Slender Brothers x Reader Oneshots

Slenderman x Fem! Reader (Lemon)

"He's turned down every girl that's gone over. If he won't accept me he definitely won't accept you," You friend complains after you find the wallet belonging to the night's 'main event'.

"I'm returning his wallet. Not asking him for a drink," You tell her after accepting the wallet back from the bartender.

You found it on the way to the bathroom and handed it in, but the bar is in full swing and they're too busy to do it themselves, so you offered to do so instead much to the man's relief. You slip off your seat and head towards the man most of the girls have been trying to sweet talk the entire night, each one leaving dejected and upset.

"None of you know how to take a hint," He growls when you approach his table. "Look, I'm not even going to entertain it. Please, just go before I get angry."

"Dude, you dropped your wallet. Not every woman wants to jump your bones," You say, slapping the wallet down on the table in front of him before turning on your heel and walking away.

"Told you," Your friend snickers when you return, doing your best not to roll your eyes.

You order another drink from the bartender, your friends gossiping about the strange man. You sneak a glance back his way, but his lack of features gives no hint to who has his attention. He is attractive, even with the lack of face. A suit seems a little fancy for a bar like this, but you do enjoy a man in a suit. A shame he's such an asshole. Your friends each ditch you one by one for their nightly hookup, ending up alone in the bar, so you decide to go ahead and head home for the night.

"The gentleman at the table sent this over," The bartender says, setting down your favorite drink with a grin and a wink.

You look back at the table where the faceless man still sits, a soft smile coming to your lips. Alcohol is coursing through your system, and this is a time when you really should go home because the guys is an asshole, but all reason is lost. He's handsome, it's been a long time since you've had a hookup, and who wouldn't want the handsome stranger to take an interest? You can't read any kind of expression, but you're positive his attention is on you. His 'gaze' burning into you as he waits for your next move. You grab the drink and slip off your stool before walking over to his table, secretly enjoying the looks of anger and envy that follow you the entire way.

"Thank you for the drink," You tell him.

"Would you like to sit?" He asks you.

Your eyes widen in surprise, your cheeks heating with a blush as you nod your head and sit down. You half expected him to tell you off or find some way of embarrassing you. You're buzzed, and you do feel flattered this man wants to be anywhere near you, especially compared to some of the other ladies in the bar. He could have anyone he wants, but he's chosen your company for part of the night. Even if all he buys is one drink you don't mind. When you sit down next to him you're assaulted with a musky scent mingling with cologne and pine. It's the kind of smell you will never forget.

"What changed your mind?" You ask him once you're settled.

"Every woman in this bar has been eye fucking me all night long while you don't spare me a single glance. It's the lack of face isn't it?" He asks, earning a snort of laughter from you.

"The lack of face is in no way a turn off. You're just an asshole," You tell him with a grin.

"I am an asshole. Is that not a turn off?" He asks you.

"Most of the time it would be," You tell him with a shrug of your shoulders. "But how can I be mean when you bought me a drink."

"That's all it takes?" He asks, sounding amused.