#offender x reader

“Holy cra-“ As soon as you hear the bathroom door unlock you reach to pull the shower curtain securely around your body, especially when you see the big, tall, terrifying monster come in. Damnit, what is he- “What the hell are you doing in here?!”

“Now, now, hold on~ Don’t get your panties in a twist… “ You watch, in mild horror, as Offender walks further into your bathroom, looking around until he see’s your discarded underwear. He slowly smirks at them, before turning back to you again. “I have a reason for being here.”

“Oh, yeah I’m sure you do,” You scoff. “Its just not happening. You hold on.” You tell him firmly, before taking in a huge deep humongous breath, before yelling. “SLENDER-“

Offenders hand slaps right over your mouth, quickly, so big it basically engulfs your face. Not too hard that it hurt, but enough to be unbelievably irritating. You don’t really believe he’s here to hurt you… not entirely, anyway. As you’re one of Slender's proxie's, you're under his protection here in the mansion (Theoretically. Slender isn't fantastic at staying on top of that particular clause), and Offender is kind of… sort of… maybe… at times... a friend? But you still don’t want him in here with you while you shower!! You're not that close! You don't trust him that deeply! You're not insane- You do stop screaming, though, since you physically cannot make sound loud enough to make any difference anyway with his hand muffling you, and just look at him bored, somehow, with raised brows. “You want to know what I'm doing, now sweetheart?”

You nod, making a pathetic ‘yes’ sound into his hand. He nods and takes it away, so you can take a full, unhindered breath. Now you’re just feeling awkward, taking in the situation. Here you are standing under the steady stream of hot water, your entire backside bare with the now warm plastic shower curtain pulled tight over your front... and there Offender is, in his coat and pants, looking like he's up to no good.

Ffff- flap jacks.

“So, what, um…"Uncomfortably, you adjust the shower curtain against your chest. "What can I do for you?” You ask, feeling unbelievably self-conscious. Typically, you're self conscious around Offender - Offender, with his abs and his perfect sharp teeth and always knowing what to say, - , but now you’re naked. And its so so much worse. He can see your wide arms and your hair is flat and soggy, and you're dripping.

“You were saying yesterday that you think you’re ‘gross’ or ‘undesirable’, or something. Thought that was ridiculous- look at you. So, I wanted to show you you’re not." A slow smirk spreads across his face again, before nodding and stepping back. "Come on out, and let me see.”

Immediately your jaw drops. He wants you to- what?! “What?”

“Come out and show me what’s so gross about you!”

“No,” You exclaim, horrified by the idea. Offender groans, rolls back his shoulders and stretches his neck from one side, to the other.

“Well, if you want something done- You’ve gotta do it yourself, right?” He mutters, and as soon as you hear it, you shuffle back in the tub and grip onto the curtain tighter; Knuckles blanching against the strain. Oh. No. Before you can even open your mouth to protest, or scream again, the curtain is completely gone from your hands and he’s got your hand in his, tugging you out of the tub and to the bathroom tiles, in front of the mirror. You squeak, almost unconcerned about the dangers of slipping as you cover you’re your chest with one arm, rip your other out his grip, and reach for a towel with it. “Uh, uh, uh!” A tentacle shoots out and grabs your wrist, causing your lips part, hopelessly. “No. There aint nothing to be ashamed of, baby, why hide? Come on, look at the mirror. And get rid of this- “

He tries to pull your arm away from your breasts, and you slap his hand. “Stop!”

“Come on, let Daddy see~”

You shoot Offender the worst greasy, making him smirk. “If you call yourself that again, I will personally castrate you.” You hiss. This situation is already mortifying enough, without him calling himself ‘Daddy’ like some terrifying, faceless Freddy Krueger.

He licks his front teeth, grinning at your threat. “Oh, baby girl, don’t you think they’ve tried that before?” Chuckling, he ignores your threat and your plea to stop, and continues to drag your arm away from your body. This leaves you completely bare, except for the heat in your cheeks, down your neck, and across your chest. “Much better~ Now, turn around to the mirror. Would it make you feel better if I dressed down, too?~”

“No. It would most definitely not make me feel better-“ You quickly try to get it through to him how much you do not want him doing that, but he’s already removed his coat. Now facing the mirror, you’re able to see your body, and him standing beside you in just his pants. The humour and horror of this situation quickly melt away as you look, and you just feel disgusted. You absolutely hate looking at yourself, and you avoid it as much as possible. And, standing there with Offender of all people as a reference… just makes it so much worse. He’s built like some Greek God. Did he expect to help?! You frown, and look unhappily at yourself. “... So, you were saying about there being nothing to be ashamed of?”

“Mhm. Look atcha!”

You make a face. “I am looking.”

“What??” Offender asks, mystified as he looks down at your face. Then he makes a gesture that’s his version of eye rolling. “Ugh, tv did this. Look, Y/N, you’re sexy as hell. I’d totally fuck you.”

You purse your lips. He’d fuck anyone, so that isn't saying much. “Everyone's a little self conscious... ” You scoff. “Everyone has issues with themselves... I don't have to change... ”

“Well, I dont.”

“Well, that’s easy, when you look perfect!”

As soon as the words leave your lips, and you both fully process them, a slow, pleased and dangerous smirk spreads across Offenders sharp mouth, turning to look at the real you, not the mirror reflection you. Which, as it turns out, is so much more mortifying! “Perfect? ~”

You get hot again, and take a step back. “Uh, well, obviously! I mean, look at you! You work out, right? I'm not saying that I- that I have a thing for you, Or anything- “Of course, you’re lying. You’ve always had a thing for tall guys. Bonus points when they’re jacked. Who doesnt? But he doesn’t need to know that!

“No, no, no. No take backs, sweetheart~” He grins, and backs you up into a wall, stepping far too close for comfort- his boots are on either side of your feet. He tilts his head “... You want to know what guys like?”

“No-“

He lunges forward suddenly like a cat and you're his little prey, a helpless little mouse, and takes hold of the skin around your waist. The chub on your stomach, the love handles above your hips... your fat. “Meat. The more, the better. And you, my precious, sweet little Y/N… “One hand crawls up and gropes one of your breasts, making you squeak and jump in surprise. He squeezes, smirking in pleasure at getting to do it. “Have plenty of the good stuff~... ”

You seem to have been turned into a stuttering idiot, at this point. You open your mouth, and all that comes out is, “U-um!-“

“That’s why I like you so much.” The other hand trails down your stomach, a finger tracing down to your most delicate, dangerous part. He stops just above it, before switching tact and wrapping an arm around your waist and right up against him. You yelp, and hold onto him so you don’t slip on the wet floor- and because you want to. Is this happening?? Is this real life?! Has he really sweet-talked you into wanting him?! HIM!? You're wet already, and its not just because of the shower that’s still running in the background. God, Slender is going to be so pissed at you for wasting water!- "Babygirl I've been dying to show you a good time. How about you let me?'

You force yourself to think for a split moment, rationally. This is Offenderman. Therefore, this an absolute nightmare situation. Completely. You should say no, you should scream for Slender while you have a chance. But, then... the heat of the moment takes over. And the fact that he actually, truly seems to like how you look makes you feel amazing...

And you’re gone.

“... Okay.”

He’ll act mean, but it’s actually cute aggression

Masky/Tim and Hoodie/Brian:

You confess bluntly

Tim just gives you a thumbs-up

Brian is very flustered about it, but accepts your feelings

He’ll get annoyed at Masky for being rude to their new boyfriend

Toby:

You confess quietly, but he hears you just fine

He’s confused on why you confessed, and then EJ explains leap day to him

He is a very goofy but caring+loving boyfriend

Slender Brothers + Zalgo:

Slender:

You confess in a frightened way

He accepts your feelings, and assures you he won’t do anything to hurt you

He then says he would kiss you, but he has no face

Offender:

You leave him a note by his pillow

You were reading, then all of a sudden you had white tentacles curled around your midsection

He only leaves enough time to let you know he feels the same before he

Splendor:

He finds out because the girls forget he was in their gossip session

He flamboyantly(Uzui?) accepts your feelings by scooping you up in a massive bear hug, and snuggling you for a very long time

Trendor:

You were acting as a mannequin for him, and you mumbled it

He paused his work, long enough to nuzzle you, then returns to fitting you a new outfit

You feel as though that was his way of saying he felt the same

Zalgo:

You don’t even get past a few words before you’re on his lap, and getting a very passionate kiss from the demon lord

Bonus of the day-

Practice confessions with Smile.dog + Grinny Cat + Rake

Smiledog:

He gives you well-pointed criticism, and tries to stand on his hind legs to make it more realistic

Grinny:

Doesn’t give a fuvx

Keeps turning his rear end to you to say he doesn’t care

Rake:

He doesn’t move

He just stares at you with a creepy smile