Slenderman X Reader Novels & Stories

I didn't know what he was thinking, and if I could read midns like he could, then I guess he wouldn't have had anything to keep to himself. Wolves couldn't read minds. We only went with our instincts, and our nostrils that could go lengths, while vampires could do their stuff, and even read minds. That was what Xander could do, he usually read the minds of people, those girls that loved to he around him, and just took their heats and read them. Though he wasn't able to do that to me most of the time, I knew that I couldn't have done it either. Why the hell was he suddenly gloomy, and why was he looking that way?

Again pseudo-innocence, his eyes past her waist trailed downwards and her womanly curves came into view. She did come out to torture him, guess what the blonde haired woman couldn't do by physically engaging him, Lena had done with just her appearance. Love and Lust, a deadly mix. He felt blood rush to his groin, he would need a distraction. “Xander”she walks to him, plea displayed in her eye. “I am sorry okay, I should have never stepped out you can use whatever punishment on me but I need to eat.“ He watched her walk past him and dish herself some food before starting on the food.

Xavier watched her as discreetly as he could without going full on creepy stare. Setting her glass in the cup holder, she reached into her bag and pulled out a different book from the one she had the first time. Bummer, it might have been fun to watch her read smut. “Oh I guess we done with reading sex stories?” he asked with a snicker before he could stop himself. She jerked her head toward him, and her glossed lips fell open with a little pop. “What?” “I’m sorry.” Xavier laughed, riding the charged feeling in the air between them.

I tried not to shiver because a slight shiver from my hand meant brushing my husband's hard dick. Someone please tell him, I am a doctor and not a masseuse. If his thighs are aching so much, he should call for a masseuse. “I am not going to call my masseuse. What's the use of having my ‘contracted’ wife then?” He said, emphasizing his all-time blackmailing card; the contract between us. With amazement I looked at Xander. I was right then thinking about masseuse and he literally had that rolling out from his tongue. How could he read my mind? I saw a smirk slowly capturing his lips, and his orbs glowed red.

I cried out softly. But Xender didn't stop. He continued to slide his hands through my wet folds, teasing me. "Afirmative," I moaned, confirming ready. “Take off your top.” He ordered. Xender rolled over again. As soon as I had discarded my shirt and bra, he pressed two long fingers into my tight entrance and curled those expert fingers up. He began a slow, steady rhythm that had me closing my eyes and struggling to match his strokes. “Maintain visual contact, Maya,” He commanded as he lowered his head and captured a nipple in his mouth.

I muttered, and Xalen kind of melted. “Of course he melted. It’s the first time you are calling him Xay after you-know-what,” Liya chimed into my mind. “Plus, he is smitten, remember?” I tried not to blush as my wolf sent images of silly faces into my mind. I didn’t even want to begin to wonder if the love Xalen claimed he felt was a result of the mate bond or if he loved me for me. Xalen groaned before I could get lost in my thoughts. “Fine, I will read the damn paper, but you have to promise me that you will stay with me regardless of what I read out.”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

"Ashley, Ashley, does your boyfriend know what a dirty little slut you are? Does he know that you like to fuck so hard? What do you think he would say if he knew how easy it was for me to get into your cunt? I'm going to fuck this cunt until you cry for mercy. You're going to take my cock in every hole and you're going to love it!" I was shocked and excited, all at the same time. This was a long-held fantasy coming true and this man I hardly knew seemed to know exactly what to say and do. It had never been this good with Xender and I felt a perverse thrill that Xender could make me feel what he never had. Xender released my hands but warned me not to touch him yet. His hand moved down my bod

She hurriedly asked before he could ask another question, Draven nodded in response and she cleared her throat. “Why did you ask me to read a book based on BDSM?” She asked and he didn't give her a response, all he did was stare at her and tap his fingers repeatedly on the table. “What do you think?” He asked back and Xalia froze. Is it what she is thinking?

I think I am becoming addicted to it. After I left the library, I subconsciously went to the rooftop. I want to spend the rest of the lunch period there. The rooftop is actually very quiet. No one comes here except for Xander and me now. I sat down and brought out my book and started reading. I was so deep into reading the book that I didn’t notice that someone had entered the rooftop. “I know I will find you here.!” I turned to see Xander standing in his glory. He is wearing the school uniform without the blazers and his sleeves were rolled up. He paired the outfit with a black Nike sneakers. He looks as if he is modeling for the school magazine or something like that.