#prompt by @/creativepromptsforwriting

[nakajimeow]

my fave romance prompts

back hugs

forehead to forehead

never yells

KISSING IN THE RAIN

neck kisses

kisses ur scars

*holds your waist all the time*

LOTS OF SEXUAL TENSION

waking up to them cooking breakfast for you

"my love"

would take a bullet/arrow for you (will voluntarily use their body as shield)

trains you hand to hand combat/self defense

eye contact w/ sexual tension

takes you to their favorite secret place/spot (and they have never shown it to anyone before aside from u)

*towers over u*

borrowing their clothes !!

sexual tension to the point where u see their hormones coming out

plays with ur hair / massages ur head until u fall asleep

kissing ur hand

them being the one to put on the necklace they gave u

leans in for a small kiss, pulls away, and then turning into a full blown make out session

*will carry you if you're injured*

SHARING ONE BED

subtle touches w/ sexual tension

comforts you with your night terrors/nightmares

takes care of u if have fever/sickness

confesses their love while you're asleep

"let's fix this"

did i mention sexual tension?

[nowifi-noconnection]

Angsty dialogue prompts for all the sad people

a/n: this is my first time posting this kind of thing so go easy on me alright

"Stop... stop acting like this is goodbye"

"Why are we still pretending? We both know what you did"

"Please don't give me hope. I can't take anymore pain."

"Just go, please"

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I don't belong here at all."

"You've already accepted me as part of your past! Just a memory..."

"I never stood a chance, did I?"

"I can't - I would never hurt/leave/forget you. I love you, please believe me"

“I love you, too. I just wish things were different.”

"I wish I could go back, I was better off then."

[knifwp]

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

[wannab-urs]

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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[creativepromptsforyou]

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

[fabulous-robbie-rotten]

“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.”

[layla4567]

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

[bobbole]

" Don't look at me like that"

"How am I looking at you?"

" Like you love me"

Thank you dear @windsweptinred for the precious advices 🤍💚🤍💚

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Dialogue Responses

"I could ruin you."

"Do it!"

"You wish."

"Yes, please."

"You could try."

"Empty promises."

"I'm already ruined."

"Let's ruin each other."

"And I want you to do it."

"Ruin? You're so dramatic."

"In a kinky way or a bad way?"

Bonus: "So, we're skipping the fixing and dive right into ruining?"

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[jurdanhell]

if you’re still taking prompt requests for jurdan, could you do number 25 from the hurt/comfort list you posted? thank you ♥️

what is a secret, but not a promise?

Read it on AO3!

Word Count: 1,281

The moon was full of secrets. Scandalous and forbidden, everything desirable happened at night. Shadows dipped between each other along the ground, dancing as if made from candlelight as the moon cast her gaze to the Earth. Praying, believing, sacred gaze pressed to the soil so surely she need not worry about what became of her confidences when her lover vibrantly lit the sky. 

Cardan slipped from his bed sheets, careful not to wake his wife, who must have snuck beneath the covers sometime after he’d fallen asleep, waiting on her to retire. He tugged the hem of his shirt tight around his waist, willing the crown of sweat on his brow to disappear. 

He stood, overly aware of the cold floor beneath his bare feet as he made his way to the window, leaning against the stained glass. It cast beautifully when the curtains had been pulled back to let in the late afternoon light, bringing warm, colourful shapes to the ceilings, the walls, decorating the whole room. Now, they were drawn shut and tight so they might sleep. He leaned against a column where the curtains were parted, peeking around the fabric to look at the coloured glass. And then, out. 

The sun crested over the horizon ahead, and the moon made way for his arrival. Cardan glanced back at his wife, at her braid dripping down the side of the bed, now long enough to nearly touch the floor. At the way she curled into the empty space beside her where he had been. One of her hands stretched into the expanse, searching. She didn’t wake. 

He pushed open their bedroom doors and crept to the sitting room, stealing a book from an end table he’d left it on haphazardly hours ago, when he had inevitably become distracted by his wife’s curious hands. She’d felt her way down his spine, lower, and they’d whispered promises to each other in the darkness before she’d kissed his cheek and assured him that she’d come back after a meeting with her spies. 

He’d waited for her return as the moonlight softened, making room for morning, even as his eyelids grew heavy and he could no longer keep them open. Cardan crossed the sitting room to the bay window, cushioned with ornately embroidered pillows, overstuffed with fluff and feather. He tossed them aside and rest his head against the window, squinting into the sky and searching. 

He opened his book, page marked by a lace from one of Jude’s dresses. He’d tugged it once, and she’d pulled it free, tossing it at him and laughing. He tucked it into his pocket when he was sure she’d forgotten about it. 

He thumbed through the deckled pages, breathing in the cool air that pressed against the window. It ran its fingers down his skin, raising gooseflesh along his arms, and he welcomed it.

His tail thrashed against the side of the lounge seat, coming to curl up around his ankle when he could not blink away a memory. There, and then gone. The very thing that had woken him, and he could not even remember it. Could not will it back into existence, though it haunted him like any true spectre. 

The morning would not vanish his penchant for nightmares, but it could not summon them, either. It was a secret’s job to be kept, to remain, drinking in the moonlight in all their debauchery. But there were bad secrets, too. Nasty ones, that ought to remain in the foulest places, so you might never look for them. Secrets to be buried, and forgotten. Perhaps that was what the moon had been praying for. 

Jude padded across the floor quietly and came to rest upon the opposite end of the window seat. She frowned, blinking away her exhaustion as Cardan gave her a soft smile, and opened his arms. She twisted, laying against his chest and looked out the window. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand resting across her center to hold up the book, the other going to her hair. 

She was nearly asleep again by the time she remembered what she’d come out to find him for. “What’s wrong?” She asked, voice thick with sleep. 

He rest his chin on the top of her head. “What makes you think something’s wrong?” He was grateful, for once, that she was not, could not, look at him. 

“You’re reading,” she said, blinking hard as if to wake herself. 

He huffed a soft laugh. “I assure you,” he said. “This is no new habit of mine.” He swallowed thickly and hoped she hadn’t heard it. 

She inhaled deeply and sat up, turning back to face him again. Yawned. “I’m going to ask you how you are,” she whispered. The hair on Cardan’s arm stood on end again. “And I would like you to answer me honestly.”

He nearly huffed at the last amendment. As though he could do anything else. Instead, she had meant the fullness of the truth, the lack of evasion. For better or for worse, she would get it out of him at some point. At least he’d stopped sweating. 

He let the book fall open on his lap and spoke before she could ask again. “I had a nightmare,” he said. “I’m fine, now.” It could not have been a lie. Jude raised a brow, assessing. Surely, she’d rooted out how fickle of a word fine could be. 

“Do you always read at the break of dawn?” She asked instead. 

The corner of his mouth twitched. “No, but sometimes I would read through it, and into the late afternoon hours.” She looked at him incredulously. “I seem to make a habit of willingly forgetting.” 

She leaned against the window. “Come back to bed,” she whispered. “It’s late.” Maybe this was a promise, too. 

Cardan looked down to the book in his lap, at the passage highlighted that he’d reread so many times he wondered if the words were engrained in his eyes. When she said nothing, he read aloud. “Ah, love may be strong,” he whispered to her. “But a habit is stronger.”

She took the book from his hands and set it aside as she stood. Pulled him to his feet and wrapped her arms around his waist. Pushed his damp curls back from his face. Pressed a kiss to his temple. 

“What was it about?” She asked. A line appeared between her brows, and it took him great restraint to not reach down and smooth it away with his thumb. 

“I don’t remember,” he said. “Only that it was terrible.” She said nothing, so he continued into the silence. “For a moment, I revisited every time I closed my eyes as if a memory. Some integral part of me. And now, I know not what it was, only that it may never leave.”

She shook her head and pulled him close. “We get to decide the parts of us that we keep.” Her hands came to rest gently on his stomach, reached for his hand, and pulled him to their room. “What we do not like, we cast aside. We are stronger when we reforge ourselves, I think.”

Jude tugged him onto the bed, and curled him gently into her chest. His ear came to rest against her heartbeat, and he made no secret of listening intently to it for a moment. “A habit is stronger,” he continued from the passage, “and I knew when I loved by the way I behaved.”

She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, stroking loving shapes along his spine. 

“You’re my favourite habit,” he said into the darkness.

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i start therapy tomorrow and if i die, i die

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[cosmicfortuna]

Prompt 4: Lake House

Using @creativepromptsforwriting's May Writing Prompts.

Credits to @saradika for the border. Definitely using it for future use

A cabin sits at the foot of a lake, the smell of the water wafting throughout. I step outside, stretching as the hot sun beats down on me. It's a nice day, better than yesterday's doom and gloom. The smell of last night's rain remains in the air but my nose still breathes it in. I approach the shore of the lake and take a seat by the water's edge. The ducks are out, gliding gracefully on the surface. Other birds are up and flying about as well, chirping happy little songs and plucking worms. I sigh, smiling. "Good morning."

[knifwp]

Prompt #43

The two young vampires were best friends. So one drunk night as they were lying on the floor. They started describing each other because they couldn’t see their reflections.

[wannab-urs]

Villain

Prompt #847 “We can’t all be heroes. Some of us have to be the villains.”

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x gn!reader

Summary: You catch Jack before he takes off to stop Eggsy and Harry from saving the world.

Warnings: some language, Jack being the bad guy (canon), briefly threatening vibes. WC: 419

A/N: This one was hard. I didn’t feel like writing it, but I pushed through. I like the concept, but she’s a little rough. 

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“Jack, you can’t do this,” you plead with him.

“We can’t all be heroes. Some of us have to be the villains.”

“Why? Why does it have to be you?”

“Why did it have to be her? Why did those fucking crackheads take her from me, huh?” Jack yells, stalking toward you. 

You retreat, your back hitting the wall. You’ve seen him riled up before, even angry, but never like this. 

“Jack… Are you really going to help her punish every single drug user on the planet to get revenge on some assholes you could have killed today?”

“I am.” Jack gets in your face, hand drifting down to his trusty pearl grip pistols. “They’re all scum. Are you going to try to stop me?” 

You pull up your sleeve, showing the beginning of dark blue, near black, crawling up your veins. 

“I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

Jack stares blankly at your wrist for a moment before his eyes slowly track up to your face. Anguish takes over his features. 

“No. No, no no. Not you. Not you too, baby girl.”

He brings a hand to your cheek, aiming to run a thumb over your cheekbone, but you flinch away. 

“Yes, Jack. Me. And Teak. And a bunch of other people who don’t deserve to fucking die.” Your voice is hard, angry. 

“I don’t understand.” 

“You’re so blinded by revenge, you can’t see what’s right in front of you. You have to stop this. You have to save me. Please, Jack.” 

Jack feels his worldview crumble before his eyes. He’s always believed drug users, those responsible for the death of his beautiful girlfriend and unborn baby, were evil. There’s no saving evil people. 

But you’re not evil. You are beautiful and kind. Smart as a whip. Sweeter than sugar. He’d kill for you, has killed for you. He can’t lose you. Not when you’re the first woman since Elena to keep his attention. 

Jack is frozen in place. He doesn’t know what to do. 

“I don’t know how, sugar. How do I save you?” His voice breaks, and you finally let him touch you, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Kill Poppy and make sure Harry and Eggsy get that antidote where it needs to go, yeah?” 

“You got it, sugar. I’m so sorry.” 

“We’ll see how sorry you are if I survive this.” 

Jack presses a kiss to your forehead.

"If it's the last thing I do, I'm keeping you alive."

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[letstrywritingmaybe]

It’s What You and I Do

Thanks to the lovely and amazingly talented @vordark for the inspiration and the motivation for this short fic. I am obsessed with the art, so everyone needs to go look at it here! Now onto the fic (under the cut and also on ao3) <3

"You told me you loved me."

“Yes.”

"While you thought I was dying in your arms."

“Yes.”

"Well, I'm still alive. Care to repeat that?"

She enjoys seeing the pink dust his cheeks, his flustered expression as he takes in her words. Her tone is teasing and light hearted, which is just like her after experiencing a life or death situation.

She watches as his reddening features creep to the tips of his ears, his nervous fidgets as he tries to stammer out a coherent response. She graciously decides to end his misery, taking a step back as is in her nature when it comes to him.

“I’m kidding, I know you didn’t mean it that way.”

She gives him an out as always, deflecting behind lies, taking back her advances. She’s a scientist at heart, testing her experiments then observing as they react. This is no different. At least, that’s what she keeps trying to remind herself.

She’s long gone by the time his brain catches up to him, the opportunity to double down on his confession slips out of his reach. He draws out a heavy sigh, his hand resting over his beating heart as he wills it to calm down.

He doesn't have the excuse of adrenaline pumping forcing him to acknowledge his feelings. The sheer panic rising within at the possibility of losing her. His shaking form as he holds her close in his arms, the words slipping out so organically as if he meant to say them all along.

But he didn’t. It wasn’t intentional. He wasn’t even sure she heard him. Evidently, she did.

He clenches his fist, looking towards the direction she disappeared to. He knows now, it wasn’t a fluke. An accidental slip of the tongue.

He was on the verge of spilling out those same three words again, when he saw her mischievous smile. The amusement behind her lively eyes, no doubt enjoying his struggles to appear unaffected by her taunts.

His breath leaves his body when he feels her draw near, backing him into a corner to face the consequences of his admission. One that will forever change their dynamic, all he needs to do is speak those damn words aloud.

He doesn’t get the chance, she backs out as she always does when they’re caught in the flames. Squashing away the barely lit fuse before they’re set ablaze, leading them back to safety.

It’s what she does best. One step forward, two steps back. It’s the only way to keep the peace, protecting them both from getting too close.

He’s tired of this routine, enough is enough. Next time, he’s determined to tell her next time.

.

.

.

She wants to wipe the smirk off his face, she has half a mind to punch his stupid face. If she could manage to hit him without damaging him more, she would absolutely send an uppercut his way.

“You told me you loved me.”

His grin grows wider, he knows he’s got her now. So much so, the only thing she can do is keep her mouth shut. Even though she was midway through reprimanding him, for his reckless behavior.

Maybe he’ll pass out from the pain of his injuries if she just ignores him. He presses forward, which only further irritates her.

“While you thought I was dying in your arms.”

She knows he’s enjoying the way the tables have turned. She needs to come up with a quick remark, lest he gets it into his head that she actually means it.

“Well, I’m still alive. Care to repeat that?”

“You must've hit your head too K-Kudo-kun... C-cause I would never said such thing... "

The way her words trail off does not help her case, especially when she cannot muster the courage to meet his eyes. Her heart is hammering in her chest, she feels her cheek getting hot.

She chances a glance in his direction, she expects to see his arrogant stare, instead she sees his softened expression. His tender gaze breaking down her walls.

Her breath catches when he dares to close their distance, his hand reaching up to hold her chin keeping her eyes locked on his.

“I know what I heard back then, Shiho. I just want you to say it again..."

Her head spins trying in vain to come up with a witty reply. Her arsenal of comebacks are empty, she can only try and convince him it was all but a prank.

“I don’t…”

“I love you too, Shiho.”

The weight of his words, spoken with such conviction, has her at a complete loss. She cannot believe her ears, did he really just? No, it can’t be.

“I love you. I’m alive and I’m repeating it. I love you, Miyano Shiho.”

Her body trembles as she struggles to keep herself together. She never thought she would ever hear those words directed at her, especially from Kudo Shinichi.

The first time he said them, she thought it was a figment of her imagination. Of course her dying wish would be hoping he reciprocates her feelings.

She was hopped up on too many painkillers, when she woke up in the hospital bed with him by her side. It wasn’t until she was discharged with a bill of health, that she’s able to reflect on what she thought were her final moments.

She was so embarrassed with herself over her silly hallucinations, she thought she made the whole interaction up. Until she starts to notice Kudo acting differently around her.

Piecing together her memories, she comes to the conclusion that maybe he did accidentally confess. The realization sends her heart soaring, but only for a second. She quickly reasons it as a blunder, he probably meant it in a platonic way. There’s no need to hold him to it.

Still, she can’t help blushing when she thinks back to that moment. This will only cause her trouble, if she keeps deluding herself into believing he could actually feel the same way.

In a bid to crush her hopes, she decides to casually bring it up in front of him and see how he reacts. He gets flustered as expected, all she needs now is for him to admit it was a mistake.

She takes the easy way out, stopping him from breaking her heart, running away before he gets the chance to clarify his intentions. She’s a coward, but at least now she knows he doesn’t feel the same.

Except he does, and he’s standing in front of her telling her as such. She knows he’s waiting for a response, looking at her expectedly.

“I…”

They’re interrupted by a swarm of reporters who appeared out of nowhere, hounding them for answers, effectively ruining the moment. He lets out a frustrated groan, making her laugh.

He shoots her a glare, letting her know that she’s not off the hook yet. He intends on finishing this conversation when they’re alone again.

She smiles, giving him a nod as she works to keep the flashing cameras at bay.

Next time. Enough is enough. No more running away.

[sanriokamabodo]

bee's 100 follower bash [closed drabble event]

I've officially hit 100 followers!! and what would be a better way to thank all of you for the amazing support i've gotten over the past few weeks than an event?

at the time of writing this drabbles won by a long shot (with 54.1%!!) (๑>ᴗ<๑)

here follow the rules!

please only request from these two prompts lists: /001/ /002/

please specify what character you want me to write the prompt for (i will try to write for every demon slayer character!) yes including gyokko and hantengu clones

please type out the entire sentence you want as there are two posts to choose from

please specify it's for the drabble event

please feel free to request multiple times

an example of how to request could be: hi, for the drabble event may I please request “Believe me, I will never be tired of you.” with [insert character]

you will have until sunday july 30th, 9pm utc +2 to request, after that time I will formally close the event!

thank you for your support on this blog, i send all of you a big hug ₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎

[thepedanticbohemian]

I am no fan of "whump" or hurt/comfort writing. But in the interest of the fan fiction writers out there who are, dialogue prompts!