#chat fiction

[inkwelloftheheart]

INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY

John, a nervous but determined young man in his late 20s, sits at a table in a coffee shop, glancing towards the entrance every few seconds. Suddenly, Jamie, an attractive and friendly guy around the same age, walks in, carrying a book and wearing a warm smile.

JOHN: *excitedly* Oh, hey! Jamie!

JAMIE: *slightly surprised but friendly* Hey, John! How are you?

JOHN: *nervously* I've been good, thanks. Can I join you?

JAMIE: *sincerely* Of course, have a seat!

John gathers his courage and sits down across from Jamie. He takes a deep breath and begins the conversation.

JOHN: *awkwardly* So... I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now. I hope you don't mind.

JAMIE: *curious* No, not at all. What's up?

JOHN: *nervously* Well, I've noticed that we have a lot in common, and... I was wondering if you might be interested in going out sometime?

Jamie appears genuinely flattered but a bit taken aback.

JAMIE: *sincerely* John, I really appreciate your honesty, but I should tell you that I'm gay.

JOHN: *startled* Oh, really? I...I didn't know that. I'm sorry if I assumed something wrong.

JAMIE: *kindly* It's alright, John. It happens. Thank you for being understanding.

JOHN: *relieved* Of course. I just wanted to make sure I didn't misinterpret anything. No hard feelings?

JAMIE: *smiling* No hard feelings at all. I'm flattered that you're interested in getting to know me better, even if it doesn't work out romantically.

JOHN: *grinning* Well, in that case, would you be interested in grabbing a coffee as friends?

Jamie's smile widens, and he nods.

JAMIE: *sincerely* I'd love to, John. As friends, it is.

They both share a moment of relief and understanding, laughing together.

JOHN: *excitedly* Great! How about tomorrow evening? There's this new café that just opened downtown.

JAMIE: *enthusiastically* Sounds perfect! Count me in.

They exchange contact information and the conversation carries on, shifting to other shared interests and future plans.

FADE OUT.

[ginaraemitchell]

Dear Hero by Alyssa Roat and Hope Bolinger (Dear Hero #1) | Author Guest Post ~ 1 Signed Copy Available @ireadbooktours @alyssawrote @HopeBolinger #ChatFic #SciFi #YAFiction #TeenSuperhero #RomCom

Told entirely through texts, transcriptions, and direct messages, this darkly humorous chat fiction rom-com goes behind the scenes of the superworld. Dear Hero by Alyssa Roat and Hope Bolinger is an exciting and heartwarming read that will captivate fans of action-packed superhero stories, particularly those who enjoy the "enemies-to-lovers" trope and themes of found family and self-discovery, making it a perfect fit for readers who crave a fast-paced, romantic, and adventurous ride. (SG Preview) Dear Hero by Alyssa Roat and Hope Bolinger | Author Guest Post ~ 1 Signed Copy Available @ireadbooktours @alyssawrote @HopeBolinger #ChatFic #SciFi #YAFiction #TeenSuperhero #RomCom

Dear Hero by Alyssa Roat and Hope Bolinger | Author Guest Post ~ 1 Signed Copy Available @ireadbooktours @alyssawrote @HopeBolinger #ChatFic #SciFi #YAFiction #TeenSuperhero #RomCom A book blog tour from iRead Book Tours. Thank you to the author, publisher, & Lauren at iRead for providing me with the information for this tour. Quick Summary Told entirely through texts, transcriptions, and direct…

[thegirlwiththelantern]

Dear Hades

Title: Dear Hades Author: Alyssa Roat, Hope Bolinger Demographic: YA Genre: Romance, Greek Myths, Chat Fiction, Humor Synopsis: She’ s a monster. He’ s a mortal. Killing each other should be easy… right? When Medusa and Tiresias rise from the Underworld as twenty-first-century teens and meet through Persephone and Hades’ new dating app, it seems like a second chance. Dating is hard when you turn…

[anna-scribbles]

let him speak

[cupidxkisser]

friendly reminder that your f/o loves you and never wants you to feel like you need to earn that love. your f/o gives their love freely because they love you and you deserve it, not because they want anything in return. your f/o loves you unconditionally and always will.

your f/o loves you.

[22ndnervousbreakdown]

The key characteristic of Holmes and Watson is how judgemental they are. Judging other people is their favourite pastime. Judging each other is their love language. Aloud or silently, openly or passive-agressively, publicly or privately, together or separately, they're judging everything and everyone. You exist? They're judging you.

[starstruckloves]

self indulgent post, i don’t care, but imagine your f/o being protective over you

someone’s flirting with you ? nope, not on their watch. someone’s getting too close to you ? they’ll make an excuse or blatantly pull you away if thats what you want. and god forbid someone keep insisting or prying for something romantic because they are not scared of making it known that you two are together. whether it’s subtle or not.

they’re not gonna let anyone make you uncomfortable. not while you’re with them anyways.

[screwpinecaprice]

Just a silly guy, with silly silly thoughts.

@glowweek Day 2

Casual | Surprise

A casual surprise?😬😬😬

[ministarfruit]

pleased to announce that I have finished omori and feel very normal about siblings right now

[bixels]

I'm not explaining why re-imagining characters as POC is not the same as white-washing, here of all places should fucking understand.

[bunnys-kisses]

the group chat (charles' version)

charles leclerc

cw: smut/pwp, filming, sub!charles, collars, oral sex (cunnilingus), pussy drunk!charles,

want a different driver? here's the full selection!

it was the morning after the 2024 monaco grand prix, while most were up early to get ready to catch flights. no one expected to hear from the winner of the race, charles leclerc.

around nine in the morning a notification popped up from the group chat. most ignored it, thinking it was someone bitching about something while on an overpriced private jet. but for the curious few who opened the file, they were greeted to something else.

you held the camera, while you were laid out on the expensive hotel bed. you made a soft moaning noise when charles used your thighs to gain leverage to move in between your legs.

he rested his head on your abdomen, he looked freshly showered but there was a little glimmer of gold in the frame. when he moved himself up, the camera caught the red leather of a collar around the grand prix winner's throat.

"you look so good, charles." you reached out for him and he rested against your palm for a moment.

his tongue darted out to lick his lips, he looked visibly calm like he had done this a million times. his hands were spread across your thighs.

"thank you, ma'am." he replied. oh, well, that was revelation about the ferrari driver.

"why did you want me to film this again? you're not a sick little freak, are you? you're a good boy for me?"

he scratched his neck nervously and beamed at your praise, "i thought it would be a little something for the others." while most would've filmed their partner performing acts on them, charles wanted to see the magic he could pull.

he was, after all, a good boy.

you pinched his cheek playfully and he chuckled, "anything you'd like to say to the boys who are watching this video?"

there was a gleam in his eyes as he said, "i'm going to show you how to really pleasure a woman. and i'm talking particularly to you, max." then smiled with all of his teeth before he kissed your inner thigh.

you moaned at the tenderness, it shot heat through you body. charles was considerate like that, he honestly preferred to make you finish over him. you kept the camera steady on him as he got your legs over his shoulders.

he looked up at the camera for a moment and gave a smirk to it before he closed his eyes and trailed his tongue across your cunt. you were already soaked, before you started recording he had spent about fifteen minutes slowly pumping his fingers in and out of your sex.

you felt your breath hitch as you felt the heat curl in your body. you did your best to keep the camera trained on charles as he continued to lap at your sex like a hungry dog. there was nothing else on his mind, he wanted to make sure his girlfriend got all the pleasure she needed.

he pushed his hair back for a moment and panted, you could see the sweat on his neck and forehead. it was getting heated in the room, the intimacy between you two was like being near a campfire, the heat traveled through your bodies.

"you're such a good boy, charles. you did so good for me." you praised as you combed your fingers through his hair.

he seemed visibly relaxed, like this was the kind of headspace he wanted to be in. he yearned for your praise, it lit a fit in his stomach and made his bare cock twitch against the bed spread.

that'll be dealt with after the video ended.

for now he was to be between your legs, lapping at your poor pussy with such vigor that it made your heart beat in your ears. you softly moaned and panted, you felt hot to the touch.

he pulled his mouth away, his pupils were larger and his cheeks were pink. his chin glistened with your wetness in the low light of the hotel room. he looked already like the pleasure had overridden his brain.

you knew his cock was aching by this point. he rubbed your clit with his thumb and panted. between pants he said, "i love being your good boy." he swallowed, "no higher honor." then gave a pleased smile.

you reached for him and combed your fingers through his hair, feeling the wet strands between your digits, "you just want to show the others how messy you can get, huh? show them how good you are for me?"

he nodded before he kissed your pussy before he went back to orally pleasuring you. he felt a shiver through his body was he pressed your thighs against his head and groaned against your pussy.

praise came off your tongue easily. there was something about seeing such a high profile man be so dedicated to getting you off. sex was like another sport, with another prize. and he was dedicated to coming in first. his noises were loud and sloppy, his devoured your cunt like a man with a single minded purpose.

you gripped onto his hair and the phone as he continued his motions across your clit. the heat in his cheeks only rose the more he became obsessed with your pussy. he was almost drunk on you, his head swam.

heavy breathing filled the air and your shifted a little bit. this caused him to plant both hands on your hips to keep you down. he pulled his mouth away once more and swallowed, he looked at you and said, "i can't let you do that, madame."

he leaned in and his tongue was heavy once more on your pussy. he was slobbering like a dog as he took his fill of your sweet cunt. it was hard for you to keep you composure as you felt the heat radiate through your body.

you continued to film him as you felt closer to your orgasm. it thrummed through your body as you laid under him. he was happily lapping at your pussy, maybe the collar was a good choice for a hound like him. he kept his hands splayed out on your thighs and he really worked your pussy.

"charles."

he looked up at him and you could see the gleam of your wetness on the tip of his nose. he panted against your clit, his hot breath against your wet pussy. it made you groan and him chuckle.

he loved the sight of you, the taste of you. it instilled a feeling of pride in his chest. he was a good boy.

you held onto him tightly as he pushed you past your peak. over the sound of his mouth against your clit was the sound of your loud moan as you climaxed.

"shit, charles." you panted wildly as you curled your toes and tensed up. you soon relaxed, the phone almost tumbling out of your hand. you groaned, "holy shit, charles."

"of course, mon amour." he pulled away and swallowed, he looked like he was out of his mind at that moment. he wiped his mouth with the back of his mouth and gave a sloppy grin, "th..that felt good." he rubbed his painfully erect cock onto the bed.

you patted his cheek lovingly, his collar gleamed in the light, "now why don't i send this video and we can work on you next."

charles basked in your affection as he said, "oui, madame."

the video ended, and charles send the video after you rode his cock. after he sent the file he attached an additional message that said, "jealous?"

[vaguely-concerned]

*in the tones of a man revealing the secret name of god to you* "beets... are a very misunderstood vegetable"

god I'm fucking crying... there's no one in this shot I wouldn't kill or die for in a heartbeat. sisko I love you so much I can barely speak

tfw BEETS??? this is the most scared bashir has looked in the whole show (julian baby boy it's a buffet you don't have to eat beets if you don't want to)

odo… no notes you are doing amazing sweetie keep up the good work

[minthe-drawings]

Killer Chat is so good ya'll!!! (also the mintheverse expands) I call her Midori

game by @rosesrotofficial

[asterronomical]

listen to me . hits you with a beam that makes you think about lucifer and mammon

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

i hope u know that i truly and genuinely ship u guys w/ ur f/os... like it's canon to me and im not joking being silly they're YOURS in my mind now

(this went further than expected so pro/comshippers this does not apply to you)

[blondwhxrewrites]

You know as someone who reads a lot of dark fiction I feel like there is a lack of readers who get into those situations and something inside them instantly snaps and they are like 'I don't care what the fuck I have to do, I am getting out here alive.'

Like I think it's totally realistic for the reader to be panicking and stuff but I also need a reader who panics and then just snaps because survival instincts kick in.

Reader whose been watching true crime videos since the middle grade

Reader who has anxiety and has been making plans there whole entire life for what they would do if they ever get in those situations

Reader who could have the worst memory and yet the moment they get kidnapped it's like something switches and they remember every single little detail down to the shampoo that their kidnapper uses.

Reader who knows how to get out of restraints because they watch self-defense videos all the time

Reader who even wears things they know could help if they ever get into situations like a bobby pin, or a bracelet that has sharp enough things on it to cut through things.

I think a lot of times people forget how much survival instincts kick in those types of situations sometimes.

Look man, just give me a reader who has anxiety and has prepared there whole life for those moments because of there subtle paranoia and fear