Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Bless you, someone submitted their fantasy for your consideration. Pretend you didn’t see the names. If you let it through, the editor will ask them to change it.” Zach returned to his computer with no enthusiasm. It was good to know that they wouldn’t allow a thinly veiled fiction fantasy involving their CEO be published in its original state. Due to the poor quality of the writing, he was able to reject it quickly without any other consideration. It would be awkward for him if a story about an intern and an obvious Darien character having sex got to the publishing stage. It was too on the nose for his situation. Not that Darien would want to sleep with him though.

​The figure smiled, revealing teeth made of "Dialogue-Fragments." ​"I’m the Ghostwriter," he said. "And I’ve been hired by your father’s Real-World Estate to file an injunction. But it’s gonna get messy." ​Suddenly, the red ink began to flood the 401st Chapter, turning the blue sky into a dark, rainy night in a city that shouldn't exist. ​[NARRATIVE ERROR: GENRE-FLIP DETECTED. ROMANCE-FANTASY IS NOW... NOIR-THRILLER.]

“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.

They claimed they weren't dating, but I was sure they were going on another date. "It's called Ghostwriting, Cathy." "Then, write your own stuff." She deadpanned. "I only write for the money as a side hustle. It's not a career path." "Whatever." "You guys should have fun though. I'll be there on the next one." I yelled out as Spencer rode past us without even saying bye. "Why lie?" I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, but then I remembered Blake was still present. "You're still going to make another excuse the next time. If it's not partying, you aren't in."

CONTENT WARNING: Hotwife pimping fantasy unfolds – group use with anal focus, creampie overload, and husband cleanup humiliation; denial buildup, public-ish exposure, and submission kink. CHAPTER ONE "Who does this belong to? Who owns this, little girl?" He rubs her pussy in his hand. She's soaking wet, dripping. Her breathing is deep, a slight sigh with each breath. She moans softly with her eyes closed. She opens them and sees him inches from her pretty face.

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

His grip on my hip bordering on painful. Oops. The big bad alpha was angry. “No, yes, I mean…” “Princess.” “I read, okay? As in romance with dark themes. This isn’t really that crazy. Now obviously that’s fiction, and this is reality, but… dub-con is one of my kinks.” “Dub-con?”

I thought about it. His face. His silhouette. His cooking. The way he always waited for me after work. Honestly, it was hard not to fall for Fennrick. “What a waste,” Lila sighed dramatically. “If only he wasn’t a fox fae gone off-track. Why don’t you get another one to distract yourself? Move on, girl!” I shook my head. “Maybe someday. Not now.” I didn’t feel like it for now. After she left, my phone buzzed with a string of incoming transfers. Each one with more zeroes than the last.