#drabble prompt

[taggedmemes]

GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially!

send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run

send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma

send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone

send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone

send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not

send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of

send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

send DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse

send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about

send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not

send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with

send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears

send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively

send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury

send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat

send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them

send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't

send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them

send VICIOUS for a scene from my muse's past in which someone said something cruel that really got to them

send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone

send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively

send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something

send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them

[rp-meme-glaceon]

💤 Peek into my Character's Dreams 💤

💭 - An ordinary dream

🎀 - A dream that left them feeling happy

☔ - A dream that left them feeling upset

🌈 - A dream from their childhood

🗯️ - An ordinary nightmare

🐛 - An intense nightmare that made them wake up in a cold sweat

⚰️ - A dream/nightmare that featured someone no longer in their life

🌡️ - A fever dream

📿 - A dream your character believes is prophetic

👁️‍🗨️ - A lucid dream

🛏️ - A dream that made your character want to go back to sleep so they could continue the dream

[maskedauthor]

𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭- 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

GIF BY @Romanreigns

Female reader X Roman Reigns

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Roman sat anxiously before his interview, knowing the recent changes in his personal and professional life would be hard to avoid. With Paul Heyman by his side, he focused on the press conference’s main topic, Raw’s move to Netflix. That was until a question about Y/N brought back emotions he had been trying to suppress. Meanwhile, Y/N wrestled with lingering feelings and professional uncertainty after seeing Roman’s reaction to the press conference questions go viral. When their boss pressured them for a decision on their storyline, Y/N reached out to Roman, leading to an overdue conversation about their future—both in and out of the ring.

AN: First real writing after being on a long hiatus, but hi.

Roman anxiously waited at the panelboard. All of the questions that the interviewers could ask ran through his mind like a car in a high-speed chase. He almost never was nervous, but he knew this interview was different. After 1 year, Roman and you had called it quits on your relationship; it was clearly reflected at work. Fans noticed that the storyline the two of you shared had died down and there was almost no mention of your name, but Roman knew what was best for business. So, the two of you did not confirm or deny the ending of your relationship. Roman had to pretend like everything was okay, but because the break-up was fairly recent, he requested some space in the workplace.

In an instant, the interview started and it felt like all of Romans thoughts crashed into each other. With his mind jumbled everywhere, the feeling of anxiety and excitement ran through Roman’s veins, creating a paralyzing cocktail of emotions. Paul Heyman, who sat beside Roman, leaned over, whispering in Romans ear, “Don’t worry. Any mention of Y/N, just sit back and let me take over.” Roman nodded in agreement.

The questions started and Roman seemed to ease into the momentum. Afterall, this whole press conference was about bringing Raw to Netflix. So, he decided to focus on that.

40-minutes in and there was no sign of your name. A wave of relief covered Roman. As he settled into his seat, a lady came up to the microphone and flashed him a smile before proposing her question, “Now that Raw’s fate has been determined and its new home is on Netflix, will there be a revival in you and Y/N on the show? Fans are impatiently waiting.”

The question sent Romans heart to his stomach. He gulped, a blank look on his face before he looked over at Paul. Like always, Paul was able to flawlessly redirect this question to solely focusing on Roman. With finesse, he stated, “Ah, what a compelling question! But you see, Roman Reigns isn’t just a moment in time—he’s a constantly evolving force, the biggest attraction in sports entertainment today. As for what the future holds? Well, much like Raw’s groundbreaking move to Netflix, the WWE Universe will just have to stay tuned… because anything can happen.” With that, Paul flashed a knowing grin, effectively leaving the door open without confirming, or denying, a thing.

Roman desperately wanted to thank Paul, but had to stay in character. Paul saw the anxiety brewing in Roman again. So, he decided to end the interviews early.

“And with that, ladies and gentlemen, you have been graced with the presence of greatness. The Tribal Chief has given you his time, his insight, and his undeniable star power. But as they say in show business—always leave them wanting more. So, on behalf of Roman Reigns and the entire WWE, we thank you… and we’ll see you when the next chapter begins. Good night” Paul flashed a final smirk, gesturing toward Roman, standing up, and leading the way out— the room was left buzzing with speculation and excitement.

The next day, you kept seeing clips of Roman answering the lady’s question. Well, more like his reaction to it. The clip kept playing through your mind on a loop. It started making you question yourself. Do you cave and call Roman? Do you give the fans what they want? The confusion began to overwhelm you. The breakup wasn’t bad, but it still left you wondering what-if. What-if Roman knew what he wanted? What if you knew what you wanted? You’d still have him– the communication was the worst between you two. The constant stream of what-if’s were streaming through your mind, leaving you unable to navigate your own feelings. Just then, your phone rings.

You pick up your phone, looking down at the caller ID to see it be none other than Paul Levesque. You sighed before picking up the phone call. In a cheery tone, you spoke, “Hello? How are you?” You smiled, even though you knew he could not see you through the phone. It was the boss, there was no way you could let him in on the inner-turmoil you were facing.

“Hey, Y/N. I hate to call about this, but I know you had to see the press conference last night. Firstly, I’d just like to ask how you're doing.” His tone was calm, almost too calm.

“I am doing good, thank you. I did get to see the press conference last night. Everyone did an amazing job leaving the anticipation building for our Netflix debut.” You responded, trying to avoid the obvious.

“They did. I can’t wait to see everyone excel. I don’t want to bring this up, but being that you and Roman have one of our biggest storylines, I need to ask. Have you and him decided on what you’re going to do with this storyline? The fans are dying to know and I honestly wanted to give you two the time to discuss before we got right back into it– given everything that happened.” He finally spit it out. The thing everyone has been wanting to know– including yourself.

“Honestly, Paul, I don’t have an answer for you right now. I know, I am sorry. I need to talk to Roman to see if we could even go back to being cordial before resuming the storyline.” You hesitated on an answer, but decided honesty was the best way to go.

“Y/N, we do not have that much time. Please, let me know by the end of the week what we are doing. We can’t keep acting like you and Roman have forgotten about each other. The fans are already speculating and we don’t need anything being leaked to the press. Decide and let me know.” He ended the call firmly, almost leaving you to wonder if he was mad at you. The thought of Roman and you not knowing what you both wanted made you feel discombobulated; if you both didn’t know what you wanted during the relationship, how would you two decide how to carry on?

Without even putting the phone down, you swallowed your pride and called Roman. “It is for the business,” you told yourself. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered with a, “Hello?”

Two rings was all it took to hear his voice again? You’d think he’d be busier– too busy for you, at least. You cut off your own thoughts in an effort to respond before leaving him high and dry, “Roman, I am sorry to call you so randomly…” You said, which was odd because you used to be with him all the time… “is there anyway we could discuss our storyline?” You asked.

“Of course, Y/N. Meet at my hotel in an hour?” Your real name rolling off of his tongue felt so foreign; it was something you hadn’t heard in a long time. Part of you debated meeting him at his hotel, but the other part of you needed and desperately wanted to see him.

After an hour, you found yourself at Romans hotel room. You could hear him shuffling around inside the room, but your heartbeat started overpowering any sounds. You brought your hand to his door, deciding on whether or not you should even knock. You told yourself again, “this is for the business.”

You knocked before anxiously waiting o Roman to open the door. The door finally swung open after what felt like forever, revealing his tall frame in the doorway. He smiled, you naturally responded back by smiling. He gestured for you to come in and you did. For a couple of seconds, you could feel the awkwardness, but you settled once you sat on his bed.

“Did you get the call too?” He broke the silence, a light chuckle escaping past his lips.

“Yeah. We need to figure out what we are going to do. I don’t want to ruin what we have going on at work, but I don’t know.” You responded, words pouring out of your mouth without you expecting them to.

He nodded before sitting beside you. “You're right. I mean, the fans love us, but I don’t know. Do we call it quits on everything we worked so hard for? I mean, your title reign came from this. My feud with Seth reignited because of this.” he spoke.

“I know,” You cut him off. “But what happens if we keep doing this? I mean, with us…” You didn’t want to bring the past back up, but it was a constant thought in your mind.

“I mean, we were friends before this, right? If you feel uncomfortable carrying on the storyline, then we won’t, but I think we could both agree that the success we have gained from us being together has brought us places we didn’t see ourselves before. I never would have thought I’d get to be in the ring with Seth again. You never thought you’d win the women's championship so fast, but here we are.” He said, nothing but truth coming from his mouth. Although you always knew your potential, the romance that yu and Roman shared with the WWE universe helped you and him both reach new places fast.

So, with that in mind, you agreed…

PART 2 SOON.

[kittenshift-17]

39 Sterek?

Thanks for sending this one in! I hope you like my drabble.

39. "You are such a hypocrite."

"You know, you're such a hypocrite," Stiles huffed at Derek in annoyance when he walked into his bedroom and found the werewolf in question lounging on his bed.

"How so?" Derek quirked an eyebrow without taking his eyes of the book he was reading.

"You're always at Scott about using a person - using Allison - as his anchor. And yet here you are, invading my bedroom every other night and surrounding yourself with my scent and presence. I'm onto you, sourwolf. I know you think of me as your anchor. What happened to 'People don't make good anchors'? huh???"

"What makes you think I'm using you as my anchor?" Derek asked coolly.

Stiles faltered a little.

"Uh, the invading my room all the time, seeking me out when you've been shot, generally shoving yourself into my life?" Stiles suggested.

"That's called being Pack, not an anchor," Derek argued, snapping his book closed and glaring at Stiles.

"Uh huh," Stiles huffed doubtfully as he turned back to his computer. "Sure it is."

"Anchors shouldn't be people," Derek reminded him. "It's too dangerous to rely on another person as a means of clinging to our humanity."

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it a thousand times when you lecture Scott," Stiles rolled his eyes. "People can't be trusted; people can leave you, or betray you, or try to kill you. You're so damaged, dude."

"Don't call me dude," Derek growled, and he sounded like he was coming closer. "I'm not trying to be a dick to Scott by telling him not to use Allison as his anchor, you know?"

"Not trying, but artfully succeeding."

Stiles flinched when Derek's large hands came to rest on the tops of his shoulders, squeezing lightly.

"An anchor is supposed to help us remember our humanity," Derek reminded him, and he had his lecture-y voice on, which meant Stiles was about to be bored to tears. "It's supposed to be something we can grab hold of and cling to when the wolfish side battles for dominance and threatens to overthrow our humanity, rendering us mindless, ravenous beasts."

"I know that, Derek."

"It needs to be something consistent. Something that can ground us. Something we can hold onto to keep from losing ourselves entirely, which means it needs to be something that isn't going to break up with us and swan off with someone else the second the flush of young love begins to ebb."

"You couldn't sound more tragic if you tried, sourwolf."

"I tell Scott that he needs an anchor that isn't Allison because she's an Argent, and sooner or later, we'll see her fall in line with her family's values and ideals, which will mean she hunts werewolves. And because they're dumb teenagers, head over heels for each other in the thrall of young love, and it will fade as they grow up. They'll go to different colleges, move away, or find other people they're romantically interested in, and Allison will be fine. But Scott will be a wreck because his anchor will be gone, and he'll be no closer to having full control of his shift and his wolf than he was when he was first bitten."

Stiles sighed and tipped his head back, peering up at the ceiling before Derek hung his face over Stiles's, brow heavily furrowed like it always seemed to be.

"Scott needs to find something that makes him feel human that isn't a girl," Derek repeated.

"Like what?" Stiles asked. "Anger, like you?"

Derek flashed a little bit of fang at him before he sighed softly.

"Anger was my anchor for a long time," Derek nodded. "But that's not sustainable either. Anger is only useful for as long as a person remains angry, and I'll never heal or move forward if I cling to my anger as a means of clinging to my humanity."

Stiles raised his eyebrows.

"So... I am your anchor now?"

Derek huffed softly.

"Not you specifically," he grumbled.

"I so am," Stiles laughed.

"Your humanity is my anchor," Derek whispered. "Not specifically you, Stiles. Just your humanity. How breakable you are, how fragile compared to me."

He gave Stiles's shoulders a slightly firmer squeeze, making the joints ache just a little.

"Knowing how easy it would be to break you is what I use."

"So you think of maiming me to keep the wolf in check?" Stiles deadpanned. "Thanks, dude. I feel super safe with you right now."

Derek barked a little laugh before quickly suppressing it like he always did whenever Stiles managed to drag a smile or a laugh out of him.

"Knowing how easily I could hurt you and how much I don't want to do that is what I use as my anchor," Derek murmured. "Knowing how, even as human and breakable as you are, you still fling yourself headfirst into danger with little more than sarcasm, and your baseball bat is what helps me keep my wolf in check."

"What if... you said it's bad for Scott because he and Allison might be separated or whatever..." Stiles frowned, twisting his chair to peer up at Derek when the werewolf moved back to give him room before stepping between his knees.

"Scott and Allison aren't pack, even though they're dating," Derek shrugged.

"Meaning, what?" Stiles smirked. "We're pack, so I'm stuck with you for life?"

Derek's smile was all meanness.

"Something like that."

[catchameme]

Send me a word or theme and " + drabble " and I will write a dabble / one-shot surrounding the given word.

Bonus: if you include " ft. " and a character or muse name, it will center around an interaction between the two or a group.

[scribeofmorpheus]

Egaads! Another Solavellan plot bunny has taken root in my head!

imagine a "where is my wife?!" Solas tearing his way out of the Fade prison to rescue Lavellan (extra angst points if he doesn't get to her in time)!

Rook is distraught, tired and angry, ranting: "The blight is taking over the South; Kirkwall has all but fallen; the Inquisition is scrambling without its leader--" And Solas seizes up, eyes going dark. "What has happened to the Inquisitor?" Rook is baffled that that was what Solas chose to focus on, a little rash in their line delivery: "The Inquisitor was kidnapped by Venatori forces loyal to Elgar'nan." Solas instantly shoves Rook from the mind-palace-Fade-prison and they immediately feel a quake in the Lighthouse, a booming noise ringing all around like Solas' mindblast in Trespasser!!!!!

Pls, if there's other solavellan writers out there with the time and not like 2000 wips in progess, give me your fics!!!

[blackstonesandtrapnest]

May I please request “having sex for the first time” prompt with Goro Akechi?

Yes absolutely my darling friend :D I hope you enjoy this!

Drabble Prompts Here!

Despite it being dark and stormy outside, the inside of your home was rather quiet. Well except for the loud moans and skin smacking that was coming from your room. The culprits were none other than you and your boyfriend Akechi.

You had moved to Japan for a new job opportunity and you decided to go to a jazz club that one of your friends recommended. It was there that you met Akechi. 

Fast forward after exchanging numbers and several dates, the detective prince was now in your bed and fucking your brains out! You didn’t expect him to be so passionate and rough but you sure weren’t complaining!

“You feel even better than I imagined. Has anyone else ever fucked you like this?” Akechi grunted as he could feel himself about to come and losing control in the process.

You were barely able to speak and you were hit with the biggest, screaming orgasm you ever had in your life, squirting all over Akechi and your bedsheets. You made one hell of a mess and it turned Akechi on! So much that he reached his own orgasm and nearly blacked out in the process!

Using what little strength he had left, Akechi rolled over onto his back so he wouldn’t crush you. His brain was nothing but static and apparently yours was too because not a single sound came from either of you except for heavy breathing. A loud thunderclap roared throughout the house and it made you chuckle. Akechi turned to you and returned your laugh before finally being able to speak.

“That was amazing.”

“You can say that again.”

“Want me to stay?”

“Please.”

“Your wish is my command princess. Sweet dreams.”

Sweet dreams indeed!

[gothgril69]

Hey hey! Can I get a 6 for the smut prompts with Levi, please? ☺️

sailor i'm finally getting to this i'm so sorry 😭

this is also for you san! @notgoodforlife both of you submitted the same prompt <3

#6: "you look so good beneath me"

He’s so beautiful, you think to yourself as he stares down at you. His eyes are warm from the dim yellow glow of your bedside lamp, and his hair frames his features as it falls down around his face. You’ve never felt so euphoric, so comfortable in your own skin as a man looks down at you.

“You look so good beneath me,” he whispers, and the hand that was stroking your hip comes up to stroke the side of your face instead, his thumb trailing across your drool covered bottom lip. All you can do is nod.

He supports himself on a forearm, his hand now dipping down to guide his cock in between your wet folds. His breathing is more labored, quiet gasps escaping him every time the tip of his cock gets caught on your clit.

You’re no better, practically writhing underneath him, and especially so when his hand abandons his cock in favor of holding your left breast, bending down to wrap his lips around your hardening nipple.

You let out a soft moan and Levi’s hand shuffles up to cover your mouth as he still supports himself with that forearm. “Gotta be quiet,” he mumbles to you. His whole body is pressed against yours, his left hand running along your side and groping your breast as he nibbles and kisses at your skin. His right arm supports him as his hand remains over your mouth, your nose clear and your wide eyes looking at him. “You trust me?” he asks. You nod. “Gonna give you my cock,” he whispers and you nod again.

He guides himself and when you feel him push in, your eyes roll back, a muffled groan sounding under his hand and from the man above you until he bottoms out. You’re grateful for how slow he went, waiting for the thick girthiness inside you to change from pain to pleasure as he remains still. He’s breathing heavily above you, his face hidden in the crook of his elbow as his thumb traces circles into your hip. Your arms circle around him, fingers digging into his broad shoulder blades as you adjust to him.

You roll your hips up to let him know you’re ready, and you lose yourself again when he finally rolls his hips into yours. His pace is consistent and slow as he starts off, but when you start meeting his thrusts you pull his hand back from your mouth.

“Harder, Levi,” you plead through a whisper.

He rewards you. Levi fucks you hard and slow into the mattress, rolling his hips so he barely leaves your pussy and presses hard into the depths of your walls. He slaps a hand back over your mouth when you cum, a whine of a moan escaping you as your eyes roll back from the euphoria coursing through you.

[the-badger-mole]

Prompt 47 with zutara

"No one needs to know.”

That was Katara’s mantra. So what, she had a crush on Zuko. He was the first age appropriate guy she’d been around since Jet, and he was handsome. It only made sense. It didn’t help that Suki was with them now, and she and Sokka were being so obnoxiously enamored with each other. Katara felt left out, that was all. That’s why her palms got sweaty when Zuko smiled at her. That’s why she wanted kiss him when he offered to help with chores. Nothing more. And it was a secret she would die with.

[cecropiacrown]

This may be basic but I'd die happy if Feng Xin gets to be bullied gently - like, confused as he's tugged into bed but like...not aggressively? Gentle kisses mixed with weak insults?? Who is this and where is his boyfriend??? (bottom Feng Xin is my life and I need him to be cared for oh my god) ((I haven't quite figured out WHY Mu Qing is acting this way- maybe Feng Xin has been overworked for the past couple of weeks? Reward? Who knows)

I love you for this and I so wholeheartedly agree. Bottom Feng Xin (my beloved) absolutely deserves to be taken care of. Here's a little smutty piece for ya! <3

"A-Qing?" Feng Xin questions, an amused look on his face as his boyfriend stands expectantly in front of him. Mu Qing's arms are crossed over his chest and he's tapping his foot impatiently, as if he didn't just ask—

"Yes or no, Feng Xin. Do you want to have sex or not?"

Feng Xin stifles a laugh and kicks a bit at one of the legs of the stool he's sitting on. Bizarre is the only word that comes to mind to describe this current interaction. He fixes Mu Qing with probing look, his eyebrow cocked as he tries to keep his lips from smiling.

"This is not typically how we do this," he points out, feeling a bit smug when Mu Qing's face starts to flush. His boyfriend scoffs and rolls his eyes, pointedly ignoring his quickly reddening face as he glares at Feng Xin.

"What? Must all things stay the same for you to enjoy them?"

"Well—no, but—"

"Then c'mon," Mu Qing says, cutting Feng Xin off.

He stands with one hand on his hip and offers out his other hand to Feng Xin who is still seated on his stool and at a complete loss as to what he's supposed to do with the offer. Kiss it? Is he meant to kiss it? But usually they talk about it first if they're going to do a scene, but—

"Feng Xin," Mu Qing scolds, sounding exasperated. The words leave Feng Xin leaning halfway to Mu Qing's hand, his lips puckered and poised to kiss. He stops in his tracks, looking up to Mu Qing with a slack expression as if to say what now?

"Give me your hand, you absolute idiot."

"Oh. Well, you could have just fucking said that now, couldn't you?"

"And what was it I did just now, Feng Xin? Did I not literally say that to you with my own mouth?"

"For fuck's sake, A-Qing," Feng Xin grumbles, snatching Mu Qing's hand in his own and tugging roughly just because he can. Mu Qing doesn't even budge—what a bitch.

"I meant earlier. Couldn't you have just said that in the first place?"

Mu Qing sighs heavily and rolls his eyes again, easily pulling Feng Xin to his feet even though Feng Xin purposely tries to make it harder for him by not helping.

Usually Mu Qing has plenty to say about Feng Xin and his attitude, but he stays uncharacteristically quiet as he leads Feng Xin down the hall and into their bedroom.

And then Feng Xin is being kissed.

It's heated and it's wanting but it's far from the rough and passionate treatment he's used to. He thinks he might like it. Feng Xin closes his eyes and sinks against the wall Mu Qing is pressing him into.

He parts his lips—lets Mu Qing taste him with his tongue—and groans, hips jutting off the wall in small, barely contained thrusts.

Mu Qing snakes his arms around Feng Xin's waist and tugs at the hem of his shirt. They part only long enough to get the fabric out of the way, their lips locking again as soon as the shirt makes it over Feng Xin's head.

Mu Qing's hands are a steady weight on Feng Xin's slim waist and Feng Xin lets himself be held in place, the ache of arousal throbbing between his legs so incessantly that he can't help but whine. Mu Qing nibbles on his bottom lip—sucks it into his mouth with a wet sound that drives Feng Xin insane—and slides his hands down to Feng Xin's hips.

Feng Xin grabs Mu Qing's ass and pulls him closer, tilting his head as he presses back into the kiss. Mu Qing slips his tongue back into Feng Xin's mouth, swiping it along his front teeth to toy at one of his canines and it's so distracting that Feng Xin doesn't even realize one of Mu Qing's hands has moved until it's already dipped into his pants.

Mu Qing palms Feng Xin through his boxers with a hand skilled specifically in the art of taking Feng Xin apart, and suddenly there is nothing but Mu Qing all around him.

Mu Qing holding his hip.

Mu Qing stroking his cock.

Mu Qing in his mouth and his scent in his nose and his image in his mind and then—

Mu Qing is breaking their kiss and pulling Feng Xin's pants down.

Feng Xin follows along in a daze, stepping out of the pants and doing the same thing when Mu Qing drags his boxers down immediately after.

Mu Qing leans forward from where he is crouched in front of Feng Xin and buries a feather-soft kiss right to the spot where Feng Xin's happy trail turns into his dark pubic hair.

Where is Feng Xin's bully of a boyfriend?

Who is this gentle creature who has taken his place?

"Mu Qing..?" Feng Xin asks in a quiet and hoarse whisper, not really sure where his voice has gone to.

Mu Qing stands up a bit unsteadily and leans into Feng Xin's space for support, pressing their chests together as he trails kisses along Feng Xin's sensitive neck.

"Yes, A-Xin?"

"What are—" Feng Xin clears his throat uselessly as Mu Qing sucks a mark onto his collarbone and kisses his way down to one of his nipples. He licks the chilled, pebbled skin with a firm and flat tongue, pulling pliancy from Feng Xin like it's his job to do so. He eases Feng Xin's legs apart just wide enough for him to fit his clothed knee up against his boyfriend's throbbing cock, coaxing Feng Xin to grind into him. There are not many things Feng Xin is powerless to—but one of them is most certainly Mu Qing.

Mu Qing suddenly pushes off of the wall and drags Feng Xin with him, their hands and lips still linked when the backs of Feng Xin's knees hit something soft.

Mu Qing break their kiss, pulling back just enough to remain the one thing in Feng Xin's blurry vision—like a dream.

"Sit," he murmurs, his voice husky and his eyes swimming with a desire that Feng Xin covets like joy.

And sit Feng Xin does.

It's almost funny how quickly he drops to their bed, chin tilted up to watch Mu Qing whose only offering is a smirk and a teasingly slow strip show. His shirt comes off first and he tosses it to join Feng Xin's heap of clothing on the floor.

"You're beautiful, Feng Xin," Mu Qing says, his hands expertly easing his belt buckle loose so he can work on the fly of his jeans. Feng Xin makes a wounded sound—like he's been punched in the stomach—and looks pleadingly up at Mu Qing's face.

Something flips in Mu Qing's expression and he tugs his own jeans and underwear down in one fell swoop, kicking them out of the way. Feng Xin's eyes slide down Mu Qing's form appreciatively, openly staring between his legs, always mesmerized by the sight of him. He swallows.

"What's this even about?" he manages to ask, still feeling like this entire ordeal has come out of nowhere.

Mu Qing tsks, seeming almost annoyed, and snaps his fingers in Feng Xin's line of sight. Feng Xin's eyes dart up to Mu Qing's face obediently.

For several seconds the two of them just stare at each other, eyes locked as the warmth of their intimacy blossoms between them.

"I just—" Mu Qing sighs, his brows knitting together as he thinks. When the words finally come to him, he has stepped close enough to lean down and press a kiss to Feng Xin's forehead. His hand finds its way to the back of Feng Xin's neck and he pulls back to look him deeply in the eyes.

"I want to love on you, okay? I want to—to take you apart and kiss you and make you feel good."

Feng Xin is in love with him.

Feng Xin is so fucking in love with him.

Mu Qing gets this complicated look on his face and steps back again, leaving Feng Xin bereft.

"If you don't want that—"

"I want it."

"A-Xin?"

"Please."

Mu Qing's eyes grow impossibly dark but he makes no move to come closer, which is certainly a crime against Feng Xin and one he will not be taking lightly.

Feng Xin hums in complaint and offers both his hands out to Mu Qing from where he sits naked on their bed, trying to glare but surely only managing to muster a pitiful pout.

Mu Qing smiles at him then—a small and genuine thing he wears just for Feng Xin—and all Feng Xin can think about is how in love he is.

The bed dips as Mu Qing slides a knee up onto the mattress, right between Feng Xin's spread legs. He takes just Feng Xin's fingers in his hands, squeezing them before sliding their palms together in an achingly too-gentle way that sends shivers wracking up and down Feng Xin's entire body. Mu Qing twists his wrists so that their hands line up perfectly and then he threads their fingers together and presses Feng Xin into the mattress, their joined hands sinking into the pillows just above Feng Xin's head.

Feng Xin's eyes are hazy as they go half-lidded, a moan slipping out of his throat as Mu Qing settles in against him.

"Let me take care of my boy, alright? Can you let me do that, A-Xin?"

"Yes," Feng Xin says desperately, pressing up into Mu Qing's touch with an eagerness he ought to be embarrassed of but doesn't have the brain space to even think about.

"I'm yours," he promises.

And as a reward, Feng Xin gets a kiss left like a prayer right at the top of his cupid's bow and the touch is so heart-achingly sweet it makes him dizzy.

Oh, how good it is to be loved.

"I'm all yours."

[maskedauthor]

𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭- 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 3

Female reader X Roman Reigns

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After an electrifying performance, you and Roman discuss the highs of success and the complexities of your dynamic backstage. Moments of celebration are met with underlying tension, leaving questions lingering beneath the surface. As new challenges arise, the lines between professional and personal continue to blur, setting the stage for what’s next.

—-----

After the bit was over, you and Roman walked hand-in-hand backstage. As soon as you both arrived backstage, you could feel his grip loosen. So desperate to hang onto him, but so unwilling to give him any signs of how you felt, you let go. Before Roman and you could say anything to each other, Paul Levesque starts yelling, “Amazing. Did you hear the electrifying screams out there? I mean– not as loud as DX, but it’s up there!” His joke made you laugh, distracting you from the painful reality of what you and Roman had. 

“Y/N, I want to do something different. Next monday, you and Nia will be opening the show in a mixed-tag-team match. Her partner will remain a mystery, so don’t go snooping around. I want raw and real reactions for monday–no pun intended. In the meantime, you and Roman have some training to do– oh, and interviews. Get at it.” He smiled and walked away. 

The feedback made you feel so accomplished; you had worked hard for this moment and never believed it would be happening so fast; the sentiments of excitement overshadowed the feelings of confusion for just a moment– that was until Romans voice interrupted your train of thought.

“It was great watching you out there, Y/N. We should go find Jackie now for our interview.” Roman said. You nodded in agreement, walking beside him in an awkward silence before finding Jackie Redmond. 

In an instant, you and Roman were both positioned in front of the camera. The countdown until you were back on air began, and you could feel Roman slipping his hands around your waist. A mixture of adrenaline from the match you just had and from Roman’s touch left you speechless. 

Jackie started by asking Roman his questions, “Roman, we saw a different side of you tonight—letting someone else take the spotlight in your yard. What does this alliance with Y/N mean for The Bloodline?” 

“See, when you're at the top, when you run this business the way I do, you don’t just lead—you elevate the people around you. Y/N isn’t just ‘someone else’ stepping into my yard. She’s proven time and time again that she’s a force to be reckoned with. Tonight, she reminded the world why she belongs at the head of the table. This isn’t just an alliance—this is dominance, but this is also love. And if Nia or anybody else has a problem with that, they can step up… but they’ll get stepped on.” Roman said, his tribal chief persona stronger than ever. 

The reassurance made you feel amazing, but the mention of love made your heart sink. Jackie proceeded with another question, “Nia Jax just put herself in direct opposition to you. How do you plan to handle this challenge from within your own family?” 

“Nia made her choice tonight—she wants to stand against me, against The Bloodline. That’s fine. But understand this… challenging me isn’t just stepping into the ring, it’s stepping into a fight you can’t win. She thinks she’s got something to prove? She thinks she’s ready to take the throne? Then she better be ready for the consequences. Family or not… you come for the Head of the Table, you get put down.” Roman smirked, his eyes looking directly into the camera and then at you. His glance made those butterflies flutter again. 

Roman did a good job at shifting the attention back to you, as Jackie started with her questions for you, “Y/N! It’s so nice to see you back. That was an explosive return! The WWE Universe just witnessed you make a major statement—what was going through your mind when you stepped into that ring tonight?” 

“Thank you. I took some time off for myself, but that never meant I wasn’t watching. Honestly, the only thing running through my mind was my man, the tribal chief. Nobody should ever feel as if they could step-up to him and disrespect him– especially not Nia Jax.” You looked directly into the camera as you mentioned Nia’s name. You wanted the WWE universe to know you meant business. 

“You were amazing out there. You didn’t just confront Nia Jax, you made it clear that you’re standing beside Roman Reigns. Can we officially say the Chieftess has arrived?” She pointed the microphone back at you.

“The WWE universe knows the Chieftess has never truly left. Did you hear them out there? Did you feel that energy? I didn’t just arrive—I took my rightful place back. Nia wants to question Roman’s leadership, but let’s be real… she’s the one out here making reckless moves. So if she wants to come for the top, she’s gonna have to go through me first.” You shrugged, the tone of your voice growing more stern. At this point, you hoped the questions would end. 

“Alright, one last question,” Jackie smiled, “The WWE Universe erupted when you and Roman kissed tonight. Was that just for show, or does this confirm what everyone has been waiting to hear—you two are still very much together?” 

The question made you stumble in your tracks, but you quickly pulled yourself together. You didn’t want people seeing right through the act you and Roman are doing. With forced confidence, you answered, “I don’t think there’s any question after that kiss, Jackie. We’ve always had each other’s backs, on and off the screen. Tonight was about more than just a moment—it was about showing the world that nothing’s changed. Roman and I? We’re still here, and we’re stronger than ever. The WWE Universe can keep speculating, but the truth is in the ring, and in that kiss.”

With that, you and Roman walked off screen, the camera putting Jackie in the middle of the frame now. Finally, you felt as though you could take a breath. Again, the distance between you and Roman grew. 

“I’ll see you later, Y/N?” He asked.

The question left you puzzled for many reasons. He was leaving abruptly, but you knew you couldn't be around him for any longer before he could see through you. So, you didn’t try to keep him around. A part of you wondered what he meant by seeing you later, but you didn’t want to ask. So, you answered in a soft tone, “See you later, Roman.” 

You flashed him a gentle, but forced smile. The inner turmoil you were facing left you wondering if you should’ve ever agreed to this arrangement….

PART 4 SOON.

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

Hey there! I have writers block and I'm hoping some drabble prompts can get me back to some inspiration.

Send a prompt from the list and a character, and I'll write a reader insert drabble for it.

I write for Alan Rickman, Johnny Depp or Hugh Jackman characters :)

[cultivating-whimpers]

{TW Implied Noncon/dubcon, betrayal}

~~~~~

"Spread your legs."

"....What?"

"Spread your legs."

Whumpee had heard them the first time, they had just hoped they didn't.

Tears are already stinging their eyes. They let out a small, shaky laugh as their head dips.

"Of course," they murmur, laying back and doing as they were told.

Of course Whumper was no different. Of course they had plans to fuck whumpee. Of course they're just like the others. No amount of soft smiles and pleasant conversation should have made Whumpee think differently.

As Whumper starts to remove their belt and Whumpee's tears begin to fall, Whumpee wonders why they thought it would be different.

~~~~~

~C.W.~

[kelserlyspace]

Prompt: No One Has To Know

A Dramione Drabble

Hermione silently got up from the bed & started gathering her clothes on the floor quietly.But it seemed her effort to leave noiseless was useless.

"Going somewhere, Granger?"

She froze and took a breath before looking back. Malfoy had already awoken, he was staring at her.

Draco's elbows were propped up as he looked at her. "Leaving so soon?"

Hermione cleared her throat. "Last night was a mistake."

"Didn't feel like a mistake when you couldn't keep your hands off me." He smirked, grabbing his shirt as he got out of bed.

"I had a bit too much drink, Malfoy." She gripped her shirt tightly. "L-let's just forget it ever happened."

"Sure, blame it on a few shots of butterbeer I gave you, Granger." He scoffed, stepping closer. He smiled as he heard her breath hitched. "You wanted it to happened."

"How would you know?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"The wonders of Placebo Effect. You felt drunk and thought all your inhibitions were down. So down," He held her chin and leaned closer. "-that you felt it's okay to kiss me."

"W-what?" Hermione blinked, so confused.

"Didn't give you any alcohol, Granger," Malfoy chuckled. "Just water with a butterbeer flavor. So, looks like you were all in on wanting to mess around with me."

She had kissed and slept with him of her own volition. Shit.

All she could do was stare at him with wide eyes.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, & she wanted to hide. She hated to admit that she had unresolved feelings for him.

She was supposed to hate him. How could she sleep with the enemy?

What would Harry or Ron think?

She gathered up her courage to say, "Malfoy, no one has to know."

She searched his eyes for confirmation but he sneered and leaned to her ear, whispering, "What makes you think I'll do whatever you say?"

Some part of her panicked. If he doesn't keep this a secret, it'll be hell for her. Her friends would disown her.

"Please, Malfoy."

"No." Malfoy's lips curled up as he leaned away to look at her.

Glaring at him, stepping back. "Would you want your friends or parents to know you had sullied yourself with a Mudblood?"

His face become serious at the word but he quickly masked it with an unaffected expression.

"As much as I loathe the idea, it's going to be pure bliss watching Potty & Weasel's faces turn red when they hear how I fucked their Golden Girl..."

She attempt to slap him but he caught her wrist & leaned to her face, "You can leave." He nods at the exit. "Door's that way."

She stared widely at the door, then at him. No way she was leaving, not without him swearing he won't tell anyone. "Well?" He raised her brows. "You waiting to be escorted out, Princess?"

"Don't tell anyone, Malfoy."

"Haven't I gave you an answer—"

"I'll do whatever u want."

His brows were raised. Clearly, he had not expected that, coming from a snob and stubborn witch like her.

He smiled. "Anything?"

"Yes. Anything. Promise me, no one can know."

He stared at her for a moment then replied. "You have my word, Granger."

A/N:

above are my Dramione black and white sketches I made all afternoon😪

[justauthoring]

32k drabble celebration!

i'm awful at thanking you guys for all of your amazing support so i decided to do a little drabble celebration! i hit 32 thousand followers a while ago but better late than never :)

here's how it works:

you'll choose a writing prompt from the list below (each prompt is correlated with an emoji) - some are sentence prompts, others are just writing prompts

then, choose any character of your choosing that i write for

send the emoji + your character of choice and i will respond to the ask with a 300-500 word drabble!

rules:

not all drabbles will be written (it really just depends on the volume of them i get)

i will close this once i reach a hundred or so!

if you request for a character i don't write for, the request won't be done (refer to my masterlist for who you can request for)

i will do repeat writing prompts, as long as it's a different character

you can mix writing prompts (can choose a total of three)!

writing prompts:

🩸— blood under fingernails

😈 — "sit down and shut up"

🪡 — pajama bottoms

👑 — “for you, i would do anything."

🪷 — wiping tears away

💥 — “are you hurt?"

⭐️ — stepping infront of the other to shield them

🫐 — "please never do that again."

🌼 — soulmate markings

🍄 — “your hugs are the best."

🌙 — saying 'i love you' for the first time

🌻 — "please come back to bed."

🍑 — sharing a bed for the first time

❄️ — "here, you're freezing. take my jacket."

🪐— genuine laughter

💃 — "wanna dance?"

💅🏻 — bridal carry

🐬 — "use your words."

✨ — under the stars

🫧 — "i wish i could hate you."

🌸 — gentle touches

🐚 — "you're the one avoiding me."

🦭 — good morning kisses

🍃 — "come over here and make me."

🪴 — childhood friends

🌗 — "don't hesitate, just kiss me."

⚡️ — thunderstorms

🍭 — "sweetheart."

☕️ — calloused palm against a soft cheek

🍓 — "i'm not letting you go."

🫦 — bitten lips

🐢 — "you are my home."

[the-badger-mole]

Zutara + 49

“Well, this is awkward…”

Aang ignored Toph and waited for Katara’s answer. He’d finally got the nerve to ask her out. It wasn’t ideal - with all their friends milling around while Katara and Zuko prepared dinner. But when she threw her head back to laugh at something Zuko said, she’d looked so pretty. He’d just blurted it out. He didn’t even know where to go. They were still in hiding. But he’d figure it out.

Katara glanced nervously at Zuko.

“I guess this as good a time as any,” she murmured. “Aang…Zuko and I have something to tell you guys.”