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wannab-urs · 2 months

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Quickie

Prompt #423 “This is so wrong.” / “I know. And I love it.”

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: You and Frankie have to hurry before your mom gets home.

Warnings: explicit smut, creampie, step dad!frankie WC: 555

a/n: Today's prompt fill! It's pure porn lol. Unedited, as usual.

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“This is so wrong,” Frankie whispers against your mouth.

“I know. And I love it.”

You press your mouth back into Frankie’s, your hands finding his belt in between you and unfastening it. You slip your hands into his boxers, fingers closing around his already hard cock.

“Your mom could come back any second,” Frankie mutters, but his hands slip underneath your shirt anyway. You bite down on his lip before pulling back just slightly.

“Better be quick, then.”

He grabs your hips and turns you around, bending you over the kitchen table. He yanks your pants down, two of his thick fingers slipping between your soaked folds.

“Fuck, papi, please,” you whine.

“Please what, hermosa?”

“More. Please.”

Frankie presses two fingers into you, stroking your walls and stretching you out to take his cock. You moan and push back into him, practically riding his fingers.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, I can’t wait any longer,” Frankie groans, removing his fingers from you and lining himself up with your cunt.

“It’s okay, papi. Please. Need you,” you pant. You drop your forehead to the table and push your ass back toward him, trying to take him inside you.

Frankie pushes into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thickness. You don’t want to wait anymore. You reach behind you and grab his open pants, dragging him into you. Your moan is a broken, strangled thing. It hurts but it feels so fucking good.

“Fuck, baby girl. Impaciente, no?”

“Just please fuck me, papi.”

Frankie draws his hips back slowly, letting you feel every ridge and vein in his cock, before slamming back into you so hard your hips slam into the table. He grips your shoulder in one hand and your hip in the other, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust.

You’re trying to hold back from screaming on the off chance your mom comes home, but it’s so hard. Frankie feels so fucking good. You drag his hand off your hip and down between your legs. He takes the hint and starts rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts.

Your knees nearly buckle, but Frankie wraps his other arm around your torso, holding you steady as he pounds into you.

“‘M gonna come, papi. Please can I come?”

“Sí, sí. Come on, baby girl, lemme feel you,” Frankie pants.

He curls his body over yours as you begin to clench hard around his cock. He groans in your ear, whispering praise and encouragement. You come hard, fingers clawing at the table for purchase as you writhe in pleasure.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Where?”

“Inside,” you cry out, still riding the wave of pleasure.

Frankie slams his hips against yours one more time and buries himself deep inside you as he comes with a long moan.

You hear the garage door opening, ruining any chance you had of relishing this moment. You both scramble to get your clothes back in place. Frankie makes it look like he’s making a snack while you open your laptop at the table and start working on a fic.

“Hey guys!” Your mom plants a kiss on Frankie’s cheek and sets her purse on the counter.

You can feel your step dad’s cum leaking out of you as you ask your mom about her day.

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amirahart · 2 years

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Car Crash || Charles Leclerc

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x (Y/N)

Warnings: Language, mentions of hospitals and car crash, idk what else

Summary: (Y/N) gets into a car accident, and Charles all but turns the world upside down.

Word count: 2280 words

Authors note: 1. I GOT A BUNCH OF LIKES AND FOLLOWERS??😭😭 THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH 2. Inspo from this Prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting 3. Pls request stuff idk what to write

Xoxo Art

Charles couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about. It was probably something stupid, anyway. He had been stressed about the upcoming race -and the fiasco that was his team’s strategy-, and (Y/N) had been worried about some upcoming deadlines that she had at work. They were not in the greatest moods, was the point, and it was late at night, and they were a tad hungry. So, at the first opportunity, they both snapped at each other. One thing led to another, and (Y/N), always the reasonable woman that she was, got up and slammed the door, grabbing her car keys and setting off for the Monegasque roads to clear her head.

So, here he was, sitting on the couch, no longer fuming, just glancing at his phone every two minutes to see how much time had passed since his girl left. Charles was literally worried sick, calling and texting her, but she was still not replying. She had been gone for five hours at this point. Where on Earth could she be?

For the first hour, he tried to distract himself. He tried to start a race on the simulator, but he saw (Y/N)’ hoodie thrown over his chair, and he got mad again. He tried to take a nap, but every time he closed his eyes, his brain filled with thoughts of her. He thought about going for a walk, but he decided against it, because he didn’t want her to find an empty house when she came back.

The second hour, he spent pacing around the house, peeking through the window, in case that her car pulled in the driveway. He was still far too stubborn to call or text, not ready to admit defeat in the argument that seemed continuously stupider and stupider. As he paced around, his anger started to evaporate and started to be replaced with worry. (Y/N) hadn’t been living in Monaco for a while, and even though she had been around the city, it had only ever been with Charles on the driver’s seat. What if something had happened to her?

The third and fourth hour were spent being paranoid. Charles made up a billion different scenarios of what could have gone wrong. What if she got lost? What if she ran out of gas? What if she stopped somewhere and she got mugged? What if she was hurt? What if she was so mad, she never came back?

At about the four hour and ten minutes mark, Charles’ worry seemed to completely overpower his anger, so much so that he called (Y/N). He decided to push all his catastrophic scenarios to the back of his head. Nothing would have gone wrong, he decided. She would just accept the call, reassure him that she still needed some time to cool off, and that she would be home soon to talk.

All this positive energy shattered when the phone kept beeping, and beeping, and beeping, and then went straight to voice mail. His heart kept getting faster every time the phone beeped. He called her again. Maybe she had her hands full at that moment, and she would answer this time. She didn’t. And he felt his heart sink to his stomach.

So, for the past fifty minutes, Charles kept calling, and texting, and calling, and texting, with no reply. He called some of her friends, but none of them knew where she was. She called her gym, her hairdresser, her nail salon, and her favorite restaurant, and still, (Y/N) seemed to have disappeared from the face of the Earth.

Charles was ready to get in his car and look around for his girlfriend when he heard his phone ringing. He all but lunged himself at his phone, picking it up immediately.

“Ma chérie? Are you okay, I’m so sorry for everything…”, he started to apologize, but he was immediately cut off.

“Charles?”, (Y/N) said, and the tone of her voice almost made him drop her phone. Her voice was shaking, she sounded like she was on the verge of tears, and it made Charles’ heart shamble.

“Chérie, where are you? I’m coming to get you”, he bolted to the door, grabbing the keys to his Ferrari, rushing to the car.

“Charles I’m sorry, don’t get mad, I didn’t mean to…”, she interrupted herself with a sob, which made Charles wince.

“Baby, please don’t apologize, just tell me where you are”, he was already in the car, turning it on and waiting for her instructions.

“I- I’m not sure, it just hurts a lot, Charles, it hurts”, she cried. Charles immediately pushed his foot down, not even caring that he had no idea where to go. Monaco was small enough, he’d find her.

“(Y/N), please breathe, take a deep breath. What happened baby, what hurts?”, tears filled his eyes as he thought of his (Y/N) being in pain.

“My hand, I was just trying to… and then the other car… and he keeps yelling at me… I don’t know what to do”, she was hyperventilating, interrupting herself by sobbing, and Charles was ready to throw up.

“My love, you’ll be okay. I’m coming right now, everything will be okay, just please, please take a deep breath and tell me where you are baby. Please”, his vision was blurring by his tears, and he was thanking God for the high speeds that his car could reach.

(Y/N) managed to give him her location, and Charles, reaching speeds that were in no way legal, reached her in no time. He spotted two cars, one of them undeniably (Y/N)’, and he ran with all his might to reach her.

Just like she had said in the phone call, there was a man outside the driver’s window, which was now cracked. He was yelling at his girl in French, making him see red. “Eh!”, he yelled at him, gaining his attention. “Va te faire foutre, qu'est ce que tu crois faire” Go fuck yourself, what do you think you’re doing?

“Cette salope a totalisé ma voiture”, he yelled back without turning his attention away from the car, hitting the window, and making (Y/N) flinch. The moment Charles saw that, he lost all self-control. He grabbed the man and slammed him down on the hood of his car.

“Tu as de la chance qu'elle soit blessée, sinon je te ruinerais!”I, he growled in his ear. You're lucky she's hurt, otherwise I’d ruin you.

He left him there, not even caring if he hurt him or not. All he cared about was whether his girl was okay. His legs couldn’t move fast enough to get him to her door, he almost broke the door trying to open it. Charles finally got to her, weaving his hands around her waist and bringing him close to his body in a front piggy-back ride. (Y/N) hid her face in his shoulder, soaking his shirt with her tears.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. All is well now”, he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair, and kissing her gently. The whole world seemed to dim. It was only the two of them in that moment, glad to finally be in each other’s embrace. Everything seemed to be okay in that moment, when (Y/N) had her Charles’ arms around her, and Charles had his (Y/N) tight in his hands.

He didn’t know how much time had passed with them just holding each other, but Charles remembered that she said she was hurt, and immediately set her down. He stole a glance to her car. The front of it was totaled, but it was nothing he couldn’t afford to fix. The guy who was yelling at her must have recognized Charles, and his face whitened immediately. He gave him one of his business cards with his contact information, got into his car and left, but Charles could not care less. All that occupied his mind was (Y/N)’ tear-stained face, and her hand that she was clutching to her chest.

“Chérie, please let me see”, he kneeled next to her, feeling his heart break for what seemed like the millionth time tonight at the sight of his girl so fragile and broken. He noticed bruises and scratches up and down her legs, and a huge bruise right on her cheekbone.

Hesitantly, (Y/N) showed him her arm. Her wrist was swollen, her entire hand was red. It was definitely broken. Charles gently grabbed her in his arms again, guiding her to the car and showering her with kisses.

“My love, we have to go to the hospital. You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay”, he kept repeating, more to himself than to her.

They both got to the car, and after a quick call to the police, they made their way to the hospital. (Y/N) was now totally relaxed in the presence of her boyfriend and felt guilt wash over her at the argument. Charles kept his hand in hers the whole drive, glancing at her every so often to assure she was well. She tried to apologize three times, but Charles kept cutting her off, kissing her hand and telling her that all would be well.

When they made it to the hospital, Charles all but carried (Y/N) to the Emergency Room. He got her a private room, forced the doctors to double and triple check everything, made them run every test, even if they assured him that it was not needed, and almost yelled at every single doctor and nurse that was on call. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at her boyfriend’s behavior. She kept having to hold him back from being rude to the staff- she knew he was never rude to working people and that it was just the adrenaline, but it wasn’t the poor nurse’s fault that the pillows weren’t fluffed to his liking-.

Finally, (Y/N) got her diagnosis- a fractured wrist- got treated, and was left in her room, as the doctors decided – after some pressure from Charles- to keep her in overnight to monitor her. So, the young couple made themselves comfortable on the hospital bed, cuddling into each other after what was a super stressful day.

(Y/N) was cuddled into Charles’ side, with her head on his chest, as he ran his fingers through her hair. “How can you look so beautiful in a hospital gown?”, he mumbled into her hair, making heat rise to her cheeks.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever, have I told you that?”

“Yes, once or twice”, he cuddled into her.

“Thank you, honey. For everything, I mean”, she spoke softly.

“Stop it, Chérie, you don’t need to thank me. If anything, I need to apologize. It’s all my fault”, he said, and (Y/N) immediately clapped her broken hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“It’s not your fault that guy ignored the stop sign. You did more than enough today. Don’t feel guilty. You heard the doctors, it’s just a fracture and some bruises, in 6 to 8 weeks I’ll be good as new”

“I think that we should go to another doctor tomorrow, just to be sure…”

“No! No more doctors! I’ve seen enough doctors to last a lifetime”, (Y/N) exclaimed, and they both broke out laughing. “Just promise me that you won’t force me to see any more doctors”

“As long as you promise me that you’ll never leave home like that again. I’ll drive you around everywhere, I promise”

“I promise I’ll never leave. I’m sorry”, she looked up to see him already looking down at her with a small smile.

“I’m sorry too”, he kissed the top of her head, and they slipped in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. Charles hugged her tighter to his side. He never wanted to experience the kind of feelings he experienced today. The thought of anything happening to (Y/N)… he couldn’t even fathom it. He was too thankful to have her at his side.

He looked around the room, the largest room in the hospital, as he had specifically requested. It was filled with flowers that he had ordered, which he knew was a bit excessive, but he wanted his girl to feel as beautiful and comfortable as possible after the shock that she went through today. On the nightstand that was next to the bed, amongst the vase of peonies-her favorites-, was a red marker that probably one of the doctors had left. He immediately smiled at the idea he got.

He leaned over to grab the marker, gaining (Y/N)’ attention. “What’s wrong baby?”, she asked, and instead of an answer, Charles just shushed her.

“Give me your hand, Chérie”, he cooed, grabbing her broken hand with his left one. As his non-dominant hand traced soft circles on her fingers, his right hand uncapped the marker and started scribbling away with a goofy smile on his face, which made (Y/N)’ cheeks rise. She stole a quick kiss from him, but he kept his focus on her cast.

When he was done, he showed her the cast, like a proud kid showing off his drawing, and she immediately burst out laughing. Her previously white cast was now decorated with messy red handwriting spelling out “This is proof Charles Leclerc is the better driver in the relationship” “#16”, “Je t’adore”, and other little doodles. What made him proudest, though, was the sketch of his formula one car that he had made on the palm of her hand, which was terrible, but it made her smile so hard her cheeks hurt.

“You’re an idiot”

“I love you too”

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creativepromptsforyou · 7 months

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Welcome!

This is a sideblog to @creativepromptsforwriting and contains all the single prompts I post on there in the right order - without all the other posts and prompt lists inbetween. I love lists and order, so I like to have everything clean in one place and easy to access/scrollable and maybe you like that too.

So I will continue to reblog all of the over 1000 prompts I currently have. Which will take a while, but maybe you discover something that you really like, which you totally missed before :)

Here are all of the over 1000 prompts organized (but not easy to just scroll through).

Get inspired and have a good time!

- Jana

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apparentlytheproblem · 2 months

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Hii hope you are having a nice nice day! I saw this post of yours and fell soo in love https://www.tumblr.com/apparentlytheproblem/739333103408037888/e-n-e-m-i-e-s-t-o-l-o-v-e-r-s-t-r-o-p-e-p-r-o?source=share can you possibly please try something similar for exs to lovers? Thank you!

s e c o n d c h a n c e t r o p e - p r o m p t l i s t

I'm so sorry it took this long but here you are, these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows :)

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

"After all this time, i still love you."

"And if my wishes came true, it would've been you."

"Don't give me a reason to leave."

"History repeats itself only because we didn't listen the first time."

"If I could have anyone in the world, it would still be you."

"I just wanna be yours"

"I like you now, just the way you are."

"I Love You, and it's because I love you, that I can't help but be a little bit selfish."

"I missed you. i really miss you and i need you back to me, back with me."

"I will never willingly leave you."

"I will save you." "You let me drown last time"

“I wanna make you mine so bad.” “then do it..”

"Love me. chose me. for once in your damned life, fight for me!"

"Loving you is ruining my life."

"Love is a choice. All i want is you to make the right one."

"Tulips, they're still your favourite right?"

“What the hell are you doing.”

"You are my mistake to make."

"You knew that i didn't have a choice."

“You've fallen in love with me once, you can again. Please."

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fabulous-robbie-rotten · 14 days

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“Look around you. The sun went down hours ago and now you’re trapped here, in the dark, with the rest of us. Now you’ll finally know how it feels to be abandoned by the light.”

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rewritingrosie · 11 months

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Being a writer can be so draining without the proper support, and we want to energize you. And currently, to celebrate hitting nearly 200 members, we’re hosting a matchmaking event - for writing partners! A writing buddy can be the one person to be as fully enveloped in your wip as you are, and I’ve seen firsthand how amazing it is to have one writer guaranteed you can message each day. The server is in a constant state of being worked on, and refreshed, and all genres, genders, and backgrounds are welcome. Fanfic or originals, we would love to have have you there!

If you're interested, feel free to dm/hit us up in the comments, and we can answer any questions you might possibly have, or give you the server invite! Comment, heart, reblog.

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knifwp · 4 months

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Prompt #75

More chapter/story title ideas

Stay, Whether You Like it or Not

We’re All Searching For Home

Over the Seas to the Ends of the World

Dearest Little One, Spread your Wings and Fly

A Message for Your King

You Fold like a House of Cards

For Someone Who Cares

I Fucked up but I’m Going to Roll with it Anyway

Necklace of Thorns

Just Because I am a Child Doesn’t Mean I Don’t Know Pain

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layla4567 · 7 months

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prompts/tropes/dynamics

-"take my poncho, it's cold"

-"then shut me up"

-"My eyes are up here."

-"I didn't know you could dance"

-*training/fighting together*

-*hearing someone sing for the first time (or dance or play an instrument)*

-*when they see someone who wears their hair up, let it down for the first time*

-"you look cute in my clothes"

-"That's not how it's done, let me show you"

-*push him/her/they with your shoulder with arms crossed affectionately*

-"Do you mind if I do it?"

-*when they lift your chin so you can look them in the eyes, and you look at them with deer eyes*

-"now what did you do?"

-*frown when concentrating*

-*his muscles flex when he is angry and his jaw tenses*

-"sorry I thought you were alone"

-*When faced with danger, he stands in front of you and protects you with his arm*

-"What do you think when you look at me?"

-"To begin with, we are lost because of you"

-sunshine x sunshine protector dynamic

-*try on their glasses*

-mutual pining trope

-enemies to lovers trope

-grumpy x sunshine dynamic

-"I finally found you"

-"my home is here with you"

-separate paths/different ideals trope

-opposites attract dynamic

-*heal each other's wounds*

-*carry him/her/they bridal style*

-*fall asleep together (not in a bed)*

-*being able to feel their aura and realize that it's special*

-"what are you going to do about it?"

-"I'm not afraid of you"

-"over my dead body"

-"don't you dare touch her/him/they"

-*They push you into a lake laughing funny*

-"I have/catch you and I won't let you go"

-*He/she is taller than you and he/she is always teasing you*

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this was inspired by @cloudy-em

You can change the pronouns, they are just examples. Feel free to use what you want

and yeah, the first one is a reference to Cal Kestis

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wannab-urs · 2 months

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Trust

Prompt #634 "I trust you not just with my life, but with the lives of others."

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader

Summary: season 2 finale fight scene rewrite

Warnings: uhhh brief threat of death? That's it really. WC: 418

A/N: Due to my crazy ass writer's block, and thanks to the recommendation from @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, I'm gonna start doing these @creativepromptsforwriting challenges. You pick a number 1-1065 and write for 15 minutes based on the corresponding prompt.

Did I even use the prompt? No not really. Is this drabble creative, interesting, or innovative in any way? Also no. But it's words! Which I've been struggling with. It's unedited also.

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Mando is one of the most trustworthy men you know. He would never let anyone down if he could help it. You trust him with your life, with Grogu’s life, with the lives of any stranger that needs help.

That’s why it’s incredibly concerning that he isn’t here now. It’s very unlike him to leave you to fend for yourself.

Moff Gideon has you pinned in the corner of some godsforsaken cell, the kid cradled protectively in one arm while the other keeps a blaster trained steadily on the Moff’s head. The strange weapon he wields twirls from his fingertips as if it weighs nothing. He seems completely unphased by the weapon aimed at him.

“Hand over the child and no one has to lose any limbs,” he taunts.

“No kriffing shot, Gideon.”

He won’t swing on you with the child in your arms… you hope. Gideon presses in closer, forcing you further back into the cell. You fire off a shot at his head, hoping it doesn’t ricochet back into you or Grogu.

Gideon blocks the shot easily with his energy blade, sending the blaster bolt into the ground by your feet. Too close. And Gideon knows it. Knows you won’t risk another shot. He closes the space between you and tries to yank Grogu from your arms, but you twist away from him.

With your back exposed to him, he can easily run you through with his sword without harming the child. This is it. Where the fuck is Mando?

You brace for death, but it doesn’t come. Instead, you hear the distinct sound of beskar clashing with that strange sword. You slouch onto the ground, Grogu pressed tightly to your chest, and watch your mandalorian battle the Moff.

He’s beautiful with that spear in his hands. All swift, fluid motion. The sword hums and growls with every impact, but it doesn’t seem to be able to cut through the spear.

Mando hooks the spear behind Gideon’s leg and yanks, dropping the man to flat on his back. He presses the tip of the weapon against the Moff’s throat, but doesn’t press in.

“Drop the saber, Gideon.”

Gideon retracts the blade back into the hilt, flips it around, and holds it out to Mando.

“Take it. You defeated me in combat. It’s yours.”

Din stares down at him, seeming to falter a bit.

“I don’t want it.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s yours. Bo Katan will not be the leader of her people after all… Mand’alor”

“Kriff.”

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