Hallo everyone~
It has been FOREVER since I updated this series with anything other than an issue .
However, a few weeks ago I was given the request to do a story.
I decided to do so- and I may pick up with the actual series soon.

In the meantime, enjoy~

Usual warnings of smut and language apply.

Recap:

"You'd better be telling the truth…" You said irritably as you rummaged through the various items hidden in the hat, noting the distinct way everything felt against your fingers. Some things felt like metal, others felt more like cloth. Some items were big, others were so small your fingers could barely grasp them. Then, after finding something felt nice against the skin of your fingers, you withdrew you hand and pulled out-…

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Nothing. You didn't pull out anything. All you did was grasp the inside of the hat and tug it out of Splendorman's grasp. You didn't want to play the game, so you figured that grabbing the hat would get you out of it. Technically the hat was an item- it just wasn't one of the items provided by the guys. As soon as you had the hat in your hold, you flipped it over to empty its contents onto the couch. Then, you held the hat up as if to say "I pick this one". When it came down to it, you made it clear when you didn't want to play a game. You expected to find a look of sadness or confusion on Splendorman's face when you studied his expression, but that wasn't what you found. Instead, you caught a look of worry on his features. What? Did he think everyone was going to throw a fit because you wouldn't play? You couldn't keep from raising an eyebrow when he held his hand out in front of you.

"E-erm… I-I'll let him know you picked his i-item…" Splendorman stuttered as he took the hat from you. Your jaw dropped slightly upon hearing this. The hat was an item. You couldn't believe it, but the sad fact was that it was true. Either they had predicted this action ahead of time and wanted to make sure you had to play, or the guy who used his hat as an item really didn't want to be picked. Not that it mattered. The usually joyful slender being seemed to cough awkwardly as he raised the hat above his head to make sure everyone saw it.
"O-Offenderman, she picked you…" Splendor said in a nervous tone as he weakly shook the hat he held in his hand. All at once, the sound of the other men groaning hit (Y/N)'s ears. Clearly they were as unhappy about your choice as you were. Though, now that you were aware of who you had picked, there were a few other thoughts on your mind. Surprisingly, you weren't very concerned about what Offenderman might try and do to you. That was probably because he hadn't really tried to seduce you or anything. The two of you had made small talk off and on, did a few things outside the mansion, but he had never made an advance on you, and he had never tried to offer you one of his roses. If anything, your concerns were more about why he hadn't bothered trying to flirt with you. He was notorious for getting into the pants of anyone with a pulse and the ability to have sex. Yet he didn't portray the slightest interest in you.

Before long, the being whose item you had picked made his way over to you. Splendorman returned the hat to its rightful owner, and seemed to mouth something along the lines of "Don't be crude". You half expected Offenderman to say something sarcastic in response, but instead he dropped his hand to put his fedora on your head.

"C'mon Bright-eyes, let's get this over with." Offenderman stated in a seemingly amused tone as he lifted his hand away from your head, only to offer it to you. After huffing a bit at the treatment, you accepted the slender being's hand and allowed him to lead you to the closet. Splendorman followed close behind the two of you, and continued to behave in a way that made it obvious that he was nervous. You didn't know what was up with him, but you could only guess that he worried about Offender doing something to you. You had your doubts, given how many chances he had turned up in the past. The trench-coat wearing being held the door open so that you could head inside the closet first, then he followed after you. Within seconds of him stepping inside, the door closed behind him and left the two of you alone in the darkness. Alone in the dark and cramped space, that was the closet.

At least he was short compared to his family members otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stand up. You stood in silence as you waited for your eyes to adjust to the lighting. Sure, you had better sight at night than most people, thanks to what becoming a proxy did to you. You just needed a minute or so to let your pupils dilate correctly. Once you could see better, you sighed and leaned against the wall while you thought of something to say. You couldn't exactly blurt out "Why haven't you tried to get in my pants?", now could you? After a moment, you opted to take off his fedora and offer it back to him. You didn't really get why he had you wear it, anyways.

"Here's your hat back." (Y/N) stated as you removed the fedora from your head to hold it out to the being. To your surprise, Offender didn't put it back on his head when he took it from you. He put it right back on your head and seemed to chuckle. Needless to say, you couldn't help but huff at his relatively immature action. He could have just said he wanted you to wear it.

"Keep it on for a bit~ It looks good on you." Offenderman cooed in a playful tone as he pulled his hand away from your head. Granted, he did so after giving you a couple of soft pats. What were you to him, a puppy? If he thought that, then he would have to learn to think otherwise. If you were anything, it was a cat. Your retractable claws made that fairly obvious.

"How so?" You questioned in a slightly irritated tone as you peered up at the being, who seemed to be smirking at you. Well, at least he didn't seem to be actingodd. Offenderman tended to be playful when he dealt with you, especially whenever you two were alone. You had no idea where or when he had started behaving like that with you, but you didn't mind it. The overall attitude made you feel more, accepted? If that was the right word for it. His behavior just didn't bother you. Well, not much anyways. Him putting his hat on your head the way he was was fairly irritating. Not that it mattered. Everything felt a bit more natural when you were socializing with Offenderman. With others there was just a sense that they weren't being themselves. That was probably why you liked being around the slender beings. They didn't put up masks to hide from you.

Not like Masky and Hoodie. Trying to talk with them was like trying to talk to an audio recording. They'll tell you something, but ignore all of your questions. That was why you didn't like being around them. There was a lack of trust between the three of you, and the only reason you put up with them was because of Slenderman. He wanted the three of you to cooperate, and you did. You just didn't go out of your way to be around one another outside the requirements. You raised an eyebrow curiously when the sound of Offenerman's chuckling hit your ears. What did he find so amusing about the situation?

"I just think you look good wearing my fedora~" Offenderman chortled. You watched his outline shift slightly, and you figured that he had given a shrug as he spoke. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his response. Still, you hadn't really expected a different answer. He was Offenderman after all. He was a sex loving being with an interesting sense of humor, and a laid back personality that made him seem harmless. You just hadn't fallen prey to his libido or his rarely seen temper. The only issue was that you weren't sure if you wanted it to stay that way.

"Good in what way?" You asked in a partially sarcastic tone as you eyed the being, who shifted again as if he were shrugging. As good as your eyes were when it came to seeing in the dark, there just wasn't enough light in the room for your pupils to catch. You could see his outline, and the outlining features of his mouth and clothing, but everything else was pretty blurry. Still, it was better than nothing. You heard the male let out a quiet laugh at your question, and rolled your eyes. He was going to make a game of this, wasn't he?

"Well, I could say you look sexy with my hat on~ But I don't want to overstep any boundaries~" Offenderman stated in what sounded like an amused tone, though there was an odd note of seriousness to it. You couldn't help but give the being a curious look, even though you knew he couldn't see it. Or at least you thought he couldn't see it. In the end you had no idea how he or Slenderman were able to see, given the fact that they lacked eyes. Still, you were slightly put off by what he said. Had he been putting off flirting with you because he thought it was wrong of him to do so? If so, then who would have thought that the infamous Offenderman had morals?

"What boundaries?" You inquired. Your tone was slightly hesitant and unsure, but that was likely because of the situation. You were pretty much asking why Sexual Offenderman wasn't flirting with you or trying to get into your pants, after all. In the end it was kind of hard to flat out ask that kind of a question without feeling off. Your eyes caught the movement you had come to associate with him shrugging. Was he going to play off the question, or be blunt?

"Listen doll, I know your background. The abuse you went through, what the pig you called a step-father almost did to you. All that crap." Offenderman stated in a surprisingly calm tone. Well, that confirmed whether or not he was going to be blunt with his answer.
"Believe it or not, I don't particularly like to target victims of molestation and the like. I leave my lovers wanting more. They beg me to take them, then when I'm gone they lie alone at night and hope I'll come for a visit…" He stated in a gruff tone as he shifted around in front of you. You winced as a flicker of light suddenly hit your eyes, and you recognized the glow as a flame. The scent of smoke hit your nose before long, and that made it obvious that he had decided to light a cigarette. Honestly, you weren't very surprised by it. He was a known smoker, and tended to light one off whenever he felt stressed or on edge. That of course, meant he was just as bothered by the situation as you were, if not more.
"Look, (Y/N), you're a nice girl. Under normal circumstances, you'd of spent a night or two with me a long time ago. But these ain't normal circumstances. You keep your distance from people- more than I think you notice. From where I stand, that's a sign that you'll take any advance as a threat to your well-being… That's not how I like to work. I make my advances; make you desire me in ways you can't even imagine. Then once I've got you begging for me, I take you and ruin you. I take you in a way that makes it impossible for anyone else to satisfy you… I make sure what I do, keeps you mine even if I abandon you." Offender explained. His words were horrific. They were dark and showed how much a manipulative, sexual predator he was. Yet, they didn't bother you. The way he sounded when he spoke. The way he sounded when those dark words rolled off his lips. You should have been terrified of him, but you weren't. Was it because you had already formed a sense of trust towards the being? Or, was it because he had made it clear that he refused to go near you because he couldn't get the reaction he wanted? Was there another reason? Honestly, you had no idea. You didn't even know how to respond to what he said. The remainder of your time in the closet was spent in silence, save for you sneezing. The smoke from Offender's cigarette bothered your nose.

You couldn't help but wince when light abruptly flooded the confined space you shared with the being. He stepped out once the door was open enough, and idly offered a hand. You didn't really understand why he did so, but you put your hand in his nonetheless. He pulled you out of the closet, then flashed a small smile and took his hat off your head. Once he had his fedora back on, he gave you a soft pat on the back before he walked off. As it was, he had made it clear why you were "Safe" from his advances. Part of you felt grateful, but some other part of you wanted to hate him for it. He was denying part of his nature because he didn't think you would make good prey. You still didn't know how you were supposed to feel about all of this, but there was still a sense that it should be bothering you. You just needed to figure out what bothered you the most, and why. Then you needed to think over how you were going to react.

Splendorman put his hands on your shoulders as soon as Offender was out of sight. You peered up at him curiously. He still wore a worried expression on his features, and to calm him you reached up to lightly grasp his arms. For a second or so you contemplated dangling off of him like a child would, but you decided against it. You were a bit old too be hanging off of his arms like a toddler. Though, in comparison to his size it wouldn't have been any different than a child hanging off of an adult. He seemed to smile a bit at the reassuring contact, but it was still clear that he was anxious about something. About what, you had yet to figure out. Now you knew why Offenderman hadn't been pulling any stunts with you. Given that he and Splendorman were related, then the usually joyful being should already be aware that you weren't in danger of being seduced.

Whatever he was nervous about, it had nothing to do with whether or not Offenderman was going to try getting in your pants. Not that it really mattered, when it came down to it. In the end, you were "Safe" from Offender. You weren't going to be put through what his "Victims"were put through. A sigh passed your lips as you looked up at Splendorman, who seemed to be nudging you in the direction of the stairs. You got the hint and decided to go ahead and go to bed. You were tired, though you doubted you were tired enough to fall asleep. You just figured it would be better to lie down upstairs than it would be to stay downstairs and deal with the horde of guys who were going to continue playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Splendor ushered you upstairs and made sure you made it into bed. You didn't really understand why he was so keen on looking after you, but you didn't question him.

He was anxious around something, and you could understand how that felt. You had spent most of your life in a state of emotional detachment. Not because there was something wrong with you, but because you needed a means of protecting yourself from the emotional stress going on around you. Now that you were away from those who had triggered the defense, all of the walls you had built around you were gradually being taken down. Albeit, they didn't seem to be going down fast enough. Your emotional defenses were what kept Offenderman from making any advances. From his perspective, you were still defensive enough to consider his advances a threat to your safety. To a point, he was right. If some stranger tried to touch you, they didn't get to keep their hand for long. If you were comfortable with someone though, you wouldn't really be against the advances.

You just needed to figure out if there was a way to get that through Offenderman's skull…

*Timeskip – Later that night*

The mind was an interesting thing sometimes. Only allowing you to think of what you needed, when you were done trying to think about it. You had spent four or five hours trying to figure out how to confront Offenderman on his reasoning behind not hitting on you, but all you could really think of was how stupid you were for wanting him to do so. You didn't really get why you wanted him to treat you like one of the women he met on the streets. At best, you could guess that having him treat you differently, bothered you. Since so much time had passed without thinking of a reasonable way to confront Offender on his behavior, you wound up trying to go to bed. As far as you had been concerned, you would be able to think better in the morning. However, once you actually started to doze off, it hit you. The best way to get Offenderman to treat you like he would anyone else, was to make it clear you were fine with it.

In the end, the reason he kept his hands to himself was because he assumed you would take any advances as a threat. That couldn't be farther from the truth. Yes, you reacted negatively- sometimes violently- when people you didn't know or like tried to touch you. You liked Offenderman though. You got along with him, and the other slender beings. Sure, you didn't exactly like any of them in a romantic or sexual sense, but for the most part you didn't view anyone that way. That was either a side effect from the years of emotional detachment, or you were asexual. Personally you were leaning towards the first option. If you were asexual, you had your doubts that you would be alright with the idea of sleeping with Offenderman. If things went the way you hoped, then you wouldn't be left untouched by the being for long. He wouldn't hurt you. You could be sure of that much.

As it was, the basic plan was to just go and visit Offenderman in his room and tell him he was wrong about you. Then it was all a matter of reacting based on how he responded. The only outcomes you could predict were him ignoring you, or him trying to test out your theory. You had the basic idea of what to do for both scenarios, but you couldn't be sure how things would play out until it happened. Hence, you had already made your way to Offenderman's door. As far as you knew, everyone else was either in bed or out doing their thing. So, you had no idea if the being was in his room or not. The quiet tap of your knuckles against the wooden door sounded surprisingly loud compared to the silence of the building. Every second seemed to pass as if it were an hour, but the door opened before you could convince yourself that Offender was either asleep or away.

Granted, you were surprised to have him open the door while wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. You had never seen him in attire other than his trench coat, and thanks to how everyone talked about him you didn't think he bothered wearing anything underneath it. Though, there was a chance that he only wore boxers to bed, and went commando the rest of the time. You weren't about to ask though.

"… What're you doin' up?" Offenderman questioned with a hushed tone, making it clear that he hadn't been asleep when you knocked. There was no way he could become so awake in such a short amount of time. He must have been lying in bed or something. At least he didn't seem irritated. You had half expected him to be grumpy, given how late it was.

"We need to talk." You stated calmly as you eyed the taller being, who gave a shrug before stepping aside. Again, you were somewhat surprised by his behavior. You had expected to have to make the request to go into his room. He must have wanted to make sure the talk was in private. Alright, there wasn't much surprise about that. Given his reputation, if anyone happened to spot you standing in his doorway and chatting, they would likely assume he was trying to coax you into his room. Wouldn't they be in for a surprise if they found out your intention was to make Offenderman willing to do so. You stepped into his room without saying anything, and found yourself somewhat taken aback by the scenery. You knew he had a thing for roses, but you hadn't expected it to be as serious as it was. He had vases of the faintly glowing flowers lined up on every surface.

There were rose petals on the floor and on his bedding. You wouldn't be surprised if he had roses in his closet, not that you were about to sneak a look. Offenderman calmly walked over to his bed and sat down. He opted to wait for you to bring up what you needed to talk about. That was how he worked, and you knew it.

"You're wrong about me." You stated in as calm a tone as possible as you eyed the being. The quiet sound of his laughter met your ears not long after. Usually he was a bit louder when he laughed, but given the situation you could understand why his voice was hushed. He didn't want anyone in the house to be aware that you were in his room. You felt the same. If anyone else figured out you were there, then there would be some issues.

"Wrong how, Bright-eyes~?" Offenderman inquired with a soft chuckle as he reached to grab a box of cigarettes off of his nightstand. Not long after, the smell of smoke was evident in the air. You had just started talking to him, and he already needed to smoke. That gave away his stress, even if his voice and body language didn't. You could guess that he suspected what you were trying to talk about, but wanted to hear it from your lips. He was going to react based off of what you told him.

"About how I'd feel threatened if you tried to hit on me. You're wrong." You said as you crossed your arms in front of your chest in hopes of coming off as serious. He would either see it as that, or claim you did so because you felt uncomfortable. In the end it would all depend on how he read your body language.

"Is that so~?" Offenderman chimed in a playful tone as he blew a smoke ring into the air. You half expected him to be able to blow the smoke hearts you always saw in cartoons. Granted, you had a feeling it was impossible to do something like that. Smoke rings seemed difficult enough to do, but you weren't exactly a smoker.
"Care to put your little theory to the test~?" He inquired with a bit of a chuckle as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. There it was, one of the reactions you had anticipated from him. Now, all you needed to do was hope you could react accordingly.

"Do what you like." You stated boldly. Given that he was the one with all the experience with picking up lovers, you planned on making him put it to use. Besides, if you tried doing anything to get in his pants, odds were you would make a fool of yourself. You weren't here to make yourself look like an idiot. You were there to make sure Offenderman treated you like he did everyone else. The being blew a puff of smoke as he chuckled, then he put out his cigarette. He didn't need to keep it lit if he would be too distracted to smoke it properly.

"I can't do anything if you're standin' all the way over there~" Offenderman purred, making it clear that he planned on taking advantage of the situation. For all you knew, he was taking this as some kind of a challenge. A challenge that would determine whether or not you were actually comfortable doing this with him. You couldn't help but roll your eyes slightly as you moved closer to the being, who raised a hand for you to take.
"C'mon Bright-eyes, no need to stay so far away~" He cooed in a teasing manner. You rolled your eyes again as you put your hand in his, only to squeak when he yanked you forward. Before you could guess what he was up too, you found yourself sitting in his lap with him smirking down at you. Well, at least he was having fun. A quiet huff escaped you as you tried to get comfortable in the beings lap, but you soon found yourself unsure of whether or not that was possible. As it was, Offenderman was quick to start using his tendrils on you. He was also quick to pull you into a kiss. So, getting "Comfortable" seemed to be difficult. Not because what he was doing bothered you, but because you didn't really know how to react to all of it. You weren't exactly used to having this done to you. Though, that didn't change the fact that having him kiss you the way he was seemed to make it harder and harder for you to think.

He smelt like smoke and the fragrance of the roses that were in his room didn't do much to make the scent less annoying. The taste of the tobacco from his cigarette was almost overpowering, but surprisingly it didn't bother you as much as you expected it to. Maybe he was just distracting you well enough to keep it from bugging you. You wound up biting his tongue when his hand squeezed your thigh. For some reason, it tickled- so it startled you. Offenderman seemed to growl a bit at the bite you gave him, and not long after you felt him nibble on your lower lip. He seemed to take the bite as you being playful. So of course he would respond in a fairly playful manner. In other words, he gave your thigh another squeeze and bit your tongue lightly when you squeaked. His actions were rewarded with a light slap to his bare chest, which only provoked a laugh from him.

"Aw, don't be like that~ I'm just havin' some fun~" Offenderman purred with an amused tone as he broke the kiss, only to lean in closer to he could drag his tongue against your neck. The action was enough to provoke a shudder from you, but you couldn't help but huff at his words.

"You're such an ass, sometimes." You grumbled in a slightly irritated tone. At least you could be content knowing that trying to be intimate with him didn't affect how you interacted with him. He was still behaving the way he tended too- aside from the kissing and intimate touches- and you were still responding the way you tended too. Another squeak escaped you when one of his tendrils slipped down the back of his shirt, and you had to fight with yourself to keep from smacking him again. You could tell he was being playful, but there was no telling if he was testing to see if you took his behavior as a threat. You had no idea how he managed to unhook your bra using just a tendril, but he did it. That was impressive, but there was no way in hell that you would tell him that. Instead, you opted to try and find a way to get him back. You had a feeling that his tendrils would be sensitive enough.

So, you wrapped your arms around Offenderman's back to try and mess with where his tendrils emerged. The being seemed to growl when you wrapped your fingers around one of his tendrils. You didn't exactly know if that meant he liked or disliked it, but you were sure to figure it out soon. If he didn't like it, he wouldn't let you do it for long. The tendril he had inside your shirt curled so that it could grasp the bottom of the cloth, before he began to pull it off of your frame. You had to let go of him so you could lift your arms up, and you weren't surprised that he removed your bra along with your shirt. That left you topless and sitting in his lap, and he was more than happy to take advantage and feel your bare skin. His hands were actually a lot softer than they looked- but they were still rough in some places. You wrapped your arms back around Offenderman's frame to resume teasing where his tendrils emerged from his back.

His growls seemed to turn into purrs as you rubbed the seemingly sensitive areas where the appendages emerged from his frame. At least you could take mental note that he liked it. The feel of his teeth scraping against the side of your neck managed to make you flinch- though you didn't understand why. Maybe it was because you knew he could literally bite your throat out if he felt like it?

"Keep teasin' me like that, and I'll have to get ya back~" Offenderman purred. His teeth scraped against your neck with every motion of his jaw. The feel of it was, interesting, if that was the right word for it. You weren't bothered by it, but you wouldn't hate it if he stopped. You could basically say it was an ineffective way of seducing you. When he flicked his tongue against your ear, that was another story. You found yourself dragging your nails across his back when he did that- not that he seemed to mind. If anything, he pressed against the touch so your nails would dig into him more.
"Someone's havin' fun~" The being said with a light chuckle as his tendrils began to work on pulling off your pants. He wound up having to lift you up a bit so he could slip the cloth out from under your rear. Just as expected, your underwear disappeared along with your pants. When it came down to it, he wasn't one to beat around the bush when it came to stripping his lovers. He also wasn't one to hesitate before touching any"Uncharted" territory. Even though you jumped when his fingers found that particular part of you, there was no denying that he was good at what he did. He had to be, given what he did for a living.

"By 'Someone', I think you mean you~" You found yourself stating before you ever had the chance to think over a retort. He was distracting you well enough to make your mind go almost blank, so you tended to react on impulses. Offenderman seemed to laugh at what you said, and before you could question him, his lips found your ear.

"Actually, I was talkin' about you~" Offenderman cooed, his lips teasing the shell of your ear as he spoke. There was an odd sound to his voice that you had never heard before, and it caught your attention. Why did he sound like that? You tried to push him away a bit so you could have a chance to think, and his immediate response to that was to pull you closer. His hands held your hips and slid you further into his lap. That was what gave you the answer to your question. That was also when you became painfully aware of how warm your cheeks felt.
"But, given the circumstances, I think we're both havin' fun~" The being cooed, a faint chuckle rumbling in his chest as he spoke. Part of you wanted to smack him. He was taking advantage of the situation and making you more and more aware of how embarrassing the situation actually was. A strange noise escaped you when Offender pulled you even further into his lap. There was an intense heat pressing against a place you didn't realize was so sensitive. Before long, the being began to slide you back and forth in his lap. This continued for a couple of minutes- and you made some rather embarrassing noises, much to your dismay- before he slid you off of him completely. For a split second you were worried that he had decided to stop, but that fear flew out the window when it became apparent what he was really up too. He had been wearing his boxers the entire time. He had to take them off in order to continue.

Part of you regretted how well you could see in the dark, because he was facing you when he removed the only piece of clothing he wore. Sure, you weren't new to the look of the male anatomy- but Offenderman was a whole new form of male. The same, but different, if that made any sense. Once he was bare, the being made himself comfortable before he pulled you back into his lap. That was more or less when it occurred to you that he might intend on having you be the one on top. That was an awkward and confusing idea, but part of you could guess that he wanted to you have some sense of control. He didn't want you to feel threatened- or at least that was what you could figure. For all you knew, he just liked the view. Either way, it soon became apparent that he really did intent on having you top him. This became apparent when he abruptly lied on his back and smirked up at you.

He was having way too much fun with this. You felt your cheeks heat up more as his tendrils coiled around your limbs. The tentacle like extensions of his body grasped you by your calves and upper arms, and his hands held you by your waist. Offenderman helped you get where you needed to be as far as connecting your bodies went. There was a split second of discomfort when he first pressed into you, but aside from that it didn't bother you. There was just a strange pressure deep inside you, and the intense heat he gave off. He helped you move once you were ready. His hands held you in the right position while his tendrils helped you shift your body up and down. When you seemed to get a feel for how to move, his hands left your hips and wandered elsewhere. He caressed your sides and took time to play with your breasts, but he didn't do much else.

With his hands at least. His tendrils took to feeling whatever he couldn't reach without having to sit up. He seemed to let you be the one in control. At least until you started to get into it. After a few minutes the heat he gave off seemed to start affecting you more, and you mentally thanked him when he used one of his tendrils to cover your mouth. The noises you had started to make were embarrassing, and just loud enough to be heard outside the room. Neither of you wanted to get caught. Without meaning too, you bit into the tendril to muffle your voice further. He didn't seem to mind it though. He just chuckled and seemed to make a comment about you being a bit of a sadist. If it hadn't been for the fact that you were unsure if he actually said anything, you probably would have bitten him even harder. That was probably around the time that he started to move.

He took your hands in his and interlocked your fingers. You couldn't tell if he had done so to be affectionate, or to keep you from clawing at his chest. Probably both, seeing as scratch marks really stood out on his paper-white skin. Either way, he didn't let you stay on top of him for long after that. He must have been taking his time to see if you were genuinely comfortable with what you were doing. When that was confirmed, the being used his hold on you to turn the tables and pin you beneath him. Offenderman held your hands above your head and leaned to drag his tongue along your neck. He moved his mouth to your ear, and nipped at it a bit as he removed his tendrils from your body. All of them save for the one that covered your mouth.

"Roll over and bite the pillow~" Offenderman seemed to growl into your ear, before he pulled his hips back to remove himself from you. A few seconds later, his tendril pulled away from your mouth. You noticed the bleeding bite mark that the limb adorned, and tried to make a mental note to apologize for it. You hadn't meant to bite him that hard. After taking a moment to collect yourself a bit, you tugged your hands out of his grasp and rolled onto your stomach. He moved his arms so you could pull the pillow closer to you, then you buried your face in it. You didn't actually need to bite it, did you? He wouldn't exactly know if you did or didn't. There was no harm in hiding your face to keep quiet. Once the being was convinced that he didn't have to worry about your voice, he resumed doing as he pleased with you. His tendrils found your thighs and gripped them as he put a hand on your hip.

He eventually coaxed you into lifting your rear, much to your embarrassment. Your grip tightened on the pillow as you felt him get back into position. When he pushed back into you, the feeling was much different than before. The heat he gave off had you moaning into the pillow, and the pressure was so intense you felt as if your abdomen might burst. Before long, you really were biting down on the pillow. Honestly, you would be surprised if you didn't accidentally rip it open with your teeth. Before he started to move, he pulled one of your arms behind your back. You didn't understand why he did that, but you didn't really mind it. He caressed your wrist with his thumb as he moved. Whatever he was doing, it made you feel much calmer than you expected. After that, everything became a bit of a blur. There was the pleasure, and then the soreness in your shoulder when he let your arm go.

He was virtually silent, save for the huff of breath that escaped him off and on. You kept your hold on the pillow, no matter what he did. At some point he pulled you so that your back was pressed against his chest. He chuckled in your ear as you clutched the pillow for dear life. Even while doing something like this with you, he took the time to tease you. In the midst of everything, he still made fun of you and tried to make a game of things. That was the Offenderman that you knew, and you were glad that this didn't change that aspect of him. If he could still behave like this, then you knew the behavior hadn't been an act. Somewhere along the lines, he bit you. You didn't know if he had done so to get payback for what you did to his tendril, or if it was just something he liked to do. Either way, you would have to keep your shoulders hidden for a while.

He broke the skin when he bit you, but it didn't really hurt. He kissed the mark off and on after that, and nipped at the skin near it. You could only focus on so much of what he did. In time, the pressure in your abdomen became so intense, that you were convinced it was supposed to hurt. Not that there was any pain. There was too much pleasure for there to be pain. Then there was an intense feeling you had never experience before. Your vision spotted- honestly you thought you were on the brink of passing out. All the breath in your body seemed to disappear, and you basically went limp. When it was over, you found yourself gasping for breath and trembling. You had to stop hiding your face in the pillow so that you could breathe, not that Offenderman seemed to mind. When you were next able to think, you became aware of how out of breath he seemed to be.

Whatever it was that just happened, you understood why it would have people addicted to the being. You flat out collapsed on top of the bed when Offenderman let go of you, not that you weren't basically on your stomach by that point. The being lied down next to you and draped an arm over your back. His skin felt really hot in comparison to the air around you, which seemed to be freezing. Before long the blanket was pulled so that it could cover your back. You hadn't really been paying attention to how much you were shaking, but it seemed to bother Offender. He rubbed your back and seemed to stare at you while you recovered from whatever was wrong with you. Had the ordeal really been so intense that it nearly hurt you? You didn't think that was possible, but for some reason the being seemed fixated on you. When he stopped rubbing your back, he massaged your thighs.

Did he think you pulled something? That you could understand. Though you weren't in any pain, so you had a feeling you were fine. Not that you were about to tell him to stop, given how nice it felt. You lied still and closed your eyes as he rubbed your tired body. He put extra effort into rubbing your shoulder. You knew that would be sore in the morning, given all he did with it. Between him holding it behind your back, and biting it, you knew it was going to hurt. When he seemed content with what he had done, he rolled onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head. By then you had more or less stopped shivering, though an occasional spasm hit you here and there. For a few minutes after that, everything was silent. Neither of you spoke. No one appeared to pound on the door, much to your relief. Everything was just, quiet- and surprisingly enough, the silence wasn't uncomfortable at all.

From where you were lying, you could faintly see light coming from the window. Offenderman's room was on the third floor of the mansion- yours was on the second. Either way, if you had bothered to sit up, you would have had an excellent view of the starting sunrise. You didn't have the energy to do so though. So, instead you settled for watching the mix of vibrant colors that made up what you could see of the sky. The sense of calm that the light brought was more than enough to push you closer to the sleep that your body demanded. Offender eventually retrieved a cigarette and his lighter so that he could smoke. He took a couple of puffs off of the cancer stick, before he turned his head enough to make it clear that he was looking at you.

"You should sleep." Offenderman stated calmly, before he sat up to move off of the bed. For a split second, you contemplated arguing with him. Then he threw the other half of the blanket over you. In the end you were more or less wrapped up in the garment. He had folded both sides over you, rather than move you under it. Either way, the part he had been lying on was warm when it hit your skin. You didn't manage to stay awake very long once the warmth hit you…

*Timeskip – sometime the following day*

When you woke up, it was in a way you hadn't expected. Slenderman shook you from your slumber. You woke to his distressed voice calling out your name. Splendorman was in the room as well, though he didn't need to say anything to display his distress. You could see it in his expression. Needless to say, you were confused. The pair took the time to explain everything to you, though they waited until after you ate. Apparently you had been asleep in Offenderman's room for over a day. The being had kept quiet about you whereabouts until people started to ask questions. The only reason he spoke up, was because Slenderman had been on the brink of sending a search party after you. After that, Offender took off to prevent Slender from beating the living daylights out of him. Then he and Splendor had rushed to check on you. Given that you had been asleep for over a day, it made sense that your stomach protested.

So, they gave you some food, but it was something small. A couple of granola bars, and some juice. You didn't exactly care for the drink they gave you, but you drank it anyway. Better to get something in your system so you wouldn't faint from low blood sugar, or whatever it was that would make you pass out. Once you had something in your stomach, the being took the time to explain everything in more detail. Offenderman had kept everything a secret, but only until people started to panic. By people, you meant Slenderman. Masky and Hoodie had only been mildly irritated by your absence, but aside from that they didn't care. If anyone else had been bothered by your supposed "Disappearance", then it was only because they feared for their own well-being. Given the information you had, it was only natural they feared you throwing them under the bus in order to save yourself.

Not that you would, and not that it mattered how clear you made that. Sometimes it was surprising how paranoid everyone was. As it was, now everything was out of the bag. Pretty much everyone knew that you and Offenderman had been "Busy", as Jeff so tenderly put it before you tried to get him to "Go to sleep", as he liked to say. He was a lot faster than he looked, you could give him credit for that. No one knew where the being ran off too. Given that Slenderman was furious with his "Uncle"- if he really was that- you wouldn't blame him for wanting to lie low for a while. Honestly, you felt the same way. With so many members of the household openly mocking you, it came as no surprise that you wanted nothing more than to lock yourself in your room for a few days. Slenderman didn't question or try to stop you when you stated you were going to do so.

Granted, you were beyond surprised to find a certain someone in your room when you got around to going in there. How and when Offenderman managed to sneak into your room, was a mystery- but it didn't change the fact that he was lying on your bed. Lying on your bed and smoking a cigarette at that. The being waved at you with a slight smirk, and you rolled your eyes in response.

"Miss me~?" Offenderman cooed as he exhaled a puff of white smoke. A sigh escaped you as you made your way over to the being. You tried to push him off your bed, but found he wasn't as easy to move as you thought. In the end, you had to settle for moving him a couple of inches so you could sit on your bed. There was barely enough space for the two of you, not that he seemed to care. Albeit, he did sit up when you smacked his stomach. He seemed to do so more out of impulse than because it hurt.
"Hm… Apparently not." The being grumbled. He scratched at his abdomen a bit, before he took another puff of his cigarette and draped an arm around your shoulders.
"But, let's be serious for a moment. How're you feelin', Bright-eyes? You were out cold for a while." Offender inquired his tone still mildly upbeat despite his claims at wanting to be serious. Though, the attitude might have been his way of making sure you weren't uncomfortable. You found yourself shrugging on impulse.

"I'm fine. I was just hungry as sin once I woke up." You stated after a moment. Not long after, you felt the being run his fingers down your back. You squeaked and smacked him almost immediately. You smacked him a heck of a lot harder than you usually did, too. You didn't like people playing with your back.

"Well, good to see there's nothing wrong with your arm~" Offenderman said with a bit of a grunt as he rubbed the side of his chest. He had purposely done something to get you to hit him, because he wanted to make sure your arm was alright. Did he think he bit you too hard? Or was he worried about something else?
"How 'bout your legs? They sore or anything?" He inquired after taking another puff of his cigarette. The question caught you a little off guard. What was he so worried about? Why was he asking all of these questions? Still, you couldn't help but stretch your legs out. You hadn't really noticed it earlier, but your legs were sore. Most of it was around your thighs.

"Actually, yeah… My legs are a little sore." You stated awkwardly, before you pulled your legs onto the bed. The being nodded at this, and reached out to give one of your knees a soft pat. You didn't really understand why he was taking such interest in how you felt, but you didn't mind it. At least this showed he viewed you as more than just an easy lay.

"That should pass in a couple days… Er… If not, then I'd suggest taking it easy for a while. Y'know, in case you pulled something…" Offenderman said in an almost hesitant manner as he continued to smoke his cigarette. You raised an eyebrow at this, and contemplated saying something along the lines of "You mean in case YOU pulled something?", but decided against it. He was taking the time to make sure you were alright. There was no reason for you to be an ass about it. You offered a slight nod in response to what he suggested, before a sigh passed your lips. What now? What were you supposed to do? He was hiding in your room, and as it was you were basically doing the same. Before long everyone in the house would know that you wanted to be left alone. That would mean there was a good chance that Offender would hide out with you until everything died down.

"What now?..." You asked in a surprisingly sheepish way. Honestly, you were acting like a child. The being shrugged at this and gave your knee another pat, before he finished off his cigarette and turned to face you.

"That's up to you… Listen (Y/N), I can't tell you how things'll work from here on out. I know we can't be partners, or whatever it is people call it.. We can't date, I think is the better way to put it. You want to share a bed with me from time to time, then that's fine. You want this to be a one-time deal, that's fine too." Offenderman stated in as calm a tone as he could muster, though it was somewhat obvious that he was unsettled by the conversation. Why that was, you had no way of understanding. For all you knew, it was because he had never bothered to really get to know someone on a personal level before he got in their pants. That might have been the first time someone coaxed him into something he was trying to avoid. There really was no way for you to know, and you weren't about to ask. All you could do was nod, and try to think of a way to respond. Luckily he gave you all the time you needed.

"I didn't do that because I wanted to date you…" You stated quietly.
"I did it because I didn't want you to treat me differently." You added after a moment. Offender let out a soft chuckle in response to this- but for once, you didn't think it was because he was trying to be an ass. If anything, the laugh was a sign of understanding.

"Alright then~ I guess that clears everything up. But, my statement still stands. If you ever get lonely and need someone to take your mind off things, by all means come to me. If I'm around, I'll give you the distraction that you need." Offenderman said with a bit of a laugh, before he reached up to gently grasp your shoulder.
"All that aside, you do realize I plan on hiding in her till old Slendy calms down~?" The being cooed. You couldn't help but smile at this, and you gave a small nod in response.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that much.. You can stay in here, but no funny business. There's not enough space on the bed." You said in response to the other's question, a bit of a laugh passing your lips. As it was, everything looked as if it were going to be okay. So long as Slenderman didn't figure out where his uncle was hiding, there weren't any expected issues. You got what you wanted, and your relationship with Offenderman wasn't negatively affected by it.

~You had embraced the creature in a night of passion -
be it for one night, or for any lonely night to come.~

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