Leverage Fanfiction Novels & Stories

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

I hated that he was making sense. He wasn't deflecting. He wasn't lying. He was handing me the truth. And that made me the hypocrite. "Besides," Levi said, stepping closer, his eyes glazing just a little, "my fanfiction was the only thing keeping me going that week without you. You know we're all alone in the train cabin for the night. Remus and Kyle and Evan are all eating dinner and enjoying premium entertainment I paid for." The air shifted. He smelled... dangerous. Sexy.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

I say calmly. Leverage doesn’t require guilt. It doesn’t require crime. It requires vulnerability. A weak seam. Something private that can be nudged into public view. Family illness. Financial dependency. A past relationship that ended badly enough to leave resentment behind. Something that can be magnified under the right light. “Dig deeper,” I instruct. “Talk to people who don’t appear in files. Former colleagues. Neighbors. Professors. Anyone who might have seen something she preferred stay unseen.”

Since his fans were relatively young, they became the scapegoat prodded by others and roasted Stella until she became a trending topic. Leighton had made a response, so his prominent fans all understood that their fellow fans had gotten taken advantage of by someone schemeful. His prominent fans were incredibly skilled. Shortly after, they caught the few who were sowing discord in the group. Just as Leighton's fans privately messaged them, they deleted their accounts. The prominent fans immediately thought of Bella's fans when they realized these people were skilled at getting others to do their dirty work. Previously, things got really ugly between the two fandoms because Leighton denied th

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

“‘I dream of Levi spreading my legs wide and clamping my nipples until they’re red and swollen, then taping that vibrator to my clit while he reads my diary out loud. He makes me repeat the lines, and if I moan too much, he edges me until I’m begging to be fucked, his cock stretching my pussy wide as he pounds me without stopping.’ Sound familiar?”