Sans Fanart Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 My fingers fly over the screen before I can second-guess it, scheduling a live stream for thirty minutes from now. The title is simple: "3 BIG DICKS. 1 USED SLUT. NO LIMITS." I don’t even flinch as I drop the link into my fan group chat, watching the notifications explode instantly. $500 already. $1,000. The numbers climb before I’ve even stood up.

Her body subconsciously fighting against her restraints. Without any words, he rubbed the blade on her nipples, drawing the sharp edge from one end to another, enough to sting but not bleed. The cold blade stung slowly as he pressed hard on her nipple. She struggled to scream, but more pain. Tears rolling down her eyes. She could feel her heart fail but somehow it persisted. The blade stung more, he pressed deeper as the blood dripped down her torn nipple. A little further, it came off into the bow of blood. Turned to the other.

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And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

One was the fan art compilation—drawings sent in by followers, ranging from technically impressive to utterly unhinged, all depicting two figures whose features were consistently dark-haired and golden-blonde respectively. The caption was simply the people have spoken. It had eighty thousand views before nine AM. The second was a reaction video to the fan art where Scarlett said nothing, only held up pieces of it to the camera with an expression of increasing approval. The third was twelve seconds of her pointing at her own ring finger with both eyebrows raised, saying nothing, and walking out of frame. Damien saw all three when Roman sent them to him at nine-fifteen. He looked at them. He p

Fiona grinned mischievously, “Back in my wild days, I knew an audio-visual store owner with a rich collection of films. Aren’t you looking for…that? I’ve sourced some for you, study up.” Bella paused, then caught on, “Adult films?” Such things weren’t particularly interesting, but Fiona’s suggestion piqued her curiosity. Fiona gave her a knowing look, “European, Japanese, anime…though Japanese ones aren’t great, too ugly.” “Got any Ultraman?” Fiona scrutinized her disdainfully. No wonder they were incompatible. Ultraman? Where’s the appeal in that? “You also want to watch Transformers?” “Transformers shoot oil.” She had inadvertently seen Transformers erotic fan art—way too much for her.

Elise said, with an elated smile. "Wow, that's amazing," Damien faked a smile. "Is this fan a male or female?" "The fan's gender is anonymous, but who cares? I prefer having a fan who truly cares than those who simply come to my DM to demand money, then say trashy things to me when I don't respond," Elise uttered, before frowning. "Well, I'm happy that you've gotten a true fan. Just slow down on the chatting," Damien cautioned and faced forward.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 � ��𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

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I wrote the outline for the next installment of my series. This one concentrated more on the crazy fans. I called Stub and she was happy to email me files of costumed antics complete with names and contact information so I could get permission to use their pictures. I emailed Skylar to see how she was feeling. It was nice of her to offer assistance and I might need it. Hi Skylar,