Fanfic Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

"I have already talked to them! Louise is about to give up on me because I'm so stubborn. Tatay June is very figurative. I don't know what he wants me to do to get the proper idea to write such explicit scenes." "And then why not find some inspiration?” Infinity suggested. “Right! Find inspiration. It's like what Lyra does!" Angelica once again suggested. Infinity almost spits out the juice she is drinking when she hears what Angelica suggests. Felice was also stunned. "Ahmm... Angelica. I'll just remind you of Felice's genre, huh. Erotic. How would she find a research subject on such a topic? And how will she do the research? Will she join the session?” Infinity asked innocently.

Sam asks, her eyes wide and probing. “You want to write about us?” I query, surprised and look over at Devin, whose brows fuse with intrigue. “Not you directly but your backstory. Childhood friends who grow apart but years later reunite and are forced together by fate, and they can’t help but fall madly in love with one another.” I stare at her dumbfounded, and so does Devin. Surely she didn’t just get all that from our vibe? I clear my throat when it goes bone dry and shift in my seat.

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

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He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

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The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

Gasps, laughter, “That’s so hot, how do you even write that without combusting?” Then Sofia volunteered to read hers. She cleared her throat. “Okay… this one’s new. It’s… intense.” She started soft. A woman alone in her apartment, thinking about the man she shouldn’t want. Fingers trailing down her stomach, circling her clit while she imagines his mouth on her. The room went quiet. Sofia’s voice dropped lower, huskier as she described the fantasy man pinning her wrists, spreading her thighs, licking slow circles until she begged.

My hands were still trembling, but I had to write it down. Dear Diary, I'm losing my mind. I just fucked my cellmate in their sleep. It’s only day four, and I feel like I’m already spiraling out of control. Fin has no idea. They’re still asleep, and they don't even know what I did to them. And the worst part? The sick part? I know I’m going to do it again. I can’t stop thinking about it. Because that cock... it ruined me.