Cyberpunk Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" I know you are worried about me. But there's no plan which can be as solid as this one. I know I am aware that people might see me differently, many will blame me for wearing short clothes, or say that I am the one who might have seduced them and that's why they tried such a dirty thing on me. But I don't care. If I can get them punished by the law and take revenge for those victims who died and got violated by them, I am willing to go to any length " Amelia doesn't want to back off, from the plan she has already proceeded with, and she would like to continue. Damian wants her to rethink but knowing how stubborn she is, he gave up on that. She is his lover, his soon-to-be wife, and the nex

On the screen, a little blonde nymphet in a white, cowl-necked gown cut so that the front fell between her breasts to below her belly button, was bopping away in a manner that should have displayed her assets to all the world. Won't you stay? Won't you lay? Stay forever, and ever, and ever, and ever. La, la, la... Julia had no idea who the girl was, but she had a body to die for. She looked a bit like the girl that ran the coffee shop, but with less chest. I just can't get you out of my head... Flickering images of Lucy's face looking up with her tongue busy on Julia's clit danced before her eyes. She same image, but she could see Michael pumping into the blonde's pussy at the same time.

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

“Don’t be too mad at him. I threatened to break his fingers if he didn’t tell me what he knew, and after that, it was easy to get Cyber to dig into the name on the paperwork for the bar.” He had threatened to break Bobby’s fingers? And who the hell was Cyber? “You’ve seen Cyber, he's the one with all the tattoos.” I nodded, still not able to remember. Not that it mattered right then anyway. “This ex of yours is dead?” Fang went straight back to business. His face set in a grim line. I nodded mutely

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

So, even then, I thought that he, my boyfriend, should stay with me, not go traveling, and it was all I had left to do to bite my nails and pray that he wouldn't cheat on me too much, it was just a little bit, I could even , but not really, this lie that made me the supposed victim of Charming Boss 77 who wanted to take me to the dark side of the force, so that he would make me more comfortable, he was willing to comfort me so that I wouldn't miss my boyfriend who went traveling without me. It was then, that suddenly, even though I know it doesn't exist, a 14-year-old girl with silicone and a guitar body, where I couldn't do that, I was left in front of the computer, with a thousand things t

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:

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?"

My eyes landed on a story about a girl who becomes a contracted sub for a mafia lord. I raised a brow. “Really? This is what you’re reading?” He didn’t even flinch. “It’s not what it sounds like.” “Oh, it sounds like fanfiction for grown women with mafia kinks,” I said, grinning as I crossed my arms. “Is this a midlife crisis thing?” He gave me a warning look, which only made me grin more. “I’m just saying… you gave me a necklace, not a collar,” I teased, as I walked back around and perched myself on the edge of his desk. “Missed opportunity, don’t you think?”