#drabblessss

[huexuri]

mdni - drabble [ comments and reposts are appreciated! ]

honestly? what if switch hueningkai..

"fuck, fuck— y/n, sto—" kai's back arches against the cold concrete wall of your bedroom as you take his lips in yours, fisting his cock at the same time. hyuka squirms beneath you, his hips stuttering as you give the base of his shaft a light squeeze before breaking from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting the both of your top lips.

"don't tell me what to do, hyuka."

kai whines brattily as you hold his cock as if you were holding a leash, and lead him to your bed. you push his chest down with your palms and he drops onto the bed on his back like you asked.

your knee nudges his fiery red tip and he slightly squints, biting his lip, gripping onto the pillows and his knuckles a white hue.

the moment he sees you kind of bottom out in pity for pushing him onto the bed that hard, he—

"aah!—" you yelp, now being slammed on your back as he straddles you, his slender fingers and veiny hand pinning you down onto the bedsheets by the throat as his free hand grabs onto your breast, making your breath hitch.

his tip brushes against your folds, an extremely lewd, squelching sound coming from the both of your wetness echoing throughout the four walls he's contained you in.

"sorry baby.. can't help it... you've teased me enough, haven't you?" kai smirks, almost like an annoying teenage boy that got his way.

he's gotten you under control, and you really can't help but submit to him. he does always get his way after all. it's infuriating to you... maybe it's just better to listen to him. no, stand up for yourself.

"kai, you better stop it right—"

"don't tell me what to do, y/n."

[lorimnnn]

drabblessss

no because imagine Ethan having the dorkiest college crush on you ever, and nobody realises how fucking obsessed he is. they just think he’s being cute. but he’s so frustrated with himself, because he has no idea how to talk to you, how to begin to even do more than look at you in the eye for more than a second. how to come up to you and compliment how you look instead of just memorising every subtle detail of your face to save up for his dreams, and waking up fucking heartbroken because each and every time, he’s forced to remember why they’re not real. because he’s shy and has no game.

and that’s just by day.

he starts sitting next to you more, high off the scent of your perfume. Stealing little things like your pen or something and keeping it all in one drawer in his room, and soon his little collection turns more sinister, less innocent. starts breaking into your dorm and stealing your panties, grinding into them at night, soiling them beyond repair until they’re no more recognisable than a soaked rag. can’t you imagine it? him holding it against his nose, each inhale just more and more intoxicating and not enough. not ever. and each time he goes to break in  when his supply runs short, he wears his ghostface mask just in case, like it will hide him, like it will make it easier to escape if you ever catch him.

ha. he thinks he’s being so slick.

but the icing on the cake?

you’ve known the entire time.

in fact, you’ve been watching him too. let’s say you’re even a tiny bit psycho yourself. everybody thinks you’re sweet and cute and quiet but you’re a watcher. you’re a stalker. you’ve watched him with rapt interest since day one and nobody has known how you’ve literally salviated over the way he moves, peeping throug his windows when he’s getting dressed and distantly following him after class, studying his routine. his friends. how he acts. somehow it’s never occurred to you that he may like you until you catch him stealing your panties. and one day you walk in on him going through your dirty laundry, trying to decide on his favourite pair when something smacks into his sizes. it’s a pair of panties. and when he turns around, terrified, there’s just you. staring at him shyly like you didn’t just fling your panties at him, all innocent and cute like you’re flirting with someone for the first time, no better than he is. 

“thought you might need a new pair.”

[samkerrworshipper]

smutty smut smut smut asap pls 🥰

threesome smut is in the works and a few ale and leah drabblessss

[ihavemanyhusbands]

I’M BACK WITH MORE LATINA!READER X SPENCER DRABBLESSSS!!!!!

Imagine listening to Spanish oldies with him on the jet? Like you’re just listening to La Gata Bajo la Lluvia or something and he asks if he can share headphones with you. Tbh I feel like he’d bop the most to Selena and Los Angeles Azules HAHAHAHAH

Hahahahaha absolutely Jose Jose, Juan Gabriel, Emmanuel, Luis Miguel, etc.

Me personally I love old boleros, all the Trio groups and old organillo love songs!! Like Los Angeles Negros, Trio Los Panchos, Los Terrícolas, etc. ❤️❤️💕 so I’d definitely put him on that hehe

I also think he would love indie rock in Spanish, like Soda Stereo, Zoé, Los Temerarios, Caifanes, Hombres G, etc. 🥰❤️🥹

I should make a playlist lol

[gyokujyn]

sorry to say bestie but the notes are for the main fic, not the drabblessss. you won't find out just yet!!<333

How dare you make me have patience?

Lila, sweetheart, darling, you're the worst and I love you and I guess I will exercise some restraint.

[hwajin]

i fr need to stop obsessing over wanting my fics and DRABBLES to have any deeper message and have to finally befriend the fact that my favourite thing about writing is the artistry and making words sound pretty and that this alone can make a good fic or drabble as well without having a crazy plot or much depth

[sawam0chi]

good morn mornnnn erobunnnnnn

will i study today?? hopefully 👍🏽 will i edit some old drabbles that never got posted or will be reposted?? yeeee 🙌🏽

[postingpebbles]

um hi olkie, i love your writing so may i please request viktuuri and fantasy? anything fantasy, it's up to you!

Dragons were never meant to be alone.

In his human form, he was much more approachable—bright burning blues blended seamlessly with starlight silver in the nebulae of his hair, dripping colors and beauty in his wake—yet people always seemed to leave once they realized who he was. What he was.

There was never any love for a dragon.

So fueled by their fear and desire to erase him from their lives, they called him a god, but he was nowhere near. They called him a marvel, but he dulled with each passing day. They called him life, but he hadn’t felt that in eons. 

He was so tired of being alone. There was so much—

“Viktor?” Yuuri asks, his voice pulling Viktor from the paper. There’s a light touch at his bunched shoulders, warmth seeping through the thin shirt, and Viktor glances up with a tired smile. “You need to rest—you’ve been writing this passage for a while now.”

Viktor leans back and flexes his fingers, working out the stiffness in the joints. The charcoal, dark and ashy, is smeared all over his hands. He looks at his half-finished manuscript, also covered with countless marks and lines, then to Yuuri, whose honey-brown eyes sparkle behind his glasses. 

“Mama invited us for dinner tonight,” he coaxes, fingers drumming lightly against Viktor’s clavicle. “She misses you.” 

There’s no contest. So Viktor stands, moving to unpin his hair so that it covers his less-than-human ears for when they go out, but Yuuri is faster. Hands mottled with old burns hold his own unblemished ones, never ceasing to fill Viktor with guilt, but the gentle smile on Yuuri’s face eases that pain for at least a moment. 

Viktor’s lips part. “Yuuri, I—”

Strange feelings drift in the air between them, unsaid words dance in the space, but Yuuri brushes all that aside as he crushes Viktor to his chest. And if Viktor’s breaths are shakier than usual, Yuuri doesn’t mention it. He just holds him closer.

“You’re okay, Vitya,” Yuuri murmurs. “You’re okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you again, and everyone here will protect you too. So don’t worry. We’ll always be here.”

Viktor thinks back to the first line of his work, and finally allows himself to melt into Yuuri’s embrace.

Dragons were never meant to be alone.

And now with Yuuri by his side, Viktor never will.

[dreamsclock]

pick a number from THIS list and (if u want) a dsmp character and tonight i’ll do a couple of drabblessss >:) be as specific or nonspecific as you like !!!!

[domjiwon]

Yesssss drabblessss 👏🏾 some good reading after classes

I LOVE U i hope u like them

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

YESSSSSSSS I love the idea of angsts drabblessss give me someeeee (Side note: Robin Hood by Anson Seabra is a good song soooo)

It makes me so happy that people enjoy angst lol I haven’t written it in a while so I’m excited!

[meteorslunatic-blog]

Masterlist problem !

Since I’m pretty free tmr, I’ll fix try to fix it by then 😘

Btw, I think hope I can post the Sirius x reader drabble request by tmr too !! I’ve been working on it ☺️it’s not long but I hope it’s still nice ;)

[snape-thepotionsmaster]

I wish I could tell you that things get easier for you, but they don't. If anything, the hell you'll face in your life has barely even begun. And it won't start, until everything you've ever cared for has been stripped away from you, leaving you with an empty, numb feeling in the pit of your stomach.

I wish I could tell you that you'll find your happiness, settle down with Lily, have a family. But I'd be lying then as well. You and I both know that a girl like her could never love anyone like us. No matter how many times she says she can, she can't. 

I've seen things, horrendous things happen in this life of ours. Things that go beyond the abuse Tobias inflicts on you, the bullying you experience from Potter an his friends.

Try watching everyone you love, die. Try living your life protecting the one thing in the world that you hate the most; more than James Potter and Sirius Black. But you have to protect him. For her, you have to protect him.

You owe her that much for the silly mistakes you made.

But you must keep up the facade of being numb, emotionless, sarcastic. Because it is only that way that you can truly protect him. If you let them know your intentions, you will surely be killed.

So, keep your head up, and your heart closed tight. And remember to never let them take you alive.

~Severus Snape

[whocriedbadwolf]

You should all send me drabble prompts so I can do them when my mom finally gives me my computer back because this whole string of words is a link to my ask.

[thetimelordssister-blog]

Life or Death ll Drabble

Strapped down to the cold metal operating table, blind folded and stripped down to nothing.  Trembling bones and shivering skin, a mess of fear and of anticipation.  While she couldn’t see beyond the velvet confines of the blind fold, she knew exactly what each sound was.  The razors and the drills.  The dull sounds of her captors footsteps.  They’d managed to catch her off guard.  They’d managed to capture her tardis. Oh would brother be furious.

A sudden sensation, the chill of metal, the slicing of skin.  The skin just underneath the leading edge of her tattoos.  She screamed… and screamed… and was muffled by a hand.  A gloved hand that felt almost human, that she would have thought was human if she didn’t know any better.  But she did, she knew much better than to think that this person was simply human.

She bit down and she heard the foreign language trickle out from pursed lips.  “Sedate her.”  She understood that much thanks to the sonic screwdriver that was still nearby.  “I said sedate her.”  The thing wasn’t getting a response.  “Fine I’ll do it myself.”  She felt the pinch of a needle in her arm.  She was floating about the scene now, watching herself get cut into, over and over again.  She could hear her screams but couldn’t feel them leaving her mouth.

 Now her brother was here, his tardis taking its place next to hers.  Then they were both gone.  Somehow he’d gotten her and her tardis away from this awful place.  Somehow he’d saved her.  Somehow, she knew, she’d owe him for the rest of her life.