Cyberpunk Fanfiction Novels & Stories

*********** Once more, this is my specific kink. It's absolutely fucked up but it gets me off so here we are. You've been warned. Nothing about this is remotely okay in the real world, but it's hot as shit in fiction. This is a slower burn than usual, but big pay off. It will only be two parts. ***********

She turns on her heels immediately and leaves, while I’m left alone to think of my future. When my fingers move, they do so on my desktop, typing words I knew would sooner come to mind. ‘Lupin Academia: Kindergarten’ The first few things I see on the internet after typing that are appreciation posts for Zeath and Yolie who happens to have donated a huge sum to the school. Their pictures are all over the place, including that of their daughter; Nectar Diza Lupin. I hadn’t summoned the courage to be on this side of the web since. But maybe it’s time to face it now. If not, I may not be able to make progress on my vengeance.

“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.

For all you lovers of the Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club, just so you know... not all scenes make it in the in the story. I like to imagine these little cells that resemble tiny circular pink aliens drafting scene like hundreds of them competing in my head for a small chance to get noticed. They work day and night and by morning —they're all stacking it up in my head, some make it to the laptop and others don't. And from the laptop only the best parts make it to the book. but every now and again we miss one or two interesting parts.

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

Adelaide has just met Fenrir Dragmir, a person we all know is Cain but who she doesn't. Let's see how the story unfolds from here on. Please leave your comments, vote with gems, and leave your reviews. A big thank you to everyone that has voted with gems and a big thank you to Wendy N Barett for being a top fan. You can find me as Knightof Nostars on F******k, that's Knightof (space in here) Nostars. You'll find my profile and you can follow the profile. The next two chapters are going to be dropped after this.

She waved her hand, summoning a holographic terminal directly over the bed. "Show me," Scarlett commanded. The hologram flickered, displaying a heavily corrupted video feed. It wasn't a pristine, white-jade cultivation realm, nor was it the green earth. It was a sprawling, suffocating megacity built entirely out of dark metal and illuminated by blinding, toxic neon signs. It looked like a cyberpunk nightmare. In the center of the video, a young woman with a mechanical, cybernetic arm and glowing, artificial Qi-meridians wired into her spine was running through a rain-slicked, neon-lit alleyway. She was bleeding glowing blue coolant.

"But she lets me carry her." "Good," Vesper nodded. "My Cyra... she needs to drive. She needs to be the boss. But sometimes, she just needs someone to sit in the passenger seat and pour the champagne." "We are the passengers," Fantasy Cyprian rumbled from inside his helmet. "And the shields." "And the muscle," Mafia Cyprian added, ash falling from his cigar. "And the firewall," Cyberpunk Cyprian stated. Modern Cyprian extended his hand. "It was an honor," he said to the Shadow Knight.

I’m dripping, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out broadcast to every mind in the network. He adjusts the probe, and the pulses sync with his thrusts, each one hitting my g-spot, making my vision blur. The council’s murmurs grow louder, their arousal feeding back through the network, a loop of lust that pushes me closer to the edge. Kain’s hand moves to my clit, a single finger circling, and I scream, the orgasm ripping through me, pussy clenching around his cybernetic cock, gushing onto the chrome frame. The feed spikes, minds reeling with my climax, and Kain groans, his circuits pulsing one last time before he pulls out, cumming in glowing arcs across my stomach, the fluid warm, fa

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m