Fan Fiction Prompts Novels & Stories

“I make bold promises because I have bold intentions. Now's your turn. Start by telling me what those fantasies are.” My heart stutters, “What?”

IN CASE YOU HAVE A FANTASY YOU WANT ME TO PEN DOWN, COMMENT AT THE END OF MY RECENT LAST CHAPTERS, AND I'LL SEE THEM… AS LONG AS IT'S NOT BESTIALITY, AND DOES IN NO WAY GO BEYOND MY PSYCHOLOGICAL LIMITS, I'LL PEN IT DOWN FOR YOU. Prompts from … 'Thatbixtch' …. SYNOPSIS A daughter seduces her father, while the mother watches a movie, unaware of what's going on, and gets him wrapped around her pinkies. ...

"Another one? Emma, this guy sounds... he sounds obsessed. He’s talking about 'ten minutes.' And 'Rose'?" "It’s just a creep, Han," I said, my voice gaining a steady, rehearsed quality. I looked at the message and rolled my eyes, though my heart was still trying to punch its way out of my chest. "I’ve been getting these for weeks. I think my number got leaked in one of those writer group chats or a promo list. Some guys think that because I write romance, I’m an open invitation for their fan-fiction fantasies." "But he sounds so... specific," Hannah whispered, her gaze still fixed on the phone.

I melted into the kiss, tasting the wine and the passion and the promise of many more nights exactly like this one. Best drunk sex of my life.

I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, my heart still hammering between my legs. Four days until I see Marcus. I sighed, stretching lazily to pick up my phone. I clicked on stop and then scrolled to daddy in my contacts and hit send. “I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy…see you soon.” Then I flopped back, still leaking. A nagging urge pulled me to check my chats, but tiredness took over. Sleep crept in while Marcus filled my thoughts. A part of me wished the chats had won.

Tasting your skin makes me moist and aroused Licking me with the warmth of your tongue makes my body quiver. Having you moan as you eat me sets my passions free. Longing to have your penis deep within me. Feeling the stretching as you plunge deeper and deeper. Warming when you throb inside of me as you come. Filling me with the essence of your body makes me have a part of you. Telling me I fulfill you and satisfy your dreams. Fantasizing you’re with me as my hand touches between my thighs. Knowing we’ll be together again so I can feel your love.

With each stroke of my pen, I breathe life into characters who dance across the pages, their stories unfolding before my very eyes. The anticipation builds, like a crescendo in a symphony, as I eagerly await the moment when Professor Steven's prompt will be revealed. Will it be a challenge to create a fantastical world filled with mythical creatures? Or perhaps a prompt that delves into the depths of human emotions, exploring the complexities of the human psyche? Whatever it may be, I am ready to embrace it wholeheartedly, to immerse myself in the depths of my imagination and let the words flow freely.

Paige teased as she tapped them on their foreheads. Her subordinates smiled sheepishly and announced that they were going back to work immediately. “Me too! I’ll do my best to finish my task for today. I can’t wait to get home and read the new chapter of my favorite fanfiction!” “Yeah, I can’t wait to continue. I’m still at chapter 300!” “What are you talking about?” Paige asked with curiosity. “It’s a popular fanfiction about Mr. Cedric and Ms. Maia. Its title is ‘Will You Marry Me, Again?’”