Leatherface X Reader Novels & Stories

“Because I bet you’ll find it much more entertaining than simply controlling people.” I flick my wrist and she hits herself in the face. “Yeah no controlling people is way more fun,” I remark with a small smirk. She gapes at me and then looks to Logan who just shakes his head as he observes the exchange with a small smile. “Did you just hit me in the face?” “No, you hit yourself in the face.” “That’s not fair.” “You started it.” I shrug. She goes silent as I turn back to the book in my hands. I flip back a few pages and start reading again, letting myself get lost in the world of dragons and werewolves.

This wasn’t like the books where the world melted away and even in public the main characters were safe within their own bubble, the reassurance that no one would come and spoil their moment a whispered promise that only the reader could hear. “I’ll kill anyone who does.” His promise was dark and possessive, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t stoke the heat that licked it’s way in between my legs. Words died in my throat when Hael Ashford lowered himself to his knees at my feet. Arousal vanished for those fleeting seconds where he looked up at me through his mop of dark hair, his midnight eyes blistering as they drank me in. The sound of tearing fabric hit the air, vanishing as quickly as

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

"Look how fucking ready she is for us." He pushed her down onto the oversized leather sofa, the material groaning under her weight. Jax stripped off his shirt, revealing a torso etched with scars and power, while Roman unbuckled his belt with a predatory efficiency. They were both massive, their cocks already thick and throbbing, leaking beads of pre-cum that signaled the end of their restraint. Elena lay there, her hair a chaotic halo on the leather, her legs spreading instinctively as the two men converged on her. She was stubborn, yes, but her body was a traitor, already slick and dripping between her thighs.

I was starting to freak myself out a little. Whatever happened to Leah that didn’t need no man? I ran a hand down my face. I swear if someone could read my thoughts, they’d have a field day. “You’re overthinking again”. I still hated that he could read me so well. “That’s just my brain”. Okay what the hell? A chuckle fell from his lips. “Babe, you need to chill”. He placed his hand on my knee. “We’re almost there”. “This isn’t just sex for you right?”.

Elena’s POV “On my eighteenth birthday, I stole Dominic Mercer’s boxers… The same one he jerked off on after fucking his long-legged whore.” He stops reading, his lips pause, his eyes sweep my face. I bend my head, too embarrassed to even look at him. ‘Please… don't read more…’ I sigh and hope he leaves it at this. I can't help but wonder how much he’s read. Maybe I’ll care less if he doesn't read it to my face.

He should have been more careful and watched Lexie closely. Closing his eyes, Wren imagined Lexie's face and their too fleeting togetherness. Lexie is beautiful while laughing. Lexie is cute when she's blushing. Her face was flushed like a sweet ripe cherry. He was lucky to ever feel the softness of her skin on his lips. But the image of Lexie's face when she was crying and scared suddenly entered his brain. Wren frowned, and a second later he opened his eyes wide and gasping for air. He imagined Lexie in Kaella's shoes. Rafe tortured her so badly that Lexie's face was covered in blood. Rafe would cut Lexie's soft skin with a sharp knife, which he always used to torture his victims.

I push my finger a little more and was a able to slip in just to the first knuckle. Lexi let go of Luther’s dick with a scream and began riding me so hard it was like she was on a bucking bronco. I kept my hand still and let her do what she needed. Lexi dug her claws into my shoulders to steady herself. Yes, I said claws. And she as digging in breaking skin. No big deal I will heal. “ Oh fuck. Luther, Ryan I’m cumming.” Lexi screams as she rides my dick and hand. I don’t move my hand. I let Lexi take control. Her pussy pulses around my dick. She practically traps it inside her. “ Yes, honey. Cum for us.” I grunt.

I growled, my voice rough and thick with the tension burning through me. Chloe’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew bolder, her eyes gleaming with the same dangerous mix of curiosity and desire that had been driving me insane since the day we met. “I think I do.” Before I could stop her, she took my hand and placed it on her waist, her skin hot and soft beneath my palm. The sensation sent a shockwave of heat through me, my resolve cracking under the weight of her touch. She leaned into me, her breath warm against my neck as she whispered, “I’m not afraid of you, Lucian.”

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.