#mini drabble

[ones-g]

use your mouth

—You're doing so fucking well

His raspy voice made my knees go weak. I hit the ground with a dull thud. —Shit…— She cursed softly, guiding my movements with his hand around my hair.

She was stressed. Her tense and grumpy body from the daily day of being on duty in these horror games had exhausted her in a not so friendly way.

—Oh yeah... fuck— She was so loud, yet so grateful at the same time.

I offered myself as a fucking damsel offering her services to anyone who crosses her corner. Ignoring the fact that I was her coworker Another guard, of low rank as I wore the circle on my black mask. —Baby, you do it... so good...— She growled.

How did it come to this? Hell, I have no idea, but I was enjoying the attention I was giving her and the attention she was giving me. It was reciprocal.

Her juices spread around my entire jaw, running down my neck in drops. I had achieved my goal.

Her dry laugh escaped her throat, so ecstatic. Looking at me from her position as if she was proud to cum in my mouth. —You got a little dirty— She murmured mockingly, running his finger along the corner of my lip, wiping away any remnants of his orgasm.

She raised my gaze with just a gentle tilt of my chin around his hand. “Did I do well?” I asked in a small voice.

The curve of his lip exposed her. No-Eul threw his head back, laughing delicately. —Baby, now I have the need to ruin you— She murmured with his slanted eyes, injected with desire, pure lust and madness.

BOOM SHACALAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[wh01s-isabela]

Popular opinion: Edd kisses his homies goodnight religiously

[kurthasfreespeech]

tw noncon ish

mikey just letting Gerard do whatever with him if there's no one around 🤤🤤 like he'll just let gee bend him over out of no were with no warning <333 oh and he'd let him touch him too, maybe even jump in the shower with him unannounced and do God knows what 🤭🤭🤭 and the best part is that Mikey lovessss it X33 (well... Sometimes ;P) *busts from the sheer magnitude of my post*

[bluemooniegif]

this did better than i thought it would on twitter, so here: a mini soukoku drabble!!

soukoku who used to pretend to get engaged every time they went out to eat, but haven't done it again since dazai left, despite still meeting regularly.

tonight, when chuuya kneels and pulls out a ring, dazai swoons just like he always did, then scolds chuuya when they leave.

"I thought the salary of an executive would easily cover dessert, even at a fancy place," he sing-songs, skipping ahead. "anyway, you should warn me next time, chibi, so I can make it look more realistic."

when he gets no snappy reply, dazai turns to see that chuuya has this funny look on his face. it's one he rarely uses, and it takes dazai aback- chuuya doesn't look like he does when he reads a poem that hurts, or the dog has just died in a movie, but those are the first examples dazai's brain dredges up from its depths. chuuya looks... quietly devastated.

something clicks in dazai's mind. it's that same look he wears like a badge of honour on his yearly cemetary visits. the same look he's directed toward dazai once or twice- but no, he thinks, glancing down to take in his appearance- he's not hurt this time.

something else clicks, a puzzle piece snapping into place, a checker clacking down onto a board. dazai's mouth falls open. "that was REAL?!! "

mwehehe :3

[drunkenworgen]

Savage Daughter

(Lyrics from Savage Daughter by Sarah Hester Ross.)

[zenmasterlover]

*gang at frat party*

Hyde: Anyone seen Jackie?

Donna: your oh so perfect and classy girlfriend? *points over to Jackie*

Jackie: *drunkenly doing a keg stand while people crowded around and cheered for her*

Hyde: crap… *pulls Jackie off the keg*

Jackie: *slurring* oh I just love being the center of attention *blows kisses to the crowd while being slumped over Hyde’s shoulder*

[kirythestitchwitch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson, Vampire Caroline Forbes, Stress Cleaning, Showers, Banter, Caroline has naughty thoughts, mini-drabble, 4x18 Series: Part 2 of under the same moon Summary:

Klaus helps show Caroline where the cleaning supplies are at post-Silas hallucinations. If only Caroline could keep her thoughts out of the gutter.

[missjanjie]

in honor of the For The Girls tour, would you be willing to write a little camyasco drabble?

this was actually easier to write than expected lol

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“I think we should fuck her,” Bosco remarked with the nonchalance of someone making dinner plans. She took the last hit off her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray. “I think she’d be down.”

Sitting out on the balcony while smoking their drugs of choice had become a nightly ritual for Daya and Bosco – the perfect way to finish a meal as far as they were concerned. Their new neighbor across the hall, Camden, had come up in conversation from either of them more and more as they developed a friendship with her.

Daya looked at her curiously. “What makes you say that?” They knew Camden was a lesbian, and there had been fleeting flirty moments shared here and there, but nothing was obvious enough for her to pick up on.

She shrugged. “Vibes.”

“Does that theory usually work?”

“Worked with Jasmine.”

Days had to concede to that point, as she’d been quite surprised when their friend had been down for a threesome, while Bosco said she ‘totally saw it coming’. “Touché. How do you wanna go about it? We gotta have a little more class than ‘you tryna hit?’ or something.”

“I have more class than that, give me some credit,” Bosco huffed. “We invite her over for dinner, set the mood, see how things go.”

She decided that maybe, just maybe, her girlfriend did have some sort of sixth sense for threesomes. “Okay, okay. You’re not gonna open the door in lingerie, are you?”

“I haven’t ruled it out.”

—

“Sorry we didn’t cook,” Daya was saying as Bosco passed out their take-out from a nearby restaurant, “we just want to get the security deposit back on this place.”

Camden laughed. “Have you seen British cuisine? It’s not a terribly high bar to pass.”

“Aw look, she’s making fun of the British, she really has assimilated,” Bosco joked as the three of them started eating. “So, you seeing anyone, Cam?”

She shook her head. “No, updated my Tinder bio but that’s about it. Why? Trying to set me up with someone?”

The couple looked at each other, then at Camden, answering in unison, “kind of.”

Camden couldn’t help but be amused by their lack of subtlety, especially since they seemed unaware of it. “And how long have you been planning on asking me to join you?”

“Since yesterday,” Daya answered, then furrowed her brows. “How could you tell?”

“Don’t worry about it, just finish your meal. I think we’ve got a long night ahead of us,” she winked.

[magicaldreaming]

"Sometimes the struggle of creating is satisfaction in of itself, seeing it progress ever closer to completion is art." Soleil speaks aloud, some "materials" tied to chairs with sacks over their heads while Elva is made to watch and take notes.

"Other times, it can be as simple as the completed project as it is the expression of what the artist wishes to show everyone. To invoke emotion in those who look upon it, challenge them to think about subjects they wouldn't otherwise. To make them feel a certain way, or even to exemplify the genius of the creator (me)."

She picks up a knife, one caked in old blood. Blood that crystallized with her unique power within the Red. To the first one, she slit their throat. The burlap turning red as blood poured from the wound and the sounds of wet choking filling the air until silence. Then the second throat was slit. Soleil went through all of them, letting the blood pool on the ground, stepping in it and mixing it into the soil in her tent.

None of it reforged into crystal, or was going to be used as paint or ink. Soleil was making something different. Something she hadn't shown Elva or anyone else. Turning her back on her "benefactor" Soleil hunched over, then began lurching while making some kind of gagging sound. With some coughs and a strong heave, Soleil turned back around with the unique crystal rod of violet and crimson in hand. Still covered in spit and stomach fluids as she wiped her mouth with the other hand.

Zak'yanna's physical soul.

"This work is something I believe encompasses both. The journey in the creation of this was beautiful. A tale of how I overcame human limitations, defeated death itself, and broke free of the shackles of my oppressor." Her voice elevated, growing with excitement of her own genius.

"And of course the final result." She holds the crystal soul out, using the Red magic to draw the deaths and blood of her "craft material". Coalescing into the soul of her former master, Soleil releases it and steps away. Then azure and crimson flame surges out, at first taking form into the phantoms Soleil had mastered for combat until taking a more defined form.

"Thank you for opening my eyes. Your greatest work at your eternal service."

[warriorofyapping]

If anyone were to ask Foulques how he survived that fall, he would call them a fool for asking and not answer. It's not because he doesn't know, he is well aware of how he survived. He remembers backing away from the other lancer, a feeling of fear tightening his chest in a way he was unfamiliar with. He was desperate to stay away from them, to keep his distance, and his mind had been so clouded that he didn't realize how close to the edge he got. And then he was falling. Hearing their voice cry out above him as his body plummeted through the clouds with no sign of stopping. He remembers seeing their face as they desperately tried to grab him, but were unable, not fast enough to grasp his hand. Foulques had closed his eyes and accepted his face; if this was how he died, then it was a hell of a way to go out. Imagine his shock when his body was collided into by...something. It hurt and knocked the air out of his lungs. When he opened his eyes again, he was shocked to see the lancer latched onto him, breathing heavily as though they had been running. He doesn't understand how they were the one out of breath, considering the large Zu that was carrying the both of them was doing all the work. After they were certain he was okay, he got an earful like no other. They were angry and he understood, even if he didn't like being yelled at. They made him promise to stay alive. That was...a hard request. "Then I guess you'll have to join us so I make sure you do." He found he didn't want to argue. It's been a while since all of that happened and he's still reeling from how much the Warrior of Light and the Scions have to do, but he does his best to be of assistance when he can. He was given a second chance at life, after all, and he was not going to squander it this time.

[cxdemusings]

Journal was open and laying next to him on the bed, then pen once gripped in his hand now lay off to the side. Words scrawled on the paper...thoughts unfinished.

Akechi had been in the middle of writing another journal entry, yet he fell asleep partway through writing a sentence, one of the words completely unfinished.

The lamp beside the bed was still on. His previously worn clothes just a pile at the foot of the bed, partially underneath.

He'd been so tired, lately.

So tired...

[sanguinedevotion]

Silas was at home with Vanth. Preparing a meal for the two of them to share. The vessel had kept pestering him. Despite that pestering though, the vampire prepared the meal with a hidden smile on his face. All seem rather peaceful, until Silas suddenly dropped the knife he'd been using, and started to clutch his chest.

It was like a large weight had been dropped onto it. Then he let out a gasp of air, and all went quiet...until Silas glanced over at Vanth and uttered.

"It's lord Sebastian....he's....gone? He's...gone. I can feel it."

Oh god, the pain. It was nearly unbearable. However, Silas still tried to prevent Vanth from running out the door.

"You can't."

"You won't survive."

"I can't let the only other person I care about get smited by holy fire!"

In the end, even if his words were heard, they weren't heeded.

[mountainofhistory]

"You know, I'm not even really all that scared of what the big shots might do to me. You know, the smug prince, or the hag, or all of them. I can bounce back from whatever bullshit they pull. Even if it kills me. I've been dead before, lots of times."

Seems even Seija gets lonely and needs to talk to someone. In this case that someone happens to be a small forest animal she's holding onto with her hand to keep from escaping. Some sort of weasel, perhaps.

"But the monk," she continues, "she actually kind of scares me. I'm worried she might try to redeem me if she actually catches me. Like she did with that pestilence god. If I stop giving people reasons to hate me, I might die for real."

"Though I'm pretty sure I can antagonize her tiger enough to run me through if it comes to that. It'd hurt like fuck, sure, but at least I'd be able to get out of there that way."

"...Oh, speaking of things hurting like fuck. Just in case, can't have you go blabbin' any secrets on the off chance you're a spy somehow. Sorry~." There's a splattering sound as she squeezes her hand tightly shut, waving it afterward to get any leftover blood off as she drops what, perhaps, used to be some sort of weasel. Back to finding something to do, or someone to fuck with.

[paddockkei]

[ES|SP] Mini drabble

Se me ocurrió entremedio del "inicio" del "beef" de Carlos y Oscar, y hasta ahora me da por darle una oportunidad de publicarlo, es un charlos y landoscar con carcar sutil.

Insp mientras escuchaba: Doin'Time - Lana Del Rey (no significa que tenga algo en sí que concuerde con lo escrito).

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Lo está observando.

No quiere admitirlo, y las luces de la discoteca lo hacen mantenerse en esa negación.

Está bailando, algún ¿reggaetón?, el ritmo de la música tiene encendida toda la pista de baile.

No es la excepción, ve como sus manos viajan hacia las caderas ajenas, apegando ese trasero a su ingle, es obvio lo que quiere.

De Charles Leclerc.

Charles no es tan buen bailarín, sus movimientos parecen algo torpes, pero Carlos lo guía como si para él fuese innato.

No quiere admitir que los observa, que lo observa, sentado en uno de los grandes sillones de las mesas cercanas a la pista, pero lo suficientemente lejana a la escena.

Y le ayudan la oscuridad y las luces aleatorias, tanto que Lando cuando llega a su lado con dos poco elaborados sex on the beach, no se ha percatado.

La música no le deja oir bien lo que Lando dice, pero para él siempre asiente.

Estira una de sus manos para tomar uno de los vasos y con la otra arrastra a, su compañero de equipo, a su regazo, nadie a tan avanzadas horas de la noche los está observando, los celulares están muertos en los bolsillos de la gente y ellos dejaron los suyos en la habitación.

Lando se acomoda.

Su trasero se apega a su ingle, sabe lo que quiere.

De Oscar Piastri.

Oscar no es tan bueno con las expresiones públicas de intimidad (no cree que lo que sigue deba llamarse afecto), pero eso a Lando no le incomoda en lo más mínimo. Como buen piloto que es, le gusta controlar, le gusta tener el control del auto, de lo que maneja, de su compañero de equipo.

No quiere entender por qué entremedio de las juguetonas manos de Lando viajando por todo su pecho, sus ojos vuelven a la pista de baile.

Las manos de Carlos desaparecen debajo de la camisa de Charles, mientras este se apega aun mas al cuerpo contrario, buscando...

Y mientras le da espacio entre su cuello para que pueda ser, no, no besado, comido, como si Carlos fuera algun vampiro buscando la posición perfecta para tomar la sangre de su presa...

Y su presa es Charles.

Charles que está pasando sus manos por arriba de su camisa, justo donde Carlos ha llegado a sus pezones, donde aprieta y estira, donde estira y aprieta, donde de sus labios entre abiertos un gemido llega a sus oídos.

Lando sonríe saliendo de su cuello y besando sus labios, orgulloso de la reacción, de provocar una reacción así en él.

Una parte de sus emociones quiere buscar... pero las luces distorsionan, la música ensordece, su vista terca que no puede mirar sus acciones a Lando o las de Lando a él.

No quiere admitir que sigue observando.

[therealgamble]

When the price is right and the scotch is calling, a long weekend trip to Scotland could be on the menu. Because sometimes you need to answer the question - is the scotch better at the source? There are so many reasons why the answer should be no, but when you have a really good time traveling together, both would argue that it made all the difference.

[mjfsbaybay]

This wasn't the first time he'd felt it, a vague tingling feeling resting right between his shoulder blades, right along the column of his spine. He wasn't stupid, he had heard the hushed whispers that quickly vanished when he turned the corner, the furious looks sent his way when he's not looking.

He could put a stop to it, he supposed, but there was some part of him, buried deep down under layers of self preservation, that wanted to follow the feeling, wondering if this was the same way that the people he had betrayed before had felt. As he closed his eyes to take in a breath, their faces flashed behind his eyelids like a highlight reel of his greatest hits. Kyle, the Bucks, Max... No, he couldn't let himself think about that now, the possibility that he might have misstepped this time enough to interrupt his sleep.

Something sick twisted in his gut, and Adam popped a piece of ginger into his mouth, the slight sting on his taste buds enough to center him, to allow him to carry on toward the next day, the next plan, the next metaphorical knife...