Fanfiction Sans Novels & Stories

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

Janea said. I shrugged my shoulders. At the moment, I didn’t want to think about it. My life was so much simpler yesterday, but now I have a twin sister that was separated at birth, a crazy mom that wants to end humanity as we know it, and an even crazier dad that wants to bring her back. Lilianna opened the door and jumped back. Standing there was my aunt Teresa. She wasn’t my actual aunt, that’s just what she wanted me to call her since she and my grandma were like sisters.

I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write. Mirabel has a lot on her plate, and it’s only going to get crazier from here. What would you do in her shoes? I can't wait to hear your thoughts and see you in the comments. Happy reading!

“Rene, what do you want me to say? What kind of request is that for a dying man to make?” “Right!” I sat down with my weight. “I can’t do that. I can’t break my vows that way.” Lisa nodded. “I understand totally. But then again, Nathan is asking you to do this. He’s giving you permission to rekindle that dormant part of yourself. How long has it been, again?” “It’s been a year. Three months, to be exact.” “A year of no loving? With recent touching yourself?”

Stacy left our home after having breakfast, I left for school with a friend, Sarah. I have known Sarah for years, she’s a beautiful redhead, has blue eyes and she’s petite. We became very close on my Eighteenth birthday, she taught me the art of touching myself, made me make a move and fucked a senior. She’s a very kind soul though, she’s my best friend. At school during breaks, Sarah made me tell her everything in detail, at first I only told her I happened to kiss him and she could tell I was withholding more details. So I spilled the tea.

Madayah shifted and then sat a few feet away. "What's wrong, Madayah?" "If there are no humans here then there is a big problem, though not exactly a problem, but something difficult to explain." "What are you talking about?" "You're pregnant." Zenya stood suddenly, staring at the crazy cat. "You're insane." "I know the smell, and you are carrying a child." "That's impossible." "Without a human, yes." "I haven't been touched by a human since my last pregnancy two years ago." "But a wolf has touched you."

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

I’d deleted the account ages back. Or hadn’t I? I couldn’t remember. “How the hell–” “Doesn’t matter anyway,” she gave a smug grin, satisfied with the reaction she’d gotten from me. She sat up, the sheets pooling down to her waist, revealing her bare tits which were still flushed from earlier. “I’ve fantasized about it. About you tying me up and hurting me just enough, making me scream your name in tears as you make me come so hard I forget your name.” I stared at her. Twenty one today. Spencer’s little girl and she was already asking for the side of me I’d buried because it was too dark, too risky, way too much to explain to anyone; especially not the daughter of my best friend.

THEMES: Break- in fantasy, Truth or Dare Confession, Obsessed stalker, Masked Identity, Consensual Non Consent. KINKS: Knife play, Choking/Breath play, Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Sex toys, Orgasm denial, Dirty Talk, Praise kink, Voyeuristic tension. "I wish someone would break into my house and fuck me with a knife to my throat." Immediately I say this, the room goes very quiet.

Nibling. Angela closed her eyes tightly and bit her bottom lip hard enough not to let out a single noise as her body twitched. She was in another dimension. It was crazy and she f*cking loved it. Slowly she was losing touch with her sanity. Her body was speaking a language of its own. Her wolf was fighting to be set free. She wanted to let go and let him do as he pleased with her. She knew there was no way out of this. She couldn't let him mark her, so the only other way was for him to claim her.