Fanfic Prompt Novels & Stories

“Alright, well, back to the favor. What exactly did you need me to do for you?" A brief moment of silence ensues, as if she's steeling herself, summoning up the courage to broach the subject. Fiona clears her throat nervously, before she finally voices her request. “If you change your mind about going to the party, would you… would you be my date?" She blurts out the question in rapid-fire fashion, and averts her gaze, as if she's unable to face the consequences of her bold inquiry. I can't help but huff in amusement at her endearing behavior. A warm smile spreads across my face.

My phone pinged about an hour after I got back from lunch with an invite to chat with PrinceCharming. I accepted. LonelyGirl: Hey. Nothing to do at work? 🤔 PrinceCharming: Oh there is someone I want to do at work... LonelyGirl: I get your meaning but this is supposed to be anonymous. PrinceCharming: Why don't we test that? 😜 LonelyGirl: What do you have in mind? 🤓 PrinceCharming: I'll send you little tasks like wearing 'fuck-me-heels' to the office. 👠

Lucas was noting five fantasies on separate sheets of paper. -Suck a dick in 5 minutes. -Perform the lap dance without getting a boner. -Reached for your breasts and sucked one of their tips. -Begin to finger yourself without complaining. -Become a cowgirl. He desired to add more, but five fantasies are already sufficient, and he doubts that Ryleigh could complete them all. Therefore, he must still provide punishment if she fails. He rolled the paper and placed it in a little box before going downstairs for coffee.

"Just don't go making new best friends in Japan and forget about me, okay?" I offered her my pinky finger, our classic promise gesture. "Pinky promise. You're irreplaceable," I vowed, our fingers entwined in a solemn pact. “Pinky promise.” A text message buzzed on Fiona's phone, and she shot me a knowing smirk. "What's that look for?" I asked, curious. Fiona held up her phone to reveal a message from Ermanno: "Release my wife!" I burst out laughing, shaking my head in amusement. "Oh my God. He's impatient, isn't he?"

There’s a quiet laugh in her voice. “The same reason that we all are here tonight. Besides, I love watching you be at your naughtiest self.” The second woman, Ana, says. She rubs her hand on the first woman’s ass, chuckling. “Tell me, what’s the fantasy you’ve in mind and who’s going to be your partner?” The first woman blushes, revealing. “My husband’s brother, Adam. He’ll be my partner. I’ve always fantasized about fucking him while getting drawn by Silas. I’ll have to bribe him. I know he’s attracted to me.”

Picking up the phone I send Sean a text. ME- "I can't sleep! I had an awful nightmare again; this place is too quiet help me fall asleep" HIM- "Poor Kitten, you could always tell me about your fantasy again, this time in more detail, I would love to know all about it" ME- "Too complicated to explain" HIM- "Okay, so you want to be with another woman? So, you're clearly attracted to women then, is there a man involved in your fantasy?"

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!

We were on a job and distractions could be life-threatening. Despite a lifetime of discipline Valefar had poured into me to keep me sharply focused, floods of fantasies swamped my mind and I was powerless to stop them. Would my mate be handsome? Would he bother to tell me his name before he swept me off my feet and covered my body from head to toe in passionate kisses? I couldn't help but picture toned muscles pressed against the soft curves of my naked body. Thick fingers, rough but gentle, stroking up my inner thigh, inching ever closer to my -

"We're just… waiting. That's all." "Waiting," she repeated, using my voice. "Oh, yeah. Just waiting. And in the meantime, your brain is writing five scenarios, your stomach is flipping, and your heart is probably writing fanfiction."

By the time I woke up, three billion dollars had already been deposited into my bank account. With the money in hand, I immediately booked the most luxurious private club in Glenford. I got a haircut and indulged in a full-body spa. The haggard man with graying temples in the mirror was gone, replaced by a young man with striking red hair and sharp eyes. I had just finished changing when my close friend, Frank Roth, called me. "Sebastian! What happened between you and Clara? Are you out of your mind? The whole world has gone crazy!" he shouted the moment the call connected.