Arrow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The vulnerability of the position made her blush, but the anticipation was intoxicating. Adrian ran his hands over her ass, appreciating the view. "So fucking perfect." Then he was entering her again from behind, and the new angle made her gasp. He felt even bigger this way, hitting spots that made her see stars. Adrian set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. One hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises. "This what you wanted?" he growled. "Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?"

he murmured, arms folded behind his back as he stared out of his office window, “he told me he’s found a Luna.” His wife, Phoebe Kurobane, an Enigma with eyes the color of a frozen sea and long, dark-blue hair that fell over one shoulder, tilted her head with a slow smirk. Dante had inherited her face, those confident eyes and the arrogant grace in every gesture. “Darling,” Phoebe said, walking toward him with a knowing gleam, “you’ve always tried to mold that boy with fear, when we both know you love him more than life itself.”

I lay my head on Darian's chest while Dragus shifts closer behind me and wraps an arm around my waist, it doesn't take long before my eyes flutter closed and I give into the darkness. Authors note Hey guys thanks for reading let me know what you think of this chapter and don't forget to follow my i*******m account for updates on the chapters and stuff!! Username x.DanahLouise.x

Why does everybody have an affair? And why am I not even surprised anymore? Is this another plot twist? Who's that author again? Starlynx? More like Starshit. It was clearly written on the cover that this was supposed to be a heartwarming romance story. Heartwarming my ass. That author really needs to be sent to a temple or something to repent for her sin. She was truly a fraud.

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

“How do you do that without breathing?” Her hands were now clasped, one around his shaft, the other around his balls, the sensations driving him deeper into lust. “Simple really. This is a dream, we don't need to breathe. Maybe being dead helps you realise it.” Her thumb stroked once more over his fraenulum and he twitched violently. “I can deep throat a man until the cows come home.” Her head ducked down once more and she began another long, slow, drawn-out descent along his shaft until the head of his penis was buried in the back of her throat.

A shot of those wooden arrows into the heart of a vampire could be catastrophic. "On your knees" one of the Men said. "And don't try any thing funny. You might be fast, but I'm sure that this arrow will definitely make it into the chest of one of you before you get to the both of us, and I don't think you want that"

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Summary: Arianna Cole craves to be used, dominated, and taken by multiple men at once. Behind closed doors, her darkest fantasies come alive, and nothing can satisfy her hunger. Warning: This story is filled with themes of submission, cock-hungry sluts, BDSM, double penetration, humiliation, interracial fantasie, and gangbangs with men of all sizes. Skip if you get triggered. Only continue if you are ready to shiver, scream, and cum like never before. •••••••••••

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.