#interactive fanfiction

[sunnami]

marauders era — the interactive story. [sneak peek.]

experience the thrill of being sorted into your hogwarts house all over again! who will you be in this story? a daring gryffindor, a generous hufflepuff, a clever slytherin, or an inquisitive ravenclaw?

will you be kind? reserved? bold? or, perhaps, mischievous? the choice is yours!

roam the castle corridors, attend your favorite classes and build your stats—go on a path that YOU choose!

spend your time at the library, or discover the secrets of the castle. develop your magic—do you like herbology or defense against the dark arts?

but more importantly, befriend students from other houses, or keep to your own circle, make enemies—or even fall in love!

(includes options for pronouns, any romantic path for the reader to pursue, etc.)

interact with these characters: lily evans, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, peter pettigrew, dorcas meadowes, marlene mckinnon, gideon and fabian prewett, frank longbottom.

narcissa black, regulus black, lucius malfoy, barty crouch jr.

xenophilius lovegood, amos diggory, and more!

your story is yours to write!

snippet:

(this is a work in progress. a very, very rough draft that will undergo a long period of coding, writing, and editing!)

i have ALWAYS wanted to write an interactive story, not one based on votes—but one where a reader can stumble upon it months later and still be able to make their choices. when i was younger, i bought an interactive fantasy book, and it was the most magical novel i’ve ever read. i am so, so, excited to share this with everyone! it will be my first ever interactive story, so i only ask for a bit of patience, ueuue.

this is a gift for my friends, my wonderful readers, who have been so kind and generous to me, and so this is my show of love for everyone! 🤎🤎

feel free to leave any suggestions, comments, and feedback as i go through the development stage! i’ll be sharing progress and snippets every now and then.

again, thank you all so much!

— sunny

[eefaevie]

The last of the illustrations I did for Choose Your Own Adventure: Reunion!, our co-captains get their much deserved cuddles.

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[thedevilshardy]

"Ain't no wonder you're wet, luv."

Alfie Solomons x Reader - Interactive gif-Story

❗smutty little thing it is, loves.

You have no idea, simply no idea at all why the fuck this man has something in his gaze that totally gets you. You were born and raised to be a stubborn woman, to question everything and all - but with him, it's different. And it's in his damn intense gaze, those eyes lying heavy on you, giving you the pleasuring feeling in your guts that you've done something wrong, something he might punish you for. Cause you know him, you know what people say about him, his hands, that one gaze.

He doesn't only talk with his eyes, but also with his hands. Broad hands, picked with jewellery, thick fingers wearing rings that you know feel fucking cold and heavy on your skin.

He touches the lamp beside him. His gaze is still on you, your body, fixing every single breath you take. He still doesn't say anything, but you can feel it heavy in the air, the question he's about to ask. His thumb glides over his index finger, as if to correct the ring that sits there, a gesture that gives you pure goosebumps. It's the same gesture, the same small movement he makes when he strokes your clit, rings hard-cold against the small, wet, throbbing knob of flesh of yours. You breath out, trying not to make it look obvious how he fucking gets you just with this.

"Where were you last night?", he asks, voice dark and heavy, a thrilling throb in your pussy. It makes you shiver, that voice. You bite your lower lip, watching how his fingers make that one, intense motion again.

"I was off. Needed some sleep", you say, and he watches you like he knows you're lying. You needed sleep though, you really did, as he had fucked and fucked you raw the night before, goddamn. So good you needed a pause, afraid he'll lose his interest in you.

"Off you were, mm." God, that voice, it directly seems to drive into your folds, as if his broad thick fingers are already thrusting into you.

He strokes his beard, eyes all dark and wanting, and you cannot even answer. He does, though, and the answer won't make your already growing lust for this man any better.

"You should've been on my lap, luv, riding ma dick, nothing else. You know what? I can see you're wet right now, aren't you? Fuckin' leaking for me, dove, and you know what? I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck that dumb thought of being away from me right out of ya."

He stands up from his chair, god he really does, his gaze on your body like it has already ripped your clothes off. You breath out, trying desperately to think something clear.

Choice is yours. 🔥 Part II follows when the decision is made on what you wanna see!

[hitechlatte]

ROTTMNT Donnie X Reader Interactive Fanfiction Demo

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR CONTINUED PATIENCE! THE DEMO IS FINALLY HEREEEEEE:

This can be played through your browser on your phone, tablet or computer!!!

Right now, it is a very brief demo to test if this format works and to give you all a brief intro of the story!!

Let me know what you all think and feel free to comment any bugs, feedback or critiques in the comments here or on itch.io.

If you all like this format, I'll finish the full story and all the branching paths!

Thanks again and can't wait to post more!

[kira-anon-uwu]

i made a cover for my interactive discord fic [ a different interactive fic from the instagram one mentioned in this post ]

copypasting the summary from the discord:

Villain AU where Tommy's power is Murphy's Law

~-~-~

Tommy has a superpower. Great, cool even. It would be, anyways, if it actually helped him somehow.

Definition of Murphy's Law: an observation anything that can go wrong, will

Tommy plugged his phone in the night before? No he didn't, it's dead. He's running late for work and just barely caught the bus? Boom. Some heroes are fighting a villain and the road is wrecked.

The only good thing it that it only inconveniences him, and the largest possible amount of people around him. Meaning he's at least able to have friends, to some extent; even better that his best friend Tubbo is a genius and always plans for everything, so at most he's not allowed over when he's working on anything.

Life is mostly normal for him at this point, eighteen years is a long enough time to get used to what would be living hell for anyone else.

But now what happens when he's at the largest bank in the city and the criminal group known as SleepyBois Inc decide to rob it?

~-~-~

prompt was given by @toasty-warm

without boarder under the cut

I made it with the idea that it's a discord server icon in mind and was lazy with the edges so ehhh

man i am so good at marketing my fics. no i will not shade this shading is of The Devil

[nogenderbee]

"Just you and me"

"Have I surprised you?"

It was normal day for you. You woke up, went through your classic morning routine and went to school.

When you arrived you classically talked with some of your friends, attended to classes and all that stuff. But today you couldn't brush off the feeling that someone was watching you... It started since you entered your classroom, but no matter how many times you turned around, no one was looking at your direction. Some people were actually paying attention, some were looking outside the window, some calculated how long untill break and the others slept.

You thought that these feeling will end when you walked around corridors and enjoyed your break, but it didn't. You still felt this weird feeling. Of course, you couldn't tell who it is because of crowded corridors.

Another possibility that you thought about, was that it'll stop when you go on rooftop to enjoy your lunch break or that you'll at least be able to catch the one who was intensely staring at you for the whole day. But somehow you couldn't. There wasn't a lot of people so it should be easy for you to realize who was staring at you but somehow you still couldn't tell.

So you decided to ignore this feeling and just go through all the classes and then go home.

You opened your closet to get your shoes but when you did so, a note falled from it as well, so of course you silently read it.

"Hello, YN.

I truly hope this note won't scare you but I simply can't hide anymore.

I watched you for so many months now and you're still as perfect in my eyes as you could be, but you probably think of me as nothing more but your classmate. It doesn't happen to stop me from telling you how I truly feel... so I build this robot to show you that you're truly amazing. I know it's not much but it would be great if you could click that red button on its back, I promise it won't explode!

With love,

your admirer~"

You checked your locker once again and indeed you saw there a small robot with red button on its back. Out of curiosity you clicked it and hoped that it won't explode. And luckily it didn't, when you clicked the button, the robot said 'I love you~'.

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

➼ Journal

➼ Next journey

➼ Previous journey

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

so then.... should Galadriel finish Adar off? or does she leave him writhing in pleasure, at the tender mercies of whoever's watching in the hayloft?

@crookedmouth-mountainbones PAGING YOU INTO THIS ONE

FOR CONTEXT SEE THIS POST

AND ALSO THIS ONE

[eponastory]

Murder! You Wrote.

An interactive second person being of view Devil May Cry fanfiction!

Poll is at the end of the chapter!

Firstly, you will need to read each part as it's posted. In order for the story to go on, you will have to vote on what happens next! Now, this can go in several different directions, so please pay attention for the little clues. You can guess who the murderer is before the story ends, but the reveal will be at the end. Have fun!

Also, this will be a Gender Neutral Reader and there will be no use of pronouns or detailed descriptions. YOU are the Reader. This is pretty much your story, I'm just throwing out possibilities! 😁

It's dark. So dark that the street lights do not provide much luminance to see the words on the sign above the entrance to the hotel. The rain from earlier in the day made the air muggy on this autumn night. You are trying hard to see ahead of you, but the fog has made it difficult. Groaning, you reach into your Jean pocket for the small piece of paper with the address written on it.

As you bring it up to your eyes, you see that you are indeed in the tight place. However, it is not as you expected it to be.

You were expecting this grand hotel. Not this rundown, building in the middle of spookyville. If someone were to go missing, this was the place. The atmosphere alone was speaking to you. Yes, this was the perfect place for inspiration for your next book.

After all, you were a world-renowned murder/mystery author.

Most, if not all, of your books were inspired by places you have visited around the world. It was no surprise that your books were on par with Agatha Christie, but you were stuck on this next one. Your publisher was urging you to write your next book, but you were burnt out from publishing book after book.

You were here for the local Oddities and Curiosities convention as a guest speaker. Except your hotel was not as lavish as the convention organizers said it was. Oh well, at least you did not have to pay for it.

You swallowed as you felt like you were the victims of one of your own stories. This had to be a stupid decision. Maybe you should have politely declined their offer of free lodgings. Next time you will be more mindful of that.

The buzz of the lights in the outdated lobby was the setting of a movie you had seen once. Not a particularly good movie, but it was still enough to set you on edge. There were two chairs up against the mint colored walls with a table in between them. The dim lighting almost made everything look like some insane asylum. Even the white linoleum floor gave you this uncomfortable dread. The long hallway before you stretched on for an eternity. It invited you into some horror you could not explain as it rolled in your belly.

DING!

The feeling vanished as you felt yourself nearly jump out of your skin. You turn around to see a man standing at the reception desk. He was leaning against it with his back turned to you.

"Yo! Anyone there?" He said. You noticed he was dressed rather odd. A red coat, leather pants, and boots. The other strange thing was the color of his hair. "Service really stinks around here." He scoffed as he stood up straight. "They tell you it's a five-star hotel, then this shit happens." You knew he was talking to you when he turned his head to the side.

"It could be worse." The words popped out of your mouth. "For all I know, this could be some H.H. Holmes bullshit hotel." You knew the story about the famous Chicago murder hotel in the 1890's. You wrote a fantastic historical fiction novel about it. "Next thing you know, you fall into a vat of acid or something." There was a short laugh from the man with the white hair.

"Heh, I've seen worse." He turned around to look at you. "You look like the type to be into that sort of thing anyway." You shrugged.

"I know a thing or two." After all, you spent countless hours of research on all sorts of egregious crimes. He nodded, probably not really interested in what you were there for in the first place. "Actually, I need to check in."

"Well, I'd go find a better place if I were you." Obviously, but you were a bit on the poor side at the moment. No new book, and you spent most of your money fixing up your Victorian home. "Service is lacking, and there is no bar." A bar was essential for your work to begin.

There was the sound of someone clearing their throat. Both you and the stranger in red turned to the direction of the sound to see another man. This man was peculiar. He was just as tall as the odd man you were speaking to, but he was as pale as a dead body. Black hair swept back with as much hair gel that could be mustered to keep those locks in check. He was certainly gaunt withp his cheekbones poking out like sharp alabaster. The dark circles under his eyes also did not help his appearance either.

Just looking at the man gave you a distrustful feeling.

"May I be of assistance?" You gulp at the sight of the man behind the reception desk. He gives you a blank stare. You swear up and down that you are in some kind of dream, but you know you are not. You shake off the tingling feeling going down your back as you look to the red clad stranger you were speaking with earlier. He shrugs with a small smirk on his lips.

"Uh... yes, sorry." You pull out your phone with your reservation details already up on the screen. The receptionist only looks down with his eyes as you put your phone on the desk. "I'm here for the convention. My room should already be paid for the weekend."

"Ah yes... the Author." The gaunt man said with a drill voice that dragged out each syllable. He reminded you of Professor Snape from Harry Potter. The slow retort was enough to make you really wonder if you had stepped into some alternate reality.

The grunt from the man next to you said otherwise.

"Uh, yeah, I'm here for the Oddities and Curiosities Convention." You took your phone from the desk and put it in your back pocket. "The convention people were supposed to pay for all of my expenses."

"Yes, everything is paid in full." The half lidded dark eyes of the man across from you seemed to be staring out into nothing as he turned over a page in the log book. Was this place not up to date? Everything was... old fashioned. "Please wait." It was as if the man were a robot as he promptly turned away.

"Seems like everything here is all analog." You made the observation as you saw the old television sitting on a table in the corner behind the desk. "Even that TV looks like it's straight out of the 60's." You told the stranger you met earlier.

"That's nothing, you should see the rooms." He pointed over his shoulder towards the hall. "Rotary phones and vibrating beds with coin slots." That was really bad. And gross, but he looked pretty jovial about it. "It's like I'm back in the late 80's." You were not sure if you should run far away or not.

"I'm really glad I brought disinfectant spray." You thought about the can of Lysol you normally carried around for reasons like this. It was safely stored in your backpack. You traveled light, only bringing what you really needed with you. "Can't do anything about the bed bugs though."

"If it makes you feel any better, at least the sheets are clean." Thank the heavens for that. There was one saving grace about meeting the man you were standing there with.

"Are you here for the convention too?" You asked him. You were curious about why someone dressed like him was actually there.

"Nah, just in town for a job." He seemed to be dismissive of the whole thing. "My client is paying for the weekend, but said client hasn't shown up yet."

"That sucks." You wondered what kind of work the man did. He was definitely dressed for something a bit more lucrative. Red coat, faded Henley, and not to mention the guns. Two guns. .45 caliber. Custom made.

You knew guns only by the research you did for your books. He had to be some kind of undercover agent or assassin... something like that. This was giving you some ideas for your next book at least.

"Here is your key." The receptionist came back slamming the key on the counter to grab your attention. "Your room is on the second floor. Breakfast is provided until 9 AM." You hesitantly took the key while trying not to show you were slightly perturbed by the zombie across from you. "Enjoy your stay." He said slowly and ominously.

"Thanks... I guess." You looked at the man you had been talking to before with a bit of nervousness. "See you around."

"Yeah. I'm sure we'll run into each other again." He gave a mock salute with a smirk before turning his attention to the zombie receptionist.

You slowly made your way up to your room. The elevator was apparently out of order, so you took the stairs. Thankfully the second floor was not too bad. It had a different theme going on. Instead of mint green walls, they were more of a salmon color with brown and orange accents. It could be much worse.

Once you found your room, you unlocked the door and opened it. The guy downstairs was right. It was pretty bad, but at least it did not smell like an old musty hotel. It was actually not that bad. The bed definitely had a coin mechanism, but at least it looked comfy with the beige linens and brown comforter.

At least the shower was in working order.

You threw your back pack on the red chair in the corner before getting ready for bed. Tomorrow you were going to have breakfast, then you had to be at the convention center for ten.

You were sleeping pretty well until you heard something strange coming from the vent above your bed. A strange ticking sound had made its way into your dreams before pulling you to the land of the living. The ticking was not like a clock. It was more like little finger nails tapping on the vent. The rhythm of it had you sleepless for the rest of the night.

Until it stopped at 5AM on the dot.

You were tired when you rolled out of bed at 7. Your feet dragged as you made your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Brushing your teeth had been a slow process as you stared into the mirror. Your eyes had dark circles under them indicating your three or so hours of sleep were not enough. Your eyes were slightly bloodshot from being awake as well.

Hopefully you would get a better rest when you returned from the convention.

Going down the stairs was an endeavor. You held on to the railing for dear life as you made your way to the first floor. You were in desperate need of caffeine and you really hoped the coffee at the breakfast bar was adequate enough for your refined tastes. If not, you could always find a Starbucks on the way to the convention.

Once you finally made your way to the first floor, you found the breakfast room. It came as a surprise to see there were five other people there.

The one you recognized first was the man with the red coat you had spoken to last night. He was sitting quietly at a table practically inhaling his waffles while another man sat in front of him. The two men were similar in features which clearly made them related. While the man in red was more relaxed, the one sitting across looked as though he was losing his patience.

Oh well, eggs and bacon were calling you.

You did notice a man and woman giving each other the cold shoulder as they ate their breakfast. The couple was in their early thirties at most and sat two chairs down from each other. It was obvious they were having a silent fight with each other. She would glance at him with hurtful eyes every now and then.

Then there was the older woman quietly sitting at the table by the window with a book in her hand. Her glasses were on the tip of her nose as she sat there. Her dark skin hinted at her Sub-Saharan ancestors. You admired her poise as she sat there eating and enjoying her book. A book which you had written almost ten years ago.

She must be there for the convention as well.

Just as you were dropping spoonful of scrambled eggs on your plate, a scream rang out through the entire first floor.

All at once, everyone in the room stopped moving and turned their attention to the hallways outside. Your immediate instinct was to find out where that scream originated from, so you took your plate and headed out of the room.

Being the true crime fanatic that you were, you followed the wailing sound of a woman who was in obvious distress. Turning left down another corridor, you saw her kneeling on the linoleum floor with her hands over her mouth as she cried. You did not even bother to put your plate down as you stepped closer to the red headed woman sitting on the floor.

"Are you okay, Miss?" She did not turn to look at you as she began to shake uncontrollably. You noticed there was a puddle of blood in the doorway as you moved closer. "Miss?"

"He's... dead." The woman muttered out while still staring into the room she was about to enter. You crept ever so slowly to look inside, but what you saw made you drop your plate.

It was a blood bath.

The whole room was coated in blood. The body of a man had been contorted in an unnatural way. It was something you had never seen or heard about before in any case. Murder like this was not murder, but something else entirely.

"What the hell?" Was all you heard before you suddenly found yourself being pulled from the scene by a hand on your arm.

[themaskednin]

(N̶o̶) Progress Update 11/02/2023

Hello everyone,

Firstly I would like to apologize for not updating and for disappearing and coming back and then disappearing again and then coming back without any mentions of progress. I really do appreciate all the asks and support despite my absence and lack of updates so I thought I'd write this to at least explain why, I feel shitty leaving people who want to read the story in the dark. I hope this offers some sort of explanation. More below the cut if you're willing to listen to a strangers feelings, it's kinda long so you don't need to read it if you don't want to😅

(Another thing, please forgive me if I come off as rude and annoying, social interaction is definitely not my strong suit)

The reason I haven't been making progress is because I can't write, I'll open my laptop or book, sit down and just stare at it. No thoughts, just emptiness in my head. I think it mostly comes from this fear I have, of not being good enough or that I'll write something that will disappoint people. So I procrastinate and put it off, distracting myself by playing games and doing anything except the one thing I need to do. Honestly don't even read much because it reminds me off writing.

I'm afraid that I will not be able to grasp the personalities of all the Canon characters and end up messing up and writing dialogue is something I'm afraid of too, I do not interact with people much and the kind of person who keeps quiet during conversations due to not knowing what to say and anxiety so I struggle with writing dialogue (Hope that makes sense😭). There's alot of elements to Naruto and I'm afraid I won't be able to manage it and as a huge Naruto fan I don't want to write something that will cause a disservice to such a well-written story.

To sum it all up: I am afraid of writing, and not being good enough, (I'm also a very lazy person I think). When people (in my case that is) are afraid of something they'll likely want to avoid it all they can, and that's what I've been doing. However I'm trying to overcome this fear and maybe setting goals will help. This story is something I do not want to abandon because Naruto is very dear to me, it sits in a special place in my heart, being able to be part of it is something I want and need (kinda cheesy lol😶). I also don't want to abandon readers and everyone who is waiting on this story so please, wait a while longer (If you want that is).

This is not a guarantee that I will update soon but it will update one day (unless I die or something beyond my control happens). I think this all I have to say, damn it's almost been an hour since I started writing this😆.

I hope all of you reading have a lovely weekend...and week...and month and year and-

Thank you all :)

[into-a-brand-new-live]

Teleportation?

Having confirmed that neither of the two are dreaming, revealing what seems to be a strange scar in the process, the wizard explained that Shizuku must have been teleported without warning. Magic talk taken entirely seriously is not out of the ordinary for the Sachiko that Shizuku knew as a child, but considering the strange circumstances, it feels far more plausible now than it ever did before.

[sophiahoppia]

Choose your LingYue smut!

interactive fanfic — you choose how the story continues

27 different endings — different ways to reach them

vanilla and kinky stuff — something for everyone

3k to 15k words — depending on your choices

Read it on AO3

If you don’t know Ling Rui (Begin Again) and Wang Yue (Brother) you can quickly read about them here, or watch the short movie Brother and the Begin Again series here, or watch the movie cut version of Begin Again here.

[eefaevie]

If you play your cards right in Choose Your Own Adventure: Reunion!, you can let them snuggle 💕

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[havoc-if]

Welcome to Havoc-if!

This page is still under construction, but asks are always open if you want to know information about the upcoming interactive lgbtq+ story!

Get to know me - My name is Nia, She/Her, I’m 20 years old, and a bpoc :)

Synopsis - After meeting your best friend, Noelle, when you were just 14-years-old, the years passed and your friendship only grew stronger. Nothing could separate the two of you, right? Well what happens when the two of you grow distant and eventually cut contact after you come to a realization that you might like her? And what happens when the two of you run into each other again years later? Will the two of you be happy to see each other again? Or will you resent each other? Check out next time on Havoc-if! (Please note there will be multiple love interests as well!)

DNI - Racists, homophobes, literally anyone with no morals whatsoever..this is for fun, don’t be a jerk!

Minors do NOT!!! interact as this story will feature foul language, suggestive themes, sex, use of drugs and or alcohol. I am not responsible for the media you consume.

[thedevilshardy]

"Ain't no wonder you're wet, luv." Part II

Alfie Solomons x Reader - Interactive gif Story

Smut ❗

He's right in front of you in not a breath of your lungs, eyes still heavy on you, gaze lingering on the pulsing search for air of your lungs. He watches you a second, without a word, as if he knows that his scent makes your knees go all weak.

"You haven't been behaving quite good, have ya?", he says, and it's rough and hard like sand thrilling over your bare skin. You try to hold his gaze, the heaviness of his eyes.

"No, I haven't. I need something."

"You need somethin', yeah?" His voice is like a cut in the air, harsh, wanting - but before he can do anything at all, it's suddenly the lust that speaks out of you, that makes you move first. Your hands claw into the collar of his shirt, as tight as you can with those shaking bones - you put all your strength into that movement, pushing him right back from where he came, back to that chair. He huffs quietly once he's settled, and you can hear an approving, low grunt when you sit down wide-legged on his lap.

You can see the smirk behind the thick hairs of his beard, feeling the throb in your pussy when you notice it. It makes you push your legs tight next to his, next to his muscular big thighs that fucking scream to be used for a good ride. And you feel something else, making your mouth open up like you want his dick right in there: you can feel his thick cock twitching, right between your legs, that clothed big thing that always fucks you like it knows how to kill you. You breath out shakingly, his eyes still in your body. You can feel his hands sliding up your sides, grabbing the small hills of your hips. He puts pressure there, those broad fingers digging into your skin like he knows you won't leave before he fucked you for good.

"So that's it, hun? You wanna have some decent lap time with me? Sitting on that dick, right, letting it dive right into your wet cunt? Are you wet for me, luv?"

You begin to sweat from his words. But instead of answering his damn arousing phrases (oh god do they fucking turn you on!), you push down your hips, push down your weight on him to let him feel. You still watch him while you do it, while you grind your pussy down on that thick dick on those pants, rubbing against the hard muscles. And it makes you fucking leak, feeling that still clothed cock grinding against your pussy, friction making you soak your panties.

"Yeah, like that", he hums, and those hands cup your ass, pull you closer to his face. His breath is hot against your throat, hot wet clamp, making you even more dizzy then before.

"Oh dear god", you moan out, fingers grabbing the heated surface of his neck. You need some support, something to hold on, while you throb against the arousing friction of his dick against your clothed folds.

"As I see it, we have two options here, luv", he whispers harsh against your throat, giving it a decent bite, "either I'mma rip down your panties right fuckin' now, fuck you till you can't walk anymore - just by thrusting up into your cunt luv, you know I can still make you scream twice like that, yeah. Or - another option, hun, giving me a bit of a thrill. Hump ma clothed dick until you come."

Your heart, your lung, your fucking pussy nearly explodes at his words. Your thighs are already shaking, and you're already so wet you know he can feel it. You lick your lips, still staring open-mouthed at his face, while his gaze literally eats you alive. His broad fingers still grab your ass, pulling those cheeks apart and letting them settle back, letting you know what he wants from you.

I hope you enjoyed this! 🔥 excited for your choices. 😈

[hitechlatte]

Donnie X Reader Interactive Fic in the works!

Thank you for your love and support on my Interactive XReader fics! People seemed to love the Raph X Reader interactive fic, so I'm making another and you all picked our beloved evil mad genius Donnie!

This fic will include MUCH more functionality than the Raph one. For example, the fic includes/will include:

Customizable First and Last Name

Customizable Nickname and GameTag

Customizable Pronouns

In Story Choices

Branching Paths (To Be Implemented)

Customizable Skin, Eye and Hair Color (Stretch Goal)

If there are other features you'd really like to see, let me know, but this is the current roster of features to be added to this fic!

If you want to see the current prototype, you can test it out here: Online Friends Donnie X Reader.

Later this week I'll be posting the prompt for what this fic will be about, but you can probably gather from the prototype if you're interested in knowing sooner!

Thank you all for your love and interest and I can't wait to share more with you all soon!