Septiplier Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

"I won’t go without you." The Writer slammed the keys, fast as lightning. The sound—a machine gun. "I found a way!" he shouted. "Can’t send you separately, but I can merge your files! If you go together, you’ll be one character. Two souls, one body. Never alone, never apart." "Do it!" Maya and Julian said together. He pressed the final key. DING. Golden light flashed from the typewriter. Maya felt her whole body melting. She felt Julian’s thoughts in her mind, his memories of darkness. He felt hers—those crowded hospital days.

My heart hammered in my chest but Victor just growled low in my ear and fucked me harder, grinding his hips in slow dirty circles so his cockhead rubbed right against that sensitive spot deep inside me. My pussy gushed again around him, making obscene squelching noises that filled the room. I whimpered into his palm, my eyes watering, my heavy tits pressed flat against the desk as my nipples scraped the wood with every thrust. Finally the person muttered something about the air conditioning and walked away. The second their steps faded Victor ripped his hand off my mouth. “Cum on this cock you filthy married slut,” he growled right against my ear, yanking my hair back hard so my back arched

i cried out. The bed creaked louder as he braced one hand beside my head and pushed in—slow, inch by inch, stretching me open with that familiar delicious burn. “Fuuuuck,” I groaned long and low, nails digging into his shoulders. “You’re so big… fills me so deep…” Julian bottomed out with a grunt, hips flush against mine. He paused there, letting me adjust, then started moving in long, powerful strokes that made the bedframe creak rhythmically.

A closer look reveals my bold sleek handwriting. ‘No. No. No…’ My heart skips a beat. What's worse isn't that I know I’m the owner of the card, but the writing on it. More like a request. ‘I saw a little dirty thing— No, a big filthy cock. Big and black… and god! It's one I’ve always dreamed of. And I want it… I fucking do. And I want it to fulfill my dark fantasy; I want it to rape me. No apology.’

“I need you inside me. Ruin me right here, where anyone could walk in.” My pulse jumped. I slid two fingers inside my pussy, pumping slowly while my thumb worked my clit. The stretch felt good but I wanted more, so I reached for my backpack and pulled out the silver vibrator and clicked it on. The low buzz filled the air as I pressed the vibrating tip firmly on my clit. “Fuck!” I muttered as my head fell back and my eyes fluttered shut. I imagined it was his hand, Dr. Hale’s long fingers. His mouth and cock thrusting into me while he made me read his own dirty words back to him.

-I know it's not easy to say, but maybe Julian has his reasons– there was a lump in his throat. -He could very well have written me off to be in pain– he blurted out spitefully. Faced with all the new emotions I didn't know who to attack- I deleted all the damn contacts of all the people I used to hang out with and you know why, because they barely turned me on when I had sex with them. There were times I had to end up in the bathroom by my own means. And you know the reason why. JULIAN- she gasped after screaming again- That omega has completely fucked me up- she squeezed her partition- I don't even recognize myself anymore-

I push slightly back, begging him closer. “Not yet,” Julian whispers, his voice low and calm, but there’s a dark edge that makes my knees weak. “I want to feel you opening for me, little by little.” I swallow, trying not to moan, but the heat in my chest and the ache in my cock are betraying me. Every stroke of his finger sends sparks along my spine, teasing me in ways that my own hands never could. He circles me slowly, pressing in just enough to make me arch, then pulling back slightly

I’m breathing hard, chest rising and falling, knuckles burning, face throbbing. Mateo doesn’t look much better. Split lip, one eye already starting to swell… and he’s still smiling. Idiot. “Fucking psycho,” he spits. “Stay out of things that don’t concern you.” I shrug off the hands holding me, ready to go again. “Shut up.” He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, not taking his eyes off me. “It’s not your business,” he adds. “It never was.”

It made my own so much easier. “Julian is a weird blend. On one hand he worships me like I’m like a princess, on the other he likes me to be a filthy little slut for him. He likes writing trash on me in marker pen and fucking my face like I’m a toy.” She laughed. “That’s a great combination. Maybe he and Peter can exchange notes.” I opted to share some more. “He’s started writing again. Filthy stuff. Last night I got in and he’d written a hardcore scene that blew my mind crazy, and I wanted it.”