Sick Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Yeah.....Liam is....looks a lot like his mother so i am not surprised....the thing i was surprised about was actually you....that he chose you as his girlfriend.....not because of yourself but he's so on then opposite of you!I can see in your eyes and read your body that you don't like basic, boring stuff or people but that is Liam and so was his mom!" "So.....if i may ask....why did she...? I ask softly. "You may because I don't want to hide things from you" And while I listen I nod as understanding. "As you already might have seen or maybe not yet....but I'd love to do 'things', I'm an adventures guy and not only by traveling.....but also in the....bedroom.....my wife couldn't appreciate

' thought Claire with an expression ready to puke . " It's such an honor mr Fan but I am afraid I may have to turn it down . You see, I.........unfortunately I am diagnosed with AIDS . My life won't be long anyway.......that's why , I.....I am working hard to fulfilling all of my dreams before I die.....Please ! Find it in your merciful heart to spare this unfortunate person . " said Claire looking at him with a crying expression . " Haaah ! This sure is a tough situation for you . Although it is unfortunate , this is not how we do things in our group . " said mr Fan with an understanding expresison .

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Sofia I think I’m falling for a skinhead. It’s a dirty fling, I tell myself. One where I’m forced to stay with a hot guy, clean up his and his gang’s shit, and have nasty sex with him. Sounds sick when I think of it that way. The kind of sick that turns me on.

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

Some triggers include: hemo-eroticism, depression, incest/parental abuse, off-the-page rape set in the past, infidelity, pregnancy loss, stalking, aggravated jealousy, mentions of sexual assault, extreme psychological abuse, bullying, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, revenge p**n, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, objectification, degradation, sadism-masochism, suicidal ideation, attempting suicide, murder, breath play. Some kinks include: denied orgasm, forced orgasm, overstimulation, choking, filming of sexual acts, voyeurism, feet fetish, golden shower, exhibitionism, temperature play, findom, Asphyxiation, age gap, hemo-eroticism. - AUT

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’.

I was so close, it was like he knew and enjoyed toying with me. "Ah, if you want that you have to beg." He said through a sadistic smile. Without warning he shoved his fingers deep inside of me. An audiable* gasp left my lips. Rider's lips landed on my neck as his fingers fell in a decent paced rhythm. I was getting close again but the water was now starting to get cold.

Acting as if he didn't know me all that well, he greeted me stiffly. Almost as if we had come to a tacit agreement, none of us mentioned the whole affair with the canceled engagement. Throughout dinner, Carl kept serving Angela. "Angie, the doctor said you need to avoid spicy food because of your injury," Carl said before shoving the plate of buffalo wings—the only spicy food on the table—toward me. Our eyes met, and he hesitated briefly. Carl knew I couldn't eat spicy food, but he didn't care. Angela was all he cared about.

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”