Poison. (Slenderman x Reader)

"Please, Slendy! Just one?"

"For ze last time, nien and don't call me zat!" He looked down at your pleading face, then to the contents in your hands and almost gave into your request at the look on your face. No! Damnit, he was Slenderman, a man of many different names, who killed people and little kids with no guilt or regret. He was not about to give in just because you begged and batted your eye-lashes at him with that pout on your cute little face. Though, it was rare to see you beg since you were more the demanding-

Oh how the-! How the hell did you even manage to get your eyes that big?

He took a step back as you took one forward, shoving what you held in his face. Which it proceeded to twist up and if it were seeing able the expression would e un-readable. He put his each of his glove hands on your shoulders and applied pressure, pushing you back out of his personal space.

His covered eye twitched as you pleaded one more time. "Please!~ It won't kill you, Slendy."

Oh, ho, ho, you. He pointed his finger in your face to scold you once again for calling him that, but he was cut short as he was met with what you held in your face. He went cross-eyed for a moment to stare at it, then his eyes traveled to your face that held a look of determination.

He gave you and your contents a faceless glare. He knew by the look on your face you were not about to back down from this so easily. You were like a tick, once you got under someones skin you were going to make it impossible for them to dig you out. But he wasn't sure he wanted to dig you out and flush you down the toilet. Despite the fact he hardly ever showed it, he enjoyed your company. You were everything he wasn't.

You were loads of fun and he wasn't and you made sure to tell him that, every single time he would not want to do something because he found it stupid and childish.  

But besides that, sometimes he wondered why you even stuck around him at all. He was a faceless freak. A murderer.A monster. So why the hell were you always so comfortable and open around him like he was small, harmless kitten!?

How could a human be so different? So un-judging? So-

He looked down cross-eyed again as he felt cold, wet against his nose and he released a heavy sigh. It certainly was no mistake how they were so annoying. He looked towards your face and felt the corners of his lips twitch at the look on your face.

Your nose was scruntched up, your eyes squinted and your lips pursed. He almost dead panned. He wasn't going to win this. So with a defeated slump of his shoulder, he reached up and wrapped his gloved hand around what you held, snatching it away in frustration. He did not want to do this.

You watched with curious eyes as the cloth where his mouth would be, ripped open to reveal his slight, annoyed frown and his sharp teeth. He stuck out his pointed tongue, bringing it closer to the food. He pointed and asked, "Like zis?"

And with a sigh, he very hesitantly, drug the tip of his tongue across the cold, sugary content. Once he got enough to where he thought you would be satisfied, he quickly brought it back into his mouth and went to savor it.

His eyes widened slightly and he could taste something delicious swirl around his mouth, through his taste buds, satisfying something hidden deep inside him. Suddenly, he desired to have much more. He slowly turned towards you, wondering just what in the world you had done to him.

The grin on your face only made him think of something horrible and as you stepped closer to him the grin grew. You snickered an patted his chest. "I told you, Strawberry Ice Cream isn't Poison." You turned to walk away but stopped. His eyebrow rose as you turned back around and quickly walked up to him. He almost recoiled at how fast and how close your face came to his. Quickly, with no warning, your own tongue came out and licked the tip of his nose.

He could feel his face burning and he started to sputter as you backed away with an innocent smile. "You had a bit on your nose." That was the last thing you said as you clasped one hand behind your back while walking away, licking your ice cream as if nothing just happened, leaving him on the bench in the middle of the woods, with cheeks as red as BENs pupils.

He looked back down at the sweet in his hand and felt his heart skip. Maybe you two could share this 'Strawberry Ice Cream' more in the future?