyone who tries getting him to.
But... uh... then he ends up in a relationship with you. It's not his fault that you're super hot, and chill, and you make his heart race and put up with his bullshit and... you get the point.
Honestly, Jeff didn't expect the relationship to last longer than a few months, at most. You're dealing with him now, but he's sure that you'll grow tired of him soon. And when he does, he'll just kill you and be on his merry way.
But when your one year anniversary comes up, you're still around. You even got him gifts, and he genuinely thinks you're insane for loving him. Yet, he's sticking around. He hasn't gotten bored of you like he thought he would.
He's not entirely sure when he starts thinking about marriage. It was somewhere around the two year mark of your relationship. Nothing happened to make him think about it, it just started popping up in his mind every so often.
It's a stupid thought.
Marriage isn't something he's ever been interested in, honestly. He thought it was stupid. Why should a piece of paper dictate how dedicated you are to your partner? Besides, it's not like you two could actually get married, given the fact that he's a serial killer wanted by the police.
That doesn't mean he can't buy you a ring, though.
And that single thought is what leads to him taking the wedding rings of some poor couple he ends up murdering. Even though he has the rings, he doesn't propose. Not immediately, at least.
He's wearing his already, and you ask him why he's suddenly wearing a wedding ring and he just shrugs and tells you that it fits his style.
"It's not like anyone else will wear it. Poor guy it belonged to is dead. Gone. Neck slit, chest stabbed." He had said, and you cringe and groan, changing the topic to something else just to get him to shut up.
Really, he was just waiting for the right moment. He's not sure what he exactly considers to be the right moment, but... he'll figure it out.
The right moment ends up being mid makeout session, apparently. He hadn't planned it. His lips are against your, his tongue in your mouth as you're straddling his lap. His hands are on your waist, your hands on his shoulder, and when the two of you pull away for air, the words just slip out.
"Marry me." He pants. The moment the words slip out, he tenses up. You freeze as well, blinking as you stare down at him.
"...Huh?"
And there was no turning back now. He sighs, gently nudging you off his lap and onto the couch next to him so he can dig the ring out of his pocket. He kept it on him all the time, and now you finally get to see it.
"...Marry me," He repeats, holding the ring out for you. He didn't realize just how nervous he'd been until you take the ring.
"I knew you wearing that wedding ring was weird," You say as you slide the ring on your finger.
And Jeff can't help but laugh. Yeah, he definitely loves you.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — TICCI TOBY
If there's one thing in life Toby never thought he'd experience, it's marriage. He's a wanted criminal, for one, so it's not like he'd ever be able to get married. But he just also never thought he'd fall in love. Sure, he dated Natalie for a few months but that wasn't anything real, and they'd both just been trying to cope with their own shit.
When he met you, it wasn't anything special. Love at first sight didn't happen, he wasn't drawn to you like a moth to a flame, and he barely even acknowledged your existence unless you two had to work together.
But the longer he spent time with you, the more his walls began to come down. For whatever reason, he found himself beginning to relax around you. He didn't force himself to be cool and edgy, and he didn't put up this asshole front to keep you away from him.
He could be himself around you, and he thinks that's when he started to fall in love. The way you got together wasn't even a confession. He'd gotten hurt on a mission, and even though he told you he couldn't feel the pain, you still treated his wounds so gently, insisting that he be more careful next time.
His blood had been staining your hands, and you were just so breathtaking. Toby didn't think, he just kissed you. And that kiss is was led to you two dating.
And, for a while, dating you was enough. He didn't think he wanted more. But then Natalie told him that Jane had gotten engaged, and for some reason, that struck a chord inside him.
Suddenly, whenever he wound up in a new town, he saw some kind of marriage related topic. A small town wedding happening beside the bar that Tim had dragged him to after a mission. Brian showing off the engagement ring he'd bought for his partner.
It was like the universe was pushing him in that direction, and he wanted to ignore it. He didn't want to risk ruining his perfect relationship with you. But the idea of you wearing an engagement ring just... it did things to him.
That's how he ends up enlisting Natalie's help to break into a jewelry store. It takes him almost thirty minutes just looking through all the rings, trying to find the perfect one that would match your style.
But it takes him almost three months to actually muster up the courage to propose. He spent days just practicing it with Natalie. He doesn't really think it did much to help, but he appreciated that she was willing to be there for him, at least.
You only realize somethings up when his tics begin to happen more frequently. He's nervous, and you can tell from the way he avoids your gaze and shies away from your touch.
"Toby, are you okay?" You ask, concern written all over your face. His hands are shaking as he digs for the little box in his pocket.
The poor guy can't even ask you to marry him. He's very certain that if he opens his mouth, he'll throw up. That's how nervous he was. But the ring is enough to get his point across.
You're definitely shocked, staring at it for a few moments before looking at your boyfriend, "...Are you asking me to marry you?"
"Yes." He manages to force out the word, nodding once. He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath until you take the ring, a small smile on your face. He exhales, shoulders slumping, leaning against a tree as he presses a hand to his chest, hyperaware of his rapidly beating heart.
And when the two of you let the other proxies know that you're engaged, he's smiling brightly, his fingers intertwined with yours. It's the happiest they've ever seen him.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — HOMICIDAL LIU
Liu had always dreamed of a life where he would fall in love with someone, marry them, and start a family. When he was kid, that had honestly been the only thing he really wanted. He didn't have any dream job, he just... wanted a happy family.
Of course, after everything that happened, Liu knew that dream wasn't ever going to happen. He should just be happy that he's alive.
Meeting you was a blessing, really. You were his sanctuary. An angel sent from heaven. He thanks God every single day for bringing you into his life, because he can't imagine it without you.
It took him so long just to allow himself to love you. You could do so much better than him. He still thinks this, no matter how many times you tell him that there will never be 'better'. He'll be selfish and drink up everything you give him until you decide you don't want him anymore.
Marriage wasn't something he wanted to think about, not at first. When he thinks of his future, it usually involves his death.
He only thinks of it as a real possibility when you ask him if he'd ever be interested in getting married. The question had caught him off guard, and he just stared at you for a really long time before you laughed the question off and reassured him that it's okay if he didn't want to get married.
"Seriously, don't think too much about it. It's just a silly question. It's fine if you don't wanna marry me, I'm more than happy to just date you forever." You had said.
But Liu didn't stop thinking about it.
It stuck with him. Because... yeah... he did want to marry you. The realization was jarring. He'd been denying himself of picturing a future with you for so long, but now it's all he can think about. Even though he was legally classified as dead, and you guys would never be able to have a wedding, he still wanted to marry you.
He didn't have anyone to talk to this about, other than Sully. And Sully found the whole thing to be stupid, really, "Just propose or shut up."
And... well... that had been the push Liu needed, honestly.
Liu didn't have to buy a ring.
It's a little silly when he thinks about it, but back when he was a kid, his grandmother had given him her engagement ring that his grandfather has proposed with. She knew about his dream to start a family of his own, and she told him that when he finds his person, he could use her ring to propose.
Liu spent hours practicing in a mirror, coming up with the perfect speech to express how deeply he loved you, and how much you meant to him, and how happy he would be if you said yes.
But none of those words came out when the time came.
Instead of the speech he had planned out, he could only whisper a soft, "You are everything I need. Please, marry me."
And when you say yes, Liu cries. Years of pent up emotions came out in that moment, and he felt a bit pathetic, but you made him feel so much better as you slid the ring on your finger. The smile on your face was blinding.
Liu vows to love you for the rest of his life.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — ZERO
Marriage? Just the mere idea of it has her laughing.
In what world would she ever want to get married? It's a miracle that you were still alive, considering she murders everyone she comes across. She's not sure why she kept you around. She thinks it's because she finds your reactions to the murders she commits hilarious, but it's more than that.
You've tried running away from her numerous times, and instead of killing you and being done with it, she just drags you back.
And when you speak to anyone that isn't her, she's filled with this burning anger that she takes out on the next person she kills, threatening that you'll be next if you so much as flinch while watching.
You only start dating because she likes the idea of you being her partner. You never call her your girlfriend, and she's always the one who initiates physical contact. It's a completely one-sided relationship, one that isn't even built off love.
But Zero doesn't care. She doesn't want your love. She wants your obedience. If she manages to squeeze out a little affection from you during the process, then that's just a bonus.
That's... what she tells herself, at least.
Zero doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that she'd gotten truly attached to you. You've been by her side for so long that she's gotten used to you being around, and she can't really picture her life without you in it in some capacity.
It's something that greatly gets on her nerves when she thinks about it for too long.
Her proposal isn't something she gave much thought to. Or... any thought, for that matter. It had been spur of the moment. She'd broken into this home and killed the people living there. She picked the place apart, taking whatever she saw valuable that she could get good cash from.
And when she saw a pair of matching rings in the jewelry box in the bedroom, well... for some reason, she didn't even think about selling them. She just snatched them up and slid one on her finger before heading outside.
You were waiting for her, leaning against the hood of the car and keeping watch.
"Hey," She calls out. The moment you look her way, she's tossing you the ring. You nearly drop it, and cringe a bit at the blood on it smearing your hands.
"What's this?" You ask.
Zero shrugs, opening the driver door, "We're engaged now." She says.
"We're what?!"
And even though you claim to hate her guts, you wear the ring. She doesn't force you to. You like her more than you cared to admit, it would seem.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — JANE THE KILLER
Truly, Jane never thought she'd fall in love. After everything that's happened to her, her entire life revolved around murdering the man who ruined her life. She didn't think she'd have time to live, and never bothered to form any lasting relationships.
But somehow, you stuck around. Even when she tried pushing you away for the first few months of knowing you, you just... didn't leave. Your stubbornness was a trait she found to be annoying at first, though she's grateful for it now.
Dating you was easy, despite all her doubts. She'd disappear for periods of time, following a lead that might lead her to Jeff, before eventually returning to your side when it becomes a dead end. No matter how long she's away, you always wait for her.
You were her other half, genuinely. She doesn't believe in soulmates, or fate, or anything of the sort, but she truly believes that you were a part of her that she a missing.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. It's a realization she had late one night, after dropping by your place after yet another dead lead. She'd called you earlier that morning, telling you she'd be returning home that night. Jane has expected you to be asleep, but you had stayed awake waiting for her.
The two of you never brought up the possibility of marriage, so Jane was a bit nervous when she bought a ring. Natalie had to spend hours just hyping Jane up, reassuring her that you'll definitely say yes. Jane appreciated the effort, but it didn't make her any less nervous.
The night she proposed, Jane cooked a very nice dinner. She had planned on it being a surprise, but you came home early and insisted on helping her. Apparently, you'd planned on making her a nice dinner tonight as well. What a coincidence.
But the time you two spent making dinner definitely helped to calm her nerves. You were cracking jokes, and she was rolling her eyes and laughing. You always made everything so fun, and her heart was racing when it was finally time to bring the ring out.
"I, uhm, I had a lot of things I wanted to say, but... I think I might die if I don't just ask now, so," She pulls out the small, velvet box, opening it so you can see the ring she'd gotten, "Marry me?"
And Jane had been expecting two outcomes. Rejection, or acceptance. She was not expecting you to gasp, and pull out your own box with a ring.
"Oh my gosh, I was going to propose tonight, too!" You say, showing her the ring. And Jane... well... she just can't help but cry, honestly. She's just so in love with you that it's overwhelming.
She shows off the ring you got her to Natalie the following day, recounting the experience with a bright smile on her face. She's not sure she's ever been this happy before. Not in a long time, at least.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — ZALGO
Marriage wasn't an entirely foreign concept to Zalgo, but it's not something he's ever seriously considered. There are numerous people married to him, solely because he finds that marriage reinforces the control he has on his cults. They aren't genuine marriages, but if the humans want to believe they've married their god, then so be it.
It's not like he'd ever fall in love, so why would he ever consider marriage in a serious aspect? Well... then he met you.
To this day, he still doesn't quite understand how you managed to worm your way into his hearts. One moment, you were nothing more than a naïve, bright-eyed new member of one of his cults. Someone who hadn't quite been broken in yet.
And then the next moment, he was going out of his way to possess random people just so he could hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
There was just something about you that stuck with him. You get special treatment, because of his odd little fascination with you. He only spoke to you, and nobody else. This change had you anointed, essentially, as 'Zalgo's Chosen'. A title he deemed fitting for you, because he had chosen you.
The attention you got was a bit disturbing. You're not sure why Zalgo seems to like you so much, but it doesn't feel like you'd be able to just leave. You're not sure if you want to leave, to be honest. It's... scary, being loved by him, but at the same time, it was kind of nice.
Zalgo only starts to consider marriage when people start to approach you romantically. Not members of his cults, no, they're well aware to leave you be. But outsiders, on the rare occasions you go out. Those people have their souls devoured by the end of the day.
It's not a topic he ever discusses with you. He doesn't need to talk to you about it. You belong to him, so therefore, it's only natural that you two get married, no?
You're crying, trying to pull your hand away from him, but his grip is firm. He's as gentle as he can possibly be as he slowly cuts a line around your finger until it connects. It's not a ring, but it'll get the point across.
And if you'd like a ring in the future, then he'd be more than happy to fetch one for you.
"Shh, it's okay," He softly murmurs, the hands of his vessel pulling you into a gentle embrace when he's finished. You're shaking, and clinging to him as you cry. He could feel the confusion radiating off you, questions you didn't dare to ask out loud.
Carefully, he pulls back just a bit so he can meet your gaze, his hands coming up to gently wipe your tears, "This is a necessity, my sun." He whispers as he presses a kiss to your cheek, smiling just a bit at the way you lean into the touch.
"You understand that, correct?" He asks. You don't even hesitate as you nod.
You truly are perfect.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — HOODIE
Given Brian's... job, a relationship was already difficult enough. Slender did not like when its proxies got distracted, and it has gone out of its way to have things it deems as distractions eliminated.
But it's a good thing Brian doesn't care, right? Slender can't control him like it controls Toby, and Brian isn't scared of it the way Tim is. He certainly isn't devoted to Slender the way that Kate is, either. Brian does whatever the hell he wants, and Slender has no choice but to deal with it.
And dating you was one of the many things the entity puts up with. Your relationship with Brian doesn't get in the way of his work. If anything, he's more efficient at it because it means he gets to get back to you quicker.
You have no idea what he does for work, either. The one thing he agrees with Slender on. It's better this way. You don't deserve to see any of that bloodshed, and he just knows that if you ever found out, you'd leave him. And that's just not something he can let happen.
Brian isn't the one who thinks about marriage first. It's you.
You bring it up in conversation casually. He doesn't even remember what you two had been talking about, he just remembers you saying, "Well, when your my husband-" And his mind completely focuses in on that.
The mere thought of being your husband had his heart racing, and it was a little embarrassing.
"So, you wanna get married?" He had asked, a cheeky smile on his face when you stumble over your words, awkwardly trying to direct the conversation elsewhere. He lets you, but the conversation never leaves his head.
It takes months of saving up, but he buys a ring. Not just any ring, he makes sure he goes to your friends and family, and he asks them what ring you'd like best. Apparently, this is something you've spoken about a lot.
Brian proposes to you after taking you out on a date. It's nothing public, just a quiet place with a breathtaking view. It's a sweet moment, and you both end up crying.
But you say yes, and he's not sure anyone will ever be happier than he was in that moment.
Safe to say, the other proxies become sick of him rather quickly when he returns with a wide grin on his face.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — DR SMILEY
Never in Damien's existence did he ever think he'd end up in a relationship. Love isn't something he's sure he can even feel, not in the way that everyone else does. His relationship with you was nothing more than an experiment.
That's what he tells himself, at least. But the experiment is going on far longer than he intended, and he doesn't find himself growing bored any time soon.
Your reactions to everything he did is what kept his interest, he thinks. The way you'd tense up a bit when he got too close, and the way you'd get easily flustered when he's whisper in your ear and touch you despite your disdain. It was amusing, seeing you at war with yourself.
Marriage was a topic that he'd never given much thought to. People married the ones they loved, but it seemed like a pointless ritual. A flimsy sheet of paper that means nothing in the grand scheme of things.
He never saw himself getting married, but for some odd reason, the idea lingered in the back of his mind. For months, he ignored it, just brushing it off as nothing more than curiosity, something he wanted to study to better understand humans.
But then he found himself thinking about marrying you, and that... that really wasn't the plan. It wasn't a bad thing, just incredibly unexpected. He doubts you'd agree to marry him. He's certain that you still think he plans to kill you once he gets bored, which... a valid fear, but an unneeded one.
Damien has no plans of murdering you, not anymore. He's... attached. Not entirely the true extent of his complicated emotions, but a simplification of it.
And when Damien just so happened to target a married couple (of which was total coincidence), well... it was simply a sign from the universe.
The rings were carefully extracted from the corpses, Damien taking great care to not get a single drop of blood on them.
The rings were, disturbingly enough, a perfect fit on both of your fingers. It would explain why Damien measured your finger a few weeks back, but that's nothing more than another coincidence.
Damien doesn't propose.
You wake up to the ring on your finger, and you're greeted with a sharp-toothed smile as he explains that, from now on, he's your husband, and you're his spouse. It's something you'll struggle to get used to, and you might even try running away again, but Damien is a patient man.
You'll learn to accept this change.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — JUDGE ANGELS
Dina had spent her entire life wondering if she'd ever be able to fall in love. Silly daydreams about meeting her knight in shining armor, and being taken away to some place far far away where only she and her love would be.
They were nothing more than fantasies, ones that she knew would never truly happen. Romance wasn't in her cards, and that's something that saddened her, but something she accepted nonetheless. At least, until she met you.
Loving you was easy. You were so kind to her, and that kindness is what had her falling for you. Truthfully, Dina was more than content with loving you from afar. She never expected you to reciprocate her feelings, and she definitely wasn't expecting you to ask her out.
Dating you was a dream come true, really, and she couldn't ask for anything more. She could die right now, and she'd die feeling fulfilled.
But that didn't stop her from dreaming. Dina was satisfied with just dating you, don't get her wrong, but... sometimes, she'll see ads for wedding dresses, or rings. She'll watch a movie, and there will be a proposal.
You've never spoken about marriage before, and she's not sure if it's something you'd ever want to do. Hell, she can't really... get married. She's not entirely sure if she's wanted by the police, but she also didn't want to take any risks.
She'd been meaning to ask you about your thoughts on marriage for a while now. Her nerves always had her backing out before she could though, even though she didn't care whether you wanted to marry her or not.
Dina doesn't remember where she got the ring from. It's a ring she's always had, and she thinks that maybe it had belonged to her mother, or even her grandmother. She's not too sure, but she found herself reaching for it, one evening.
"...Would you ever be interested in getting married?" She had asked, her hands shaking as she stared at the silver band held gently between her fingers. The movie the two of you had been watching filled the silence, but she swears the only thing she could hear was the sound of her heart pounding in her chest.
When you take too long to answer, Dina had tried to brush it off. She stumbled over her words, laughing awkwardly, making some comment about the movie. You knew better than to just let the topic change, though.
"Dina, do you want to marry me?" You had asked. All she could muster was a quiet 'yes, more than anything,' as you gently directed her gaze to you. There's this small smile on your face, and her heart melts when you nod, "Then let's get married."
The ring fit your finger perfectly. Dina truly believes that the two of you were fated to be together.
⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — NATHAN THE NOBODY
Honestly, Nathan never even saw himself getting in a relationship with anyone. He was so set on finding his sister, on murdering the people who took her and bringing her home that silly things like romance was meaningless.
It was a miracle that he'd even met you, saving your life from someone who had tried kidnapping you. Nothing was meant to come from that minor interaction, but he ended up walking you home that night because of how terrified you were, and...
For some reason, he stuck around. He told himself it was just until you got over the incident, until you felt safe enough to walk around outside without looking over your shoulder every few seconds.
He hadn't planned on getting attached, but he couldn't stop himself from falling for you. The guilt of falling in love ate him alive for a while, and it took him months just to accept that yes, he very much does love you. But after getting over that hurdle, it was... easy, dating you.
You were like an angel. A light in the dark, one that he was drawn to like a moth to a flame. You waited for him, even when he spent months away. You were, in short, his home.
So when Nathan found himself staring too long at some jewelry store in some random small town, he knew he was doomed.
The thought of marriage was one he'd never thought about... ever. Crystal had told him over and over again that he couldn't get married unless she planned the wedding for him. Something about how she didn't trust him to take it seriously, or whatever.
But god, the thought of marrying you... it had his heart racing, and he doesn't even remember buying the ring, just that it weighed heavy in his pocket the next time he dropped by your place.
Nathan doesn't propose in the traditional way. There is no question, he doesn't get down on a knee. He just pulls the ring out of his pocket and hands it to you, "...It's yours, if you want it." He murmurs, pointedly avoiding your gaze. It's okay if you don't take the ring, he really didn't plan for any of this to happen.
But you do take it. You take it, and you put it on. It's just a bit tight on your finger, but nothing that can't be adjusted. And Nathan... he hasn't felt this happy in a long time.
A wedding isn't something that will happen until he finds his sister, a fact that he makes very clear and one that you understand. He doesn't want to have one without his sister there.
It's just... a shame that he'll never find his sister.
>> Loneliness is the bane of any creatures existence, especially one as long living as he. So, Zalgo seeks to fix that issue.
Enter: you, a human who answered his call.
Tags: Romance, monsterfucking, eldritch romance, demon/human, fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, implied sex, smitten Zalgo, literally just an eldritch horror meant to corrupt and end the world seeking out a partner bc lonely.
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Lonely.
Lonely, oh, so L O N E L Y.
It was like a parasite, working its way into his core and gnawing at him, eating away at whatever heart his species had until he was empty and cold.
Oh, how he A C H E D! Hurting and bored without true company. One wouldn't expect a being of his calibre to feel such loneliness, but it was true!
He, Z͠a̛'l͘ga̶t҉ot̡h, The One Who Will End The World… was L O N E L Y.
Which simply would not do. No, Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ may be trapped within this realm, but he refused to remain alone without any form of partnership.
He r̶̩̘̀̒ę̵̺̒͋̏͂f̸͔̝̝̥͋͛͑u̴͖͐͘s̸͇̮̉̇e̸̡̥̮̩̔̈́̍́d̴̛̫͠.
It came in parts.
First, text became corrupted. Old textbooks becoming indecipherable and nonsense as the letters darkened and blurred, bold and black and jagged.
Then, images began to also corrupt. The first time a photo began to darken, eyes black and faces melding together, melting, you'd nearly screamed in sheer horror.
After that it was music, the radio spazzing out and glitching, words nonsense and voices low and slow, demonic like. Sometimes, the sounds would waver, a voice calling out.
ARe yoU tHeRe?
Do YoU hEAr mE?
HEar Me, I caN sEe yOu. Do yOU sEe me tOo?
CoMe to mE
Then–
Dreams.
A hand cupping your cheek, warm and cracked like volcanic earth. Seven sinful grins. Saccharine words echoed in six other tongues. Sights you couldn't imagine or comprehend. Promises whispered as claws gripped your thighs. A tongue, long and crimson, slipping between willing lips.
What say you, my L O V E? Be mine for E T E R N I T Y?
Yes. You gasped, nerves lighting with unholy pleasure. Yes!
He grinned.
In the heart of his universe and prison, Z͠a̛'l͘ga̶t҉ot̡h reigned in his mighty castle of blackened, bleeding stone, red glass reflecting the tumultuous skies and seas of the surrounding world, a realm of chaos and corruption befitting his being.
Being unable to escape for now, he'd created this palace to his liking, creating a seat of power befitting his status. And, with the newest edition here, he'd altered it some to be more... comfortable. T'was unexpected, of course. Why would the great Nightmare King, The Old One, change his own hearth and home for some... mortal? It made not a lick of sense for any who knew him.
Well, 'tis simple, really.
It's because he LO V ES you.
Yes, Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ himself, the great eldritch demon god who'd soon bring about the apocalypse and wipe out all of humanity, had taken a human lover and let affection grow betwixt his ribs, nestled close to the beating flesh of his being. It had happened unexpectedly. The great Old One had fallen for the very creature he was meant to corrupt and destroy.
But what else was he to do? His was such a L O N E L Y existence after all. Could a king not wish for a consort to lay with? To speak of plans and seek comfort from? To spend his days in bliss alongside with?
Demon, though he was, he still had feelings, still yearned. And of all who'd heard his song, you'd answered it unfailingly, returning his croons of loneliness. You'd welcomed him, beckoned him before long, welcoming his affections as time went by.
Nor did you go mad upon seeing him, accepting his true self little by little until you were completely unaffected by his true form.
And so it was, Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ had taken you, bringing you to your new H O M E. There'd be no escape, of course, no going back. He was a... possessive partner. Yes. Very possessive. But never mind that, you were happy, yes? He'd designed your chambers to your taste, let you have free reign of his castle. What more could you possibly want? You only had to speak it, and Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ would make it happen.
Anything you wanted. Any desire your heart whispered. Any at all. And Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ would make it happen. J U S T for you.
Though time did not truly exist in this realm in any way that mattered, as hours went by, Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ grew bored with what he was doing, waving away a viewing portal to the mortal realm. A sigh escaped his mouths, and as it was wont to do these days, his mind went to you.
With a rumbling sound akin to a purr, he spread out his senses and sought out your whereabouts.
Finding you, Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ manifested himself in your rooms. He hummed and searched about with his many eyes, mouths curling into bright, glowing grins when he spotted you, at last.
As you sat at your vanity, the eldritch being appeared behind you, clawed hands laying themselves over your shoulders, squeezing and caressing them as he leant down, holding your gaze through the looking glass.
"My beloved." He purred, voice low and svelte, many mouths echoing in other tongues. "I have missed your company dearly in the past few hours. How fair thee?"
Brushing your hair, you hummed in response. “I've been fine, Z.” You say with fondness, looking at him from the corner of your eye. “You act like I was a world away. You could've come to me if you missed me so much.”
A deep hum is his response, one of his side mouths cracking open, tongue slipping out to lick up your neck.
“I could have, yes.” He agreed, trailing a claw-tip along your pulse. “But as much as I ACHE to do so, I'll not tie myself to you all hours of the day. I wouldn't wish for you to tire of my presence.”
Making an amused sound, you set your brush down. “I think that's impossible, buuut sure, let's not risk it. I don't want to be like those couples who can't stand to be around each other.”
“Mmm, neither do I~.” He purrs, guiding your face to look at him, connecting his mouth to yours in a sweet, deep kiss.
All of him alights, the organ between his ribs thundering as the kiss deepens, sweet and tantalizing and utterly undoing; if it came to it, Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ would give up E V E R Y T H I N G just for a single kiss from your succulent lips.
When he withdraws, it's with a pleased purr, eyes burning with affectionate flame.
“Men would fall upon their swords for a taste of these lips,” he whispers, dragging a thumb across your bottom lip,“Women would beg on hands and knees for just a glance…
“Truly, I am B L ESS E D to have you.” He sighs, stealing another peck just to feel that bliss again.
You giggle, such a delightful little sound that sets his blood alight. You lightly tap his face, right where a nose should be.
“You're such a charmer.” You say, giving him a long, soft look before looking away, opening a drawer and pulling out a few small bottles. “Anyway… can I paint your nails?” You ask sweetly. “Pretty please?”
And oh, how can he deny you anything? Especially when you look at him like that?
“Of course, my heart. Anything for you.”
“–and then she starts feeling bad and I'm just like, what? Like girl you came back with the intentions to get revenge– these guys made you suicidal, and you're feeling bad?” You scoff, focusing on painting his claws for a moment before continuing to talk about the book you've been reading. “Like could not be me. Like aww, the bullies who made me nearly kill myself wuv me and are sowwy? No chance, I'm cursing their asses.”
Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ hums as he watches you work, his black claw tips now glittering in swirling lines of gold and glittery cherry red.
“The protagonists of your books always upset you, my love.” He observes. “Why continue? Is the overall entertainment worth the annoyance?”
“Mmm-hmm, yeah. I mean, nothing is perfect. And while I do complain, it's still bearable, and could always be worse.” You shrug. You eye his nails a bit before continuing. “Like… there's this weird trope in smutty books where all a girl's trauma and shit is healed by a bit of dick, and it's just… I dunno, kinda misogynistic?” You paused. “Like wow, all of a woman's problems are solved through a man. Like sex is good, but not that good.”
“Mm. Even sexual trauma?” You nod. “Oh my. Perhaps the author's just aren't skilled enough to write their hurt actually being healed and dealt with?”
“Maybe… but then why write about it? Or just off screen it. Mention she's getting therapy or something.” You huff. “It's just annoying. And I keep coming across it too! Why is that?”
Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ just shrugs, simply listening and entertaining your discussion. “I am not as well versed in human literature as you are, my L O V E. Only the classics do I know.”
You nod. “Yeah, yeah, I don't expect you to have all the answers, just– hm.” You blow on his nails, then turn his hand a bit. “What do you think? Pretty?”
His gaze remained on you. “Stunning.”
You make a pleased sound, closing the nail paints. “Good. Now… what shall we do?” You ask, giving him a slow once-over. Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ preened, seven mouths grinning.
“Oh, you W I C K E D creature~,” he purred, immediately pulling you into his lap, hands roaming you. “If that is your desire…”
An hour later, you leaned against Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘’s chest, submerged to your chin in hot water, the air steamy and smelling of something exotic and wild. Your whole body thrummed with sated energy, muscles feeling loose, a languid energy exuding from you as Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ wrapped an arm around your shoulders, stroking your arm slowly.
“Open,” he instructed, holding a morsel to your lips.
You do as told, lips parting so he could place a soft piece of meat on your tongue, rich with flavour as you chewed and swallowed. You hummed, awaiting the next bite and then the next.
Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ fed you happily, contentment filling him as he tended to his lover. After feeding you the meat, he placed spoonfuls of soft cake in your mouth next, moist and chocolatey. You moaned at the taste, Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ chuckling slightly.
“My sweet, keep making such… D E L I C I O U S noises and I won't be able to CON T ROL myself~.” He growled lowly, hellfire burning in his gaze.
You just bite your lip, moving to straddle him in the massive bath. “Oh, please don't hold yourself back in that case.” You say, grinning as you caress his chest, skin rough and almost scaly. “I love it when you lose control. It's hot.”
Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ just hums, cupping your face and licking up at your neck. “I know you do.” He fondly says, kissing all over your face next. “I am truly and utterly to be blessed with your love.”
You smile softly, reaching to touch his horns, feeling him shudder as you squeeze. “No, I'm the lucky one. You always do everything and anything I ask for… speaking of which,” you give him a hopeful look, “You aren't going to bring about the apocalypse anytime soon, right? Because there a few books I'm waiting to release. And a few movies. And a few games too actually, and I also follow a lot of fanfics–”
Z̤͂â̢ḷ͊g̹̓ȯ̘ just gives you a fond look, already knowing he'd hold back on his plans forever if you just asked.
After all, Z͠a̛'l͘ga̶t҉ot̡h had already destroyed the world numerous times before. He could withhold from doing it again any time soon. And if he ever got such an urge again, he'd just speak to the Divine and ask them to restart the world.
synopsis: you're just a human dating someone that's... well. you can certainly never introduce them to your friends or family. but do their friends/companions know about you?
a/n: is it a good idea to include every single creepypasta i can think of from the top of my head... no. will i do it anyway? yes, i will. anyways this right here is my pride and joy. i enjoyed writing it, and i'm proud of it, so i hope you guys enjoy it as well.
warnings: possessive behavior in a few, yandere behavior in a few, spoiler alert alex almost kills you but dw there's no character death here.
includes: jeff the killer, eyeless jack, jane the killer [richardson + arkensaw], laughing jack, slenderman, nina the killer, the bloody painter, the puppeteer, clockwork, jason the toymaker, hobo heart, nurse ann, zalgo, x-virus, homicidal liu, ticci toby, tim wright, brian thomas, jay merrick, alex kralie, and jessica locke.
jeff the killer would more than likely tell the others about you, though mostly just so everyone knows that you're off limits for killing. he also just has this thing where he needs people to know what belongs to him so they know not to touch it, and in his mind, you belong to him so. none are allowed to touch you.
eyeless jack isn't that open about his personal life to others. mostly because he can't remember any of it, but also because he's just a guarded person in general. at most, the only people who know about you will probably be jeff, ben, and maybe sully.
jane richardson doesn't really hide your existence, mostly because she doesn't have contact with the others, so it doesn't matter. everyone of importance knows that you're together, and the government knows as well, so.
jane arkensaw would prefer certain people didn't find out about you, though she may tell some of her close friends about you if she's certain that they will keep your existence a secret as well. then again, it's not like you'll ever come into contact with any of the others so long as she has any say about it.
laughing jack more than likely lets everyone know about you because he literally can't shut up about you. he loves you! people need to know that he is so sickeningly devoted to you! even the kids he terrorizes know about you!
slenderman doesn't have any say on whether or not people learn about you because they're gonna find out anyways. besides, it's better if they did know about you because then they would know that you are off limits for killing. anyone who dares to even try to harm you will understand the pure wrath slender can bring down upon them.
nina the killer wants everyone to know about you. she needs everyone to know that you two are together and that she loves you so very much. she tells everyone all about the dates you two have and the gifts you get each other. it's cute, though it can be annoying at times.
the bloody painter doesn't interact much with the others, so not many of them know. helen doesn't really care if anyone finds out that he's dating you, it doesn't really matter to him. though... he will have some words if any of them try making a move on you or hurting you. you're his muse, after all.
the puppeteer doesn't want anyone to know about you, not even his proxies. you're his. no one else deserves to even know that you exist, so why the hell would he tell anyone about you? at most, the only person who knows about you would be emra because he knows that she won't tell anyone if he orders it.
clockwork doesn't let people close to her, so only a small handful of people would even know about you. she likes that none of the others really knows about you, though a part of her thinks about telling them so they know not to make you a victim. not that you'll ever become a victim, of course. she'll protect you from anything, don't worry.
jason the toymaker wouldn't want anyone to know about you. honestly, his whole thing is making sure that you belong to no one but him. you don't need anyone other than him, so why would he tell anyone about you? the others will know that he has someone in his life already, someone he'd burn the world down for, but they'll never know it's you unless they visit his toy shop.
hobo heart would be delighted if the others knew you were his. you have his heart, so it's only natural for everyone to know that you love each other, right? that's how relationships work. he doesn't really speak much with the others, but when he is around then he'll let everyone know who has his heart.
nurse ann is hardly ever around the others for them to even know about you. the only three to know of your existence is liu, sully, and helen because those are the only people she's close with. they don't need to know about you, it's not like they'll ever hurt you. trust me, she won't let them even if they were to try.
zalgo is just as surprised as everyone else that he's like... together. with you. shocks him every day, to be honest. but yes, he wants everyone to know you're his. he doesn't see you as a weakness, though he knows how fragile humans are so he makes sure you're safe from any that may cause you harm. it also sends a... delightful chill to the core of his existence knowing that everyone knows you belong to him.
x-virus basically needs everyone to know that you're together. not because he's possessive in any way, but because he needs to use this as a way to keep you with him. a tactic to keep you from leaving, if you will. with you dating cody, you're safe from harm. if you ever leave him, then you're no longer under his protection. so... stay with him.
homicidal liu is... hesitant, to put it simply. he doesn't particularly mind if the others find out, but he most certainly won't go out of his way to tell anyone. he doesn't want you involved in the darker parts of his life because he's worried about your safety. there are a few that he simply doesn't trust to know about you. sully, on the other hand, would love for everyone to know about you. he doesn't tell anyone because he respects liu's wishes to keep your existence a secret. though, he can't lie, it does make his heart race knowing that he and liu are the only ones who know about you.
ticci toby neither hid your relationship from people nor did he let anyone know about it. he's a naturally reserved person, so it wasn't like he was super open about himself with the others. in the beginning, the only one to know about you would probably be slender, but that's just because it's like... toby's boss, essentially. of course, those who were paying attention could see the signs.
tim wright would definitely keep your existence secret for as long as possible. the only person who knew about you in the beginning was brian, if we're being honest, and after all hell breaks loose, he'd do everything he could to keep you from getting involved. god forbid if jay or alex found out about you. jay would've used you to find him, and alex would've tried killing you.
brian thomas was open about his relationship with you, so everyone knew who you were. you even offered moral support to everyone filming marble hornets. of course, brian disappeared one day... and then you lost contact with alex... and tim was trying to move on with his life, so you didn't really keep in touch with him either. then jay came around, and... well. that led to a certain hooded figure watching you from afar.
jay merrick was neither open nor reserved about his relationship with you. he probably mentioned you early on in a few tapes, and he maybe even introduced you to alex when they were still friends. you'd probably be mentioned in casual conversation with tim, but ultimately it was a situation where if someone knew, they knew. and if they don't, then they just don't.
alex kralie was more reserved about his relationship with you. his closest friends knew, such as jay and brian, but that was about it. of course, once the operator entered the scene and alex started cleaning up loose ends, your life was endangered. alex... he wanted to kill you. he had to kill you. you suppose it's a good thing jay managed to find you before alex could.
jessica locke is obviously very open about her relationship with you. no need to keep it a secret, y'know? you two are like... the couple, y'know? everyone knows you're dating; you guys don't hide it. why would you two keep it a secret? there's no reason to.
CW: smut!!, oral (male and female), piv sex, unsafe sex, praise, degradation, bottom reader, established relationship (unlabeled), choking, biting, marking, brief mentions of blood, aftercare, overstimulation, kinda d/s dynamics?
WC: 2,944
Perhaps flirting with two exceedingly powerful entities was a lackluster idea, one most people would only conceive of if they were high, or had some sick death wish. You, however, were quite the exception. Both Slenderman and Zalgo were rather unfond of humans, yet somehow they found you charming. They’d had humans pretend to not fear them before, but no one had been genuine. Instead of a dark static that clawed at your brain, quickening your pulse and your breath, you found curiosity in your veins instead. Your curiosity piqued theirs, and so they kept you around.
Turns out, proximity does breed affection, and what was just an eagerness to learn turned into caring, protection, and a sense of belonging. None of it was spoken, of course, but everything was apparent. You saw it in how they refused to let proxies and other entities around you, how people who acted ill towards you seemed to vanish, and how they gave you much more than they took.
You were spread out on Slenderman’s bed (something you weren’t sure why he had, he didn’t need to sleep). Nonetheless, it benefited you. The satin sheets felt soft against your bare skin. Zalgo knelt between your open thighs at the foot of the bed, teeth grazing the skin of your thighs. Not biting down, just teasing, working you open with eager anticipation.
You breathed out a sigh, feeling Zalgo’s breath ghost along your needy sex. Thighs tensing briefly in some sort of sixth sense, as moments after his teeth finally sank into you. A groan of sweet relief slipped past your lips at the stimulation, and instinctively your hips canted slightly. A strong palm pressed down on your pelvis, pinning you to the bed without hesitation, and a throaty growl graced your ears.
“Patience, pet,” You groaned again, feeling that you had been patient, and confused as to why your lover would make you wait more.
“Good things to those who wait,” A voice echoed in your head, and your eyes fluttered open. They landed on Slender’s sleek form in the doorway, watching. You weren’t sure how long he had been there, having previously been in his office, finishing his work before he intended to join the two of you.
A pout formed on your lips, you’d been waiting for what felt like hours, “But I have been patient,” You spoke softly, eyes roaming between your two lovers, searching for any glimpse of mercy on their faces. There was none, of course, instead Slenderman strode over to you, quiet steps making no sound as he stood next to you, looking down with a blank face.
A tendril formed, slinking its way towards you and cupping your jaw, tilting your face up at him, “Are you arguing, love?” You knew better than to say that yes, you were, so you shook your head.
“I wouldn’t” A white lie, harmless.
Slender leaned down, face inches from yours, “Good. You’ll take what he feels like giving you,” Incredibly in sync, Zalgo licked a stripe up your folds, finally giving you a microdose of what you had been aching for. Your hips stuttered a bit in response, unable to move much due to his unbreakable hold.
It was bittersweet, you were finally getting what you wanted - gratification, but it was all too slow to do anything other than tease you. You supposed you couldn’t entirely remove their cruel nature from your lovers, you thought to yourself.
You heard a small sound from Slenderman, something akin to a tsk, before his voice entered your brain, “You make it seem like the chase is entirely for us, as if you don’t yearn to be tormented,” A flush entered your face, humbled by his honest words. What he said was true, of course, but embarrassing nonetheless.
“Just want more-” You weren’t a pitiful creature, but you knew the right cards to play, “-please?”
Zalgo moved his hands to have one on each thigh, nails scratching your skin as his serpentine tongue circled your clit in clockwise motions. The hunger was ever apparent in the both of them as Slenderman finally pressed his mouth to yours. It was like kissing a strange void. He didn’t have the same type of mouth your previous, human partners had. It was like kissing a sentient fabric, he was everywhere, inescapable. And it allowed him to move in all the right ways.
Two tendrils slipped their way down your body, squeezing at your chest before moving to tweak at your nipples. Your thighs tensed, weakly attempting to close around Zalgo’s head.
Zalgo moved to prod at your hole with his tongue, lapping at your juices as Slenderman spoke, “Does he feel good, darling?” He continued when you nodded, “Then why don’t you tell him? Let Zalgo know how good he is making you feel, sweet thing,”
You gasped, one hand grabbing at Zalgo’s long horns, ‘You-you’re making me feel- ah, good,” A whimper, pathetic as he wound you up, knowing exactly how to move and work your body. He switched again, returning his attention to sucking at your sensitive clit. You could feel a tapered appendage replace his tongue at your hole - one of Slenderman’s tendrils. It was slow and gentle as it pressed its way into you. Wiggling slightly, taking calculated movements to open you up for him.
“It’s almost impressive how wet you are,” Slenderman cooed softly in your ear, twisting your nipples before reconnecting his lips with yours. You moaned into the kiss, back arching into the plentiful and overwhelming ministrations you were receiving all over your body. They played you like a fiddle, and they knew it all too well.
Zalgo hummed around your clit, pulling back just to toy with your head, “So needy already, every time we touch I get reminded of how easy you humans are,” You whimpered, steadily grinding your hips into their joint touches. It was so much, so attentive, all of the movements were correct, but you were greedy by nature, and you yearned for more.
“Please,” It sounded broken, and when you got no response from either man you continued, “Want you in me,”
“Yeah, brat?” Zalgo rasped, a demeaning tilt to his voice, “Why do you think you deserve us?” It was a growl as he stood up fully, leaving your clit unattended as he peered down at you, a snarl on his face.
“I’ve been good,” You reasoned, “Haven’t I?”
As Zalgo was opening his mouth Slenderman stole the silence from him, “You have, and you want a reward, yes?” You nodded eagerly, anticipation making your skin tighten, goosebumps breaking out everywhere. He turned towards Zalgo, “You get her mouth,” If Zalgo had an opinion on which end of you he fucked he didn’t say, instead he swapped positions with Slenderman in silence.
Fully nude, you admired Zalgo’s chiseled form. The sharp edges of his muscles reflected in the dim light. Scarred muscle showed years of dangerous, illicit work, but you pretended he built it all purely for your eyes.
He tapped his tip against your lips, “Open,” and you obeyed, licking at his tip delicately before slipping him into your mouth. His precum was salty and slightly thick on your tongue, but it was definitely not unpleasant. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked him greedily, feeling one of his hands come to twist in your hair. His hips were steadily thrusting, slow and consistent as he pushed himself further down your throat.
Simultaneously, you felt two of Slender’s tendrils spread your lips. He hummed something low; a sound of approval. Due to the position you found yourself in, staring up at Zalgo, you couldn’t see when Slenderman was about to press into you. But oh did you feel it. His tendril hardly did anything to prep you for his inhuman size. You couldn’t help the muffled moan that left your mouth as he finally settled in you.
“You’re so warm, it’s endearing,” He murmured, and Zalgo grunted in agreement. Slenderman began thrusting, in, out, slow and patient. Like he was trying to convince you of something, and the low hum that entered your brain told you that you were incredibly right.
“So soft for us, obedient,” He praised, leaning down to ghost his lips along your collarbone. “Perfect,” He began sucking along your sternum then, creating a trail of his affection for you. Each thrust of his hips created a beautiful tug of war with Zalgo’s. Each time one of them pressed into you the other pulled out. It was as beautiful as it was dizzying.
You felt dumb as one of Slenderman’s tendrils wrapped around your throat, pressing down hard enough to make breathing difficult. Each breath in and each exhale out was exaggerated, heavy with the weight of bliss.
Zalgo scoffed at the notion of perfection, nearly rolling his eyes, “Pathetic, maybe. Hasn’t even cum yet and she’s already dumb,” His voice sounded more gruff than usual, and you felt it in your core. God, you were close.
“Go on, cum for us, darling,” Slenderman urged, sucking a mark into the swell of your breast. He grew another tendril, moving to circle your clit. “Give it to us, pretty thing, show us how good we are making you feel,”
You were powerless to deny him as your back arched, you whimpered as your aching jaw twitched. Zalgo’s hand tightened in your hair, crimson eyes staring down at you with an intensity that made your thighs clench.
“You’re disgusting,” Zalgo spat, “Cumming like some desperate whore-” However cruel his words were, you could taste the hidden affection behind them. Sure, you were a “whore”, but you were theirs. And the both of them were incredibly territorial.
“Do you like being used like this?” Zalgo questioned, “Shared by two entities while you’re helpless in the middle, it’s sick,” But you saw how his thighs tensed and you felt how his thrusts deepened. You could tell, any second now…
He was spilling into your mouth, pulled out enough to keep his seed from going down your throat. He roared, an animalistic growl that rumbled in his chest. Sick with a lustful desire.
He pulled out fully, bending at the knees until he was face to face with you, “Swallow, pet,” He commanded, and you made a show of listening. It was thick going down your throat, and the saltiness lingered on your tongue even when none remained. You lolled your tongue out of your mouth, making sure he knew you didn’t waste any.
Zalgo grinned for a moment before he pressed his lips against yours. His tongue was down your throat in an instant. He kissed with a passion, a ravenous need that consumed you both until you eventually combusted.
You mewled into the kiss, and he swallowed the sound, one clawed hand coming up to cup your chin with a force. His hand was bigger than your face - every part of both of them was big. With both of them being around ten feet (three yards) tall, they had the ability to make even the largest humans feel miniscule.
His kisses trailed lower, until he was biting at your neck, teeth just above where Slenderman was holding you. You whimpered and he chuckled, always one to find your submission laughable. “It shouldn’t be this easy to make a mess of you, it’s embarrassing-” He glanced up at you, “Tell me, are you embarrassed, pet?”
You frowned, but knew he wouldn’t take silence as an answer, and so you reluctantly nodded your head, “Y-yes, shit. I’m embarr- ah- embarrassed,”
He hummed as he bit down on your nipple, “But you can’t help yourself, can you?”
You shook your head, “No,” Gasping when Slenderman pinched your clit.
“Eyes on me, sweet thing. You already made Zalgo cum, ,now it’s my turn,” You nodded meekly as Slenderman tightened around your throat.
Each sensation was so, so much. The twists to your nipples, circles on your clit, restriction of your airway, and bruising attention to your g-spot came crashing down on you, and you yelped.
“Fucking whore’s going to cum again,” He wasn’t talking to you.
“Of course she is, she always does,” Hearing them talk about you like you weren’t even there should not have been nearly as much of a turn on as it was. But you couldn’t do anything about it, because soon your eyes were squeezing shut and you were clamping down on Slenderman’s dick, whining as you came for a second time that night. You tried pitifully to wiggle away from the stimulation, yet it was fruitless. Zalgo’s eyes latched onto the movement, and were quick to pin you in place.
“You don’t get to do that. You take what he gives you,” He chidded, and you nodded in response.
Weak in the knees, overstimulated, and increasingly sensitive, a steady stream of sound was leaving your lips. Varying from moans to whines and whimpers, each more desperate than the last. You could feel your brain going fuzzy from the pleasure, too much bliss, and it was making you thoughtless.
“It’s so- so much, I- I can’t,” You wept, voice shaky as tears dotted along your waterline. You weren’t really complaining, the three of you knew you’d bitch them out if they dared to stop.
A slight groan left Slenderman, “Zalgo, shut her up,”
He grinned devilishly, pressing his clawed thumb to your lips. He pushed in the second your lips parted the slightest amount, pressing firm against your tongue, as far back as he could go. The only sound that could leave you now were squeaks of overstimulation, sobbed whines that begged for less and more simultaneously.
Slenderman’s hips canted slightly, as he hoisted your hips off the bed just a few inches, allowing him to demolish you from a new angle. A telltale sign, because then he was finishing inside you, sticky, thick cum painting your walls white and filling you up. He fucked you through his orgasm, only pulling out once the aftershocks wore though.
Of course, that didn’t mean it was over for you, because then his dick was replaced by his tongue. He had to clean up his mess, of course, and god forbid some got onto his bed.
He was gentle as he ate you, finally removing his hold from your throat, purely focusing on rewarding you, and making sure he left no trace of himself. Zalgo was quieter now, less mean. Pressing slow pecks along your throat and torso, tongue soothing areas he had bitten down on with his razor-sharp teeth, There might have been a little blood, but that wasn’t anything new.
And, as a turn of events, when Zalgo did speak it was praise now, you’d been good and let him be mean after all.
“You’re really something, you know that,” He whispered, and you knew it was the highest of compliments, “Never thought a human would want this. You’re one hell of an anomaly, pet,” And the cadence he said pet with had changed, too. A term of endearment, no derogatory undertone to be found.
You could feel your third climax building up in slow passes, like waves along a calm beach. It was peaceful, gentle, lulling you to sleep.You scratched at Zalgo’s scalp, murmuring about how close you found yourself.
He pressed a kiss to your naval, Slenderman squeezed your thighs, and the sigh that left you was quite possibly the most content noise either of them had ever heard.
“That’s it, easy,” Zalgo murmured, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re doing good, we’ve got you. You can let go,”
And let go you did, a few tears rolling down your cheeks that he caught seamlessly. Your hips were grinding into Slenderman’s face steadily, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Pulling back, he moved to press a kiss to your clit before repeating the motion of all of your thighs, words of praise littered in between.
“You taste so sweet,”
“So obedient for us,”
“We could not ask for anyone better, darling,”
“You were perfect, as always,”
It made you want to cry as Zalgo scooped you up in his strong arms, holding you as Slenderman quickly readied the bath. Carrying you in, he gently set you in the warm water, laughing when he saw your eyes were still closed.
“Are you still with us?” He teased and you nodded.
“Yeah, just… tired,” You sighed, finally opening your eyes to look at your two lovers. It was unfair really, how you could be so wrecked and they could still appear so unaffected.
“You came two more times than either of us,” It was hard to be insecure when Slenderman could hear your every thought, and was always willing to correct them.
You just grinned, “I’m lucky,” And you really thought you were - no one else had ever been in this position, and no one ever would be again.
Zalgo kissed the bridge on your nose as Slenderman ran your shampoo through your hair lovingly, “Damn right you are,” Zalgo’s way of saying “No, we are the lucky ones”.
You knew how you got here, it was a very obvious path you had taken from your first meeting, but that didn’t mean it felt real, and you didn’t think it ever would. But there was no sense in pondering the what-ifs, because soon they were pulling you under the covers of a warm bed, and you were laying in between two creatures who would, and could do anything for you.
Placeholder opening here, check part 1 for the other characters! i dont usually write for zalgo because my take on him is... so... yeah... and hard to write for him, but the idea of this intangible godlike entity that can warp realities falling for someone is horrifying
Notes: reader is GN but post mainly focuses on the canon characters, admin uses any pronouns for nina so if you see the pronouns swapping that's why!, heavy hcs for Zalgo and his part isnt really open for "it gets better and you guys get together" no his part is just... horrifying
CWs: zalgo is zalgo; ie non human entity does not follow human morals and is kind of... toxic and horrifying
JANE
I need you guys to bare with me because this blog has always been hc/au heavy with how I write characters but between all the main crps, Jane is probably the most likely to just.. be a normal person 90% of the time, so the chances of you and her meeting during a normal day is pretty high. She's closed off so you don't even notice that there's feelings developing on her end. If there is a difference it's just her being slightly more affectionate and open to you. She becomes even more protective of you, can you blame her? You've heard of the rumors about her family... She doesn't deny her feelings if you ask her, though, so it's a clean confession when the time comes instead of it just being spilled or forced out.
JEFF
He's so full of himself that he approaches you without thinking anything through because he's so confident that you're going to just fall for him. Makes a lot of jokes with you, some darker than others. Flirts with you up front because once more, he's so confident that you're into him that he doesn't take a moment to consider that you would reject him. Probably takes rejection the worst, at least out of the characters on this list. And that's on being on the run since your mid teen years, he didn't interact with many people because of that. "Oh you dig me" as you slap his arm because he said something dumb.
TICCI TOBY
Very similar to the other proxies, watches you from afar but he decides to interact with you sooner than the other two. He's wary, because he doesn't want to humiliate himself or screw anything up but he's so so so desperate to meet someone new who's in his age range so he's doing his best to appeal to you. Sometimes slips up because he's trying too hard. He can pester you and get on your nerves, but he doesn't mean anything wrong by it... usually.. You outright ask him if he has a crush on you and you can see him internally scrambling for something to say. It's actually a little sweet. Probably the most normal out of them all asides Jane, at least by Creepypasta standards.
NINA
Oh she is so upfront about her feelings for you! Makes you small trinkets and keepsakes with random stuff she finds. Very quick to approach you as well and make a friendship. Very chill if you don't end up returning their feelings, and more than happy to keep up a friendship with you if you want that. A yapper, too, so they have a habit of keeping you by keeping a conversation up and alive longer than others would. Custom kandi for you as well, with your favorite colors and some stuff they know you like! As an aside, Nina is a "cringe fandom enjoyer", so you guys can get into the same things and be cringe and free together! Not related to this post but have it as a bonus!
BLOODY PAINTER
He finds himself drawing you more than he draws his other subjects, and honestly its a little frustrating. You start finding some of his papers laying around. He approaches you so he can try to get even more accurate with his art, having the real thing as a reference is much better than relying off of memories of you wandering around town. Once the initial tenseness dies down, you might be able to get a few words out of him while he's drawing. "Muse of an artist" trope, a lot of the things he makes are dedicated to you in one way or another. His art is the only real tip that there's something going on, because otherwise he's good about swallowing and hiding his emotions.
ZALGO
Bonus character, Zalgo would literally alter the universe if he could to ensure that you're there and his. He can manipulate media, and create creatures.. I mean in my au he's literally the reason half the creepypastas exist... I WAS going to make a joke that he makes a stand in to act for him, but he's so into you that he can't stand the idea of someone else being with you... doesnt matter if he was living vicariously through it. Genuine psychological horror elements here with him warping the world around you in an attempt to get your attention and to get you to come to him. Technical cosmic / otherworldly horror (?) because he's something that transcends just about everything in universe. Simultaneously everywhere at anytime all the time, there is no real way to get away from him. Horrifying stuff.
