Slenderman X Reader Novels & Stories

I giggle, trying to push him off. He takes my wrists in his hand and pins them above my head, "How do you expect me to focus while you lay half naked on our bed while reading everything that you dream I should do to you?" He casts a glance at my closed book with a mischievous grin. My face heats up, and my heart races at the thought of him knowing exactly what I have read and what I want. Xander's grin turns into a smirk as he climbs over me, his knees trapping my hips and eyes raking over my torso.

Let’s call him a dead man walking. He smirked as he came forward, looking at me with lust and anger in his eyes. I scrunched my face, trying to ignore the lecherous gaze he directed at my sari-clad body. “Hello, mate,” he said, and I rolled my eyes. A collective growl rang through my warriors as they heard him call their Luna his mate. This again? “Are you stupid or just born dumb? I am not your mate! Xander is my mate!” I growled. “What the fuck do you want?”

His other hand made its way up my thigh and to my waist holding me gently and caressing it in a vertical up-and-down motion. His lips were already making their way up my hand. This is when my brain rebooted. I pulled it out of his grasp and looked at him wide-eyed. “Ah, I don’t think we should be doing this,” I said as I looked at the floor. He tilted my chin up and met my gaze. “Why do you resist? Give in to the fantasies of your wolf.” He said and I turned my head away from his hand. Fuck, I can’t be doing this when I haven’t even thought of an answer to Xavier. I heard Xander grunt as he stepped back from standing between my legs. “Why are you thinking about him at such a time?” Xander as

My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving, my entire body trembling. Xander pulled back, licking his lips, his gaze locking onto mine with chilling amusement. A slow, cruel smile stretched across his face. “This,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark, “is just the beginning.” A sob clawed up my throat, but I swallowed it down. I refused to give him the satisfaction. His smile only widened. “You think you’re strong now,” he continued, his voice dripping with venomous amusement. “But it won’t last.”

My arms lift up and behind me, wrapping around his shoulders as I continue to ride Devin. Xander kisses up and down my neck before settling over my matemark. He sucks on the spot deeply before his teeth pierce my skin. I slam down on Devin’s cock, an orgasm ripping through me. Devin’s scream follows mine and I feel him empty inside of me. Xander, his fangs still buried in my neck, lets out a muffled moan as he cums deep into Devin’s ass.

"Including you, Ransom. None of your regular shit with ladies. You treat her well, or you answer to me and TTW, over there." Xander snorted. His face was a little livelier now. His voice only the tiniest bit slurred on the mental link connection. "I don't know what I am, yet. But I know I want her. I guess she and I will have to figure that out for ourselves. Her kisses pack a fucking punch though, bro." He gave into a full body shiver.

he added with unhidden relief. “I thought I dreamt about that,” Xavier breathed, eyes wide open from surprise. He took the letter from his brother’s hands and proceeded to read it. “She answered,” he whispered to himself. He looked up to meet Xander’s gaze. They went to the house quickly. They settled in their home office to talk. Xander already ranted about Syliva and the possibility of a mating. Xavier wrapped a blanket around his shoulders as he sat down. He showed to be more reserved than his brother.

“Xander, I swear to—“ “His throbbing cock traces her wet cunt, making her cry out—“ I scream his name louder, pushing my body to move. It doesn’t heed to my command and I’m still stuck in place, trying to push through a wall I cannot see. “Harder, Zade, harder.” He says in a high pitched voice, trying to mimic that of a woman’s. I would have laughed at how ridiculous he sounded if I wasn’t mortified. I could have sworn the words didn’t sound that dirty when I was reading them. “Take that dirty whore, cum all over your daddy’s cock?” Xander finishes with a note of question, he looks up and our eyes meet. There is amusement and something else in his. He closes the book and I let out a sigh of

Soft, sultry music began to fill the space. Sarah’s chest rose and fell with anxiety. This was real. She was really going to have BDSM sex with a monster. A man she loathed. Her mind flashed to Vincent—his touch, his warmth, his love. She had thought he would be her last. He was enough. He was everything. But fate—cruel, mocking fate—had dragged her into this. “Still scared?” Xander’s voice was low, smooth, almost amused. Sarah’s eyes met his. He looked like something out of a vampire fantasy—sharp, sculpted, alluring in a way that made her skin crawl and her breath hitch.

Now it's Occisor's turn to bathe. Sasha sits on the bed and picks up one of the books, she is now starting to read the lycanthropic session books. The first book is about Mahni and Selene. She's still in the part where they both train for the big day of the contest. When she finishes reading the second page, the door opens and Occisor enters only with a towel around his waist. Even though she has already gotten used to sleeping with a naked man beside her, Sasha still feels her cheeks heat up whenever he enters the room and takes off his towel. He lays down and she smells the air, the smell that comes from him is very good. She takes a deep breath and stares him in the eye, so as not to let