#100 day drabble challenge

[elluqien710]

day 09: enjoy 🌸

“Enjoy.”

Káno looked up. “What?”

Turko narrowed his eyes, lips tightening into a thin grimace. “You enjoy this?”

Káno glanced around him. Music books and scribbled notated papers were strewn about in a cluttered mess. He clutched a quill in one ink-smudged hand and a flute in the other.

He grinned. “Yes.”

Turko snorted and flipped through Káno’s illegibly written sheet music. “You’ve locked yourself in this room for days, have been singing non-stop, and is clearly sleep-deprived.”

Káno let out a dreamy sigh. “And I love it. It’s wonderful. The melodies…the music…how could you not enjoy it?”

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“Enjoy.”

Maglor didn’t know what it meant anymore.

Walking, day after day, across the shore against the crashing waves and roaring ocean. Dragging his weary feet through the sand. Shivering as wind gusts pierced his skin and rattled his bones.

He was but a wraith. A ghost, drained of all passion or life.

His instruments had long broken. He merely opened his cracked lips and sang the melancholy Nolodantë, his voice but a thin whisper drifting through the air. Mourning, as a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the salt thankless Sea.

Enjoy.

He had long forgotten what it was.

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<- day 08: stars 💫 | day 10: serenade 💗 ->

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[leet911]

Imodnovember Drabbles

For anyone who wants to follow along on AO3, I'm cross-posting here:

I will probably post to Tumblr first, because I like being at the computer to format for AO3. In atypical fashion (for me), I'm actually 2 days ahead on prompts, we'll see if that can be maintained.

[marvelousazula]

Mask

Prompt #068 from 100 Days of Azutara Drabbles Challenge | masterlist | post-canon, relationship status open for interpretation, cw: burns and past child abuse

Azula was eccentric, to not say outright weird. Weird could be a good word to describe her, but it was an insensitive one to use to refer to a fellow literal child soldier. She had scary skills and a rigid routine, old habits die hard, people said. Azula was trained to be a ruthless killer when she needed to be a ruthless killer, and even the princess struggled to kill those habits that made her life a little more miserable.

Trauma made Katara quite the emotional one, even if she was pretty good at controlling those emotions. From what she has seen, trauma made Azula the queen of expressing her emotions. It was interesting, if you asked her, to think how one of the most powerful Firebenders in the world – if not the most powerful Firebender alive, – didn’t seem to use emotions when they seemed to be meant to be a Firebender’s fuel. 

Even a couple of years into whatever this relationship really was ,Katara still only saw her cry once. It didn’t mean she couldn’t tell when Azula was having a bad day, but still, she would have expected to have seen more of it.

However, her reaction to physical pain? That was unnerving.

Katara was healing quite the nasty burn that spread over her shoulder, partly over her chest and went midway down her left arm. It was quite the luck shot from the opponent, and it would have thrown down most Firebenders. If anny Firebender at all, she saw how powerful the burst was and the way Azula staggered on her feet for half a second. It could cause permanent damage without immediate medical attention, so good thing Katara was right there and ready to mak sure Azula wouldn’t lose any function of her arm.

Here she was, glowing water over her… friend’s shoulder. Years of experience as a healer didn’t guarantee that she got used to fresh nasty burns. But she thought that the queasiness of her stomach came from the way Azula showed no sign of being in pain, no sign at all, always something that made shivers run down her spine.

At this point, maybe she should be a little bit more used with the way Azula repressed her reactions, the way she seemed to always wear a well-carved mask. A mask Katara would like to not think about how it was forged in a house where a parent wanted her to be a firebending weapon and the other neglected her in favor of the firstborn. Azula could have turned out much worse, being honest.

“‘Zula?” Katara said gently, aware that the princess seemed to respond well to the nickname. Actually, she tended to even perk up when Katara used it.

“Yes?” She even sounded a little happier under the positive attention.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“That’s already a question,” Azula and her adorable little pleased grin, Katara rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. “Ask away, love.”

It was hard to keep convincing herself that she was not in love with the princess when she could sct smooth like this: “You never seem to feel pain, why’s that?”

“Oh,” Azula looked between Katara and the skin knitting itself back together under the water. “I just, uh, don’t really feel anything most of the time, when I get hurt. You know when a part of your body falls asleep, so it’s there but you don’t feel it?” Katara nodded. “It’s something like that.”

“Were you born like that?”

“No,” the princess looked so adorable when she stopped to think of an answer like that. “You’ve people being hit by lightning, there’s this shaking after it.”

“Yes, not a pleasant thing to look at.”

“So, that’s when the charge is strong enough to cause damage. Hits enough and I think pain receptors are fried. Not pleasant, but made me quite the efficient warrior, don’t you think.”

“Yeah, it seems.”

The more she knew, the more she wants to take a trip to Ozai’s cell.

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

THE RETURN OF THE DRABBLE DRABBLE!

My Mission: 100 words exactly per prompt.

Your Mission, Should you choose to accept it: Send me a fandom and/or a pairing, and point me in a general direction. Mood, color, highly specific au, whatever floats your boat, and I'll see what I can do for you >:3

Most of the fandoms you see me reblog are up for grabs. But if you're drawing a blank: Akagami no Shirayukihime, Hakuouki, Akatsuki no Yona, Spy x Family, Arcane, Way of the Househusband, My Dress Up Darling, Gakuen Babysitters, My Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!, Raven of the Inner Palace, Malevolent Spirits, etc etc

Ask me

[ranger-kellyn]

absolutely beating back with a broom the desire to turn what's supposed to be nothing more than maybe a couple k fic into yet another monster-length novel

[rosewinelonging]

guyss i am like 2 followers from 60 should i do smth special when i get there...? i mean i passed 50 like ages ago an i dont wanna wait till 100. but idk what to do. idr have any ideas lol but if that seems cool or if u guys have suggestions let me knowww

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

I'm not sure fandom babies understand how much info they generally get on fics on AO3. Especially the ones who complain about certain kinds of content. TIME WAS YOU COULD NEVER KNOW IF THERE WOULD BE SHIT YOU DIDN'T LIKE IN FICS.

Like, okay, take this header from a fic I loved in LotR fandom back in 2002, on the LotR forum/website I preferred:

That provides... essentially no info on what's actually in the fic, y'know? It's 6 chapters and appears to mostly be about Frodo and Pippin, and it's rated G, but other than that, take a risk, right?

Or take this header on Livejournal for a fic I posted in 2008:

This was actually an extremely in-depth fic header at the time. There were a lot of people who didn't bother adding notes, word counts, or even characters of focus. "Warnings" was an optional entry, and I only bothered adding it bc the fic had significant spoilers for an episode that had aired recently. There are other things I'd tag on it now, but those weren't "tagged" at the time by most people.

I'd show off an FF.net header but I can't actually get the site to load tonight.

Like, it was controversial that a fic challenge community I was in on LJ in '07 or so took down a fic someone submitted because they didn't warn for sexual assault. Because we had no rule about being required to warn.

And some of y'all bitch that AO3 allows thoroughly-tagged content that you can easily avoid and not accidentally read, and if you accidentally read it bc it's not tagged, you can REPORT it????

Nah. Fuck that and fuck you. AO3 should not censor content posted to it, but I have not seen a fic in YEARS that doesn't have more info about the content of a 100 word drabble than I would've ever given for a 4k word fic back in the day. Not because I specifically had bad habits, but because WE DID NOT PROVIDE THAT INFO AT THAT TIME.

Sorry just. I saw something earlier today being critical of AO3 and just. Y'all don't understand how good you have it. You really really don't. And on the one hand I'm glad that you always had this quality of tagging, but on the other fuck you for acting like it's not fabulously thorough for asking if there's common triggers in it.

[fluff-cember]

Fluffcember in July 2025

Alright, the poll was faily clear: A lot of people want to do a summer Fluffcember. Which obviously is also fun! Remember, this idea came about due to people from the Southern Hemisphere noting, that all "december" challenges tend to focus on winter-related topics, while in the Southern Hemisphere it was summer.

So, to be fair, now another somewhat wintery challenge in July, when the Southern Hemisphere people have their own winter.

From December onwards, I will make sure the challenges will be two-sided. Summer-side and Winter-side!

Bonus challenge: Put your characters in the Southern Hemisphere for once. (Okay, this one is probably easier for the Dragon Age fandom xD)

Rules and Lists are underneath the cut!

Rules:

You can participate with fanfics, original writing, poetry, graphics, or art of any sort.

You do not need to write/create for every day. If you do only want to do every second day that is fine.

Please post your entries on the days or later though - not before.

If you participate with fics: please note that this account will only repost stuff that is written out. No "this is an idea of a fic one could write to this prompt". For prose writing the min length is 100 words (so the lenght of a drabble).

If you want this account to reblog post the entry under #fluffcemberinjuly25 and please also tag this account @fluff-cember.

Please make sure your post also note the fandom that your entry is for!

The fic should be somewhat soft or fluffy. It can however absolutely be fluff in a NSFW way. There is no issue with that.

The one thing I cannot allow because it is a bit iffy in regards to my homecountry's laws: RPS. Anything with real people who were alive in the last 100 years I cannot admit. If they are dead for longe than that it is fine.

There will be a collection for this opened in June.

The List

Day 01: Fire

Day 02: Candy

Day 03: Warm Hugs

Day 04: Charity

Day 05: Snow Angels

Day 06: The Southern Cross

Day 07: Kittens

Day 08: Snowman

Day 09: Scented Candles

Day 10: Long Nights

Day 11: Snowflakes

Day 12: Pillow Fort

Day 13: Glitter

Day 14: Five Course Meal

Day 15: Snow on the Beach

Day 16: Aurora

Day 17: Evergreen

Day 18: Rainy Winter

Day 19: Cozy Blankets

Day 20: Found Family

Day 21: Cabin

Day 22: Sauna visits

Day 23: Tea

Day 24: Cold Feet

Day 25: Ice Crystals

Day 26: Snowed-In

Day 27: Fireworks

Day 28: Family Gathering

Day 29: Gift Giving

Day 30: Hibernation

Day 31: Coming Home

Extra: Candy Cane, Hot Chocolate, Gift Wrapper, Well-Kept Secret, Full Moon

[noorpersona]

Hey I really love the way you write it’s so fun to read and really fits the characters. I wanted to request you making small drabbles or a series on how the haikyu characters would treat you while youre pregnant. If it’s something you don’t want to write no worries. 🩷

OMGG yesss I love that idea 🙈🙈🙈 It goes so well with my other mini-series ehehe, I'm 100% adding it to the roster!! Thank you for your sweet words, they never fail to make my day.

For you! Gorgeous Human!! Enjoy <333 --

Pregnancy: Ushijima

Ushijima has been overprotective since the very beginning.

The second those two lines showed up on the test, it was like a switch flipped in him. He became your personal guard dog, nurse, chauffeur, meal planner, and human forklift all rolled into one stoic package.

It was kind of sweet—at first. The way he’d gently tug your hand away if you tried to carry anything heavier than a spoon. The way he’d Google symptoms with intense focus, like your morning sickness was a tactical challenge he could overcome with enough research. The way he sat through every prenatal appointment like it was the Olympics and he was preparing to win gold in fatherhood.

But by the third trimester?

You’re one more “let me do it” away from committing actual murder.

“I’m gonna change the sheets,” you say, bracing a hand on your lower back as you waddle toward the linen closet.

Before you even touch the doorknob, he’s there. He must have materialized from the floorboards.

“I’ll do it,” he says.

You blink up at him. “Wakatoshi—”

“The mattress is heavy.”

“I’m not flipping it! I’m just changing the sheets.”

Still, he reaches over you and pulls out the linens like it’s already been decided. “Sit down. I’ll take care of it.”

You stare at him, nostrils flaring, lips twitching, but you don’t fight it. Not yet.

Then come the groceries. The laundry. The vacuum you so much as glance at. And every time, he gets to it before you can even try. Every time, he gently insists. Every time, you swallow the urge to scream.

Until now.

You step onto the footstool to reach the top kitchen cabinet—one single bowl, that’s all you want—and he appears in the doorway like a haunted house spirit.

“Don’t,” he says sharply.

That’s it. That’s the moment you snap.

“USHIJIMA,” you explode, flinging your arms wide in a very dramatic but very off-balanced motion. “I am pregnant. Not porcelain. I can do things! I can move and lift and stretch and reach and I would like to do one thing—just ONE THING—by myself without you treating me like I’m going to spontaneously combust!”

He pauses. Blinks. That stoic face giving you absolutely nothing.

“…You were wobbling,” he says.

“I always wobble! I’m basically a giant, sentient bowling pin at this point!”

“I don’t want to take chances,” he says, calm as ever.

“Well I want to do something myself!”

He hesitates. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head. Eventually, he steps back and says simply, “Okay. Do it.”

Oh. Oh he did not just call your bluff.

You puff out your chest, grab the cabinet door for balance, and go for it. Fingers brush the edge of the bowl, victory within reach—

—and then you realize you can’t quite twist back down. You’re halfway off the stool and stuck. Pride flickers. Stomach tightens. Arms flail just a little.

“…Toshi?” you call, voice small. “I, um. I need help.”

He’s there in seconds.

Strong arms wrap around you, lifting you like you weigh nothing. He sets you gently on the floor like a queen being lowered onto her throne.

“You were saying?” he murmurs, hand on the small of your back.

You scowl. “I hate you.”

“You don’t,” he replies smoothly. “You just hate that I’m right.”

You slump against his chest, bowl in hand, your forehead hitting the middle of his sternum. His hand rubs up and down your spine. You sigh dramatically.

“You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re still holding the bowl.”

“…Shut up.”

[peascribbles]

Convincing him to broaden his horizons. day 13 · abundance pairing: sylus x gn!reader wc: 100 · cw: dragon!sylus, fluff, sfw for @thedrabblecollective's challenge

The dragon gestures toward the riches surrounding you. "What more could I possibly need to be… fulfilled, as you say?"

"Forget the abundance of treasures you've hoarded to sate your greed. Cultivating this," your fingers splay over the gem embedded in his chest, "creates an inner wealth. You need enrichment, and hobbies other than pillaging. "

He fiddles with a golden coin, deliberating, until his eyes lock on to yours with predatory intent. "Well then," he purrs, lips curling into an impish smirk, "I can think of a few ways for us to tend to this poor, neglected heart of mine."

addendums to this drabble here

[bleachsmutfest]

The set schedule for our writing event!

Here is a breakdown of each day:

June 22: Alternate Universe (Here is a list of possible prompts)

June 23: Original Characters- OCs (stories, profiles, artwork, songs, inspirstions etc)

June 24: Drabble Challenge 100 words or less (prompts provided or use random generator )

June 25: Favorite ship/ self ship/ poly ship etc.

June 26: TELL IT YOUR WAY. Recreate and rewrite your favourite Bleach moment in your own words! (thank you @myrottingbrain for the suggestion)

June 27: Kink and Tropes (combine a kink and a trope. Here is a list for some prompts and I deas. Pick your own, have someone pick it for you or random generator!) OR OOC (let’s write a character completely out of character and be proud of it!)

June 28: end with PRIDE!!!! Celebrate PRIDE Month 🏳️‍🌈

Some rules/things to keep in mind:

- You do not have to participate in all events! Pick and choose and no pressure! This is all for fun!

- I will provide a list of prompts by next week but you can always freestyle it and use your own prompts.

- You can combine days!! Example: Integrate the kink and tropes into the alternate universe!

- No AI generated fics. Please.

- Smut, fluff, angst, dark content, anything is acceptable. But be careful with controversial and problematic topics. It’s on you to understand what is considered problematic or not. Be mindful of tumblr rules.

- Label your posts accordingly. Add triggers, warnings and content warnings in the beginning of the post!

- You can reblog old fics as long as you wrote them and it falls in one of those categories.

- Use the #bleachsmutfest2025 on new posts! If reblogging an old post, tag me in the comments of that post.

- This isn't just a writing event. I have fun games, polls, interview with writers planned out!

- Most importantly, Have fun! Don't put pressure on yourself. Late submissions are totally ok! This is for fun and to appreciate our writers and their writing, not put stress on them!!!

🩷

[iphyslitterator]

Sob

@118dailydrabble, day 100

Look at these first: post, art, "jumpstart"

“Sweetheart. Angel. There are enough balloons.”

“Are there too many balloons?” Buck frets, straightening the HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY banner. “Is it too much? I-I mean, she hasn't been with us long. You think it's too much.”

“I think she'll sob like she's on a home makeover show.”

Before Buck can object that there are bad home makeovers, his phone vibrates. “Everybody hide!” he shouts. He throws on his cone hat, ducks behind the couch, and bumps into

his new boyfriend, eyes sparkling

his friend, quietly hopeful

his husband, with smile lines and glasses and silver hair.

I was right the first time, he thinks. I always knew it was you.

“Hey,” Buck laughs, “has anyone ever told you….”

And that's a WRAP! Farewell to #118dailydrabble behind the cut:

Listen: I haven't written fic consistently in years, but I saw this challenge and thought, well... 118 words might be do-able.... and I can't overstate what it's done for me. I learned that I thrive in the mini-fic format! I'm genuinely shocked I managed to post every single day for 100 days! I feel like I can call myself a writer again, and I really really want to keep doing it. Thank you to everyone who cheered me on, to everyone who wrote their own drabbles, and ESPECIALLY to @half-bakedboy for running this: You did good 🫡

[colorfulrook]

The 100 x 100 Celebration!

I can't believe that I managed to reach 100 after so little time, my dear readers, thank you so much for all of your support and for granting me the privilege to work on your ideas 😭💖

Whether you’ve been here since post #1 or just stumbled in recently — THANK YOU SO MUCH.

And so as a tiny celebration (and a huge thank you), I’ve cooked up a 100 sentence prompt list that you can use to request drabbles! You can pick your sentence—Even two if you desire— the charcacters and request it with your idea or just a genre (AUs as well).

Do not worry if you saw the same sentence on another blurb, I will gladly create something new everytime!.

Here’s to more stories, more screaming in the tags, and more late-night inspiration. I love you all, truly! - Rook

“You have something on your face… let me get it.”

“You talk in your sleep. It’s adorable.”

“I can’t believe you stayed up to wait for me.”

“I made your favorite.”

“Scoot over, you’re hogging the blanket.”

“They’re staring because you look amazing.”

“Are you pouting? That’s so cute.”

“You did all of this… for me?”

“Can I braid your hair?”

“I love it when you wear my clothes.”

“Dance with me. No music needed.”

“You’re my favorite notification.”

“Let’s just stay in bed today.”

“Your laugh is my favorite sound.”

“You smell like comfort.”

“This is our song.”

“I can't stop smiling when I'm with you.”

“You make me feel like the luckiest person alive.”

“You always warm your hands before holding mine.”

“I never believed in soulmates until you.”

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“I want to wake up like this every day.”

“You fell asleep on me again.”

“You make everything better.”

“I can’t stop kissing you. Is that a problem?”

“Do you wanna build a pillow fort?”

“I love how you say my name.”

“Let’s grow old together.”

“You're glowing when you're happy.”

“You’re the best part of my day.”

“You remembered the tiniest detail.”

“I can’t believe I get to love you.”

“You gave me butterflies. Still do.”

“You’re stuck with me forever now.”

“This is your home, always.”

“Is that a love letter?”

“Just five more minutes.”

“You’re the reason I believe in good things.”

“I could stare at you forever.”

“Being with you feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from."

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

“Say it. Say you don’t need me.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“I wish things were different.”

“We promised we’d always find each other.”

“I’m tired of pretending I’m okay.”

“If I tell you the truth, you’ll leave.”

“Don’t make me choose.”

“Why do you keep hurting me?”

“You said you’d never leave.”

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.”

“You forgot me. Again.”

“I was never enough for you, was I?”

“I’m not the same person anymore.”

“You were the best thing I never had.”

“Stop acting like you care.”

“Don’t say sorry. Not now.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you.”

“This silence is louder than any scream.”

“You can’t fix this.”

“What hurts the most… is that you didn’t fight for me.”

“I gave you everything. And it still wasn’t enough.”

“I should’ve let you go a long time ago.”

“Why does it still hurt?”

“You made me believe in something that wasn’t real.”

“You forgot our anniversary.”

“How long have you been lying to me?”

“You left. Don’t act like you didn’t.”

“It’s too late.”

“I wish I hated you.”

“You were my home. And now I’m lost.”

“Was I just a game to you?”

“This isn’t love anymore.”

“I never wanted to say goodbye.”

“You’re still in my dreams.”

“I waited for you. Every day.”

“You broke me and walked away.”

“Tell me it meant something. Even if you have to lie.”

“I loved you. That was my mistake.”

“Say that again, slower.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I could kiss you for hours.”

“Do you have any idea how good you look right now?”

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Try to stay quiet.”

“You’re playing with fire.”

“Do that again.”

“I like it when you say my name like that.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You should see the way you look right now.”

“You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“You’re not going anywhere tonight.”

“Close the door. Now.”

“Make me.”

“You’re blushing again. Cute.”

“One more kiss and I’ll behave… maybe.”

[yiichan]

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — CULT

IMAGINE — yandere!cultleader!jeonghan x gn!you

WARNINGS — yandere elements, dead dove: do not eat, cultish elements, religious.

WRITER'S NOTES — just twelve days ago i'm still a blog with almost 0 interactions and less than 100 followers, and now it's going to reach 200 and people are interacting with me? please you guys are making me cry- so here is my present for you. just a drabble on how i think geto- i mean, jeonghan's thoughts on 'you', as a cult leader.

speical mention — @sousydive

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It fascinated Jeonghan how influential you were among his followers, how easily you captivated them without even trying. He had spent years building this web of loyalty and trust, spinning every word, every glance with precision. Yet you walked into his carefully constructed world and, without effort, turned it on its head.

It began with Wonwoo, the toughest nut to crack. Jeonghan had worked tirelessly to earn his trust, planting seeds of doubt and faith where needed, coaxing the stoic man into his fold. But then you arrived—childhood friends, you called yourselves—and everything shifted. Wonwoo softened in your presence, smiled more, and for the first time, seemed to prioritize someone other than Seungcheol.

Then there was Jihoon. Jeonghan had spent endless hours breaking down his defenses, dismantling the rigid beliefs that had shielded him. Jihoon was sweet but unyielding, a fortress Jeonghan had painstakingly breached. And yet, with you, it had taken mere moments. A conversation, a laugh, and Jihoon was yours.

Minghao was no different. Jeonghan had thought the perceptive man would see through you, would remain immune. But even Minghao wasn’t spared. Jeonghan saw the way Minghao’s sharp eyes softened when they landed on you, the way his body leaned ever so slightly in your direction whenever you spoke.

It infuriated Jeonghan.

And yet, it enthralled him.

What was your secret? How did you manage to do what had taken him years? You weren’t calculating, weren’t manipulative. You didn’t need to be. Your charm was effortless, natural. It made Jeonghan question himself, his methods, everything he had built.

It made him envy you.

But more than envy, Jeonghan found himself drawn to you. He told himself it was curiosity, a desire to uncover your secrets and make you his. But it was more than that. He wanted to understand you, to unravel you, to possess you.

You were dangerous, and that thrilled him.

For the first time, Jeonghan felt outsmarted, outshined. It sent a cold rush of fear through him, but alongside it, a darker thrill. He wondered—how would it feel to have you under his control? To see those captivating eyes look at him with reverence? To have you hang on his every word, obey his every command?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a strange mix of dread and desire.

What would it take, he wondered, to make you worship him? To see you kneel before him, not out of love but devotion, the way his followers did?

The idea sent goosebumps rippling across his skin.

Jeonghan smiled to himself, a slow, serpentine grin.

Perhaps you were a challenge. But every challenge could be overcome. And when he did, oh, how sweet it would be.

© yiichan, 2024 origin of divider

[the-traveling-poet]

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ 2024 // ᴅᴀʏ ꜰᴏᴜʀ ~ ꜱᴛᴀᴄᴋ

I don't have an explanation for this one, but omg is the 100 words limit hard. This is for the challenge hosted by @thedrabblecollective for the Drabble Challenge of 2024; go read the rules and write along!

Content ~ SFW, Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader

~All Days + Borders Here!~

“C’mon Y/N, time to go.”

"Almos'...Jus' a momen'," You mumbled out with a mouth too full to be attempting speech. Normally Levi might have made a snappy comment about not speaking with your mouth full; if it had been anyone else.

"You can finish those later," he offered quietly.

Shrugging off his suggestion, you stacked several of the wafers together, and fit them all into your mouth at once.

Speechless, Levi cleared his throat and went on.

"Y/N, this is one of the many reasons I'm so in love with you, but please; we need to go."

[waterfae]

Apodyopis

- (n.) the act of mentally undressing someone

Pairing: Benjicot Blackwood x Reader

Warnings: mild sexual content, house-neutral fem!reader, no use of Y/N, double drabble

Word Count: 200

|| General Masterlist || House of the Dragon Masterlist ||

That top of yours needed to come off.

It was the only thought that went through Benjicot’s lecherous mind as he watched you spar with one of the Blackwood men. He refused to take accountability for any unwholesome conduct that may befall you once he got you alone, mentally claiming it to be your fault with your tunic saturated with perspiration and clinging to your skin; it did not leave very much to the imagination as your perky bosom bounced with your movements. Gods, he thought desperately, I just want the bare feeling of them in my hands. If only he could steal you away, just for a moment. He could take it off himself and he was sure you would allow him to do so, just as you did many times before.

“You degenerate.” Alysanne stepped into his view, bow in hand and a frown on her lips, “You’re suppose to be training. Do you really need to be doing that right now? Drooling at whatever it is you’re imagining?”

Benjicot cocked up an eyebrow and smirked, “I don’t need to imagine.” He took two fingers and tapped the side of his head twice, “I simply have to remember.”

a/n: Yeah, I’m procrastinating on editing chapter three of KMLH. I just wanted to chill on my day off with some light and easy prompts/challenges. I don’t know if this ending actually makes sense, but in my head it does. I couldn't do 100 like the last one, so this one turned into a double drabble. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated and my askbox is always open. ♡ Also, let me know if you have suggestions for other challenges/prompts!