Frozen Fanfiction Dirty Novels & Stories

“Everyone is planning for your downfall. Keep up the disinterested act when everything goes downhill.” “What do you want?” He asked “And you didn’t come up here to just tell me that thinking I will be scared. People do my job for me, of course people will talk, and I am alpha, everyone who is smart will want me down, and if you want to be an ally then you are just as stupid as they say every white wolf is.” She nodded “You are so dumb, and this is why Vivian cheats on you.” He didn’t say a word or move but she could smell the hurt, a pride was bleeding, and it wasn’t hers.

Being so completely helpless with him was already a new experience for her. Fann forced his thumbs to reverse direction, they slid up easily with all her juices on them. At the top, he circled her swollen bud and heard her moan. Fan smiled and used his thumbs to slide the little bit of skin off the bud, exposing all of the lighter skin that covered it. He glanced up to see her eyes closed, her mouth open and her head tipped back. She was enjoying this. Without any warning, he bent and suckled her bare, swollen nub between his lips and flicked his tongue over her. She called out in a tone that sounded a kin to pain, but one glance up told him she was in pleasure, not agony. He let his tongue

Goosebumps filled my skin; I felt like a slut, being this open to someone I didn’t even know the name of— “F—“ I wanted to scream as his dick slammed into me with no warning, no remorse but I sealed my mouth shut immediately, the bomb! I whimpered as a hard slap landed on my ass, “The rule is not to scream, Frozen.” He fisted my hair in his hand and dragged it back, giving his dick inside me a new depth and feeling. “Unless Of course, you don’t want to see our babies grow.”

With a single word, these three men could send the entire city into a panic, yet in her presence, all their fierceness softened, as if they had melted completely. My soul slipped once more behind the frostbitten steel door. My body remained curled in the corner, twisted into a shape no living person should ever have to endure. My skin had taken on a ghastly blue-purple hue, while frost clung to my lashes and tangled through my hair. Still, it was my fingers that suffered most. I had clawed at the door until every nail bent or snapped, blood freezing into shards of dark red ice around my fingertips. What a wretched sight I had become.

“Fuck… already dripping for me… Been fantasizing about this too, haven’t you? Every time you walk into one of these empty apartments… dreaming about a real man coming to renovate that pretty pussy…” He pushed those fingers inside me without warning… deep, stretching, curling against that spot that made my vision spark white. My head fell back against the fresh drywall and I gasped his name… though I still didn’t know it. Didn’t care. All I cared about was the way his rough palm ground against my clit while his fingers fucked me slow and relentless, exactly like every dirty fantasy I’d rubbed out in my bed after late-night site walks.

Then she stood. The memory I’d chosen was simple: a twenty-three-year-old fan bent over my desk in the old brownstone while I read her my filthiest unpublished chapter, my free hand working between her legs until she came shaking and then begged to suck me off. Ella mirrored it perfectly, her palms flat on the scarred oak surface, back arched just enough that her wool skirt rode up the backs of her thighs, exposing the lacy edge of her stockings and the barest hint of black garter straps.

She lubed it fast, dirty. Then shoved it inside—one hole, then the other. Kamara screamed. Double penetration. Hard. Deep. Dirty. She fucked her against the railing, cuffs rattling, the ocean crashing below. “You’re mine now,” Nia hissed. “Not his. Not anyone’s. Mine.” Kamara shattered Again. Again. Again.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

When Marcus noticed I no longer threw myself at him and tried to touch me one night, I pushed him away coldly. “Not in the mood.” Inside, I smiled, fingering myself later while replaying Damien stretching me open. My dirty secrets made me constantly wet. I embraced the disobedience completely. I had become a filthy, disobedient queen of my own dark cravings. Embracing humiliation, fingering, and endless pleasure. Damien had no idea what he’d unleashed.

The fantasy had me grinding on my own fingers like I was possessed, moaning his name like a slut begging to be claimed. The sting of my own fingers only fueled me further. I twisted one nipple, then slapped it lightly, gasping at the shudder of pain that immediately turned to heat between my thighs. My pussy clenched around my fingers again, soaking them, the filthy wet sounds louder than before. I imagined Alex biting down on the freshly pierced nipples, tugging them until tears slipped from my eyes, making me his dirty, marked slut. My cunt throbbed at the thought, clit aching, folds messy and drenched. I was soaking the thong that was still bunched to the side, wetness dripping down my th