Psych Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Later that night in my room I opened the chat, fingers still trembling. LensCrusher: The kiss happened live in front of millions. It wasn’t fake. Not even close. I felt everything in that kiss. The way he held my face. The way he pulled me against him like he needed me. My heart is completely messed up now. I don’t know what to do anymore. Talk to me. You always help me figure things out. MidnightMVP: LensCrusher: You there? The silence is killing me. That kiss changed something big. I can’t stop replaying how his hands felt on my face. How his body pressed into mine. Please reply. I need you right now.

"I saw the way your pupils dilated. I saw the way you bit your lip until it turned white. You wanted me to grab you then, didn't you? You wanted me to put you over my knee for staring at what doesn't belong to you." I felt Damian shift behind her, a warning growl vibrating in his chest. I ignored him. He was weak. He was fighting it. Me? I was embracing the fire. "I've spent four years dreaming about what you look like under these clothes," I confessed. "I've jerked off in that shower you use, imagining you were on your knees in there, soaping up my cock, choking on it until you couldn't breathe and tears ran down your face. I've imagined stretching you out on my workbench in the garage, usi

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. My mind flits back to how he found my diary that night. What would have happened if he never found out what was written in it? Would we be exactly as we were in the past, lusting for each other from afar? Not every attraction should be acted on. The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. _____

As much as possible, he wanted to reply once and shut his phone again, but now he’s doomed with the guilt of leaving that annoying somebody unreplied. Diana: why haven’t you told me? Erric: stop feeling like a possessive girlfriend But he deleted that instead of pressing send. Erric: you would know even if I don’t tell you. And stop chatting Sohan Erric muted Diana’s chat and threw his phone on the soft bench beside the door. He brushed his fingers through his hair and remained ducking, staring at his shoes. Diana is a stalker. He met her at the opening of the franchise of the Pereira Boutique that his family bought for Marina South in Singapore. But back in those days, she still had her dig

"What do you think?" Julia smiled. "You are a sadistic genius," she said. Michael pulled the blade sharply upward and Mickey screamed until Julia got sick of it and stuffed a bar towel into his mouth. She leaned over him. "Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway."

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

“Apparently, my fans have weird fetishes. After seeing you dominate me, they went from being haters to your number one fans. They're happy to see me being bullied at your hands! Can you believe it?” “Hmm...” Helena blinked, processing the information. So that was it. The psychology of fans was complex. Few really believed they would have a chance with their idol. So, the next best scenario was to live out the fantasy through fiction. If the idol's partner was weak or dull, they felt jealous. But Helena? In that scene, Helena was powerful, domineering, and intense. The fans didn't want to be in Josh's place; they wanted to be Helena. They projected themselves onto her, living out the fantasy

Heart pounding in my chest as I feel the bloodlust replenishing me. Fuck it feel so good to hurt someone who pried on others. 'Crazy psycho bitch' Ania grumbles when I let our connection lay open again. The forced door between our minds opening once again as she rolls her eyes at me. 'Oh, you fucking love me'. I laugh out loud convinced that she really did but didn't often say it.. 'Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now, fuck off, will you. Focus on not getting killed, human' she hisses.

Looking up at me from her upside-down position, Blanca's eyes met mine. I refrained from smiling amidst the pandemonium, but there was no denying that Blanca always managed to make life interesting. Out of all the Johnson kids, she and I had a special bond. On my twenty-fifth birthday, she had written an Avengers fanfiction where Bucky Barnes and Captain America were more than just friends. It had been entertaining as hell. "Blanca, are you ready to go?" I asked her, trying to maintain a composed demeanor in the midst of the chaos.