Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"It's me! Today, you gave me a business card and said that you would introduce another gamer to me! She told me to look for you! Send me her F******k account!" "Oh, so it's you? May I have your name, please?" "Just call me Martin. Why is it so fussy? Give me the contact information of that gamers quickly!" Hearing Martin's fiery tone, she was not worried. Kim didn't expect that Duke Louis who was cunning all his life gave birth to such a son. He was so easy to be attacked. She doesn't know how Leila abused him in the game. "But my friend doesn't use F******k, or you sign up for I*******m on your mobile phone and I'll forward her account to you," she said innocently.

****** 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. ******

he said confidently though his presenting a blank face. "Can you please stop saying they're your friends? They're not real! Oh, my goodness, I think I am gonna lose my mind when I keep myself around you. Always remember this, Aiden, they will never be your friends because they are just characters in the game, tsk, tsk!" I didn't wait for his rebut instead I focused myself onㅡWHAAAT?! "Mythical Glory 1,236 stars???" his head slanted slightly as if he's trying to read my reaction.

To avoid showing my face, I placed the phone just in front of my wet cherry… I heard a gentle cussing from Gunner as he is now touching himself. And when I started to touch myself as well, I knew that it is now a game over for me. And so, I did it again. This time, with Gunner… we did it virtually while watching each other to fantasize the body of one another. But the weird part here is… I was not fantasizing about Gunner. I found myself imagining what Bullet and I did in the kitchen. It was so hot. That was amazing.

They could smell the inexperience on my fictional characters, the fumbling uncertainty of a man who’d only ever seen a real cock in a gym locker room. I needed inspiration. I needed the real thing. I needed to see it, to hear it, to smell the sex in the air until it was so thick I could choke on it. And I knew exactly where to get it. Damian. He wasn’t just a guy; he was a myth. The captain of the lacrosse team, with a face that could make angels weep and a body that looked like it had been carved from granite and sin. The rumors about him were epic, whispered in hushed, reverent tones in dark bars and sticky dorm rooms. They said he was insatiable, a god of pleasure who left a trail of sati

“The game has already started.” Fugishigoro’s fingers dug into her soft flesh. His control was fraying thread by thread. The yandere inside howled with triumph, already planning how he would make this game permanent. How he would make her permanent. He looked into her eyes, his voice finally dropping its icy mask, revealing the dark hunger beneath: “Then prepare yourself, little kitsune… because once I start playing, I will never let you go.” Kyomi shivered with delight at his sudden intensity, completely unaware of just how deadly serious those words truly were

The boxers went soon after, and I hissed as the cool night air surrounded my hard, exposed dick. In my bedroom, I ripped off my shirt and undershirt, so that when I finally toppled onto the bed, I did so entirely naked. Maybe, I reasoned, if I gave into my fantasies just this once, they would go away. I couldn’t have Piper in the flesh, and that might have been part of her allure. If I imagined her and brought myself to completion, then I’d likely be able to let her go. Resolved, I wasted no more time and took myself in hand.

The pain of my fantasies and hopes crashing is something I can only hide. This time my smile is completely false, “Congratulations.” The Gamma sneers at me, “He doesn’t need your congrats.” I don’t see anything and as I turn around, forcing myself to bury my heartache deep inside of me, I feel the Gamma’s fingers pinch my ass. I flinch as he laughs, “This is all she’s good for, James. Females like her are only useful for a good time and a few laughs.” My face turns red with humiliation and tears well up in my eyes as a few people laugh around us.

"Not always. Let's say that you're just unlucky. So are we good now? Or you wish to continue this zipping and padlock game?" "No, no! We're good." he hastily said. "Good then. By the way, welcome to Psycho squad. If you work hard enough, you can be our main jungler someday and no, unless we don't want you anymore. You aren't allowed to leave." He nodded and she patted his shoulder. "I'll talk to my friends. You'll get to play with us tomorrow in MCL. One of them will go solo." "Okay." he nodded. "Will you please have some spine? You don't know how to complain? You are a fox shifter. Have some spine. Even Elena, a rabbit shifter, has so much spine in arguments. Why are you so timid?"

Smith pulled out and painted my face with his load, marking me as the professor’s favorite slut one last time that night. As they unchained me, cum leaking from every hole, body marked with ruler welts, bite marks, and collar bruises, Victor leaned down and whispered hotly in my ear: “Seven days to prepare you for Langford, little queen. We’re going to ruin you so thoroughly that even he can’t break you.” I collapsed against the shelves, wrecked, owned, and buzzing with dark excitement. The game had just gotten deadlier. And I was already addicted to the rush.