Slender Man x Reader LEMON(other pastas too) 18+

Jeff the killer x reader lemon

"Bye" you said as your best friend walked out the door. Five of your friends had come over to hang out. It was a cold friday night, and after being with your friends from 3pm to 10pm, you were finally able to take a shower and put on some warm comfortable clothes. After finishing that process, you went to bed to read some creepy pastas, since you were alone you could fangirl over your favorite person, Jeff the Killer. Your friends found it weird how anyone could love someone like him, but that's exactly why you loved him. By this time you had imagined thousands of times that you could've met him, your biggest dream was to go around killing with him, and you already had a list of people that you'd kill first. You fell asleep for an hour, but after tossing and turing you decided to go get some water. On the way back to your room you saw something that looked like a shadow, but you were so tired you ignored it. You were lying on your bed staring at the ceiling and heard someone whisper "go to sleep". At first you were a little scared, but too lazy to check what it was. Finally, you were able to sleep, but woke up with someone on top of you. Was it him? He had long shinny black hair with bangs, black eyes with out eyelids but heavy eyeliner, a bloody red smile, white-ish skin, a white hoodie, black skinny jeans, black converse high tops, and a sharp knife in his hand. You couldn't believe it, Jeff the Killer right in front of you, now, you could just say "I love you", no that would be too weird. He walked closer toward you, whispering “go to sleep”, but you just sat their motionless trying to make sure that you weren’t dreaming. “Oh, so you’re not going to do as I say”, he said lifting up his knife. “I know who you are, and I’m not scared”, you said. “Really, the fact that you shaking doesn’t convince me”, he said with a smile on his face. He was right, you were scared, but just a little bit.  “You’re Je-Jeff the Killer”, you said in a trembling voice. There was no going back now... “I idolize you, the way you let your madness take over, and how you carelessly kill people for your own desire makes me want to be just like you” you said staring at your sheets. “How do you know so much about me?” he asked you giving a smirk. Your voice became much lower now, and you could feel your face becoming red, “actually I-I love you”. He heard you, but you didn’t know. “Look, if you pass this test, you and I can become partners” he said putting the knife down and taking of his clothes. At first all you could thinks about was how this just happened, and why. “Take of everything”, he sounded so powerful, and this was one of the things that you most wanted so you just went along with it. He climbed on top of you, and pinned you down on your bed. He started kissing you. His tongue traced your trembling lips, paying special attention to the underside of the plump area in the center of your upper lip. His tongue boldly swept through your mouth and swirling here, stroking there as it claimed every moist inch it could. Moans, inquiries, and squeaks were stifled by his hungry and relentless tongue. When his became bored with inspecting the territory, it focused on yours. He did anything and everything to prevent you from talking as he gorged on how your tongue felt. On how your mouth was perfectly seasoned by his presence. Your lungs cried for air. The heat of his body was so intense you felt naked. You felt trapped. He tasted wonderful. The power he exuded was nothing short of amazing and dizzying. You'd always wanted someone strong. In its own weird way, his confidence and aggressive tendencies were attractive. He felt your tongue fighting back, sneaking beneath his to poke at one of his teeth. Jeff ruthlessly but lightly clamped his teeth shut. Your chest heaved beneath his, nose working in overdrive to breathe. Not wanting to give you the impression that your plan had worked, he leisurely sucked your tongue. You were still gasping for breath beneath him when he got the idea to inch his way back up to your mouth. He laughed as you whimpered at the feel of your tongue being threaded through his teeth and taken over by his tongue once more. Jeff followed your squirming mouth, body rising and head extending to follow the desperate angle at which you'd thrown your head in hopes of breathing. Really? He marveled, that’s how easy you are? Damn, that's cute! He smirked into your lips after testing his theory. A firm grasp that reddened your skin and marked his territory had your body singing. Your scent flowing. Jeff broke away from your mouth, relishing the sight of saliva connecting you both. He followed the string back to your lips, nipping at the lower one and latching on. You'd come. Your face was too red to deny it, too. He smirked proudly from above you, cheek balanced on his fisted left hand. Jeff lowered his body, elongating his figure. His hardened bulge rubbed at your moist core. He drew himself up to straddle you again instead of hover. He went in for the kill. You yelped as his teeth sank into your neck, body arching as his hands seized your breasts. One of his fingers skimmed the inside of your thigh, immediately seeking out your moist heat. What he'd found was sweeter than your breast, but not by much. "Mmm..." he licked his lips, smirking at his soaked finger. Flicking his tongue across the substance sent his taste buds go crazy. “Jeff!" you looked between your legs to see him touching you curiously. Testing the sensitivity of your body by winding his tongue across various parts of your inner thighs. The one good, long scream that ripped from your throat fueled his inquisitive tongue. He nodded into your heat, tongue surging against your clit in time with the opening and closing his jaw. It felt like he was trying to swallow you whole. His tongue swirled and scraped along the sides of your hot treat, possessive and savoring you."You taste awesome." Jeff complimented, head poking up from your thighs. He crouched, taking in the sight of his handwork. He'd licked you clean and loved every minute of it. Cleaning his mouth of your addictive glaze gave. He didn’t have time to think of what else he'd like to do. You blushed heavily at the sight of his eager member. He jumped at the chance to enter you, just as he had. Snuggling himself as close as he could get without entering you, Jeff stretched his torso and arms out until his hands slid smoothly beneath your shoulders. "You ready?" he asked while nibbling your ear. He essentially threw you against his chest, forcing your arms around his neck. You got a glimpse of his torso before he thrust into you. It was a reflex to throw your head back into his bed. Your body was tight with shock. "All the way in one shot! Yeah! Man, you're tight!" "Je -Jeff! Jeff!" the slightest retraction and curious wiggle had your body flooded with new sensations. He was stretching and reaching places you hadn't known to exist. The white liquid dripping down your thighs was disregarded as he continued to test his boundaries by pulling out farther each time. Every hungry slam back into your heat caused your stomach to clench and your heart to thunder. It was awing, to be filled to the brim so many times in a row. To miss him so startlingly when he left mere centimeters unfulfilled. Confident with the feel of you, inspired by how your legs struggled to hook around his hips and anchor him, Jeff dove back in like it was the very first thrust. You cried out, body bouncing with his as the bedsprings wailed. The mattress dipped and rose with the force of his thrusts. With the pressure behind his hands as the left your shoulders to smash against the bed for support. He scrunched up his frame just enough for you to slide your legs over his hips. Hands sewn thickly about his sweat-studded neck, you held on tight. He continued for a pace and duration you found amazing. You'd had four orgasms and he'd powered through each of them, managing a breathy pleased moan. He was delaying his own gratification just to prove he could while driving you to that point as much as he pleased. The time for savoring was over, though. He couldn't take your screams of pleasure his ears anymore. Jeff went at it one last time, it felt like his knife was cutting your insides, you knew that you couldn’t take it anymore. Sweaty, exhausted, extremely satisfied, you collapsed on him. “W-why did you do this?” you asked him, of course you didn’t mind, but to get him so easily, it wasn’t possible. “Because, you were the first person that wasn’t afraid of me.”