#drabble time

[thelampisaflashlight]

"I love you."

It slips out with the air from his lungs, eyes half lidded, as he threads his fingers through Dew's hair, playing with the pale strands.

Rain doesn't expect a response, but Dew's cheek rubs against his chest, a gentle hum falling from his lips.

"Love you, too."

Love you, too.

That's the first time Dew's ever...

[darius-shack]

First of all, it's okay that you forgot about that prompt for a while, happens to the best of us :)

Also, I totally hear you on Ford Mabel headcanon, they should totally bond over their new developments. And maybe touch each other over it.

May I also propose Dipper and Stan comparing their top surgery scars when Dipper finally gets his done? Dipper's look neater and are almost invisible, Stan's are kinda crooked and puffy because it was done unprofessionally.

- 💤

HRRRGHK YEAH THEY SHOULD TOUCH EACH OTHER OVER IT auugh now im just imagining little mirror moments with each of them checking out their own bodies in the midst of getting dressed y'know?

Mabel and Ford bonding over two cute new dresses they both got on a shopping date (which is rare for Mabel since she makes all her clothes, makes it extra special), Mabel in the mirror adjusting the edges of her pink dress, which sit right above her knees. Long knee socks to match in the same color, while the collar was an off the shoulder cut with a cute fold on top. Ford approaches from behind, in a similar but longer maroon dress. Hers of course has a high neckline and long sleeves, which drags ones eyes to her frame. "You look beautiful, my dear. And you're filling in quite nicely," Her hands gently wrap around her to squeeze at the undersides of her breasts.

"If I'm beautiful, you must be gorgeous!" She giggles, turning around in her hold to do the same thing back. There was more there than her handful, but still a decent size due to Ford's height alone. Mabel's pleased at the small gasp she makes due to the sudden attention. "Wow, and these are pretty great too," Her fingers and palms squeeze the flesh emanating with warmth, and before she knows it, Mabel's scooped up into her arms and is kissed feverishly.

There's a similar moment with Stan and Dipper, in the same mirror in the hall. Both wet from another impromptu water balloon battle, they'd each already peeled off and squeezed the water out of their shirts. Dipper threw a hand in front of them at seeing their reflections. "Huh, what? Oh, the mirror?" Stan's voice grunts out, "Ya lookin' at how handsome you'll be one day?"

"Yes, actually, but not what I stopped us for. I guess I never noticed how uh, 'homemade' your surgery scars look? They look cool." Dipper was glad to see him laugh at that, Stan gesturing for him to get a better look. So he does. There's a long, curvy set of two lines on the bottom of his chest, each side uneven and heavily faded with time. One of his nipples is a little lower than the other, and his chest is fatty but not overtly so. He then observed his own scars in the mirror for comparison, done months ago at this point but healing nicely, two precise cuts on either chest bone and flat like he wanted.

"You look nice, I'm glad you got an actual surgeon. Done safely, y'know." Stan said, bumping his shoulder into his. Dipper faced him, this time touching the scars with moderate force, since he knows how ticklish the older man is.

"Yeah, thanks-" He barely said before he's pulled against his uncle's hairy chest, face tucking into his neck. Stan's hands were on his neck and waist, keeping him in an embrace for a moment before he was let go. "Oh, what was-"

"I'm proud of you for tryin' to be happy. It ain't the easiest thing in the world, after all." He watched his nephew grumble at the compliment, only taken slightly off guard when Dipper leaned in for a solid kiss.

[tanadidreamer]

Quick Drabble as I continue to write more:

A little-known fact among many is that the North Star Pirates and Heart Pirates had an unspoken alliance, being that they were the two most formidable pirate crews in the North Blue and Captain Newgate ‘The Butcher of the North Blue’ Sven had inherited his father’s ability to be able to adopt anybody he found and had a soft side for the Hearts, this was something Law knew well -- like Corazon, the former Marine was a kind man and it showed constantly. Even after Sven’s death, the new captain of the North Stars maintained that kind nature. This is why Law was currently meeting with the captain. “Sure,” Erik said with a shrug as he leaned back against his desk. “Can we burn his ugly ass coat?”. “Just like that?” Law asked, surprised Erik didn’t question him at all. “You’re a prideful man, Trafalgar. You would not be asking me for help otherwise.”

[breitzbachbea]

Turns out I am too tired to do shit. TIME TO WRITE THEN!!! :D

[freakrenaissance]

Protective hotties. My favorite thing, EVER. This whole collecting of drabbles is simply delicious 😌

A drabble Masterlist for

A/N: My brain can't handle full fics so I'm trying to work through it by writing drabbles for this prompt 😌

Dave York

Oberyn Martell

Javier Peña

Pero Tovar

Javi Gutierrez

Din Djarin

Matt Murdock

Frankie Morales

Bruce Wayne

John Wick

Dream of the Endless

Dieter Bravo

Frank Castle

[softaestluv]

Johnny who makes it everyone else’s problem that he hasn’t got laid in weeks, that he’s so fucking pent up he can feel it in his teeth. Won’t stop his Scottish whining that his hand isn’t enough, needs a warm cunt to fuck or he’ll go insane.

So, you take one for the team, let him fuck all his pent up cum inside of you because you don’t think you can hear another description of how sad his hand feels. Hope to get him to shut the hell up.

But now he just won’t stop whining about needing to fuck your cunt.

[asiatic-apple]

If there’s one thing Caleb is loud and passionate about, it’s his absolute hatred for anyone who uses the term “granny panties” like it’s some kind of insult. Especially if it’s to mock the idea of plain, comfy underwear in any cut or style that isn’t the small scrap of a thong.

He already grimaces every time he hears his fellow uni classmates indulging in disgusting locker room talk, but one day, he overhears some asshole talking way too loud about how his girlfriend didn’t wear anything “sexy” the first time they got intimate.

And the second the words “granny panties” come out of that idiot’s mouth, Caleb is marching over, looking pissed and ready to educate the group of boys snickering in the corner.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” he asks, voice sharp and unimpressed.

Caleb absolutely towers over every guy there, but even if he didn’t, the dark look on his face would be enough to shut them up. Still, the only one dumb enough to keep running his mouth is the guy who started it all. Caleb doesn’t even try to hide the way he rolls his eyes when the guy makes another half-assed joke about his girlfriend showing up in “ugly” panties.

This isn’t just a pet peeve for Caleb. It’s a hill he’s fully prepared to die on.

First, he has to rein in his annoyance that there are actually people out there who don’t appreciate a good pair of cotton underwear. Like, seriously? Do these bozos really need lace and frills to find a woman attractive? Just because the wrapping isn’t flashy doesn’t mean the present underneath is any less sweet.

He’s this close to banging his head against the lockers as he launches into a full-blown rant. And yeah, it turns into a thing. He’s breaking down the myth that any underwear that isn’t deemed “sexy” somehow counts as “granny.” Comfort doesn’t mean boring, and high-rise doesn’t mean unsexy.

His voice is gaining volume and causing heads to turn in concern as he’s citing studies, talking about vaginal health, explaining why breathable cotton is literally recommended—by doctors, no less. He’s throwing out terms like “moisture-wicking” and “pH balance” while giving these losers the dirtiest look imaginable.

And the other guys? They're just standing there, blinking at him like he’s grown two heads. Caleb couldn’t care less if they thought he was clinically insane. He stood by every damn word.

He’s fuming, practically vibrating, steam probably spewing from his ears. Because how the hell are these guys lucky enough to be inches away from a pair of soft, comfy, cute panties and not get immediately overwhelmed with the desire to bury their face in them out of sheer appreciation?

Once he’s finally done with his rant (he’ll swear up and down he changed at least one life that day, even if those idiots are a lost cause in reality), all he can think about is you. You and your cute, comfy underwear that he used to steal straight from your hamper like some kind of perverted pack rat.

It didn’t matter what kind you wore. Whether it was a lacy thong, high-waisted briefs, plain cotton, or something silky—he cherished every single pair because they were yours. Because they had the privilege of sitting nice and pretty on your hips, pressed just right against your perfect pussy (he hasn’t seen you like that yet, but god, the mental image alone could ruin him).

And later, when he’s alone in his dorm and thinking about you a little too hard, he actually tears up a bit. Just sits there, clutching one of your forgotten panties like it’s some sacred relic from a past life, missing you so much it physically hurts. Imagining the day he’ll get to prove every dumbass like that one in the locker room dead wrong—and prove himself right.

He’s already making a plan while sniffling through his tears and gently petting the soft cotton in his hands. When he finally returns to Linkon to see you again, he’s going to remind himself—very thoroughly—why any and all panties are holy. And why he’ll defend them to his dying breath.

[basil-the-scorned]

Drabble time

short thing to write because why not. This is post Jack Perry vs Marko Stunt match.

(emetophobia AKA vomit warning btw)

He's been doing this for a while now. He's gotten better with promos, wrestling, making himself known instead of tossed and pushed aside with other people who could care less about him, especially after everything. Went to a new country to humble and better himself at the same time and it was paying off.

So why was he still kneeling towards a trash can, saliva dripping down after his half eaten dinner of sorts? His eyes closing didn't stop his gagging. The worst part was his hair: half of it was inside with him, hanging between his cheeks and making them warmer than they needed to be. His stomach wasn't helping either, giving off a cramp that made him tighten his grip against the bigger plastic side he was holding onto.

Jack wanted this to be over, but like always, he can't predict how long he'll be here even if he didn't eat as much as he wanted. And the food was actually something he was looking forward to.

He spat more drool into the trash can, and tried to take a breath through his nose. Slowly lifting his face away, he took in more slow breaths as he was somewhat calming down. Still, he was not straying too far away from his current safety net.

He could only imagine the looks that he was getting, probably none out of pity for him. Especially with the open challenge he set out and how that went.

The last person Jack expected to show up, and yet he was still the same as always if not bolder. For a moment, he was back on that turnbuckle, looking at the camera Marko was pointing at with a mischievous look , a lot shorter pants on and just as long hair covering Jack's face.

His stomach turned. Dammit.

[murmursdraconic]

if you had to introduce your OC in a canon verse of theirs, how and when would they be introduced?

Was Clair complaining about losing to another challenger again? She happened to be passing by. Shay happens to notice someone coming out of the Den after Clair.

"Hmm, I see." is all she says at first.

Ellipses and awkward silence ensues. Shay tells the protagonist about similar troubles when she was a bit younger. She works at the sanctuary up the mountains, but they don't let anyone in. They've been busy trying to help open the Safari Zone west of Cianwood City.

Maybe you can come over once you've proven yourself more? Classic time waster but at least the Sanctuary has a good reason. Highly secure and all.

Maybe someone's too eager to see the place at all, so in a fit of just trying to get the stranger to be happy, offers to let them follow her down the mountain to New Bark Town. Shay has some starter Pokemon to deliver to the lab for new and upcoming trainers.

A bit of an opposite take on what happens at the beginning. There is a side comment about someone stealing a starter, Shay mentions that she hopes that Pokemon is at least happy.

Protagonist comes back with all the badges. Do they still want in the Sanctuary? Nothing like the tried and true battle to prove your love of Pokemon.

A not so easy battle in the slightest. Shay isn't a necessary component after all to the story. Just an extra side boss.

[soulsforsales]

Imagine Jason Todd and you attending a friend’s party.

You’re laughing, making small talks, looking fire in your fit and Jason; all 6’4 of muscles, scars, and tattoos of him, is just standing beside you with a scowl and looking like he’ll shoot anyone who even breathes wrong. (He’s just terrifying like that.)

And his expression only softens when he looks down at you and his hand doesn’t leave your waist—not once.

I just know people mistake Jason for that kind of toxic, overly possessive, controlling boyfriend because he looks like it.

When in reality, he’s just a big ass puppy who cries when you’re mad, holds you like you’re sacred, cooks for you, pouts when you say no to cuddles, and gets anxious in gatherings if you’re not with him.

And I think that’s everything.

[zephyrchama]

Demon brothers weaponizing their incompetence in the human world to get your attention. Your realm is sooo different to the Devildom, they need you to help them. These ancient and powerful beings are stumped by the incredible inventions of human ingenuity.

Or maybe they're taking advantage of you to monopolize your time.

---

Beelzebub, who had been using a fork just fine all day, suddenly forgets what it's for when you walk into the room. He fiddles with it in his hand and asks, "How does this human fork work?

You respond, confused, "It's the same as any fork? Literally the same as the Devildom, you just... stab the food and put it in your mouth."

"Belphie said human forks are different. You might have to feed me."

---

Asmodeus comes to you in a bath robe, which he managed to put on just fine by himself. "I don't know how human baths work, you'll have to take one with me!"

Belphegor's request is simple. He's already laying down, half asleep, when he grabs your wrist and demands, "Show me how the bed works."

---

"Lucifer, your brothers are driving me crazy again," you complain, having fled to the eldest's room for a moment of reprieve.

Red eyes peer at you from over the rim of his glasses. There's the faint curl of a smile on his lips. "Are they, now? Stay in here as long as you need."

[deadstarsrisingsblog]

If anyone has any star wars characters/ships/prompts they want to throw my way.... hit me 👀

[swearimnevergivingup]

so uh i'm thinking about ex-boyfriend!nanami. you broke up with him 3 years ago but he's never been able to move on. he's tried everything. everything under the sun, and none of it has ever worked.

he isn't even sure if forgetting you is what he wants. he thinks he wants to let you live in the spot carved out for you in his heart, whether that hurts him or not.

and when you run into him in the lobby of your apartment building? one thing leads to another and you find yourself splayed out on the couch obscenely, the oversized shirt you were wearing hiked up to your waist as you slowly part your legs for him.

the world blurs around you.

all you can think about is this very moment.

the significance of what you’re doing is entirely palpable to you. you’re inviting him in, not just to your house, but into your heart again. 

breathing heavily, your eyes follow his every movement in anticipation as his fingers dance across your inner thighs.

his hands slip underneath the waistband of your panties, two fingers sliding in between your slick folds. you tense a little at the sensation as he parts them, the rough pads of his fingers prodding the sensitive bud of nerves that makes you shiver and whine.

“god,” he groans. “i’ve fucking missed this pussy.”

you let out a little laugh at the foul language that slips from his tongue. it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice, and even longer since you’ve felt his touch.

“missed your cock too, kento,” you murmur, eager to show that you’ve been equally longing for him, if not more. you want to hear more of him, so you reach your hand out to palm at his erection. he’s rock hard, and there’s a little wet spot on his pants from the precum.

“fuck,” he mutters, tilting his head back. “it’s been a while.”

you giggle at that, a little woozy from the wine. “it’s been a while for me too.”

“n-no, you don’t understand,” his grip on your hips tightens as he struggles to maintain his composure. “you were the last.”

oh.

your eyes widen at that revelation, stopping your movements to fully look at him. “w-why haven’t you—”

for the second time tonight, you find yourself in complete disbelief. you were the last person he slept with? that had been more than 2 years ago - way more than enough time for things to change, for someone else to come along.

but then again, nanami’s always been a serious man, and by extension, that applied to his love life too. never one to seek out casual hookups, that man dated to marry. 

“i didn’t want anyone else. only you,” he murmurs. “that hasn’t changed.”

your heart is not the only thing that clenches at the raw sincerity in his voice. 

“say it again,” you whisper. “i want— i want to hear you say it again.”

“i only want you.” nanami must have realised how much you needed to hear that, the same way he had needed your confirmation earlier, because his voice is more resolute this time. “and this—” his hand moves to cup yours, guiding your movements as he slowly drags your hand over his cock. “s’all for you, sweetheart.”

one hand reaches for the back of your neck, holding you tenderly as he peppers kisses on your lips and all over your neck.

the other hand, though, moves deviously between your thighs, a singular digit plunging into your soaked cunt. 

nanami relishes the way you gasp into his mouth, back arching off the couch as all sorts of pretty sounds drip from your flushed lips.

i love you.

i still love you, after all this time.

he doesn’t say it out loud - no, it isn’t the right time. 

but he repeats it loudly enough inside his head, hoping that somehow, you might hear it too. 

a/n: this is part of my upcoming work: i never moved from where you left me (nsfw)

there are apologies to be made, lost time to reclaim, and parts of each other waiting to be rediscovered. and yet, you know him like an old song. you know the words, carved into the lining of your skin, you know its melody, a soft hum that echoes in the chambers of your heart. nanami kento is that lingering rhythm, that pained harmony, existing deep within the cracks of memory and longing - an unfading symphony in your soul.

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[kivaember]

I love the whole thing with young Walter and Carla living together in the underbelly of Ganymede in that ftm Walter oneshot you wrote. Do you plan on writing more about that "era" of their lives in the future?

Yeah, I probably will! Only short little drabbles, though, since YJ will go over quite a bit of Walter's past on Rubicon and Ganymede, and will touch upon him being ftm a few times as well.

But if there's smth specific you wanna see with them in that "era" let me know! i'll see if i get inspired to write a drabble or two

[adddddiiii]

Jason Todd isn’t soft. He swears he isn’t. But when you shiver, even a little, his jacket is on your shoulders before you can say a word.

Jason Todd rolls his eyes when you cuddle up to him on the couch, but his arm always finds its way around you. Always.

Jason Todd grunts when you trace lazy shapes on his arm, like it annoys him to no end, but you feel his muscles go slack. He lets you. Doesn’t even notice when his head tips against yours.

Jason Todd will never admit he likes holding your hand, but when you let go, he notices. Glances down. Threads his fingers back through yours without a word.

Jason Todd looks at you like you've hung the stars, even if all you said was his name.

Jason Todd doesn’t do flowers or chocolates, but your favorite snacks show up in the kitchen, like magic.

Jason Todd always has something of yours in his pockets — hair ties, lip balm, a receipt from that store you love.

Jason Todd isn’t soft. God, he swears he isn’t. But when you look up at him and smile like that — like he’s something good, something worth loving — he just sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. Pretends he’s not blushing.

[softaestluv]

Simon Riley who is just a little confused when he receives a drunk phone call from you one night, his sweet sergeant, hiccuping and giggling over your words— ‘Hi—Sir, could you come pick me up—up from the club? ‘m a little drunk.’

But he threw on his sweats anyways, was in his car without a second thought. Shoving random strangers out of the way as you clung to his bicep within minutes, trying his best not to push his arm deeper against your soft breasts and stomach.

When the two of you finally made it outside, he’s entirely too relieve to pry himself from your grasps, cool his burning skin in the fresh air. But when his focus finally drifts to your figure, scantily clad, irritation pulses his temples.

“Why the hell did’ya call me? You ain’t got any friends?”

You giggled, slurring over your words as you pushed to your tippy toes, leaning closer to his face, and crossing your hands behind your back.

“You’re my lieutenant, aren’t you? You’re supposed to take care of me.”