Stray Fanart Novels & Stories

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

The entire room suddenly fell into a strange silence. Everyone stared at Simon in shock. Only after they were certain it was really him did they gasp. Mick and Amanda looked at each other. "That's impossible! How is it Simon? We drew the long straw." Amanda frowned at Carla. "Carla, did you draw the long straw or the short one last night? Did you make a mistake?" After calming down, Carla answered in a hoarse voice, "I personally drew the long straw."

The group and I were in the Friendly Strangers Gang Hideout thinking about our operation, Operation: Deviantart Saivour as we were thinking in HQ. “Hmm, saving your deviantart friends and their creations…That’s one hard feat to do and you said that all these Deviantartists and creations are controlled and manipulated by Corona?” Karuji asked, “That's right” I said as I looked at Gamergirl & Darkstar. “That’s bad, but there are so many deivantartists within the Devinatart sector but choosing who needs to be saved is going to be hard” Gamergirl explained, “that’s right Gamergirl. According to the info from Deviantart that there are 60 million deviantartists across Planet Earth and Corona choos

I stare at it for a moment, my free hand moving to touch my lips as Tala pushes pictures of Atlas and me lying on the bed and kissing into my mind. Atlas clears his throat, and I blush, ripping my gaze away from the bed while mentally scolding Tala, and continuing to look around the room. I wander around aimlessly, taking in the free-standing potted plants, and the ones on varying shelves, tables, stools, etc. All are perfectly placed to make the room look amazing rather than cluttered.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

Daniel said dramatically, sending Amaya to curiously check Tresh’s wall. Amaya’s jaw dropped “Oh my word T, this one is really crying! The other has a big tattoo of you! Then there’s is this one threatening to go on a hunger strike! Your fans need a psychiatrist evaluation!” Amaya could not believe that anyone would go to such lengths for a favourite artist. “My fans are just passionate, that’s all,” Tresh said, also checking his wall. “There’s a very thin line and right now it’s blurred!” Amaya exclaimed. She still could not understand how Tresh thought all this was normal.

“You’ll want the left wall. The right’s colder.” I step inside, and the floor crunches underfoot—salt, scattered thick as if to keep something from growing. I kneel, run my fingers through it, and find bits of fur, old nail, the flecks of whatever happened to the last wolf who lived here. He follows me in, glances at the wall, then at the blank stretch of stone above the cot. Tacked there with a rusted spike is a parchment, written in a precise, formal hand: CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL, STRAY MOON:

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air. I smirked coldly at their entangled bodies and pressed "save" on the recording, thinking, "James Fullman, enjoy the calm before the storm."

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad