Despicable Me 2 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Oh my god, I totally forgot I was trying to be a sexy maid for you.” He chuckled, playing with my loose hair. “It’s okay.” I pouted and smoothed out the skirt. “I wanted to play out this whole fantasy, but I ruined it.” Damon tugged at the lock of hair, his eyes darkening. “Tell me about this fantasy.” I swallowed and whispered, “I… I am a naughty maid who sneaks into your room and finds your sex toys. And when you find me, you punish me.” He raised his brow. “I don’t have any sex toys here.”

DRAEKON stared at Vaelora, somehow turned on by how quick and smart she was. While they had all been here, putting up with Devon's aggravating antics, she had already thought of what to do. How didn't he even think of that? Infiltrating Devon's mind and finding the answers. 'I love you too', her voice suddenly filtered through his mindlink. They shared a look and smiled at each other. "Really?" Ambrose muttered, looking between both of them in disbelief. "Right now?"

But I was too devastated, too emotionally drained to do anything but stand there crying. "Didn't you know I was not in my right mind last night? Why did you let me have sex with you? You got your fantasy fulfilled, didn't you? Now you should know when to move on." His words came out as a low growl, making my stomach plummet even further.

Damian said, closing his eyes in concentration. ##You made me fall deep in love with you, then you disappeared. That's the most devilish thing I can ever think of, but thanks for acknowledging the fact that WE survived all these years without you, and WE no longer need you in our lives, so I want you to crawl back to whatever hole you came out from.##

“You’re mine. Even like this. Even with that thing inside you. This belly. This hole. This child. All fucking mine.” The mutation amplified everything. Alex came first shuddering, convulsing, seed spurting in thick, glowing ropes across the console and floor. His hole spasmed wildly, squeezing Damian’s cock like it never wanted to let go. The child kicked violently, feeding on the energy, growing another inch in seconds.

The questions swirled around me like a maelstrom, threatening to engulf me in a tidal wave of uncertainty and despair. As I struggled to make sense of Damien's words, a sickening realization dawned upon me—the true extent of Rose's depravity and the depths of her depraved desires. It was a horrifying revelation, one that filled me with a sense of revulsion and disgust at the mere thought of being used as a pawn in her twisted game of manipulation and control.

I giggled, flirty as hell, just like how I do whenever there were cameras around meme, especially when I'm talking to someone I want to please. I trailed my finger along the edge of his jaw, memorizing every ridge. "Like for a simple thought—maybe you're thinking about how beautiful I am. Or, to make it my own version, maybe you're thinking about owning me in the dirtiest way possible. Or the wildest thing my mind came up with... maybe you just realized that you're in love with me." I proudly recited all the crazy things my brain cooked up. Maybe I’ve teased him about this here and there… but the other half of my brain, the one that ruins things, whispered that I should probably consider mys

"You make me want to vomit!" She grabs her coffee and walks away, grumbling under her breathe. I can't tell if she's disgusted or disappointed when she disappears upstairs. "That was so good!" Damien whispers. "You deserve an Oscar." No, he deserves the Oscar. For a moment there, I was so lost in his eyes and his voice. Foolishly, I let myself believe that he wanted me and desired me. This game is starting to go a little too far. How am I supposed to do this for the next two years?

Babi ordered her usual sandwich “I will never get enough of this sandwich. I just love it.” Franchesca said with a delighted mood. In a short period Babi and Frencheska have become really close to each other. They have developed a bond that every girl needs in her life. Babi knows and everything about Frencheska like how her past boyfriend ditched her and how she took her revenge. She is no simple girl who loves to treat people with the sham shit they deserve. She is a tall blonde girl with beautiful green eyes and short bob hair.

I sank into the leather chair behind my desk, staring at the flames in the fireplace burn and dancing. Just then unbidden imaginations flooded my mind, it was crazy how I imagined Darius pinning Selene beneath him, her back arching, soft moans escaping her lips. "Ah... Darius..." Her voice echoed in my head, breathy and pleading. His growl followed, rough and possessive. "You like that? Tell me you love how I fuck you." “Y-yes… Darius…” Her whimpers grew louder, imaginary but vivid, her body writhing as he claimed her again.