Fanfic Prompts Novels & Stories

Fia pulled her hand away. Conrad immediately asked, “Then what do you want me to do? As long as you say it, I’ll do it.” “I want the moon in the sky. Can you help me pluck it down?” Fia eyes curved ever so slightly, as if a smile was just almost there. “I’ll try. If I can’t pluck it down for you, I owe you ten promises. You can just raise them however you like.” “Ten promises?” Fia poked Conrad’s face. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll simply make demands and that you would not be able to fulfill them?”

“Do you wanna hear more fucked up ones where you—you both tease me? Where I bend you over my bike and breed you? Or the one where I find you in the woods and take you?” His voice had a dark edge to it when he whispered the last fantasy, making my dick press against the zipper. I looked at Anna, her pupils dilated as I leaned closer and added to Caleb’s fantasy, “Imagine being scared and alone at night in the woods. No one but us running after you with the promise to fuck you and breed you if you’re caught, and you can do nothing but take it like a good girl. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel?” Anna peered at me through her lashes, her neck bobbing as she swallowed. “I…”

Alpha Christopher says to the two sprites. “Oh, Funichio. Did you hear that?” Fanella says, quivering in excitement, her hand going to her heart. “Definitely an Alpha.” “He’s very big.” “He looks like he’d be very warm.” Fanella flits over toward Alpha Christopher. “What’s your name, handsome?” “I’m Alpha Christopher. What’s your name, beautiful.” Christopher flirts with Fanella. “Funichio, did you hear that, he thinks I’m beautiful.” “Well, he may be an Alpha, but he obviously has poor eyesight if he thinks you’re beautiful sister.”

CONTENT WARNING: Hotwife pimping fantasy unfolds – group use with anal focus, creampie overload, and husband cleanup humiliation; denial buildup, public-ish exposure, and submission kink. CHAPTER ONE "Who does this belong to? Who owns this, little girl?" He rubs her pussy in his hand. She's soaking wet, dripping. Her breathing is deep, a slight sigh with each breath. She moans softly with her eyes closed. She opens them and sees him inches from her pretty face.

"You know, you should really try what we talked about that day on the beach, you know, fantasize about Ron, even though we both know you'd never ever act on such depraved thoughts, but allow your mind to go there while you give yourself some relief from this constant temptation. It might be the only way you can keep yourself from crossing the line with Amy's boyfriend." Beth moved her face back down for another firm lick around Pam's needy pussy, ultimately stopping at her clit, where she sucked on the little nub while flicking her tongue over the concentration of nerves until she allowed it to escape from her suctioning lips with an audible pop. "I have a really fun, dirty idea. If you'll t

A man's arm was casually draped around her, his hand resting on her stomach. Only the hand was visible, but I knew it instantly. Neil. 'Bold move,' I thought. He didn't even bother to take off his wedding ring. Maybe he was so caught up in the moment, he forgot. That ring wasn't just any ring either—I'd had it custom-made for him. I set up a fake account and left a comment under her post: [Are you Mrs. Schmidt? I heard you've been married five years with no kids. Congrats on finally getting your wish!]

He ruffled my hair like I was still a little kid and headed to the kitchen to grab a beer, whistling happily. I went back upstairs, my mind racing. Tomorrow afternoon. Dad would be home, his boss is visiting. That meant I probably wouldn’t be able to do any calls or filming… but at least Dad was in a great mood. Maybe this promotion would make him a little less strict eventually. I picked up my phone and saw a new W******p message from HotFantasy88. **HotFantasy88:** Account back up? Good girl. I can’t stop thinking about how that tight ass took that dildo. We’re definitely meeting soon, baby.

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become. I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me. “Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand. I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.

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. 👠