Weirdest Fanfictions Novels & Stories

But the more I tried to fight it, the more intense it became. I turned onto my side, hugging my pillow tightly, as if that would somehow contain the fire burning inside me, or stop the wetness. It didn’t, and the moment I closed my eyes again, I saw him. And annoying as it may be, I liked it…

“Tell me every dirty fantasy you’ve had about me. I want to hear how you moaned my name alone in your room while you fucked yourself with your fingers, pretending they were mine.” The embarrassment burned, but the pleasure made me bold. “I… I imagined you pulling me backstage after every concert,” I panted, my hips grinding desperately against his hand. “Bending me over your dressing room table… fucking me hard while the fans outside were still screaming your name. Imagining you coming inside me… marking me… making me yours so no one else could ever have me.”

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.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

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

Chaos is out of the gene. I smirk and entered inside my room…. All those dramas…. I hiss they always come back…. I don’t want them to ever…. I took my phone and click on my I*******m page…. Then I posted the picture I wore just my bra…. Then I wrote….What if I open an only fan page? and all my fans started commenting…. I started reading…. The holy ones were asking me not too why some naughty ones were asking me too. I then search for professor winsley but he was nowhere to be found…. Every name I search for…. He wasn’t there….

“I dinna kidnap ye. I doona mean harm tae ye.” Her accent was so Scottish and he loved it. Was she from way up north? Highlands? "If this is not a kidnap, what is it?" And why did she call him Fenris? They thought he was Fenris. So they kidnapped him thinking he was Fenris. This was getting interesting. Suddenly a thought left him feeling worse. Did this girl have interest in his assistant? Now even Fenris was added to his list of getting ripped apart in pieces. She continued, “I— I—” she gulped. “In fact I am your biggest fan!” she blurted. Then she fluttered her eyes over that pale face of hers. “I admire you a lot!”

Then, I see myself eating ice cream and a caption, dating Wifey, my little piggy, and these were photos six months ago! When we ate outside, and he treated me to some ice cream! I see that most of the comments are from my fans. [OMG, IT'S TRUE!] [WOAHH!!!] [OMG! Authornim is gay?! I SHIP!!!!] [Is he his inspiration to write the Lovers in Cirrus] - Definitely not! I just randomly thought of that concept.

But I guess it's my fate, I would be admitted into the university this year, and I guess meeting Mr grumpy would be fatal, the devil doesn't bargain anyway, it's a losing game, after all, a mafia won't have a use for me. Maybe my fairy god mother decided to make one of my silly wishes come through, and she chose the silliest, maybe this might be the hottest guy I ever set my eyes upon, he ends up being unreachable. I laid my back on the bed in defeat I can only imagine. My imagination has worked for me for ages now, i pictured a scene in my head, the perfect fifty shades scene, one of my R18 novels, taken from Kate's house, it disrupted my sexual fantasy, though I am stuck in my little house

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