Fluff Meaning Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

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Reddit fans stared at the pitch-black screen and listened to the blowing sound, collectively imagining ten thousand words of plot. 【What is there that I, a distinguished VIP member, am not allowed to see?】 【It’s just blow-drying hair. Why can’t we watch that?】 【That blowing sound… it’s exactly like when I watch action movies at home and deliberately turn the TV volume way up.】 【What kind of dirty thoughts are in your head?!】 【I mean, I have a friend who’d like to know.】 【Can someone write fanfiction about this? I want this plot! I need to know what they’re doing behind our backs!】

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.

You enjoy the fluff, get your panties wet during the snu-snu moments, and fantasize about things that only happen in fiction. 'You like to read these crappy books because you want to fantasize about the things that you can never have. These books make up for your boring reality. These books have twisted your expectations of a real man. You drool over fictional characters but you won't look at a real man,' My younger brother had chastised me once, 'and these authors make your wallet thinner by manipulating your mindset and making you addicted.'

Everyone else is treating me differently, even though I feel the same. My regular phone rings as I walk further into my room. Looking at it, I’m pleasantly pleased to see that it is Nancy texting me now, not Wes with more terrible books to give. I open the message. I have a recommendation for you, based on what we talked about. I really think you are going to like this one. It was pretty eye opening for me. Mild really, but a good place for beginners. I blush fiercely but I still click on the link. It leads to a website of fanfiction. I don’t recognize the series it is linked too, so none of the characters are familiar to me.

She whined and I plopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling dreaming instead of paying her any further attention, at least I knew Alpha Fleki had a thing for her but I wasn't in the mood to listen to her deny it. “I’d like a gorgeous little fan so I could hold it halfway over my nose and pretend like I could be snobby because I’d come from a prominent family” I giggled as I imagined just how silly it’d be to act that out. Meanwhile, Lustre stared at me like she’d been present in body, but absent in spirit.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I said cheerfully. “Of course sweetheart, we don’t want you in any pain!” “Thanks Ma!” I replied. I walked to the shelf Over the fire place with some of Da books on. I picked one up and flicked through it. The pages were completely blank. I sighed, “of course it is not real. Why would it be?” I grumbled There was a shimmer next to me, Fluff appeared “ about time” “Dam that cat!” Hissed the pretend Ma walking in from the kitchen.

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. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.