Cyberpunk Fanfic Novels & Stories

This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear understanding of its mature and controversial themes. Happy Reading ! You can follow my F******k page, Mia X Novels and I*******m Account: miaxnovels, for more stories !

I tend to keep my mafia books light but this one will be different. Fanuco Ferrero is a sick twisted man and he turns Catalina into who she is. To be able to show the extent of his damage, some themes can't be avoided. Please DON'T IGNORE this warning and complain about it in the future. For those who decide to proceed, thank you for your support.

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

Finally, he yanked the toy out with a slick pop, the sudden emptiness making me whine, only to replace it with a thick finger, then two, stretching my pussy further while he continued pounding relentlessly. His pace faltered, breaths coming in harsh pants as he chased his peak. With a guttural groan, he came again, flooding me full, cum overflowing to mix with the mess on the sheets. Exhausted, he uncuffed me at last, pulling me into his side. I curled against his sweat-slicked chest, the storm raging outside the windows—thunder cracking over the dystopian skyline, rain lashing the glass. In this world of rebellion and control, I'd lost the fight, but surrendered to something darker, hotter:

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

I leaned towards his ear and whispered, breathing hotly against his earlobe and fighting the urge to pull it between my teeth. His huge hand cupped my ass and I felt his chest rumble against mine when he squeezed it and moaned lowly. For the third time since we walked into his apartment, he was turning me on afresh and this time felt more intense and intimate than the last two. I already knew the orgasms awaiting me would be mind blowing. “And for my first fantasy, I’ve always wanted to be blindfolded while being eaten out. I’d also love to have headphones in for the full experience,”I gave in and pulled his love between my lips after I revealed my first wish.

I pant, practically begging him with my eyes to stop this torture. His upper lip curled up into a small cocky grin. " I bet you still have that image of my cock in your head. I'm sure you're been craving to wrap your fingers around me huh red? Have you been touching yourself while holding that image, red?" My eyes widen, my breathing coming into short pants as the car grows extremely hot. He chuckles, the sound causing me to shiver. " I bet you have, you naughty girl. And here I thought you were innocent. I bet you're craving for me to finish what I started in that janitor's closet,"

, He was daring to make such questions and pointing them in front of the emperor. " Mate or not... doesn't matter. Maybe a beta can't have ve ma o is free to date me and marry another beta. But I am an Alpha, and no book says that I can't date or marry a Beta. To be more accurate, no book says an alpha can only have an omega as his partner. I know you all have your thoughts and opinion, so I won't tell you to change your perspective. But I do hope that you will not interfere in my business ". Amelia stopped by the flower garden, and Ashley was by her side. She was happy for putting those rapists in prison. But it wasn't the end yet. The real thing has just started.

“I’m sure Ciara and I will get along famously. Women in our circles learn to share the spotlight.” Share. The implication is filled with suggestion. My thighs press together under my dress, Cain’s earlier release still marking me. I hate how my body remembers him. I imagine clawing Cain's face now. My nails raking down those sharp cheekbones while I ride him hard enough to bruise us both. In the fantasy, he bleeds, and I come screaming his name anyway. Pathetic. I'm pathetic! “Lovely,” I manage. My voice doesn’t waver. Good.