Fanfic Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

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 reach for my phone. I open a message to Sebastian. I type and delete twice. The first attempt is too much. The second attempt is too clever. I settle on the thing I actually mean, because I'm tired of not saying the things I actually mean: do you ever feel like you're living inside a story someone else wrote? I send it before I can think about it. I put the phone face-down on the duvet. I pick up Finn and Fiona and read three more pages without absorbing a single word.

"Relax. If you faint, I'm not carrying you." As they walked, Sylvia suddenly brightened too suddenly. "Oh! Speaking of imagination, there is this writing competition opening in two days." She tucked her hair behind her ear proudly, “Huge prize. Big publishers watching. Since Elara and I are collaborating, we could submit something. It would be a perfect chance for us to shine.” Fallon barely heard her. She was still trembling from earlier. Sylvia continued anyway. “I’ll tell her about it tonight. We could win if she focuses. I mean… if she really gives it her all.”

"I think we could go back to civilization before it starts to get weird. You seem to be thinking too much, and I don't know if it's because you regret it, or because you're afraid that I'll throw you out of the ravine.” "It's already more than strange, Flynn," I spoke with a giggle, as I stood up. "Now I will need to invent more interesting dialogues and a less macabre mood when writing about it in my novel, because no one will find it funny that the sex scene ends with the couple watching the moon the same way they did in the beginning. It's going to sound kind of repetitive and even a little unreal. And I can't keep writing fantasies anymore, or my readers will kill me.”

Then, she turned to Felicity, "Ms. Thompson, could you please write this down later so they can memorize it? Also, include some details of their 'dates' together, so they won't be caught off guard by the reporters' questions." Felicity nodded, "Sure." Felicity was the best at writing love stories, especially when writing for couples she liked. Besides their daily interactions, she would not mind including details about their intimate moments.

* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together. The energy built, electric and communal, Zelda's fingers flying faster, dipping into her cum-filled pussy, then up to circle her clit. The blend of their essences coated her hand, slick and filthy, the scent rising fresh as she chased release. *Fuck, if he walked back in now...* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting

"Move, Kaelen. Or I'm telling Jax you're bothering me again." ​"Jax is busy," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were inches from mine. "And you don't want me to move. You want to know if I'm as rough as the stories you probably make up about me." ​"Get off me and stop writing fanfics in your head, you prick!" I hissed, even as my breath hitched. ​"Is that what this is? Fanfiction?" He smirked, his eyes darkening. He didn't move an inch; if anything, he pressed closer, his heavy chest crushing my soft one. "You don't want me to move and you know it," he whispered.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

Gupta Comment your thoughts. As I've mentioned this is the first time I'm writing a mmf, where MM is also there. I first wrote MFM for Mad, Bree & Brandon (my og readers know🙈), but this is different with Jer & Lachlan being romantically involved, so do share your views!! Thanks 🖤🎀🖤

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.