Dirtiest Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Guilty. I’m about to get in a cab, talk soon, though, okay?” “Of course.” I end the call and go inside to stretch and shower. Then I get something to eat and go back upstairs. Lying down in bed, I grab a book and plan on reading a few chapters, escaping into a fictional world and not thinking about ex-boyfriends or ex-fiancés or anything of the sort. This fictional land full of witches and sexy vampires is much more exciting, anyway.

I hate how much I want it—his body crowding mine, his free hand yanking my blouse open, buttons popping while he pinches my nipples hard, twisting them until I arch and whimper. "Look at you, all worked up over our little argument. Bet your pussy's dripping for me right now." Brian says. A moan slips from my lips in reality as I crank the vibrator up, sliding it deep into my cunt. It buzzes against my walls, stretching me just enough, and I rock my hips, fucking myself with it while picturing Brian's fingers replacing it—rough, insistent, curling inside me to hit that spot. This is wrong. He's the jerk who's trying to ruin my career. But the fantasy won't stop. He drops to his knees in my mi

“Power requires witness. Fertility requires sacrifice. And because I want them to see exactly who this perfect young body belongs to now.” He pressed two fingers harder against my clit, rubbing in tight circles until my legs trembled. I grabbed his suit jacket to stay upright. “You’re already dripping for it, aren’t you?” His voice dropped even lower. “My filthy little niece. Been touching yourself thinking about your uncle’s cock while your father was dying downstairs. Such a dirty girl.” A broken moan escaped me. I was so close again right there on the edge from nothing but his hand and his filthy words. Darius suddenly pulled his hand away. I nearly cried at the loss.

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

It was a rush. A fire began in my brain, piquing my curiousity about him. I started digging. I wanted to know what made the priest's kid tick. It didn't take long to find his secret life as the most notorious smut-writer on the school forums. I’d hacked his laptop months ago, and what I found was a goldmine. He’d written me into his stories, every filthy, graphic detail, except he called me “Damian”in his fantasies. He’d replaced the girls I was with with himself. I knew he had a massive, pathetic crush on my best friend, Damian. It was too delicious to ignore.

“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.

The news of me breaking off the alliance with the Crossfire family spread like a wild fire all throughout Credia the next morning. It was the hot topic all the Mamas spoke about during tea time, and the subject of discussion at the square. But what surprised me the most, was the fact that I was being stigmatised for being an overly ambitious woman, with a short sighted dream. My thoughts were preoccupied with these new accusations, that I did not hear my name being called.

A stronger mind wouldn’t have fallen for his scheme and would’ve just ran away sooner. And of course, Aiden wasn’t in that damn closet recording and Dean didn’t even know what the hell was going on, it was actually just dirty –disgusting– talk, because Damon wanted to come. It just was fantasy for him, because… well, because it is kind of hot if it’s NOT real. Even if it makes me feel ashamed, I have to admit at some point that I’m disgusting too. I haven’t been able to enjoy sex with anyone except Damon and Aiden because it never feels as intense and dirty. It’s never that hot.

Vance Celeste was falling apart in my arms. Dean and July were having a forbidden affair, but what I was doing is far worse. I was thinking of my best friend’s daughter in ways I shouldn’t. The worst part of it, she calls me Daddy and it makes my dick so hard. If Dean knew she called me that, he’d kill me. I never had a thing for daddy kink. Hell, I never even thought of Celeste calling me that. Until one night, she did and I loved it. The thought has me wanting to take her to bed and I’m not talking about going to sleep. I want to tear her clothes off and rip her little panties off with my teeth.

He needed to take a shower and calm his head down to enable him to prepare for business and the hectic day ahead of him tomorrow. GEMMA After kneeling a while after Antonio left and willing the excitement in my pussy to calm down, I finally stood up. I was still craving Antonio's dick in my pussy. I still hate him, I don't think I can stop hating him but weirdly, I love the evil things he does to me. I love how he fucks me and was even ready to try out new things with him. I never expected him to fuck me in my butt hole as it was too painful, but then I was being punished. But strangely, I want him to fuck me there again despite the pain.