Fanfic Prompts Novels & Stories

"Ungrateful People Will Only End Up in a Dead End." Uncle Liam's son, Ethan Graham, wrote, "Calm down, Dad. He's not worth it. Some people are just ungrateful wretches who can't be tamed. No matter how well you treat them, they'll still bite. Going forward, all that matters is that our immediate family sees him for who he is." Dad's older sister, Mia Graham, added, "This young man has genuinely been spoiled rotten. Lucas, you need to discipline him. One must not forget their roots and should know how to be grateful."

I kept going, edging myself stupid, the dildo stretching me wide with every thrust until my legs shook and my toes curled, but I pulled back just before I could cum, whimpering like a denied whore. I knew deep down it was likely we’d never actually meet, but fuck, that made it hotter, the fantasy of him watching me fall apart like this. Energized and still dripping down my thighs, I checked my notifications, scrolling fast, and there it was: the announcement for that masked dark romance author meet-up happening the same in 30 minutes right in the city. R. Kane confirmed to appear. My pussy clenched hard around nothing just reading it. “Holy shit, what am I doing!” I muttered to myself, a wil

tears fresh, climax earth-shaking squirting grass-flood, milking his bellowed eruption deepest yet. Collapsed entwined, fantasies fully lived, Anita's virgin world shattered gloriously into wedded kink eternity, into wedded kink eternity. Garden dews settled heavier as Liam rolled her onto side, spooning close, cock nestling hot between thighs, but rest was tease. His hand snaked front, fingers circling clit lazily building anew while whispering, "Tell me another fantasy now." Anita shivered, voice breathy recounting rope suspension, candle wax. He grinned dark, carrying her indoors naked trail of fluids.

“And… I’ve thought about you spanking me. Hard. Until my ass is red and I’m crying, but still begging for more.” Ethan groaned and kissed her deeper. “Fuck, Lila. That’s hot. I’m going to make every one of those happen. We’ll start slow, but I want the full list. Write it down for me tomorrow. Every dirty fantasy. The dark ones, the shameful ones, the ones you’re scared to say out loud. I want them all.” He pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean, tasting their mixed juices. “And after you give me the list… I’m going to start checking them off. One by one. Starting with the riskiest one you have.”

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.

“Sexually, of course.” Her mouth parted slightly, like she didn’t quite know what to say. But the shift in her eyes gave her away, she liked the idea of it. I watched as she adjusted subtly, her thighs pressing together as if trying to steady herself. “No way.” She shook her head. “Yes way.” “You are insane.” “You like me insane.” Her lips curved into a little smile, there was now tension in the room. She grabbed the phone quickly, her fingers moving fast. At the top was the title I had typed earlier: ‘Ten Fantasies To Explore’ with empty lines underneath.

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

She lifts her brows, grabbing a fry from my bowl and I jerk her hand away before saying, "Waiting for you. Knew it was strange when you left class earlier. Thought it was a Ralph emergency though. " "Seemingly not. " She mumbles under her breath. "Hey bitch, prom is in a few days. Got a date?" She taunts and I roll my eyes. Prom is the last thing on my mind. "I might not come. " I tell Lucy and her eyes widen, her voice loud as she screams, "ABSOLUTELY NOT!" I peek around to see a few gazes on us and I turn to glare at Lucinda who gives me a remorseful look before drawing an imaginary zip across her lips, mumbling, "Sorry. "

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.